Daniel to his sister at Walmart about not getting the candy she asked for...."No worries.."
Aurelia, in a bout of unexpected vegan interest... "Can I have some broccoli, please?"
Cory's friend, Parker, being silly about macking on the ladies..."Are you a parking ticket? 'Cause you got fine written all over you..." (Poor ladies in this generation... those lines are horrible).
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Saturday night we are slated to watch Cory (Adam) perform his senior high school musical, L'il Abner, in his role as the minister. If you know people in the area, encourage them to come out and support these kids and their efforts. You'll enjoy it, because my son is one damn fine actor...
In other new, Archie has been experiencing a gender identity crisis. The woman who was fostering him said all four puppies in the litter were boys. The vet Archie went to yesterday crushed that belief. So Archie needs a new name... any suggestions? I have toyed with Trixie Belden or Elvira(mistress of the dark)....but can't conceive of yelling either down the street to her.
Archie being his super cute self...
Adorable....
Daniel making a silly face at Pinewood Derby...where he won a 2nd place trophy!!
The foxy fox Ted and the wee ones spotted while treasure hunting...
Daniel and Aurelia at a geo-cache spot in Huntington... not sure why Daniel feels the need to be brandishing his pirate sword, perhaps he was protecting his sister from the rabid fox...?This past weekend, I put the children to bed, snuggled on the couch with our new puppy, Archie, and got all ready for my evening cookie snack. Every evening, as things wind down and I watch my brain draining television, I pour myself an ice cold glass of delicious milk and some form of fatty, chocolatey yumminess. Milk in our house is a commodity that is worth far more than gold. The children drink it by the truckloads, we cook with it, so there is never enough. I go through anywhere from 3-5 gallons a week.
So imagine how horribly offended I was when my satisfying evening treat couldn't be had. I opened to refrigerator to find NO milk.. not even the dredges of milk in one of the children's cups that can usually be found there. Zilch, nada.
As a generally peaceful person, I am always surprised by what will royally tick me off. I can generally hold my temper and my tongue for a fairly high threshold of personal offenses. But a lack of milk had me pondering who should be held accountable and murdered. The absolute lack of any other drinkable substance to go along with a yummy treat makes me absolutely flip my wig... Luckily, all survived... I drank a tepid glass of tap water and had a stack of salty Pringles instead.
But I have beaten my old Bejeweled Blitz score, caught bad people in lies, reorganized my desk, picked out a puppy, worked on a blanket, and so much more. I was even able to see that my cyber freak was stymied trying to leave a comment.... Oh what a shame... If only you didn't choose to be anonymous, we could all hear your words of wisdom, shadow friend.
My son made the mistake of telling the world he was bored via a status update. So after I finish writing out his list of things that can be done around the house, I believe he will be monitoring his use of the word "bored". Although, six snow days and one early dismissal in the last two weeks does prime children for being stir crazy.
A little over two hours left on the old time clock. I believe I will use that time to chill out to some jazz tunes... Toodles.
I am on a mission. Cory starts school at Marshall this fall and I am determined to finish my degree. When I filled out his FAFSA, I did mine too. I've been on the hunt for any sort of financial aid that would apply to either of us and making mental plans to see how this will all work the best. I am open to any suggestions or resources you might have. My major is in social work and may never bring big bucks, but I am determined to finish the degree so that I can say I did it.
I took the younger kids out for haircuts this morning and was pleased that the sun was shining and the snow was melting. Forecasters are even saying the bad weather may not hit here... Fingers crossed.
I think my little cyber fruitcake is gone. I haven't had any weird comments and no traffic from their location for a few days.
FAFSA's are filled out, scholarships are being applied for, college is on the horizon for one boy in my home. Tick tock... the time keeps on slipping, into the future...
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.
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...
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.
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!
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.
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)?"
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.
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.
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 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...
