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I've moved!

2011-01-11T07:54:00.002-05:00

I know a few of you have just joined me, but I've moved my site. Please come visit me at:
http://justaminutemomss.wordpress.com/
It's really easy, at the top, it says "subscribe to blog" just click on it.
Thanks!
Loy

Not that I care...

2011-01-07T12:09:00.000-05:00

but I am really amused to see on my driver's license that my weight is slightly off. And I am pretty sure when I renewed it last time it wasn't anywhere close to this either. Come to think of it, this may have been my weight when I turned 16 and got the original license. Screw it, I like the number and I think I'll just keep it. I am pretty sure the people that are checking my license are getting a good laugh, so why ruin their good time.

Counting

2011-01-06T18:44:00.002-05:00

Baby Boy is sitting at the table eating dinner....decides he would like to climb on to the table. I told him to get off the table and eat his dinner...then started the infamous counting, "One, Two..."....Baby Boy looks at me and says "Five". Math won't be his strong suit.

"Walking in Memphis"

2010-12-31T23:05:00.000-05:00

The last days of 2010 for me have been spent walking in Memphis and they have been great, minus the hiccup of a football game gone sour. Pulling in town with the whole family in tow, we dropped our stuff at a quaint little spot known as the Courtyard Marriott. Wasting no time, we head out with the kids to smoke out a good lunch spot on Beale Street, much against advisors' suggestions which was to "get OFF Beale St".
After lunch and a three hour parade for the Liberty Bowl, (which, by the way, consisted of 18 mediocre high school marching bands, three 18 wheelers from Auto Zone, 15 Shriners in little cars, and finally a marching band so big they had to make us move back:)) we head back to the CM (Courtyard Marriott for those of you on the "slower" side.)
We pick up LOML's cousin and two of his three sons and head back downtown for dinner. After contemplating our choices, we decide on the Flying Fish. Another quaint and cozy spot I would highly recommend. Ok, cozy may be a stretch. If you like those rubber fish nailed to plaques that sing and good fried seafood, this is your place!
After dinner, it was only appropriate that we walk across the street to show our kids the Peabody ducks that live in finer digs than they do! They have their own "condo", if you will, from which they get escorted from and to every day. I am not sure what the upkeep on those ducks is costing the hotel, but if money gets tight at The Peadbody and duck suddenly becomes a new featured item on the Flying Fish menu I would avoid trying it until I got a head count in the pond they got over there in the lobby.
Then today, as we awoke to somewhat cloudy skies with just a hint of sun trying to work it's way through, I just knew we were all meant to venture out to Elvis Presley Boulevard to see, (drum roll please........)
GRACELAND!!!!!!
Oh, what a lucky, lucky girl I am!
There are just not enough words in the English or Japanese dictionary to explain that place. Let's just say I will be downloading every available book about Graceland, Elvis, Lisa Marie, Vernon, Priscilla, etc. onto my Kindle ASAP as I am now terribly fascinated with this icon of music. But who I would really like to learn more about is the decorator of that fine home, but feel certain they overdosed on hallucinogens years ago and for security reasons was probably living under and alias. Who knew you could put carpet on SO MANY SURFACES!!! Wow! A true talent for showing us the real meaning of "waste not, want not".
After leaving the mansion, viewing the King's clothes and numerous gold records and awards we had a stroll through the Meditation Garden that Elvis had built so he could have somewhere to think away from the 20 plus people who were probably living there with him. Either that or he needed a place away to go do some drugs...whatever, now it's four graves, including his. Moment of silence please...............................................................................................ok, moment over.
I did leave a good bit more impressed with the man than I left the hotel this morning. He took care of his family and that's aces in my book.
(I do need to stop here and tell you a little about some of the other Graceland Goer's today.....the lady next to us in line was comparing Graceland to Liborachi's and Dean Martin's homes....ok, that's really all you need to know....)
Sooooo, after the tour of the house, we got to see the AIRPLANES!!!! Now, for those of you who know me, I am not a fan of flight, BUT could totally fly on a plane with blue suede walls! Damn he knew how to fly in style! The littler plane was not as impressive as the Lisa Marie, but I do give them credit for their color scheme of yellow and green of the 60s seat covers.
The footlball game we came up here to see is not even worth mentioning right now since we lost and I want to end my year on a hight note...
So, here I sit in the CM. The two youngest of our kids are sound asleep. LOML, Baby Girl 1 and my in-laws are over at their cousin/nephew's temporary home up here having a cookout. On the way, they got to stop off and see B, our cousin who is up here because St. Jude's can help him. He has leukemia and about 90 days ago had his 3rd bone marrow transplant. I think it is very appropriate that we are here as 2010 ends and 2011 begins. We have spent a lot of time over the past two years hoping and praying for this young warrior and his family, and for two years B and his family have continued to inspire and lift us up in our darkest times, which compared to theirs are pretty damn bright. They have taken to "pressing on" through all of it, the very worst of it and I have been fortunate, as so many have been to be one of the passengers on their journey. B's mom has a word of the year and encourages others to do so as a means of inspiration of how you are going to live the next year. So, as the hours wind down in 2010, I have been trying to think of my word for this year- I think it will be "grace"...well, for more that one reason:), but for all the right ones.
Happy New Year's Everyone!
From Memphis with Love.

Christmas Time

2010-12-11T15:04:00.000-05:00

It happens every year, so I don't know why I am ever surprised. Christmas is here once again- wasn't it just last week? I grew up on many traditions and now as a mom, have tried to come up with a few of my own. I have fond memories of decorating the tree, singing Christmas carols, going to church and singing "Silent Night" as we all lit our candles. All very Norman Rockwell-esque. I think I can even here Karen Carpenter singing in the background as I look back over the years. Good times. And, the good times are still here. (Well, let me back up and give you the run down of Christmas prep at our house, then we will get to the good times.)
LOML, God bless his sweet heart, has this thing about the way he likes things to be. In life in general, but at Christmas time...well, let's just say his inner Clark Griswold comes out. Last Thursday night he was hanging out wreaths on the windows so the outside would be all ready for the church Christmas party we were hosting. Now, there is a fine art and science to hanging the "damn wreaths" (as they are affectionately known as). I gave up helping a long time ago, for simply wanting to keep my head attached to my shoulders. You measure and place the suction cup on the bottom sash, you lower top sash and hang wreath and the ribbon to the nail at top of top sash, and then you carefully hook the wreath onto the suction cup for extra security, and close both sashes- hoping nothing falls off. (Including LOML falling out the window.) By the way, something always falls off....enter here LOML using some VERY BAD WORDS!!! Also, a point to note is it is usually about 30 degrees with blowing winds while this is taking place. Good times.
This past Wednesday was the night that my family was going to pick out the "tree". Now, I have never met a bigger tree snob than my husband- but I love that he wants it to be perfect for his family...but honey-life ain't perfect. We chose to head out to the local Home Depot...(.yeah , yeah, I know- not the most Norman Rockwell thing we do at Christmas, BUT they have Noble Firs which is Tree Snob's fav so there you go). It's about 7 o'clock as the five of us prance on in, the kids are very excited as am I because Baby Boy is REALLY digging the whole Christmas thing. Baby Girl 1 and 2 are as happy as they can be, and LOML is grinning from ear to ear. We head out to the garden center to find that, although open, no one is working....not a good sign for me. Then, we find the ONE Noble Fir they have left...the Charlie Brown Noble Fir...again, not a good sign for me. Then, as LOML and the girls are honing in on a good one- Baby Girl 1 gets upset because it isn't big enough...ok, you can see this is only about to go down hill and into a concrete wall right? So then after looking at 20 trees (mind you, I didn't look at this many colleges, wedding dresses, names for my children,...) we find "the tree". It really doesn't seem to matter, because Baby Girl 1 is beyond consoling at this point and LOML is just pissed off that no one is there to check us out which is going to require him to get the tree way the hell to the other side of the store to check out!
Picture this...
LOML, in his Brooks Brothers suit and dress coat, dragging a Christmas tree through Home Depot with the rest of the Griswold's trailing behind. We finally catch up to him at the SELF CHECK OUT LANE trying to scan the tree! Literally.
The nicest girl comes over to offer help and I am trying desperately to catch her attention in warning that she may just want to hide behind the counter, but it's too late.....the kids are all coming un-glued and I am afraid LOML is going to be taken out on a stretcher after he has a heart attack. The girl has another worker come over to help Frank, and things seem to be moving in a new happier direction...the guy picks the tree up and carries it back to the garden center to trim the trunk and bag'er up! (Insert here the uncontrollable laughter from me.)
Anyway, so now the tree is up and got decorated that night with lots of fun and laughter. Once we got home- everyone was a bit more in the Christmas spirit. I sat in the other room for a while and messed around in the kitchen thinking of how the size of the tree and the wreaths on the front really don't matter much- not in this day in time. It's all nice to have, but it's not what it's really all about is it? No, and of course you know where I am heading with this,

Charlie Brown: “Isn’t there ANYONE who knows what Christmas is all about?!?!

Linus: “And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, ‘Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.’ And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, ‘Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.’ ” (Luke 2:8-14)

“You see, Charlie Brown—that’s what Christmas is all about.”

"We're gonna have the hap hap happiest christmas since Bing Crosby tapdanced with Danny f!@#* Kaye!"

- Clark Griswold, Christmas Vacation

Thank you Mr. Schultz and Mr. Griswold, for reminding us for what it's really all about, but also for keeping it real:

Now why didn't I think of this....

2010-12-04T11:10:00.000-05:00

While purusing the yearly Christmas catalouges I stumbled upon this gem...and I an great disappointed in myself for not thinking already.

Who thinks this stuff up and why haven't they been arrested yet??????

Growing Up On Beach Music

2010-11-22T22:09:00.001-05:00

I think it is only fitting that I went to college in South Carolina, one of the homes of Beach Music, or Shag Music. You see, I was brought up on this stuff and to this day, it remains my favorite genre of music. I will never get tired of listening to it, and always love finding new songs that I have never heard. I definitely have to credit my parents and their friends for my love of beach music. But more so my dad, whose love of music spans back I would bet to his mother probably singing to him as a child. Now she had a beautiful singing voice and sang in the church choir until she simply couldn't make it there anymore, not that that stopped her singing for she sang to my girls when they would go visit, "I love you, a bushel and a peck, a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck..."
So dad grew up with music, and so did I. Unfortunately, after many efforts, I never learned to read music with any sense of grace, but I can carry a tune. Anyway, back to the beach music....
I would say the music was heard a lot more during the summer months, and straight up Motown the rest of the year. Isn't it strange that I can remember that? I think it's because most of the beach music was played on our way to the beach or while there. So, today, as I sit here listening to the rain, the song Rainy Day Bells kept popping into my head and it made me want to go hunt down some of my other favorite beach music/ Motown music....feel free to comment your own favs!

Rainy Day Bells
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mc9NVpCoRQo
Up on the Roof
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VP8OVzVzR6o
Ms. Grace
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I1lMcPrJysI&feature=related

more to come.....

Dog update

2010-10-31T20:47:00.000-04:00

Because I know you have all been sitting on the edge of your seat waiting for news about our newest family member, here it goes. We passed the home inspection- YIPPIE! (Which also means they did NOT see this blog- can I get another- YIPPIE?!?!.) Unfortunately, Ladybug is already being adopted by another family. Tear. We then went on to Missy who was a little bit older than Ladybug, but still seemed (on our end) a good fit. Received a call from Missy's foster "human" dad tonight, and they have chosen another home for her due to some health issues. Explaining that to the kids was no fun- ugh! So, we will wait, but knowing that our dog is out there somewhere just waiting for us too.

So, I used to go to Waffle House to study in college....

2010-10-30T21:41:00.000-04:00

Ok, so maybe college libraries are overrated. I spent a large part of my college studying time at one of the two busiest Waffle Houses in the country. One on either side of the I-26 in Clinton, SC. But let's be honest, there was not a lot of studying going on there. I mean who can study in a place with that many interesting (and often disturbing at that time at night) people to look at- constantly. And I'm not just talking about the customers people. Once the library closed, if we knew it would be a long night, we'd pack it up and head on over to WaHo for a little patty melt and hash browns. Or for those nights when I was "pretending" to eat "healthy", I would order a salad. (I don't think I need to tell you how not healthy that was.) We would sit there for about two hours trying to memorize as much information as we could before heading back to the dorms to crash. Why am I thinking about all of this now, you ask? This morning, I was back at a WaHo with my two youngest kids and my little ole' mind just started wandering back down that path. One thing that I have found at the "Great House" is that the people who work there (missing teeth and all) are genuinely the nicest people you will ever come across. And, furthermore, I would go as far as saying that you get some of the best customer service there than you could get anywhere else. Now, granted the amount of space between my waitresses teeth today was enough for me to do a double take, and one of the other waitresses was sporting a face paint job she got at the fair last Tuesday- BUT, they were kind to me and my kids. They were happy, all of them. Now, I am sure they all have their moments, but I would guess what I witnessed today was pretty much the norm. A good friend and mentor once told my husband and I that you should always tip big at Waffle House, because they need it the most- but they deserve it the most too. Three Cheers for Waffle House!

A ten year old's birthday party.

2010-10-29T19:15:00.001-04:00

So, here I sit at 7:10 on a cool fall night at Baby Girl 1's birthday party. So far, it seems to be a hit. We are having a little pizza and a movie...Diary of a Wimpy Kid....this is a pretty funny movie. Sweet girls and sweet treats!

On the tip of my tongue...

2010-10-22T09:12:00.000-04:00

I have a great deal of admiration for people who can really articulate what is on their mind. Me, not really one of those- well, except for here. I tend to stumble on my words and end up saying some of the DUMBEST things EVER!! Do you know how many times I am trying to talk to my kids about something somewhat important that I end up thinking- did those words actually just come out of my mouth? And let's just say alcohol does not help my disorder AT ALL! I stumble, fall, and then FORGET what dumb things I have said. I think things would go a lot more smoothly if I could just sit down and type out my thoughts before I say them----really taking the whole "think before you speak" to a new level. I can either email my commentary or just text it to whomever it concerns? It's amazing that I managed to teach classrooms full of kids!
No, nothing has happened recently to spur on this train of thought...just thinking about it and trying really hard to take my time and think, before I speak.

Where does the time go?

2010-10-20T21:39:00.000-04:00

Baby Girl 1 is turning 10 in one week and I have to say this is hitting me pretty hard. I still see her as I do above in the yellow outfit going to her first day of school (ages 4 and 3). Now, ages (9 and 8, almost 10 and 9- switched sides for that pic) they are just growing up way to fast. But they are growing into beautiful and smart young ladies. I am one proud mama!

Oh, and Baby Boy ain't too shabby either:)

"She Don't Like Roses"

2010-10-20T09:53:00.000-04:00

I love to drown my thoughts in the music I listen to. I can apply any given emotion to whatever song is coming through my ipod when I'm out running/walking- which seems to be the one time I am really quiet. This morning, in the mist of last night's rain, I took off on what would only end up being a 20 minute jog around the neighborhood (but hey, it was better than staying in bed- am I right?). My recent artist of choice (because I get stuck on one and play them to death) is Christine Cane. She is actually an artist I came across a few years ago while training for a hike in Yosemite National Park. I haven't really listened to her in a while, but was drawn back to her a few weeks ago after someone I have a great admiration for said she was actually a friend and mentor. Interested in this, I went back to visit Christine. Her music is really calming and thought provoking- just my kind of music.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XtfFq-YV_pw

Check her out.

Home Visit Today

2010-10-17T09:58:00.000-04:00

At approximately 2 o'clock the lady from Boykin Rescue Society will be coming for the "home visit" portion of the adoption process. Wish me luck...yep, ME! LOML is out of town, so it's just me, the kids, and our pet frogs (that are hanging on by a thread) to prove to this chick that we are Boykin worthy. On a sad note, Ladybug is under pending adoption-tear. You can go to their website to see pics of the dogs available.
boykinrescue.org

On a funnier note, Baby Boy has started calling me by my given name, Loy. He just spent five minutes walking around the house calling for me.

Family Reunions

2010-10-16T21:22:00.000-04:00

Family reunions....let's discuss. I have two that I go to every year-my mom's and my dad's families. My favorite (and most humorous) part about both of these events is that we go all year between seeing most of these people, we get there only to socialize with those in our immediate family that we see all of the time and then proceed to sit with said relatives. Really. Last week, we headed out to my dad's family reunion. When it comes to my Dad's side, you can't throw a rock in my town and not hit a relative. We show empty handed because I have an Aunt who loves to cook and was pretty much providing enough for all of us...so I let her:). After LOML and I take turns chasing Baby Boy around for a while, I finally decide to pull rank and grab a roll off the buffet for the little guy to snack on while we wait for someone to bless the spread for the LOVE OF GOD!!! LOML is determined not to be the last in line, so he and the girls start lingering around the stack of plates on the table hoping to jump on that at "Amen", but something goes wrong and they make their way back to where are immediate family has gathered in the back corner neat the "Exit" sign. FINALLY, the 123rd relative shows up with their fried chicken and congealed salad and we can get this eat fest on it's way. (You should know that by this time, I have made my way to the stack of plates....I wouldn't say I was first, but I was definitely a close second.) It was like a war a tell you, there were people coming at the table from all sides...chicken, ham, no...roast beef...it was all just TOO MUCH! At this point no one is talking about anything accept what all they can fit on their plates and will they need a clean plate for round 2. It was crazy I tell you. I got back to the table with a plate for Baby Boy and myself and honest to God, I am not even sure what was on it. I had no plan. I just grabbed what I could and got out of there! LOML was stuck talking severe right wing politics with a cousin and I was doing my very best to get him back in the game, but it was a struggle. This cousin, I kid you not, goes to a church where they sit around and talk about the different political candidates that are running in the next election and discuss their platforms so they can decide who to vote for----AS THEIR SUNDAY SCHOOL!!! WHAT?? Ok, to each his own. Obviously things get much quieter as people start to eat. My aunt and her son(with his family) are sitting with us- like I said, we don't stray from our pack. EVER. Since I was first (or second) to get my plate of "real" food, I was first or second to hit the infamous buffet of desserts....ahhhhhhhh!
Then the ring leader gets up with the microphone...go around, introduce your family that's there, make excuses for the slackers that didn't come, and tell us all of your news.
"Jimmy and Suzy had a baby, Mary and Jeff are getting married, little Timmy is finally graduating and I've had an off and on again bought with gas that should be kicking in here any minute----"
I promise, you never know what's coming next.
But, all in all, it's not a bad time if you think about it. I have had the honor of knowing all of my grandparents and three of my great grandparents. My girls knew them too. A few years back "the other shoe dropped" as my sister and I liked to say. I had it pretty damn good for about 30 years with having all of these people in my life. Unfortunately when they went, it was fast and all around the same time. That really sucked. (Sorry, I know my great grandmothers and one grandmother are looking down not pleased with my choice of wording. The one here wouldn't approve, but would understand.) So, now that they aren't all here anymore, I kinda like going to these little get togethers because it let's me hold on to them a little bit more. They are the constants and the comfortable.

New Pet

2010-10-06T20:01:00.000-04:00

So, we are thinking of adding to the chaos and getting a dog. I just feel like we don't have enough going on with the kids doing ballet, gymnastics, art, choir, homework, me being an incredible wife, mom, taxi driver....the list goes on. Anyway, back to the dog. We are are thinking about, well heck, we've already sent the paper work in to the Boykin Rescue Society in the hopes to adopt a sweet little Boykin named Lady Bug. I had no idea what a process this would be! We had to put a "reference" down, so we put down a good friend and lover of dogs. Check- they called him today and all he can say is we may want to look into getting a fish. The next step is a house visit. I assume they come and check to see that we have a loving and stable home in which to raise the young pup. Really?? This may not turn out as well as I would hope and I am working on what I will tell the girls. I hope they don't so "sneak" attacks and catch me in one of my not so finest parenting moments-aka yelling...

Many years ago, well about three, we lost our family pet. Well, you might actually say we had joint custody with my in-laws. When we lived closer to them , he would escape our yard, cross a major road and dig his way in to their dog pen. (It's a good thing he can't give a reference.) Hap was a sweet Britney Spaniel that LOML got in Law School (I think) and I am sure was his sole companion until I came along and swept him off his feet. Towards the end, we had several trips to the vet trying to do everything we could to keep the old guy with us including once a week $25 horse shots for his hips. Anything for Hap and quite honestly, the other alternative was one we were not ready to face, and in all seriousness, no one wants to face with their family pet.
In trying to keep all of this light and hoping not to offend, I do have to tell you about our "almost" trip to the vet when we just knew it was the end and he really was really just suffering too much. LOML, after a long couple of days where Hap would just barely get up and not really eating decided it was time. I felt so sorry for him. He called his dad to ride with him to our vet with Hap. When LOML pulled into the driveway of his parents' house, his Dad was already digging a hole. Sad. LOML got out to help his dad, leaving the truck door open. For the first time in days, Hap leapt out of the car and took off running around the yard nearly falling into what was going to be his eternal resting place. LOML's mom came running out and graciously offered to keep Hap and care for him at her house. Kinda like Dog Hospice really. I think Hap knew he would get better care there for sure. Either that or he just knew this was going to make a funny story one day- he had a good sense of humor too. So, from that day for the next almost year, Hap remained with his grandparents. ( Ok, I'm thinking I won't publish this until after the adoption goes through?)
So, back to the present. The Rescue Society was very quick to check our reference and talk to our vet, but things have seemed to slow down a bit. Starting to worry that someone will come snatch ole' Lady up if something doesn't happen soon! Keep your fingers crossed!

All Tied up and No Where to Go

2010-10-04T20:32:00.000-04:00

As the mom of two busy daughters and one active almost two year old, I find myself loosing essential parts of my brain from time to time. Is this a common occurrence among us moms? Dads even? I have a rather large "island" in the middle of my kitchen that stays rather, well full of s!#* most of the time as LOML says. There are many days where I start on one side of my kitchen and head to the other side to get, let's say the milk out of the fridge, and in the four steps it takes me to get to the fridge I can't remember what the hell I was going to get! Did you catch the "four step" part---this is not a big kitchen people and the "island" takes up most of it. The fact that I am putting this out there on the Internet just goes to show what an incredible sense of humor I have, but I would really like to know if this is an illness I should search WebMD about or just chalk it up to Mom-itis? Discuss amongst yourselves and get back to me- peace out!

Weight Watchers, Biggest Loosers and Ice Cream Pie

2010-09-28T21:39:00.000-04:00

I may be taking this whole "I don't really care what I weigh anymore as long as I feel and look good thing" a bit too far...
I am sitting here watching NBC's The Biggest Looser, that shows Jennifer Hudson hocking Weight Watchers...and all I want to do is go eat a piece of the leftover coffee ice cream pie (with toffee bits in the bottom...YUM!)
Oh well, vote my big ole behind off- I'm going to get me some pie!
No fears, I'm not throwing it all away- I'll walk Baby Boy to preschool tomorrow...it is several blocks and involves a hill.

Photo shoots

2010-09-13T16:47:00.001-04:00

With the exception of the day I got married, because let's face it I did look pretty good that day, I DO NOT LIKE TO HAVE MY PICTURE TAKEN! Recently, I was forced, and I mean forced to have a family picture taken for the church directory-and let me tell you it was a big ole pain in the .....well, you see where I am going with this.
First of all, I made a mistake and signed us up for a time that turned out to be quite inconvenient for my extremely busy schedule (wine time). Then, I picked a date when Baby Girl 1 was going to be unavailable for pictures. On the last shot I simple called the nice people who have been harassing me about said photo and asked if I could simply submit a picture. Ummmm, NO!
But, they did tell me that I could go to another church in the area that was have photos taken for there directory....UGH!!! I have three children and a life, I do not have time to go hunting down the local Church of the Latter Day Saints.
Then, they said, come on Thursday and we will squeeze you in around 3:40. Ok, ok, OK!!!!
Thursday rolls around, I get my kids off the bus at 3:36 and fly over to the church trying to run a brush through the kids and spit shine the faces...
We walked into the room where the usual black bear rug from 1972 is laid over the table for all five of us to pile up on for the big photo shoot. Baby Boy by the way, is not excited about this at all and all but strangles his father by grabbing and pulling on his tie. The kind photographer tries his best with this wild and disheveled bunch, and got one "not terrible" picture of us. Then, he says he just wants to get one of my husband and I....now did I mention that we were leaving to drive 8 hours after we left here? I was ready to hit the road after the family shot, but noooooo, they want to recreate our wedding day with a bunch of pictures of us leaning our heads into one another and gazing in each others eyes!!!
That's it! I lost it...and I mean literally, I think the photographer thought he might have to leave the room. My husband and I were both exhausted at this point and got so tickled at every move the photographer asked us to make that I started laughing, UNCONTROLLABLY!! It was quite embarrassing and I was deeply ashamed of my behavior. You can imagine what it was like when I had to go in and look at the proofs and listen to the sales lady (who was trying to sell the the $150 package) tell me how great the picture of me and my husband was with tears rolling down my face and my lips pursed together for fear of full on laughing explosion...not one of my finest moments.

A new kind of make-up

2010-09-08T20:13:00.001-04:00

Tomorrow I will be shopping for some new make up to cover my "black" circles under my eyes. At church tonight, a six year old came up to me and asked me what was "wrong" with my eyes?
Why was there black underneath them? What? Huh? I looked at the other adults who were behind her (not her parents) and asked them, "Do I have something black under my eyes?"
"No," they said.
I looked at the little angel and said, "It's called having three kids honey, you will understand when you're a mommy."
Kids say the craziest things! The sad thing is, I did put make-up on today...

Toenail Police

2010-08-24T22:26:00.002-04:00

As I was at the drugstore today picking up my colonoscopy prep...(ok, maybe I shouldn't have opened with that?), I noticed this woman's toenails who was checking out next to me. All I can say is , OH MY GOD!!!! No one should allow their toenails to grow out to the length where they could physically reach out with the foot and scratch your back!! Someone call 911 and get the toenail police here ASAP, this woman needs to be arrested for sure. I'm just glad she didn't see me taking the picture, for sure she would have donkey kicked me and scratched my eyes out!

The New Look

2010-08-18T21:47:00.000-04:00

I am one of those people who is CONSTANTLY wanting to re-arrange my furniture or trying to find new ways to organize my tupperware. Sometimes I do it just to drive LOML (Love of my Life) crazy. He calls it "my new system" when he comes home and he sees that I have emptied out all the cabinets thinking that if I move the plates to a new space it will make all of the clutter in my kitchen disappear. I think he likes to use it as a way to get out of unloading the dishes:) It's a little game we play, I move everything around, don't tell him where anything is and watch him go around the kitchen trying to find a cup. Moving furniture is a whole different ball-game, and it usually calls for a mid afternoon call to the office to get a feel for the mood before I start moving sofas and beds around. He is a very organized person and very neat...me? Not so much. As I said, I am in a constant moving, reorganizing mode. Hence the reason for the new look here- clean and somewhat un-cluttered...hope you like. But don't get used to it, I can almost promise you it will be different next week.

The Tugging Syndrome

2010-08-18T07:41:00.000-04:00

Baby Boy has found a new way of communicating these days...he grabs you by the collar, shirt tail, or pant leg (whatever he can reach at the moment) and pulls you where he wants you to go, generally grunting while he pulls. This is all very new to me- Baby Girl 1 and Baby Girl 2 never did anything like this. I have to admit, it's very cute, and I love watching him do it to other people. One night last week I did not find it so cute. I was standing at the stove cooking dinner wearing my elastic waist gym shorts....can you see where I am going with this? It was the great witching hour for those of us with small children, that time right before dinner when things seem to start unraveling at the seams, and BB was really quite frustrated by my lack of attention to his needs as I slaved over the hot pot of mac-n-cheese. After several failed attempts to get me to get him a cookie, he came up behind me for what I thought may be one of his sweet hugs around the legs...no, in an attempt to "pull" me to the cookie jar- he pulled my shorts down.

Note to self: always securely tie draw string shorts/pants while around small children.

Mad Men vs. Bewtiched

2010-08-12T21:29:00.000-04:00

Opening credits for Mad Men: Don Draper falling to his demise out of his office building in New York
vs.
Opening credits for Bewitched: Samantha flying over a city scape on her broom and wiggling her nose.

Marriage of Don and Betty: Fallen on hard times because of Don's lies and deception to his wife.
vs.
Marriage of Darrin and Samantha: Seems unstable due to the fact that Samantha is lying to everyone about her being a witch.

More??? You tell me.

2010-08-10T20:02:00.000-04:00

Holy cow, did you see that freight train that just rolled over me! Wow, that was a big one! Come on tiger, get back out there and keep it moving, two kids still need to get to bed and daddy ain't home yet! You can do it!!! And if anyone is actually reading this blog, can you please contact my doctor and ask him to please reconsider the "limited" caffeine (oh, and did I mention no diet cokes- not limited, but NONE?)? And yes, I think that he should be tested for drugs because he is obviously smokin' crack!