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.