Sorry for the no posting lately. I have been dealing with sinus problems due to the sudden temp change here. I have had sinus headaches behind my eyes. Sucks.
I chose the title above because I love The Office and it starts the new season tonight.
Here are a couple of tidbits for you.
Meeting up with Manic Mom and Swishy was really fun. I actually got to talk to adults and have adult beverages. I had all ready met Manic Mom and knew she was really cool. I met Swishy for the first time and she is very pretty and really cool. They pretty much tell all that happen when we met up here and here except for one thing I made a fool out of myself when it was time to say goodbye. Check out the photos. I look like crap.
We ended up parking in the same parking garage. We also parked on the same floor. We get up there and I start to look for my van and I am not seeing it. I see the wall with the signs and realize that there is a permit parking sign. Now I start to panic thinking that my van has been towed. Manic Mom says it shouldn’t have been towed I parked right here with the same sign. I am starting to freak a little. Manic Mom asks me if I have the right garage. I tell her I am positive it is the right one.
I hit my find your car button on my key chain my van starts going off behind me parked by the same looking wall with the same signs on the wall. I just about died from embarrassment. I said my goodbyes, got into the van and called myself an idiot. I waved goodbye and drove home. They also found out I can’t tell a joke at all. I screw them up all the time.
Other news I went to the ice cream social at my son’s preschool last night. I lucked out and Hubby’s trip was cancelled so he got to go with us to it. Sorry, Hotwire. I was so relieved he went with us. Good thing to because we were pretty much by ourselves. The other parents knew each other and were cuddled up in a corner talking. We talked to the teacher and found out Big Cubby is doing well in school. He gets his named called a couple of times to sit down or whatever but he listens to the teacher and does what he is told. She said he was also very sweet. We told her that this is his first school and being around other kids experience and she was surprised and said in that case he is doing great. That was great news because we were worried about him. We left and were home by 6:55pm. I am glad we went because Big Cubby was so happy to show his Daddy around the room and all the stuff he does. He also like introducing his Daddy to the teacher. It was a great moment for them.
Big Cubby got his first invitation to a party ever. I think it is a birthday party but the invite doesn’t say. I don’t know if I am supposed to go with him or drop him off. It is at a Chuck E. Cheeses. They don’t want RSVP only regrets. I am so confused.
So that is the scoop for the week.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Monday, September 18, 2006
Baby no more
Today we took Little Cubby to get his first haircut. We did really great and was very patient. We are lucky that boy boths don't mind their hair cut. Hubby took him in while Big Cubby and I waited in the van. Big Cubby likes to "drive" the van.
When Hubby brought out Little Cubby I almost started crying. He went in a baby and came out a little boy. All of his curls in back gone. He has moved into a new stage in life.
Below both pictures are the after shot of the haircut.
When Hubby brought out Little Cubby I almost started crying. He went in a baby and came out a little boy. All of his curls in back gone. He has moved into a new stage in life.
Below both pictures are the after shot of the haircut.
PS. I got to hang out with Manic Mom and Swishy this weekend! It was really fun! More later.
Friday, September 15, 2006
Bad Mommy
Today was Big Cubby first extended preschool class. Friday's he goes from 8:30am to 1pm. 11am to 1pm is a pre-k class preparing him for kindergarten.
I was unaware that I was supposed to pack a lunch for him on Fridays. I was informed when I picked him up that he had no lunch and the teacher give Bugles, an apple and juice. I said I am so sorry and we left. I said sorry to Big Cubby and he said that was ok.
I had no idea I was supposed to pack a lunch. I went through all my paperwork agains and it said nothing about lunch. I called Hubby and said why didn't you say anything about there was nothing in the paperwork about it. I really don't like conflict and I was embarrassed because I felt I should have known.
Well, now I do know and he will have a lunch packed every Friday.
Sidenote: Next Wednesday the school is having a ice cream social from 6-7 and Hubby will not be able to attended it with me. I have to go alone with the boys. I am a little nervous about it. We will won't stay long because of Little Cubby will probably be cranky then. Wish me luck on that. Not good with meeting people. Hubby is more out going.
I was unaware that I was supposed to pack a lunch for him on Fridays. I was informed when I picked him up that he had no lunch and the teacher give Bugles, an apple and juice. I said I am so sorry and we left. I said sorry to Big Cubby and he said that was ok.
I had no idea I was supposed to pack a lunch. I went through all my paperwork agains and it said nothing about lunch. I called Hubby and said why didn't you say anything about there was nothing in the paperwork about it. I really don't like conflict and I was embarrassed because I felt I should have known.
Well, now I do know and he will have a lunch packed every Friday.
Sidenote: Next Wednesday the school is having a ice cream social from 6-7 and Hubby will not be able to attended it with me. I have to go alone with the boys. I am a little nervous about it. We will won't stay long because of Little Cubby will probably be cranky then. Wish me luck on that. Not good with meeting people. Hubby is more out going.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Happy 2nd Birthday
Little Cubby you are two years old today.
You have grown so much this past year. You are officially a toddler.
You still like to sit on my lap in the morning after you get up and after you get up from your nap. You like to cuddle.
You like to give kisses and head butts.
You like to say “what’s that mama?” to everything.
You are saying more words and sentences then I can write down.
You like to wrestle with your brother.
You love to sleep with your blankie at night.
You still like your paci at night even though I have cut off most of it and it is just a nub.
You like to play at the park and run everywhere.
You like anything with music whether it be a commercial or one of your shows.
You like Jack’s Big Music Show, Blues Clues, Sesame Street, Backyardigan’s.
You ask me all the time “where (big cubby) at?”
You have become a little picky when it comes to food.
You like to play with trains and the magna doodle.
You are pretty laid back though you have entered the whining stage.
You like to wave and say bye to everybody when we leave some where like the grocery store.
You still sleep in your crib even though you like to jump up and down in it. You haven’t figured out how to get out. I think you just don’t want to leave the crib which is fine by me.
You get excited every evening when Daddy comes home from work.
You like to climb up on what your brother calls the treasure chest and look out at the trains when they go by.
You are so full of life and love. Mommy and Daddy are so blessed to have you in our life. You fill our lives with happiness and joy. We love you very much.
Happy 2nd Birthday little guy!
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
If it has a beat we will dance to it
Big Cubby is doing much better at preschool. He looks forward to going.
Here is a quick preschool story.
This past Monday they started a music time which will happen every Monday. Well, a music teacher came in and played and sang for the kids. Later that evening, Hubby asked Big Cubby about his day at school and he tells him that they had music and when it started it made him want to dance so he got up and started dancing. Hubby asked him did the other kids dance also and Big Cubby said no and the teacher told him to sit down.
Big Cubby did not tell me this story when I asked him earlier in the day. Hubby told him that it was all right to dance at home but at school if you are told to sit and listen then he needs to do that.
I felt sad that he was told to sit down because both my boys love music and love to dance, bang around on makeshift instruments and sing. That is what kids at this age do before the age when it will be not cool to do that. I know there is a time and place for it but this is preschool and aren't they suppose to let the kids get creative.
I know I can't sit still when I hear music even in the grocery store I will sing softely and do a little wiggle down the aisles when I hear it playing. They got that from me.
Here is a quick preschool story.
This past Monday they started a music time which will happen every Monday. Well, a music teacher came in and played and sang for the kids. Later that evening, Hubby asked Big Cubby about his day at school and he tells him that they had music and when it started it made him want to dance so he got up and started dancing. Hubby asked him did the other kids dance also and Big Cubby said no and the teacher told him to sit down.
Big Cubby did not tell me this story when I asked him earlier in the day. Hubby told him that it was all right to dance at home but at school if you are told to sit and listen then he needs to do that.
I felt sad that he was told to sit down because both my boys love music and love to dance, bang around on makeshift instruments and sing. That is what kids at this age do before the age when it will be not cool to do that. I know there is a time and place for it but this is preschool and aren't they suppose to let the kids get creative.
I know I can't sit still when I hear music even in the grocery store I will sing softely and do a little wiggle down the aisles when I hear it playing. They got that from me.
Monday, September 11, 2006
Silence
Take a moment to say a prayer to all that were affected by 9/11.
Thank you to all the men and women in our armed forces.
Thank you to all the men and women in our armed forces.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Not much hair left
Do you ever feel like running out of your house screaming at the top of your lungs while waving your arms above your head never looking back or is it just me?
Tough day.
Tough day.
Big Cubby's first day of preschool
Big Cubby had his first day of preschool yesterday. I will have photos that we took of him acting like he was leaving for school later.
Hubby worked from home yesterday so I wouldn't have to take Little Cubby with us for the first day.
The night before Big Cubby was so excited about going to school. We laid out his clothes, shoes, jacket, and backpack which were all new. In the morning, I went to wake him up and tell him it was time to get ready for school. He was excited.
We loaded up the van and off we went. We pull up and there are other kids with their parents walking up. We head to the steps leading up to the door and Big Cubby tells me that he has got it and doesn't need to hold my hand. I was composed and I said ok. A mom next to me goes I am too trying to give my little guy space but it is hard.
We go to the classroom and he hangs up his stuff and off he goes to play. I chat with a few moms and check his mailbox then it was time for me to leave. I go up to Big Cubby and tell him I am leaving and he says ok bye. I ask for a kiss which he gives and then I leave.
I did not cry in the van on the way back to the house. Hubby askes me if I am all right and I said yes just nervous about how he is going to act there. So we have nervous energy and just wait until 11 to get him.
I go and pick him up and they bring him to the van. I ask him did he have fun and he tells me no and he is sad and does not want to go back. I ask why and he tells me the teachers said it was time to pick up the toys but he wants to keep playing with the blocks then a boy takes the blocks away from him and puts them away. He then starts crying.
I tell him that when the teacher tells you to pick up then you do it. I had to ask him 20 questions just to get out of him what he did at school. Overall I think he had a fun time.
We get home and he tells his daddy about his day then he pulls out of his pocket a yellow plastic bear and says this is for you mommy. Hubby and I look at each other and ask was he supposed to take this out of the classroom. He says no. Hubby sits him down and explains about stealing while I go into another room and just start crying.
I think everything caught up with me. I was upset because I had talked to him about the toys staying at school. I felt like a failure right at that moment.
Friday when he goes back to school I have to make sure he goes to the teacher and say he took the bear without asking and he was sorry.
When he gets embarrassed he totally shuts down. So with that and having Little Cubby with me who will want to get down and play and be crying when we have to leave Friday is going to be a stressful day.
Good news is he ask about school today and says he wants to go tomorrow.
Hubby worked from home yesterday so I wouldn't have to take Little Cubby with us for the first day.
The night before Big Cubby was so excited about going to school. We laid out his clothes, shoes, jacket, and backpack which were all new. In the morning, I went to wake him up and tell him it was time to get ready for school. He was excited.
We loaded up the van and off we went. We pull up and there are other kids with their parents walking up. We head to the steps leading up to the door and Big Cubby tells me that he has got it and doesn't need to hold my hand. I was composed and I said ok. A mom next to me goes I am too trying to give my little guy space but it is hard.
We go to the classroom and he hangs up his stuff and off he goes to play. I chat with a few moms and check his mailbox then it was time for me to leave. I go up to Big Cubby and tell him I am leaving and he says ok bye. I ask for a kiss which he gives and then I leave.
I did not cry in the van on the way back to the house. Hubby askes me if I am all right and I said yes just nervous about how he is going to act there. So we have nervous energy and just wait until 11 to get him.
I go and pick him up and they bring him to the van. I ask him did he have fun and he tells me no and he is sad and does not want to go back. I ask why and he tells me the teachers said it was time to pick up the toys but he wants to keep playing with the blocks then a boy takes the blocks away from him and puts them away. He then starts crying.
I tell him that when the teacher tells you to pick up then you do it. I had to ask him 20 questions just to get out of him what he did at school. Overall I think he had a fun time.
We get home and he tells his daddy about his day then he pulls out of his pocket a yellow plastic bear and says this is for you mommy. Hubby and I look at each other and ask was he supposed to take this out of the classroom. He says no. Hubby sits him down and explains about stealing while I go into another room and just start crying.
I think everything caught up with me. I was upset because I had talked to him about the toys staying at school. I felt like a failure right at that moment.
Friday when he goes back to school I have to make sure he goes to the teacher and say he took the bear without asking and he was sorry.
When he gets embarrassed he totally shuts down. So with that and having Little Cubby with me who will want to get down and play and be crying when we have to leave Friday is going to be a stressful day.
Good news is he ask about school today and says he wants to go tomorrow.
Monday, September 04, 2006
I'll never ride my bike again
We took the boys to the park so Big Cubby could practice riding his bike before it got too cold. This is this the picture before when everything was wonderful. Little Cubby loved running after his brother. Big Cubby started going down a hill and instead of hitting the brakes.
He ran straight between two small trees and hit the branches and fell over. The bottom picture is before we bandaged him all up. He stated that we was never riding his bike again. If you look closely you can see a big tear coming down his cheek.
Good news is the next day we got him on his bike and he was fine. He fell once put was better prepared on what to do. A lessoned learned.
He ran straight between two small trees and hit the branches and fell over. The bottom picture is before we bandaged him all up. He stated that we was never riding his bike again. If you look closely you can see a big tear coming down his cheek.
Good news is the next day we got him on his bike and he was fine. He fell once put was better prepared on what to do. A lessoned learned.
Friday, September 01, 2006
Mourning
Hubby and I have been discussing about having a third baby. I have gone back and forth on this. Hubby has decided that two is enough and made the comment he wanted to get rid of the baby clothes and other baby items. I started crying at this. I told him I needed a little more time before we get rid of the baby stuff.
I tried to explain that it was kind of like a mourning process. That I will won't have any more babies. He really did not understand what I am going through.
Have any of you gone through this? I am getting choked up just writing this. I don't know if this is part of being a female or do men go through it also. Even though I am 34, I don't want to close the door on a third baby.
I have pros and cons and I wasn't the happiest pregnant person but I still not ready to move on.
It could be that women go through menopause which ends their fertility and men can reproduce until they die that women mourn this.
Tell me what you think. I want to know that this is normal and to prove to Hubby I am not crazy.
I tried to explain that it was kind of like a mourning process. That I will won't have any more babies. He really did not understand what I am going through.
Have any of you gone through this? I am getting choked up just writing this. I don't know if this is part of being a female or do men go through it also. Even though I am 34, I don't want to close the door on a third baby.
I have pros and cons and I wasn't the happiest pregnant person but I still not ready to move on.
It could be that women go through menopause which ends their fertility and men can reproduce until they die that women mourn this.
Tell me what you think. I want to know that this is normal and to prove to Hubby I am not crazy.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Preschool Preview
Today the preschool Big Cubby will be attending had a "Get to know your preschool before it starts" day. We got to see where to hang up is bag and coat. Where he will be playing. We got to meet his teachers.
We get there and I get some paperwork, he is shown around then he is able to play with toys. Little Cubby got to play as well. The whole time there we would not let go of a Dirt Devil toy vacuum. When it was time to leave I had to pry it from his hands which made him cry.
I met some of the other moms which I am not good at. Luckily a woman came up to me and introduced herself and some of the other moms around. It seemed to me that they all knew each from last year preschool. I felt weird and awkward. I was staring to sweat. I even had boob sweat. I always do this when I get around other adults.
Good news is that Big Cubby loved it and was well behaved while there. When we got home he thanked me for taking him to see is school. I don't think I will have a problem with him not liking it. The problem will be in the mornings I take him to is class room Little Cubby will want to stay and will be very upset that he won't and Big Cubby will.
The countdown begins. 7 days.
We get there and I get some paperwork, he is shown around then he is able to play with toys. Little Cubby got to play as well. The whole time there we would not let go of a Dirt Devil toy vacuum. When it was time to leave I had to pry it from his hands which made him cry.
I met some of the other moms which I am not good at. Luckily a woman came up to me and introduced herself and some of the other moms around. It seemed to me that they all knew each from last year preschool. I felt weird and awkward. I was staring to sweat. I even had boob sweat. I always do this when I get around other adults.
Good news is that Big Cubby loved it and was well behaved while there. When we got home he thanked me for taking him to see is school. I don't think I will have a problem with him not liking it. The problem will be in the mornings I take him to is class room Little Cubby will want to stay and will be very upset that he won't and Big Cubby will.
The countdown begins. 7 days.
Monday, August 28, 2006
Happy 5th Birthday Big Cubby!
Today you turn 5 years old. It seems like yesterday you were a baby cuddled in my arms. You are now a big boy. 
You will be starting preschool soon.You are learning to ride a bike (with training wheels).
Age 4 You love trains of all kinds. You like to go to your room and play with your trains all day if I let you.
You like to wrestle with your brother.
You love saying things like bootyhind and the line from the movie Nacho Libre “Hey let go of my blouse”.
You are a very picky eater only eating chicken nuggets and French fries along with some kind of fruit. No veggies.
You like to wrestle with your brother.
You love saying things like bootyhind and the line from the movie Nacho Libre “Hey let go of my blouse”.
You are a very picky eater only eating chicken nuggets and French fries along with some kind of fruit. No veggies.
Age 3You like to look at books and for me to read to you when you go to bed at night.
You love Toy Story and playing with Buzz Lightyear and Woody. You still sleep with Bear.
Age 2You like to take pictures just like your Daddy.
You like to be able to do things on your own like getting your breakfast stuff out or buckling yourself in your booster seat.
Age 1You like to give hugs and kisses and tell us you love us all the time.
You are my beautiful first born son. The day you were born was the happiest day besides marring your Daddy. I looked at you and love that filled my heart so much I thought it would burst. I wanted to love you and protect you. I never wanted to put you down. I just wanted to hold you forever. You have turned into a funny, loving, stubborn and smart boy. I hope we are not messing you up to much just remember we love you.
Few days old
Leaving the hospital to go home
You are no longer my baby but a big boy.
I love you.
Happy Birthday.
Friday, August 25, 2006
I am no Rachael Ray
I want to thank everyone for their recipe ideas. I will be giving them a try in the next few weeks.
I did make a few meals this week I found in a Betty Crocker Casseroles and slow cooker meals magazine.
The first meal I made was Sloppy Joe Casserole. This is basically sloppy joes with a cornbread topping. First I did not have the right dish size so I had to use a bigger dish. I then forgot to add cheese before putting the cornbread mix on top.
Both boys did not like it. I made Big Cubby take one bite of it and he gagged. Little Cubby would not open is mouth and shoved the plate away. It really wasn’t that bad tasting. I thought it was ok. Hubby liked it and thought it was pretty good. He got it to work for lunch.
The second meal I made was a Chicken and Noodles Skillet. It had chicken, baby carrots, broccoli, egg noodles, chicken broth and cream of chicken soup. It was easy and quick. Once again both boys acted like I was serving them dog doo. I really like the taste of this. I was good. Hubby liked it. I still made Big Cubby take a bite.
The third meal I had made before. It was Lasagna Rollups. Basically you put on one noodle ricotta cheese, tomato sauce and whatever type of meat or just mozz cheese then you roll them up. Top with tomato sauce and cheese then bake. I just did cheese. Both boys would not eat it. Hubby and I did for a few meals.
Tonight I made Cheesy Tater-Topped Chicken Casserole. It has chicken, broccoli, cauliflower, carrots in cheese sauce topped with tater tots. It was good and easy. Big Cubby started crying because he ordered chicken nuggets and fries. Little Cubby shoved the plate away.
I am telling you these boys are way too picky. I am a picky eater and I make things that are not like what my family made when I was little. Cabbage Rolls. I get sick thinking about them now. I just don’t know what to do.
I will be trying everybody’s suggestions very soon. I am trying not to be a short order cook because it really makes me tired.
So there are my cooking adventures. Still don’t like it but am I really trying.
I did make a few meals this week I found in a Betty Crocker Casseroles and slow cooker meals magazine.
The first meal I made was Sloppy Joe Casserole. This is basically sloppy joes with a cornbread topping. First I did not have the right dish size so I had to use a bigger dish. I then forgot to add cheese before putting the cornbread mix on top.
Both boys did not like it. I made Big Cubby take one bite of it and he gagged. Little Cubby would not open is mouth and shoved the plate away. It really wasn’t that bad tasting. I thought it was ok. Hubby liked it and thought it was pretty good. He got it to work for lunch.
The second meal I made was a Chicken and Noodles Skillet. It had chicken, baby carrots, broccoli, egg noodles, chicken broth and cream of chicken soup. It was easy and quick. Once again both boys acted like I was serving them dog doo. I really like the taste of this. I was good. Hubby liked it. I still made Big Cubby take a bite.
The third meal I had made before. It was Lasagna Rollups. Basically you put on one noodle ricotta cheese, tomato sauce and whatever type of meat or just mozz cheese then you roll them up. Top with tomato sauce and cheese then bake. I just did cheese. Both boys would not eat it. Hubby and I did for a few meals.
Tonight I made Cheesy Tater-Topped Chicken Casserole. It has chicken, broccoli, cauliflower, carrots in cheese sauce topped with tater tots. It was good and easy. Big Cubby started crying because he ordered chicken nuggets and fries. Little Cubby shoved the plate away.
I am telling you these boys are way too picky. I am a picky eater and I make things that are not like what my family made when I was little. Cabbage Rolls. I get sick thinking about them now. I just don’t know what to do.
I will be trying everybody’s suggestions very soon. I am trying not to be a short order cook because it really makes me tired.
So there are my cooking adventures. Still don’t like it but am I really trying.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Count your blessings
For the past two nights, Hubby and I have watched the documentary When the Levee Broke by Spike Lee on HBO. I don’t know if I can express the feelings I had watching this.
I was sad, angry, pissed, heartbroken, in disbelief, and so on. Our government failed this people. Our President failed this people. It scares me to think for those of us who work paycheck to paycheck or barely make enough to support our families can be written off so easily and forgotten. It was been a year since Hurricane Katrina hit and very little progress has been made to get the people back home to New Orleans, Mississippi. This country can help other countries but when it comes time to help our own people they drop the ball. Why is that?
They are still finding bodies in homes there. The levees are still being worked on. Houses and debris are still in the state the hurricane left them. People want to go home but can’t.
I almost cried a couple of times and then last night I lost it. They interviewed a woman whose daughter drowned during the hurricane. She was only 5 years old. The little girl was staying with her father and his girlfriend and children and they did not evacuate. They found the body of the little girl 6 months later. They showed the funeral for the little girl and the mother just breaking down during it sobbing. I just lost it. I have a soon to be 5 year old. I can’t imagine losing him like that. The mother said she had a dream before she found out her daughter was missing. She dreamed her daughter was calling her and saying Mama, I am falling and there was water. She woke up in cold sweat and later found out her daughter drowned. The sadness, the guilt this mother must have felt even though it wasn’t her fault. This story hit close to home for me.
Everyday we should count our blessings. We should hug our children. We should be thankful for what we have because you never know when you might run into a situation like this.
I strongly recommend watching this documentary. It will be showing again a couple more times on HBO. Here is the link to the dates and times. If you don’t have HBO, I am sure it will be on DVD very soon. The first anniversary for this disaster is on Tuesday, August 29th.
Before anyone goes off on some of the bad seeds out there taking advantage of the system let say this point for every one bad seed out there, there are 10 good ones.
I am afraid for our country because I don’t think our government really gives a shit about us until election time. I am not a real political person. I am not really liberal and I am not really conservative. So don’t think I am on a high horse or anything I am just a concerned citizen.
I was sad, angry, pissed, heartbroken, in disbelief, and so on. Our government failed this people. Our President failed this people. It scares me to think for those of us who work paycheck to paycheck or barely make enough to support our families can be written off so easily and forgotten. It was been a year since Hurricane Katrina hit and very little progress has been made to get the people back home to New Orleans, Mississippi. This country can help other countries but when it comes time to help our own people they drop the ball. Why is that?
They are still finding bodies in homes there. The levees are still being worked on. Houses and debris are still in the state the hurricane left them. People want to go home but can’t.
I almost cried a couple of times and then last night I lost it. They interviewed a woman whose daughter drowned during the hurricane. She was only 5 years old. The little girl was staying with her father and his girlfriend and children and they did not evacuate. They found the body of the little girl 6 months later. They showed the funeral for the little girl and the mother just breaking down during it sobbing. I just lost it. I have a soon to be 5 year old. I can’t imagine losing him like that. The mother said she had a dream before she found out her daughter was missing. She dreamed her daughter was calling her and saying Mama, I am falling and there was water. She woke up in cold sweat and later found out her daughter drowned. The sadness, the guilt this mother must have felt even though it wasn’t her fault. This story hit close to home for me.
Everyday we should count our blessings. We should hug our children. We should be thankful for what we have because you never know when you might run into a situation like this.
I strongly recommend watching this documentary. It will be showing again a couple more times on HBO. Here is the link to the dates and times. If you don’t have HBO, I am sure it will be on DVD very soon. The first anniversary for this disaster is on Tuesday, August 29th.
Before anyone goes off on some of the bad seeds out there taking advantage of the system let say this point for every one bad seed out there, there are 10 good ones.
I am afraid for our country because I don’t think our government really gives a shit about us until election time. I am not a real political person. I am not really liberal and I am not really conservative. So don’t think I am on a high horse or anything I am just a concerned citizen.
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Lance Armstrong types
Today we walked up from our house to watch this race. It was actually pretty cool to watch. Hubby took some pictures and when he has gone through all 600 of them he will post some of the best. I am not sure who won because he had to leave with 10 laps to go because Big Cubby was tired and was getting in trouble for not listening.
I love to people watch and let me tell you there was a lot to see today. Oh boy some of the clothes or lack there of that was abundant. We are talking about people who should not be showing that much skin if you know what I mean.
Overall, it was pretty exciting to watch. I have never seen a race like this in person before. I think it is pretty boring on tv. Live is cool.
I love to people watch and let me tell you there was a lot to see today. Oh boy some of the clothes or lack there of that was abundant. We are talking about people who should not be showing that much skin if you know what I mean.
Overall, it was pretty exciting to watch. I have never seen a race like this in person before. I think it is pretty boring on tv. Live is cool.
Friday, August 18, 2006
I need your help
Ok, everybody I am asking for your help. You see I am not a good cook. Heck I really don't like to cook but I need to start making meals and I don't have any ideas. I am going to the grocery store tomorrow and so I need your help.
Please give me some ideas and recipes that I can use. I would like for them to be easy to make and remember I have to little ones and one of them can be picky.
I am begging for help!
Please give me some ideas and recipes that I can use. I would like for them to be easy to make and remember I have to little ones and one of them can be picky.
I am begging for help!
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Guilty Pleasures
OK, it is time to confess. I have to get this off my chest. I can’t stand the burden no more. Are you ready?
I have guilty pleasures. There I said it. I am now clean. That is right I have things I like that I would not admit in public.
You are asking yourself “why bring it up now?” Well, I need to say it out loud or in writing in this case. I want you to know the real me. I have been keeping things from you afraid of what you would think of me.
No more I am free and this is me.
Here are my guilty pleasures:
I like the new song from Justin Timberlake “Sexy Back”. I like to dance to it.
I like Kelly Clarkson
I watch So You Think You Can Dance. It was my dream to dance professionally.
I love the gossip blogs. Dlisted, Hot Momma Drama, Gabsmash just to name a few. Hollywood is so high school and I love looking in whether the gossip is true or not. These people are so sad. I feel better about my life when I read some of this stuff.
I love powdered donuts. I hide them from the boys and sneak around eating them.
I love driving by myself with the radio blaring singing and dancing.
I am in a mood to admit some things about myself so here it goes.
I wanted to be a Solid Gold Dancer.
I dance in front of the mirror.
I have lived in a trailer. We were so white trash. It was college.
I have been hit on by another girl.
I had bad acne in my middle 20’s and now I have scars and pockmarks that I am embarrassed by. Hubby says they are not noticeable but he is being sweet.
I suffer from low self esteem.
I was a janitor at a college while attending the college.
I have quit three jobs the next day after I was hired.
The first time I got drunk was when I was 19.
First time I had sex was when I was 19. And no it was not the same time I got drunk. Hubby is the one and only.
I have only had two serious boyfriends.
I was the girl that was friends with the boys never a girlfriend. Went to dances with “friends”.
I love sports. I wish I had more talent in the athletics department. I played summer softball league from 2nd grade to 8th grade.
I miscarried in 1994 which put in a depression for months. I did not get out of bed.
I was in love with Rick Springfield. Have you seen him now? Gross.
I had a jean jacket with tons of buttons on it. You know what I mean by buttons like I had on that said I want my MTV. Those buttons or flair. Guess the movie where the word flair comes from.
I almost always never wear make-up. The reason being I have never been sure on how to wear it.
Ok, I have to stop now because I don’t want to scare all of you. I can’t believe I have admitting the above so far.
So I am a freak. Please don’t be afraid and come back and read me!
I have guilty pleasures. There I said it. I am now clean. That is right I have things I like that I would not admit in public.
You are asking yourself “why bring it up now?” Well, I need to say it out loud or in writing in this case. I want you to know the real me. I have been keeping things from you afraid of what you would think of me.
No more I am free and this is me.
Here are my guilty pleasures:
I like the new song from Justin Timberlake “Sexy Back”. I like to dance to it.
I like Kelly Clarkson
I watch So You Think You Can Dance. It was my dream to dance professionally.
I love the gossip blogs. Dlisted, Hot Momma Drama, Gabsmash just to name a few. Hollywood is so high school and I love looking in whether the gossip is true or not. These people are so sad. I feel better about my life when I read some of this stuff.
I love powdered donuts. I hide them from the boys and sneak around eating them.
I love driving by myself with the radio blaring singing and dancing.
I am in a mood to admit some things about myself so here it goes.
I wanted to be a Solid Gold Dancer.
I dance in front of the mirror.
I have lived in a trailer. We were so white trash. It was college.
I have been hit on by another girl.
I had bad acne in my middle 20’s and now I have scars and pockmarks that I am embarrassed by. Hubby says they are not noticeable but he is being sweet.
I suffer from low self esteem.
I was a janitor at a college while attending the college.
I have quit three jobs the next day after I was hired.
The first time I got drunk was when I was 19.
First time I had sex was when I was 19. And no it was not the same time I got drunk. Hubby is the one and only.
I have only had two serious boyfriends.
I was the girl that was friends with the boys never a girlfriend. Went to dances with “friends”.
I love sports. I wish I had more talent in the athletics department. I played summer softball league from 2nd grade to 8th grade.
I miscarried in 1994 which put in a depression for months. I did not get out of bed.
I was in love with Rick Springfield. Have you seen him now? Gross.
I had a jean jacket with tons of buttons on it. You know what I mean by buttons like I had on that said I want my MTV. Those buttons or flair. Guess the movie where the word flair comes from.
I almost always never wear make-up. The reason being I have never been sure on how to wear it.
Ok, I have to stop now because I don’t want to scare all of you. I can’t believe I have admitting the above so far.
So I am a freak. Please don’t be afraid and come back and read me!
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
23 months
Little Cubby turned 23 months old on Sunday. I am saving my update post for next month since he turns the big 2. Also, notice his wispy hair. This weekend we are going to try to get him in to get a haircut. It will be his first. All of his baby curls will be gone. I am sad just thinking about it. But it is time.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
New word of the day
Bootyhind.
This is Big Cubby's new word. Used in a sentence:"My pants are falling down and you can see my bootyhind".
He thinks this is very funny.
This is Big Cubby's new word. Used in a sentence:"My pants are falling down and you can see my bootyhind".
He thinks this is very funny.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Something always happens when Hubby goes out of town
Hubby left yesterday to go on an overnight business trip so that means something usually happens.
The boys and I walked to the dry cleaners and dropped off some shirts. We then started walking towards the post office. We started crossing the train tracks when Big Cubby was not paying attention because he was looking down the tracks for a train when he started drifting off into the road and the light had just turned green. I reached out and grabbed his arm and yanked him back. He came close to getting hit. I was so pissed. I made him keep his hand on the stroller the rest of the way.
We moved our couch/futon because we thought our new couch was going to be delivered. Sidenote: They cancelled delivery again now two more weeks until it will be in. So the old couch/futon was in new place and there was a big gap between the wall and it. The boys were playing and chasing each and in a second Little Cubby raced up the couch trying to get away from his brother and fell backwards hitting his head on the wall. I raced to grab him and he had a huge bump on his head. I started to freak out. I tried calling Hubby and his phone went straight to voicemail. I left a message then kept calling it about 20 times. I knew which brand of hotel Hubby was staying at but not the specific one so I called one of six and he was not at that one. I did not want to call all of the making me sound like a stalkcr. Hubby hadn't had a chance to tell me which one and room number yet. I did not know what to do so I called my mother-in-law. She calmed me down and asked a few questions. By then Little Cubby was running back and forth in the living room and was dancing to the commercials. All normal things for him. He seemed ok.
I watched over him for an hour and he seemed fine then it was time for bed. Hubby called after I laid down the boys. It seems his phone died on him and he forgot his charger. He had to go buy one. Of all the times for that to happen.
This morning he is ok. The bump has gone down a lot. Hubby comes home tonight. Thank goodness.
The boys and I walked to the dry cleaners and dropped off some shirts. We then started walking towards the post office. We started crossing the train tracks when Big Cubby was not paying attention because he was looking down the tracks for a train when he started drifting off into the road and the light had just turned green. I reached out and grabbed his arm and yanked him back. He came close to getting hit. I was so pissed. I made him keep his hand on the stroller the rest of the way.
We moved our couch/futon because we thought our new couch was going to be delivered. Sidenote: They cancelled delivery again now two more weeks until it will be in. So the old couch/futon was in new place and there was a big gap between the wall and it. The boys were playing and chasing each and in a second Little Cubby raced up the couch trying to get away from his brother and fell backwards hitting his head on the wall. I raced to grab him and he had a huge bump on his head. I started to freak out. I tried calling Hubby and his phone went straight to voicemail. I left a message then kept calling it about 20 times. I knew which brand of hotel Hubby was staying at but not the specific one so I called one of six and he was not at that one. I did not want to call all of the making me sound like a stalkcr. Hubby hadn't had a chance to tell me which one and room number yet. I did not know what to do so I called my mother-in-law. She calmed me down and asked a few questions. By then Little Cubby was running back and forth in the living room and was dancing to the commercials. All normal things for him. He seemed ok.
I watched over him for an hour and he seemed fine then it was time for bed. Hubby called after I laid down the boys. It seems his phone died on him and he forgot his charger. He had to go buy one. Of all the times for that to happen.
This morning he is ok. The bump has gone down a lot. Hubby comes home tonight. Thank goodness.
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