So, yesterday I was running errands with 2 of the 4 monkeys. Yes one did stay home with a stomach bug, which of course meant I needed to drag them all over the place. While we were waiting in line at the bank drive through, sick child said, "Mom, I need to go to the bathroom." I told him we were almost done and I would stop somewhere. I finished up the transaction, starting driving when sick child said to me, "Mom, I have to go number 2 like now." And of course, not wanting to be upstaged, the other child said, "I have to go number 4 like now."
Lessons Learned
1. At least he understands numerology.
2. I am afraid to even ask what number 4 is.
3. As I was related the story to everyone else, I didn't have to ask what number 4 is. They all had suggestions.
4. Based on last nights coversation, I hope I have never had number 4.
5. I hope you never have number 4, too.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Getting in Touch With Me
So, like given the current political climate....just kidding....no, not really, but this isn't very serious, so just roll with me for a few minutes.
Anywhoo....I decided that since we are moving in a decidedly socialist direction (deny all you want, it is what it is), I have decided to get in touch with my inner capitalist. YAY ME. I figure I can't preach to anyone (not that I am particularly preachy, I just is who I is) if I am not willing to put my money where my mouth is...hahaha, get it.
So I have signed up with Google Adsense. I didn't do this as a money venture, or as a method of income (if there is any though, really YAY me) but more along the lines of, I can, so why the heck not. It just kind of falls along the lines of , if a tree falls in a forest and no one is there, does it make a sound when it falls. More pragmatically, if you live in a country that preaches free enterprise, but encourages handouts is it really a capitalist economy? See what I mean.
So I have made the choice to make my own endeavor into the world of capitalism. It may be a baby step...but a step all the same.
Lessons Learned
1. This is fun.
2. This is really fun.
3. I'm not doing anything wrong, but I feel like I am sticking my tongue out while the teachers back is turned.
4. Wouldn't it be cool if this really turned into an income generating venture?
5. After my first million....dinner is on me.
Anywhoo....I decided that since we are moving in a decidedly socialist direction (deny all you want, it is what it is), I have decided to get in touch with my inner capitalist. YAY ME. I figure I can't preach to anyone (not that I am particularly preachy, I just is who I is) if I am not willing to put my money where my mouth is...hahaha, get it.
So I have signed up with Google Adsense. I didn't do this as a money venture, or as a method of income (if there is any though, really YAY me) but more along the lines of, I can, so why the heck not. It just kind of falls along the lines of , if a tree falls in a forest and no one is there, does it make a sound when it falls. More pragmatically, if you live in a country that preaches free enterprise, but encourages handouts is it really a capitalist economy? See what I mean.
So I have made the choice to make my own endeavor into the world of capitalism. It may be a baby step...but a step all the same.
Lessons Learned
1. This is fun.
2. This is really fun.
3. I'm not doing anything wrong, but I feel like I am sticking my tongue out while the teachers back is turned.
4. Wouldn't it be cool if this really turned into an income generating venture?
5. After my first million....dinner is on me.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Are You Freakin' Kidding Me?
I really wanted to post this...if for no other reason to make every one else feel better about their day.
I was picking up some prescriptions at Walgreens this evening. With their new, limited hours, we have decided that we never have any idea when they are open...so we always try and beat them at their own game and get there before six.
There was someone in the lane next to the big window, so I pull into the lane that has the cool little box thingy with the flappy door. Since I was only picking up and I use fast pay...hey no biggie, I'll be out of there in like two seconds.
So I use the little drive through microphone thing to tell them what prescriptions I need. They go get them and request my drivers license because one of them was a narcotic...yes a narcotic. Don't be frightened. So they send back my prescriptions with my license and as the little cage thing comes down and opens, it flings the bag of medications out at warp speed.
This is the sequence of events...no embellishment...I PROMISE.
1. The medication hits the car and falls to the ground (YAY gravity...Ummmm, Sir Isaac Newton couldn't you have discovered I don't know...calorie free desserts instead?).
2. I open the door to retrieve the medication (do you need the 10 second rule for medications like you do food?).
3. Said door hits the microphone/cage stand.
4. Door rebounds and hits my head.
5. Dazed, I shake my head.
6. I reach down to pick up the medication, and promptly rip the receipt off while simultaneously flinging the bag to an area I cannot reach.
7. I remove my flip flip to use as a tool for medication retrieval.
8. I get the medication bag back into range.
9. Put myself and medication back in the car (in a huff).
10. Shut foot in door.
11. Get foot out of the way.
12. Shut the door.
13. Drive Away.
14. Wonder where I can order a helmet for my own protection.
There you have it. I can't even manage to get medications without a MAJOR production.
Lessons Learned
1. If that ever happens again...make the pharmacy tech come get...it wasn't my stupid machine thingy that is flinging stuff all over the parking lot.
2. NEVER, EVER use that lane again...which happens to make number 1 obsolete.
3. Maybe we shouldn't use the cough medicine narcotic...on the other hand, I got no place to go but up.
4. Do you think I could have pulled a McGuyver and made a grabber-ma-bob out of the items in my purse?
5. Maybe I should stop blogging and move on to inventing....nah...that would take WAY to much effort.
I was picking up some prescriptions at Walgreens this evening. With their new, limited hours, we have decided that we never have any idea when they are open...so we always try and beat them at their own game and get there before six.
There was someone in the lane next to the big window, so I pull into the lane that has the cool little box thingy with the flappy door. Since I was only picking up and I use fast pay...hey no biggie, I'll be out of there in like two seconds.
So I use the little drive through microphone thing to tell them what prescriptions I need. They go get them and request my drivers license because one of them was a narcotic...yes a narcotic. Don't be frightened. So they send back my prescriptions with my license and as the little cage thing comes down and opens, it flings the bag of medications out at warp speed.
This is the sequence of events...no embellishment...I PROMISE.
1. The medication hits the car and falls to the ground (YAY gravity...Ummmm, Sir Isaac Newton couldn't you have discovered I don't know...calorie free desserts instead?).
2. I open the door to retrieve the medication (do you need the 10 second rule for medications like you do food?).
3. Said door hits the microphone/cage stand.
4. Door rebounds and hits my head.
5. Dazed, I shake my head.
6. I reach down to pick up the medication, and promptly rip the receipt off while simultaneously flinging the bag to an area I cannot reach.
7. I remove my flip flip to use as a tool for medication retrieval.
8. I get the medication bag back into range.
9. Put myself and medication back in the car (in a huff).
10. Shut foot in door.
11. Get foot out of the way.
12. Shut the door.
13. Drive Away.
14. Wonder where I can order a helmet for my own protection.
There you have it. I can't even manage to get medications without a MAJOR production.
Lessons Learned
1. If that ever happens again...make the pharmacy tech come get...it wasn't my stupid machine thingy that is flinging stuff all over the parking lot.
2. NEVER, EVER use that lane again...which happens to make number 1 obsolete.
3. Maybe we shouldn't use the cough medicine narcotic...on the other hand, I got no place to go but up.
4. Do you think I could have pulled a McGuyver and made a grabber-ma-bob out of the items in my purse?
5. Maybe I should stop blogging and move on to inventing....nah...that would take WAY to much effort.
Self Actualization...So S.A.D.
Okay, so as previously mentioned, we went to Hope of America last night (Awesome...in my very best opera voice).
We settled into our seats (with Kleenex firmly shoved up our nostrils...yup we were in the nosebleed section) and people began to fill into the seats around us, I began to get nervous. Not like, 'Oh my gosh, I'm about to get a new drivers license picture' nervous...but nervous, nervous.
I'm very lucky in that my husband saw I was not in a good place and he had me go and get some snackage for the fam. After an eternity in line...because the guy in front of me didn't ask his kids what they wanted BEFORE it was their turn, I finally got my hot dogs and drinks. I couldn't eat...I was so nauseated at that point, I was just hoping to make it through the night.
So I got the food back to the minions, and I settled into my 2 inch by 2 inch seat. The seats around us got very full and as a result I got very sweaty. And then my heart started racing, and I started sweating (like ewww, gross sweating)...and then I started hyperventilating. The lights began to dim and I began to swoon (not in a ballroom dancing 'romantic' dance kind of way...more like oh my gosh my life is flashing before my eyes kind of way), YIKES.
I shook my head and knocked some sense into me and managed to calm down enough to enjoy the show. Kind of...until the lady next to me slammed her two year old into the chair next to me. Okay, and let's just wind back on up.
They finally decided I was WAY to crazy sit by and left...thank goodness. Caleb was waking up from his little nap (a modern day miracle) and kicked my drink over. As I was warning the people in front of us, I knocked his drink over. YAY...are you kidding me? I WISH.
The show ended and I grabbed Caleb and Baylee and made a beeline to the bathroom. Once locked in the stall, I could breathe. There were no strangers touching me...HALLA-FREAKING-LUYAH.
We made it out, to the outside...no more cramped space. I could see the sky and stars. I sent every one else to the car and grabbed Savannah and made like magic for the car. POOF. I used my trademark, "If I don't look at them, the other cars don't exist" move and managed to get out of the parking lot in record time.
It took until Lindon before I finally stopped hyperventilating and my racing heart began to slow down.
So now we know that somewhere in my twisty, turny little imaginary world I developed Social Anxiety Disorder (get, it so S.A.D.). And wouldn't you know that the acronym for my disorder would be S.A.D. Maybe we could call it General Anxiety Disorder (G.A.D.) but then I would always be thinking about The Music Man when they always say Eeee Gads as a form of foul language. (sigh). We'll figure it out at some point.
Lessons Learned
1. Maybe I should tell my visiting teachers that they should only come one at a time.
2. Do you think this qualifies for disability?...maybe I can get my own Bailout from the government.
3. Do you think it is okay to put anti-perspirant on your face?
4. Feel free to come visit and help me through my identity crisis. But please, no groups and be prepared to wear a foil hat in case the aliens are monitoring that day.
5. Ya gotta laugh...they other option is to cry and I already have moisture issues around my head.
We settled into our seats (with Kleenex firmly shoved up our nostrils...yup we were in the nosebleed section) and people began to fill into the seats around us, I began to get nervous. Not like, 'Oh my gosh, I'm about to get a new drivers license picture' nervous...but nervous, nervous.
I'm very lucky in that my husband saw I was not in a good place and he had me go and get some snackage for the fam. After an eternity in line...because the guy in front of me didn't ask his kids what they wanted BEFORE it was their turn, I finally got my hot dogs and drinks. I couldn't eat...I was so nauseated at that point, I was just hoping to make it through the night.
So I got the food back to the minions, and I settled into my 2 inch by 2 inch seat. The seats around us got very full and as a result I got very sweaty. And then my heart started racing, and I started sweating (like ewww, gross sweating)...and then I started hyperventilating. The lights began to dim and I began to swoon (not in a ballroom dancing 'romantic' dance kind of way...more like oh my gosh my life is flashing before my eyes kind of way), YIKES.
I shook my head and knocked some sense into me and managed to calm down enough to enjoy the show. Kind of...until the lady next to me slammed her two year old into the chair next to me. Okay, and let's just wind back on up.
They finally decided I was WAY to crazy sit by and left...thank goodness. Caleb was waking up from his little nap (a modern day miracle) and kicked my drink over. As I was warning the people in front of us, I knocked his drink over. YAY...are you kidding me? I WISH.
The show ended and I grabbed Caleb and Baylee and made a beeline to the bathroom. Once locked in the stall, I could breathe. There were no strangers touching me...HALLA-FREAKING-LUYAH.
We made it out, to the outside...no more cramped space. I could see the sky and stars. I sent every one else to the car and grabbed Savannah and made like magic for the car. POOF. I used my trademark, "If I don't look at them, the other cars don't exist" move and managed to get out of the parking lot in record time.
It took until Lindon before I finally stopped hyperventilating and my racing heart began to slow down.
So now we know that somewhere in my twisty, turny little imaginary world I developed Social Anxiety Disorder (get, it so S.A.D.). And wouldn't you know that the acronym for my disorder would be S.A.D. Maybe we could call it General Anxiety Disorder (G.A.D.) but then I would always be thinking about The Music Man when they always say Eeee Gads as a form of foul language. (sigh). We'll figure it out at some point.
Lessons Learned
1. Maybe I should tell my visiting teachers that they should only come one at a time.
2. Do you think this qualifies for disability?...maybe I can get my own Bailout from the government.
3. Do you think it is okay to put anti-perspirant on your face?
4. Feel free to come visit and help me through my identity crisis. But please, no groups and be prepared to wear a foil hat in case the aliens are monitoring that day.
5. Ya gotta laugh...they other option is to cry and I already have moisture issues around my head.
Hope of America
This was the first year that we went to Hope of America. It was absolutely wonderful. Savannah was so excited that she drove us nuts trying to get us to the car to be there on time. The sad thing is we were so freaked out by her getting us in the car, I forgot the camera. Yes, that would be #218 on why I will never be mother of the year sigh.
I thought the show was appropriately titled, especially given the current climate in our nation. I have been so dejected lately, wondering if as a country we will ever be able to heal some of these wounds. After watching last night, I had hope for the first time in a long time. So I thought I would share some of my hopeful thoughts.
1. I have hope (and faith) that our children, provided we do our jobs as parents, have been blessed with the necessary strength to rectify the hurt in this country and more importantly world.
2. I have hope (and faith) that as Americans we can once again show the world that independence, hard work and diligence will allow us to weather any storm and be stronger for the trial. [I was particularly struck by this as we were singing the Star Spangled Banner. Especially at the part 'And our flag was still there'. Regardless of trial...we will still be there.]
3. I have hope (and faith) that God works in mysterious and miraculous ways and will continue to do so, especially when we turn to Him.
4. I have hope (and faith) that we will all be able to dream and overcome adversity as long as we USE the rights and freedoms we have been blessed with. The right to free speech means nothing if you won't talk.
5. I have hope (and faith) that it will get better.
So there's m'thoughts. I was so filled with love of this nation, especially those who serve and protect. And will continue to pray daily for those who have sacrificed so much. I will continue to ask for continued blessing upon the leaders in the nation and world, that they will be guided to protect us and allow us to remain free.
Lessons Learned
1. Even though I have always believed these things, this was one of those times that I was very humbled by how fortunate I am...especially now.
2. I am filled with gratitude that I am able to ramble and spout...many others are not so lucky.
3. I am proud of Savannah, because along with the songs, I believe she has developed a sense of reverence regarding what living in America means.
4. I am grateful for people who work so hard to enforce the principles and values this country was founded on.
5. I need to remember to offer at least as much gratitude as help I ask for...otherwise it all doesn't mean a thing.
I thought the show was appropriately titled, especially given the current climate in our nation. I have been so dejected lately, wondering if as a country we will ever be able to heal some of these wounds. After watching last night, I had hope for the first time in a long time. So I thought I would share some of my hopeful thoughts.
1. I have hope (and faith) that our children, provided we do our jobs as parents, have been blessed with the necessary strength to rectify the hurt in this country and more importantly world.
2. I have hope (and faith) that as Americans we can once again show the world that independence, hard work and diligence will allow us to weather any storm and be stronger for the trial. [I was particularly struck by this as we were singing the Star Spangled Banner. Especially at the part 'And our flag was still there'. Regardless of trial...we will still be there.]
3. I have hope (and faith) that God works in mysterious and miraculous ways and will continue to do so, especially when we turn to Him.
4. I have hope (and faith) that we will all be able to dream and overcome adversity as long as we USE the rights and freedoms we have been blessed with. The right to free speech means nothing if you won't talk.
5. I have hope (and faith) that it will get better.
So there's m'thoughts. I was so filled with love of this nation, especially those who serve and protect. And will continue to pray daily for those who have sacrificed so much. I will continue to ask for continued blessing upon the leaders in the nation and world, that they will be guided to protect us and allow us to remain free.
Lessons Learned
1. Even though I have always believed these things, this was one of those times that I was very humbled by how fortunate I am...especially now.
2. I am filled with gratitude that I am able to ramble and spout...many others are not so lucky.
3. I am proud of Savannah, because along with the songs, I believe she has developed a sense of reverence regarding what living in America means.
4. I am grateful for people who work so hard to enforce the principles and values this country was founded on.
5. I need to remember to offer at least as much gratitude as help I ask for...otherwise it all doesn't mean a thing.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Juliet...this ones for you
A padded basketball standard.
Lessons Learned
1. Don't you so wish you knew what I was talking about?
2. Because I wish I knew what I was talking about.
3. Actually, I do know what I am talking about...I just don't want the whole world to know what I am talking about.
4. When I am trying to keep 'secrets' I think I should probably stay away from blogging.
5. I am now so confused, that I think Lesson #2 is actually accurate.
Lessons Learned
1. Don't you so wish you knew what I was talking about?
2. Because I wish I knew what I was talking about.
3. Actually, I do know what I am talking about...I just don't want the whole world to know what I am talking about.
4. When I am trying to keep 'secrets' I think I should probably stay away from blogging.
5. I am now so confused, that I think Lesson #2 is actually accurate.
Friday, May 1, 2009
I Don't Know How I Feel About This....
Yesterday was Caleb's fourth birthday.
As the caboose of the family, birthdays for him are usually on the rough side. So many people, activities and stuff...so little time.
On his third birthday, he absolutely refused to admit that he was having a birthday. He spent the entire day crying and telling anyone who would listen that it wasn't really his birthday...it was Savannahs. Denial will get him nowhere...that is a life lesson that he is going to learn the hard way.
Yesterday morning he was awakened by his oldest sister screaming happy birthday, jumping on his bed, yada, yada, yada. After trying to stay asleep and in bed, he finally wandered down the stairs with his faithful blankey dragging behind. He pushed his head against the stair rail and uttered a soft good morning. I offered my over-exuberant birthday wishes at which point, he looked at me and said, "I don't know how I feel about this." Then promptly went back to bed.
Is that what happened on my 29th birthday (again)? Apparently, aging is optional.
Lessons Learned
1. You are as old as you feel...I'm guessing Caleb is still feeling three-ish.
2. Maybe we should abolish birthday and just celebrate each other every day....
3. I think I should work on Calebs birthday etiquette...he thinks he is supposed to play with each present as he opens it.
4. It is not often you get to witness pure, unadulterated joy...milk it for all it's worth.
5. I'm so glad that he's my boy.
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