Weather

I don't think I believe our weather people anymore. It looks like they called this one off by a bit. Luckily, I am stocking up on my way home with water, candles, batteries, non perishables, and the like. I've even been told by my wonderful husband that my little electric car can be used as a backup generator if we are knocked off the grid by weather. That is a great little perk.

SNOW DAYS STINK

We had a beautiful bunch of crunchy snow (3-5 inches or so) this morning. I decided to put off going to work until the roads had been cleared and it was a little lighter outside. Around 10am, my son had to go to work, so I thought that would be a good time. WRONG. It started raining as we got in the car, so I just dropped him off and went home before the ice began. Everything is encased in a hard, thick shell of ice. The roads look like a skating rink. I certainly hope tomorrow is clearer... they have already cancelled school.... kids love these days, but they really take it out of the big people...

Hello, Lurker

I've been noticing you there in the darkened wings, friend. Commenting here and there on posts has brought you into the light. I prefer knowing the names of people who are offering up parenting advice, so I have disabled the anonymous comments. Feel free to keep reading and if you'd like to share your identity, I'll gladly receive your comments.

Oh happy day!!

As I sit alone here in my little jail cell of an office, I praise Al Gore, inventor of the internet. Because without it, I wouldn't have been able to witness from this great distance, the overwhelmingly wonderful event of our President's inauguration. I was surprised that I was overcome with a little emotion and a big ol lump in my throat. Perhaps it is foolish to hang so much on one man, but I am telling you that I will be proud to refer to Barack Hussein Obama as our President, with a capital P, instead of the words I used to refer to our now defunct "leader" GW.

My children are growing up in some good times. I hope they live to see what a great world can be had when people put aside resentment, hatred, bigotry, and pre-conceived notions. Oh, what wonderful things these next four years can bring us and I for one couldn't be happier!!

Here in the privacy of my little office, I wept without reserve and gave our wonderful new leader a standing ovation.......History has been made and it ROCKS!

Movie Weekend

My friends and I watched a few movies over the weekend. Quite possibly the best exchange I will ever see in a movie, was this from the movie Juno: (take note that Rollo is played by the guy on the Office, Dwight).


Rollo: So what's the prognosis, Fertile Myrtle? Minus or plus?
Juno MacGuff: I don't know. It's not seasoned yet. [grabs products]
Juno MacGuff: I'll take some of these. Nope... There it is. The little pink plus sign is so unholy. [shakes pregnancy tester]
Rollo: That ain't no Etch-A-Sketch. This is one doodle that can't be un-did, Homeskillet

So Juno was clearly one movie we watched and enjoyed, Ghost Town rated a solid second, but Mamma Mia was just fluff.. not bad, not great. The kids enjoyed shaking their booties to a little ABBA, but that was it.

Oh you lucky people

You are fortunate that my fleeting thought of blogging about anal seepage and barf boogers has passed and that I will now just tell you about my children. You are welcome.

Aurelia, on having her nails trimmed: " I not 'joying this."

Aurelia begs her brother to have a wedding with her until he gives in. He mumbles "Alright, we're married." She replies, " No we're not. We didn't dance."

Aurelia blames her flatulence on one of her many dolls... Daniel pipes up with " Um, that would be pretty much impossible, unless one of them got a real butt."

Daniel and Aurelia, in harmony, every five seconds non-stop "Can I have (insert starchy treat here)?"

Baby Nubbins

I am a huge fan of the NPR show This American Life. Last night, I heard a snippet of this broadcast (the story I heard begins at approx. minute 40 on this recording, you can fast forward). It's all about the experience this young lady had in the FAO Schwartz Lee Middleton baby nursery. It is freakin' hilarious and I look forward to talking with any of you that actually give this doozy a listen.

Conversations with the crazy little people that live in my house

The orthodontist had to place spacers in Daniel's teeth to prepare for an expander in the next few weeks. Not so bad, but they also had to take impressions of his upper and lower teeth. Now Dan the Man has a pretty strong gag reflex and I was prepared for some upchucking to occur. The lower set went off pretty well, with just a little hint of gag. She let him up to rinse his mouth and he happily came back to play Tetris on the chairside Gameboy.... until she came with the big gun... the upper tray chock full of mushy pink gaggy goodness. The boy restrained himself, but there was much gagging with full fledged red enlarged eyeballs and Huuuuu Huuuuu Huuuuu sounds. When it was all said and done, he looked at me and said "Well, that was unexpected."

Aurelia announced in the car, on the way home from dropping Cory off at work, that sometimes when she eats popcorn she is allergic to peanuts.

I have an old fax machine sitting on my dining room table. It has big buttons, a handset, and it isn't plugged in. For the last several evenings, my young children have planted themselves at the table to have imaginary conversations with a variety of people. They have also used the handset as a microphone to make a multitude of noises and songs in an attempt to make the other laugh. It usually works.

Have you laughed today?

I'll bet you have now!!

Va jay jay

Yup... I said it.

I like to hear happy things from my doctor. Love to even. Except when that doctor asks me to drop my knees and when I explain that no really, that's it, they don't drop anymore, he asks me if they will replace my hips. I said, no, not for another fifteen years or so. Then (and I admit I was asking for it when I did this) I said, jokingly, that I was too young to be this broken down. Now here, my friends, is where I don't need to hear the silver lining. I don't need to hear the words "Well your vagina is in good shape" from the man who is elbow deep in aforementioned hoohah. For crying out loud.

My boys senior pictures

My boys senior pictures arrived today. I must say that he is quite a handsome devil. They can be viewed here.

I tried, I really tried, to convince him to take more than just two shirts. Or comb his hair (note the small bit of cowlick, conehead)... You can lead a horse to water, as they say...