7:30 am
Isaac walks out of the bathroom. “CLEAN UP IN AISLE 4!”
Mom, “Okay, I’ll get Korky.”
Elias, “Who’s Korky?”
Isaac, “Mom’s best friend.”
Original Korky® Plunger
p/n: 93-8
Friday, February 5, 2010
Mom's Best Friend
Friday, February 05, 2010
7:30 am
Isaac walks out of the bathroom. “CLEAN UP IN AISLE 4!”
Mom, “Okay, I’ll get Korky.”
Elias, “Who’s Korky?”
Isaac, “Mom’s best friend.”
Original Korky® Plunger
p/n: 93-8
7:30 am
Isaac walks out of the bathroom. “CLEAN UP IN AISLE 4!”
Mom, “Okay, I’ll get Korky.”
Elias, “Who’s Korky?”
Isaac, “Mom’s best friend.”
Original Korky® Plunger
p/n: 93-8
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Guilty Pleasures and Guilty Omissions
My Guilty Pleasures
*People magazine
*Forensic Files (it's not a fictional television show)
*Cold Case Files (again, not a fictional show)
*Watching the relationship of John and Kate go up in a puff of smoke (only watched the show briefly until I became resentful that Kate had the ingenuity to market her family and get free tummy tucks and vacations and stuff) (followed the story of their downfall very closely in People)
*pop music
*looking at the headlines on KCRG.com and only reading the articles that involve particularly heinous or grizzly crimes/accidents
*Hoarders
*Intervention
My Guilty Omissions
*never read the paper
*have a subscription to The New Yorker and RARELY read it (only read it if I happen to hear from my daughter that David Sedaris has written an essay)
*never watch public television
*never listen to public radio
*People magazine
*Forensic Files (it's not a fictional television show)
*Cold Case Files (again, not a fictional show)
*Watching the relationship of John and Kate go up in a puff of smoke (only watched the show briefly until I became resentful that Kate had the ingenuity to market her family and get free tummy tucks and vacations and stuff) (followed the story of their downfall very closely in People)
*pop music
*looking at the headlines on KCRG.com and only reading the articles that involve particularly heinous or grizzly crimes/accidents
*Hoarders
*Intervention
My Guilty Omissions
*never read the paper
*have a subscription to The New Yorker and RARELY read it (only read it if I happen to hear from my daughter that David Sedaris has written an essay)
*never watch public television
*never listen to public radio
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
My two sisters and I are starting a crafting blog. We all dabble in various crafts and we plan to share some of our projects. If you are interested, click on the Crafty Sisterhood link over to the left.
This is the time of year when I really start to get depressed. Not just a little bit down, but really depressed. The snow is no longer pretty. In fact, it's downright dirty and makes everything else downright dirty. It is still really cold. I feel more cold now than I did in early January. I need to start getting on the treadmill just to get my blood pumping and work off some of my anxiety. But, I need to be in the mood to exercise and I'm not. I haven't been in the mood for about four years.
Today some of my co-workers were talking about their Wii Fits and the fact that they can't get good cardio workouts with the Wii. They only use their Wii's to tide them over until they can get to the gym. I just walked out of the room. This is the type of talk that only fuels my depressed mood. I don't think I will ever be the type of person who discusses her cardio workouts. Wait, I won't ever be the type of person to HAVE a cardio workout. I wish I was, believe me.
On that happy note, I am off to bed. I am hoping to wake up tomorrow with a better attitude. For those of you that are interested, I may even shower.
This is the time of year when I really start to get depressed. Not just a little bit down, but really depressed. The snow is no longer pretty. In fact, it's downright dirty and makes everything else downright dirty. It is still really cold. I feel more cold now than I did in early January. I need to start getting on the treadmill just to get my blood pumping and work off some of my anxiety. But, I need to be in the mood to exercise and I'm not. I haven't been in the mood for about four years.
Today some of my co-workers were talking about their Wii Fits and the fact that they can't get good cardio workouts with the Wii. They only use their Wii's to tide them over until they can get to the gym. I just walked out of the room. This is the type of talk that only fuels my depressed mood. I don't think I will ever be the type of person who discusses her cardio workouts. Wait, I won't ever be the type of person to HAVE a cardio workout. I wish I was, believe me.
On that happy note, I am off to bed. I am hoping to wake up tomorrow with a better attitude. For those of you that are interested, I may even shower.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Two Random Comments
First, my 13-year-old daughter had the baby-think-it-over last night. Her comment was, "I LOVE BEING A MOTHER!" hmmm.......
Second, I have a free Apple itunes download link over to the left. Apparently, Apple releases a few free downloads every week. I haven't tried it yet, but I thought it sounded pretty cool. The link looks really cheesy, though. Don't let that scare you.
Second, I have a free Apple itunes download link over to the left. Apparently, Apple releases a few free downloads every week. I haven't tried it yet, but I thought it sounded pretty cool. The link looks really cheesy, though. Don't let that scare you.
Monday, February 1, 2010
No Need for Romance
All of the Valentine talk has gotten me thinking about my husband and how he is completely devoid of romance or romantic ideas. I have a little story to illustrate my point. Those of you that know me well have heard this story, so please forgive the repetition.
When my husband and I were dating, I asked him about some of the girls he had dated in the past. He mentioned that he had thought about asking out one of the girls he worked with. Naturally, I wanted to know more about her, especially because he had decided against it. The conversation went like this.
"I decided not to ask her out," said Ed.
"Why not?," asked Lisa.
"Oh, she was into being thin and tan and pretty. But I like you," said Ed, with a pat on my
leg.
I should have recognized right then and there that our relationship would not be full of roses and quiet dinners at dimly lit restaurants. In fact, in our entire 14 years of marriage, I have received one anniversary card and he didn't even sign it. He was probably thinking he could return it the next day and get his money back.
I used to get very bent out of shape when he didn't buy me a birthday or Christmas gift. It took me a few years, but then I realized I have something so much better than any quickly forgotten card or gift. I have a man that likes me best when I'm schlepping around the house in my old sweats, not having showered for a couple of days. He likes extra jiggly skin here and there. And, he does just as much bitch-work around the house as I do. That man is not afraid of housework. All of this probably adds up to some kind of weird fetish, but who cares?!!
So, when people ask me what my husband got me for Christmas or Valentine's Day, I never know what to say. Perhaps this year I should say he gave me the freedom to be fat, white and ugly.
When my husband and I were dating, I asked him about some of the girls he had dated in the past. He mentioned that he had thought about asking out one of the girls he worked with. Naturally, I wanted to know more about her, especially because he had decided against it. The conversation went like this.
"I decided not to ask her out," said Ed.
"Why not?," asked Lisa.
"Oh, she was into being thin and tan and pretty. But I like you," said Ed, with a pat on my
leg.
I should have recognized right then and there that our relationship would not be full of roses and quiet dinners at dimly lit restaurants. In fact, in our entire 14 years of marriage, I have received one anniversary card and he didn't even sign it. He was probably thinking he could return it the next day and get his money back.
I used to get very bent out of shape when he didn't buy me a birthday or Christmas gift. It took me a few years, but then I realized I have something so much better than any quickly forgotten card or gift. I have a man that likes me best when I'm schlepping around the house in my old sweats, not having showered for a couple of days. He likes extra jiggly skin here and there. And, he does just as much bitch-work around the house as I do. That man is not afraid of housework. All of this probably adds up to some kind of weird fetish, but who cares?!!
So, when people ask me what my husband got me for Christmas or Valentine's Day, I never know what to say. Perhaps this year I should say he gave me the freedom to be fat, white and ugly.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Short Teaser
I intended to post yesterday, but I sat in front of my laptop totally blocked. It's funny how things are constantly running around in my head. Things I want to share. Then, I sit down to write them and they are gone. I am determined to post today, so I am writing a short note before I head off to a youth athletic event. More on that later.
Just a little FYI. This blog will not be a blubbery, gushy blog about the cuteness and greatness of my kids. I like to read about real life and I will presume that you do as well. Although, my kids are pretty damn cute and they totally crack me up sometimes. Also, I will generally try and keep my posts fairly short. Occasionally I may run off on a tangent, but for the most part I will keep them short and simple.
I'm off to shower. I know you are dying for more, so I'll try and post later.
Just a little FYI. This blog will not be a blubbery, gushy blog about the cuteness and greatness of my kids. I like to read about real life and I will presume that you do as well. Although, my kids are pretty damn cute and they totally crack me up sometimes. Also, I will generally try and keep my posts fairly short. Occasionally I may run off on a tangent, but for the most part I will keep them short and simple.
I'm off to shower. I know you are dying for more, so I'll try and post later.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Inaugural Post
I am kicking off my blog today although it has been a terrible day so far. Maybe this will cheer me up. I am home sick for the second day from my part-time job at the school and I about killed my kids this morning. They wait until 10 minutes before the bus comes and then tell me they need [fill in the blank] for school today. Well, I'll be darned if I am going to be the loser parent who doesn't dress my kid in a Hawaiian shirt today for "summer day." So, while I am searching for the shirt for my 3rd grade son in the basement, which I actually may have donated to Goodwill because I hate it, the other three of them are upstairs fighting and laughing and screaming. With bus time looming dangerously close, I told my son to wear some shorts (it's 4 degrees outside) and ran upstairs to attempt to get everyone corralled to head outside. I found two of them wrestling on the living room floor with no shoes or coats and I found one naked in his bedroom. I am still astounded as to how this nakedness happened. When I went downstairs five minutes ago, he was dressed.
By this time, I am in a full-out tantrum. Now I am screaming and running around and, yes, swatting a naked butt. The bus stop is at our driveway, which means all the neighbor kids heard me screaming. And, I stuck my head out the door three more times to yell at them while they were in line. The bus stop was very quiet today. Although, I am pretty sure my kids were giggling under their breath. Now I feel awful and I am praying that my son doesn't show anyone the handprint on his butt.
After counting the four heads above, you may be wondering about the other two birds for which I am responsible. One is in college and not living at home, which is best for both of us. (I think she would agree.) And, I drove my 7th grade daughter to school at 6:30 am for jazz band practice. My husband has to leave for work around 5:30 am, so I am forced to fend for myself in the mornings. Clearly, I was not very good at fending for myself today. Kids-1, Mom-0.
By this time, I am in a full-out tantrum. Now I am screaming and running around and, yes, swatting a naked butt. The bus stop is at our driveway, which means all the neighbor kids heard me screaming. And, I stuck my head out the door three more times to yell at them while they were in line. The bus stop was very quiet today. Although, I am pretty sure my kids were giggling under their breath. Now I feel awful and I am praying that my son doesn't show anyone the handprint on his butt.
After counting the four heads above, you may be wondering about the other two birds for which I am responsible. One is in college and not living at home, which is best for both of us. (I think she would agree.) And, I drove my 7th grade daughter to school at 6:30 am for jazz band practice. My husband has to leave for work around 5:30 am, so I am forced to fend for myself in the mornings. Clearly, I was not very good at fending for myself today. Kids-1, Mom-0.
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