Thursday, July 21, 2011
Road Trip
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Summer Fun
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Camping
Sunday, July 17, 2011
World Cup - AUGGHHGHGHH!!!
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Pool Day!
Friday, July 15, 2011
A Week Off!
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Knitting Is A-knoyying
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Monday, July 11, 2011
A Day Off!!
Sunday, July 10, 2011
We Are Family!
Saturday, July 9, 2011
bachelorette fun!
Friday, July 8, 2011
Bachelorette Party WOOT
Thursday, July 7, 2011
OW!! My Shoulder!!
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Basketball Hoop Is Up!
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
It's My Special Day!
Monday, July 4, 2011
Lemonade Fun!
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Need Coffee
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Busy Weekend - Day 1
Friday, July 1, 2011
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Halfway Done!
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
YiaTube
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Soccer Party!
Monday, June 27, 2011
Busy!
Sunday, June 26, 2011
One Lemonade, Coming Right Up!
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Ahhhhh... A Clean House!
Friday, June 24, 2011
House Cleaning.... Ugh
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Cox Family European Vacation
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Crickets!
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
OH NO!!!!
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Saturday, June 18, 2011
American Girl Fun!
Friday, June 17, 2011
Should We Be Camping Out?
Thursday, June 16, 2011
School's Out!
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Travel Soccer!
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Better Late Than Never!
Monday, June 13, 2011
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Game Over For The Pumas....
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Great Soccer News!
Friday, June 10, 2011
Oh No! I'm A Fish Killer!
Thursday, June 9, 2011
A New Record!!
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
100 Degrees Is Not A Good Temperature For Soccer
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Three Days Left!
Monday, June 6, 2011
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Open Salon!
Saturday, June 4, 2011
One Science Fair, Two Soccer Games, One Community Festival...
Friday, June 3, 2011
Whirlwind Weekend Is Kicking Off!
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Busy Weekend Ahead!
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
The Pool Is Awesome
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
How Can Tomorrow Be June?
Monday, May 30, 2011
Open Salon Post For Memorial Day
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Zzzzzzzzzzz
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Working on Saturday Night... UGH
Friday, May 27, 2011
3-Day Weekend... THANK GOD
Thursday, May 26, 2011
OS Post
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Fiction Wednesday on Open Salon
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
AOL Military Support Group Article
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Memorial Day is just a few short days away, and most of us here in America are looking forward to barbeques, hitting the neighborhood pool and, of course, a vacation day. We all know what Memorial Day is really about, but it's easy for many of us to feel somewhat removed from the reality of the brave service men and women who have made the ultimate sacrifice for our country. Take a moment and try to imagine how it would feel if someone you loved was killed while on active military duty - and it took almost 40 years for this person to be brought home and properly laid to rest. This is the story of AOLer Shannon Plaster, whose father Chief Warrant Officer Donald L. Wann was killed in Vietnam on June 1, 1971 and was finally buried with full military honors at Fort Gibson National Cemetery, Oklahoma on August 21, 2010.
Donald Lynn Wann was born on May 31, 1937 in Kosoma, Oklahoma. He started out as a photographer for the Navy but switched over to the Army so he could fly helicopters. Frequently described as fearless, he was awarded the Silver Star as well as the Distinguished Flying Cross for various heroic acts. On June 1, 1971, CW2 Wann and LT Paul Magers were shot down over a mountain while flying a Cobra helicopter in Quang Tri Province, Vietnam. CW2 Wann had turned 34 years old the previous day. According to an official military account, “CW2 Wann started his rocket pass at about 1500 feet above the ground, and at about 40 feet, before commencing fire, the aircraft was hit by anti-aircraft fire. It was hit repeatedly in the underside and tail section of the aircraft...As the aircraft fell in a spiral pattern, 6 calls were made to CW2 Wann on both FM and UHF radio. None of the calls was answered. The aircraft crashed, burned, exploded (cooked off) and slid down a steep hill some 100 feet, before the ammunition on board started tearing apart what was left of the aircraft. All witnesses stated that the crash was non-survivable.” It was not possible for anyone to search for the downed aircraft at the time due to ongoing combat in the area, so Wann and Magers were officially listed as MIA.
AOLer Shannon Plaster, Wann's eldest daughter, was only 10 years old when soldiers arrived at her family's doorstep to inform her mother, Ruth, that her husband was missing. “I was sitting on the couch watching TV,” said Plaster. “Someone knocked on the door. When Mom answered the door and saw them in their dress blues, she just started bawling. They didn’t have to say anything. When military people come to your house in dress blues, you know something has happened.” As Plaster grew up, she felt that she had to find out the truth about her father and the events that had taken place on that mountain in Vietnam. As CW2 Wann would say, "I CAN'T is NOT in my vocabulary." It wasn't in Plaster's vocabulary either.
In 1990, Plaster sent a letter to the Pentagon asking whether her father was alive or dead. A Lieutenant Colonel called her from the Pentagon and indicated that CW2 Wann's case was still open and being investigated by the Joint POW/MIA Accounting Command (JPAC). In 1993, the JPAC located the helicopter crash site, but the search for CW2 Wann and LT Magers was called off several years later after a JPAC aircraft went down in the same area, killing everyone on board. Then, in 2005, Plaster learned that the search had resumed due to an unbelievable piece of information: a Vietnamese soldier named Pham Thiet Hung who came forward, indicating that he had buried an aviator's body in the forest the day after the 1971 crash. In 2008, Vietnamese and American forces located the crash site with Hung's help. Using dental records and DNA evidence, the JPAC positively identified the two bodies recovered from the scene as CW2 Don Wann and LT Paul Magers.
In August 2010, Plaster flew to Hawaii to bring her father's remains back home for burial at Fort Gibson National Cemetery in Fort Gibson, Oklahoma. On August 21, 2010, the Oklahoma National Guard conducted a burial ceremony with full military honors, including a Black Hawk flyover and a rifle salute. Hundreds of veterans on motorcycles and flag-waving residents filled the streets, and attendees praised Plaster for her efforts in bringing her father back to America. You can view a slide show of the ceremony here (link to http://muskogeephoenix.com/archive/x865118082). Today, Plaster's outreach efforts haven't stopped just because her father has finally been recovered. She is a coordinator for the National League of POW/MIA Families, an organization that seeks to "obtain the release of all prisoners, the fullest possible accounting for the missing and repatriation of all recoverable remains of those who died serving our nation during the Vietnam War in Southeast Asia." Thank you, Shannon, for everything that you have done and continue to do on behalf of our missing veterans. You make AOL proud.
HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY.
-----AOL Military Support Group
Note: Some information was pulled from the Muskogee Phoenix/byline Kirk Kramer
Monday, May 23, 2011
Open Salon Is Annoying
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Brain Farts
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Farmers' Tan From Hell
Friday, May 20, 2011
My Last Post?
Thursday, May 19, 2011
It's Official!
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
A 3-Hour PTA Meeting, Yippeeee!!
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Stage Mom
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Sleepover Hangover
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Sleepover!
Friday, May 13, 2011
Exciting Stuff!
Blogger Was Down! No, Really!
PS. Here is the "proof" of the Blogger outage I mentioned earlier. http://buzz.blogger.com/2011/05/blogger-is-back.html
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Nicole Is 11!!
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Well That Was a Long Day!
Monday, May 9, 2011
Bunnies!!!!
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Saturday, May 7, 2011
My Day Of Worship (LOL) Is Less Than 120 Minutes Away!
Friday, May 6, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Girly Sleepover!
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
In Need Of Inspiration
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Annoyed
Monday, May 2, 2011
Birthday Party.....
Sunday, May 1, 2011
I Wonder What Would Happen....
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Oops!
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Nothing To Talk About
Monday, April 25, 2011
Random Fever of Doom
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
Open Salon - Again!
Fiction Friday
Arguments on Open Salon
Apple, Desk, Rainbow
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Posted on Open Salon Again
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
TV!!!!!
Monday, April 18, 2011
Redbox Anxiety
Sunday, April 17, 2011
The Game Of Life - WTF??
After returning from our honeymoon almost 12 years ago, my new husband and I ventured out to Toys R Us to purchase some board games. We got Life, a chess/checkers combo set and some other game, maybe Monopoly. I guess we thought we were going to sit around playing board games together, potentially even participating in other cute, lovey-dovey newlywed-type adventures such as going on daytrips, decorating our new abode and cooking healthy meals as a pair!! However, we had apparently been spending too much time on another type of newlywed activity because there were most likely actually three of us in the Toys R Us that evening, if you catch my drift. Unaware of the situation at hand, we returned to our townhouse, cracked open the game of Life and played it. Little did we know that the real game of Life had something else up its sleeve. Maybe a couple of weeks later, I found myself venturing to Target in search of a different type of product, one that could detect trace levels of human chorionic gonadotropin in a woman's urine. Fast forward to our first anniversary - we had a three-month-old daughter and of course the board games were rapidly collecting dust in the closet in favor of more important pursuits, such as sleeping and maintaining an acceptable level of sanity.
Today, our first daughter is about to turn 11, and her younger sister is 8. Unfortunately, we haven't been very good about playing board games with our girls, and as such the game of Life has been in a near-constant state of hibernation since 1999. This afternoon, the 8 year old said she wanted to play it, so we hauled it out of the closet. I couldn't remember the rules at all, so I had to bust open the directions and refresh my memory. We distributed the money, put the little pegs in our little plastic cars, and off we went around the game board. I was delighted when C opted to attend "college" and announced that she wanted to be the banker for the game. I must be doing something right after all!
By this time, the almost-11-year-old, N, had returned from her friend's house and was watching us play. C went around the board quickly and ended up at the end of the path where the players "retire," but not before getting married, having a set of twins and purchasing a house complete with a homeowners' insurance policy. I realized I wasn't sure how to actually win the game, so I consulted the rules again. The last sentence of the rule pamphlet stated:
"The player with the highest dollar amount wins!"
REALLY?
For some reason, that totally pissed me off. Maybe I'm PMS-ing. I'm sure as hell not pregnant again, because I'm an Essure Woman. So in this game you can become independent, raise a family, and have a rewarding career, but you can only be the winner if you have the most money? What a crock! Apparently I had neglected to be annoyed by the objective of this game the last time I played it in 1999, maybe because my husband and I were too busy putting same-sex pegs into the front seats of the plastic cars and giggling like Beavis and Butthead. I felt like telling the kids that this game is jacked up, but I kept my mouth shut. I wanted to tell them that happiness is priceless and can't be obtained via money and "stuff." I wanted to tell them that the pompous douchebags retiring to "Millionaire Estates" could actually be soul-lacking shells of humanity rotting away in a pristine, gated community. I wanted to tell them that money is important, but that in the end, it probably doesn't help you "win" much of anything.
Fortunately for everyone involved, I never actually went off on this tirade. N and I played the game together after C and I finished our round, and we all had fun together, which is the most important thing. Now if you'll excuse me, N and C are upstairs trying to kill each other. The real game of LIFE is calling.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Family Fun
Friday, April 15, 2011
Lost My Post - Dang It!!
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Staff Basketball Was A Success!
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Treasurerly Duties
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Hurry, Spring Break!
Monday, April 11, 2011
zzzzzzzzz
Sunday, April 10, 2011
This Blog Entry Has Been Pre-Empted By Real Life
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Awesome Saturday
Friday, April 8, 2011
Mmmmmmm....Sleep......
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Top 10 Reasons To Comply With Furlough
10: Getting paid anyway
9: Spend more quality time at Happy Hour
8: Good excuse for credit companies
7: Don't have to fight rush-hour traffic
6: Nice weather
5: Don't have a "Get out of jail free" card
4: Beat the Christmas rush to the stores
3: Sick of ARA food service
2: Wanted to spend more time at home
1: Can't afford fine for going back to work
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Job Security Is Overrated
Monday, April 4, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Day Trip Tomorrow!
Saturday, April 2, 2011
ALL Parents Are Working Parents!
The other day I was reading this article about half-day vs. full-day kindergarten in my 'hood. Of course, the complete essence of an internet news piece cannot be fully derived without reading the accompanying feedback posted by individuals that are seemingly devoid of reading comprehension skills. So, I scrolled down to the comments section to take a peek. And there it was:
"While I am sure full-day kindergarten is a good idea in some respects, I don't think the children are short-changed in any way with half day. I wonder if this is more about convenience for working parents?"
Oh no she didn't!
Someone else decided to weigh in on the matter:
"I have to agree with you that full day kindergarten is probably more of a convenience for working parents. I am not a parent and don't speak for working parents, but I am dating one, so I see how his experiences are. It's better to put them in an all day school than worry about school AND finding a daycare that transports. That's my piece on the topic."
Really?
The article is supposed to be about the education of children, not about what the childrens' parents do for a living. Of course, people are all too ready to jump to meaningless conclusions about the "real" reasons behind various issues, although in this case I have to give these commenters credit for not using the term "Working Mothers," which really tans my hide. ALL mothers work and ALL fathers work, some just don't get paid for what they do. I have worked outside the home (for pay!) since my children were born, but of course I have done my fair share of "volunteer labor" also. I dare say all of the following constitute WORK:
* changing diapers and clothes
* cleaning up a child's mess, only to have the child make another mess 10 minutes later
* cooking healthy meals that your child will actually eat
* taking care of a sick child (diarrhea and vomit earn extra points)
* keeping a child entertained without electronic devices
* trying to figure out why the hell your kid won't stop crying
* reading the same story and/or listening to the same song 700 times in one day
* etc. etc. etc........
For the record, both of my kids went to private full-day kindergarten. Logistical issues (read: childcare-related) did play a role in the decision, but I would be in favor of full-day kindergarten regardless of my "work" situation. To me, half-day kindergarten is a kind of ancient relic dating back to the days when kindergarten might have been a child's first experience away from home for a sustained period of time. These days, many kids under the age of 5 are in preschool, daycare, play groups and other organized forms of social and educational activity, usually on a regular basis. Due to this trend, most children already know their ABCs, 123s, colors, shapes and even how to read basic words or do simple math problems long before darkening the door of a kindergarten classroom. Children are now expected to know how to read before leaving kindergarten. Teaching someone to read is not a quick task, so a longer school day is probably more useful to the teacher and the child.
I guess since I am a "working parent," I have a subconscious reason to favor dumping my kids in full-time school while I shirk my parenting responsibilities at my place of employment. Sorry, but that's crap. People need to stop trying to find hidden agendas behind an issue and stay on topic. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some volunteer work to complete in the kitchen!
Friday, April 1, 2011
Tired!!
Thursday, March 31, 2011
April Fools' Day Eve
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
100 Posts
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Work = Torture
Monday, March 28, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
#2 IS Good Enough... For Me!
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Tri Tomorrow!!
Friday, March 25, 2011
International Woman of Mystery
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Second Grade Play - Too Cute!
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Duhhhhh
Monday, March 21, 2011
Posted on Open Salon Today
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Spring Has Sprung!
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Personal Best!
Friday, March 18, 2011
Sleepover!
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Carbing Up
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Brain Farts While Writing
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Q1 almost over??
Monday, March 14, 2011
5th grade homework... WTF
Sunday, March 13, 2011
I DIDN'T KNOW I WAS PREGNANT!!!
... for about 20 days. See, that's about how long it took after conception for me to notice that "Aunt Gertrude" was not showing up for her usual monthly visit, so I decided to pee on a stick to confirm my suspicions. I had not been planning to get pregnant, but I was somehow able to put two and two together.
Have you ever seen that show called "I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant"? The women featured on this series (not a documentary but an actual SERIES with numerous episodes) don't realize they have a child in their womb until the kid is COMING OUT. One mother gave birth in the restroom at an amusement park. Another was screaming bloody murder with "terrible abdominal pain" on the bow of her husband's boat while her husband peacefully slumbered inside the boat. She will have fun trying to get him to help out with the night feedings! More than one episode featured a "constipated" woman who finally managed to "pass a large bowel movement" on the toilet, only to find that she was stuck to the toilet seat by the umbilical cord of said "bowel movement." Some of the women on the show have never had children before, and others are veteran mothers. Having gone through two pregnancies myself, I can't get over the fact that someone can grow another human being in their uterus for nine months without noticing any symptoms at all. Below is a helpful list I have constructed for any of you readers who might need a refresher in this area, because I certainly don't want to see any of you featured on that program!
1) Pregnancy causes menstruation to cease. As you probably learned back in elementary school, your period is the result of your uterine lining being discharged if there is not a fertilized egg setting up shop in your womb. Apparently, some women still continue to bleed or spot during pregnancy. Also, some older women may believe that they are entering menopause. This makes sense in and of itself, but what about #2 below...
...2) Pregnancy makes you look like a bus. Apparently, some women "gain a few pounds" but do not really look very large. I, on the other hand, looked like Kate Gosselin despite the fact that I was only carrying one (1) fetus at a time. It's a good thing my ovaries don't release multiple eggs and the embryos didn't decide to divide, or my stomach might have actually exploded. Not that most women would look like me when pregnant (luckily for them), but I think the majority of women would not be able to ignore their large bellies for the duration of a pregnancy. And for those women who don't get huge - I hate you.
3) Pregnancy causes you to toss your cookies. Of course, that isn't true for everyone, but I think it's safe to say that most women at least get nauseated every once in a while. If you are barfing or feel like barfing on a daily basis, you best be heading to Target or Walgreen's for a pregnancy test.
4) The baby moves inside you! Most of the women on the show report not feeling any fetal movement. Luckily for them, they have apparently not experienced their unborn child playing Bladder Soccer. Maybe if the woman is not large in the stomach, the baby doesn't move much because there isn't any space. At any rate, if it feels like someone is kicking you in the bladder from inside your body, you may be pregnant!
5) Pregnancy causes many other fun symptoms. These include bizarre food cravings and aversions (I once threw up because a cheese commercial came on TV), fatigue, oversensitivity to tastes and/or smells (it seriously tasted like someone took a dump in my mouth for 9 months with both of my kids), back pain, etc. Some of these could potentially be caused by other circumstances, causing a woman not to realize that she is pregnant. But wouldn't she start looking like a bus at some point?
So there you have it. If you are currently experiencing any of the above situations and you haven't had a pregnancy test, for God's sake, get the heck off of my blog and run to Target or Walgreen's this instant! I don't want you giving birth in front of your computer.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Suburban Tightwad - Why I Refuse to Get a Cleaning Lady
1) It is my duty to accept and respect the DNA passed on by my Cheap Ancestors. From my grandmother who saved empty Stoneyfield Farm yogurt containers and Cut-Rite wax paper bags ca. 1960 to my father who wanted to know why I couldn't just record songs off the radio instead of me asking him to buy expensive cassette tapes, my lineage is rife with tightwad genes. Hiring someone to clean my house would be a bastardization of this important legacy, although my yogurt-container-saving grandmother actually did hire someone to help her with household tasks when she was taking care of her disabled husband. Unless somebody in the house is rendered an invalid, I can't see paying someone to help me with menial tasks I can do handle on my own.
2) If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. Yeah, I'm a cheap and stubborn beyotch. I bet I can clean my house just as well, or better, than those housekeeping ladies. It's just that I don't have time and I don't really care, so my house looks like shit. Oh well.
3) I don't want my kids thinking you can hire someone to do everything for you. Why would I want them to think you should pay someone when they already have two indentured servants (myself and my husband) to cater to their every need? Ha ha. But seriously - my kids need to learn to clean their own bathroom, use a vacuum, pick up after themselves, do laundry, etc. My 10 year old and 8 year old know how to clean toilets and sinks. My 10 year old vacuums and my 8 year old dusts. The 10 year old does the wash. Beat that!
4) Life is messy. Embrace the disaster. Sometimes I have to remind myself that this is a house and people live here. Therefore, messes will be made. That's just the way it is. Once I spent a weekend cleaning the house before one of my kids had a friend over, because the place was such a complete wreck that I thought the friend's mother would summon the Health Department to condemn the entire property. OK, I'm being sarcastic, but it was pretty bad. Hey, my husband was gone in Afghanistan, I was working full time and taking care of a 6 year old and a 3 year old. Of course the house was going to be a dump. I had no time or desire to clean and the kids were too little to really help out. At least I had a good excuse, and the Health Department never did show up. All's well that ends well!
5) Dirt is good for your immune system. That's my story and I'm sticking to it! My family rarely gets sick (I'm knocking on wood right now, ha ha). I would like to think the dusty environment has something to do with that fact.
6) I would like to have enough money to send our kids to college without going into debt and I want to retire at a decent age. Let's say a cleaning lady is $100 every two weeks. That's being conservative because our house is a pretty nice size. That's $2,400/year! Plus, aren't you supposed to tip them and give them Christmas presents and stuff? Sorry, but I'd rather save my money or go on vacation.
And that, dear friends, is why I have never had a cleaning lady. The floors in our house might not sparkle, but I don't mind. I think we're doing just fine. :)
Friday, March 11, 2011
I'm Sorry...But How Can There Be A Show Called "I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant?"
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Phew... I STINK!!!
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Watching TV
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Editor's Pick - OMG!!!!
Monday, March 7, 2011
Cross-Post
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Swimming Makes Me Pee and Puts Me To Sleep Too
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Caves Are Phallic... and Other Field Trip Musings
Friday, March 4, 2011
I Like To Move It, Move It!!
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Oh No! I've Been Sucked In By A Book!!!
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Field Trip!
Monday, February 28, 2011
Mmmmmm.... Slim Jims
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Cross-Posting
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Time Keeps Escaping Me
Friday, February 25, 2011
Awesome Entertainment
Thursday, February 24, 2011
aughghghghhhh!!!!
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Middle School Surprise
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
My Parenting Epiphany
I'll tell you how I knew I had finally attained the role of a Big Kid Mom.
One day when my girls were about 8 and 5, I was suddenly overwhelmed by a strange sensation. I had felt this way before, but not in many years. And it felt awesome.
I was BORED.
Not that I hadn't been bored during the previous 8 years. Playing the same game with your kids forever, reading the same story a billion times and other "small-child-friendly" activities are certainly boring at times. However, it's a different kind of boring. You're always busy with something, even if it's mundane. There's always some chore to be done, some task to take care of, and you feel like you can't ever really catch up. The house is a mess, there are meals that need preparing, you have to go grocery shopping and a fight is breaking out in the next room about "why does SHEEEEEEEEEEEE get the pink one???" You know the drill. And right when you feel like you are finally gaining ground, someone gets sick. Darn it!!!!
This was a different kind of bored feeling. The kind you used to get before you had kids. The kind where you HAVE NOTHING TO DO. I couldn't believe it. I was bored out of my mind, and it was the BEST feeling. My kids were actually entertaining themselves for more than 15 minutes at a time, and this pattern had been going on long enough for me to finally notice that I was getting some space to myself. It was a wonderful epiphany. I've been a Big Kid Mom for a couple of years now. Sometimes I get bored. And I tell myself to enjoy every second of it.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Doing Nothing is Fun!
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Ruths Chris.... BURRRRRP
Saturday, February 19, 2011
How to be a Passive-Aggressive Bridezilla
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Situation #1: Future husband's boss does not understand and/or care about how invitations are addressed, because he proceeds to invite his 10-year-old daughter (invitation was addressed to "Mr. and Mrs. Boss Man"). This might not have been such a big deal if Mr. Boss Man did not request that his child be served a vegetarian meal, which was not one of the stipulated menu choices.
My response: Complain about said boss (behind his back of course) and call the caterer to see if a vegetarian child's meal could be provided. The caterer was quite confused and had never actually prepared a vegetarian meal for someone who wasn't an adult, but she agreed to make veggie pasta at the regular kids' meal price.
Blogger's likely response: "Request that your future husband (FH) confront his boss about this obvious lack of what could be considered a properly functioning prefrontal cortex, preferably during an all-hands staff meeting. Make sure FH informs Mr. Boss Man that the vegetarian kids' meal consists of kidney beans with garlic sauce. FH should also remind him that his car windows will most likely be rolled up on the way home from the wedding reception because, well, it's hot in August and he'll need to have the A/C on in his methane mobile."
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Situation #2: Future in-law commandeering a car filled with 3 of the 6 bridesmaids traveling to the wedding rehearsal completely misses said rehearsal because he got lost. His vehicle containing 1/4 of the wedding party finally arrived at the rehearsal at least an hour and a half late. There was no phone call to the church to ask for directions or explain the tardiness, causing me to surmise that they must have gotten into an awful accident. (Note: this was before most people had cell phones and I'm pretty sure this individual did not have one or we would have called him ourselves.) By the time they finally arrived, everyone else had already gone through the rehearsal, sans the missing attendants. I was not provided with an apology.
My response: Get extremely annoyed but do not actually talk to the future in-law about it, because that would cause a confrontation. Wonder why other family members think the whole thing is amusing.
Blogger's likely response: "Tell your future in-law that you hope there will be food left over for him at the rehearsal dinner since it will probably take him another 90 minutes to figure out how to get there and you certainly won't be saving him any. Also, be sure to indicate that you will behave in a courteous manner by informing the other dinner attendants that he will be quite tardy, and to just go ahead and eat because he will be picking up some grub at Taco Bell instead."
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Situation #3: A relative told my father I was a "brat" because she didn't like my veil and because I didn't want to have a crying newborn baby in the church, who wasn't even invited in the first place. At least the baby didn't ask for a vegetarian meal.
My response: Get stressed out over relative's response but don't actually say anything to her about it. Tell people that the relative upset you so much that your womanly hormones were thrown out of whack, causing you to get pregnant 2 weeks after the wedding. Hey, at least it's an interesting story.
Blogger's likely response: "The bride's family members, especially those who are 'long in the tooth,' often feel the need to control the logistics of the wedding. This is a natural response, which can usually be deftly handled by noting that you hope you can return the favor by commandeering his or her funeral arrangements when the time comes. Suggest a nice spa party, or perhaps a rager with keg-stands if you think that will do the trick."
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Of course, I never would have said any of these things to anybody. I'm too passive-aggressive to actually incite a confrontation. But thinking about it is certainly fun. And I'm sure all you brides know what I mean. :)
Friday, February 18, 2011
This Blog Post is Being Pre-Empted by the Discovery Health Channel
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Kids Say the Darnedest Things
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Adventures in Orthodontia
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
40 Years!
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Summer Camp Shuffle
Saturday, February 12, 2011
OMG!! I Went Clothes Shopping and Liked It!!
Friday, February 11, 2011
Gathering My Materials
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Working on a Post
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Have You Ever Noticed that Eyeballs Don't Age?
Monday, February 7, 2011
Owwwwww
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Football is Dumb
Saturday, February 5, 2011
I Must Be Nuts!
Friday, February 4, 2011
Gettin My Treasurer Thang On
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Today's Rant is Brought to You by the Letter P(ee)
Here is an article about a 3 year old girl who was suspended from a county-run Montessori school for having too many "accidents."
In my opinion, legitimate comments might contain something to the effect of "this girl was obviously not ready for preschool in the Montessori environment because she was not completely potty trained as the rules required" or "it is ridiculous for the school to suspend a child who probably just needs a few additional reminders to get to the toilet."
Some people did say these things (most stuck with opinion #1), but others somehow decided that it's all the idiot Mother's fault because she is "too selfish" to stay home with her daughter instead of working, she shouldn't have had kids in the first place because she's obviously too self-absorbed to raise her daughter, she should have had her child toilet trained at 18 months as was the practice a generation ago, etc.
Excuse me?!?!? I thought the article was supposed to be about a child who was suspended from school, not an evaluation of the child's mother. Also, I didn't hear anyone complaining about how the father should stay home, encourage the child to use the toilet, spend more time with the child, etc. A few of the 396 (so far!!!) comments contained questions regarding the whereabouts of the dad, but that's about as much as he was ever brought up. In all fairness, the dad was not mentioned in the article, so it does make sense that the comments did not focus on him either.
I don't even know why I bother reading article comments, because they usually just drive me batty. Some people seem to want to twist the topic and turn it into their own personal agenda instead of staying on point by sharing relevant opinions. Annoying....
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Race Season is Coming Up!!!
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
25 Years Ago, I Was Middle School Royalty!!!! NOT
I was nominated as a joke. And I'm not joking.
Yes, I was quite the piece of work in elementary school and middle school. Hideous clothes, Steve Urkel glasses and a personality in need of some serious fine-tuning. I had no idea how to communicate with others, and the kids were somehow able to sniff out my inner dorkiness from a mile away. I had held the unofficial title of Classroom Nerd for the last two years, but even greater honors awaited in the wasteland that was middle school.
One morning, my homeroom (PE = Nerd Hell) teacher asked us to nominate students for the Valentine Court. A girl yelled, "I pick Rebekah!" Giggles and whispering ensued. Then everyone started egging me on. "Yeah. Rebekah, you should do it! Come on!" It seemed like they actually WANTED me to do it, so I said sure. I didn't, or couldn't, see it for what it was. I was time for me to get my 15 minutes.
Over the next few weeks, I got all kinds of attention from The Popular Girls. A few of them stopped me in the lunch room to ask what kind of dress I was going to wear to the Valentine Dance. The garment of choice was a blue Yves St. Laurent (!!!) dress that looked like a satin balloon valance exploded and landed on me. I thought it was beautiful. The Popular Girls smiled and nodded as I described my wonderful gown. Everyone was overly nice to me in the days leading up to the Big Event. A few people tried to tell me I was being played, but I didn't want to believe them even though I must have known they were being honest. A guidance counselor pulled me out of class and asked if I really wanted to be on the Court, and I said that I did. I'm not sure why the administration didn't just put a stop to it.
After school on the day of the Valentine Dance, I remember applying makeup in the girls' bathroom next to one of the legitimate members of the Court, the daughter of a NFL Football Player. "Don't put on too much of that," she said in a syrupy voice. I remember going out on stage as the Court members were called. The applause was really loud, kind of like in the movie Carrie, except unfortunately for me I don't have any telekinetic powers. Thankfully, nobody dumped a bucket of pig blood on me either, so I guess I shouldn't complain. There was also a boy who had been nominated to the Court as a joke, and he was up there on the stage too. Apparently he did not have any telekinetic powers either. Of course, that boy and I won last place, probably with zero votes. A pretty blonde 8th grader won Valentine Queen and a Korean 7th grader was crowned the Valentine Princess. That's all I remember of the Valentine Dance.
Of course, the next day, the bullying escalated to new and previously unseen levels. Kids went out of their way to torment me for my stupidity. I was yelled at out of the school bus window, kids pointed at me and laughed in the hallways, and my only friend told me that she wasn't going to speak to me in the school building anymore because it was too embarrassing and she didn't want to be seen with me. I was twelve years old, and this event basically dominated my life for the next ten years. I didn't have any good friends until I graduated from high school. I desperately wanted my parents to move so I could attend a different school, but moving wasn't going to happen and besides, I was so socially inept that I probably wouldn't have done any better at a different middle school or high school. Even through college, I always assumed everyone hated me and didn't care to be my friend. I generally didn't feel like I belonged anywhere, partly because I just didn't relate to the other kids, and partly because of the incessant bullying I had dealt with. There is much more to this story, but I don't want to go there right now.
Anyway - once I got married and had kids, I found other things to think about besides my general worthlessness. In fact, having my own family helped me to establish a sense of self-regard that had been buried up until that point. These days, I have friends. I make people laugh. I'm good at my job and I hope I'm a good mom too. My kids don't appear to be headed down the same path I traveled, and for that, I'm thankful. My older daughter is headed to middle school next fall, and I'm watching like a hawk. Because the only thing I can imagine being worse than complete ostracism is watching it happen to your child.
Monday, January 31, 2011
I Made It A Whole Month!!!
Sunday, January 30, 2011
You Know You Got Married in 1999 When....
2) Your wedding bands are made of yellow gold.
3) Your wedding video is on a VHS tape.
4) The department store at which you registered has either gone out of business or has been purchased by a Larger Department Store.
5) That stupid Prince song was played at your reception.
6) Your "save the date" communications consisted of getting the old people to call around and inform the other guests.
7) The upper part of your wedding dress looked like a wife beater shirt.
8) "Destination Weddings" were only performed in Vegas. Your venue choices were Church A, Church B, and Church C, all within a 25-mile radius.
9) You only accessed weddingchannel.com or theknot.com at work because your dial-up connection at home was too slow.
10) Your bouquet and those of the bridesmaids were fastened with a plastic nosegay!
Saturday, January 29, 2011
What Will Your Obituary Say? Besides The Fact That You Kicked The Bucket
Friday, January 28, 2011
Two Homes Destroyed by Fire in South Riding
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Thundersnow!!
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Why Do I Even Click On These Things???
Here is an excerpt from the article:
"...the Internet has been abuzz with parents (aptly nicknamed "lactivists") just dying for a chance to share their opinion on the subject.
"If you make a choice to formula feed out of convenience, then you do not deserve to have kids!" said one poster.
"Every baby deserves human milk," said another.
Needless to say, new moms are feeling squeezed.
"If we formula feed, we feel we are giving our amazing children 'second best' or handicapping them for life," said one mother who admitted to sobbing in the shower from shame and guilt when she gave up breast-feeding."
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Enough said. Nipple Nazis, be gone!!
Monday, January 24, 2011
Whew!!!
Sunday, January 23, 2011
10 Ways to Tell Your Coworkers Aren't Parents (Working Mom Edition)
2) Complaints are heard regarding the fact that working parents get too many perks, such as "getting to leave on time every day."
3) Coworker wonders why someone would need to utilize the services of a nanny or babysitter while working from home with an infant or toddler in the house.
4) He/she thinks that staying home from work to take care of a sick child is the same thing as a day off.
5) While hugely pregnant, you are asked, "Well, you were going to work during your maternity leave, weren't you?"
6) Derisive comments are made regarding minivans.
7) Colleague says your upcoming maternity leave sounds "so relaxing."
8) He/she hates "Take Your Child To Work Day."
9) Coworker asks you to do something half an hour before the daycare/after-school care is going to close and does not seem too pleased when you say you need to leave.
10) He/she wants to know why you will not send your sick child to daycare or school.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Some People Who Post Comments on the Internet Need to Calm Down. Really.
Friday, January 21, 2011
PPD Does Not Discriminate
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Basic Human Decency Seems to Elude Some of Us.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Karma
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Why I Am Going To Make My Kids Watch "Intervention"
That said...
Intervention has got to be one of the most delicious train wrecks on TV. Intervention marathons are the best, because every episode somehow manages to be even more appalling than the one before it. If you haven't seen it, here's the Cliffs Notes version. Intervention is a reality show that profiles one or two people with addictive behavior (generally alcoholics and drug addicts). About half-way through the episode, a professional interventionist comes in and tells the person to hit rehab or suffer the consequences. When I say the show profiles people with addictive behavior, I mean it profiles them in a no-holds-barred manner. Addicts are shown shooting up/snorting on screen, heading out to prostitute themselves to get more money to fund their addictions, dealing drugs out of their parents' homes, conducting Jerry Springer-esque arguments with family members while under the influence of whatever, and so on and so forth. Often viewers will witness one of the show's "stars" (for lack of a better term) falling asleep in mid-sentence, falling over, sitting there with his/her tongue hanging out and eyes rolled back, and other unpleasant, embarrassing behavior. More often than not, the addict does not recognize that he or she has a problem.
Why in the world would I make my kids watch this show? Someday when I think they are old enough, I will sit down with them and have them watch a few episodes with me to show them that this is what alcohol and drugs can do to a person. THIS is why adults tell you to not even come near these substances. We aren't just talking out of our ass and making shit up. We don't want to see our kids end up like these people, because we love our kids. None of the parents featured on this program wanted their offspring to be one of the main characters on an episode of Intervention, guaranteed. I was a goody two-shoes who didn't drink, smoke or try drugs - why would my kids want to listen to my out-of-touch, nerdy ramblings? Cue the TV. My hope is that these addicts can actually teach people a thing or two, starting with my kids. Do they want to end up like the people on this show? I'm guessing they probably don't. And all they have to do is say NO.






