Sunday, December 31, 2006

I wanna hear about resolutions . . .

What's yours? I know there are some folks that read this blog, but don't leave comments, cuz ya can't . . . cuz ya hafta blog to do it . . . but . . send me an email . . .

I want to know your resolution history . . .

Do you make a resolution every year?
Have you ever met a resolution?
Do you make a "low" resolution so you'll be sure to succeed . . . for example, "I resolve to only eat regular cheese-its . . no more spongebob ones for me."
Do you make a big resolution and consistantly fail? For example, "this year, I'm gonna lose weight. No, really, I am."
Do you avoid making resolutions because you know you'll fail, and in 8 weeks, you'll be hanging sweaters on the treadmill with your hand half submerged into a box of spongebob cheese-its?

What's your deal? I really want to hear it.

Friday, December 29, 2006

Random Thoughts

I have no true purpose today, just to purge some thoughts that are floating through my head. A list:

* Middle received her guitar from Santa. She slid over close to take a peek at the tag and then scurried back across the room and whispered in Man Of The House's (MOTH's) ear . . . Can we paint it black and get some flame stickers?

* Snow, snow and more snow. The week before Christmas, there was record downfall measured in feet, not inches . . . . . and before road crews could carve more than a single lane on any ONE street in the city, BAM . . . we get hit again. I scooped a foot off the drive yesterday in THREE different snow outings. The city shuts down, pretty much. And the winds suck.

* Little had a good birthday. I'm careful, you know, to NOT wrap birthday presents in Christmas paper. To spend the $2.89 for a Cars tablecloth and slightly alter the decor when gears change from Christmas to Birthday. Now, a new dilemma. The birthday presents were under the sewing machine (which is next to the Christmas tree). The day after his birthday, he put on sad, droopy green eyes and said that nobody brought him a birthday present --they were by the Christmas tree. Note to self. Birthday presents in another room next year. Damn. All the things to remember.

* Big is really BIG . . . very helpful and amazes me every day. She's enthralled with a puzzle that we can NOT solve. It's even making me bonkers. Day number 4 of un-solving-ness. If frustration reigns today, I might pry that one horses' fanny up and glue it in the right spot. I need some satisfaction today.

* A good Christmas . . . . it always turns out bigger than I think. Alwasy amazes me that by breakfast, looks like Toys-R-Us barfed in the living room. The kids stand dazed and stunned with immobility on the decision, "what to play with first?" while MOTH runs around the house shooting nerf darts at the windows.

Snowed in. Should I start baking cookies NOW??

Sunday, December 17, 2006

What's up with that?

There is something about the holidays that makes people wear the craziest sweaters. Some days, I find myself looking around, shaking my head in bewildered amusement. These sweaters (gee, I hope I'm not offending any of you . . . ) come in all shapes and sizes. From cable knits to cardigans and fleece to applique. They are sequined and jeweled, have snowflakes, santa, snowmen and every winter what-cha-ma-jigger one could ever imagine.

Last night, we were at a holiday function, and there was a man in a cable knit holiday sweater that looked just like a tropical fish.

Today, a function at church. My brain was on complete sensory overload.

Perhaps that's it. Visual fatigue from holiday shopping, price checking and package wrapping coupled with simple exhaustion from decoration diarrhea. It equals a fashion free-card, if you will. The opportunity to wear something truly horrendous and have nobody, (not even family or your very best friend), say to you, "What the hell are you thinkin? Take off the toilet seat cover." Actually, you'll have folks say cute things like, "Aren't you festive!" or "Oh, I just LOVE the mutli-colored feathers poofing out of your neckline . . . . you look just like a lampshade . . . I mean that in the nicest way."

Thursday, December 14, 2006

According to the Alaska Department of Fish and Game, while both male and female reindeer grow antlers in the summer each year, male reindeer drop their antlers at the beginning of winter, usually late November to mid-December. Female reindeer retain their antlers until after they give birth in spring. Therefore, according to EVERY historical rendition depicting Santa's reindeer, EVERY single one of them, from Rudolph to Blitzen, had to be a female.

We should've known . . . ONLY women would be able to drage a fat-ass man in a red velvet suit all around the world in one night and never get lost.

Sunday, December 10, 2006

The Great Name Debate

All day today, we have talked about names for Big's two fish . In no particular order:

Ding and Dong, Flotsam and Jetsam, Einstein and Bagel, Colby and Jack, Butt and Crack, Scarlet and Indigo, Viagra and Vitorin, Phen-Phen and Pondamin, Prilosec and Nexium, Cow and Patty, Win and Dex, Brain Damage (did I write that one cup got dropped on it's up-side before we left the store?) and Salsa, Rightie and Leftie, Dumb and Dumber . . . the list goes on and on . . .

And, I've had umpteen of these Siamese Fighting Fish . . . . so, we recollected their names for reconsideration: Moby, Leviathan, Shark Bait, M2 (Moby-two), Scarlet, Charlotte and Sushi.

And the winner is . . . .

Moby and Mozarella.

Saturday, December 09, 2006

I bought a fish today

I bought a fish today. It was one of those "parent things." It went like this:

About a month ago, Big asked me for a fish. With big, brown, sulky eyes and a promise to keep it clean and take good care of it.

And, I firmly told her no.

And when she asked why, I explained to her that children cannot be in charge of keeping track of animals whose bowls require cleaning, heinies require wiping, or excriment require attention until they, themselves, are trustable in wiping their OWN parts, cleaning their own under-carriages and are proficient are proper bum-care.

This child has had a bum-wiping aversion for 7 long years. Who would know . . . who could possibly predict that a the thought of getting her own 3-dollar fish and putting it in a mason jar would like a personal hygiene fire??

She did it! Proficiency reached and fish won. Score one for Big.

Now tell me I'm nuts for throwing a borrowing and math lesson in on top of it. She lobbied for a divided sushi-bowl so her new finned friend could have a partner. She raided her piggy bank for six dollars. And, we came home with a divided fish bowl and two fish.

She's singing to them now. I can hear her sweet voice filling the upstairs.

She's naming them, too. . . . . Names in the running to be published soon (I have to keep you hanging on, right?)

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Power Dressing

Ya'll think it works? I have a busy day today . . . (strange that I'm here, eh?) . . but was up at the crack of dawn for a selfish shower before pulling Big, Middle & Little out of cozy slumber. Breakfast, clothes, folders into backpacks, matching shoes AND socks, hats, scarfs, gloves, teethbrushing, jackets, bed making . . . . and then a little missy from up the street comes down . . . To school no. 1 with Big and the missy up the street . . . To school no. 2 with Middle . . Back home with Little . . . And still on the list is . . .

Back to school no. 1 for Parent Volunteer time and to make BAAC buttons and prep PTA for tonight.
Home for lunch date with MOM and Little
I have to take a baked good to PTA tonight . . .
Middle needs milk.
I have 3 returns to make.
I promised an UNO game to Middle after school -- oh, yeah, I'll have to pick her up.
Pick up from School no. 1 --
I'm on call -- until 6 --
Make MMH's labels and remember to check the mail. Need to turn the fishtank lights on at 2 -
Get labels for GG for Xmas, call about the pew, and log all the calls from yesterday --
Forgot the b-day cards for Middles friends at school, must remember to take that back.

Point is . . I'm in jeans as comfortable as God made 'em for me, comfort clothes, sharp and put together and good, confident shoes. Hair is as good as good gets and I'm wearing makeup. Question is, will this power dressing and preparation make it better? The length of the day? The list for the day?