Saturday, April 29, 2006
I feel like posting and Maree' is standing here next to me, so she's giving me info to type. We were upstairs almost finished reading bedtime stories when Tom finally came home, and disrupted everything. "Let's order pizza!" (he just got paid and was very hungry). So now the only child sleeping is the baby. So...................................................
Maree' says that people call her May-May and Mars and "EE". She wants to marry Jesse MCcartney cause he has better hair than Aaron Carter. She has a boyfriend in real life too, his name is Anthony. Her mother lists her occupation as MILF on her myspace page. LOLROTF! If you don't know what that means, don't ask me cause I prob. won't tell you then anyway. I find that hysterical.
(If asked) I would advise her to remember to bring her clothes when staying for the weekend. But that's just me.
One day, all the children will get together and destroy me and my evil videocamera. My only defense is that they perform voluntarily.
Friday, April 28, 2006
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Oh! I just remembered-on my 25th birthday this guy told me I have eyebrows like Brooke Sheilds. I'm not kidding. I told him my mother would be so happy cause she's the only one who's ever commented on my eyebrows! Who looks at eyebrows, you know?
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
So if I Do a tupperware party, does that officially make me OLD! I think the answer is yes.
I'm not familiar with pampered chef-I pretty much need indestructable stuff here. My kids are hard on everything.
I do have a fond tupperware party memory though.
I think we were at Violet's house. I don't remember Laura being there, although where else would she have been? So I probably just blocked the presence of my annoying little sister. The kids were outside, no adult supervision, it was a different world then. Me and this boy had an enormous amount of fun taking turns hiding his GI Joe action figures and the other person would have to find them. We didn't have to be bored inside the tupperware party and could run around. What fun! Until one of us hid them in a thick bush and even working together we could never find them. He had to leave without those poor GI Joe dolls. I mean, action figures.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Monday, April 24, 2006
From Will Wheaton (the actor)’s blog:
the los angeles flatheads
Two tickets from TicketBastard: $52
Four Dodger Dogs, two sodas: $27
Crushing heads with my stepson: Priceless
Watching the Los Angeles Dodgers of Los Angeles blow a one-run lead in the 8th to lose to the Cubs: Sadly predictable.
I met her in a club down in old soho
Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry-cola [lp version:Coca-cola]C-o-l-a cola
She walked up to me and she asked me to danceI asked her her name and in a dark brown voice she said lolaL-o-l-a lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola
Well I’m not the world’s most physical guy
But when she squeezed me tight she nearly broke my spine
Oh my lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola
Well I’m not dumb but I can’t understand
Why she walked like a woman and talked like a man
Oh my lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola
Well we drank champagne and danced all night
Under electric candlelight
She picked me up and sat me on her knee
And said dear boy won’t you come home with me
Well I’m not the world’s most passionate guy
But when I looked in her eyes well I almost fell for my lolaLo-lo-lo-lo lola lo-lo-lo-lo lolaLola lo-lo-lo-lo lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola
I pushed her away
I walked to the door
I fell to the floor
I got down on my knees
Then I looked at her and she at me
Well that’s the way that I want it to stayAnd I always want it to be that way for my lolaLo-lo-lo-lo lola
Girls will be boys and boys will be girls
It’s a mixed up muddled up shook up world except for lolaLo-lo-lo-lo lola
Well I left home just a week before
And I’d never ever kissed a woman before
But lola smiled and took me by the hand
And said dear boy I’m gonna make you a man
Well I’m not the world’s most masculine man
But I know what I am and I’m glad I’m a man
And so is lola
Lo-lo-lo-lo lola lo-lo-lo-lo lolaLola lo-lo-lo-lo lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola
For her solution…… http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/5113550/
It’s an excerpt from a book on marriage (female perspective).
Ok, can you guess who this word from word-a-day reminds me of?
Oniomania is another word for the urge to shop till you drop, habit of thedebit, thrill of the bill. According to a pearl of ancient wisdom, we don't acquire things, things acquire us. In the case of oniomaniacs, it is perhapsthe fun of acquiring things that acquires them. Imelda Marcos of the Philippines could be one prime example of this category, known as shopaholics, though she could be better known as a shoeaholic.This week we'll look at five uncommon words with common suffixes and prefixes.
oniomania (O-nee-uh-MAY-nee-uh, -MAYN-yuh) noun Compulsive shopping; excessive, uncontrollable desire to buy things.[From Latin, from Greek xnios (for sale), from onos (price) + -mania.]-Anu Garg (gargATwordsmith.org)
"Like other compulsive disorders, scientists are working on a cure for oniomania. And according to a report in HealthScout, it could be just around the corner. At Stanford University, researchers are testing a drug to treat a shopaholic's desire to spend." Phenomena; Ottawa Citizen (Canada); Nov 25, 2000.
Sunday, April 23, 2006
Went to a party Saturday afternoon. Here's the birthday boy-My friend's son is already two years old. He and Justin kept giving each other the biggest hugs-until the cameras were pointed! It was really cute to see though. He has the most adorable blond curly hair I've ever seen!
It seems like I just went to her baby shower. The one she had to miss because she was in the hospital with the baby she had in the night/morning! (Her extremely embarrassed husband had to open all the presents). And I was hugely pregnant at the time. Waiting out the two more months until it was my turn! Congratulations!
The website of a girl who died. She was born within a month of Leanna, and is gone already. Her foundation is trying to make manufacterers give free anchors and safety stuff along with warnings when you buy furniture. Pass it on to other parents.
Saturday, April 22, 2006
In my defense, because we had somewhere to go I purposely didn't "get dressed" though, because invariably, I'd end up with one or more body liquids on my clothes, several dirty hand substances, and lord knows what else!
(at least I wasn't wearing these: the horror that is (are?) MOM JEANS. ).
Apparently my kids have a special relationship with the vacuum cleaner. I don't know what about it inspires such feelings. Leanna's always been afraid of it-for a brief period she was ok with it, but then her Daddy started chasing her with it and the fear returned. And hasn't gone away yet. I've tried explain that she's way too big to fit in there, but it doesn't matter. Justin's always been fascinated with it. I remember one time my Mom was vacuuming our living room and Justin was old enough to walk around, so he followed her right behind as she vacuumed, just watching. Yesterday I was changing his diaper and he didn't want me to. I swear I am not making this up. He actually turned to the vacuum, which was right next to him, and said, "vacuum. Help." He wanted the vacuum to help him! LOL!
Today Leanna took a blanket and draped it over the vacuum. Then she asked Justin, "Ok Justin, where do you want to go? To Wawa's for chocolate milk? Ok!" So now the vacuum functions as a car too. I love that I have such creative kids!
Edit: When I was telling my sister about Justin and the vacuum I commented that his, "vacuum. Help. " reminded me of how a superhero sometimes calls on their super power to help them. Like spiderman pointing his arm and saying, Web! and a spiderweb shoots out. Or Inspector Gadget saying, Go go gadget arms! Justin already has his superhero name, he's Justinvinceable! Ah, a boy and his vacuum!
Friday, April 21, 2006
Thursday, April 20, 2006
The very first thing I would do is pay off all our debt-student loans, credit cards, medical bills, anything I had a place to pay off, I would. We’d be completely in the clear, nothing hanging over our heads anymore. That would feel so good. The closest I’ve come to that is when I paid off my car. I practically skipped to the mailbox to put in the last payment. That was a really nice feeling.
Motherhood is just magic sometimes......I don't have to do anything but be me, and all the bad feelings go away. That's a powerful magic.
Although I should add that I think it's much more complex than just women having vanity issues. It seems that people no longer make enough money for a grandmother to be able to afford to go live with or even help her children on a regular basis. This is not a personal fault, it has more to do with society.
Where Have All the Grandmas Gone?
by Katie Allison Granju
A good friend of mine is going through a tough time at the moment. She is eight months pregnant with her second baby and hasn't felt that great since the first trimester. In addition to her pregnancy, she is being kept frantically busy caring for her three-year-old daughter, who has been suffering from a nasty infection in her spine for the past eight weeks. Early in the illness, her little girl was hospitalized, but now her daughter is at home -- in a back brace and on a semi-permanent IV drip inserted into her upper arm. My friend has been trained by the home-healthcare nurses from Children's Hospital to handle her toddler's medical needs, which involve getting up around the clock to check the IV drip and adjust the back brace. Her husband is very supportive and helps all that he can, but he has to be at work more than 40 hours per week so that the bills stay paid until his daughter has recovered and his exhausted wife gives birth.
Not so many years ago, a situation like this would have had "Grandma comes to help out" written all over it. But not today. My friend has relied heavily on the generous love and support that she has received from her pals and neighbors, but has been decidedly underwhelmed by the reaction of her own mother and mother-in-law, each of whom has been minimally helpful at best. Each grandmother lives within a few hours of my friend's front door, and each of them undoubtedly loves her three-year-old granddaughter, but the idea that they might move into the guestroom for the duration in order to do traditionally grandmotherly (and undoubtedly none-too-exciting) things like knit baby booties, prepare meals, answer the phone, and do laundry seems not to have occurred to them. There have been a few two-day visits and cards and gifts sent sporadically via mail, but there have also been many days at a time when my friend doesn't hear from either of these women at all. As disappointed as she is, she knows that grandmothering just isn't what it used to be.
For one thing, each of these particular grandmothers is divorced from the man with whom she shares her granddaughter's genes (although neither of them by choice). One of them has been divorced for thirty years and the other, for less than one year. And one of them, at age 56 (definitely only middle age in this era of botox, estrogen replacement, and tae-bo), is just now hitting her peak years in a demanding career. One grandmother stays very busy caring for her invalid second husband and the other is busily enjoying the dating scene after suffering through 30 years of an unhappy first marriage and a cheating spouse. (This grandma also takes fly-fishing lessons and likes to do amateur road-racing competitions in the red sports car she insisted that her ex-husband buy for her before she would sign off on their divorce.) One is a blonde, and one is a brunette. Neither of them can knit, but both of them see therapists, get massages, and like to travel. In other words, these are not your mother's grandmothers.
While it's clearly a great improvement in our culture to see older women exercising, working, continuing to learn and grow, and defying stereotypes, there is a downside as well. Grandmotherhood has become a cultural liability. While older women were once accorded a measure of community respect and instant gravitas by virtue of their years and experience, today's post-menopausal women are seemingly no longer allowed to age at all. Today's fifty-plus role models for women include Goldie Hawn, Lauren Hutton, Cybill Shepherd, and Susan Sarandon, women who clearly don't look like they spend much time baking cookies for grandchildren.
There was a time when a man who would abandon his 55-year-old wife of 30 years for his 25-year-old secretary was the recipient of community scorn and disapproval. Today, however, divorce has become so normalized that men no longer fear that stigma. As a result, older women have gotten the message that they better not get any wrinkles or let their hair go gray or they might just end up in the infamous First Wives Club. The "grandmother" label -- with all its associated baggage -- is no longer one that many older women want to carry.
Sadly, this represents a loss for our entire culture. Older women who should be able to "let down their hair" during the grandmothering years and enjoy the fruits of a lifetime of hard work and family-building are frightened into a constant and often desperate vigilance lest their true age become obvious. Communities are deprived of the unique nurturing skills and wisdom traditionally offered by female elders. And mothers in a pickle, like my friend, are left without anyone to rock their babies to sleep with a practiced hand and the lullabies passed down through generations.
This essay originally appeared in Metro Pulse in 2002.
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Did anyone have as big an adventure today as we did?
We were out walking and suddenly we turned into dolphins, except for Leanna, who turned into a dolphin/mermaid. All the houses and cars were underwater and we had to swim through it. Lukily we were all good swimmers.
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
I finished Leanna's apron! It took all afternoon and numerous stop and starts(to attend to Justin and Timothy) but it's done! Yay! Far from perfect, but unless you look closely, you can't really tell. The material has little red hearts on it(we picked it out a few months ago).
WIC INCOME GUIDELINES:
Family size: 1
Monday, April 17, 2006
We woke up, checked out Easter baskets, then went to Grammy's for (the first ever)Easter Breakfast. Then just kind of hung around a while, and ran around outside. That served two purposes, to burn off their energy, and to allow for prettier easter pictures.
It was so beautiful outside, they didn't want to go back inside again.
Leanna was waiting and waiting for Daddy to wake up! (If you look, you can see daddy's head under the blanket next to Justin). Sometimes, if he's completely covered by the blanket, you can't even tell there's a person in the bed!
You can see the bunny's tracks on the floor, going out the door. Leanna was way more excited to see the bunny's tracks than she was to get candy or presents. I had to keep reassuring her the night before that I would leave a note for the Easter Bunny telling him not to clean up his tracks(like he does at Grammy and Nanny Sue's house!)
In work by various labs in the United States, the Netherlands and Australia (reported by Toronto's Globe and Mail in March), meat was grown in test tubes, and such dishes may yet be a staple in progressive kitchens. "Before bed, throw starter cells and a package of growth medium into the (coffee maker-sized) meat maker and wake up to harvest-fresh sausage for breakfast," wrote the Globe and Mail. Engineered meat would taste like beef or pork, but could be created to be as healthful as salmon. One private group told researchers it was interested in growing human meat, but funding for any of the work will be difficult, said a Medical University of South Carolina scientist. [Globe and Mail, 3-27-06]