May 12, 2008

Gotta Love A Slinky

I’ve decided to name the caterpillar, Slinky. Cuz, ya know…

“Everyone loves a slinky… ya gotta get a slinky… slinky SLINKY… GO SLINKY GO!!!!”

And, I think Slinky is fairly unisex too.

Mike says I come up with bad pet names. Pfft.

If one of those chickens ends up being a hen (please, God, PLEASE!!!) then I’m naming her Bitsy. I don’t see how you can have a chicken and not name it Bitsy. I lived for years with NERO (named after Nero Wolfe character). Ok, I totally encouraged that name. Hee hee. But, a girl chicken named Bitsy? OMG! That’s just CUTE!

Mike is still steamed at me for letting Ethan name the dog Alexander Hamilton. He was studying history and had just gotten back from a trip back east with my mom… SHEEESH! Besides, he goes by Zander anyway. I notice Mike doesn’t get ticked when I call Zander, “Zandy.” I think that’s cute… it’s like Andy with a “Z” which makes me think of Funny Farm with Chevy Chase. I love that movie.

Categories: Family Antics, People I Love, Silly Rants, Stupid Husband Tricks, and Pets!

May 9, 2008

One Lucky Worm

I brought a fresh bunch of mint and rosemary into the kitchen, rinsed it well, and plopped it into a vase on my desk. It smells heavenly and is so nice to look at since I’m stuck in my little corner here all day. The next day I noticed something moving on the leaves. It’s a super, tiny caterpillar. For a second or two I actually thought about taking it out and feeding it to one of the chicks. But, there was only one and I didn’t want to look like I was favoring anybody and besides, I don’t think I could take any creature off to be eaten by another creature.

We’re down to three now. From six to three. Two died and one Zander played with just a little too hard. Those little things are fragile! Anyway, just to make it clear - Zander did NOT attack the chickie, it was hopping around his nose and they were playing and he just… sort of… uh… well, never mind. But, it was an accident!

After all, he used to be best friends with a rooster.

We still have a black and yellow one. Kate named it Kodak. Which is fairly unisex, considering we still have no idea what sex they are yet. Still waiting for crowns and things to show up. They are awfully cute. Like fat tennis balls with legs and wings!

So, I’m putting on a sunny face. Sunday is Mother’s Day (Happy Mother’s Day to you gals who are celebrating!) and after the week I’ve had… well, let’s just say my kids OWE me. BIG TIME. Not the little one, just the older two ingrates. Let’s just say that when they want to be stereotypical teenagers, they are really, really good at it.

This picture was taken just a couple of hours before the accident. That little gold chicken next to Kodak? That’s the one that got it. I still feel bad about it. It was Ethan’s favorite.

Categories: Bits and Pieces, Geeky Silly, Holidays, Mom Stuff

May 8, 2008

I’ll Have One Embedded!

I need to run around the house with a camera attached to my face or neck or something…

Maggie just ran into the kitchen, stuck her head up Mike’s shirt and slowly reached her little hands up…

and HONKED HIS MAN BOOBS.

And, come on, y’all KNOW the thing he has about his nipples.

:rotflmao:

Categories: Funny Stuff, Kids, People I Love, Stupid Husband Tricks, Things That Could Get Me Killed

May 7, 2008

Accentuate…

You’ve got to accentuate the positive
Eliminate the negative
Latch on to the affirmative
Don’t mess with Mister In-Between

You’ve got to spread joy up to the maximum
Bring gloom down to the minimum
Have faith or pandemonium
Liable to walk upon the scene

(To illustrate this last remark
Jonah in the whale, Noah in the ark
What did they do
Just when everything looked so dark)

Man, they said we better
Accentuate the positive
Eliminate the negative
Latch on to the affirmative
Don’t mess with Mister In-Between
No, do not mess with Mister In-Between
Do you hear me, hmm?

(Oh, listen to me children and-a you will hear
About the elininatin’ of the negative
And the accent on the positive)
And gather ’round me children if you’re willin’
And sit tight while I start reviewin’
The attitude of doin’ right

(You’ve gotta accentuate the positive
Eliminate the negative
Latch on to the affirmative
Don’t mess with Mister In-Between)

You’ve got to spread joy (up to the maximum)
Bring gloom (down) down to the minimum
Otherwise (otherwise) pandemonium
Liable to walk upon the scene

To illustrate (well illustrate) my last remark (you got the floor)
Jonah in the whale, Noah in the ark
What did they say (what did they say)
Say when everything looked so dark

Man, they said we better
Accentuate the positive
Eliminate the negative
Latch on to the affirmative
Don’t mess with Mister In-Between
No! Don’t mess with Mister In-Between

Music and Lyrics: Johnny Mercer / Harold Arlen
Performed by Bing Crosby and the Andrew Sisters

froggy

Categories: Captured for Posterity, Life Happens..., Observations, Personally, With Music

May 6, 2008

$&%*##$&% RoadRunner!

FYI

My email is down. I can receive but I can’t send. So, if you’ve emailed me and I’m not responding. That would be why. Sorry!

Categories: Blogging

May 5, 2008

Still In Shock

OMG.

I was alone… in my own house… alllllll weekend. Well, except for Mike. He was there too…

Is it hot in here? It feels a little warm to me… hmmmm

Annyyyyway, I spent the weekend remembering what it was like to…

nevermind.

I have to admit, kids came tumbling into the house yesterday afternoon and I was almost glad to see them. Almost. It occurred to me today that I have officially been a mother longer than I uh, wasn’t a mother. Strange. That just feels strange.

Change subject… anyway, the point is that I shut down the computer, stayed away from the telephone (sort of, but let’s not count drunk dialing, shall we?) and actually just hung out with my husband like a normal human being. As opposed to the parental/maternal/wife/business partner/hybrid thing that I usually am. Know what I mean?

If only you could actually feel the tension in my shoulders pre-weekend and post-weekend only then could you begin to understand how much I needed this weekend. This was our first weekend alone in two years.

TWO YEARS.

As I’m writing this it looks as if I’ve got about 3 hours of weekend left. I think I’ll just enjoy it.

BTW… the Hornitos tequila? Quite good.

Beer from El Salvador? Also quite good.

See ya tomorrow!

Categories: Life Happens..., Love and Marriage, Mom Stuff, My Humiliation For Your Pleasure

May 2, 2008

Not much else to say…

Anniversaries come up and you immediately remember the wedding. The cake, the dress, the guests, the flashbulbs that caused the worst migraine ever encountered on a wedding night. Ten years later and somehow it doesn’t feel right to just think about the wedding. After ten years, it ought to be about a lot more than that. I mean, sure, Mike and I have been together a lot longer than that, but once you get married it’s just strange counting two anniversaries.

Ten years later, you’ve built a life and a family. Ten years later those things you might never have done the first year… you do without a second thought. It’s about the ups and downs the getting through and the times when you didn’t make it but somehow, always ended up together and it was just right.

The year we were married Mike was one of a very few guys at an oil company that didn’t get laid off. We didn’t know if we would be able to get married. We weathered the storm, Mike kept his job, we had a very romantic wedding, and a lovely honeymoon.

Fitting that all these years later we’ve seen highs and lows back to highs again and now, another low period. Life is getting in the way. So, no romantic weekend trip to Monterey, no romantic dinner out. Just a cozy, romantic evening on the deck listening to Maggie bang on the bedroom door because Ethan and Katie are “being mean” and wanting to wring both of their (Ethan and Katie) necks for not understanding that their parents would love just an hour or so of peace and quiet. Fitting that what life has become will surround and fill an evening meant to celebrate what started that life.

At least, that’s what I’m telling myself, to do otherwise… would not be prudent.

Categories: Holidays, Kids, Love and Marriage, Memories, Mom Stuff, My Humiliation For Your Pleasure, People I Love, Serious

May 1, 2008

Warning! Soup Thieves!

Ahhhh. Here it is, another shining example of what an awesome mother I am.

As you must know, since obviously you come here so often, I have a 4 year old. Margaret. I’ve often said that I thought parenting was a tough job until I met Maggie. Now, I know that it isn’t parenting that is so hard, it’s being the best friend to a 4 year old. Ahem, yes, I do know I am her best friend, she tells me. Often.

Being the best friend to a four year old has certain (let’s be positive!) perks. I do get a decent bite of some pretty good PB&J sandwiches, I don’t feel so juvenile sharing an ice cream from the ice cream man, and every night is a slumber party.

Wait.

That last part? Not so much of a perk. Do you know what it’s like to wake up with a 4 year old’s toe in your nose? On my husband’s part, getting a solid, regular crotch punch (not supplied by your wife) every time Maggie has a nightmare about Liza stealing her beanie babies.

That last bit? Not an exaggeration. Take the other night, I was startled awake by a voice screaming in my ear, “That’s MY HORSIE! NO NO! That’s MINE!!!!”

Naturally, I’ve tried to get her to sleep in her own room. The other day she asked me how I grew up. I told her that I slept in my own bed every night. She looked like she didn’t quite buy it. This morning I realized that she listened, heard it, and decided to turn my own tactics against me.

“Mommy!!! The soup is ALLLLLLLL gone!!!!” She announced this morning.

Now, I should have prefaced that by explaining that Margaret currently has an obsession with soup. She loves chicken noodle. Unfortunately, she will only eat that “gourmet” soup… no chicken and stars for that kid. Strictly Progresso. :rolleyes:

Maggie will eat it for breakfast, lunch, dinner and then request it around 10pm for a snack. Why is she up at 10pm? That’s the kid’s schedule and really, I thank my lucky stars she sleeps straight through the night… basically.

So back to the soup being gone… we were out. She ate it all. But, Maggie had another agenda. One that in my current UN-caffeinated state I was completely oblivious to. That’s when she pounced.

“I sleeped in my OWN room… in MY bed… and all my soup disappeared!!!!!!”

“Oh really?” I asked.

“Yup. I have to sleep in mommy’s bed so I can have soup.”

:help:

Categories: Funny Stuff, Kids, Mom Stuff, My Humiliation For Your Pleasure, People I Love

April 30, 2008

You Didn’t Even Have To Ask

- Sometimes I wish I could admit that I am using all of my powers for good instead of using them to wring someone’s neck until their eyeballs pop out while screaming, “SHUT THE FUCK UP, JUST SHUT UP!!! PLEASE!” I wish I could admit it because I think the fact that I don’t do it should be appreciated.

- Want to know what I hate about being a grown up? Not only does no one notice that I am out of clean underwear, nobody gives a shit either. Let someone else run out of clean underwear and I’m #1 on their contact list.

- No good deed goes unpunished.

- Kate is watching “Grease” in the other room… and I am singing along to every word in my head. I think I have every bit of that movie memorized.

- The weather has cooled off and I like that… my ass doesn’t sweat when sitting on this chair. I absolutely hate to sweat. Seriously. HATE. Like… ‘if hate were people, I’d be China!’ kind of hate.

- Just because I happen to be in the office at 9pm does not mean I am working. It just happens to mean that my work computer is also my personal computer and maybe I’d like to do something at it that doesn’t have anything to do with work. In short, it’s not an invitation for you to start asking me work/business related questions.

- Sierra Nevada Summerfest Lager is good.

- Not sure about Hornitos Tequila, but as soon as I am done writing this pathetic excuse for a post, I plan to find out.

Categories: Beer, Bits and Pieces

April 29, 2008

Tara Reid?

Please tell me that Tara Reid didn’t start out like this:

mommy\'s little girl!

mom, amy\'s musings, mom stuff, maggie

Categories: Captured for Posterity, Funny Stuff, Kids, Mom Stuff, My Humiliation For Your Pleasure, People I Love, Things That Could Get Me Killed

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