I should be hiding my head in the sand...it's already February and this is my first post of 2010!! How awful! I have no excuses, well maybe one. I have been greedy with my alone time. I have to admit that I do not focus well when the kids are home (and awake). There are too many demands for action that must take place right now, not one second later, the fate of the whole world depends on my ability to get up and walk (very quickly) upstairs and look at the lady bug on Lennon's bed post. NOW!!! No Mom, you can't finish that sentence! It might have moved! Please! Hurry! Stop typing, are you done yet?
Okay, I have one more excuse. Facebook. Need I say more? That damn thing gets in the way of almost everything. And I love it. Well, I think I love the scrabble part the best, but the "social-networking" part is pretty fun too. And quick. But, I miss my lovely little blog. I am hoping to get back here much more often. It isn't fair of me to be disappointed when I check in on another blog and nothings new. I haven't been too entertaining either. I'll try to sit down a bit more and share a little of our lives with you. The bathroom doesn't need to be that clean and that book next to my table will still be there and I think my husband still remembers my name (more on his school adventures later).
Friday, February 5, 2010
Monday, December 28, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Between Turkeys
At any age holiday's can be stressful and exhausting. But when you're five and your parents drag you around the countryside to eat multiple turkey dinners...you need a little rest in the middle.
(P.S. Can anyone tell me if I need the apostrophe in the title?)
Monday, November 23, 2009
The Woes of Catwoman...
I'm not exactly sure how it happened, but I was Catwoman for Halloween this year. I went from no idea, to maybe a repeat clown getup, to shimmying my way into a black, shiny, plastic-like, one piece with buckled boots and red lipstick. I remember the conversation when the band idea of Batman Villains was confirmed, I remember the other girls telling me of their theme from "The Nightmare Before Christmas" but I can't put my finger on the actual conversation where in I agreed to such an outfit. I think someone slipped something in my drink one night...and seeing as we don't get out much I'll give you one guess on who it was. Anyway the suit was ordered, boots were bought, makeup studied and wine was drunk before leaving the house. I dared myself to do it in the end, how much more out of character could I get, would I ever be in this position again? Why the hell not! Aside from my own physical insecurities and my husband complaining that I would get hit on while he was playing...remember it was his idea, I had one other problem. One long unreachable zipper right up the middle of my back; my only escape route. In the course of the evening I had to invite several strangers, including Raggedy Andy, to unzip me so I could go to the bathroom. (I did have the forethought to wear a tank top underneath.)
I had my fill of the evenings attractions by about 1 am and said my goodbyes. When I arrived home all I wanted was a shower. I walked into our bedroom, removed my boots and then it hit me...I was still zipped! Josh was still playing his third set and wouldn't be home for hours yet. How in the world was I going to get out of this damn outfit? It took me twenty minutes, a coat hanger and a few massive wedgies before I was finally free. If only there had been a video camera to tape the battle between me and the suit, especially Bailey sitting there with his head cocked to one side wondering what I was doing!
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
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