I am just wondering what it says about our society when I pull up Yahoo! and one of the top stories is Kevin Federline’s recent weight gain. I mean seriously, it was bad enough that every time you turned on the TV for the past 3 weeks all you could see was Michael Jackson’s children being exploited, or questioning how many plastic surgeries he actually had. But K Fed? I mean this guys claim to fame was he was married to Brittany Spears and has to actually care for his own children because Brittany has the mothering skills of Margret White or Andrea Yates.
By the way, when my kids heard of Michael’s death Andrew was very, very upset. He came to me teary eyed and said “Mom, I can’t believe Michael Jackson is dead.” And when I hugged him and asked him why his reply was “He was the best basketball player ever . . . “
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Goodbye Phoebe
A great sadness has entered our new little home. Sunday evening when the kids and I returned home, Madison noticed something wrong with our hamster, Phoebe. I had noticed over the past several days she was not eating much and she was not playing at night like she usually did. Madison said it looked like something was wrong with one of her front legs. When I reached in a picked her up she started SCREECHING. OMG – I have never heard anything of the like. Such a loud sound coming from a small little fur ball was unsettling. Phoebe also had a very bad odor to her. Yes, I know that most hamsters tend to have a smell but Phoebe had always been very clean so the stench that arose was surprising. When I calmed her down, I noticed the entire left side her body was very swollen and it was different from her stuffing her pouches.
I called the emergency vet and they asked a number of questions and then told me to go ahead and bring her in – but if there were kids in the house to prepare them because she would likely not be coming home. Turns out Phoebe had a huge tumor! The vet said they could grow in rodents (how dare he call my sweet Phoebe a rodent) very, very quickly. So, I had her put to sleep. They wrapped her in a little cloth and I took her home. Now Phoebe lies in burial in the front flowerbed.
The kids were upset for about 27 seconds before they asked if we could get a dog . . .
I called the emergency vet and they asked a number of questions and then told me to go ahead and bring her in – but if there were kids in the house to prepare them because she would likely not be coming home. Turns out Phoebe had a huge tumor! The vet said they could grow in rodents (how dare he call my sweet Phoebe a rodent) very, very quickly. So, I had her put to sleep. They wrapped her in a little cloth and I took her home. Now Phoebe lies in burial in the front flowerbed.
The kids were upset for about 27 seconds before they asked if we could get a dog . . .
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Now with REAL Chicken
Madison, Andrew and I were discussing our trip to Waco tonight. They are heading back to Dallas for the weekend. It is Cliff’s birthday and they have some activities planned for Friday night so he asked that I bring them tonight.
As we were eating lunch today, we were discussing where to stop for dinner tonight – our Waco Tradition. I personally loathe most of the fast food giants – McDonalds, Burger King and the like and luckily, my kids too prefer the more upscale eateries such as Chick-Fil-A and Subway. Madison of course suggested Magic China as she has a fondness for fried rice, sweet and sour chicken and hot tea. Andrew, however, prefers more traditional food aka chicken nuggets. So Madison suggested that she and I east at Magic China and we stop on our way at Wendy’s and pick up Andrew’s favorite meal – the 10 piece chicken nugget and fry combo. To our amazement, he said he would no longer be eating at Wendy’s! Madison asked him why and he said he was really bothered by a recent commercial he saw in which Wendy’s was advertising their NEW chicken nuggets that are “NOW made with real chicken”. He wonders now, as do many, what the heck are actually in the aforementioned chicken nuggets?
Now, I have told my children they may ask me any question and I will give them the best answer I can but that even though I am older than dirt – there are a few things I do not know. This is one of those questions that I do not have a good answer for and in all honesty, I am scared to death to find out. It is kinda like asking what exactly is in a hot dog . . . Andrew and I do not eat hot dogs either (well once a year at the fair we share a corn dog, but that is deep fried and doesn’t count as a hot dog any longer). I mean seriously, I will go to Sonic and order a foot long chili cheese dog and ask them to hold the weenie . . . which always gets a chuckle or “What did you say?” and I tell them all I want is the bread, chili, cheese and onions. I refuse to ask the question “What is the chili made of?”
As we were eating lunch today, we were discussing where to stop for dinner tonight – our Waco Tradition. I personally loathe most of the fast food giants – McDonalds, Burger King and the like and luckily, my kids too prefer the more upscale eateries such as Chick-Fil-A and Subway. Madison of course suggested Magic China as she has a fondness for fried rice, sweet and sour chicken and hot tea. Andrew, however, prefers more traditional food aka chicken nuggets. So Madison suggested that she and I east at Magic China and we stop on our way at Wendy’s and pick up Andrew’s favorite meal – the 10 piece chicken nugget and fry combo. To our amazement, he said he would no longer be eating at Wendy’s! Madison asked him why and he said he was really bothered by a recent commercial he saw in which Wendy’s was advertising their NEW chicken nuggets that are “NOW made with real chicken”. He wonders now, as do many, what the heck are actually in the aforementioned chicken nuggets?
Now, I have told my children they may ask me any question and I will give them the best answer I can but that even though I am older than dirt – there are a few things I do not know. This is one of those questions that I do not have a good answer for and in all honesty, I am scared to death to find out. It is kinda like asking what exactly is in a hot dog . . . Andrew and I do not eat hot dogs either (well once a year at the fair we share a corn dog, but that is deep fried and doesn’t count as a hot dog any longer). I mean seriously, I will go to Sonic and order a foot long chili cheese dog and ask them to hold the weenie . . . which always gets a chuckle or “What did you say?” and I tell them all I want is the bread, chili, cheese and onions. I refuse to ask the question “What is the chili made of?”
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
So I am the Office Mom - I Have Been Called Worse
I think it is high time address the fact that I am known as "The Office Mom". Now, anyone who knows me would probably agree that I am borderline ADD or ADHD. However, since traditional medications have the opposite effect on me, I tend to deal with any "problems" and use them to my advantage. Thus the simple term multi-tasking does not really apply to me - I tend to me more of a contained tornado or a positive "El Nino" effect.
I am motherly by nature - or bossy - which ever you choose to call it. I like to help others and tend to have some creative ideas on what to do / not to do. I also have the unfortunate characteristic of being blatantly honest - to a fault. If you want an honest answer - ask me - if you want to feel better about yourself even though that outfit would look better on a corpse - don't' ask.
But motherly instinct has landed me in the position of listening to many of my coworkers on different issues and problems. I have also landed to position of taking care of all celebrations of the office. WHICH I LOVE. I get to plan activities and parties for the people I spend most of my time. I love these people -they have been with me through so many parts of my life. They are the ones I look forward to seeing everyday, they are the ones who always give me sound advice an they are the ones who love me for me. However recent advice from certain individuals would qualify as borderline insane and I have chosen to disregard - sorry. I appreciate the effort but it is best left in the 1940's.
So I don't mind loading the dishwasher, cleaning the tables and microwave, picking up stuff left over from parties and the God forsaken Friday activity - The Cleaning of the Fridge. Well I kinda do mind the cleaning of the fridge cause I just have to say - some of that stuff in there is just plain NASTY and I am pretty sure toxic.
However I do not stock the snacks, I do not keep up with the toner for the printers and I am certainly not Paul's keeper (well sometimes but only on occasion). I do not do laundry or ironing, I do not do windows and I refuse to keep a snake in my office - however I appreciate the offer Steve.
Therefore, I proudly take up the name office mom. The definition I found that I liked best is: Mom: something or someone that gives rise to or exercises protecting care over something or someone else. I will take care of all my fellow co-workers, friends and family members as needed. I do not ask many questions and legality is not typically not an issue for me.
Side note: just because I am "The Office Mom" does NOT mean I am old. Nor does the fact that I wear a watch (aka fashion accessories) mean I an ancient. I just like to take care of my peeps and be punctual.
I am motherly by nature - or bossy - which ever you choose to call it. I like to help others and tend to have some creative ideas on what to do / not to do. I also have the unfortunate characteristic of being blatantly honest - to a fault. If you want an honest answer - ask me - if you want to feel better about yourself even though that outfit would look better on a corpse - don't' ask.
But motherly instinct has landed me in the position of listening to many of my coworkers on different issues and problems. I have also landed to position of taking care of all celebrations of the office. WHICH I LOVE. I get to plan activities and parties for the people I spend most of my time. I love these people -they have been with me through so many parts of my life. They are the ones I look forward to seeing everyday, they are the ones who always give me sound advice an they are the ones who love me for me. However recent advice from certain individuals would qualify as borderline insane and I have chosen to disregard - sorry. I appreciate the effort but it is best left in the 1940's.
So I don't mind loading the dishwasher, cleaning the tables and microwave, picking up stuff left over from parties and the God forsaken Friday activity - The Cleaning of the Fridge. Well I kinda do mind the cleaning of the fridge cause I just have to say - some of that stuff in there is just plain NASTY and I am pretty sure toxic.
However I do not stock the snacks, I do not keep up with the toner for the printers and I am certainly not Paul's keeper (well sometimes but only on occasion). I do not do laundry or ironing, I do not do windows and I refuse to keep a snake in my office - however I appreciate the offer Steve.
Therefore, I proudly take up the name office mom. The definition I found that I liked best is: Mom: something or someone that gives rise to or exercises protecting care over something or someone else. I will take care of all my fellow co-workers, friends and family members as needed. I do not ask many questions and legality is not typically not an issue for me.
Side note: just because I am "The Office Mom" does NOT mean I am old. Nor does the fact that I wear a watch (aka fashion accessories) mean I an ancient. I just like to take care of my peeps and be punctual.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
If I Kill It - I should Probably Eat It.
Okay so everyone knows that I am one of the biggest animal people ever - I mean I do like dogs more than I like most people - just because with a dog you know what you get. You get a nose in the crotch "aka the dogs personal playground", you get the feeling of being needed and wanted all at the same time and if you are lucky, you get a great cuddle bug.
Anyway, my kids both have inherited my love me of animals. We actually saw an armadillo today on the road - we were at a stop sign and the kids were almost crying because apparently this poor creature had been hit and drug down the road. What was left of its carcass was in a neat little package right beside the car for the kids to gawk at.
A few weeks ago Andrew and I were on a run. And he asked me what we were having for dinner. I told him fried catfish. Andrew is not a fish eater so I was really surprised that he said he wanted to go try the fish because he was told in order for him to go fishing he needed to be able to eat what he caught. So I said "great!!! You should try the fish"
Then as we ran a little longer, he said "I think I want to go hunting". Now this surprised mye since Andrew still cries when he talks about my parent's dog dying last year. And he went on to tell me that he was told that in order to go hunting he needed to be ready to eat what ever he killed. I told him I thought that was a great idea - then he said "Well, I guess I better shoot a cow". OMG I about died right there in the middle of the street because he was seriously thinking that he could go and just hunt and shoot a cow. So I asked him about chicken and he said "I can eat chicken . . . I could shoot a chicken."
I love the way a child's mind works . . .
Anyway, my kids both have inherited my love me of animals. We actually saw an armadillo today on the road - we were at a stop sign and the kids were almost crying because apparently this poor creature had been hit and drug down the road. What was left of its carcass was in a neat little package right beside the car for the kids to gawk at.
A few weeks ago Andrew and I were on a run. And he asked me what we were having for dinner. I told him fried catfish. Andrew is not a fish eater so I was really surprised that he said he wanted to go try the fish because he was told in order for him to go fishing he needed to be able to eat what he caught. So I said "great!!! You should try the fish"
Then as we ran a little longer, he said "I think I want to go hunting". Now this surprised mye since Andrew still cries when he talks about my parent's dog dying last year. And he went on to tell me that he was told that in order to go hunting he needed to be ready to eat what ever he killed. I told him I thought that was a great idea - then he said "Well, I guess I better shoot a cow". OMG I about died right there in the middle of the street because he was seriously thinking that he could go and just hunt and shoot a cow. So I asked him about chicken and he said "I can eat chicken . . . I could shoot a chicken."
I love the way a child's mind works . . .
I am no longer ther newest people in the neighborhood!
A new family has moved in one house down! They have an almost 5 year old boy named Alex and a 9 year old girl, Olivia. Now Olvia is not blonde but apparently she is still hot because Andrew is all in a tithy. We just went swimming with the new neighbors and had a fabulous time. God is Good to put such wonderful people in our life so quickly.
On another front - we now have two new betas in the house. Madison has a red one and she named him Booth - from Bones. Andrew's fish is a blue/green and his name is Max. Thank goodness there was not a pet deposit for the fish!
Anyway, we are completely settled in and have most of what we need - now I will begin with the wants! I want a dog but will need to save up for the pet deposit. Then there are lots of peices of furniture I would love to have for the hosue but I look forward to finding these treasurers at garage and estate sales or consignment shops.
Andrew and I are going to make cookies . . . and then we are all making homeade pizza's for dinner. Have a good evening!
On another front - we now have two new betas in the house. Madison has a red one and she named him Booth - from Bones. Andrew's fish is a blue/green and his name is Max. Thank goodness there was not a pet deposit for the fish!
Anyway, we are completely settled in and have most of what we need - now I will begin with the wants! I want a dog but will need to save up for the pet deposit. Then there are lots of peices of furniture I would love to have for the hosue but I look forward to finding these treasurers at garage and estate sales or consignment shops.
Andrew and I are going to make cookies . . . and then we are all making homeade pizza's for dinner. Have a good evening!
Friday, July 10, 2009
Can I Get an AMEN!
So, I am sitting at my brother’s house in Grapevine waiting to go pick up my kids. I am really excited and ready to see them. They have been with their dad for a week now and I think that is just a bit too long . . . I am sure he thinks other wise.
So one of the girls in our office is moving and since I just completed a move I have a lot of boxes for her – yeah! I hate to waste anything. So I told her I would bring them to her at work. Well when I got home last night, I spoke to Kate (my next door neighbor) and she was telling me the low down on the other people in the neighborhood. The guy that lives door to her, I think Todd, is the social butterfly of the area. Apparently he is the person who knows EVERYONE. After getting all the details I had to run some errands. I came home and it was close to 9:30 and I hit the shower. And of course I think of packing boxes – by the way I have not put them in my car yet. So I throw on my PJ’s (and I am sorry to disappoint but they are shorts and a tank) and head out to the garage. As I am loading up the last of the boxes "Todd" comes out of his front door. It is like he has radar – he sees me and yells “Hello there” and begins heading my way. OMG! Now normally I am more than social and love to meet new people but I was so not in the mood or the clothes to be talking to anyone in the driveway. So I did what any good new neighbor would do – I ran like hell. I hit the garage door button and think I saw Todd’s sneakers just as the door met the ground.
I am not so vain as to not want people to see me without make-up or my hair drippin wet. But I do live by one rule – you NEVER and I mean NEVER leave the house without a bra. Which most people who know me probably don’t get it since I am not …. Well blessed in that way. But I was raised Southern Baptist and while they never mentioned that as one of the great sins (dancing, fornicating and apparently women having a job or an opinion) I am pretty sure that is why I have such a strong aversion to built in bra’s (which really don’t’ work) and the lack of bras altogether. So, I will have to make cookies or some other “forgive me” gift and take over – fully clothed.
Okay, that is it for now. I hope you all have a great Friday evening and I will blog you soon . . . Peace
So one of the girls in our office is moving and since I just completed a move I have a lot of boxes for her – yeah! I hate to waste anything. So I told her I would bring them to her at work. Well when I got home last night, I spoke to Kate (my next door neighbor) and she was telling me the low down on the other people in the neighborhood. The guy that lives door to her, I think Todd, is the social butterfly of the area. Apparently he is the person who knows EVERYONE. After getting all the details I had to run some errands. I came home and it was close to 9:30 and I hit the shower. And of course I think of packing boxes – by the way I have not put them in my car yet. So I throw on my PJ’s (and I am sorry to disappoint but they are shorts and a tank) and head out to the garage. As I am loading up the last of the boxes "Todd" comes out of his front door. It is like he has radar – he sees me and yells “Hello there” and begins heading my way. OMG! Now normally I am more than social and love to meet new people but I was so not in the mood or the clothes to be talking to anyone in the driveway. So I did what any good new neighbor would do – I ran like hell. I hit the garage door button and think I saw Todd’s sneakers just as the door met the ground.
I am not so vain as to not want people to see me without make-up or my hair drippin wet. But I do live by one rule – you NEVER and I mean NEVER leave the house without a bra. Which most people who know me probably don’t get it since I am not …. Well blessed in that way. But I was raised Southern Baptist and while they never mentioned that as one of the great sins (dancing, fornicating and apparently women having a job or an opinion) I am pretty sure that is why I have such a strong aversion to built in bra’s (which really don’t’ work) and the lack of bras altogether. So, I will have to make cookies or some other “forgive me” gift and take over – fully clothed.
Okay, that is it for now. I hope you all have a great Friday evening and I will blog you soon . . . Peace
Thursday, July 9, 2009
My New Life Deserves a Blog
Most of you are aware that I have recently started a new chapter in my life . . . so in honor of the momentous occasion I have decided to start a blog. Woo hoo!
I am sure most of my information will pertain to my children who are an endless source of fun, amazement and hilarity and likely our hamster, Phoebe, who always finds a way out of her cage.
The most exciting news as of late is I have finally settled on a name for my new beta . . . his name is Charlie. I know this may not seem like much, but alas my children are still in Dallas with their father and my sources of entertainment have been few and far between this week. Phoebe is not the best company as she does not like to cuddle on the couch and tends to pee too often to keep out for any great length of time.
I am excited about the fact my new house is only 2 blocks from the elementary school Andrew will be attending and 2 blocks from the community swimming pool. I have the house completely unpacked and it is ready for the goats . . . I mean kiddos to come home. I met some of my neighbors over the past few days. Two little boys live across the street ages 4 and 8. When speaking with the father (who is apparently the soon to be ex-husband and no longer living there) informed me that there were a few smaller kids, under the age of two who live close. There is also some man they have nicknamed “The Hermit” because he rarely comes out of his house. Then there are two young girls, ages 11 and 9, who live down the street. When informing my kids of the possible play / schoolmates in the area, Andrew was more concerned if the girls were blonde rather than details on the boy closer to his age. Go figure.
My next door neighbor is a sweet girl by the name of Kate. She is single and her boyfriend stays with her on occasion. She told me not to be startled by his appearance as he has a long scraggly beard and wears t-shirt – I am just glad it was t-shirts and not wife beaters. I now have a vision of Chong (from Cheech and Chong and if you don’t who they are you are probably too young to be reading my blog) in my mind and wonder if he also wears headbands. She also informed me that the people who live directly behind me tend to have loud parties in the back yard about once a month. She mentioned speakers, singing and drums. This should be interesting . . . because I have always wanted to learn to play the drums . . .
Tomorrow I go to Dallas to pick up my kiddos and bring them to our new casa . . . I am excited and nervous all at the same time. I am sure Phoebe will be excited for them to come home so my time will be occupied elsewhere.
I am sure most of my information will pertain to my children who are an endless source of fun, amazement and hilarity and likely our hamster, Phoebe, who always finds a way out of her cage.
The most exciting news as of late is I have finally settled on a name for my new beta . . . his name is Charlie. I know this may not seem like much, but alas my children are still in Dallas with their father and my sources of entertainment have been few and far between this week. Phoebe is not the best company as she does not like to cuddle on the couch and tends to pee too often to keep out for any great length of time.
I am excited about the fact my new house is only 2 blocks from the elementary school Andrew will be attending and 2 blocks from the community swimming pool. I have the house completely unpacked and it is ready for the goats . . . I mean kiddos to come home. I met some of my neighbors over the past few days. Two little boys live across the street ages 4 and 8. When speaking with the father (who is apparently the soon to be ex-husband and no longer living there) informed me that there were a few smaller kids, under the age of two who live close. There is also some man they have nicknamed “The Hermit” because he rarely comes out of his house. Then there are two young girls, ages 11 and 9, who live down the street. When informing my kids of the possible play / schoolmates in the area, Andrew was more concerned if the girls were blonde rather than details on the boy closer to his age. Go figure.
My next door neighbor is a sweet girl by the name of Kate. She is single and her boyfriend stays with her on occasion. She told me not to be startled by his appearance as he has a long scraggly beard and wears t-shirt – I am just glad it was t-shirts and not wife beaters. I now have a vision of Chong (from Cheech and Chong and if you don’t who they are you are probably too young to be reading my blog) in my mind and wonder if he also wears headbands. She also informed me that the people who live directly behind me tend to have loud parties in the back yard about once a month. She mentioned speakers, singing and drums. This should be interesting . . . because I have always wanted to learn to play the drums . . .
Tomorrow I go to Dallas to pick up my kiddos and bring them to our new casa . . . I am excited and nervous all at the same time. I am sure Phoebe will be excited for them to come home so my time will be occupied elsewhere.
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