December 08, 2010

In Good Company

"The days of our lives, for all of us, are numbered," she wrote. "We know that. And yes, there are certainly times when we aren't able to muster as much strength and patience as we would like. It's called being human. But I have found that in the simple act of living with hope, and in the daily effort to have a positive impact in the world, the days I do have are made all the more meaningful and precious. And for that I am grateful."

-Elizabeth Edwards


I felt so compelled and inspired to re-post this quote as I read about the passing of Elizabeth Edwards last night.  What grace.  And I just took a moment to reflect on all the recent tragedy in her life in the last couple of years; as if being a politicians wife wasn't hard enough.  She battled cancer and urged her husband to remain in the presidential race despite her illness.  Later when her husband's indiscretions were revealed and she was publicly humiliated, she stood strong, graceful as ever.  And then posted the above quote knowing she only had weeks if not days to live.  Political views aside, she is an amazing human being.  I read that she was surrounded by her children, family and friends at the time of her death.  


This short and definitely unworthy post is dedicated to her just to acknowledge that she did have a positive impact on my life, in a small, quiet way...today.  I feel that I was in very good company as a woman and as a human being while she walked this earth.

December 07, 2010

Post It Note Tuesday-Triple Dog Dare

In the spirit of Christmas and Post It Note Tuesday, I've decided to Post some of my favorite quotes from what I believe to be one of the all time best Christmas movies ever!  The script is nothing short of brilliant, and I never tire of watching it.  It is on my bucket list to visit that house in Ohio where the movie was shot before I die.  Apparently TBS also thinks this is a great film too, as they run it for 24 hours straight on Christmas Day!  Enjoy!!!




Daddy's gonna kill Ralphie!

I can't put my arms down!

I triple dog dare ya!


It was, it was.....SOAP.





Only Parent Chronicles

November 20, 2010

Just Gotta....

Sorry, I just have to do it.  That's right, put my in my two cents and jump on the "major upset" bandwagon.  I am a reality television junkie, but missed last nights DWTS, a.k.a. ABC's Dancing With The Stars.  I was certainly surprised to hear the outcome.  Brandi and Maks voted off, and Bristol Palin and Mark IN!  Facebook has been a-buzz with the news.  You would've thought health care reform passed or something...wait....And how many posts proclaim if she wins, they'll never watch again.  Liars.  (And I mean that in the nicest way possible)  You will watch again, next season they'll stack the celebrity contestant group with people we just love to hate.  So I'm going to play devils advocate here.  I, am really not all that upset by this.  As entertaining as it is to watch Brandi and Maks, and I love me some Maks.  He and Erin were my fave last season, he is sassy and sexy, love him!  So obviously they were my faves and I thought they had the competition in the bag.  But what irks me a bit about the show, is that yes, obviously Maks and Brandi were going to win.  She has been a singer, dancer and actress all her life.  She had basically trained for this all her life.  If she (Brandi) were to totally stink, have no rhythm and show no emotion or showmanship, that would be suspect.  This IS was she does for a living.  I couldn't expect a 16 year old to drive as well as I do, because they haven't been driving for as long as I have (only 10 or so years, HAH).  I understand the celebrity thing.  But the fun of the show is to see the people who can't dance, do it.  Unless you're Kate Gosselin, I like her, but watching her dance was like watching a puddle evaporate; long and ridiculous.  Well, that's just my opinion, I don't really care who wins...I will watch next season....and I won't be scarred for life.  Dance on Palin!

Ps.  This post may or may not reflect political views, but it is HIGHLY opinionated as usual.

November 15, 2010

For You

Good Morning,
This is God.
I will be handling
All of your
Problems today.
I will not need
Your help, so have
A miraculous day.

Dr. Wayne Dyer

November 02, 2010

The Lump, The Bump And A Resurrection: Part III

Part 3: A Resurrection

And....a correction.  A hopeful resurrection.  I suppose a girl can dream can't she?  If there was suppose to be more than ONE resurrection, THE resurrection wouldn't have been so significant.  And laptops don't take away the sin of the world and lil' ol' me.  Okay, clarification already.  R.I.P. Laptop.  That is the dandy little clincher to my fabulous week of woe.  I was hoping it was something minor, like a battery issue, or a virus for goodness sake.  But a black screen, zero boot, and a techie bro-in law all clued me in to the inevitable....

No more cozy blogging from my office, a.k.a. my bed.  This is going to put a serious kink in my blogging style.  I have to blog in a office chair, during normal business hours, how is a girl to create?  How is a girl to vent?  How is a girl to write and re-write four compositions before finally deciding to blog about how many times I have to pee in one day?  My world, will not, correction, has not been the same. 

I know there will be others, laptops and men that is.  But enough already.  It all looks good in the store with all the bells and whistles, and then they quit on you.  Should've got the warranty.

So here I sit, wholly uninspired, as most of my blogging takes place betwixt the magical hours of elevenish to midnight.  Mojo, gone.  Obviously.  How long did it take me to write the craptastic three part series of the events of one week, how many weeks ago?

I shall try hard to make it up to you, but promise nothing. 

In other news, Halloween is over, wooo-hoooo.  I've looted my kids bags and am ready to throw out the candy.  I do it every year.  But this year, thanks to my fab MOPS group, I got an even better idea....the sugar witch.  Stayed tuned, I'm going to try it, if all goes well, I'll be back to tell the tale.

And p.s. one of these days, I'm going to do a post and insert the suggested spell check words for all my non-words...it would be pretty cantabiles (fantabulous).


October 22, 2010

The Lump, The Bump, And A Resurrection: Part II

Part 2: The Bump

So, on with the story....the bump.  Smack dab in the middle of the Lump crisis.  Car trouble.   Who needs that?  It is something you know will be coming at some point, sometimes there is even a hint or a light to warn you, but we are still  just never prepared.  I know we all find ourselves praying that it's something "small", and not an overhaul, or heaven forbid a new car.  During the diagnosis period I find myself stressing over my bank account, public transportation and my million obligations (as which I can squeak out of without too much upset).

That morning, my 5 year woke up with the stomach flu.  Vomit about every half and hour.  Joy.  I HATE puke.  I don't think anyone likes it, but I'd rather clean up poop or snot any day than puke.  I had to get the boy to Day Treatment (as you know, a 60 mile round trip).  So I made lunch, took temperatures, got ready for work, and begged the kid's Dad to adjust his schedule to care for my little sick girl while I went to work.  I had already missed a day of work the previous week due to a random 100 degree temp.  I carried the drama queen to the car, Tupperware puke bucket in tow, and strapped in the boy and we were off. 

We made it to school, the boy was in.  Now back home to get this little girl into bed.  I pulled out of the drop-off spot, slowly rolled over the speed bump; at which time heard an unfamiliar noise when I accelerated, and trust me, there was no acceleration to be had.  I rolled into a siding, said a prayer aloud, and turned off the car, in hopes starting it up again would miraculously fix everything.  The old turn it off and on again fix-it method, often also referred to as "reboot and hold your breath".  Not so much.  Crap.  That's putting it nicely.  I was surprisingly calm...and then said, "you've got to be kidding me".

I put out the S.O.S. to anyone I thought would be of service.  Might I just add, thank sweet Jesus for cell phones.  What would I have done if I had to find a pay phone, or carry my puking kid back into the school to use the phone.  My poor little girl was laying in the backseat throwing up.  Long and short, God was looking out for us.  My sister had a mechanic friend who worked only 2 miles away and came directly to me to see if he could tighten a belt or hose or pump or something.  Please God make it something that easy.  And by the way, when was the last time any car repair has been something minor?  I should go to school to be a mechanic, now that is permanent job security!

The news was not good.  The "T" word.  Transmission.  But, but, but...no warning light...no weird sounds...no nothing...just a speed bump!  I got a ride home with my little one and put her right to bed, I reluctantly called into work....again.  And my ride was towed to the shop. 

My day was filled with stress.  How was I going to do this?  Get my kids to school on practically opposite ends of the state and get to work?  I have our whole transportation schedule worked out to the minute.  (I don't even want to think about what I'm going to do when the snow begins and adds another 30-45 minutes of drive time).  I'll just ignore it and it will go away right?  Why do I live in Minnesota again?  It is suppose to snow on Halloween, sigh.  It's not El Nino or global warming, it's just Minnesota.

Long story longer...the transmission is rebuilt and good to 350,000 miles.  It will no doubt outlive me I'm sure.  I am grateful to my parents who just did what needed to be done, and took that big chunk of stress right out of my hands.  I'm back behind the wheel, and back to the old routine, and everyone is healthy again.

My near breakdown is to come in Part 3, where yes, there is something else.  Seriously?  Like I said, I need a reality show.  If I had a reality show, would they be able to give me a ride home?  When my son takes off running in Walmart at least I would know where he is because I'd see the camera person filming him doing the 50 yard dash.  And then I'd be able to afford to get my transmission fixed.  Okay TLC, hook a single Momma up here:)



October 20, 2010

The Lump, The Bump, and A Resurrection: Part One

Part I: The Lump

So, I've come to the conclusion that I should get my own reality show.  Really.  What would I name it?

Cari minus six with a lot less money

Stupid People, Cruel World (okay that's a bit harsh)

Cari's Believe It Or Not

OMG

I don't know, but I swear I couldn't script this stuff.  So I'm going to break the last week down for you into three parts.  Part One, The Lump.

If you're a woman, 'nuff said.  You know when someone says the word "lump" it triggers a myriad of visions and fears, exams, mammograms, and well simply put, breast cancer.  Well, I've been slacking off and haven't done a self-exam in a year.  {Now mind you, I am sharing this in hopes that I will inspire some other woman to do a self breast exam and catching the C-word early, if breast cancer is detected early, it can be treated, cured, and so on; so bear with me, it's personal}  So it is October and it is Breast Cancer Awareness Month, it's all around us, so I said, "self, haven't done that in awhile, I'm not getting younger, better check out the girls".  After my moments of pity during said exam where I realized that I no longer had "can go with or without a bra" boobs to National Geographic status, I felt something I can only describe like an orange circus peanut piece of candy in girl on the right.

Something was not right.  Something was there.  I was petrified.  I think I rechecked a million times.  It wasn't familiar, was it a lump?  Who even knows what a lump feels like?  We hear it all over the media like when you find a lump you'll know immediately, like it has twinkling red lights and a buzzer or something.  Boy Susan G. Komen, you sure know how to hyperventilate a girl.

I made an appointment immediately.  And while I waited...while I waited for that appointment, in the car, in the shower, at work, in my sleep, I thought about everything I could lose...if.

Suffice it to say, I was terrified.  I confided in my sister, who lovingly accompanied me to the doctors office should I need to be scraped off the floor from my puddle of blathering tears and denial.

Everything was fine.  Indeed there was need for concern, as assured my my doctor.  But after a VERY thorough exam, no lump, just a "dense ridge".  Babies and Breastfeeding change a girl forever.

So I inquired then, how will I know?  Apparently a "lump" feels almost like a pea or marble.  You can get your fingers all the way around it.  Well, good to know, I was clueless up to this point. 

I am so thankful.  An answered prayer for me, but probably not for some other Mom out there.  Right now, someone is finding a lump and thinking what if, right now, someones doctor is relaying some life altering news, right now someone....

The whole experience was enough to shake me to my core.  I encourage all you ladies to do an exam, my prayer for you is that you are healthy and marble free.



Next, Part 2, The Bump.

October 19, 2010

Knock, Knock...

Hi Friends.

I am here.  I miss my blog.  I am in process of drafting my next post, which I think is going to have to been split into chapters, and so titled....A Bump, A Lump, and a Resurrection.

I have suited up my armor and have been fighting Blue Cross Almighty on my son's behalf.  I'm about to submit some health care reform of my own, but it would have to many expletives, so I will wait. 

The hurdles as of late have been getting closer together and higher....{sigh}

Both kid's school conferences today, they are pretty much perfect, except for when they're not, and it should go well, unless it doesn't. ( How Dr. Seuss of me.)

Stay tuned, day off tomorrow, and I'm dedicating so time to blogging....unless....:)

Hope you have a wonderful day!

October 05, 2010

Whose Life Is This Anyway?

Hi Friends.

I just erased my draft, and am starting over. Previous blog post, to be, if you will, was a catch up on the family, school, etc. Boring. I'll have plenty of time for boring; right now I have a few things to get off my chest. Warning, it may still be boring. I promise nothing.  I have been so busy the last few weeks. It seems like its one thing after another, housing issues, insurance issues, co-parenting issues, and in the midst of it all, the boy decides to potty train. I was near a nervous breakdown. Perhaps had one?  Not sure, to be continued...Things are leveling out though....I will find out this week if the boy will be able to stay in Autism Day Treatment (%^&^ insurance) or be asked to leave. Prayers and positive thoughts welcome, I will go into insurance tangent another day. While I'm waiting to hear from Blue Cross Almighty there are some things I won't be doing....


I certainly will not be eating cookies while watching ThinTervention.


I will not be reading a book while I should be filling out more freakin' paperwork. SOOO glad I won't be doing that!


I would never feed my kids pizza three consecutive nights in a row (their choosing) instead of cooking a nourishing vitamin packed meal.


I wouldn't contemplate some road rage-esque stunt (no Thelma and Louise, just maybe a little Towanda from Fried Green Tomatoes) as I travel my 110 mile trek to schools and back hitting rush hour which equals 3 hours in the car.  Keep watching local news, hopefully mugshot photo will be on a good hair day, although I'd wager ponytail.


I could never even conceive of not calling my friends back, who are just checking in on me because I was feeling too sorry for myself.


Never. But I would find myself often thinking, "whose life is this anyway?” This isn't what I signed up for. I know life never is. I know I've got to weather the storm here, but I've lost me sea legs (arrr). When I am at parent pick-up for school, I see who I used to be. I see the person I was, the one I signed up to be. I see the stay-at-home Mom, with her baby in tow, wonderful husband who just told her to have a night out to herself, beautiful suburban house and weekly play dates with time to volunteer and go to coffee with the other Moms. I used to be her. Now I feel like I'm an outsider looking in to what my life used to be. My sweet little protective bubble in the burbs, burst. My son has Autism, and has an extraordinary time with transition. Me too, maybe I have Autism? I don’t look like I have Autism. {Insert Sarcasm here} I don't know how to be this new person. I don't know how to fill these new shoes, and be a Single Mom, and do it all. I didn't sign up for that and it makes me angry. Angry that someone else made those decisions for me, and I had no say. I had no voice in the direction my life has gone, because someone else was too selfish, someone else always put his needs above that of his family and obligations. Everyday, I think I get better at this, being the new me, picking up pieces of my broken life, and pulling the glue out of my back pocket. The least I could hope for is to get a good high off the fumes of the glue right? Nope, I’m too responsible for that, and it’s not my thing.


So I wonder. Is there anyone out there who is really content? Is that achievable? For your average suburban Mom I mean. I know lives never work out as we plan them; there is a greater power at the wheel. We Mom's work so hard at making our lives "look" perfect, our homes, our families, even ourselves. Only a few extremely strong women I know have willingly put it all out there, and I admire them for that. In fact, I like them more. If I thought back to all the times I apologized for my house not being tidy enough, or my food good enough, or my car, child' behavior, or my unshowered disheveled self running late...again.


I feel I am getting braver. I am going to try hard to be more honest and not so apologetic. Although, I have to say, I’ve put a lot out there in the last year, and it is freeing. That has been a great lesson learned in this experience thus far. Perhaps I should have renamed my blog, Dirty Laundry 101.  Right now, I am what I am; I'm giving all that I can give, my circumstances seemingly dramatic are real, and for that I won't apologize. I have found great support in becoming a single Mom, groups, blogs, networks, you name it; same thing found in being a parent to a child with special needs. I just think that the old suburban "perfect" Me could've used a support group too. Sometimes, even though our circumstances may not seem that bad, heck maybe a bad trip to the grocery store with tantruming kids has almost pushed you to the brink; in that moment, nothing else seems as big. And that Mom leaves the store, screaming child in hand, feeling judged, embarrassed, and maybe even alone.  Or, maybe I just did.


So, I guess this is my life. Correction, no guessing necessary, it is a fact, this is my life.  Crazy, upside down, pathetic. But mine. I make the decisions now where I go from here, and that's a pretty good starting point.

Up a creek without a paddle.  Thank God for the glue in my pocket.







September 14, 2010

ALIVE!

Friends, I am alive!  Getting the kids, and myself into the new routine has taken some adjustment.  I will be back and posting soon, hopefully tomorrow.  If I had time to Post It Note today, as it is Tuesday, it would read....Is a day off really a day off?  Seems like I am just as busy, if not more.

September 07, 2010

Post It Note Tuesday-Hoping It Sticks

That One Mom















Post It Note Tuesday got a new home...click on "That one Mom" post it to check it out and join in!




September 06, 2010

The Stew Room

Here I sit in my office, i.e, my bedroom; lying in my comfy bed, nervous, scared, anxious.  Tomorrow is the first day of school.  Drama queen heads off to Kindergarten, and the boy to Autism Day Treatment.  I will actually have two hours to myself tomorrow.  The list I've written will not be accomplished in that time, this much I know.  Thought I'd share my list, (no, I didn't copy yours, this is an original baby)....
  1. Laundry
  2. Cleaning
  3. Paperwork (blah, always paperwork)
  4. Work
  5. Clean out the car
  6. Post Office
  7. Grocery Store
  8. Time for me...relax?
I know what the priority needs to be.  I am running on empty here as of late, making it on caffeine, a quick bite here and there, and adrenaline from running here to there.  I don't want school to start, because I know then for sure, there will be no time to slow down.  It seems as if the summer passed in the blink of an eye, and my October calendar is already filling up.  I so badly want to just slam on the breaks and pull over.  (I now envision a beautiful "Little House on the Prairie-esq" field full of wild flowers up to my knees and me running through them in slow motion-skinny...and with long shiny hair...well manicured...and NO ponytail) It's my fantasy, why not. Note: There are no men there.  I have always snuck in the me time, but I am feeling that I need a re-charge and I am looking for balance.  I could just say to heck with it and take a nap for the two hours, but then I will have to scramble to make up for the list cited above, and the rest of this week doesn't look like it's giving me an inch!

I am so lucky to have connected with a wonderful group of single mom bloggers, and well wonderful bloggers all around.  So I ask you Moms, how do you find your me time?  The co-parenting (slim co-parenting) time the kids spend with BD allows me to work without paying even more childcare costs than I do already.  My days are filled with constant errands and appointments, a full time job, and my 50 mile round trip to therapy 4 times a week, now increases to 5 with Day Treatment. 

My soul is in need of some restoration.  I need to be filled again with all of that goodness and simplicity in life that makes it so wonderful.  So help me out Mommy's...and don't say take a bath.  Nearly impossible.  That would just be a tease.  Not two minutes into it and my kids would start WWII, then I would just be dripping wet; or if I wait until they go to sleep, I may drift off and drown, then my children would be Mommy-less.  There I go relaxing again....

I really want to know...how many Mom's out there really, and I mean really, deliberately carve out some time in their day/week/hour for some me time?  What do you do?  HOW do you accomplish this?

September 04, 2010

Saturday Nine: Half the (Wo-)Man I Used To Be



1. Do you feel that you are essentially the same person that your were ten years ago?  NO WAY!!!  I'd like to know who is, but I am not even the same one bit.  I still have friends from 20 years ago, so in some ways I must still be the same.  We all change and grow by experiences, I believe that makes you who you are.  Every milestone in life changes you, your values and what you value increases.  High School changes you, college changes you, living on your own changes you, dating changes you, marriage, children, grandchildren, so on and so on.  For example, you may not value friendship until you hit rock bottom and really need a friend and someone is there for you even though you may not have been there for them. 


2. Is there something that you have to give all or nothing to?  I wouldn't say nothing.  I pretty much give my all in every aspect of my life, or I have been known to do things mediocre.  So many things I wish I could give my all to, my kids, to God; but that will come when my world stops spinning just a tinge.  I give nothing to drama.  I'm out.  Don't want it, don't want to hear it, don't even want to be within a 5 mile radius of it.  Unless by court order via divorce decree.

3. Have you ever gambled? What have you bet on and for how much?   Only slots.  Never saw the big deal with gambling, and I don't really bet one anything.

4. Can you sleep anywhere or does it have to be in a bed? BED!!  I am a snob.  I CAN sleep on a plane.  But not in a car, on a train, in a boat, with a goat, I will not, will not Sam I AM.  I'm an inside kind of girl, no camping for me either.

5. Tell us about the most disastrous or embarrassing first impression you've ever made on someone.  Well it's like a full blown I told ya so right in the face.  With my ex, our first date I was totally hammered, ie. drunk.  I had just had an way too long happy hour with my girlfriends, came home to "rest", and fell asleep as he rang the doorbell for 10 minutes.  Not my finest moment.  But that might say a lot, hummm.

6. Do you have a memorable "ripped clothing" moment in your life? No? How about in someone else's? In 5th grade I was on the "safety patrol".  I was in charge of drop off duty, I had to go open the car door for kids and escort them to the door of the school safely.  One morning, halfway through shift, a downpour began.  I had an umbrella and carried on.  When I got to class I was soaked, and mind you all the other patrolers bailed.  All the kids in my class totally laughed at me.  I will never forget how embarrassed I was.  I had done something I was proud of and thought was admirable and I was made to feel like an idiot. Kids can be so rough.  Even my teacher (a gem she was by the way, worst teacher ever, and fired after that year) also joined in the fun.  That brought my self-esteem down a few notches to say the least.

7. What's changed on your blog since its inception? ...a redo? ...a change of pace? ...or is it about the same? I have had a bit of a makeover, and one day I will get a full blown blogover, when I can afford it.  Other than adding a few Memes, I think same ol' me, same time, same place.

8. If you could travel back in time and whisper something to yourself ten years ago, what would it be? Trust your instincts, they are always right.

9. Okay, let's have it! What's the craziest, most impulsive thing you've ever done?  Not telling, I feel like I've already been to therapy this Saturday 9 as it is:)

Happy Saturday all, have a safe holiday weekend.

September 01, 2010

Sniffling

Hello everyone.  Sorry I split there for awhile, I had a crazy work weekend into week and I am constantly on the phone and scrambling to arrange every detail of BOTH the kids starting school in 6 days.  (Shameless blubbering)  The drama queen will be off to kindergarten and daycare and the boy will be off to Autism Day Treatment, M-F.  This is a hard transition for a once SAHM, well and I suppose for any Mom for that matter.  It's not that I'm sad, I know it will be great for both of them, I am saddened at how quickly the time passed.  Don't you just hear that all the time when you have your little one, "cherish the time now, they grow up in a blink of an eye", you know....I just politely smiled and nodded and agreed and just thought, whatever.  Well, I just said it the other day...yes...I....did.  *sigh*  I have now become that which I rolled eyes at...like my mother.

I am pretty sure I can handle the first day of school with heavy medication, a drink and chocolate, but what I am dreading the most is to happen tomorrow.  Our last day with our Occupational Therapist and Speech Therapist for the last year plus.  They love Gabe sooo much, and all the progress he has made would not even be possible if not for their endless hours of love and dedication for my son; for my family.  Really, through all our ups and downs the last year, with the exception of me, they have been Gabe's constant.  The therapist are throwing him a party tomorrow, and we will collectively sob tears of joy.  I thought I would be able to swing still seeing them once a week along with ADT, but alas insurance/billing, is pulling us apart.  I am also confident we will be back at that practice again some day.  Gabe has many years of therapy ahead of him, and if he keeps on this fabulous road he is, I am also certain he will only be in ADT for a year.

Of course, I had to buy them a gift.  But seriously what do you buy someone who has changed your life?  I have been struggling with this one for weeks.  I finally decided on a boo-hoo card from the heart and since they just opened a new practice and are in need of equipment went to the toy store and went Melissa and Doug bananas!  Lots of games and puppets and sensory items donated by the boy so other little kiddles can grow and learn and find their way too.  Any thoughts, is this okay?

I will always be so grateful for them.  I call them the miracle workers, what they do is beyond comprehension, they pull out of my son what I cannot.  They teach me and my son what we need to survive, thrive, and grow in the little (but increasing rapidly) Autism Universe.

August 29, 2010

100th Post

Well,  look what we have here...my 100th post.  I've been blogging a little over a year now, and boy a lot can happen in a year!  Thanks for listening, caring, encouraging and laughing with me.  I thought I'd reminisce and link my top 5 favorite posts, I'd love to hear if you have a favorite too!

What I Know For Sure

A New Beginning


Parents Beware

Peas

(Yes, I know that was 4, be patient) So just because it's my 100th post, and I'm feeling particularly brave, I'm going to give you a special number five, a never before seen post that has been lingering in my drafts for a year and I just couldn't bare to delete it.  This isn't for weak of stomach...

Did I just blog that out loud?

This is certainly the last thing I needed. But then again, who ever needs...LICE. Yes, I said it, I'm admitting it, and I'm blogging it. A bugger of a four letter word if there ever was. I really have to vent about this one because I'm about to snap! AND my friends this is the second time within a month that my child has caught this nasty time consuming parasite. As I blog, we are lice free, no worries; but it did have our plans turned upside down for weeks. Up to this point in my lifetime, I have been a lice virgin.  The endless washing, the endless bagging, the endless cleaning, the endless combing. I think I pulled more hair out of my daughter's head than lice. And throw in the tinge of OCD I may or may not have to make it all transition oh so nicely.  We were never terribly infested, I caught it early both times, before anything hatched...I think...however, within our circle of playpals one little bugger lived on to reinfest the masses.  And yes, an intervention did have to happen to the re-infestor!



Seriously. On top of moving, selling my possessions and separating from husband, my children contracted lice!!!! They were popping around from home to home visiting lots of families at the time. The only thing I could do was just laugh about it because it thoroughly disgusted me. I may even have been heard saying at the time, this, "well, I lose my house, car and husband, left virtually penniless, now the kids get lice; we have come full-circle white trash."

Well now...is that more information than you ever wanted to know about me or what?  Just re-reading that makes my scalp itch.  Scratch, scratch.  The nastiest thing to come along in this household EVER!  And by the way if anyone has any questions about lice or the removal thereof, I'd be happy to oblige as I now consider myself somewhat of an expert.  It is really not as easy to detect as I had thought.  I also learned that lice prefer clean heads over dirty, now I don't know if that hubbabaloo was just written in the packaging to relieve some of my "how, How, HOW?" craziness.  However, on a positive note, I think my scalp has finally recovered from the pesticide chemical peel treatments you have to use to kill those buggers!  And a woot, woot for back-to-school.  Wishing lice free blessings to all!

August 28, 2010

Saturday Nine-Litte Miss Can't Be Wrong


Saturday Nine: Little Miss Can't Be Wrong  (click here to check out this fun Meme, join one and all)

(I'm a  little late in posting, because I was totally consumed by Footloose on T.V.!  It's a classic, great music!  That was back before SJP became a fashion icon....I guess there is hope for me?)

1. Who was the last person you dealt with that felt that they could never be wrong? Oh that is easy...I'll speak for the group here and say Mother-In-Law!!!! 


2. Tell us about one person who is the most like you. Well, either of my children and their "stubborn streak" throwing a tantrum, pick one.  That's all I'm saying, still in denial...sorta.

3. What is something you really want right now?  My own place, it should not be long now, blah.

4. What are you doing this weekend?  This is my weekend to work, so just that.  Church tomorrow morning then off to work.  I does always seem like Sunday comes so fast.  I love that I can have the kids in bed and look forward to Mad Men though.

5. Are you in a good mood? If yes, Why?  Yes, usually am.  No reason not to be and if there is I am ignoring it.

6. Do you have an ex that you are pretty sure thinks about you a lot?  That made my stomach turn, I hope not.

7. What's one thing you wish you could do but can't?  Quit my job and be a Stay-at-Home Momma again.  I loved that, and totally took it for granted.  I now have to share in who raises my child, and I don't like that.  I also have to co-parent, which means time away from my kids, and I don't like that either even though I know that's the best thing for them.

8. What's one trait you hate in a person?  No integrity.

9. What's one thing you like to do alone? Well being the Mommy of two young children, I would say just going to the bathroom alone without a child busting through the door would be marvelous.

Have a great weekend everyone!!!!

August 25, 2010

Sleeping In, continued

Okay, so maybe my "sleeping in" time consisted of an hour before work, but I cherished all 60 blissful minutes of it.  I also got a little extra blogging time in, and getting to bed before 1 am.  (We'll see how long this edit takes) 

So this is a list of things I did NOT  have to do tonight because the kids were overnight at my sisters:

  • Hide my purse, which otherwise would've been tossed for treats/gum, and pennies.
  • Hide my car keys, to deter alarm button pushing mania.
  • Change the T.V. channel to Disney or Sprout before I go to bed so the kids aren't watching goodness knows what while I'm in the shower in the morning, like umm, some horror flick, or Jerry Springer.
  • Clean, clean, clean, trains, tracks, animals, toys, Lego's, etc.
  • Prepare lunch and snacks for the next day.
  • Set out clothing for the next day and pack bags.
And on that note, this morning I don't have to brush anyone's teeth but mine.
Don't have to make anyone's breakfast but my own.
Don't have to change any diapers.
Don't have to yell, ask, yell, remind, redirect or count to three.
Don't have to look for shoes, find shoes, and buckle shoes for anyone but me (and I know where mine are).
Don't have to buckle anyone in the car but me.
Don't have to listen to children's music on the way to work, I get to pick, wooohooo.

Folks I may be able to finish an entire cup of coffee While it's still warm!  I know, dreaming big.

But....I miss them, and I can't wait until they are back.

August 23, 2010

When I Grow Up....

When I grow up, I'm going to be a ________.  What did you want to be when you grew up?  This is something that changes with my 5 year old on a daily basis.  You never know what you'll hear come out of her sweet little mouth...astronaut, veterinarian, singer, mommy, police officer, etc.  Just the other day, her and her partner in crime, a.k.a her cousin, decided they would start a rock band.  The drama queen would be the singer (naturally), cousin would play the drums (apparently because you don't have to read as many notes as the guitar) and I my friends was asked to join the band too...because I'm cool like that.  I, get to play the bass guitar, that's my assigned instrument by the way, oh, and I have no clue how to play bass guitar; I took a bit of piano and played the flute for a few years.  (Jazz flute ala Anchorman maybe, hee hee)  Back to "the band" who shall be named "Broccoli", because they both love to eat it.  After said name being decided, the planning had begun of all the broccoli decor and merchandise, and my broccoli costume I'd have to wear, because again, I'm cool like that.  Just let me keep thinking it okay, I like my fantasy land.  So you can all say you knew me when, when Broccoli hits the big time!  In honor of the Band Broccoli, or band to be, I've had the SNL Dana Carvey Choppin' Broccoli song in my head, so I HAD to post it before I continue on....



So back to it.  What did I want to be when I grew up?  Only 3 things ever.  A Mom, I've always wanted that.  I loved my baby dolls obsessively, and used to want 5 kids; scaled it down a bit, but I'm livin' the dream baby!

For the majority of my life I wanted to be a teacher.  Besides playing "mommy", I used to play school.  I had a classroom, decor, report cards, tests, and my sister always played the part of the mean principal, she reminded me of Ms. Hannigan (Carol Burnett) in the Annie movie.  Highly entertaining.  Suppose I've always been pretty nurturing.  I think most of that comes with birth order, being the oldest.  I still have people who say I should be a teacher, many actually. And in a way I am. I teach classes at the store I work in, and I do enjoy it.  I don't think I would actually have the courage to be a school teacher these days, underpaid, under-appreciated, and it would consume me. 



As I grew up and entered middle school, probably about 7th grade, things changed.  I had bigger goals, pediatrician.  Dead serious too.  I was so sold on the pediatrician idea, that I studied very hard, and mapped out my high school credits to allow me to be optimally prepared.  I took Latin, and studied my butt off; I even tested out of college Latin and got my credits, lots of good that did me now.  I was in HOSA and other Health Occupation clubs and so on.  But somewhere, um, err, about Senior year of high school, my plan fell apart, mostly because I did.  I was no run of the mill rebel, we're talking big time here.  There was a lot of turmoil in my home life too, and my self-esteem plummeted, and I didn't think I could do it anymore, nor did I care. 

When I did get to college, I had NO idea what I wanted to do with my life.  I was just happy to be on my own.  I followed up my 4.0 Mixology degree by flunking out of the school of life, for awhile.  I was a mess.  That is another 20 posts for another time.

So here I am, not a teacher, not a pediatrician, I work in the retail world and I love it.  I get to create, and work with some fabulous people whom I love, and I don't have to wipe snot or teach math; at least at my day job.  But then on the flip side, I am a Mom.  I care for my children when they are ill, I chart and keep tabs on their developmental progress, I teach and nurture them.  Being a mom is being a teacher and pediatrician, and so many other things wrapped up in one 3 letter word.

Life sure hasn't mapped out the way I had planned it.  But then, when it comes to my judgement, I don't seem to have the best track record.  So maybe in that case I'll keep it in God's hands, since he seems to know what he is doing far better than I.  I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up besides these....kind, full of love, a good mom, a faithful Christian, a dreamer, a believer, an optimist.

What did you want to be when you grew up?  Are you?

August 21, 2010

Saturday Nine-Welcome Back





1. Where were you the last time that someone welcomed you back?  I guess that would be coming back to work more than one day a week.  I used to have a crazy on again/off again relationship with part-time jobs since becoming a Mom, you know the stay-at-home Mom vs. the career woman if you will.  I suppose I was lucky to have a choice as some women don't.  Well I'm back for good now:)


2. Tell us who is you favorite non-family member to hang out with?  My girlfriends, have so many good ones, I couldn't choose.


3. What was the last thing that happened to anger you?  LOL.  Can't even go there, LOL.



4. What was the last thing that you saw that was shocking to see?  Today in the mall, a child (pre-school age)was throwing a WHOPPER of a tantrum, the screams could be heard for miles.  I wasn't shocked, being the Mom of an Autistic child, I've had my fair share of meltdown moments.  I think it just got my attention and I thought, "impressive".  Well, and glad it wasn't me.  I just gave the Mom a 'hang in there' look.



5. What is your favorite thing to do on Saturday besides Saturday 9?  I love to do nothing, just relax, usually watch a movie or read a book.  I know, exciting life I lead!  Jealous?



6. Have you had your summer vacation yet? If yes tell us about it.  Again, laugh.  In my best dreams, yes, I have had many a vacation to anywhere but Minnesota.  I would just love to go somewhere kid less, be in a huge hotel room with a magnificent view of the ocean and just chill out for a few days, lounge on the balcony and have nothing to do, no one to see, and no where to be.



7. Pick out one of your cousins and tell us about them.  Well I have 22 cousins!  That's all first cousins.  It's hard to choose, I can't believe most of us are grown up, married (uh, or divorced) and have kids of our own.  Some of my greatest childhood memories are with my cousins: shopping, skinny dipping, playing, waiting for Santa, and the best thing we did together was make up the most ridiculous games to play while our parents basically got drunk at family get togethers.  I always had so much fun with them, and love them all.  And one just happens to be my Godson, love him most-est:)



8. Do you have any special plans for next week? Working, and meeting both of the kids teachers for school.  I'm ready to get our new routine started!



9. At what age will you consider yourself old and why?  You're only as old, or young, as you feel.  I don't feel a day over 29!

Enjoy your weekend!

August 19, 2010

Whoa Thomas?

When is there too much Thomas the Tank Engine?  I did not buy all of these tracks by the way, we just inherited 1/2 a Rubbermaid tote of our cousin's.  That makes for one HUGE track!  The boy see below...


is not just fascinated, but obsessed!  Had I bought all these tracks, I would've had to take out a small loan for sure.  However, had I taken out that loan, it would've been worth it because this boy plays non-stop with these trains daily.  Now I'm not concerned...it is typical 3 year old behavior so I hear, and I'll take typical gladly!  And to you Thomas & Friends marketing bloodsuckers geniuses, I'm sure you'll be getting a small fortune equivalent to a college fund by the time my son is five.  And bravo on finally animating the show, much less painless.

August 17, 2010

Post It Note Tuesday-Adendum













Boo, hoo, hoo, picture grown woman grabbing hold of Nanny's leg shamelessly begging.
 
 



August 14, 2010

Saturday Nine- Superstition



1. What are you superstitious about?  I don't think I am superstitious, however, I do believe in Karma.  What goes around comes around; kindness or meaness.


2. What’s the story behind one of your scars? I have a scar on my right chin. When I was 10, I was riding my bike home and turned around to wave goodbye to my friends and crashed into a mailbox. Not just any mailbox, the only bricked up mailbox on the block. According to eye-witness accounts the bike flew over the mailbox, I flew into the mailbox. I remember standing up and dropping to the ground, next thing I knew I was in the emergency room. I broke my cheekbone and had some eye injuries; as well my sinuses have never been the same. I was out of school for at least a month, and was swollen unrecognizably. My Mom stills tells the tale about the doctors in the E.R. thinking I was beat and did not run into a mailbox. My first stay in the hospital...good times...embarrassing. Note: The mailbox was unharmed in said incident. And also note, people always laugh when I tell them this story, no offense if you're laughing, thank goodness for helmet laws these days!!!!

3. What are three things that you would rather be doing right now? NOT waiting for laundry to dry, NOT getting up early for work in the morning, and NOT watching "When a Man Loves a Woman", geez it always makes me bawl uncontrollably.

4. What do you do when you're bored? Computer, Facebook, read, and making lists. O.K. so I just randomly made that up. What do you mean bored fool? What is bored when you’re a single Momma? Or even just a Momma?

5. What's your favorite thing to do? Why? Spend time with my kids ALWAYS when we have nothing to do and can just wing it. Park or zoo or just seeing where the day takes us. Those days don't come along often, but love when they do. It makes me appreciate them more.

6. What do you do when you're lonely? Call a friend or read the bible. God always speaks to what I need just at that moment without fail.

7. How do you measure the passing of time in life? By big and little moments. I.E. the birth of a child, and then said child going to kindergarten....booohoooohooo. Tissues please someone?

8. What would constitute "the perfectly lived day" for you? Witnessing human kindness, the love of my children, good weather, and small miracles; oh, and absolutely positively NO DRAMA!

9. If you knew you were going to die in a year, what would you do in your final days? Love on my kids to the point of smothering and take a vacation to Disney World with them. Spend time with my very best friends (good ol' 8th grade slumber party style) and write lots of letters to my kids for the important moments to come in their lives.

Have a great Saturday everyone!

August 13, 2010

Just A Boy And His Tractor


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We're coming up on Birthday number four, for the boy.  By two years of age he was obsessed with John Deere tractors.  So...for birthday number two, the boy received this motorized tractor.   For almost two years, the extent of "riding" the tractor was me putting him in a holding pattern and him watching the wheels turn.  Straight-faced always, emotionless, he'd slam into a tree without a peep.  I was thrilled last year when he figured out reverse, but then it just meant me chasing after him to keep him in a safe holding pattern and out of the street.  The boy could not steer.  We tried to show him, he was physically unable to coordinate both sides of his body to steer the tractor.  He loved it nonetheless.  A month or two into Gabe going Gluten, Casein, and Soy free, I noticed his coordination was improving...weeks later I noticed it was VASTLY improving.  Now this week so much so, that he is brushing his own teeth and steering the tractor!  He is doing it well, AND, he is visibly enjoying it.  He's laughing and yelling, "I did it!".  He's checking back with me to see if I'm watching.  I am so proud of him, really, I'm so joyful or joy-filled for him.  To see him doing what other two year old friends were doing, I can only imagine wanting to do something so badly, and just not being able to do it.  Like language.  Fills my heart.

August 07, 2010

Saturday 9-Friends

Because I love Memes and random-ness all around I'm going to be participating in the "Saturday 9", you can read more below.  I love it because you can learn all sorts of useless information about me, and it may spark a post or two; I need some fresh in my life...and a laugh...pleeeeeease.

"Welcome to Saturday: 9. What we've committed to our readers is that we will post 9 questions every Saturday. Sometimes the post will have a theme, and at other times the questions will be totally unrelated. Those weeks we do "random questions," so-to-speak. We encourage you to visit other participants posts and leave a comment. Because we don't have any rules, it is your choice. We hate rules. We love memes, however, and here is today's meme!"


Saturday 9: Friends




1. How many of your friendships have lasted more than ten years? Which of your current friends do you feel will still be important to you ten years from now?  Actually, quite a few long term friendships, a few spanning a lifetime (from childhood), and some others since Middle school, over....well....let's just say WAY over ten years.  Those friends will ABSOLUTELY still be my friends in 10 more years.  As for current friends, yes, I think there are quite a handful of beautiful people that would still be around in a decade, or at least I would be considered lucky if they were.
2. When you look at yourself in the mirror, what’s the first thing you look at?  Hummmm, that is a toss up, it's either my ponytail, smudge on the ol' specs, or once again noticing I need spackle instead of "makeup".

3. Who was the most recent person on your missed call list on your cell phone? What’s your relationship with the person?  My sister, Staci, she's my sister and my friend, they don't come better than her.

4. What did your last text message you received on your cell phone say?  From the other sister saying, "Got your check", money....it's good.

5. How would you “label” yourself?  Strong woman, good mother, great friend, kind person.

6. What was your favorite age that you’ve been?  I'm good right here, so if I could stop aging that would be phenomenal.

7. What is your current desk top picture? What’s it significant?  Sorry, nothing amazing here, windows default.

8. What was the last thing you said to someone that you‘d like to take back?  "I do"....sorry bad joke hahahahahah, couldn't resist.

9. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to go back in time and fix all your mistakes which would you choose?  The money, I sure wouldn't be who I am today if I hadn't screwed up so much.  Besides I could do a lot of good with a million dollars.

That was fun, I encourage you to join in, or just answer the questions in comment if you like....have a great weekend.

August 06, 2010

Pondering Under Gray

So, yesterday, while I was plucking my gray hairs...the more I pull the faster they grow, I had a thought!!!!  Time for a touch  up on my "natural color" maybe?  That wasn't it, but necessary however.  Okay, here it is...I haven't mentioned that the last couple of weeks have been super stressful.  No worries, I haven't turned to the bottle, but have eaten my way through a sleeve of Oreos or three.  Gabe got booted off our insurance (thanks Autism) and only had medical assistance.  Medical assistance is just that, assistance.  It basically cut his therapy time from 4 days a week to 2, and it did NOT cover our therapist, AND it does not cover the school for Autism Day Treatment next year!!!!  I could not believe it, now what?  Private insurance is CRAZY expensive plus Gabe has a "pre-existing condition", so we were in a tight spot to say the least.  My plans, all the work I'd put into getting him into school the last year were shattered within a minute.  Of course, as always, my Mama Bear instinct set in...I wasn't going down without a fight and a series of meetings, phone calls, letter writing, and legal aide consumed my free time.  I am happy to report as of September 1st, Gabe is back on our insurance plan!  Thank you GOD!!!!

So this is where my gray hair pondering comes into play.  I was just reflecting on the roller coaster the kids and I have been on this last year; and self admittedly had a "why?" moment.  But then started to think, if we never reached those really low lows, we would never experience the absolute miracles that we have in our lives throughout the last year.  I know all the craziness has been God's plan because that is way it needed to be.  I've got a confession, I'm pretty stubborn, whoa!  If all the circumstances in my life the last year had not been so dramatic I wouldn't of had to make dramatic decisions I did and would possibly be in a worse situation, stuck in a marriage with a very sick person, and Gabe may not be on this path to recovery he is because I would not have the means or the will to fight for him.  If we don't allow ourselves to hit those lows, we will never allow God the chance to do the most wonderful, amazing things in our lives, to open doors we never thought existed, to allow people in our lives to do extraordinary things for us, to fill us up so completely....I'm so blessed.  Not one day goes by that I don't think that, not one hour. 

Only one cup of coffee down...interrupted 8 times by the kids, think I had better sign off.  I hope God reveals some amazing blessings in your lives today!

August 03, 2010

August 01, 2010

LMAO

Okay...so I've been trying for a good 10 minutes to upload a photo...argggg.  I'm totally computer challenged, although the poor wireless connection in my basement bedroom may contribute wilst I lay cozy in bed with the laptop.  By the way, I've never actually typed LMAO, I had to think it out while I typed it (twice), but it fits the bill today!

The kids and I were at the park today, and mid-play, drama queen announces she has to go to the bathroom.  Note: I'm sure she's now already been holding it for a good half and hour, in typical drama queen fashion, so she runs for the port-o-pots.  She's no stranger to those beauties and darts over as I mutter something about going before we leave home, yada-yada; don't know, so vague the ramblings these days...they are almost automatic.  Spooky.

Anyway she runs back within 10 seconds (by the way the port-os are 10 yards away, visible and we are the only ones at the park) apparently, there are bumble bees in both stalls.  She then proceeds to tell me I have to chase them out.  Sorry kiddo, love ya, but home is only 10 minutes away and I'm not chasing any bee period, let alone not out of a smelley Port-o-potty!

She's sits down next to me at the picnic table, head down, sighs, and says, "what a bad day, bees in the PORK-A-pots."

LMAO, my friends, LMAO.

July 30, 2010

Puke, Slap and Squirrels

Did I get your attention with that title or what? Gone off the deep end you ask? Long, long ago my friends....so moving on...this is 3 days of sticky goodness all wrapped up in one neat long little post.


First...puke. I'll make it brief for you queasy type folk out there. Yesterday drama queen puked, only once, at her cousin's birthday party. I attribute it now to exhaustion after a 4 hour day at the Dodge Nature Center in 90 degree heat, dehydration, excitement and sugar. But at the time and last night, nursing her 101 degree temperature, I had a wee panic attack.


Queue slap...then it hit me like a ton of bricks, a four alarm slap in the face...IF drama queen is sick with flu-like symptoms, there is no way I can have the nanny come into the house of horrors so I can go to work tomorrow. Albeit my work is pretty flexible, I had a double capacity class I was teaching and had all the material with me, there is no way I could miss that. (P.s. I'd choose my kids over work any day of the week, but Momma gotta pay the bills too, no sick days for the Momma).


All of a sudden being a single Mom seemed more real than ever. In a pinch, I haven't got that "someone" to lean on (trust me tried that with BD, a.k.a baby daddy, before to no avail, several times). Drama queen popped right out of bed this morning chipper as ever, no temp and feeling great, thank God! But I still had a million "what ifs" running through my head. If the real thing don't kill ya, the "what ifs" WILL. I hate when I do that. I get my self all worked up about things that could potentially happen, what my defensive move would be...only me trying to logically organize hypothetical situations. (Sigh) Nonetheless, I'm feeling lonely today, feeling a lot of weight on my shoulders.... I know I can do it, but I feel the heaviness of it all. I liken it to laundry day, you lug all the laundry to the wash room, heavy baskets and bags, and feel almost conquered by the sheer mountainous look of it; but you know you’ll get through it, bit by bit, load by load. So I’m not feeling conquered, just gotta get through it bit by bit I guess; although the task ahead is most certainly daunting.


Finally, the dang squirrels! Real live squirrels, you know, furry, fluffy tail, fast, road kill type critters. Last night in the mist of my mini-breakdown, two rogue squirrels dart out in front of my car at two different times! Usually, a squirrel will start running out, see the car and turn around. OH NO, these rebel squirrels decided to gun it across the road and miraculously maneuver around my tires, because I swear I gripped the steering wheel and held my breath in anticipation of the "bu-bump". No bu-bumps. They made it, lived to wreak havoc on another poor driver another day. Two in one night though? What are the odds? Mild heart attack. May as well keep baby aspirin by the gum in the glove box for goodness sakes!

 
“Once one determines that he or she has a mission in life, that it’s not going to be accomplished without a great deal of pain, and that the rewards in the end may not outweigh the pain-if you recognize historically that always happens, then when it comes, you survive it.”           -Richard Nixon


July 26, 2010

Beautiful Lessons

Today I just had to repost what Maggie May over at Walk On The Happy Side blogged about, and her post was a reposting of Dave Hingsburger's, Down Syndrome, Off The Clock post.  Did that make sense, lol.  I want to make sure both of these amazing bloggers get their dues.

To read the post, click here.

It is a fantastic recount of someone else's perspective, a life lesson not taught in a classroom, just by an overheard conversation.  It brought tears to my eyes, hope it touches you in the same way, or at least allows you and I if only for a moment to stand outside of ourselves and our "better judgement" to view the world just as it should be if we only wouldn't get in the way.

July 22, 2010

Mahna Mahna

I think I must be a rare breed, a child of yester-year, brought
up on Sesame Street, Electric Company and Luke & Laura (steathily sneaking peeks from behind the couch as my mom watched).  So am I alone here?  Let me expound on this earth shattering topic...I have a 5 year old and a 3.5 year old and I sensor what they watch on T.V. and in movies.  They have not yet seen Shrek, Star Wars, Batman, Nickelodeon (we do watch Nick Jr.), and we boycott Saturday morning cartoons.  I just let the drama queen start watching Sponge Bob on occasion with permission when she turned five. 

Just because it's on, doesn't mean they have to watch it!!!  To each his own, but seriously, the humor is just downright disgusting in some of the "kids" shows.  My kids still watch Sesame Street and Sprout.  Bubble girl and boy, maybe, but what's the rush?  I know it's all going to come with kindergarten...but not from the mouth of my babe.  Famous last words in print.

The kids were out with their Dad on visitation day and he wanted to take them to see the new Shrek.  Drama queen piped up and said, "Uh, Dad, we aren't allowed to watch Shrek, so we'll have to do something else."  AND she was proud of herself for saying no.  She's not scarred for life or even cares that she didn't see it. 

I purchased Pinnochio when it came "out of the vault" a few years ago, and quickly took that baby out of DVD circulation in the Bubble Gum house.  Maybe it was the 4 year old calling her brother a JACKASS!  Yeah, I know old school, but it still doesn't make it okay.  I love some hidden adult humor as much as the next person, but give our kids a little credit, because they might just be a little bit more perceptive than we give them credit for.

Today drama queen called two friends we haven't seen in awhile "dirty rats".  Truth be told I could not contain my laughter and then scolded her for name calling.  I seriously have no clue where she got that one, but I think it was Alvin and the Chipmunks.  Even that for goodness sake....I don't need my 5 year singing Single Lady down the cereal aisle at the grocery store!

I let a lot slide, I'm not a total T.V. nazi, but it is becoming apparent that I do put them in the media bubble a bit more than some of their other peers. 

So if you've hung on through my rant here, I HAD to pull this treat up from you-tube, a muppet show junkie to the end....enjoy....



Dootdoodoodo....What shows are off limits for your kids?