Monday, January 31, 2005
Sunday, January 30, 2005
Friday, January 28, 2005
Nick is having a Birthday!!!!!
Today is Nick’s birthday. My baby, my first-born is 14 years old. It seems like I was just taking him to his first day of kindergarten, and now we are looking at the first day of High School.
I was in labor with him for 3 days. It was awful (most labor is). We lived in a small rural town and my doctor was on vacation. The attending physician kept sending me home even though I was having contractions every 5 minutes. He said my cervix was not dilating. At about the 60 hr mark I told my husband we were “going to the hospital and I wasn’t leaving until I had a baby.” When I arrived at the hospital they informed me that the doctor was on his way back from the airport and he wanted them to admit me. I was two weeks overdue and he was not pleased that they had let me go on this long. He checked me and said he could feel the baby’s head but my cervix was only dilating on one side. That one side was almost fully dilated. He told me he needed to manually dilate me and of course at that point I didn’t give a rats ass. Never again! That was the most painful thing I have ever experienced. I can’t even explain it. It sent sharp pains down to my toes, paralyzing pain. I try to be kind in all situations, but this time I couldn’t hold it in. I finally said something like “Why don’t you just take off your coat and climb in!” Finally, fully dilated, I felt the urge to push. I pushed, pushed, and pushed some more. After almost 3 days with out sleep and after 3 hrs of pushing I couldn’t go anymore. Every time I would stop pushing, Nick would slide back up. The doctor asked the nurse to call OR and have them prepare for a C-section. I begged for one more chance and I pushed until I burst blood vessels in my eyes. Several more pushed produces a head but his shoulders were stuck. They had to break his collarbone and in return he (Nick) broke my tailbone. When he was placed on my stomach I was so happy that I forgot the pain I was feeling. He was beautiful. His head, even after 3 hours of pushing was perfectly round (except for a moon shaped bulge where he had pushed against my half dilated cervix.) He had a dimple in his chin just like my dad and he was wide-eyed. The entire stay in the hospital he cried, little did I know that he would cry non-stop for 6 months. I didn’t care, I was in love.
Nick and I have a special bond; we are too much alike sometimes. He was my little buddy, we actually grew up together. Things are changing quickly for him and I am the one having the trouble with it. I wanted him to be my “little helper” forever.
He is becoming a young man and I only want the best for him. I know I can’t make decisions for him, but I am trying to help him make the right ones. It is very hard for me to let go of the little boy who once needed me for everything. Whatever happened to the little boy who wanted to live with me until he was 66?
HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TO THE MAN OF THE HOUSE!!
I LOVE YOU MORE!!!!
Birthday menu: Breakfast was orange juice and B.P. (breakfast pizza). It sounded horrible when he requested it but ended up being yummy. It was crust, light pizza sauce, scrambled eggs, bacon, and cheese. Lunch was (I didn’t forget) a bagel with cream cheese and pepperoni, juice, celery with peanut butter, and Fire Hot Cheetos. For dinner he has asked to go to The Olive Garden. He and his best friend want to wear ties, with their t-shirts of course.
I was in labor with him for 3 days. It was awful (most labor is). We lived in a small rural town and my doctor was on vacation. The attending physician kept sending me home even though I was having contractions every 5 minutes. He said my cervix was not dilating. At about the 60 hr mark I told my husband we were “going to the hospital and I wasn’t leaving until I had a baby.” When I arrived at the hospital they informed me that the doctor was on his way back from the airport and he wanted them to admit me. I was two weeks overdue and he was not pleased that they had let me go on this long. He checked me and said he could feel the baby’s head but my cervix was only dilating on one side. That one side was almost fully dilated. He told me he needed to manually dilate me and of course at that point I didn’t give a rats ass. Never again! That was the most painful thing I have ever experienced. I can’t even explain it. It sent sharp pains down to my toes, paralyzing pain. I try to be kind in all situations, but this time I couldn’t hold it in. I finally said something like “Why don’t you just take off your coat and climb in!” Finally, fully dilated, I felt the urge to push. I pushed, pushed, and pushed some more. After almost 3 days with out sleep and after 3 hrs of pushing I couldn’t go anymore. Every time I would stop pushing, Nick would slide back up. The doctor asked the nurse to call OR and have them prepare for a C-section. I begged for one more chance and I pushed until I burst blood vessels in my eyes. Several more pushed produces a head but his shoulders were stuck. They had to break his collarbone and in return he (Nick) broke my tailbone. When he was placed on my stomach I was so happy that I forgot the pain I was feeling. He was beautiful. His head, even after 3 hours of pushing was perfectly round (except for a moon shaped bulge where he had pushed against my half dilated cervix.) He had a dimple in his chin just like my dad and he was wide-eyed. The entire stay in the hospital he cried, little did I know that he would cry non-stop for 6 months. I didn’t care, I was in love.
Nick and I have a special bond; we are too much alike sometimes. He was my little buddy, we actually grew up together. Things are changing quickly for him and I am the one having the trouble with it. I wanted him to be my “little helper” forever.
He is becoming a young man and I only want the best for him. I know I can’t make decisions for him, but I am trying to help him make the right ones. It is very hard for me to let go of the little boy who once needed me for everything. Whatever happened to the little boy who wanted to live with me until he was 66?
HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TO THE MAN OF THE HOUSE!!
I LOVE YOU MORE!!!!
Birthday menu: Breakfast was orange juice and B.P. (breakfast pizza). It sounded horrible when he requested it but ended up being yummy. It was crust, light pizza sauce, scrambled eggs, bacon, and cheese. Lunch was (I didn’t forget) a bagel with cream cheese and pepperoni, juice, celery with peanut butter, and Fire Hot Cheetos. For dinner he has asked to go to The Olive Garden. He and his best friend want to wear ties, with their t-shirts of course.
Thursday, January 27, 2005
I am so uncool...
that my son is embarrassed by me even though we are the only ones home. During our homework marathon tonight Devon was on a role. He was HOT and the answers were coming quick. Everytime he would get one right he would say "Whoop, there it is!" I was getting very excited too, this is a new thing for him (understanding his work on his own). I just couldn't contain myself any longer. The next right answer and I was out of the kitchen and doing a little dance. It ended with a very cool (or so I thought) "Whoop, there it is!" Devon's face scrunched up and he said "Moooom, please don't do that, it's not right. Even though we're the only ones home you're really embarrassing me."
Wow, how bad is that?!
Wow, how bad is that?!
This is "what kind of sexy" I am?! How about you?
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Wednesday, January 26, 2005
This is soo NOT funny
Tonight the boys and I watched American Idol. We love to watch it together and laugh. After the last couple of days at work my nerves are shot and dealing with a teenager just about puts me over the edge. Nick insisted on talking through the entire show. He asked me questions about Bob Marley and Jimi Hendrix. He asked me why they call pot "bud". He asked me if our toenails really grow after we die. He asked me how long it will take for his pimple to go away and if I think he will grow taller than his dad. AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! I was just about to flip out and tape his mouth shut when he got quiet. I took a few deep breaths (which by the way does NOT calm me down) and settled in to watch the show. All of the sudden Nick jumps out of his chair and starts into his Pink Floyd/Casualties/ Elvis impersonation. It was so hideous that I had to laugh, for a second. I forget that laughter is encouraging. He continued his "act". I finally snapped "stop, Stop, STOPPPP!" I gave him my "I can't take anymore" speech followed by the "It's my cranky time" speech. We managed to make it through the last 10 minutes of the show. I could tell Nick was struggling to control himself and on the way down the hall he breaks into song. As he gets to the door of his bedroom he shakes his butt and sings something about riding his bicycle. It was so ridiculous that I had to laugh. It made me feel better even though I kept telling myself "This is so not funny". I want to go to bed.
GOODNIGHT!
GOODNIGHT!
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Who could ask for anything more?
I was soooo glad to be off work today that even the traffic on the drive home didn’t bother me. We get off work at 4:00 so we beat it most of the time. The drive home was slow today but I just turned up the music and sang away!
I picked up Devon at school and headed to the grocery store. I had put a roast in the crock-pot this morning and I knew it would be waiting when we got home. When we walked in the front door the whole house smelled like burnt meat! I knew immediately that something was wrong. My lucky crock-pot would not let me down. I walked into the kitchen to find my lovely, white tile counters, covered with blood and beef broth, along with some onion slices and spices. My “pot” had cracked down the side! I don’t know how or why but I am devastated! I have had this crock-pot for 15 yrs. It is ugly and small but it is special to me. Two years ago I entered my first “chili cook-off” and took 3rd place. This last year I took 1st place and I chalk it up to my lucky crock-pot (It was honestly, my second time to ever make chili). Along with 1st place, I also got a ribbon for the ugliest crock-pot. I vowed to continue using it even though I really need a bigger one.
I did manage to save the roast, kind of.
After I bleached the tile on my counter I needed to do a load of laundry. I threw the messy rags in the washer and finished dinner. On my way down the hall to tell the boys to wash up, I felt wet, squishy carpet. My washer was leaking and the hall was flooded. I got the clean towels out of my bathroom and tried to soak up as much water as possible. I ended up pulling the carpet up and setting fans on both sides of the hall.
I cried. I had just had it and I couldn’t take anymore. I cried again. Finally, when the tears were gone I felt this huge relief and then this huge gush! Uh huh, my period! What more can I say, a perfectly awful ending to a perfectly awful day!
I picked up Devon at school and headed to the grocery store. I had put a roast in the crock-pot this morning and I knew it would be waiting when we got home. When we walked in the front door the whole house smelled like burnt meat! I knew immediately that something was wrong. My lucky crock-pot would not let me down. I walked into the kitchen to find my lovely, white tile counters, covered with blood and beef broth, along with some onion slices and spices. My “pot” had cracked down the side! I don’t know how or why but I am devastated! I have had this crock-pot for 15 yrs. It is ugly and small but it is special to me. Two years ago I entered my first “chili cook-off” and took 3rd place. This last year I took 1st place and I chalk it up to my lucky crock-pot (It was honestly, my second time to ever make chili). Along with 1st place, I also got a ribbon for the ugliest crock-pot. I vowed to continue using it even though I really need a bigger one.
I did manage to save the roast, kind of.
After I bleached the tile on my counter I needed to do a load of laundry. I threw the messy rags in the washer and finished dinner. On my way down the hall to tell the boys to wash up, I felt wet, squishy carpet. My washer was leaking and the hall was flooded. I got the clean towels out of my bathroom and tried to soak up as much water as possible. I ended up pulling the carpet up and setting fans on both sides of the hall.
I cried. I had just had it and I couldn’t take anymore. I cried again. Finally, when the tears were gone I felt this huge relief and then this huge gush! Uh huh, my period! What more can I say, a perfectly awful ending to a perfectly awful day!
Anyone see my marbles rolling by?
The lady I share my office with is out for two week due to knee surgery. This means I am working with the boss’s wife. She is a lovely Belgian lady about 70 yrs old. She hasn’t worked here for years, speaks broken English and…well, this means I am doing all the work. This morning she asked me a question that was only half in English. When she saw the look on my face she said “Oh, Flemish just came out of my mouth”. Of course I immediately looked at my shirt, searching for phlegm!
I am not easily rattled but I feel like I may cry at any minute. My heart is racing, I am all flustered, and I feel like I am being buried alive. Is this what it feels like when you “loose it”?
I am not easily rattled but I feel like I may cry at any minute. My heart is racing, I am all flustered, and I feel like I am being buried alive. Is this what it feels like when you “loose it”?
Monday, January 24, 2005
It's Monday...
the most depressing day of the week.
I hated this weekend to end.
The weather was perfect.
The kids and I have a Sunday tradition. We get on our bikes about 11:00 and ride down to the Farmers Market for some VERY good Mexican food. If it is raining we will drive and get the food to go, we must have our gorditas! Then we wander around and pick out our fruits and veggies for the week. We usually ride our goodies home and turn around and ride back to the Harbor. Twice a month my favorite local artist (T.R) plays at “Sea Fresh” which is a fresh fish market and restaurant upstairs. They have a great patio that sits on the water. T.R. starts performing on the patio at 1:00 and ends at 4:00. That is the perfect time for heading home to start dinner. Yesterday we decided to take advantage of the weather (they are forecasting rain later in the week) and stayed to have a bowl of seafood chowder. Well, I had the chowder; the boys had chicken and fries (it’s a shame they don’t like fish!). We rode our bikes home and settled in for our Sunday evening. I made cookies and we ate them with ice cream while we watched “Extreme Home Makeover”. Then, off to bed where I snuggled in and watched a little Court TV. It was a good day. Damn Monday has to ruin it all!
I hated this weekend to end.
The weather was perfect.
The kids and I have a Sunday tradition. We get on our bikes about 11:00 and ride down to the Farmers Market for some VERY good Mexican food. If it is raining we will drive and get the food to go, we must have our gorditas! Then we wander around and pick out our fruits and veggies for the week. We usually ride our goodies home and turn around and ride back to the Harbor. Twice a month my favorite local artist (T.R) plays at “Sea Fresh” which is a fresh fish market and restaurant upstairs. They have a great patio that sits on the water. T.R. starts performing on the patio at 1:00 and ends at 4:00. That is the perfect time for heading home to start dinner. Yesterday we decided to take advantage of the weather (they are forecasting rain later in the week) and stayed to have a bowl of seafood chowder. Well, I had the chowder; the boys had chicken and fries (it’s a shame they don’t like fish!). We rode our bikes home and settled in for our Sunday evening. I made cookies and we ate them with ice cream while we watched “Extreme Home Makeover”. Then, off to bed where I snuggled in and watched a little Court TV. It was a good day. Damn Monday has to ruin it all!
Thursday, January 20, 2005
I should shut up now
When I walked into his office this morning, my boss was eating a sandwich. He asked me “Do you want some tuna for breakfast?” I replied, “No thanks, I have my own.” He just stared blankly at me. I fumbled for words and said “Well, I don’t really have a tuna sandwich, oh dear, never mind!” I don’t know what I was thinking! It was my attempt at vulgar humor and my brain was clearly, still asleep. Unfortunately, my mouth was wide-awake! I am very embarrassed and haven’t spoken to him since. I’m sure he is wondering what is wrong with me and making arrangements for drug testing.
Geez, I am such a dork!!
Geez, I am such a dork!!
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Not working out
My feet and my breasts are ready to go, the rest of my body just won’t cooperate!
I bought a new Jogbra and new running shoes so I could begin jogging again (as if I was a serious jogger before). I made several mistakes this morning:
1. I didn’t break in my new shoes
2. I didn’t realize that at 4:30 a.m. my body would need more of a warm up than the usual stretch or two.
By the end of my short jog this morning the only things that felt like it had gotten a workout were my sore feet and my even sorer (is that a word?) breasts! I was very glad it was dark. I looked like my mother trying to catch the mailman- arms and legs flailing (probably in different directions). Lord knows I am lucky I didn’t throw my back out. Working-out is not working-out, but what are my options at that time in the morning?
I bought a new Jogbra and new running shoes so I could begin jogging again (as if I was a serious jogger before). I made several mistakes this morning:
1. I didn’t break in my new shoes
2. I didn’t realize that at 4:30 a.m. my body would need more of a warm up than the usual stretch or two.
By the end of my short jog this morning the only things that felt like it had gotten a workout were my sore feet and my even sorer (is that a word?) breasts! I was very glad it was dark. I looked like my mother trying to catch the mailman- arms and legs flailing (probably in different directions). Lord knows I am lucky I didn’t throw my back out. Working-out is not working-out, but what are my options at that time in the morning?
Monday, January 17, 2005
Enjoy Martha Lutin Day!
When Nick was in 2nd grade, he came home from school on Friday waving a yellow paper. He was very excited and told me he didn’t have school on Monday. He continued to wave his paper and proudly announced “Monday is Martha Lutin Day”. He wasn’t really sure who “she” was but he was happy to celebrate “her” day.
Saturday, January 15, 2005
That's what I'm talking about!
Oh the joy, the smile it brought to my face...being in control.
Living with a teenager can make you feel like you are loosing control sometimes. They walk around, causing emotional havoc, whining, complaining until you think you will just freak out. Drama, drama, drama!
I had Nick and 3 friends in the car, doors locked, driving down the road and I got revenge! I put in my Michael McDonald CD and cranked the volume to 45. They nearly died! They couldn't get out of the car fast enough. I heard Nick's friend "Fro boy" say "Dude, your mom has bad music." Hehehe, oh the joy!
Score: Nick- 1 Mom-1
Friday, January 14, 2005
Mom needs a time-out!
Last night as I am TRYING to make dinner, Nick is standing on the other side of the bar watching me cook and asking questions. We had this conversation:
“Is dinner ready yet?” “No, I am working on it”
“What’s for dinner?” “Spaghetti with meatballs and salad”
“Can we have French bread too?” “Yes”
“Can’t we have something else?” “No, this is what we are eating tonight”
“I will eat a Hot Pocket” “No you won’t”
“How long until it’s ready?” “Much sooner if you go find something else to do”
“I don’t want to much sauce on mine” “I know, I won’t try to kill you”
“Did you know that pasta is a carb?” “Yes, I do”
“What is in the meatballs?” “Meat, parmesan cheese, egg, and garlic”
“Oh”
“Is that how you normally make them?” “Yes”
“How much longer, I am really hungry” “Half an hour, go wash up”
“Why? I have half an hour” Silence
“OK, I’ll go wash”
Then poor Devon walked in and asked “What’s for dinner?”
“ For crying out loud! We are having Goat Testicle Stew, now go wash you hands”
I heard him ask Nick in the bathroom “What’s a goat testicle?”
“Is dinner ready yet?” “No, I am working on it”
“What’s for dinner?” “Spaghetti with meatballs and salad”
“Can we have French bread too?” “Yes”
“Can’t we have something else?” “No, this is what we are eating tonight”
“I will eat a Hot Pocket” “No you won’t”
“How long until it’s ready?” “Much sooner if you go find something else to do”
“I don’t want to much sauce on mine” “I know, I won’t try to kill you”
“Did you know that pasta is a carb?” “Yes, I do”
“What is in the meatballs?” “Meat, parmesan cheese, egg, and garlic”
“Oh”
“Is that how you normally make them?” “Yes”
“How much longer, I am really hungry” “Half an hour, go wash up”
“Why? I have half an hour” Silence
“OK, I’ll go wash”
Then poor Devon walked in and asked “What’s for dinner?”
“ For crying out loud! We are having Goat Testicle Stew, now go wash you hands”
I heard him ask Nick in the bathroom “What’s a goat testicle?”
Thursday, January 13, 2005
You know that old lady that insists on hugging you?
Well, I am going to hire her to babysit Nick! Yes, that one with the really big, saggy boobs. They ones that smoosh in your face as she hugs every last breath from your body.
He is still out on Christmas break, the longest break in history!. He doesn't go back to school until Tuesday and that is not soon enough. He is driving me crazy!
He has called me at work about 12 times... in the last hour!
He is still out on Christmas break, the longest break in history!. He doesn't go back to school until Tuesday and that is not soon enough. He is driving me crazy!
He has called me at work about 12 times... in the last hour!
IM update
Nick called me to see if he could go online to look at a picture his friend had sent him of a girl he was chatting with last night. She is the cousin of his best friend and she likes him (they have never met yet she loves him, aww, young love). I told him he had 15 minutes online. He called me about 10 minutes later and was frantic. He said she was really "not attractive" and he didn't know what to do. I told him as long as they hadn't already planned a wedding date he was safe. I told him to tell her "thanks" for the picture and my mom said I have to get offline.
I don't like this at all!
We will talk tonight!
I don't like this at all!
We will talk tonight!
I think I've experienced a natural disaster!
This morning I am wearing a necklace I bought about 10 yrs ago but just found last week. It is a big heart followed by 3 smaller hearts. Devon asked me about it this morning. I explained that I bought it when he was a baby and that the hearts represented his dad, me, Nick and him. He said, “How come I am the smallest heart?” I told him “Because you are the youngest, but look, you are the closest to my heart”. He wrinkled his nose and said with disgust “Looks like I am the closest to your boob crack!”
Well that doesn’t sound very attractive but I guess to an 11 yr old boy it isn’t. I just chuckled and looked in the mirror. I realized that 10 yrs ago the necklace was a little closer to my “boob crack”. My neck must have grown, I have gained a lot of weight!
Is a BOOB SLIDE classified as a natural disaster?
Well that doesn’t sound very attractive but I guess to an 11 yr old boy it isn’t. I just chuckled and looked in the mirror. I realized that 10 yrs ago the necklace was a little closer to my “boob crack”. My neck must have grown, I have gained a lot of weight!
Is a BOOB SLIDE classified as a natural disaster?
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
I guess I got what I deserved
Well, I think I asked for this spanking. Here it goes:
Three Names You Go By:
1. Amy
2. Mom
3. Hey Lady
Three Screennames You've Had:
1. arising_elvis
2. pinkme
3. lookingrosey
Three Things About Yourself:
1. I am easy to please/ meaning normal easy going
2 I love to clean
3. I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up (career wise)
Three Things You Don't Like About Yourself:
1. My weight
2. I am too compulsive
3. I am indecisive
Three Parts of Your Heritage:
1. Swedish
2. English
3. Native-American (Powhatan)
Three Things That Scare You:
1. Spiders
2. Something bad happening to my family
3. The state of the world
Three Parts of Your Everyday Essentials:
1. Caffeine
2. Hugs and Kisses
3. Lip gloss
Three Things You Are Wearing Right Now:
1. Khaki pants
2. Baby blue sweater
3. blue and tan socks
Three Favorite Musical Artists:Not really fair
1. Chicago, Wallflowers, Styx, Foreigner
2. Train, Matchboxtwenty, Teresa Russell, Jack Johnson
3. Prince, Michael Jackson (sorry), many more
Three Favorite Songs:~ Again, same caveat
1. Meet Virginia- Train
2. Sexual Healing- Marvin Gaye
3. Heaven- Brian Adams
4. Sixth Ave Heartache- Wallflowers
many more, my friends know that every song is my favorite!
Three Things to Try in the Next 12 Months:
1. Learn to Salsa dance
2. Win my second “Chili cook-off”
3. Help my son live to be 15
Three Things You Want in a Relationship (love is a given):
1. Trust
2. Passion
3. Friendship
Two Truths and a Lie:(not in any order)
1. I am a beer drinker
2. I love tattoos
3. I am a blonde
Three Things About the Opposite Sex that Appeal to You:
1. They smell manly
2. They have strong bodies
3. They are good with tools
Three Things You Just Can't Do:
1. Whistle
2. Rollerblade
3. Stay out of the lovely fountain at the Embassy Suites
Three Favorite Hobbies:
1. Walking on the beach
2. Activities with my kids
3. Cleaning and doing laundry (I should get out more)
Three Things You Want to Do Really Badly Right Now:
1. Have a beer
2. Take a hot bath
3. Snuggle with my cat
Three Careers You're Considering:
1. Forensics
2. Medicine
3. Actress or supermodel
Three Places You Want to Go on Vacation:
1. Jamaica
2. Paris
3. Sweden
Three Kid Names: Courtesy of Nick and Devon
1. Zoe
2. Patrick
3. Lucy
Three Things You Want to Do Before You Die:
1. See my kids become adults (30+)
2. Be a grandma
3. Become famous
Three Ways I'm Stererotypically a Boy:
1. I guzzle beer
2. I love cars
3. I hate gossip and “girly” drama
Three Ways I'm Stereotypically a Girl:
1. I love smelly lotions and candles
2. I'm emotional.
3. I like pink things
Three Celeb Crushes:
1. Ellen Degeneris
2. Lenny Kravitz
3. Ty Pennington
Three People Who Have to Take This Quiz Now (sorry, guys!):
1. Jay
2. Johncompact
3. mojo shivers
All of this fun was brought to you by my friend Nino!
Three Names You Go By:
1. Amy
2. Mom
3. Hey Lady
Three Screennames You've Had:
1. arising_elvis
2. pinkme
3. lookingrosey
Three Things About Yourself:
1. I am easy to please/ meaning normal easy going
2 I love to clean
3. I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up (career wise)
Three Things You Don't Like About Yourself:
1. My weight
2. I am too compulsive
3. I am indecisive
Three Parts of Your Heritage:
1. Swedish
2. English
3. Native-American (Powhatan)
Three Things That Scare You:
1. Spiders
2. Something bad happening to my family
3. The state of the world
Three Parts of Your Everyday Essentials:
1. Caffeine
2. Hugs and Kisses
3. Lip gloss
Three Things You Are Wearing Right Now:
1. Khaki pants
2. Baby blue sweater
3. blue and tan socks
Three Favorite Musical Artists:Not really fair
1. Chicago, Wallflowers, Styx, Foreigner
2. Train, Matchboxtwenty, Teresa Russell, Jack Johnson
3. Prince, Michael Jackson (sorry), many more
Three Favorite Songs:~ Again, same caveat
1. Meet Virginia- Train
2. Sexual Healing- Marvin Gaye
3. Heaven- Brian Adams
4. Sixth Ave Heartache- Wallflowers
many more, my friends know that every song is my favorite!
Three Things to Try in the Next 12 Months:
1. Learn to Salsa dance
2. Win my second “Chili cook-off”
3. Help my son live to be 15
Three Things You Want in a Relationship (love is a given):
1. Trust
2. Passion
3. Friendship
Two Truths and a Lie:(not in any order)
1. I am a beer drinker
2. I love tattoos
3. I am a blonde
Three Things About the Opposite Sex that Appeal to You:
1. They smell manly
2. They have strong bodies
3. They are good with tools
Three Things You Just Can't Do:
1. Whistle
2. Rollerblade
3. Stay out of the lovely fountain at the Embassy Suites
Three Favorite Hobbies:
1. Walking on the beach
2. Activities with my kids
3. Cleaning and doing laundry (I should get out more)
Three Things You Want to Do Really Badly Right Now:
1. Have a beer
2. Take a hot bath
3. Snuggle with my cat
Three Careers You're Considering:
1. Forensics
2. Medicine
3. Actress or supermodel
Three Places You Want to Go on Vacation:
1. Jamaica
2. Paris
3. Sweden
Three Kid Names: Courtesy of Nick and Devon
1. Zoe
2. Patrick
3. Lucy
Three Things You Want to Do Before You Die:
1. See my kids become adults (30+)
2. Be a grandma
3. Become famous
Three Ways I'm Stererotypically a Boy:
1. I guzzle beer
2. I love cars
3. I hate gossip and “girly” drama
Three Ways I'm Stereotypically a Girl:
1. I love smelly lotions and candles
2. I'm emotional.
3. I like pink things
Three Celeb Crushes:
1. Ellen Degeneris
2. Lenny Kravitz
3. Ty Pennington
Three People Who Have to Take This Quiz Now (sorry, guys!):
1. Jay
2. Johncompact
3. mojo shivers
All of this fun was brought to you by my friend Nino!
I am such an idiot!!!!!
You know that cute, fuzzy little birthday boy I was gushing about? His f***ing mother forgot his f***ing lunch!! It's his birthday and I was so concerned with his special breakfast and dinner that I completely skipped lunch. Well, my fat ass had lunch, no forgetting my own lunch, no siree!! I had it in my head that we were having his birthday lunch on Saturday. Why would he need a lunch today? I feel so bad I may cry! What an idiot!
Eleven years ago today...
I was standing outside the hospital emergency entrance with a suitcase in one hand and my swollen belly in the other hand as my husband (ex) sped away shouting out his window “Call me when something interesting happens”.
Oh, I don’t want to ruin this special day so I won’t go down that path.
Eleven years ago today I gave birth to the most special, baby boy. He didn’t want to leave his warm place, and when he finally did he refused to breath. He was taken away quickly, leaving me frantic. I did catch a glimpse of his purple little body as they tried to wrap him up. He was only gone for a few minutes but everything seemed to move in slow motion. When they brought him back to me and laid him on my chest I was relieved. He looked so different from his brother, smaller (8lbs, 4 oz), and frail because of his color. He opened his eyes and blinked at me several times (I like to think he was trying to focus on my face), whimpered and went to sleep.
He was a good baby. He didn’t cry a lot and he sucked his two middle fingers, which was sooo sweet. He didn’t talk until he was almost 3 and even then he was very hard to understand. He is one of the sweetest, kindhearted humans I have ever met. He has many struggles but nothing gets him down.
Every day when I drop him off at school he does the same thing: unbuckles his seatbelt, slides forward and gives me a kiss, jumps out of the car, says “I love you” and shuts the door. About 10 ft from the car he turns around and waves, it is always a “this could be my last wave” kinda wave. There is something so deep in his expression, and this wave, I can’t explain it. It melts my heart every morning.
When I pick him up after school, he comes running to give me a hug. He doesn’t care who sees us. He even kisses me on occasion. There is so much inside him, waiting to find a way out.
He is my little, cute, fuzzy caterpillar that will soon be a butterfly!
HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!!!
P.S. At our house, the birthday boy gets to pick the menu for the day. Breakfast was: O.J., soy sausages, toast with strawberry jam and pancakes. B-day lunch is taking place on Saturday. Dinner is Hamburgers (rare request because he doesn’t like meat), French fries, broccoli w/ranch dip and maple bars with candles in them. He is taking a friend to Chuck E Cheese on Saturday and we will have cake at home after the fun.
Oh, I don’t want to ruin this special day so I won’t go down that path.
Eleven years ago today I gave birth to the most special, baby boy. He didn’t want to leave his warm place, and when he finally did he refused to breath. He was taken away quickly, leaving me frantic. I did catch a glimpse of his purple little body as they tried to wrap him up. He was only gone for a few minutes but everything seemed to move in slow motion. When they brought him back to me and laid him on my chest I was relieved. He looked so different from his brother, smaller (8lbs, 4 oz), and frail because of his color. He opened his eyes and blinked at me several times (I like to think he was trying to focus on my face), whimpered and went to sleep.
He was a good baby. He didn’t cry a lot and he sucked his two middle fingers, which was sooo sweet. He didn’t talk until he was almost 3 and even then he was very hard to understand. He is one of the sweetest, kindhearted humans I have ever met. He has many struggles but nothing gets him down.
Every day when I drop him off at school he does the same thing: unbuckles his seatbelt, slides forward and gives me a kiss, jumps out of the car, says “I love you” and shuts the door. About 10 ft from the car he turns around and waves, it is always a “this could be my last wave” kinda wave. There is something so deep in his expression, and this wave, I can’t explain it. It melts my heart every morning.
When I pick him up after school, he comes running to give me a hug. He doesn’t care who sees us. He even kisses me on occasion. There is so much inside him, waiting to find a way out.
He is my little, cute, fuzzy caterpillar that will soon be a butterfly!
HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!!!
P.S. At our house, the birthday boy gets to pick the menu for the day. Breakfast was: O.J., soy sausages, toast with strawberry jam and pancakes. B-day lunch is taking place on Saturday. Dinner is Hamburgers (rare request because he doesn’t like meat), French fries, broccoli w/ranch dip and maple bars with candles in them. He is taking a friend to Chuck E Cheese on Saturday and we will have cake at home after the fun.
I am a little freaked out
Last night Nick discovered Yahoo Instant Messenger! He and his friends text back and forth all the time and someone mentioned that he should get online and chat. Whoever you are, I'd like to slap you! I knew it was coming and I suppose I didn't have to say "yes", but I have to pick my battles carefully at this point. He is wearing me out already and he is barely 14! Every person he chatted with last night was a girl (yes, I hovered over his shoulder). They even sent him pictures (these are very mature looking 13-14 yr olds). I am playing detective mom and archiving his messages. I don't want to hear about "his privacy" and all that other shit! I don't trust those GIRLS!!! What should I do? I am going to limit the time he is online but I do work two jobs and he is home alone some of the time. I have already employed the "adorable snitch", his brother, to tell me if anything funny is going on.
I guess we need to talk, again! Just a refresher course since he already knows everything!
I guess we need to talk, again! Just a refresher course since he already knows everything!
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
What a graceful entrance!
OMG! I am so embarrassed!
I walked out the back door of my office into the factory and fell. Not just any fall, but one of those “twist your ankle and fall off your boots” falls. My ankle twisted, I jerked sideways (heels are about 3 inches), dropped my stack of papers and did a very spastic version of a windmill. I hit the floor sending papers scattering. I jumped up immediately, smoothed my skirt and looked around. I didn’t see anyone and bent over to retrieve my paperwork. I just wanted to get out of there quick. Then I heard a voice coming from somewhere in the rows of stock ahead of me: “What the hell was that?”
I was mortified! Funny thing is, somehow I am relieved to know who witnessed my acrobatics. Not knowing is more embarrassing, thinking that someone out there knows my secret makes my cheeks burn. I may dress like a lady... but you really can’t take me anywhere.
I walked out the back door of my office into the factory and fell. Not just any fall, but one of those “twist your ankle and fall off your boots” falls. My ankle twisted, I jerked sideways (heels are about 3 inches), dropped my stack of papers and did a very spastic version of a windmill. I hit the floor sending papers scattering. I jumped up immediately, smoothed my skirt and looked around. I didn’t see anyone and bent over to retrieve my paperwork. I just wanted to get out of there quick. Then I heard a voice coming from somewhere in the rows of stock ahead of me: “What the hell was that?”
Monday, January 10, 2005
The "Three Hour Tour" is 3 ft under
I sent my son over to check on our dinghy (named "Three Hour Tour"). He called me and said it is gone. "What do you mean gone?" I asked. "Well not really gone, just not above the water anymore" was his squeaky reply.
He is in the water with his wetsuit on, trying desperately to resurect it. If we wait till low tide we can just tip it to one side and then bail the rest with a bucket. Oh well, if he wants to play in the water...Thankfully we removed the motor months ago!
I guess I won't be floating out of here anytime soon!
He is in the water with his wetsuit on, trying desperately to resurect it. If we wait till low tide we can just tip it to one side and then bail the rest with a bucket. Oh well, if he wants to play in the water...Thankfully we removed the motor months ago!
I guess I won't be floating out of here anytime soon!
Maybe I should prepare the boat
Rain, rain, rain. It has been raining off and on for over 2 weeks now. This morning a house fell of a cliff, the 405 freeway started to buckle, a tornado touched down in Oxnard and huge sections of roadway are being washed away by water or mud slides. It is getting worse by the hour.
These crazy Californians aren’t used to being stuck indoors for more than a few days at a time. I think some of them have hit their breaking point, I saw some bizarre things going on today. I saw a lady walking her dog in full rain gear, not her, the dog! Her dog was dressed in a yellow plastic rain slicker with matching hat and boots. I wondered how long it took her to wrestle the dog into that outfit. She, on the other hand was wearing a sweatshirt (soaked) and Ugg boots (not waterproof). I also saw a man jogging! There is standing water everywhere and he was running through water about 5 inches deep. For gods sake, join a gym!
Yesterday a lady decided to ignore the “Road Closed” signs and barricades. She drove around them and ended up stuck in water up to the hood of her car. She and her three children had to climb on top of the car and wait for the Fire Dept’s helicopter to come and rescue them. The mother couldn’t hang onto the rope and her two year old at the same time and ended up dropping the baby. They found him a couple of hours later. They are talking about charging her with Negligent Homicide. I hope they do, what an idiot!
People are so impatient. It is winter and the weather is supposed to be bad. Just relax, stay dry, be safe and have some patience.
Gotta run, my pizza is late and I need to call and complain. Where is that damn delivery boy anyway!?!
These crazy Californians aren’t used to being stuck indoors for more than a few days at a time. I think some of them have hit their breaking point, I saw some bizarre things going on today. I saw a lady walking her dog in full rain gear, not her, the dog! Her dog was dressed in a yellow plastic rain slicker with matching hat and boots. I wondered how long it took her to wrestle the dog into that outfit. She, on the other hand was wearing a sweatshirt (soaked) and Ugg boots (not waterproof). I also saw a man jogging! There is standing water everywhere and he was running through water about 5 inches deep. For gods sake, join a gym!
Yesterday a lady decided to ignore the “Road Closed” signs and barricades. She drove around them and ended up stuck in water up to the hood of her car. She and her three children had to climb on top of the car and wait for the Fire Dept’s helicopter to come and rescue them. The mother couldn’t hang onto the rope and her two year old at the same time and ended up dropping the baby. They found him a couple of hours later. They are talking about charging her with Negligent Homicide. I hope they do, what an idiot!
People are so impatient. It is winter and the weather is supposed to be bad. Just relax, stay dry, be safe and have some patience.
Gotta run, my pizza is late and I need to call and complain. Where is that damn delivery boy anyway!?!
Friday, January 07, 2005
You rub me the wrong way!
Victoria’s Secret, what were you thinking?
Then again maybe that is why these panties were on the “sale” table!
I love underwear and bras from Victoria’s Secret. This is my only indulgence (no pedicures, facials or expensive hair cuts for me). They are the best!
These underwear fit nice except for one small problem (well, as the day goes on it is getting bigger). They are rubbing me in a bad way! They have a seam in the crotch that is not covered properly. They are killing me! Who ever designed these should have to walk a mile in underwear made from thin rope. Must have been a man!
Every time I come back to my desk I have to stick my hands down the front of my pants and adjust my underwear. My office mate doesn’t appreciate it very much but I don’t have much choice at this point.
I think I am going to have to take them off and just go without.
Then again maybe that is why these panties were on the “sale” table!
I love underwear and bras from Victoria’s Secret. This is my only indulgence (no pedicures, facials or expensive hair cuts for me). They are the best!
These underwear fit nice except for one small problem (well, as the day goes on it is getting bigger). They are rubbing me in a bad way! They have a seam in the crotch that is not covered properly. They are killing me! Who ever designed these should have to walk a mile in underwear made from thin rope. Must have been a man!
Every time I come back to my desk I have to stick my hands down the front of my pants and adjust my underwear. My office mate doesn’t appreciate it very much but I don’t have much choice at this point.
I think I am going to have to take them off and just go without.
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
What about my butt?
This morning was completely normal: dropped my youngest off at school, jumped on the 101 Southbound, listened to my favorite morning radio show and arrived at work 15 minutes early. As I am starting my computer my phone rings; NOT MY NORMAL RING TONE! It is belting out “Fat bottom Girls” by Queen!
Score: Nick-1, Mom- 0
Any suggestions on a embarrassing ring tone for a teenage boy?
Score: Nick-1, Mom- 0
Any suggestions on a embarrassing ring tone for a teenage boy?
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
CAN'T A GIRL TAKE A PISS IN PEACE?!
I still pee with the bathroom door open!
When my kids were small, shutting the door just didn’t work, they wanted to be with me at all times. I always had company when I used the bathroom. I actually left the door open when we had friends over for dinner once (hugely embarrassing).
I remember a time about 9 yrs ago, when my boys were about 5 and 2 and both had chicken pocks. Devon had them so bad. They were on his eyes, in his mouth, on his little penis and every other available space. The boys had both been very clingy and I needed a break. I went into the bathroom and shut the door. “Just two minutes” I begged. They cried at the door and after about 30 seconds I just gave up and opened the door. I remember thinking to myself “I can’t wait until they get a little bit older and I can use the bathroom in peace”.
Now my boys are almost 14 and 11 (January) and they still follow me into the bathroom. If I shut the door they stand at it and talk anyway. So….why bother. Nick has finally started standing in the door and looking the other way. Gee, why not just wait?!
I tried it again last night. I shut the door and asked them both to give me a minute. 30 seconds, 30 friggin’ seconds and someone was whining at the door!
I guess I need to learn the art of speed peeing.
Or, just go with the flow and enjoy the company!
Monday, January 03, 2005
My Boys, My Boys!
They are home, finally. How can 13 days feel like a year? I finally have a purpose again (really need a hobby).
I picked the boys up at the Burbank Airport, which I love (yeah Burbank, poo LAX) at about 11:00 am. On the ride home they told me a little (very little) about their visit with their father. I didn’t want to push on their first day home but I can tell something happened, something troubling. My oldest son actually called me at midnight on the Wednesday before they returned, to tell me goodnight. He knows very well that I go to bed around 9:00 and I got the feeling he wanted to talk. He didn’t open up and I don’t want him to feel pressured, like he is tattling on his father. He has been instructed before to not tell me what goes on in their house. I have made it very clear that they can tell their father anything that goes on in our house (except the hot tub incident, yikes). We will talk when the time is right, we always do.
We arrived home and the boys opened their presents. We had fun looking at all the stuff they got from their visit up north. We decided to go to one of our favorite places to eat “Pirates Grub and Grog”. They had a Zydeco/ Cajun band playing. What a hoot! The boys and I laughed and clapped and had a great time. We even played the washboard (much to my sons dismay).
After we arrived home we decided to unpack their bags. I emptied out all the clothes and asked if they knew which were clean and which ones were dirty. Nick patted me on the shoulder and said, “Does it really matter, you know you want to wash them all”. We laughed and I agreed.
I am so happy that my laundry makers are back!!
I picked the boys up at the Burbank Airport, which I love (yeah Burbank, poo LAX) at about 11:00 am. On the ride home they told me a little (very little) about their visit with their father. I didn’t want to push on their first day home but I can tell something happened, something troubling. My oldest son actually called me at midnight on the Wednesday before they returned, to tell me goodnight. He knows very well that I go to bed around 9:00 and I got the feeling he wanted to talk. He didn’t open up and I don’t want him to feel pressured, like he is tattling on his father. He has been instructed before to not tell me what goes on in their house. I have made it very clear that they can tell their father anything that goes on in our house (except the hot tub incident, yikes). We will talk when the time is right, we always do.
We arrived home and the boys opened their presents. We had fun looking at all the stuff they got from their visit up north. We decided to go to one of our favorite places to eat “Pirates Grub and Grog”. They had a Zydeco/ Cajun band playing. What a hoot! The boys and I laughed and clapped and had a great time. We even played the washboard (much to my sons dismay).
After we arrived home we decided to unpack their bags. I emptied out all the clothes and asked if they knew which were clean and which ones were dirty. Nick patted me on the shoulder and said, “Does it really matter, you know you want to wash them all”. We laughed and I agreed.
I am so happy that my laundry makers are back!!
Saturday, January 01, 2005
Serves me right!
Serves me right, yeah it does! What have I told my boys…if you make a commitment you can’t back out just because something better comes along. I was trying to teach them a little about commitment. I feel foolish because I know full well that I don’t always live by that rule. I try, especially when they know ahead of time that we have plans. Now that they are gone I am keeping all options open.
For New Years Eve I had three different invites. I didn’t commit to any of them and I was waiting to see which one promised to be the most fun. One was a family type event, sure to be fun with lots of food, booze and games. The second was an invite to the Yacht Club, fun ‘cause of the people, not the environment. The third invite was going out with people from work. That is definitely the newest group of friends and still “fun and new”. This was not really fair to my real friends. They didn’t beg as they usually do. I was not overwhelmed by the phone calls asking me to come over. I have a generic excuse I give them, leaving all options open. They must think I have some kind of stomach disease.
So, I sat and waited and listened to each groups plan. Some of my friends were kind of undecided and I wanted to wait and see what they decided. I figured it was my last night out before the boys come home and I might as well make good use of it. I waited and ended up choosing a group of friends from work. I showered, prepped, foo-fooed up and then I waited for their call. I waited, waited, and waited. At about 10:00 pm I decided they weren’t calling and I felt bad. Immediately I felt guilty. I should have picked my real friends, the ones who always invite me, and the ones who enjoy my company.
At this point I knew I had missed my ride and I probably couldn’t get a cab. I knew that unless I wasn’t going to drink I couldn’t drive. I blew it, I had to face the consequences.
So…I went to bed at 12:02 am. Yahoo, what a fun night, but well deserved I must say.
Next time I will not play the same game. Commitment is not such a bad thing, at least I would have kissed someone other than my pillow at midnight!
For New Years Eve I had three different invites. I didn’t commit to any of them and I was waiting to see which one promised to be the most fun. One was a family type event, sure to be fun with lots of food, booze and games. The second was an invite to the Yacht Club, fun ‘cause of the people, not the environment. The third invite was going out with people from work. That is definitely the newest group of friends and still “fun and new”. This was not really fair to my real friends. They didn’t beg as they usually do. I was not overwhelmed by the phone calls asking me to come over. I have a generic excuse I give them, leaving all options open. They must think I have some kind of stomach disease.
So, I sat and waited and listened to each groups plan. Some of my friends were kind of undecided and I wanted to wait and see what they decided. I figured it was my last night out before the boys come home and I might as well make good use of it. I waited and ended up choosing a group of friends from work. I showered, prepped, foo-fooed up and then I waited for their call. I waited, waited, and waited. At about 10:00 pm I decided they weren’t calling and I felt bad. Immediately I felt guilty. I should have picked my real friends, the ones who always invite me, and the ones who enjoy my company.
At this point I knew I had missed my ride and I probably couldn’t get a cab. I knew that unless I wasn’t going to drink I couldn’t drive. I blew it, I had to face the consequences.
So…I went to bed at 12:02 am. Yahoo, what a fun night, but well deserved I must say.
Next time I will not play the same game. Commitment is not such a bad thing, at least I would have kissed someone other than my pillow at midnight!
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