Category: Pay attention to me…me me me…

It was a very eventful weekend. Jon had off from work and the kids had off from school, but I had my regular day off from work. Not really much of a day off if you ask me, but I am willing to take it! We spent the weekend partying, worshiping, eating, and lazing around with a few bursts of cleaning here and there.

Yesterday a friend of ours came over with his chainsaw and helped us removed some limbs from our trees that the city was going to fine us if we didn’t remove or get above the height requirement. This nice person (not really, but they are only doing their stoopid job afterall) drives around LOOKING for things us homeowners have let go or gets out of “Property Standards”. Like we live in a homeowners association or something. We don’t. I pay taxes like everyone else and if my tree happens to hang a little lower than the rest, then what is the big deal? If my yard in the back has grass along the easement  that happens to go above 12 inches high, who cares? I don’t I never go back there anyway. The city cares and they care enough to send the very best by way of letter giving us 15 days to comply with standards or they will hire a third party to cut or trim said violation and stick us with the bill. Oy I say.

So back to the weekend. Dan came over and helped us and there were tree branches everywhere and wood we can let cure to use as firewood next year.

All the kids helped for a bit and even I got out there and helped. I was hauling debris and wheelbarrow-ing wood back and around the side of the house. I reached a stopping point when my heart was beating so fast I thought I was going to pass out and sweat was dripping down my nose and dripping off the end. I NEVER move that much that I sweat. And maybe that is my problem, but remember, I am too pretty to work hard. It says so on my t-shirt. My other T-shirt says I will work for shoes. I didn’t see any of those at the end of my sweat-fest yesterday.

So we clean up the yard, take a shower and then drop off the two girls at their best friends houses and head to Matt and Deb’s. It was a nice evening with much merriment and noshing. The boys played nicely with Trey and Nana and we hardly knew there were there. It was a nice change from the usual arguing and bickering that goes on with two older sisters who want to do their own thing.

As I mentioned in my previous post from last night, we came home to our door being wide open. We have since determined that the door did get closed before we left by Lauren who with full hands didn’t manage to close it until the lock clicked. So when it started to rain last night, we pieced together that the wind must have pushed the door open and there it stayed until we arrived home.

We all promised that we would be conscious of making sure the door gets closed by whom ever is out last.

Today we laid around and snuggled in our new and improved ice box of a house because the air conditioner was repaired on Friday night ( I forgot to mention that, sorry) because it wasn’t working properly and now it chills the house to a frosty 82 degrees. I don’t think we have ever been cold at 80 degrees in the almost 9 years we have lived here. I am sure my Mom would love that it’s so cold here. And I think she would agree that this new and improved air cooling at 80 degrees would be a pleasant temp. even for her.
We watched a marathon of “How do I look?” on the style network while tickling Daddy and pinching various children who got in our way. Then I got a wild hair about cleaning the disgusting bathroom and vanity in our room. I cleared off everything, rearranged products and moved the cabinet from the bathroom to the top of my vanity to house all of my crap and get it behind closed doors. I like the look and we are going to try it out and see if we love it and then maybe we can buy some shelves from Ikea and redo the master bath. The tile in the in kids bath needs to come down and be replaced, so maybe we can do that one first and then ours.
Wow, I am tried of me talking….I guess I had a lot to say. If you have stuck around this long, pat yourself on the back and give yourself a high five. You are officially caught up on our weekend and now the week will start with work and school and end with me flying to St. Louis on Friday. I’ll be back on Sunday just in time for an Upward meeting at church. ( I can’t make it Jon, sorry- shucks!) Then one day off to recover and it starts all over again. Then I have to plan Michael Jon’s birthday party. The fun never ends around here and that is just the way I like it. Good night!

CLOSE THE DAMN DOOR!

We came home after hanging out at BlogoSpeer’s house tonight and found our front door wide open! We were only gone 5 hours or so. No biggie! We were worried someone broke in, but no, everything was still in its place and lights on, air conditioner off and door wiiiiiiide open. I freaked out a little thinking the worst, but it seems the last person out the door which could have either been Jon or one of the girls didn’t close the door. Thank God for his protection.

Too bad someone DIDN’T come in our house and clean it up as a surprise. That would have been special.  I am also surprised a neighbor didn’t come by and knock on the door to see if we were home and liked having our door open and closed it for us. Thanks neighbor! I guess this isn’t Mr. Rogers neighborhood.

Tonight was Brenna’s 11th birthday party celebration at the Texas Pool. 8 of her closest friends came, Lauren’s friend Megan came and 3 other families joined in the festivities. There was pizza, and the most delicious cake my friend Felicia made, and drinks and fun. They swam and had a great time. There were a few mishaps that involved brother and sister and flying fists, but after the tears and an ice pack, all was well. Dan stayed in his corner and sulked and Brenna played with her girl friends. She got lots of great presents and dramatically enjoyed each one. I think there was some fainting among the gifts and lots of squeals.

I didn’t get in the pool as I was the host-est with the most-est, but that’s what Moms do. They hover, and clean, and take pictures. They reminisce about when she was one and chubby cheeked with long eye lashes and curly hair. They shed tears deep down inside for the little girls who are gone on the outside and the big girls who are emerging, becoming women and yet still hanging on to the little girls they are. Happy Birthday Brenna! I love being your Mom.

And he says things like this. Click here (warning!! Obscene language not usually heard by women- open only if you are over the age of 18) Continue reading “Behold! The perfect man does exist!”

I discovered Kristen Chenoweth when my sister first told me about Wicked the Musical. I searched around for her on the web and I came across this song on  MySpace. I added it to  my page and then found the video. Taylor The Latte Boy has been an instant cult hit with me and my family, and some friends who  aren’t sick of it already! I want so badly to sing this for a Valentine’s Banquet at our church because it would make a great skit, but we haven’t had one in 2 years! Hurry up already!!

It’s the first day of school! Yahooooooie!!!
The kids were so excited. Lauren especially. She couldn’t sleep. She came out at 10:30 and complained she couldn’t sleep. I reassured her that I knew what she was going thru at least 12 times in my life, one for each first day of school I experienced. All the wondering, the anxiety, and questions. “Will they like me? Will they remember me? Will I look cute in my new school clothes? Are the same girls who liked me last year going to ignore me this year? Will any boys like me this year? What if my feet stink?” Just kidding on the last one, but it could happen! LOL She laughed and got a glass of milk and we told her she would certainly dream about running down the street in slow motion, late for school, panicked and yelling, but no one can hear her. She’ll get to school and everyone will be waiting for her but she’ll want to die because…….drumroll….she’s naked. Then she’ll wake up in a cold sweat and it’s only 1am. 5 more hours of sleep left to go because she will wake up super early to make sure she gets ready on time.
I pretty much called the whole wake up early thing, but not the dream….at least she hasn’t told me what she dreamt about yet. Bless her heart, she was so excited she couldn’t wait any longer.
Dan was ahead of the game, he just slept in his new clothes and woke up and was ready to go. Brenna was up early as well and everyone left at 7:10!!! Shock…school was a half an hour away, but who cares! It’s the first day!

Pictures are up at Flickr!. Just click on the rotating pics in the right sidebar and browse them until you see the kiddos. They look so happy.
**Edited** They all had a great time today and can’t wait  to go back tomorrow. Mikey bugged me every 8.3 seconds when the kids were coming home and if he could call Brenna on the phone. Bless his heart, he has no concept of time yet and he was hoping he got to go today as well and cried when he couldn’t. He cried so loud I thought the neighbors were going to think we were hurting him!!  **

Only 5 more hours until they come home….*sigh* I’m off for coffee at Starbucks with Debbi and hopefully Laura. Skylar started school today and I’m sure there were tears shed!

He bought me a new wireless keyboard because my other one was fried and now I can type emails, talk on Yahoo and browse the Net! WhooHoo!!

 

I didn’t realize just how broken it really was until I got a new shiny keyboard that does all these cool things. I can press a button and programs just pop up. Seriously…way cool. Now I can be super lazy and sit at my keyboard and barely move the mouse. Awesome.

Subtract the sum of all boyfriends / girlfriends / husbands / wives you have had from the number of computers you’ve ever owned. If the number is positive you’re a geek.

I guess I’m a geek –

Yesterday was like any other day….. shoot, who am I kidding? This is how our day went:

• Woke up late for Praise team practice, still groggy from sleeping pill.
• Got there 25 min. late and ended up having someone else sing for me.
• Worked in the school office for a bit.
• Jon and Dan were home caring for sick-boy Mikey.
• Lauren was in extended teaching care as a sub and Brenna was in big church w/ me.
• Didn’t feel well and was worried about Mikey, so left early.
• Came home and Mikey seemed to be feeling better, he was playing on the bed and rough housing.
• Went to a late lunch at Taco Bell, got in argument with Jon during lunch.
• Mikey started to get all sleepy, didn’t want to eat, felt hot and wanted to go home.
• We needed a few groceries, so we headed to Wally World.
• Within 30 min. Mikey was covering his head with his jacket (in 100 degree weather a jacket!) and burning up and complaining that his head hurts.
• We drop off kids and groceries and I head to Pediatrics After Hours with him at 4pm.
• We are examined and its possible he could have viral meningitis. Doctor wants us to go to the ER.
• They prick his finger for white blood cell count and he cries for 10 min. and then falls asleep.
• We head to the ER.
• After a dose of motrin at the docs office, he wants to play in the waiting room, I am pretty sure I’m wasting 100 bucks.
• A room is waiting for us and we go thru the whole ordeal of re-hashing is symptoms.
• I am worried that my kids is really sick because he went from the world is fun to fighting me on everything I said to him and had to do to find out why he is not well.
• He cried for 10 min. when I took off his clothes for a tiger printed gown.
• We watched some Disney channel and the fun really began.
• They wanted him to pee in a cup. No go. Call Dad.
• Dad gets him to pee and I get him to take some tylenol.
• He spits it out all over me and himself.
• The nurse forces the rest down his gullet and he spits 3/4 of it out all over his pillow, gown and bed.
• The nurses wrap him up and put an IV in him and he did as well as could be expected, but my heart was hurting to hear him scream during the whole thing.
• They put numbing cream on his back for the lumbar puncture and wait for it to work.
• They give him a bag of anti-biotic in his IV.
• They come in and do a chest X-ray Dad helps him do it because he is not happy about it. at. all.
• And then we wait.
• I search the hospital for something to drink. Coffee, great. Where’s the sugar? Walk to Egypt to find a single sugar packet. No go. Oh well, I’ll give the coffee to Jon. I buy me a bottle of water. Walk back.
• Come in, baby boy is sleeping. Finally.
• Jon and I watch Grease.
• Bobby our Pastor comes in for a visit and around 9 pm, we get the diagnosis that is chest X-ray shows a spot of collapse and fluid, even though he is moving air just fine.
• They decide not to do the LP and we grateful.
• A bag of fluids and he is ready to go home.
• I take off to go CVS to get sippy cups, juice and tylenol and then head to pick up the kids from Bobby’s house.
• Jon beats me home with Mikey and we all fall into a heap on the floor and go to bed.

The End.

Well, no not really. I have a follow up with his Pediatrician today at 4pm to go over everything again and see what to do from here. Then tomorrow I am at work for teacher training because school starts next week! Aaaahhhhh!! Run, run faaar away!

The End Again.

Seems like Michael Jon is sick with whatever Brenna had. Hers turned into pneumonia so I can only hope his isn’t too complicated now. He has a fever, cough, and the ability to come flying into our bed at 2am in a single bound. Unlike Superman, he can’t bend steal with is hands, but he can cough phlegm all over our bespread with ease and agility, all while crying and telling me his head hurts. He’s amazing!
While I go get my hair done (finally!) at 10 am, he and Jon will go see the doctor. Oy, another 15 bucks in copays and who knows how much in medicines. Since our FSA went dry we are crying every time we open our wallet at CVS!

**Now, back to me!** 😀
I am going to get a hair cut something like this: **and I got this
& this

what do you think? I think I took the one from the front a little too quickly and thought I was smiling, but I look kind of haggy…oh well…

But I doubt it will actually look anything near as cute as this, as I am thinning up on top of my hair like an old man. *sigh* The girl who has done my hair for almost 5 years now is really good, but I have to beg her to be daring and just go for it! She is afraid she will cut it too short and I will be unhappy. No honey, you cut it the way I want it and if I cry, then you tell me to “suck it up sistah, you wanted it that way, and in 8 weeks it’ll be grown out!” Am I right?
I love that style because its a more modern take on what I used to get when I was in high school but not so masculine from the front. I used to get it cut over my ears with bangs and I just poofed it up some in the front. I always liked the shorter cuts because I felt like it made my face look thinner, but it really just made me look like a masculine girl. When I have it cut now, it’s really cute because around my face the hair is longer and actually gives the allusion my face IS thinner and therefore I look it. (work with me people) The back lately is just a blah mess and just lays there. I want options to mix it up and punk it out or have it lay like in the picture. All that needs to be done with a shorter cut in back.
Now, for those who don’t know about or like this style, it’s called EMO now, but back in my day (I know I did NOT just say that?! God help me I’m turning into my parents! love ya Mom and Dad! ) it was a skater cut and I had it! I even had it cropped closer on one side of my head and bangs in my eyes. Yes, I was a catalyst, or should I say Marshall at JcPenney was the catalyst for the punk-y, emo, mod hairstyles we have today. I used to let him do whatever he wanted with my hair and I loved almost everything he did. Except the time he put my hair in rollers and it was all swollen and 70 year old comb out looking. I was so poofy my hair bounced up and down like an afro while I walked home. I prayed no one would see me! LOL
All and all, I like sassy hair, one that isn’t like everyone else’s and that sets me apart from the ordinary, stuck in a rut population.

I guess that’s what makes me, well….me! Stay tuned for either tears or triumph! I’ll post a pic soon!