Monday, December 31, 2007
1. I just had my first staring appearence in our Holiday Program at school. Another little girl and I danced to a cool song by Sean Paul and then a few more kids joined us to do the Penquin dance. We knew it was a hit when all the moms and dads laughed as we turned around to shake our bottoms at the audience.
2. I am a momma's boy through and through. I express my feelings by telling daddy quite freqently whenever he tries to help me, "I don't like you." I think I am starting to wear mom down, especially when I pitched a fit at the entrance of Sea World because she refused to carry me anymore.
3. I am content to play by myself if my brother will just leave me alone. I like to pretend and play with my trucks. I also like to sing.
4. I think I am pretty smart. I know my colors, shapes, numbers to 10 and left and right. Mom says I also color almost as good as Peyton and I'm starting to write my name. Of course, I also think elephant and lion is spelled "shey" so I guess there is room for debate.
5. While at a nice restuarant in Orlando, I spilled a whole glass of Sprite right in mom's lap. Although mom's seat and pants were soaked, the server was very nice and said it was "ok". Now, I've learned that whenever I do anything wrong, like dump out a whole bag of cereal while mom was trying to do 8 loads of laundry that I should say, "I'm sorry," then say, "but it's ok?"
6. I turned 3 years old on December 9.
7. I like to sneak into mom and dad's bed in the middle of the night.
8. I had my first pony ride on Christmas day.
I think I am pretty cute.
Thanks, Ella! That was fun.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
With all that being said, this will probably be my very last post of 2007.
Happy Holidays and New Year!
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
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Friday, December 14, 2007
As such, here are some pics from Shey's 3rd birthday. He had a lot of fun.
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
As the class came inside from recess and T went to her seat, the teacher stopped me and said with a big smile, "I don't know what you did, but T loves reading now. It's like night and day."
If that doesn't make your heart swell with happiness, I just don't know what will.
Friday, November 30, 2007
Thank you so much!
And with that . . . NaBloPoMo is OVER!
Thursday, November 29, 2007
This week, Peyton's school has a holiday store open. Last week, I was required to make a list of the people Peyton could buy for, the price range of each gift and send in a check so my 5 year old could shop. When I got home last night around 9:30, I had forgotten that yesterday was his day to buy and was surprised by the little plastic gift bags all over the kitchen table.
As I started looking through them, I smiled at the gifts. Key chains with the words "Mom", "Grandma" and "Grandpa" were purchased for me and Larry's parents. Larry received a coin collector thing in the shape of a basketball. My dad, a wallet (??) and Larry's brother a screwdriver set. It was cute to think of Peyton looking through the store to pick out the special objects.
When I opened my mom's though, I had to laugh.
The African American Nativity Scene
And while it is highly specialized, as mom is the one who helps reinforce the bible lessons he learns and is forever sending him bible books, it just cracked me up that he picked up an African American one.
As I was regaling the story to my boss this morning, after his laughter died down, he said, "Well, I guess it's a good thing that he doesn't see color." I think Jesus, black or white, would aggree.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
Mom has been playing Uno and Chinese Checkers with her, so I stopped by the store and picked up Connect 4. Do you know how hard it is to let someone win Connect 4 without being totally obvious? Very. Also, my grandmother would win, but not realize it, and I couldn't point it out because that's just not the same. So, she would "win" a couple of times, but not notice it and we would keep playing til she did see the four red checkers in a row. But, oh, how nice it is when she does see the win. She would smile and point it out to me and I would mock surprise.
After a few games of Connect 4 and Uno, we went outside to sit on the porch. We talked for a bit, and just sat quietly for a while. It was nice and it's times like these that I am sad I live so far away.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Saturday, November 24, 2007
The last time I saw my grandfather and his wife was two years ago.
It's strange, I still cared and loved him, but he has been out of my life for a long, long time, and when mom called me to tell me the news, I was actually surprised about how affected I was.
At the funeral, I felt like an outsider. Everyone kept pushing me to the front and telling me what a wonderful man my granddad was and all I could do was nod. He was wonderful to me, my favorite grandparent . . . 22 years ago.
I felt sad and was moved, especially by the military salute, but I wasn't distraught like his other family.
It was nice that my grandfather's sister and her family was there. I haven't seen them since I was a kid. We went to my cousin's house after lunch and stayed for a couple of hours. I really enjoyed it and I hope we stay in touch.
Most of all though, I'm glad today is over.
Friday, November 23, 2007
It's a very confusing time for me. I'll have to write more on it later.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Happy Thanksgiving. Enjoy your loved ones.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
It sounds cheesy, but I can't believe how much better the water tastes coming from this bottle rather than my yucky plastic one that I used over and over again. They come with several different tops and Monday I ordered the sports flip top for convenience.
Sometimes items that are all the rage are not really all that, but sometimes, like with this cool bottle, they are.
Monday, November 19, 2007
I almost had a cow and then a wreck when I glanced over to my left while driving home the other day. This photo does not do this man's head justice, but it was the best I could do without killing myself.
We had this friend, H in high school whose dad was going bald and he insisted on wearing the most awful fake toupee in the whole wide world (well, until I saw this guy). Everyone knew it was fake and we all giggled over it. There were a few times when we would show up at our friend's house unannounced and all we would see through the side window would be good old Stan flying through the house to his bedroom to plant his hair safely on his head.
H and one of our other friends nabbed the hair one time and took photos in it, which was quite possibly one of the funniest things I have ever witnessed.
A couple of years ago, at our reunion, H had some pictures of her family and Stan was there sans the hair!!. It was amazing how much better he looked.
So, here's to you, random old guy driving beside me, Rock on with your bad self!
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Friday, November 16, 2007
(Shey was hitting the keys as I typed.)
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Larry took his sweet time putting on a shirt, but failed to grab his wallet, a mistake which would possibly bite us in the butt later on. As Larry drove ever so slowly to the school (he didn't get the whole "Mother mad dash around the neighborhood" drive), I fidgeted and fidgeted until finally when he stopped at the first stop sign, I grabbed Peyton and jumped out of the car.
I challenged Peyton to a race down the sidewalk (go quick thinkin' momma) and we made it to the gate as the first bell was ringing. I started walking down the sidewalk towards the sports plex, glancing over my shoulder for Larry.
As he drove up beside me he yelled out the window, "Get a move on." I told him to wait till the crosswalk, so I wouldn't be jumping in the car in the middle of the street. Sooooo, as Larry goes to turn into the parking lot of the sports plex, pedestrians were trying to cross. Larry, being the outstanding citizen he is, stopped for the people, WITH THEIR CHILDREN to let them pass. I seized the opportunity and hopped in the car. Oops, that, apparently was a no-no and we heard, "Whoop, whoop" behind us.
Larry looked over at me and deadpanned, "I am getting pulled over for picking you up."
Oh the cop was not amused with our excuses of not wanting to hit the people in the walkway and Larry was stopped already, why shouldn't I get in the car? And on top of that, Larry didn't have his license. On second thought, that probably saved us, because the nice police officer only wrote him a ticket for driving without a license, which is a $7.50 fine, as opposed to hopping in a moving car, which is a $117.00 fine.
Larry has been calling me a hardened criminal all day.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
I understand he worries about money and all, but I do too, plus, I worry about raising the kids and running the house and making sure homework is done and spelling words are learned. Plus, Peyton's class has all these holiday projects going on, so I am continously at the store buying things for him and making sure they get to school when they are supposed to. Our house needs a good cleaning out and organizing, so that is in the back of my mind. Also, I am trying to exercise more, which is just one more thing. Everyone is writting about feeding their kids healthier foods, so yeah, one more obligation.
Responsibility is kicking my ass and my mental health.
I think the best part about this weekend with Tamara was sitting on her couch all day Sunday and watching a John and Kate plus 8 marathon. Sometimes I wish I could just do that all day long. Being an adult just really blows sometimes.
Anyone out there taking Monavie? My friend in TX has been taking it a couple of months and says she can tell a difference in her energy levels.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
We flew Southwest and lucked out that when it was our turn to board, the front seat was only occupied by an old lady. As I stuffed my carry on bag (clothes from Ann Taylor Loft (shhhh, don't tell Larry)), Peyton's book bag and the alligator in the overhead compartment, the old lady snidely remarked that I couldn't put anything on the floor in front of us, being on the front row and all. I nodded politely (nu-uh, really?) and started getting Peyton settled in. While I was doing that, I sat my purse on my seat. I guess she was a little annoyed and decided she didn't want to sit by us, because she asked the couple to our left if she could sit with them.
After she moved, she leaned over again and said, "you can't put your purse on the floor." Now, I was a little annoyed at her tone and replied, "I know, I'm going to hold it in my lap." She snotily replied to the air, "they wouldn't let me do that."
By now, the plane was almost full, the seat beside me taken and the attendants were getting ready to close the front door. Old grumpy lady stands up, comes over to our overhead bin and loudly says, "well, if they are going to let her keep her purse, I'm going to get mine." and opens the bin. Out pops Peyton's alligator and bops the guy beside me on the head. I almost laughed out loud at the OGL's face has she determinedly tried to fight the alligator in an effort to get her purse and cane.
The flight attendant walked up and asked her to take her seat as she maneuvered the alligator back into the bin and closed the door. The second attendant rolled her eyes and murmured, "I told her she couldn't have the cane." I was glad OGL had changed seats because her purse was big and red and would probably have poked me the whole trip.
So, here's to you, OGL, I hope you enjoyed your flight to Jacksonville pissed off with your old lady handbag in your lap.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Friday, November 09, 2007
Thursday, November 08, 2007
I wasn't really sure what to expect. Another mother who had kindergarten last year warned me that their attention span isn't that long or great, so keep it short. I did prepare a few things to go over with the kids, but I wasn't as prepared as I should have been. Honestly, I just didn't know what to do or how much. Also, I let the kids get away with too much talking because the teacher kept interrupting to tell them to sit down and be quiet.
It was definitely a learning experience and I think next time will be even better.
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
A convict escaped this morning from a transport van and shot a deputy the city east of where we live and work. Apparently, he also lives in our city.
This is truly an odd feeling. I know the kids are safe (Shey's daycare is locked as well), but motherly instinct is kicking in to protect the cubs. I have the radio on listening for updates.
Pray they catch this guy quick. There's a picture of him on the linked site.
*Edited to add: The police caught the guy. Thanks.
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
I really love being creative and making things and I wish I could do it more often. I am in such a cycle right now. I want to do all these things like take a photography class, take a sewing class, make some crafty things, but they all take time and money, neither of which I have. I guess it's a leap you have to take if you want to change your path in life.
How do you pay the bills in the meantime?
Monday, November 05, 2007
The boys were . . . surpisingly good, really good actually, as in we can do this more often good. Shey had fun coloring on the tabletop paper, Peyton completed his word search and Larry and I shared a bottle of wine. Peyton and I also played about a million games of tic-tac-toe and while there were some I let him win, he won on his own almost as often. As we were leaving and on the ride home, I raved over their behavior hoping the positive praise would stick and they would see happy mommy is so much more pleasant than screeching crazy mommy.
Speaking of sticking, our pastor used duct tape to illustrate a point in his lesson on Sunday, The Perfect Church for Imperfect People, which is the second part of a five part "No Perfect People Allowed" series. It never fails when I don't go to church for a few weeks that the message feels like it is directed right to me when I return.
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Happy Happy birthday to my best friend in the whole wide world, Tamara. This time next weekend, I'll be with her having a great girl's weekend. I cannot wait.
Saturday, November 03, 2007
Thursday, November 01, 2007
After the parade, we played musical pumpkins, which Peyton won using his lightning fast reflexes.
As you can see, Peyton was a Vampire. I think the red eyes were a nice touch. I can't believe that he stayed in the make-up all day. He was especially excited about the blood, although I'm not sure he really got the concept of what a Vampire really is.
After a party at school and another party at daycare, Peyton was not real excited about going out again to Trick or Treat. He told me he didn't want to go and when I said ok, he said, "Will you get me candy then." After I told him that's not how it worked, he decided to perk up a bit and we headed to Larry's parents.
Their neighborhood has a couple of big circles and is full of families, so it's generally a better place to get the loot. Plus, Larry's dad makes cotton candy every year. Who can turn down that?
Don't you just want to put him in your pocket and take him home with you?
By the end of the circle (or the beginning), Shey was done. On the way home, his sugar kicked in and he entertained us by singing made up songs at the top of his lungs. It was totally a moment that could later be shown on VH1's Behind the Music with a narrator in the background, "Even at a young age, Shey was an entertainer."
Hope you had lots of treats and no tricks.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
I'm also uploading some photos from our trip to the "pumpkin patch" last night. Just click here.
Monday, October 29, 2007
Last weekend, Larry took the boys while I was cleaning for his party and while he was there, he took them to breakfast at the Marriott. He said it was perfect because they have tables right on the boardwalk, so he could sit and enjoy his meal and when the boys were done eating, they could play right in front of him either on the sidewalk or even on the sand.
We decided to go back this Sunday for breakfast and some family time. The boys are generally more well behaved when we are aware from the house in an area where they can run around. imagine that.
Larry and I sat and enjoyed our meal while the kids played and kicked a ball around. Hollywood was hosting a Buddy Walk, so there were a ton of people around and the boys dodged in and out of the "people with the blue shirts."
As much as South Florida bugs me sometimes, there are days like these where I can't imagine living anywhere else.
Friday, October 26, 2007
I'll tell you, it was just amazing to see the completed "ark" and all of the animals file in two by two. It brought tears to my eyes just the sheer magnitude of the whole situation and thinking about the real life event. It's also nice to see God depicted as a being with human qualities and humor. Morgan Freeman tells a nice story about Noah saying that most people like to look at the flood story as God being mean and horrible, but it was actually a love story too. He explained that Noah's family worked together and the animals came in pairs as a display of solidarity and sticking together. And although I know that God was punishing the people on the earth at that time, that was also a new twist and added dimension to a story I have heard all my life.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
The consultant that worked with us last night was really cool though. She has several small groups that meet once a month for workshops that range from $10-$20. The group or club rotates houses so everyone gets a chance to play "hostess" two or three times a year and reap the rewards of hostess gifts. The members of the club agree to spend a certain amount once a month, which includes the workshop fee, and then the hostess earns her free or discounted supplies. It seems like a great way to work on a scrapbook without being overwhelmed. Plus, you get to meet once a month with a few friends for some fun, food and wine. What more could you ask for?
I'm going to set up a party next month for my friends down here just to go over the basics and introduce everyone the tools of the trade, then if I have enough people interested, I'd like to start my own club.
I'm really happy with the pages I made last night and can't wait to add to it.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Here is Dead Christmas Dog
Here is Wino Christmas Dog
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
We all sat at the table, without the TV on and actually talked about what happened during the day. After a nice dinner, the boys watched a brief 20 minutes of cartoons while I showered, then we sat down to complete Peyton's homework and practice his spelling words. We blew through all the pages he needed to complete for the week AND we made a "book" out of some pages in his math workbook. After homework, the boys got in the bath and although they made a mess, they were actually getting along. When bath time was over and PJs were on, we sat on the couch and read Peyton's library book, then the boys went to Peyton's room to play for a bit before bed. Go mom!
Then Larry arrived home . . .
Monday, October 22, 2007
I brought a caterer in, which I think was the best idea I've ever had. We had about 40 people there and I was able to relax between refereeing and not worry about cooking. I have to take a moment to describe the excellent spread. For starters, there were stuffed mushrooms, assorted quiche, shrimp cocktail, veggie crudites, and fresh fruit. For the dinner, salad with candied walnuts, blue cheese, cranberries and raspberry vinaigrette, smoky bbq ribs and grilled chicken, this amazing bow tie pasta with a cheesy sauce, green beans, red roasted potatoes and rolls. Then for dessert huge chocolate chunk cookies and to die for brownies. We have enough left overs to feed us for a month.
In keeping with the Frat theme, I did make Margarita jello shooters, which were really good.
Being that most of the guests have kids, the party had pretty much wound down by 12, and we were in bed by 2, which is a good thing, as I am getting old and just can't hang like I used too.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
And here he is singing. The first part is a song he made up, but then he falls back to a couple old standards.
Monday, October 15, 2007
1. Who is my man? Larry, or Lawrence, but no one calls him that.
2. How long have we been together? 10 and a half years.
3. How long did we date? We dated 10 months, and were engaged for a little over a year and a half.
4. How old is he? 30 this Saturday
5. Who eats more? Larry
6. Who said "I love you" first? I'm pretty sure it happened during an online chat and was phrased, "You know you love me."
7. Who is taller? He is.
8. Who sings better? I do, but that doesn't mean I sing well.
9. Who is smarter? I would venture to guess my IQ is higher.
10. Who has more of a temper? He does
11. Who does the laundry? We share, mostly.
12. Who takes out the trash? He does.
13. Who has sharper computer skills? Me, by a slight margin.
14. Who sleeps on the right side? He does. We used to sleep reversed, but when I was pregnant with Shey, I had to sleep on my right side, and I hate facing in.
15. Who pays bills? I do.
16. Who mows the lawn? He does mostly, I will every once in a while.
17. Who cooks? I do.
18. Who drives when we are together? He usually does.
19. Who pays when we are out together? It just depends on whose debit card is easiest accessible.
20. Who is more stubborn? We both are.
21. Who is first to admit it when they are wrong? Neither, thankfully, we very rarely are. ha ha
22. Who asked out who? Well, that's a hard one since we met online. I initiated the initial conversation though.
23. Who kissed who first? It was mutual, but he worked for it.
24. Who is more sensitive? I guess me, but that's not saying much.
25. Who has more friends? Larry has never met a stranger.
26. Who has more siblings? He has one brother, I'm an only child.
27. Who wears the pants? It depends on the situation.
I tag Chell, Dixie, and Nicole.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
I was given a little girl,T, in fifth grade. Last week when I showed up for the first time, the teacher was not very encouraging. She stated that T showed signs of ADHD, lack of socialization and stubbornness when it came to reading. She agreed with me when I mentioned that even just having a conversation with T would be a good starting part in an effort to help her open up more.
T was very friendly to me and didn't seem ashamed at all that she was reading in front of a total stranger. She brought a Curious George book to start, and while she knew most of the words (English isn't her first language), she barely paused for the periods or commas. Also, there was no expression whatsoever in her reading.
As I was reading, I gave her a pencil that I had grabbed out of the resource room, as well as a Create a Pepper dog tag I had bought at Chili's. I was unsure what a fifth grade girl would like as a "prize" for reading that day, but thought the dog tag would be a cool little thing. I also wasn't sure how T handled reading to me or what she thought.
I went back today and T walked in the classroom just before me. She turned as the door was shutting, then did a double take as she saw me and smiled big. I smiled back, pleased that she was happy I came back. We sat down to finish the Curious George book and about halfway through, she reached down the collar of her shirt and lifted out the dog tag. I thought my heart would burst out of my chest.
When we went for the orientation, they said how much having an adult help out meant to the kids, but I didn't really understand till that minute what an impact I could make on this young girl's life. Apparently I'm not as emotionally stunted as I sometimes think.
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
After two weeks, his teacher spoke to me about his talking and hitting. We got the hitting under control, thankfully, but Peyton is still running his mouth. His teacher and I agreed that she would send home daily reports so I could keep tabs on his behavior. Now see, while I know my son, I also think his teacher either lacks control of the classroom, or has an unrealistic expectations for these 5-yr olds. On the daily sheets, there is a sad face for Needs Improvement, a straight face for Good and a smiley face for Excellent. Even when Peyton "did well" or "behaved" for the day, she still gives him a straight face. Not once has she given him a smiley face. I take it with a grain of salt, and Peyton is praised for a straight face. I really feel that's all I can ask from him at this point.
Friday, his teacher did finally have a good idea and now when he starts talking or is finished with his work, she makes him the helper. He's very proud of this new job, and I really think it will help him keep his mouth in check. We have a conference Friday, and I think my first question will be, "Just what does he have to do to get a smiley face?"
Friday, October 05, 2007
I heard the boys talking about which guy they were on the big screen and who was doing what at the time. I looked over as I was putting on my make-up and they were cuddled together at one end of the couch, heads together, pointing to the screen. I wanted to grab the camera, but I knew the moment would pass before I could adequately capture it. And five minutes later,
"You're the purple guy," said Peyton, "You just died. Shey died! Shey died!"
I guess all treaties are meant to be broken.
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
I've also been using mineral powder foundation, which I've fallen in love with as well. It's so easy to put on. Yea for good skin!
*If you don't want to get the battery operated part of the massager, the pillows by themselves would probably provide adequate exfoliation. It's not so much though that it's irritating.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
"Tyler?" Bewildered look at me.
Me whispering, "Ask to talk to Tyler."
"Can I talk to Tyler?"
Apparently it started to take to long for Peyton's liking because he started to sing, "Tyyyylllleeeer, Tyyyylllleeerrr."
Peyton then gave me the bewildered look again and handed me the phone. I could hear Tyler's family talking in the background and his mother say, "The phone's for you."
Finally, Tyler answered.
Me whispering, "Tell him it's Peyton."
"Why didn't you come over?"
Then Peyton put it on speaker phone so I could translate. Tyler answered that his mom said he couldn't because it was a school night.
Peyton replied, "It's ok if you get wet. Boys can get wet." (Larry had told him that earlier in the day when it was raining.) I explained that Tyler couldn't come over because it was too late. Then Peyton just stopped talking. I prompted him to talk.
"yeeeahhhh?" Tyler replied, clearly not impressed with Peyton's phone skills.
Whispered by me "Tell him you'll see him this weekend."
"I'll see you this weekend."
Whispered, "Talk to you later."
"Talk to you later."
Whew! I may not have to worry about him getting married till he's 30.
Monday, September 24, 2007
I drove on to work thinking I could decide what to do then. I called our friends who live in the neighborhood near where I picked the little guy up, but she didn't know anyone with a bulldog. She said she would keep an eye out for signs.
At work, the puppy feasted on Ritz crackers and water as I talked it over with my coworker what we should do. A quick trip to the vet revealed that the dog had a microchip, but it wasn't registered. So home the puppy went with us. Larry was less than thrilled, but what was I going to do?
That night, I pulled out Zeus' old, old crate and set it up for the new visitor. What started off as a fun adventure, quickly turned into what was I thinking? The puppy was so hyper that Shey was scared of her, and although she was very sweet, she was also super possessive of the chew toys we gave her. Then there was the 4 o'clock in the morning bark to be let out. Ahhhhh!
At 9 the next morning, our phone rang and it was our friend calling to say that she had seen a sign for a lost bulldog and called to let them know the dog had been found. She said the woman was hysterical on the phone and hung up before our friend could tell her that I didn't live in the same neighborhood. Not a problem, I replied, I will bring the dog over now.
About 30 minutes later, the owner finally showed up and was so grateful. She helps run an English Bulldog rescue and the dog I found was staying at a "foster parents" house when she got out. Also, she was set for adoption next week. So, yea for my good deed. Also yea for an experience to prove to me that I do not really want a puppy or a baby even though I have been having baby fever lately. The whole experience just emphasized how much easier having a 5 and almost 3 year old is than a little baby.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Me: Ok, sound it out. What letter is that?
Me: Ok, how does S go>
Me: Ok, two e's together make it a long vowel, that's eeeee.
Me: Now, put it all together. What do you get?
Me: . . .
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
The first event was over a year and a half in the making, the second, who knows.
The first event filled me with wonder, happiness and fear, the second, terror and wondering what kind of place was I bringing a baby in to.
I remember mom calling me to see if I was ok and if I had heard while I was calling her to tell her she was going to be a grandmother. My emotions bounced from thrilled apprehension to nervous dread.
Today, especially, I pray for all those children who lost parents on that fateful day, for the mothers and fathers who are raising their children alone, and for the rest of us, that we may never feel that way again.
Friday, September 07, 2007
- I also found out that this is his teacher's first year teaching and there are a large amount of boys in kindergarten this year. Great.
- Shey is potty trained. Whoop.
- Bathroom, still not done. Not whoop
- I think the anti-depressants are working, but I am just bored with work right now. I'm really ready to be a school mom.
- Huh, that's all I can think of. (see above bored)
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Last night after his bath, I picked the cards up from the counter where he left them and held them up for practice. He sped through them, not even hesitating on the B's like Tuesday. I was amazed and told him how good he did. He grinned up at me and said, "I put them in order of the rainbow."
How ingenious is he?
Monday, August 20, 2007
Friday, August 03, 2007
All of this brings us to the following, we will be on vacation next week and hence, the blog will be quiet. I just didn't want you to think something terrible had happened to me, especially after the last entry.
Thursday, August 02, 2007
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
I stood there for a second and then said, "Mine knows Algebra."
The moms nodded appreciatively till I skipped a beat and said, "I'm just kidding."
After they both left, I looked at a grandmother that was left and said, "If they know how to read by kindergarten, what are they going to learn in kindergarten?"
She smiled and replied, "I know, you might as well keep them at home."
You know, it wasn't even that their kids could read that got under mine skin so bad. Peyton knows his letters, he knows their sounds, he knows some words and he's starting to sound out words on his own, which is where I'd expect him to be now and will help him when school starts. I was more annoyed with the whole Look at my kid! See what he can do!
As the moms were leaving, one couldn't help but throw in after she mentioned that her son attended one of the temples for pre-k that he counted in Spanish (which most kids in South Florida do) and spoke Hebrew. I was so close to retorting, "yeah, well, my kid hits butts AND talks about his pee-pee!"
Monday, July 23, 2007
I blame it on the bathroom.
People have asked me why I'm letting this dang blamed bathroom bother me so bad and I don't have a good answer except to say that it is a mystical bathroom which holds my life force and it won't release it till the renovations are completed. Which, by way, looks as though it will be another two weeks out even though our contractor promised us it would be done last Friday. Whatever. Your workers have to actually show up for the project to get completed.
On a brighter note, we placed an order for bamboo flooring, which should be delivered shortly and we'll have installed after our vacation to see my folks the first week of August. That will be nice, and hopefully the soul sucking bathroom will be completed by then and then my hair will have some luster and my face a healthy glow.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
And while my husband has been more than appreciative of my waiting on him hand and foot, I am still waiting on him hand and foot. The waiting, oh it is becoming taxing. Already.
Today at lunch he was moaning about the crutches and I said, "You know, some people spend their whole lives on crutches." He nodded, then asked for a Coke.
I know it sucks and I am trying to be sympathetic, but let's face it, I am just not meant for servitude. I think that's a main difference between us. If it was me, I would still be trying to get stuff done and figuring out how to maneuver on the crutches, but he's scared of falling or balancing or something, and just doesn't risk it. He may have to learn real quick like though.
A funny: Shey came into our room around five this morning announcing over and over again, "I'm wet, I'm wet, I'm wet." I crawled out of bed (which I propped up with a case of water by the way) and followed him to his room. As I was stripping the bed, Shey asked, "Who turned the water on?"
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Monday, July 02, 2007
First, we finished the flower/shrub area under the bay window.
Then, we broke our bed (dirty jokes are actually appropriate, go us!)
Notice how my side slopes downward. Here's a close up.
See the wood frame on the floor? yeah, it's not supposed to be there.
Let's see, then last night, I installed a shower door in the guest bathroom.
The workers were busy Saturday in the bathroom also. It's doesn't look like it, but they are making progress. The frame for the tub is in and they started the tile work there and in the shower.
Last week, we had the interior painted. Here's the color in the living room. I love it. Several walls are this chocolate brown color and the other walls are a light coffee with heavy cream color.
And, this wasn't from this weekend, but here are a couple of gratuitous pics of the boys at the beach.
And on one further note, here's a funny for you. The other week, I grabbed some lotion out of one of the boxes where our master bath is stored and rubbed it on my legs. It was really thick, but the bottle said it was with Shea Butter for extra whatever, so I just thought it was extra moisturizing. I've used it a few times since and even moved it to the counter of the guest bathroom for easier access. Last night, Larry pointed to it and said, "Is that what you've been using?" I confirmed and he said, "Isn't that body wash?" and sure enough, it was. No wonder the stuff took forever to rub in. ha At least I was clean.
Friday, June 29, 2007
We also have these decorative stone brick things that line the area. I thought it would be a good idea to wash those things off and apply a coat of paint to match the exterior of our house. (Little pre-story, we are redoing our bathroom, which has been going on for over 2 months now (bastards) and we had the inside of the house painted, which took three and a half days (angels), so I am a little displaced right now) So anyway, I wanted to hang out outside and the rock brick things looked like they could use a fresh coat of paint and off I went.
I moved all 14 of them to the grass, washed them off, then moved them to an old comforter on the driveway for painting. I spent the next hour or so painting those dad-blasted things. Not one second (literally) did I wash off the paint brushes and close the paint bucket up, when the heavens opened up and rain decended on my head.
You've got to be fucking kidding me. (You know, I had really been trying to clean my language up, but this last couple weeks has sucked ass.)
I sat there and stared at the brick/stone things for a while, then went to the back of the house to jump in the pool before my blood boiled over. I stripped down off back and wrapped a towel around me to go back to the front of the house to look at the newly painted, now rained upon brick/stone things.
They were once again not painted. And paint was running down my driveway. And the comforter was soaked and full of paint.
So, if you live in the South Florida area and you saw a crazy woman with a towel wrapped around her hauling brick/stone things back to their original spot, then dragging an old comforter down the driveway, then washing down said driveway all in the rain and with a towel wrapped around her, never you mind, she'll be ok as soon as her fucking bathroom is finished.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
I'm a Chevrolet Corvette!
You're a classic - powerful, athletic, and competitive. You're all about winning the race and getting the job done. While you have a practical everyday side, you get wild when anyone pushes your pedal. You hate to lose, but you hardly ever do.
Take the Which Sports Car Are You? quiz.