Thursday, August 30, 2007

AND HE DOESN'T EVEN USE ICE...

I have 4 ice trays that I keep in the freezer. It's not so hard that when you use the ice from them to refill them and put them back in the freezer.

Now Daddeee decided that he doesn't like this plan and did away with the ice trays. He wants us to buy ice from the store and just always keep a bag of it in the freezer.

So the other day, he goes out and buys this huge, 500 pound bag of ice. It takes up the entire upper shelf of the freezer that's in the refrigerator. Now, where am I going to put the required giant tub of ice cream? I'd keep it in the deep freeze but it freezes so hard, the jackhammer wakes the neighbors when I make my midnight chocolate shake.

So, after listing to me nag and bitch constructively criticise his choice, he moved the monstrous bag of ice to the deep freeze. Well, during the great transition, the bag splits open and a quarter of the ice falls all over the kitchen floor. Yes, being the supportive wife that I am, I split my sides open laughing at him.

So he decides to put the bag of ice into a trash bag for storage in the deep freeze. Cool idea except we use those nifty new trash bags that nothing will penetrate. It became time for the ice bucket in the freezer to be refilled and, of course, this must be my chore since no one else will refill it. I went to the deep freeze to tackle the trash bag containing the monstrous bag of ice only to find that these new nifty trash bags stick to the sides of the deep freeze. Yes, payback is hell, because I spilled ice all over the inside of the deep freeze!

Even funnier than this is the fact that the deep freeze is, just as it says, deep. Well, since I'm only 5'2", it was quite a sight, I'd imagine, with me leaning over the edge, feet flailing in the air, as I attempted to retrieve as many ice cubes from the bottom as possible. It's a good thing all my cussing like a sailor lady-like ranting hadn't drawn a whole lot of attention from anyone who just might have grabbed the camera.

The monstrous bag of ice is now gone and the ice cube trays have been restored to the freezer. Daddeee is still griping about the ice trays. The funny thing is, he doesn't even use ice.

I can see an ice maker being installed in my freezer in the near future.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Sunday, August 26, 2007

SWEET REVENGE...

A few weeks ago we were visiting my mom's house for a Chief's party. She is really adament about people wearing Chief's "garb" as it's called in my neck of the woods. She instated a rule that if you don't wear something Chiefs, you have to wear a pair of red panties.

Well, a friend of hers wasn't wearing the appropriate clothing so she told him he had to wear the panties. After a few drinks, he abliged. He even danced around in them for everyone (yes, I had my camera phone in hand).

Now, a few weeks later, I was talking and joking with a girl he works with. I showed her the video. She got quite a kick out of it and showed it to a few other co-workers.

Well, yesterday, I got a call from my mom asking if I was the one that shared the video. Her friend was mad saying he could get into trouble with his probation officer. First off, since when is it illegal to dance around in red panties? (Lock me up and throw away the key, I'm guilty!)

Second, if he's on probation and isn't supposed to be drinking, why was he doing it? He's just mad because he had to take a little ribbing at work (well probably a LOT of ribbing).

Well, the entire situation has just really ticked me off! I'm not normally a vengeful person but this instance is so incredibly silly, I decided to have fun with it.

Below is the video. Tell me if you think what he's doing is illegal.

REMINISCING...

I'm sitting here today trying to figure out what I want to blog about. After hearing Gooey say "Goggy, goggy" for what seems like the bazillionth time, I decided to post about some of the sayings that Bubba created over the years (or ones that we created for Bubba).

The saying that stands out most in my mind is "park it the back". This is the term he used for when we backed in one of the vehicles. We still, to this day, refer to backing in the van after buying groceries as parking it the back.

A few other terms that he created are "kimmisites and kimmis peasants" (phonetically spelled because of course, I have no clue how a 2 yr old spells such words). Kimmisites are Christmas lights and kimmis peasants, Christmas presents. Daddeee and I used to joke that the kimmis peasants contracted diseases like kimmisites. Well, it was funny to us.

A term that was created for Bubba by me was "jammified". Getting jammified is the act of putting on your pajamas. It still works to this day when I get ready for bed, I tell them I'm going to go take a shower and get jammified. It's a workable, easily pronounced term.

Now, Gooey isn't yet old enough to create his own terms. I know in the next year or two, he will and I can't wait to be humoured by them, but for now, I'm stuck hearing "Goggy" over and over and over again.

Saturday, August 25, 2007

SO MOVING...

I was clicking through some blogs and ran across Post Secret (possible adult content). Watch this video and click through my blog to view the website. It's amazing, it's moving, it's emotional.




I know while I was watching the video and viewing the website, I was thinking "what secrets do I have?" I plan to make a post card or 2 and send it in.

Bubba, if you're seeing this post, I don't want you viewing this without me. It's something we need to watch together and discuss.
THE NAAAAAAAME GAME....

Well, the Middle Name Game, anyway. Dawn over at Coming to a Nursery Near You tagged me for this fun meme.

It's goes like this:

Here are the rules:

1. You have to post these rules before you give the facts.
2. Players, you must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of their middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had.
3. When you are tagged you need to write your own blog post containing your own middle name game facts.
4. At the end of your blog post, you need to choose one person for each letter of your middle name to tag. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

Ok, now on to my middle name. It's no shocker that with a name like Jeanna (pronounced just like Gina, for those who don't know me personally) that my middle name is Marie. Now since I was tagged by Dawn and her middle name is also Marie, I didn't read hers so that I can't cheat (Dawn, I'll go back and read yours later).

M. I'm a mom (duh, right? Hence the title of the blog). I've been called mom, mommy, momma, mommeee (coming from when Bubba was little, he over enunciated his e's and mommy came out mommEEE and daddy was daddEEE). I was MomMom for a short while with Gooey, now currently calling me Meme (total coincidence about the MEME thing).

A. Animal lover. I love my dog, Ranger just like he was my own son. We currently have 2 hamsters, a hermit crab, a fish tank containing guppies, danios, a small catfish, and a snail, and, of course, Ranger.

R. Reading. I love to read. I just finished Book #13 for the Stephanie Plum series by Janet Evanovich. If you haven't read any of these, I HIGHLY recommend them. They'll make you pee your pants laugh out loud while you're reading them. Yes, people will look at you strange, but it's worth it. I also, love to read online. I'm always perusing websites to read people's stories.

I. Inventive and Imaginative (I couldn't decide on just one word). I like to invent stories and adventures for my family. Our recent Lampoon's Missouri Vacation from last month was one. I make up stories with my children all the time (and have since I was a little girl).

E. Exhausted. With the hours I work and taking care of 2 kids, a husband, and the small zoo I live with, I'm always tired. I exist on about 5 hours of sleep a night average. This is why I so look forward to my afternoon naps on the weekends. Their heaven in my mind.

Ok so there you have it. My middle name by letter. In case you're interested and I know you're sitting on the edge of your seat waiting to hear this, it came from my grandmother on my mother's side. Her name was Hazel Marie. If Gooey had been a girl, he'd have been Jillian Marie.

So, let me see who I can tag.

M. Mommy911 - I'm tagging you because I think you'll have fun with this.

A. Amanda at OhAmanda . You don't have enough going on with all the blogs you maintain so I thought I'd give you something to do :)

R. Is it sad that I don't know anyone who's name starts with an R (at least, that I can think of offhand).

I. Can't think of anyone for I either. Maybe I'm just too tired.

E. Stay tuned...I'm dwindling fast here.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

WE'RE NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE, TOTO...

We had a freakish storm blow through yesterday. It last only 10 minutes. During that 10 minutes, we had what seemed like 80-mile-an-hour wind, hail, 2 inches of rain, and lightening & thunder like you wouldn't believe. The tree in the front yard lost 3 of it's major branches. The cheap resin chairs in the backyard are now in the neighbor's yard. Not the next door neighbor, but the neighbor half way down the block (I haven't claimed them yet. I'm hoping I can convince DH that someone stole them so I can get new ones).

I took the past 3 days off work as sick days ~cough cough~ and actually managed to be productive with my time. I thoroughly cleaned the living room, kind of cleaned the kitchen, and, drum roll please, cleaned Bubba's room. I'm still traumatized. I'm in such shock, I can't talk about it. I think I have PTSD.

I can say this about it, though. I know now that I haven't been breaking as many drinking glasses as I thought and the garbage disposal hasn't eaten as many spoons as originally thought. Jimmy Hoffa has been located.

I still need to tackle his closets. Someday, I should write a book.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

RAMBLES...

Yes, yesterday's Wordless Wednesday (not-so-wordless, in my case) was The King, Elvis Presley. I'll admit I'm a huge Elvis fan. I listen to his music (have it on my mp3 player) and if I can catch a movie, I'll watch it. I've been to his house, although it was back before they opened up the upstairs. I'd like to go back again but can't seem to talk anyone into going with me.

Something else about me that I've never posted on this blog is that I'm a freebie-a-holic. I love to get free samples in the mail. I used to have daily boards I would visit but with time being a rare commodity lately, I've not done it as much as I'd like. Today, I took a few minutes and signed up for several. Walmart.com has several options for free samples that you qualify for if you sign up for an account (are there many people out there left that don't shop online at Wally World?).

Here's a link to another good sample:


Folgers Gourmet Selections. Get A Free Sample

I chose the Vanilla Biscotti.

Hmmm, what else is going on? Well, Bubba started Middle School this week. He seems to really be enjoying it but of course, it's still the first week so time will tell. I told him I DO NOT want to know the principal at this school. Last year, I received too many calls from the principal because Bubba couldn't keep himself out of trouble. He's been warned that the consequences have been raised this year.

I'm still waiting to hear if I get to move to the day shift at work. If they turn me down, I'll probably look for work elsewhere. I'm tired of not seeing my husband except while he is sleeping or on the weekends.

Gooey turned 19 months old this past weekend. I can't believe how time is flying.

Nothing much else is happening here. Hope all is well with yours and may life continue to bring you happiness.

WORDLESS WEDNESDAY...


Wednesday, August 15, 2007

WORDLESS WEDNESDAY...



It's not a toy box, it's a ....

(you name the photo!)


Saturday, August 11, 2007

WET, WILD, WONDERFUL WEEKEND!!!...

Not necessarily in that order, though.

It's wonderful because it's the weekend and I don't have to get up early in the morning like I have every other day this week. Bubba had Camp Viking at school so I had to deliver him by 8am each morning, only to turn around and get him at 11am. I was able to sneak in a few winks with Gooey during the gap but it doesn't count as good sleep since there was a break in there.

It's wild because tomorrow night is DATE NIGHT with Daddeee. We have a sitter all lined up and a $50 gift certificate to AMC. I think I'm going to make him "pick me up" for our date and take me to dinner too. We haven't decided what we're going to go see yet but I'll keep you posted.

It's wet because Sunday we're going to Adventure Oasis again. It had been several years since we'd gone then last Sunday we spent the day there. It's a fun little water park with waterslides, a pool, a kid's play area and best of all, a lazy river. We spent the day floating around and around. Gooey floated on a tube with Daddeee and me, and Bubba and his buddy went off on their own. This time we're going to pack a picnic lunch and have a white trash lovely picnic on the hatch of the van.

So now I'm off to spend some me time in front of the tube. I need to play catch up on some tv watching and I think I'll paint my nails. I don't know what color yet but I'll keep you posted on that too.

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Sunday, August 05, 2007

WTH???

The boys and I went to the City Market yesterday on a hunt for good veggies. We found tons of good deals and came home with zucchini, squash, onions, jalapenos, asparagus, among other things.

While we were walking around, these 2 bums men stopped us and ask if I could spare a extra coin. I give to charity at work and I work for charities whenever I get the opportunity. I don't believe in panhandling at all. I told him no. His response to me was "That's ok. I'm not mad at you." WTH??? He's not mad at me?

I get up and go to work everyday to support my family. What does he do? What would give him the right to be mad at me because I wouldn't share my hard earned money with him? If anyone should be mad, it should be me!

That goes for these people that stand on the street corner with their signs begging for money. Instead of standing there all day, why not go shower and get a job? I see help wanted signs all the time. I saw one when I got my job.

You can all flame me all you want but this is just how I feel.

Thursday, August 02, 2007

YUM-O!!!

No, this is not a recipe post. It's my way of supporting a cause I truly believe in.

Yum-O! is the new non profit organization created by Rachael Ray that "educates kids and their parents about cooking, enabling them to explore the joys of food while making meals that are easy, healthy, affordable and delicious. The first step is helping them get in the kitchen and cooking freshly-prepared meals. Yum-o! makes this process easy by removing the intimidation factor for new cooks."

According to statistics, we are working on being the first generation who's children do not live as long as their parents. It's sad but it's true. Part of the Yum-O! organization is a way to educate parents and kids about healthy eating.

You can visit the website and learn recipes that you can make with your children and you can also share recipes that you enjoy making with your child.

What I've mentioned is just a small part of what Yum-O! represents. Take a peak at Yum-O! and see what else it has to offer.

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

IT'S A COW THING...

On our trip back to KC on Sunday, we stopped at a convenience store somewhere north of Springfield but south of Sedalia. All I remember was the town name started with the letter "B". I picked up a fountain soda for me and a bottle of milk for Gooey. Once we got to the van, I opened the milk to put it into Gooey's sippy cup but when I opened it, I could smell it was sour. Bubba and Daddeee took the milk back into the store to exchange it. Every bottle with the expiration date of 8/1 was sour. They finally found one dated 8/3 that was good.

Once we were on the road, we were talking about it. I said maybe the cows were in a bad mood that day. Bubba, in his quiet way, spoke up after a short while and said "Mom, don't you mean the cows were in a bad MOOOOOOOOOOOd that day?"

We cracked up!

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Regarding this weeks Wordless Wednesday post: The fountain that Gooey is headed for is outside the Precious Moments Chapel in Carthage, Missouri. If you ever get an opportunity to visit, do so. It's free and well worth the time.
WORDLESS WEDNESDAY...