Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Friday, December 07, 2007
Four
Four jobs I have had in my life:
1. Mom!
2. Sales Associate
3. Telemarketer
4. Graphics Operator for a little bitty TV station
Four places I have lived:
1. Little Elm TX
2. Albuquerque, NM
3. Midland TX
4. Cabot AR
Four places I have been on vacation.
1. San francisco CA
2.Lake Jackson TX
3. San Antonio, TX
4. Washington DC
Four of my favorite foods:
1. cheese enchiladas
2. lasagna
3. steak - medium rare
4. CHOCOLATE
Four places I would rather be right now:
1. the beach
2. New Zealand
3. Tuscany
4. Provence
Tag 4
1. LL
2. Catey
3 Robyn
4 IDK
1. Mom!
2. Sales Associate
3. Telemarketer
4. Graphics Operator for a little bitty TV station
Four places I have lived:
1. Little Elm TX
2. Albuquerque, NM
3. Midland TX
4. Cabot AR
Four places I have been on vacation.
1. San francisco CA
2.Lake Jackson TX
3. San Antonio, TX
4. Washington DC
Four of my favorite foods:
1. cheese enchiladas
2. lasagna
3. steak - medium rare
4. CHOCOLATE
Four places I would rather be right now:
1. the beach
2. New Zealand
3. Tuscany
4. Provence
Tag 4
1. LL
2. Catey
3 Robyn
4 IDK
RIP dear Anne
My friend passed from this world to the next yesterday.
God be with Anne's sister Paulette and their entire family
God be with Anne's sister Paulette and their entire family
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Oddities
It's been an odd day around here.
I have been waiting to hear news of a birth and a death.
One friend is expecting her thirday baby - she was born late this morning. And, around the world, another friend is dying from cancer.
A beautiful life ravaged by a terrible disease and a new life just waiting to begin clean and fresh.
I have been waiting to hear news of a birth and a death.
One friend is expecting her thirday baby - she was born late this morning. And, around the world, another friend is dying from cancer.
A beautiful life ravaged by a terrible disease and a new life just waiting to begin clean and fresh.
Up on the Housetop - or not
It's December 5th according to my little pagenote computer thingy. It is TWO weeks since Thanksgiving. Until today, it has not begun to look a lot like Christmas around here.
Instead, the house is still a barren sty mess.
But I made an inroad today. I untangled the lights that go along the front walk AND a strung the net lights (eric was right - and I put it in writing - we DO actually need two boxes of net lights for the front window bushes.
Hopefully tonight, we can get the tree up and the decorations on it.
I also got the wreath hung on the front door.
Instead, the house is still a barren sty mess.
But I made an inroad today. I untangled the lights that go along the front walk AND a strung the net lights (eric was right - and I put it in writing - we DO actually need two boxes of net lights for the front window bushes.
Hopefully tonight, we can get the tree up and the decorations on it.
I also got the wreath hung on the front door.
Saturday, December 01, 2007
Is This Love?
The past week or two, well since I went back to work - part time at Bath and Body Works. I have been doing a lot of thinking. On my second or third day of "real" work (like the chores and laundry and meals aren't work) Eric brought me a cute coke in a little round snowglobe type bottle. He took the kids shopping for things to make dinner and he saw these little bottles and knew I loved them.
I was touched. I mean really really touched that he thought of me and bought me snow globe coke.
I was joking with some one later that - after thirteen years - romance can be summed up buy $1 bottle of coke with a fat bearded guy on it.
we laughed.
That made me think though - and that is romance. He thought about me and did something nice for me just because he knew I'd like it.
Romance is not about sun set strolls on the beach hand and hand - well it us but there aren't many beaches here in Dallas. Romance isn't a hot air balloon ride or boquets of flowers
Romance is the little things.
It's the getting up with the puking kid at 2 AM.
It's the heart cut into a slice of toast or the bag of reece's peanut butter cups you don't have to share.
It's picking up a mini of his favorite ice cream - even though it's $4 - just because it's his favorite and then sharing the ice cream while watching Grey's Anantomy.
It's the silly little things that make me glad I said yes all those years ago.
I guess, that Is indeed love.
I was touched. I mean really really touched that he thought of me and bought me snow globe coke.
I was joking with some one later that - after thirteen years - romance can be summed up buy $1 bottle of coke with a fat bearded guy on it.
we laughed.
That made me think though - and that is romance. He thought about me and did something nice for me just because he knew I'd like it.
Romance is not about sun set strolls on the beach hand and hand - well it us but there aren't many beaches here in Dallas. Romance isn't a hot air balloon ride or boquets of flowers
Romance is the little things.
It's the getting up with the puking kid at 2 AM.
It's the heart cut into a slice of toast or the bag of reece's peanut butter cups you don't have to share.
It's picking up a mini of his favorite ice cream - even though it's $4 - just because it's his favorite and then sharing the ice cream while watching Grey's Anantomy.
It's the silly little things that make me glad I said yes all those years ago.
I guess, that Is indeed love.
Monday, November 26, 2007
He's the Man
1. Who is your man? Eric
2. How long have you been together? I20 years (including dating) last week
3. How long did you date?7 years almost
4. How old is your man? He'll be 38 in December
5. Who eats more? I think the 12 year old has a corner on this one now
6. Who said "I love you" first? He did
7. Who is taller? He is
8. Who sings better? neither of us
9. Who is smarter? I can retain more useless information he is more logically inclined
10. Whose temper is worse? Mine is more frequent but when he gets mad he is REALLLLLLLY Mad
11. Who does the laundry? Me and ONLY me!!
12. Who takes out the garbage? The middle kid does
13. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? He does.
14. Who pays the bills? him
15. Who is better with the computer? He gets paid to be a computer guy so HIM
16. Who mows the lawn? me - it's good cardio
17. Who cooks dinner? Mostly me but he has since I've been working nights
18. Who drives when you are together?Him
19. Who pays when you go out? Whoever pulls out the debit card.
20. Who is most stubborn? it depends
21. Who is the first to admit when they are wrong? him
22. Whose parents do you see the most? Mine
23. Who kissed who first? He kissed me
24. Who asked who out? I did. I needed an escort to a quince. So I called him - he had to ask a family friend who I was - but he said yes because a date was a date and he liked blondes LOL.
25. Who proposed? He did. I got my first pay check and insisted I take him out. He'd already planned to take me out. he was waiting for the right time to do it so he kept the ring in it's box inside his shoes. He took me to a garden and proposed. Just after I said yes, the SP's came by and chased us off.
26. Who is more sensitive? It depends on the situation
27. Who has more friends? Me - because I'll talk to anyone - though he's more extroverted once he gets to know someone.
28. Who has more siblings? we each have one
29. Who wears the pants in the family? It depends on the situation - I'm the meaner parent but the big decisions we make together
2. How long have you been together? I20 years (including dating) last week
3. How long did you date?7 years almost
4. How old is your man? He'll be 38 in December
5. Who eats more? I think the 12 year old has a corner on this one now
6. Who said "I love you" first? He did
7. Who is taller? He is
8. Who sings better? neither of us
9. Who is smarter? I can retain more useless information he is more logically inclined
10. Whose temper is worse? Mine is more frequent but when he gets mad he is REALLLLLLLY Mad
11. Who does the laundry? Me and ONLY me!!
12. Who takes out the garbage? The middle kid does
13. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? He does.
14. Who pays the bills? him
15. Who is better with the computer? He gets paid to be a computer guy so HIM
16. Who mows the lawn? me - it's good cardio
17. Who cooks dinner? Mostly me but he has since I've been working nights
18. Who drives when you are together?Him
19. Who pays when you go out? Whoever pulls out the debit card.
20. Who is most stubborn? it depends
21. Who is the first to admit when they are wrong? him
22. Whose parents do you see the most? Mine
23. Who kissed who first? He kissed me
24. Who asked who out? I did. I needed an escort to a quince. So I called him - he had to ask a family friend who I was - but he said yes because a date was a date and he liked blondes LOL.
25. Who proposed? He did. I got my first pay check and insisted I take him out. He'd already planned to take me out. he was waiting for the right time to do it so he kept the ring in it's box inside his shoes. He took me to a garden and proposed. Just after I said yes, the SP's came by and chased us off.
26. Who is more sensitive? It depends on the situation
27. Who has more friends? Me - because I'll talk to anyone - though he's more extroverted once he gets to know someone.
28. Who has more siblings? we each have one
29. Who wears the pants in the family? It depends on the situation - I'm the meaner parent but the big decisions we make together
Friday, November 16, 2007
Thursday, November 08, 2007
It's a hairy situation
and the long and the short of it pertain to my 12 year old.
I spent two hours yesterday debating the vice principal over the size of the hole in my son's jeans and the length of his hair.
It seems two inches of knee is considered sexually distracting.
If I were a brave woman I'd google knee fetishes but honestly, I am afraid of what I'll find. So yeah, we're not even going there.
and then the hair issue came up.
The kneenazi thinks that my child's hair is too long and it should be cut to conform with her standards.
One of us can read for comprehension because nowhere in the our district guidelines does it say that the district may determine an appropriate length of a child's hair. Hair however must be neat and tidy. Further in the book it say principals may relax certain rules but they may not strengthen the rules.
In all honesty - my child is a good student. He's respectful. he's in general a good kid.
There are far more pressing issues in this school that need attention than my child's knees.
Pregnant 11 and 12 year olds - yes do something about that
Kids getting in fights over stupid things - yes deal with that
Kids disrespecting their teachers - hell yeah - punish those kids.
but leave my kid's hair alone
I spent two hours yesterday debating the vice principal over the size of the hole in my son's jeans and the length of his hair.
It seems two inches of knee is considered sexually distracting.
If I were a brave woman I'd google knee fetishes but honestly, I am afraid of what I'll find. So yeah, we're not even going there.
and then the hair issue came up.
The kneenazi thinks that my child's hair is too long and it should be cut to conform with her standards.
One of us can read for comprehension because nowhere in the our district guidelines does it say that the district may determine an appropriate length of a child's hair. Hair however must be neat and tidy. Further in the book it say principals may relax certain rules but they may not strengthen the rules.
In all honesty - my child is a good student. He's respectful. he's in general a good kid.
There are far more pressing issues in this school that need attention than my child's knees.
Pregnant 11 and 12 year olds - yes do something about that
Kids getting in fights over stupid things - yes deal with that
Kids disrespecting their teachers - hell yeah - punish those kids.
but leave my kid's hair alone
Monday, November 05, 2007
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
It's the end of the month
the last day of Octoberso here are some random October images
October is a time for pumpkins
and a time for hay fights
more pumpkins
campouts
and sppoky sights
and a time for hay fights
more pumpkins
campouts
and sppoky sights
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Middle Meme
1. You have to post these rules before you give the facts.
2. Players, you must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of your middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had.
3. When you are tagged you need to write your own blog-post containing your own middle name game facts.
4. At the end of your blog-post, you need to choose one person for each letter of your middle name to tag. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog
Mine is easy: ELIZABETH
E = emotional. I am and thats all there is to it
L - loud - I have three kids - I need to be LOUD
I = interesting
Z= zany
A able
B blonde
E excitable
T - tense
H happy
2. Players, you must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of your middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had.
3. When you are tagged you need to write your own blog-post containing your own middle name game facts.
4. At the end of your blog-post, you need to choose one person for each letter of your middle name to tag. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog
Mine is easy: ELIZABETH
E = emotional. I am and thats all there is to it
L - loud - I have three kids - I need to be LOUD
I = interesting
Z= zany
A able
B blonde
E excitable
T - tense
H happy
Life behind bars
He's twelve.
The dr. Jeckeyll and Mr. Hyde years are beginning. One minute we are so proud of his thinking skills and the way he's maturing. The next, we wonder where the heck his brain is.
One minute we are happy to see him striking out on his own, blazing his own path. In a moment that happiness is gone when I realze he's no longer my baby boy and sooner than I'd like to admit he'll be on his own. That makes my heart hurt
I used to think that the woman in I Love You foreer was a real wacko now I know, soon enough I'll long for the days when I could rock his cares away and see his sweet sleeping face.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
My New Blog goal
100 posts for 2007 by November 15.
Can we do it?
Yes we can.
Okay no more Bob the Builder.
Can we do it?
Yes we can.
Okay no more Bob the Builder.
The letter I should have written in June
but I didn't but will now.
Dear Charles,
You are twelve. for twelve years now, you and I have walked this moer/son road together. You are the child that made me a mother, then a mom and now a mom - sometimes said with exasperation and contempt. In addition to the rand McNally stretch marks on my once flat belly you have made me a large part of who I am. You were the one who got me out of bed at 2 AM and could make me read "just one more story book because my eyes still aren't sleepy". You are the one I learn from this motherhood thing from. You are the one blazing my parenting trail - make the path easier for your brothers. You are the one who made me glad to be the mother of a son and not a daughter. You are my first born son.
Twelve things I love about you
1. As much as I was not fond of your long hair, I love why you grew it out. I love the quiet way you take a stand.
2. I love your quirky, sometimes sarcastic (no clue where you got that from) sense of humour.
3 . The way you call your brothers midgets makes me laugh - when I shouldn't. even though we admonish you for it - we inwardly laugh.
4. I love that even though you are a cool big kid now, you still bring me flowers that you picked - hopefully not from other people's yards.
5. I enjoy watching you become more sure of yourself and your abilities.
6. I am proud of the way, even though it kind of hurts my heart, that you are starting to show you can be independent and can make good decisions.
7. I love the sparkle in your green/brown eyes.
8. I delight in the fact that a good fat book is all you need to amuse yourself.
9. I love watching your imagination come to life
10. The Die Tinky winky song 'nuff said
11. I love that you can make omletes
12 I love the way you love your younest brother - the one you hoped would be a girl.
and one more to grow on
I am glad you are a boys and have way bigger feet than me already so you can never ever borrow my shoes.
Love,
Mom
Dear Charles,
You are twelve. for twelve years now, you and I have walked this moer/son road together. You are the child that made me a mother, then a mom and now a mom - sometimes said with exasperation and contempt. In addition to the rand McNally stretch marks on my once flat belly you have made me a large part of who I am. You were the one who got me out of bed at 2 AM and could make me read "just one more story book because my eyes still aren't sleepy". You are the one I learn from this motherhood thing from. You are the one blazing my parenting trail - make the path easier for your brothers. You are the one who made me glad to be the mother of a son and not a daughter. You are my first born son.
Twelve things I love about you
1. As much as I was not fond of your long hair, I love why you grew it out. I love the quiet way you take a stand.
2. I love your quirky, sometimes sarcastic (no clue where you got that from) sense of humour.
3 . The way you call your brothers midgets makes me laugh - when I shouldn't. even though we admonish you for it - we inwardly laugh.
4. I love that even though you are a cool big kid now, you still bring me flowers that you picked - hopefully not from other people's yards.
5. I enjoy watching you become more sure of yourself and your abilities.
6. I am proud of the way, even though it kind of hurts my heart, that you are starting to show you can be independent and can make good decisions.
7. I love the sparkle in your green/brown eyes.
8. I delight in the fact that a good fat book is all you need to amuse yourself.
9. I love watching your imagination come to life
10. The Die Tinky winky song 'nuff said
11. I love that you can make omletes
12 I love the way you love your younest brother - the one you hoped would be a girl.
and one more to grow on
I am glad you are a boys and have way bigger feet than me already so you can never ever borrow my shoes.
Love,
Mom
Monday, October 15, 2007
Ask a Stupid Question
Good rainy Monday morning.
Instead of taking our morning excursion to the park, Joey and I are home watch PBS. PBSkid's Sprouts used to show stuff (mean me) liked. Now it's endless hours of Barney, I hate Barney with a putrid purple passion. "I love you" uh yeah bite me pedophile boy.
So PBS it is.
Curios George is up next yet.
Some day I'll learn that my child is the product of his raising and has an answwer to every question.
I asked Joey "How does curios George sound?" meaning how about we watche George?
The answer I got?
Monkey sounds and a a dance.,
Indeed a monkey does sound like OOo eeeeoooh ohh ahhhhhhhhhh ah ah.
Some day I'll learn.
Instead of taking our morning excursion to the park, Joey and I are home watch PBS. PBSkid's Sprouts used to show stuff (mean me) liked. Now it's endless hours of Barney, I hate Barney with a putrid purple passion. "I love you" uh yeah bite me pedophile boy.
So PBS it is.
Curios George is up next yet.
Some day I'll learn that my child is the product of his raising and has an answwer to every question.
I asked Joey "How does curios George sound?" meaning how about we watche George?
The answer I got?
Monkey sounds and a a dance.,
Indeed a monkey does sound like OOo eeeeoooh ohh ahhhhhhhhhh ah ah.
Some day I'll learn.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Friday, October 12, 2007
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