31
Jan

Meet Adam


Adam, The Lavender Plant

This is Adam, isn’t he beautiful? He has a lovely little terracotta pot and a gorgeous olive toned Todd Oldham grosgrain ribbon.

He’s a wonderful, little friend. I always know what he’s up to or what he’s doing, he’s very like that. He’s loyal, he’s quiet, but he’s quiet in that really supportive kind of way, and he smells sooooooo good. I think I love him. :heartbeat:

*In case anyone is wondering, this was my birthday present from Mr. Avitable, who only exhibits maybe one or two of little Adam’s wonderful qualities. As I have never been in the same room with Mr. Avitable, I have no idea how he might smell, but I always imagine him smelling like fresh baked cookies not lavender.

Amy's Musings Tales From An Anti-Soccer Mom  
January 31st, 2008

No, no, no! Not those kind of brownies. Geez.

Ethan is making brownies. Why he has decided to start baking knowing that I am on a low-carb diet is absolutely beyond me.

Hey… wait a second. You don’t think? Naaaah. Not Ethan. He wouldn’t dare torture me that way. Would he?

That little bastard.

Maggie is sitting in front of the oven and without taking her eyes off the pan keeps yelling, “Is the chocolate cooked yet? Is the chocolate DONE?!?!?!!?”

“Awww, come on, Ethip… Ethip, chocolate is gooooooood. It’s really, really gooood. Is the chocolate done yet?”

Somehow, I believe, my intense love, nay, intense passion for chocolate has resulted in a child who is abnormally obsessed with it.

I don’t know whether to be frightened or really, really proud.

I’m going with proud.

But, if she kills Ethan for the brownies, I’m going with frightened. Really, really frightened.

Amy's Musings Tales From An Anti-Soccer Mom  
January 30th, 2008

Spent the better part of yesterday afternoon in the exam room… waiting. All the typical jokes apply here. Blah blah… yadda yadda yadda. The good news is that I can continue to obtain refills without hassle for another year. Whoopee!
Amy Annual Visit

Every year for some reason my doctor has to ask about my previous doctor (an Gynecologist) who referred me to her. She always asks if I have seen him and every year I explain that I have not seen him since I found out that I was pregnant with Maggie who is now 4 years old.

This time I said, “Actually, the last time I saw Dr._________ was when he told me that what he was feeling was probably a fibroid tumor and for me not to get my hopes up. The fibroid tumor turned out to be my 4 year old. Not that there aren’t some days when I wish she was a fibroid tumor.”

And, she sort of got a funny look on her face.

My favorite, favorite part is when she asked me about unusual stress, etc. I explained to her that we have our own business and that business relies on clients and the real estate market. Given the current condition of both… it’s safe to say I might be under an unusual amount of stress. Then there’s having 3 kids, one of which is a teenager who wants his license, and at the extreme other end is a very creative 4 year old. Add to that the fact that I work with my husband and that he’s technically my boss and I think you have the ingredients for the finest hand basket headed straight to hell.

Do you know what she asked me then? After I had explained all of the above to her?

“Ok, so having any suicidal, homicidal thoughts or issues with substance abuse?”

I’ll give you a moment to recover…

I wanted to say, “Husband, 3 kids, business, real estate, work FOR husband… it’s safe to say that all three of those things have sounded like a good course of action at some point.”

Instead I said, “No, no. I don’t have suicidal thoughts, as a general rule death scares me to, uh… well, death and the only thing that scares me more than that is the thought of leaving my kids. So, no I wouldn’t say that suicide is ever something I think about it. But, that isn’t to say that there aren’t days when I look around and wonder why I’m here.”

Then she asked me if the current dosage was controlling it “most of the time” except for that “one week” of the month.

“Does it (the current dosage) control things most of the time except for that one week a month? I don’t think so… no. But, then I have to wonder, maybe this IS normal for me, maybe I am some kind of freaky hypochondriac or something. Perhaps I how I feel and this constant “blah” feeling is as good as it gets for me.”

And so, here’s to me having my meds doubled. Woo hoo!

Mike was waiting outside for me and he said that an ambulance had pulled up and that the paramedics had gone into the office (where I was). To the best of his knowledge he thought I was the only patient back there. You can imagine his relief when they wheeled out some older gentleman.

In retrospect, perhaps this is why I felt like I got the brush off during my appointment. It can’t be good for business to have your patients carted out in an ambulance.

To everyone who stopped by and wished me a Happy Birthday - Thank you, very much. I know I have really sucked at responding to comments lately, but I’m going to make a solid attempt at doing that and a lot of other things better. Go me!

Amy's Musings Tales From An Anti-Soccer Mom  
January 29th, 2008
28
Jan

Monday Monday

No, I’m not dead… I’m just posting horrifically late.

Birthday weekends are pretty cool. We went out to dinner on Saturday and had family over to play games and hang out yesterday. Which of course, caused me to miss Miss Britt’s debut on Mr. Fab’s radio show. I feel horrible about that, I really do. Sorry Britt!!!!

I had an awesome weekend. Relaxed a lot, got a little tipsy last night… and the most awful thing on my agenda for today is a doctor’s appoint.

One of those appointments… the annual kind.

The sort of appointment where you go in because you just want to make sure that you will continue to have refills on your medication and in return for said refill authorization they probe you with very cold and uncomfortable metal thingies.

Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy.

Perhaps I’ll take pictures again… or maybe I’ll call Britt while I am sitting on an exam table hoping my ass doesn’t sweat from nervousness and shred the paper cover.

Amy's Musings Tales From An Anti-Soccer Mom  
January 28th, 2008

Dedicated to none other than Adam Avitable. If you know him at all and you watch this video - you will see why it reminds me of him.

And, since I usually don’t post on Saturdays… I just want to say, “Happy Birthday, Avi” - you rock my socks, gorilla hair and all, baby! - Now, get your butt over there and wish the Big Man a very Happy Birthday


Happy Birthday Avitable

Amy's Musings Tales From An Anti-Soccer Mom  
January 25th, 2008

Before our regularly scheduled programming, I’d like to let you in on an evening with Maggie. Another evening with Maggie. I want you to get an idea of what happens when I don’t step in.

I heard Mike say this in the other room - use your imagination as to what was going on:

“Put that down! Put it ON the table… whaddya doin’ with it THAT FULL?!?!?! WHO DID THAT?!?!?!”

A few minutes later, I hear Ethan:

Maggie - PUT THAT DOWN!!!

To which Maggie responded,
“You… YOU GO SHUT UP ETHIP!!!! I not like you ANYmore!” (ANY is emphasized A LOT here)

The problem is that Maggie is like a wild animal. All of her senses are waiting at the ready for any flicker of light, any noise, any smell (especially if it smells like popcorn). So as she is yelling at Ethan, Katie casually walks into the room and picks up the cat, Liza, to take her to bed.

But, she wasn’t casual enough. Maggie has a keen sense for any form of subterfuge and she knew that something in her immediate vicinity was about to change. Maggie doesn’t like change. The universe is hers and hers alone. Thus the entire content thereof belongs to her as well.

Katie… that is MY CAT. Put her down… right now.”

Kate made the mistake of ignoring Maggie. Maggie will not be ignored. Especially when she is in THIS particular mood. The next sound is coming from the stairs. Maggie is shrieking, sobbing, and has flung herself, dramatically, on the stairs.

Liza… LIZAAAAAAAAA!!!” She sobbed, hysterically, sounding very much like Marlon Brando in Streetcar Named Desire… “STELLA” Only Maggie is yelling, “LIZA!!!!”

Liza is MY cat… MINE! You… YOU DON’T touch me… Katie!! You are FIRED!!!! FIRED!!!!”

Fired. See what I mean? FIRED! The kid thinks she is Donald Trump and we don’t even watch The Apprentice!!! I was fired 4 times before dinner the other night.

So, I finally stepped in and sent her to her room. I don’t know why everyone else over complicates it. :banghead:

————————————————————–
Lewis Black is my all-time favorite comedian. I love him. Enjoy!!!

Amy's Musings Tales From An Anti-Soccer Mom  
January 24th, 2008

You know, high school was bad enough the first time, I’m not sure why anyone would want to go back. But, it seems as if that is exactly what has happened in some circles. Have you seen some of the hate speech running around the internetz (using terms that the exceptionally deranged and moronic will understand here)? And, some of you are running around kissing ass to one particular hate-monger and you guys look like dorks trying to get into the popular clique at school.

Although, I’ll be honest and sincerely hope that this particular hate-monger and myself do not share a readership - although I suspect we do, and that’s fine too. Either way the shared percentage would have to be incredibly tiny since I have heard rumors that a certain blog seems to be dwindling in readership - and if that is the case, then this post might be closing the barn door after the cow has gotten out.

And, quite frankly, I also know that the people who see this for what it is probably don’t air that opinion because it would be doing what I am doing now - bringing more attention to it and some things are really better left in a deep dark hole.

As for others, shame on you for pretending to be adults. I would seriously have thought that the fact that these hate-mongers hide in anonymity would stand out as a glaring red flag! And they don’t maintain anonymity because they are afraid of what friends and family might read (but, OMG, if I were spreading this kind of garbage, I’d be ashamed of myself and want to be anonymous too) but because they are too weak and pathetic to actually stand up for their “beliefs” and back their opinions up.

And, I’m sorry if this comes as a shock to you but saying, “I just call ‘em as I see ‘em” is not, in fact, backing up your opinion. It’s a poor attempt at excusing poor behavior and absolute vile callousness.

People like this hide behind monitors and in caves and things… just pulling strings and causing problems just for the fun of it, and the fact that it has become acceptable socially, or at the very least not publicly disapproved of - says more about the human race than I care to think about.

Take a look around, the people that this hate-monger goes after the hardest are the people who actually put something on the line when they state a thought or opinion because they aren’t anonymous. Right now, anyone with even the slightest initiative could find me. My address, my phone number. No problem. But, at least there is a face, name, and factual information that stands behind every opinion I might have and elect to expose here on my blog with complete honesty and no anonymity.

What I want you people to really focus on - since you are soooo quick to jump sides and glorify the psychotically deranged - read comments that this person has left on OTHER blogs. Don’t just take the crazy rantings from posts. Seriously, m’kay? Show some initiative and inform yourself.

I know that without much effort you’ll find lies, inconsistencies, and outright malicious bullshit. Worse yet, you’ll find weak-minded sheeple running along behind and encouraging, complimenting, and worse yet the saddest comment of all, “I wish I were more like you.”

Dear God, say it ain’t so. Blech.

I don’t know about you, but quite frankly, I for one am completely against a man beating the shit out of his wife regardless of her level of faithfulness, violence is never an answer. But, there are some around here who think that is justified and that it is perfectly acceptable; this, my friends, is what is wrong with society. Well, partly anyway.

And, I don’t know about you, but just because someone has a drink once in a while and is happily (and faithfully married, which OMG is supposed to be a GOOD thing) does not make that person a “gutterslut” but it does make the small-minded person who said that a completely ignorant, dishonest individual with less integrity than a crack whore.

Then of course, I’m also not the kind of person who vilifies a person who elected to refrain from being anonymous and then uses his readership to actually help other people. Yup, I’d definitely label that person a sociopath, right about the same time I would label Habitat for Humanity volunteers as “stupid.” But, why should we be surprised that a hate-monger is more than happy to twist a good action into something nasty and wrong? What I am more surprised by is the (even though they are few) people who went out of their way to agree!

There is so much hatred and negativity in the world, know why that is? People like it, they LOVE it, they whack their monkeys off to it daily. But, it’s my birthday week and I am going to be optimistic… for a moment.

I believe that some of you are well-intentioned and just lack the forethought to actually investigate or REALLY read some of the crap that has been spread around our dear blogosphere. Do it… and you’ll see I’m right. You’ll see evidence of kicking people when they are down, lying, manipulation, causing problems where none existed before, simply starting shit JUST to start shit.

All I know is that each of us has a conscience and a mind, some of us choose to forgo the use of them, obviously, but for those of us who might just be “sleeping on the job” go read a few comments, investigate, and ask some questions. Don’t just blindly offer up accolades to a completely undeserving person. Especially when you can see that nothing beneficial or productive is coming from the callousness and outright nasty things that are being said.

I make it a point not to argue with crazy, at least once I realize how unstable the person I am dealing with is. But I do like to point out how stupid people are for listening to it and worse yet, agreeing. It seems that people will go out of their way to agree with the nastiness but no one wants to get their hands dirty to point out how nasty it actually is.

And, if we want to start tallying up moralistic views here - having a deep-seated/irrational loathing of “infidelity” does not mean you have morals or are a good person. The immoral acts completely outnumber the one, tiny, moral that this person actually has.

But, those of you who disagree are more than welcome to go cuddle up in your afghans and the bliss of ignorance that comes from allowing someone else to think for you and the burning desire to be liked and feel as if you belong to something. All I have to say to you is that your turn in the barrel is coming. Just ask people who would have sworn at one time that they were friends…

As for me, I gotta say, I don’t like posting things like this. I really don’t. Worse yet, it only stands to encourage the nasties from people and one person in particular is going to diddle herself to a bleeding, pulp just from the sheer joy that someone seemingly dedicated a post to her. That’s incredibly crass, but unfortunately true.

The sad thing is - crazy is as crazy does and in “crazy land” there is no such thing as bad publicity. When you look at the hurt that has been caused, the unnecessary attacks, the below the belt hits, the bully-type behavior, by God, someone, somewhere has to stand up and say that this type of behavior is unacceptable and disgusting. I guess since no one else is doing it - I will.

Amy's Musings Tales From An Anti-Soccer Mom  
January 23rd, 2008

This mothering thing has taken a schizophrenic turn for the worse, I’m afraid. I’m now dealing with typical teenage behavior: eye rolling, exasperated sighs, and copious amounts of “yes, Mother” with mother really sounding like it ought to have an exceptionally dirty word following it.

On the flip side I have the 4 year old whose ability to communicate is seemingly doubling by the day. Including, but not limited to: tattling, threats, and voicing various forms of displeasure with her current environment.

For example, she wanted Katie to play another video on YouTube.

“Katieeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! I want *whatever it was* NOW! NOW NOW!”

*insert me gritting my teeth at my child sounding every bit the spoiled brat*

Me, “Margaret, that is NOT the way we ask nicely for something. Now, ask Katie nicely.”

Kate, please turn on *insert video name*…” and then she paused to see if I was looking and hissed, quietly, but in a very menacing tone, “right…now.

Oh, and if that isn’t bad enough. The parrot Maggie got for her birthday? Some moron in this house has taught it to say, “Maggie is a ‘tard!”

Funny how that happened after I banned the words “tard” and “retard” from the house, isn’t it?

Sometimes I really don’t like any of my children.

Amy's Musings Tales From An Anti-Soccer Mom  
January 22nd, 2008

This Saturday is the birthday of two extraordinary bloggers. Myself and the one and only Avitable.

We share more than just a birthday. We share a love of chocolate, the hatred of 99.9% of things sports related, and a mutual adoration of Britt’s boobs. Although for COMPLETELY different reasons; I’d like to swap boobs with her and he just wants to motorboat them for two or three hours straight.

In honor of this very special gorilla-type person, I am requesting that anyone and everyone with a digital camera email Avitable and include a picture of your boobs - I’m SERIOUS. There is only ONE caveat to this request. You MUST cover the nipples in your picture with stars. Now, they can be those little nipple hide-y things that strippers use, they can be the special gold foil stars that teachers used to give out (we actually prefer those) or whatever, but, they have to include star covered nipples.

(Oh, and Chickie? Your boobs would be PERFECT for this project. No pressure… just sayin’ I’ve seen those HNT pics and uh… yeah, I’ve decided I’m envious of your rack as well.)

Now email your boobs, nipples, and stars to adam AT avitable DOT com

For what purpose might we be doing this? Hello? Birthday! Duh. Aside from that all I can say is that the man has a love for boobage. It’s not news. However, after some intense questioning I have discovered that the one thing his enormous collection of boob pics is lacking are star covered nipples. After discussing this with him, at length, and having a few drinks (several) I’ve decided to beg ask nicely that just for his birthday, we go the extra mile for him.

After all, while some have referred to him as a sociopath, I like to think of him as a really hairy, horny, teddy bear with a serious respect for all things with nipples. (Wait… maybe not ALL things with nipples. But… you know… the good stuff, with nipples. ) In short, Avitable is pretty much the opposite of a sociopath, probably more in the neighborhood of drunken gutterslut only minus the drinking and add on a double bacon cheeseburger and a large diet coke.

Now, get those pics in and be sure to include a big, fat HAPPY BIRTHDAY in that email.

Amy's Musings Tales From An Anti-Soccer Mom  
January 21st, 2008

Brazenly (blatantly? Over zealously? Wickedly? Naughtily? Is that a word?) stole this one from the notorious (infamous? Never mind.) Avitable.

Rarely do I hop on a meme, but this one was irresistible. Ok, it was irresistible after I clicked on the links below and saw what my answers would be. LOL

Let’s make a band:
1. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first article title is the name of your band.

2. http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last four words of the very last quote is the title of your album.

3. http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/
The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

Now take your pic, add the band name and title to it, then post it.

Mine is below (click to make it bigger!):

Amy's Musings - Meme SnowPark The Secret of Contentment

Have a great weekend!!!!

Amy's Musings Tales From An Anti-Soccer Mom  
Posted in: Memes
January 18th, 2008