I remember being a teenager looking forward to hanging out at the local mall on Friday and Saturday nights.
Now,I look forward to the kids going to bed at a descent time so I can take a shower in peace and quiet.
I remember many (well not THAT many) first dates,the excitement of picking out an outfit,deciding how I was going to do my hair.
Now,"The Husband" is lucky if I do my makeup, wash my hair, and an outfit, forget about it, give me my jeans and my "Team Edward" t-shirt. Mon-Fri.
I remember my first concert, Warrant.
Now, the only "concert" I get is Saturday night karaoke-in my living room.
I remember on holidays,"The Parents" cooking up a huge Italian feast.
Now, because over time distance has separated us all,it is I who is doing all the cooking, Italian cooking, for a Samoan family, has not been working too well for me.
I remember when I was pregnant w/ my first baby,
and now, that baby is 16 yrs old,and wants me to buy him condoms.
I remember there was a time when guys would look at me,trying to get my number
Now, I can walk by a construction site naked, and nothing,not even one single cat call.
I remember being in my parents wedding (dad and step mom)
and today they are celebrating 28 years of marriage.
Where has the time gone?
I need a drink.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Saturday, January 16, 2010
I was Mam'd!!
So I am sitting outside on my balcony enjoying the great weather we have been having here in Seattle,
and, escaping the craziness inside. Vinnie (the 8 yr old) had just asked me if he could have the Heineken that was in our fridge.
Across the way were a group of teenage guys talking to the teenage girl who lives in the building.
I was sitting back, reminiscing in my mind when I was that age, and hoping this girl did not fall for the same stupid lines I did.
When all of a sudden I hear
"excuse me young girl"
What in the world was I thinking when I turned around and said
"yes?"
Seriously, you could hear the crickets chirping.
Silence.
other than the crickets.
and then it happened.
"I am sorry MAM, I was talking to her" (and he pointed to the young cute teenage girl)
AGH!!!!!!!
So tell me what is worse,
me turning around and replying when the teenage boys said "excuse me young girl"
or me being called "Mam"?!?!?!
Needless to say I quickly ran inside, closed the curtains
and opened the Heineken Vinnie was asking about.
and, escaping the craziness inside. Vinnie (the 8 yr old) had just asked me if he could have the Heineken that was in our fridge.
Across the way were a group of teenage guys talking to the teenage girl who lives in the building.
I was sitting back, reminiscing in my mind when I was that age, and hoping this girl did not fall for the same stupid lines I did.
When all of a sudden I hear
"excuse me young girl"
What in the world was I thinking when I turned around and said
"yes?"
Seriously, you could hear the crickets chirping.
Silence.
other than the crickets.
and then it happened.
"I am sorry MAM, I was talking to her" (and he pointed to the young cute teenage girl)
AGH!!!!!!!
So tell me what is worse,
me turning around and replying when the teenage boys said "excuse me young girl"
or me being called "Mam"?!?!?!
Needless to say I quickly ran inside, closed the curtains
and opened the Heineken Vinnie was asking about.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Just another day in the life of a housewife.....
My day started off much the same of how it usually starts off.
Waking up late, no time for coffee, rushing out the door, forgetting to comb my four yr old daughters (Gracie) hair as we are rushing out the door to school.
Gracie and I are standing in line, waiting for her teacher to open the door. Now is when I usually comb her hair. At this time I am silently cursing her "ethnic" hair, it is impossible to tame. Gracie's teacher opens the door in tears
"Come inside, come look at the classroom and tell me what you think"
"Ummm, okay"
Gracie and I go into the classroom. None of the other kids are there yet-this is the norm. I am the only parent who does not trust the buses, I always drop Gracie off and pick her up. I am standing there, looking around,trying to find something out of place. I cannot see a thing.
I look at her teacher (who is still in tears)
"We had a breaker pop and now this classroom along with seven others has no heat, I am so upset by this, the school will not move us to another classroom"
Ahhh, okay, I get it now. I suppose the fact that both teachers were in hat, scarfs and gloves should have given it away.
The teacher then tells me it is up to me if I want to leave Gracie or just keep her home for the day.
Obviously I did what any good mother would do,
I left her in school.
There were only two other kids there, they were all going to go to the library where there was heat.
Gracie loves school, I did not want her to miss a day when she was already there, plus I had plenty of layers on her. It would be fine.
I continue on with my day,shopping,errands,phone calls,etc.
I pick Gracie up and the heat is now working, all is good.
We go home and I have to start planning the second half of my day, do a little bit of Christmas shopping, plan dinner,laundry, you get the point of my glamorous life.
Joe ( The Husband) and I are in the living room, at this point I should probably point out that Joe just got off of working a 14 hour shift and he has had zero sleep. His behaviour in the next paragraph or two is not the best. I suppose I can give him a free pass because he had just gotten off of work, I do so reluctantly.
All of a sudden Joe and I hear this god awful noise, a very loud noise, one of those noises where your first reaction is to look for the kids. Gracie is on the sofa next to Joe and Sofia (my two year old) is sound asleep in my room. I looked at Joe.....
"What the hell was that?!"
"I don't know,go check"
"I'm not going to go check,you check"
and just then, at that very moment water,tons and tons of water came pouring out of our hallway ceiling.
Great.
Joe and I got up so fast. Under any other condition it would have been impressive how fast we got up. It was as if we were in sync without having to speak. I ran and emptied my garbage can all over my kitchen floor, gave it to him so he could collect the water, I called the office told them we had an emergency, a pipe had burst,they need to get over here NOW!
It was probably only a 5 minute time span from when I called the office to when they showed up, but let me tell you, Joe was pissed. Slamming doors, the occasional "F" word coming out of his mouth
"@*#$ piece of @*#$ apartment, @&#$ these people,they need to *#$&%^ upgrade"
Okay,so granted he has not had any sleep, but really? Pipes burst all the time when it is cold outside. It has been exceptionally cold outside. Hello!!!!
The maintenance men come, they go shut off the water and then notice we had another leak down the hall from the original leak, luckily my dirty clothes hamper was there to catch it.
(sarcasm).
About an hour and a half later everything is clean. or as clean as it can be.
We are both so frazzled at this point we decided I would just pick up something to eat on the way out.
I asked Joe where he wanted me to pick food up from, the following is word for word dialogue of what was said, this will be important later on.
Joe~ well where are you going
me~ i am going to Fred Meyer and the liquor store
Joe~ well what is close to there
me~ *sigh* the same places that have always been there, taco bell, jack in the box and dairy queen
Joe~ no McDonalds?
me~ no..do you want me to go to McDonalds?
Joe~ what about Burger King
me~ you do not like Burger King
Joe~ I know, but don't they have that Twilight thing you wanted?
**side note** Burger King is selling these Twilight Water bottles
me~ awww, twilight, I forgot about that
I figured he was trying to make up for all the cussing he did before. Even though Burger King was way out of my way, I decided to suck it up because I knew he was trying to be nice,
and I really wanted a Twilight water bottle.
Burger King is my last stop, I finish up at the store, head on over to Burger King. OMG!!! The parking lot is horrible, the line to the drive thru is sticking out in the main road. What do I have I death wish? I think not.
Screw this.
I drive down this little road right behind Burger King, I call Joe and tell him this is crazy I am just going to McDonalds. I can see a brand new McDonalds across the street but I am not familiar with this area, I get out of my car trying to see which is the easiest way to exit this hell hole.
And that's when it hit me,
I am sitting in the parking lot of one of the sleaziest motels I have ever seen. The big ole "Welcome" sign says "We do hourly rates"
great. I could of sworn I even saw a prostitute making her way over to me. I am getting the hell out of here.
I somehow make it to McDonalds, a brand new McDonalds,one that I have never been to before. Apparently I have my pick of two windows in which I can order from, ummm, okay.
I had somewhat of a big order,I always do when I order out. I pull up to the window where I am suppose to pay but the lady wants to go over my order real quick.
"Okay, so you have two number one's
one number three
three happy meals"
"yes, that's it but I also need another quarter pounder sandwich,not the combo, just the sandwich"
"yes, I got that"
"okay, thanks"
and I drive off without paying!!!!!!!! I can see her looking out the window after me. Geez, where is my head today?!?
Thankfully no one is behind me so I can quickly reverse.
"I am so sorry, I do not know what I was thinking"
"It's okay, believe it or not this happens all the time"
I finally pay for the food then pull off in a parking space to check it, of course they forgot the sandwich.
I now have to pull through the drive thru again.
"Oh, you're back"
"Yes, I am back"
I proceed with the sandwich order,remembering to pay this time, and I am off....again.
Now comes the fun part, how the hell do I get out of here?
There is some kind of funky looking round-about in this shopping center where McDonalds is. I must have went around that thing five times trying to figure out where I am suppose to turn, and then....
Carolyn (my sister,who never calls) calls me on the cell. It is against the law in WA to talk on your cell while driving. I do not answer it.
Still trying to find my turn.
Carolyn calls again
and again.
Screw it, I pull over into the parking space and call her back. For all I know some emergency happened. Someone died or is in the hospital, this is how my mind works.
I call her back
"I just sent you the funniest ring tone from my phone,did you get it?"
"Ummmm, I do not know, I am kinda driving here"
"Oh"
"What is it?"
Then my dear dear sister breaks out into
"Morning, Sarah. That's a very nice purple dress. It's very purpley"
"What the hell is that"
at this point she is laughing hysterically, I guess there was no emergency.
"It's from the movie Elf"
"Okay, I will check it when I get home,you know, cause I am driving and all"
We get off the phone, I think I somewhat have an idea of where I am going now. And then....
the blasted phone rings again. It's "Home" calling.
Once again, I do not answer it.
It continues ringing,
still ringing,
the phone is ringing all the way till I get home.
I park in front of out building and AJ (my 18 yr old know it all son) comes down to help unload the car.
AJ~ I had a very bad day so do not start in on me
me~ are you freakin kidding me? Who kept calling
AJ~ Joe
me~ well what did he want?
AJ~ just wanted to know when you would be home
me~ are you freaking kidding me?
my stress level is beyond repair at this point, and then I see him.
Joe.
"Okay, seriously, you can not call me non stop when I am driving,it is against the law to talk on the cell when you are driving"
"Well so is speeding but you do that"
"whatever"
and that, my dear friend is my day in a nutshell. All I can say is I do not get paid what I am worth!!
And for tonight, I am going to take a nice long hot bubble bath (assuming our hot water is turned back on) grab a rum and coke, and do absolutely nothing,
because tomorrow
I have to take Gracie to her school to make gingerbread houses and afterwards she has a hair appointment...at Supercuts....14.00 (as opposed to the seventy plus dollars I paid last time!)
jealous?!
__________________
Waking up late, no time for coffee, rushing out the door, forgetting to comb my four yr old daughters (Gracie) hair as we are rushing out the door to school.
Gracie and I are standing in line, waiting for her teacher to open the door. Now is when I usually comb her hair. At this time I am silently cursing her "ethnic" hair, it is impossible to tame. Gracie's teacher opens the door in tears
"Come inside, come look at the classroom and tell me what you think"
"Ummm, okay"
Gracie and I go into the classroom. None of the other kids are there yet-this is the norm. I am the only parent who does not trust the buses, I always drop Gracie off and pick her up. I am standing there, looking around,trying to find something out of place. I cannot see a thing.
I look at her teacher (who is still in tears)
"We had a breaker pop and now this classroom along with seven others has no heat, I am so upset by this, the school will not move us to another classroom"
Ahhh, okay, I get it now. I suppose the fact that both teachers were in hat, scarfs and gloves should have given it away.
The teacher then tells me it is up to me if I want to leave Gracie or just keep her home for the day.
Obviously I did what any good mother would do,
I left her in school.
There were only two other kids there, they were all going to go to the library where there was heat.
Gracie loves school, I did not want her to miss a day when she was already there, plus I had plenty of layers on her. It would be fine.
I continue on with my day,shopping,errands,phone calls,etc.
I pick Gracie up and the heat is now working, all is good.
We go home and I have to start planning the second half of my day, do a little bit of Christmas shopping, plan dinner,laundry, you get the point of my glamorous life.
Joe ( The Husband) and I are in the living room, at this point I should probably point out that Joe just got off of working a 14 hour shift and he has had zero sleep. His behaviour in the next paragraph or two is not the best. I suppose I can give him a free pass because he had just gotten off of work, I do so reluctantly.
All of a sudden Joe and I hear this god awful noise, a very loud noise, one of those noises where your first reaction is to look for the kids. Gracie is on the sofa next to Joe and Sofia (my two year old) is sound asleep in my room. I looked at Joe.....
"What the hell was that?!"
"I don't know,go check"
"I'm not going to go check,you check"
and just then, at that very moment water,tons and tons of water came pouring out of our hallway ceiling.
Great.
Joe and I got up so fast. Under any other condition it would have been impressive how fast we got up. It was as if we were in sync without having to speak. I ran and emptied my garbage can all over my kitchen floor, gave it to him so he could collect the water, I called the office told them we had an emergency, a pipe had burst,they need to get over here NOW!
It was probably only a 5 minute time span from when I called the office to when they showed up, but let me tell you, Joe was pissed. Slamming doors, the occasional "F" word coming out of his mouth
"@*#$ piece of @*#$ apartment, @&#$ these people,they need to *#$&%^ upgrade"
Okay,so granted he has not had any sleep, but really? Pipes burst all the time when it is cold outside. It has been exceptionally cold outside. Hello!!!!
The maintenance men come, they go shut off the water and then notice we had another leak down the hall from the original leak, luckily my dirty clothes hamper was there to catch it.
(sarcasm).
About an hour and a half later everything is clean. or as clean as it can be.
We are both so frazzled at this point we decided I would just pick up something to eat on the way out.
I asked Joe where he wanted me to pick food up from, the following is word for word dialogue of what was said, this will be important later on.
Joe~ well where are you going
me~ i am going to Fred Meyer and the liquor store
Joe~ well what is close to there
me~ *sigh* the same places that have always been there, taco bell, jack in the box and dairy queen
Joe~ no McDonalds?
me~ no..do you want me to go to McDonalds?
Joe~ what about Burger King
me~ you do not like Burger King
Joe~ I know, but don't they have that Twilight thing you wanted?
**side note** Burger King is selling these Twilight Water bottles
me~ awww, twilight, I forgot about that
I figured he was trying to make up for all the cussing he did before. Even though Burger King was way out of my way, I decided to suck it up because I knew he was trying to be nice,
and I really wanted a Twilight water bottle.
Burger King is my last stop, I finish up at the store, head on over to Burger King. OMG!!! The parking lot is horrible, the line to the drive thru is sticking out in the main road. What do I have I death wish? I think not.
Screw this.
I drive down this little road right behind Burger King, I call Joe and tell him this is crazy I am just going to McDonalds. I can see a brand new McDonalds across the street but I am not familiar with this area, I get out of my car trying to see which is the easiest way to exit this hell hole.
And that's when it hit me,
I am sitting in the parking lot of one of the sleaziest motels I have ever seen. The big ole "Welcome" sign says "We do hourly rates"
great. I could of sworn I even saw a prostitute making her way over to me. I am getting the hell out of here.
I somehow make it to McDonalds, a brand new McDonalds,one that I have never been to before. Apparently I have my pick of two windows in which I can order from, ummm, okay.
I had somewhat of a big order,I always do when I order out. I pull up to the window where I am suppose to pay but the lady wants to go over my order real quick.
"Okay, so you have two number one's
one number three
three happy meals"
"yes, that's it but I also need another quarter pounder sandwich,not the combo, just the sandwich"
"yes, I got that"
"okay, thanks"
and I drive off without paying!!!!!!!! I can see her looking out the window after me. Geez, where is my head today?!?
Thankfully no one is behind me so I can quickly reverse.
"I am so sorry, I do not know what I was thinking"
"It's okay, believe it or not this happens all the time"
I finally pay for the food then pull off in a parking space to check it, of course they forgot the sandwich.
I now have to pull through the drive thru again.
"Oh, you're back"
"Yes, I am back"
I proceed with the sandwich order,remembering to pay this time, and I am off....again.
Now comes the fun part, how the hell do I get out of here?
There is some kind of funky looking round-about in this shopping center where McDonalds is. I must have went around that thing five times trying to figure out where I am suppose to turn, and then....
Carolyn (my sister,who never calls) calls me on the cell. It is against the law in WA to talk on your cell while driving. I do not answer it.
Still trying to find my turn.
Carolyn calls again
and again.
Screw it, I pull over into the parking space and call her back. For all I know some emergency happened. Someone died or is in the hospital, this is how my mind works.
I call her back
"I just sent you the funniest ring tone from my phone,did you get it?"
"Ummmm, I do not know, I am kinda driving here"
"Oh"
"What is it?"
Then my dear dear sister breaks out into
"Morning, Sarah. That's a very nice purple dress. It's very purpley"
"What the hell is that"
at this point she is laughing hysterically, I guess there was no emergency.
"It's from the movie Elf"
"Okay, I will check it when I get home,you know, cause I am driving and all"
We get off the phone, I think I somewhat have an idea of where I am going now. And then....
the blasted phone rings again. It's "Home" calling.
Once again, I do not answer it.
It continues ringing,
still ringing,
the phone is ringing all the way till I get home.
I park in front of out building and AJ (my 18 yr old know it all son) comes down to help unload the car.
AJ~ I had a very bad day so do not start in on me
me~ are you freakin kidding me? Who kept calling
AJ~ Joe
me~ well what did he want?
AJ~ just wanted to know when you would be home
me~ are you freaking kidding me?
my stress level is beyond repair at this point, and then I see him.
Joe.
"Okay, seriously, you can not call me non stop when I am driving,it is against the law to talk on the cell when you are driving"
"Well so is speeding but you do that"
"whatever"
and that, my dear friend is my day in a nutshell. All I can say is I do not get paid what I am worth!!
And for tonight, I am going to take a nice long hot bubble bath (assuming our hot water is turned back on) grab a rum and coke, and do absolutely nothing,
because tomorrow
I have to take Gracie to her school to make gingerbread houses and afterwards she has a hair appointment...at Supercuts....14.00 (as opposed to the seventy plus dollars I paid last time!)
jealous?!
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Thursday, December 3, 2009
I Can Write Open Letters Too!
So,I am going to be a brat and voice an annoyance/rant I have about another Blogger. Pretty bad huh?
There is a blog that over the past few months I have been reading. Now, this person is not a follower of mine, but to spare any hurt feelings, I will not mention the blog (even though if you also happen to be a follower of her blog, you will know the one I am talking about).
Now, to be honest,I was never able to fully "get into" her blog. Not sure what it was, some of her content seems a little bit fake to me. The main reason I read her blog was to keep updated on one of her children who was very sick. Thank God, he is now all better (so I should probably stop following her huh?)
Well, last night, this particular Blogger wrote what I think is one of the dumbest blogs ever. I know I know, who am I to judge, right? I am no one. Just another Blogger in this huge blogging world. I know not everyone is going to enjoy my post, and I am okay with that. That being said....
This Blogger started Tweeting last night about how she was going to write an "open letter" to Tiger Woods and post it on her blog.
Huh?
Why? What is the point? She is a pretty popular Blogger, but not THAT popular. In my humble opinion, this seemed so out of character for her type of blog. Yet, curiosity got the best of me. Unfortunately.
Her blog was about the length of a college text book. I had to stop reading after the first paragraph. I was bored, I could care less about Tiger Woods, and to be honest, I did not even care about her advice/opinions/what-ever-you-want-to-call-it to other married couples, know what I mean? The particular blogs I read are funny,humorous, give me a little bit of a break from my daily stress. I need to hear from other mom's who know where I am coming from, who understand me. This particular Blogger in all honesty will never be able to relate to my post, and that's okay, or it was okay,
till last night.
Granted, I did not read her entire post, maybe there was some kind of hidden message in there, who knows and who cares. If you lose your readers in the first paragraph, then in my opinion, you are not doing something right.
Anyhow,this post really was not intended to bash another blogger yet somehow it ended up that way. I guess I was just really disappointed and felt her post was not only dumb, but condescending at that.
So, I decided,in the spirit of her "Open Letter To Tiger Woods" blog, I myself am going to write an open letter.
Just not to Tiger Woods.
To my one and only Edward Cullen.
If you have been in hiding the past year, you may not be familiar with Edward. He is the HAWT vampire from Twilight/New Moon, and more importantly he is my boyfriend.
Kinda.
Yes, I know he is a fictional character
to some.
To me, he is something different.
and on that note.
Dear Edward Cullen,
You are the best vampire ever. I only wish you would feel for me what you feel for dumb Bella. Sometimes, while I am dropping my daughter off at school, I "think" I can feel you watching me, hiding in the woods, making sure what little sunlight Seattle has, does not find you. You know, because of the whole sparkle thing and all.
I feel Bella is leading you and Jacob along, who needs that kind of drama? Go ahead and be the bigger vamp, set dumb Bella free and give her to the wolves.
But if you don't, that's okay, because I know one day, when I least expect it you will come into my room and watch me as I sleep, then we will meet, and you will be so taken in by charm you will completely forget about dumb Bella and turn me into a vampire, then we can have little vampire babies together, or not, your choice.
Love,
Me
Honestly, I was completely sober when I first started this post,
Now,
not so much.
There is a blog that over the past few months I have been reading. Now, this person is not a follower of mine, but to spare any hurt feelings, I will not mention the blog (even though if you also happen to be a follower of her blog, you will know the one I am talking about).
Now, to be honest,I was never able to fully "get into" her blog. Not sure what it was, some of her content seems a little bit fake to me. The main reason I read her blog was to keep updated on one of her children who was very sick. Thank God, he is now all better (so I should probably stop following her huh?)
Well, last night, this particular Blogger wrote what I think is one of the dumbest blogs ever. I know I know, who am I to judge, right? I am no one. Just another Blogger in this huge blogging world. I know not everyone is going to enjoy my post, and I am okay with that. That being said....
This Blogger started Tweeting last night about how she was going to write an "open letter" to Tiger Woods and post it on her blog.
Huh?
Why? What is the point? She is a pretty popular Blogger, but not THAT popular. In my humble opinion, this seemed so out of character for her type of blog. Yet, curiosity got the best of me. Unfortunately.
Her blog was about the length of a college text book. I had to stop reading after the first paragraph. I was bored, I could care less about Tiger Woods, and to be honest, I did not even care about her advice/opinions/what-ever-you-want-to-call-it to other married couples, know what I mean? The particular blogs I read are funny,humorous, give me a little bit of a break from my daily stress. I need to hear from other mom's who know where I am coming from, who understand me. This particular Blogger in all honesty will never be able to relate to my post, and that's okay, or it was okay,
till last night.
Granted, I did not read her entire post, maybe there was some kind of hidden message in there, who knows and who cares. If you lose your readers in the first paragraph, then in my opinion, you are not doing something right.
Anyhow,this post really was not intended to bash another blogger yet somehow it ended up that way. I guess I was just really disappointed and felt her post was not only dumb, but condescending at that.
So, I decided,in the spirit of her "Open Letter To Tiger Woods" blog, I myself am going to write an open letter.
Just not to Tiger Woods.
To my one and only Edward Cullen.
If you have been in hiding the past year, you may not be familiar with Edward. He is the HAWT vampire from Twilight/New Moon, and more importantly he is my boyfriend.
Kinda.
Yes, I know he is a fictional character
to some.
To me, he is something different.
and on that note.
Dear Edward Cullen,
You are the best vampire ever. I only wish you would feel for me what you feel for dumb Bella. Sometimes, while I am dropping my daughter off at school, I "think" I can feel you watching me, hiding in the woods, making sure what little sunlight Seattle has, does not find you. You know, because of the whole sparkle thing and all.
I feel Bella is leading you and Jacob along, who needs that kind of drama? Go ahead and be the bigger vamp, set dumb Bella free and give her to the wolves.
But if you don't, that's okay, because I know one day, when I least expect it you will come into my room and watch me as I sleep, then we will meet, and you will be so taken in by charm you will completely forget about dumb Bella and turn me into a vampire, then we can have little vampire babies together, or not, your choice.
Love,
Me
Honestly, I was completely sober when I first started this post,
Now,
not so much.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
My Night In Chaos
My kids,16,8,4,and 2.
That alone would drive anyone insane.
and a husband, who is obsessed about his towel (see last post) and he apparently needs me to find socks for him.
every-single-day.
Vodka calling!
Tonight has been exceptionally stressful. You know the normal kind of stress where you just want to pull your hair out? Or the kind of stress that has you thinking you are never allowing your husband to touch you ever again?
Well, this was not the kind of stress I was dealing with tonight.
Nope.
Tonight my stress level was at the point where "Mommy really needs a time out,here are some markers, go to town".
I spent all day (okay so not all day, maybe an hour, but still, it felt like an all day thing) cooking chicken for dinner.
The house was filled with the wonderful aroma of barbecued chicken and garlic. I have seriously not seen a prettier chicken, until.....
it seems that as soon as my back was turned, one of my four little angels decided to make the chicken look even prettier,
with glitter.
Yep, I said glitter.
You know the kind of glitter I am talking about, the Christmas glitter that I use on on Christmas stockings, they found my stash,
and decided to make the already pretty chicken look even prettier.
and as if that was not enough (yes, it gets worse)
I had to make them a bowl of top ramen. I have nothing on Martha Stewart I tell ya!
and as if feeding the kids top ramen for dinner was bad enough, my adorable little two you old felt the need to pick up her bowl and throw it.
and of course, because God has such a funny sense of humour,it did not all land in some neat little pile.
Nope.
In fact at this very moment I am surrounded by top ramen noodles.
it is in my hair, on my lap, on my freshly vacuumed carpet. I had to flick a piece off the computer screen.
and you know what?
I have decided I am going to leave it just where it is, the husband will have a nice surprise when he comes home from work.
I am going to grab my adult beverage and go watch my Wednesday night shows
and I refuse to feel guilty about it.
That alone would drive anyone insane.
and a husband, who is obsessed about his towel (see last post) and he apparently needs me to find socks for him.
every-single-day.
Vodka calling!
Tonight has been exceptionally stressful. You know the normal kind of stress where you just want to pull your hair out? Or the kind of stress that has you thinking you are never allowing your husband to touch you ever again?
Well, this was not the kind of stress I was dealing with tonight.
Nope.
Tonight my stress level was at the point where "Mommy really needs a time out,here are some markers, go to town".
I spent all day (okay so not all day, maybe an hour, but still, it felt like an all day thing) cooking chicken for dinner.
The house was filled with the wonderful aroma of barbecued chicken and garlic. I have seriously not seen a prettier chicken, until.....
it seems that as soon as my back was turned, one of my four little angels decided to make the chicken look even prettier,
with glitter.
Yep, I said glitter.
You know the kind of glitter I am talking about, the Christmas glitter that I use on on Christmas stockings, they found my stash,
and decided to make the already pretty chicken look even prettier.
and as if that was not enough (yes, it gets worse)
I had to make them a bowl of top ramen. I have nothing on Martha Stewart I tell ya!
and as if feeding the kids top ramen for dinner was bad enough, my adorable little two you old felt the need to pick up her bowl and throw it.
and of course, because God has such a funny sense of humour,it did not all land in some neat little pile.
Nope.
In fact at this very moment I am surrounded by top ramen noodles.
it is in my hair, on my lap, on my freshly vacuumed carpet. I had to flick a piece off the computer screen.
and you know what?
I have decided I am going to leave it just where it is, the husband will have a nice surprise when he comes home from work.
I am going to grab my adult beverage and go watch my Wednesday night shows
and I refuse to feel guilty about it.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
My Husband and the Towel
My husband has this blasted Seattle Seahawks towel that he will not allow anyone to use. Anyone. Including me,his wonderful adoring wife.
Let's ignore the fact that the Seahawks pretty much suck this season, and let us also ignore the fact that he is not a Seahawk fan. That being said, I want to know why I am not even allowed to use this stupid towel.
Of course I have my own towel that is pretty and girly and covers me completely,I just want to know that I can use his towel if I so wanted (which I do not want to use but he does not know that). Not the case.
He does not even keep his towel where all the others towels are, he keeps it hanging on our bedroom door. Classy huh? I have asked him time and time again why I cannot use his towel. There may have been an occasion or two where I was behind on laundry and really needed a towel. I had to use my sons Spiderman towel.
After I take a shower I am clean,it is not as if I will be getting the towel dirty?
We have been known to wear each others socks, I have worn his shirts and jackets before, and yet this towel is off limits.
I mean it is not like it is an Edward Cullen towel. That I could understand.
My husband and I have four kids, most of the time we have a pretty healthy sex life, and yet he will not let me use his towel? Huh?
Does this towel have some magical power that I am unaware of?
So, you know what I am going to, while he is at work I am going to take a walk on the wild side and use his towel. I am going to spray it will all my girly perfumes and lotions and then sit big and watch.
Will he even notice?
Doubt it, he does not notice when I get a haircut,do I really think he is going to notice when I use his towel?
A part of me hopes he does. Just so I can get a reaction.
And if that does not work,then I will just have to find something of mine that will be off limits to him.
Let's ignore the fact that the Seahawks pretty much suck this season, and let us also ignore the fact that he is not a Seahawk fan. That being said, I want to know why I am not even allowed to use this stupid towel.
Of course I have my own towel that is pretty and girly and covers me completely,I just want to know that I can use his towel if I so wanted (which I do not want to use but he does not know that). Not the case.
He does not even keep his towel where all the others towels are, he keeps it hanging on our bedroom door. Classy huh? I have asked him time and time again why I cannot use his towel. There may have been an occasion or two where I was behind on laundry and really needed a towel. I had to use my sons Spiderman towel.
After I take a shower I am clean,it is not as if I will be getting the towel dirty?
We have been known to wear each others socks, I have worn his shirts and jackets before, and yet this towel is off limits.
I mean it is not like it is an Edward Cullen towel. That I could understand.
My husband and I have four kids, most of the time we have a pretty healthy sex life, and yet he will not let me use his towel? Huh?
Does this towel have some magical power that I am unaware of?
So, you know what I am going to, while he is at work I am going to take a walk on the wild side and use his towel. I am going to spray it will all my girly perfumes and lotions and then sit big and watch.
Will he even notice?
Doubt it, he does not notice when I get a haircut,do I really think he is going to notice when I use his towel?
A part of me hopes he does. Just so I can get a reaction.
And if that does not work,then I will just have to find something of mine that will be off limits to him.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Thanksgiving Madness Part One
So, I am having Thanksgiving for the first time at my place this year. My family lives all over the freakin country so it is just my husbands family that will be here. I do enjoy playing hostess, as long as
I have an adult beverage on hand. I did all the shopping,all the planning,all the prepping, you name it I did it. Well....I was informed today (Wednesday) that we will NOT be having Thanksgiving on Thursday but we will be having it on Friday. Seriously? You're telling me this while I have one turkey totally defrosted on my counter and another turkey that has been marinating in the fridge since yesterday. Really? Do these people have no clue on what it takes to get a Thanksgiving meal up and going? Apparently not, because, well, we are having Thanksgiving on Friday.
My husband has to work Thanksgiving night (he does retail). My brother in law has to work Thanksgiving day (he is a caterer). Now,neither one of the guys has changed occupations in the last ELEVEN years. We all knew that Thanksgiving would have to be worked around their work schedule. Even two weeks ago when I made the suggestion of "Why don't we just have Thanksgiving on Friday when no one has to work" I was not taken seriously, yet today, when someone other than yours truly comes up with the idea, it is now "what a great idea". Ummmm, okay. So instead of having turkey with all the fixings tomorrow I have to make a last minute dash to Walmart and grab some frozen pizzas, while I re prep the food for Friday and while I do even more cleaning. Oh yeah, jealous yet? So...stay tuned, I am sure when all is said and done I will have quite a few more "Thanksgiving Madness" stories to share. Till then,just give me my wine and stick me in the corner.
I have an adult beverage on hand. I did all the shopping,all the planning,all the prepping, you name it I did it. Well....I was informed today (Wednesday) that we will NOT be having Thanksgiving on Thursday but we will be having it on Friday. Seriously? You're telling me this while I have one turkey totally defrosted on my counter and another turkey that has been marinating in the fridge since yesterday. Really? Do these people have no clue on what it takes to get a Thanksgiving meal up and going? Apparently not, because, well, we are having Thanksgiving on Friday.
My husband has to work Thanksgiving night (he does retail). My brother in law has to work Thanksgiving day (he is a caterer). Now,neither one of the guys has changed occupations in the last ELEVEN years. We all knew that Thanksgiving would have to be worked around their work schedule. Even two weeks ago when I made the suggestion of "Why don't we just have Thanksgiving on Friday when no one has to work" I was not taken seriously, yet today, when someone other than yours truly comes up with the idea, it is now "what a great idea". Ummmm, okay. So instead of having turkey with all the fixings tomorrow I have to make a last minute dash to Walmart and grab some frozen pizzas, while I re prep the food for Friday and while I do even more cleaning. Oh yeah, jealous yet? So...stay tuned, I am sure when all is said and done I will have quite a few more "Thanksgiving Madness" stories to share. Till then,just give me my wine and stick me in the corner.
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