Sunday, April 29, 2007

Long Island Children's Museum


Faith has really become a lot to handle these days.

I've decided to trade my body for Mona Lisa's . . .


Anything is better than what I'm having to deal with these days.

When he gives us trouble,


We set him up to live outside for a bit.

It works for us.

First Big Kid Party For Faith


She, at first, did not want to go on any rides. However, after warming up [AKA I may have threatened to take her home.], she and the other kids just. wouldn't. stop.

After awhile, the parents and myself started to conspire on how to get them [ourselves] out of there.

Talk about strategy . . . "Ok--first, you and your kid should go. It looks like your kid's about to drop anyway . . . Oh yeah--someone catch her--she's about to go down."

"How about you fake a bathroom break to split up the crowd? Oh, you have to go anyway? So--it works out."

"Ok--then, we'll make our escape. Yeah--it was good talking to you too. Let's get together another time."

File Under: Strategy, Relationships being formed, Surviving Kid Party Hell

Life Passing Me By . . .

I thought that I would have more fun going to FunStation USA with Faith for a kid's birthday party.

But, as seen in the awful picture, I just get to stand there while my kid has all the fun.

At least, I now know where I want to go on my next [whenever that will be] date with my husband.

Then, my husband and I can continue our long-standing air hockey competition.

Friday, April 27, 2007

Spring Funk 2007

I'm not crazy about how the original turned out so I had to make minor alterations.

I am so going to print these up on Snapfish onto postcards.

I'll have printed on the other side "Spring Bringing On The Funk!"

There is one thing I do especially like about the pic. It's the little rain drop caught on the bottom of the tulip bloom.

Yes, it's raining here. How about you?

Thursday, April 26, 2007

A Pretty Small Sweet Price To Pay . . .

I've been pretty tired lately. Wiped out really. Insomnia in full swing.

The other day, when I woke up, I noticed that it was close to twelve noon. The kids are watching tv. I'm grateful for the extra sleep. But, I'm looking around . . . how did I get away with it? They need to eat. At this point in the game, I'm still needed for kitchen duties. You know, they are only three and four years old.

Well, I find this.

Except for the chocolate bunny part.

Now, that a few days have passed . . . I've moved on from the tinge of guilt that I may have felt at the time.

Well---I actually can't recall the guilt part but I'm sure it was there somewhere.

Hey! I know that I'm terrible but that's what sleep deprivation will get you.

File Under: Slacker Mom 101

My Day . . .

There were ups and downs.

The downs would have consisted of a fairly constant headache all day. Also consisting of a few customers, who could also be labeled as pains in my ass. But, then, my headache could have also contributed to the painful part. Who knows? It's a definite toss-up.

The ups would have been surviving the day as I go into three days off . . . YES!

Also, very cool was meeting this great lady who is a recruiter with AAA.

One of their main NY offices is pretty close to where I work . . . this is not the first time that I have met someone who works for AAA or their magazine.

I love AAA and the magazine that I get from them every month.

I'm very excited to get my resume out to her.

This may be a great avenue for me to look for my next job.


$$Andsinceweareabouttocloseonanotherhomeimprovementproject$$, I need another job.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

From The Cars Soundtrack . . .

By the way, download this cd for any road trip. The music alone helps you drive about 80 mph. And, for the kids, it's like plugging up a dvd player in the car, when you don't even have a portable dvd player. They just love this cd. Of course, make sure that you like it too. Because you will hear each song about twenty times during the course of your trip. Whatcha gonna do?

Anyway, since I do believe that I'm a country girl at heart--I really love this song.

Find Yourself Lyrics
Artist: Brad Paisley

When you find yourself in some far off place
and it causes you to rethink some things
You start to sense that slowly you're becoming someone else
And then you find yourself...

When you make new friends in a brand new town
and you start to think about settling down
The things that would have been lost on you
are now clear as a bell
And you find yourself,
yeah thats when you find yourself

Well you go through life
so sure of where you're headed
And you wind up lost
and its the best thing that could have happened
Cause sometimes when you lose your way, its really just as well
because you find yourself,
yeah that's when you find yourself.

When you meet the one, that you've been waiting for
and she's everything, that you want and more
You look at her and you finally start to live for someone else
And then you find yourself,
yeah that's when you find yourself

Well you go through life
so sure of where we're headed
And you wind up lost
and its the best thing that could have happened
Cause sometimes when you lose your way, its really just as well
Because you find yourself,
Yeah thats when you find yourself.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Let these be the first words my children learn to read . . . Amen.


Because I'm posting this big and loud on my bedroom door.


Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Bloggable Conversation 020

At the store, there was this young lady. She was shopping around for quite some minutes for massage oils for her and her boyfriend. I helped her, in between customers, with different fragrances. She had preferences that she thought her and her boyfriend would like. When she finally arrived at the register, I have to admit that her choices did not make sense to me but that is not the point to this post.

While I ring her up, I comment on her phone. I am very curious about it. It looks like an ipod. Very cool. Because it also slides open to a phone.

I mention how that I think that I'm ready for this kind of phone. Because, you know, I'm into iTunes and into my iPod Shuffle. And, I was thinking that this was the next step for me.

Well, she says this . . . "Oh, my mom is so confused by all of that."

I pass over this to say how since I have all of my music downloaded, it would be great to get with it my phone too.

But, I have to "back the truck up".

Or, maybe, I said, "Can we hold the phone for a second?"

"Were you implying that I was old enough to be your mother?"

She says, "Well, my mom had me when she was nineteen."

"And, how old are you? Cause, you know, my kids are pretty young . . . three and four."

She says, "I'm nineteen."

Being pretty baffled by this whole conversation, I have to grab the calculator. And, because I'm a little slow like that sometimes.


"Well, I guess I could of had you at seventeen."

The transaction and the conversation finally end.

I have my manager rolling with laughter.

In hysterics, I call Kristen in Virginia, from work.

And, I might add, Kristen was very good to point out that I wasn't even promiscious at that age. And, thank you for that, Kristen.

In fact, you can call me Late Bloomer. I was twenty-two! In fact. It was November of that year. Call it twenty-three! If you would.

Another thing . . . Why--oh why--was that girl buying massage oils? Nineteen? Go do your homework or something!

Well, I just came from CVS with the biggest box of hair coloring to cover all the grays before my kids start calling me "grandma".

Thanks for listening.

Now, I'm off to put on my Depends.

Sunday, April 15, 2007

The best thing about the internet . . .

Is that you can find a sour cream substitute here, with a few simple clicks of the keyboard.

This is especially helpful when the husband has just come in from the storm. Where he has just been to two grocery stores to fulfill his weekly shopping list.

Also, helpful, when for some dumb reason, I may have called him a "bastard" over something.

Then, in an effort, to think about dinner, I ask, "Do you think you could go out for sour cream?"

His answer, "Hell, no."

Actually, that would have been mine.

His was more like, "No, I'm not going back out in that rain again. Uh-huh."

Then, of course, audaciously, I say, "Come on--it's not even raining anymore."

So, thanks, Internet, let me see if this sour cream suggestion of yours will work for me.

Especially, since no one here is going out for sour cream.

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

After a long day of work,

There was a woman, probably a grandmother, who came into the store. She had a really cute kid with her. Probably not two yet. The grandmother-type was using the store as a distraction to the child. Probably trying to take a break from the restaurant scene right across the hallway.

Well. I wasn't in the mood.

The kid was precious. But, the woman was using the store as a Romper Room for the kid's entertainment.

At this point, in the evening, I just want to know . . . are you buying or not?

After coming in and out of the store two or three times, the proud woman had the baby say bye to us. And, then, she said, "she's from Hawaii" with all smiles.

Really precious, I know.

I told the associate guy that I was working with that I know that I'm a little on the grumpy side. But, that he just had to understand . . . I live and know cute. So cute that you could eat them up. So, the precious baby, at the time, does not do a thing for the heartstrings. I'm telling him that you just have to see my kids.

So cute at this stage of the game just hardly moves me anymore.

Because cute, in one moment, can still be a pain in my ass, in the next moment.

See below for further proof . . .



Photo taken by Kristen

Loving this . . .

Photo taken by Kristen

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Little Wonders

By Rob Thomas

let it go,
let it roll right off your shoulder
don't you know
the hardest part is over
let it in,
let your clarity define you
in the end
we will only just remember how it feels

our lives are made
in these small hours
these little wonders,
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away,
but these small hours,
these small hours still remain

let it slide,
let your troubles fall behind you
let it shine
until you feel it all around you
and i don't mind
if it's me you need to turn to
we'll get by,
it's the heart that really matters in the end

our lives are made
in these small hours
these little wonders,
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away,
but these small hours,
these small hours still remain

all of my regret
will wash away some how
but i can not forget
the way i feel right now

in these small hours
these little wonders
these twists & turns of fate
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away but these small hours
these small hours, still remain,
still remain
these little wonders
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away
but these small hours
these little wonders still remain

File Under: Must. Download.


May I find Wonder and Contentment in my small hours.


Wednesday, April 04, 2007

We finally made it to D.C. during the Cherry Blossom Festival.


Faith is here enjoying the day in D.C.

She thought that the Cherry Blossoms were "lovely".


Uh . . . Here is Elijah . . . We dragged him here tied to the back of the car.

Can you tell?


A big Thank You to Kristen for letting us visit. It was great seeing you guys.