I BRING ALONG MY OWN COMIC...
Yesterday afternoon, Gooey, Daddeee and I made a trip to the grocery store. I made enchiladas last night so I had to go get all the fixin's.
The first section of our store is the produce aisle. Daddeee wanted green onions to top his enchiladas. I can't stand them, even the smell grosses me out. I like onions but green onions are just different. So I made him pick out his own.
He hollers over to me and asks "what are these things next to the green onions that look like green onions on steriods?"
They were leeks. Evidently, Daddeee has never seen a leek before. He asks if I've ever had a leek before. My answer was: Only in a pipe....ba dump dump. :)
Then it began. His comic tirade centered around this question: If you go into the grocery store and put a leek in your pocket and leave, will you be arrested for "taking a leek in the store"? It continued throughout the store and then continued last night while playing cards with friends.
I have to admit, he made me laugh.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
IT'S ROCKET SCIENCE, MY DEAR...
A friend asked me the other day how I make it as a working mom. She wanted to know how I manage to take care of a house, 2 kids, a husband, and a dog yet still manage to make it to work fully dressed, hair combed with a smile on my face. To be honest, I don't know.
If I had to sum it all up, it would be like this: margaritas, therapy, a sense of humor, a good book, nights out with friends, long hot showers, denial, a good cry in the car every week or so, chocolate, and this quotation: "The days are long but the years are short."
My house is cluttered, the dishes are always drying on the counter, my car needs vacuumed out, there's a load of laundry in the washer that needs to be moved to the dryer, and my sheets only get changed once a month.
I didn't plant spring bulbs in the fall, I didn't mail Christmas cards, I haven't opened my bank statements in months, didn't rake all the leaves before the snow fell, the kids don't get bathed every day, I neither floss nor moisturize daily. And the world has not fallen off of its axis.
It's all a matter of priorities. I would much rather spend my time with my family enjoying life rather than worrying that the floor didn't get vacuumed today (I know my mom is having a small heart attack as I type this).
A wise woman once told me in order to survive you need to take time to do things that make you feel healthy, happy, sane, and human. Lock yourself in the bathroom and read a novel for 10 minutes if you feel like it. Take a half hour in the shower, all by yourself. Tell your husband you're going out to run errands when he gets home from work and have a glass of wine with a girlfriend at 7 PM on a weeknight just because. Be a little selfish, because it will recharge your batteries and make you able to endure your children with more grace and humor.
It's these small things that make it possible.
As Emeril Lagasse says, "It's not rocket science."
A friend asked me the other day how I make it as a working mom. She wanted to know how I manage to take care of a house, 2 kids, a husband, and a dog yet still manage to make it to work fully dressed, hair combed with a smile on my face. To be honest, I don't know.
If I had to sum it all up, it would be like this: margaritas, therapy, a sense of humor, a good book, nights out with friends, long hot showers, denial, a good cry in the car every week or so, chocolate, and this quotation: "The days are long but the years are short."
My house is cluttered, the dishes are always drying on the counter, my car needs vacuumed out, there's a load of laundry in the washer that needs to be moved to the dryer, and my sheets only get changed once a month.
I didn't plant spring bulbs in the fall, I didn't mail Christmas cards, I haven't opened my bank statements in months, didn't rake all the leaves before the snow fell, the kids don't get bathed every day, I neither floss nor moisturize daily. And the world has not fallen off of its axis.
It's all a matter of priorities. I would much rather spend my time with my family enjoying life rather than worrying that the floor didn't get vacuumed today (I know my mom is having a small heart attack as I type this).
A wise woman once told me in order to survive you need to take time to do things that make you feel healthy, happy, sane, and human. Lock yourself in the bathroom and read a novel for 10 minutes if you feel like it. Take a half hour in the shower, all by yourself. Tell your husband you're going out to run errands when he gets home from work and have a glass of wine with a girlfriend at 7 PM on a weeknight just because. Be a little selfish, because it will recharge your batteries and make you able to endure your children with more grace and humor.
It's these small things that make it possible.
As Emeril Lagasse says, "It's not rocket science."
Sunday, December 23, 2007
LET'S ALL WEEWEECHU!!...
One beautiful December evening Pedro and his Girlfriend Rosita were sitting by the side of the ocean. It was a romantic full moon, when Pedro said, "Hey, mamacita, let's do weeweechu."
"Oh no, not now, let's look at the moon!" said Rosita.
"Oh, c'mon baby, let's you and I do weeweechu. I love you and it's the perfect time," Pedro begged.
"But I wanna just hold your hand and watch the moon." replied Rosita
"Please, corazoncito, just once, do weeweechu with me."
Rosita looked at Pedro and said, "OK, one time, we'll do weeweechu."
Pedro grabbed his guitar and they both sang.....
"Weeweechu a Merry Christmas, Weeweechu a Merry Christmas, Weeweechu a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year."
You all have such dirty minds!!!
FROM MOMMEEE, DADDEEE, BUBBA, GOOEY, AND RANGER, WEEWEECHU A MERRY CHRISTMAS!
One beautiful December evening Pedro and his Girlfriend Rosita were sitting by the side of the ocean. It was a romantic full moon, when Pedro said, "Hey, mamacita, let's do weeweechu."
"Oh no, not now, let's look at the moon!" said Rosita.
"Oh, c'mon baby, let's you and I do weeweechu. I love you and it's the perfect time," Pedro begged.
"But I wanna just hold your hand and watch the moon." replied Rosita
"Please, corazoncito, just once, do weeweechu with me."
Rosita looked at Pedro and said, "OK, one time, we'll do weeweechu."
Pedro grabbed his guitar and they both sang.....
"Weeweechu a Merry Christmas, Weeweechu a Merry Christmas, Weeweechu a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year."
You all have such dirty minds!!!
FROM MOMMEEE, DADDEEE, BUBBA, GOOEY, AND RANGER, WEEWEECHU A MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
IT'S ALL ABOUT 'ANTA OR IS IT?...
Saturday night we put up the Christmas tree and brought out the door wreath. Since then, it's been all about Santa (or 'anta, as Gooey says it). He points at anything remotely Christmasy and says " 'anta ". It's the cutest thing.
Sunday was Hubster's Holiday Party (politically correct way of saying Christmas Party) at his place of employment. We knew Santa would be there just has he has been in years past. I find this to always be an easy opportunity to get this kids' picture taken with the jolly old fellow. The line is always small and even better, the picture is free!
So, when we arrive, Gooey spots Santa up on the stage. It's all " 'anta 'anta 'anta!" We eat and enjoy the company of those around us, all the while watching Gooey point at the stage and continue his 'anta chant. Once we're done eating, we head up to the stage and await our turn with the white haired gentleman. Bubba takes Gooey and walks over to Santa. Immediately, the tears begin. Bubba tries to put Gooey on Santa's lap but he stiffens his body in defiance and the cry turns into a horrendous scream. I'm saddened because I so wanted a nice picture with Santa.
We finally ended up having Bubba sit on Santa's lap with Gooey sitting on Bubba's lap. Here's the picture we ended up with for this year:
Other than Gooey's belly showing, it's not too bad of a picture.
Saturday, December 08, 2007
I HAVE AN IDEA...
I was driving home from work yesterday behind a Kia Sportage that didn't have proper working brake lights. The third brake light was working but the main ones weren't. As I'm following this person, I began to wonder if he or she knew they were having a malfunction. I know that I would have no clue if my brake lights were working or not. (Note to self: Have Bubba help me test my lights today)
So I'm following this person and my mind begins to try to think of ways of letting he or she know. I couldn't pull up beside them on the highway and holler over. That would be silly. I thought if they pulled off the highway into a gas station or someplace like that, I could pull over too and let them know. They didn't pull off the highway before it was time for me to take my exit.
But, and here's the idea part, if everyone had their cell phone number on their vehicle, I could have called and informed them of the problem, possible saved them from getting pulled over by the law.
This idea would also help people release their frustrations regarding careless drivers. If someone cuts you off, you simply call their cell phone and give them a piece of your mind, hence giving them the chance to apologize. I know I've unintentionally cut someone off in traffic (mainly because their driving in my blind spot and I just plain couldn't see them) and I wished I could have apologized for the faux pas (and also informed them they should stay out of the blind spot).
I know this isn't a fool proof plan but it's an idea, anyway.
Not to mention, single people could meet the hottie in the sports car next to them!
I was driving home from work yesterday behind a Kia Sportage that didn't have proper working brake lights. The third brake light was working but the main ones weren't. As I'm following this person, I began to wonder if he or she knew they were having a malfunction. I know that I would have no clue if my brake lights were working or not. (Note to self: Have Bubba help me test my lights today)
So I'm following this person and my mind begins to try to think of ways of letting he or she know. I couldn't pull up beside them on the highway and holler over. That would be silly. I thought if they pulled off the highway into a gas station or someplace like that, I could pull over too and let them know. They didn't pull off the highway before it was time for me to take my exit.
But, and here's the idea part, if everyone had their cell phone number on their vehicle, I could have called and informed them of the problem, possible saved them from getting pulled over by the law.
This idea would also help people release their frustrations regarding careless drivers. If someone cuts you off, you simply call their cell phone and give them a piece of your mind, hence giving them the chance to apologize. I know I've unintentionally cut someone off in traffic (mainly because their driving in my blind spot and I just plain couldn't see them) and I wished I could have apologized for the faux pas (and also informed them they should stay out of the blind spot).
I know this isn't a fool proof plan but it's an idea, anyway.
Not to mention, single people could meet the hottie in the sports car next to them!
Sunday, December 02, 2007
HOW DID WE EVER DO IT?...
This weekend we made a trip down to the in-laws house in Springfield, Missouri. Hubster insisted on driving his new Oldsmobile SUV even though our mini van has more room. The trip there wasn't too difficult. We had just enough room for the luggage in the back (you'd think we wouldn't have much for an overnight trip but by the time you include diaper bag, Bubba's laptop, the camera, a suitcase, a backpack, etc., it was full).
Coming back was another story. We brought back the kids' Christmas presents in case we don't have a chance to see the grandparents again before the holiday. We were filled to the brim.
We began reminiscing on the way back about how we ever survived in our early years with just a 2 door Chevy Cavalier.
I bought the Cavalier in 1990. It was brand new with 19 miles on it when I drove it off the lot. It was a beautiful red little sports car.
I met Hubster in late 1992 and moved his belongings in the Cavalier right before we married in 1993. Somehow we managed to move everything except his bed and tv in that little car.
A year later, we bought a 30 gallon aquarium. Once again, we managed to do the impossible by using this little car to bring home the tank and large wooden stand. We could barely move in the car and couldn't see out the back window at all but somehow managed to succeed.
Then, along came Bubba in 1995. We still managed to survive with this little 2 door car. With carseat, luggage, diaper bag, playpen, Christmas gifts, etc., we still embarked on our annual trips to Springfield. We'd make the return trip almost popping at the seams in this tiny vehicle.
Now here we are, 12 years later, still making this same trip with 2 children, more luggage, a portable dvd player, laptops and whatever miscellaneous items you can think of. We're still coming home with barely room to move your feet let alone stretch out and take a snooze.
The next time we make this too-familiar journey, I will insist on taking my mini van. It's so much nicer to be able to stretch out and actually enjoy the trip.
This weekend we made a trip down to the in-laws house in Springfield, Missouri. Hubster insisted on driving his new Oldsmobile SUV even though our mini van has more room. The trip there wasn't too difficult. We had just enough room for the luggage in the back (you'd think we wouldn't have much for an overnight trip but by the time you include diaper bag, Bubba's laptop, the camera, a suitcase, a backpack, etc., it was full).
Coming back was another story. We brought back the kids' Christmas presents in case we don't have a chance to see the grandparents again before the holiday. We were filled to the brim.
We began reminiscing on the way back about how we ever survived in our early years with just a 2 door Chevy Cavalier.
I bought the Cavalier in 1990. It was brand new with 19 miles on it when I drove it off the lot. It was a beautiful red little sports car.
I met Hubster in late 1992 and moved his belongings in the Cavalier right before we married in 1993. Somehow we managed to move everything except his bed and tv in that little car.
A year later, we bought a 30 gallon aquarium. Once again, we managed to do the impossible by using this little car to bring home the tank and large wooden stand. We could barely move in the car and couldn't see out the back window at all but somehow managed to succeed.
Then, along came Bubba in 1995. We still managed to survive with this little 2 door car. With carseat, luggage, diaper bag, playpen, Christmas gifts, etc., we still embarked on our annual trips to Springfield. We'd make the return trip almost popping at the seams in this tiny vehicle.
Now here we are, 12 years later, still making this same trip with 2 children, more luggage, a portable dvd player, laptops and whatever miscellaneous items you can think of. We're still coming home with barely room to move your feet let alone stretch out and take a snooze.
The next time we make this too-familiar journey, I will insist on taking my mini van. It's so much nicer to be able to stretch out and actually enjoy the trip.
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