Saturday, August 29, 2009

More During . . Paint & Lights Up . . .

Random Thoughts from This Week . . . .

Some days or weeks, my mind races so fast, I can only function in the form of a list. This has been one of those weeks:

1. I really like Facebook.
2. The kitchen remodel is coming along really well . . . . I can't wait to be done -- maybe this week . . . . yeah!! Final pictures are coming soon!
3. Little had a revelation this week that went like this: "I wish I was still in school . . . I love kindergarten." Whew!! What a relief!! Isn't that exactly the foot we wanted to be hopping on two weeks in! Yeah!!
4. I love to watch a kid bite into a whole apple. Or peach. Whatever . . . But the way they stretch their mouth open G.R.E.A.T big . . . and their teeth sparkle and their eyebrows knit and their nose wrinkles up . . . . it's adorable. I think their necks even grow a little bit with that first bite.
5. Really Simple. The magazine. It has recipes, but guess what . . . they really are not all that simple.
6. I like painting, but not ceilings. About an hour into the painting of the new kitchen archway . . . . I started touchup on the drywall spray around the arch . . . and, damn the luck. The paint didn't match. Which called for a fresh coat of paint across the whole ceiling. Damn, damn, damn. But, it's clean and white and looks fresh and clean and new. There. The glass is half full.
7. I finished staining the island. Yeah.
8. I need to work. I need to sit down and work. But everytime I sit down to work, a distraction happens. Sometimes big, sometimes small. But, the point is: no matter the size, it's a distraction. I'm not getting a damn thing done.
9. Stop bitching. Isn't is still true that we are in a shitty economy? For most of us, we're just damn grateful to be pulling a paycheck in. We're grateful that we have two sources of income. We kneel at night and give thanks to the Lord that we are not filling out foreclosure paperwork. Or pulling kids out of activities. Or that we can go to the grocery store and actually purchase staples to feed a family. So, if you are in a job, and you don't like it. Put up or shut up. Deal with your boss. Do what they fucking say. Because it is YOUR job. Someone is higher up the ladder than you are. This is true until the end of most people's lives. Barring some megagenuius like Bill Gates, the Facebook guy (can't remember his name) . . that lady that thought up Jibbits . . . . it's true. Most of us go to work and do work, and we answer to a higher person. We are their bitch. Get used to it, or go birth a mega idea and be your own bitch. But don't bitch. As long as you are the low bitch, don't bitch. (Whoa . . . get out of my way, I'm climbing down off this soapbox)
10. The new indoor pool thing is way cool. I took the kids on Friday. As I was walking up the steps behind Tink, a huge bucket totally doused her. She came up coughing & sputtering . . . but grinning, too. Whew!
11. MOTH got the new Verizon Ten Inch Mini. I know this because when we got it out and was setting it up, Big, my resident jingle junkie, waltzed in the door and said, "cool . . it's the verizon ten inch mini."
12. I like Fondue Night. Strongly recommend.
13. Take care of yourself. I've reconnected with a high school buddy. Fantastic fella in our younger year. We've both grown up, married, birthed a bunch of chillin' . . . and he just had a heart attack. A real live heart attack. This makes me pause. Long pause. Take care of yourself. I will, too. And I'm not talking about joining weight watchers to lose a few pounds. I'm talking about annual physicals. Cancer screening. Self breast exam. Take care of your damn prostate and listen to your body.
14. Purse party. I went to my first. It was fabulous. Never thought I was the type, but apparently I am. It was pretty cool. Got some Christmas shopping done :)
15. Lia Sophia. I think it's kind of like the lipstick phenomenon of past recessions. No matter the doom and gloom projections from financial gurus . . . women still mustered the money and rounded up the change jar to buy lipstick. So, now is jewelry. It's amazing to me. So amazing that I fell for the "host a party" routine. I'm planning to Christmas shop with my hostess take. Catelog orders are welcome. Seriously. My mom will go crazy with this gift . . . can't go wrong. The party is September 18th. Please come.
16. There's surely more, but I have to work. And assemble a chair for Tink. And work. And pee.
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...

enough money within her control to move out
and rent a place of her own,
even if she never wants to or needs to..

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....

something perfect to wear if the employer,
or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..

a youth she's content to leave behind....

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...

a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to
retelling it in her old age....

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .....

a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....

one friend who always makes her laugh... and one who lets her cry...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....

a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...

eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems,
and a recipe for a meal,
that will make her guests feel honored..

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..

a feeling of control over her destiny...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...

how to fall in love without losing herself..

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW..

how to quit a job,
break up with a lover,
and confront a friend without;
ruining the friendship...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...

when to try harder... and WHEN TO WALK AWAY...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...

that she can't change the length of her calves,
the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents..

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...

that her childhood may not have been perfect...but it's over...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...

what she would and wouldn't do for love or more...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
how to live alone... even if she doesn't like it...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW.. .

whom she can trust,
whom she can't,
and why she shouldn't take it personally...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...

where to go...
be it to her best friend's kitchen table..
or a charming Inn in the woods...
when her soul needs soothing...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...

What she can and can't accomplish in a day...
a month...and a year...

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

During . . .


It's moving along . . . . arches are done, plumbing is done, electrical is done . . . drywall is up . . . I'm painting today . . . . just a few more days & I'll be able to put my kitchen back together!!

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

I'm feeling moderately successful today.

I finally had an honest conversation with an elephant that sits in my living room. Painful. But truth can sometimes be good for the soul.

I have three kids in full day school. It's quiet at my house, and my job as sole entertainer to Tinky is demanding. I spent 30 minutes dragging her around the basement this morning on quilt. Blanket rides are fun. We played Barbies and took a long walk. The long walk was for me. It was good to breathe clean morning air & look for some insight. I pondered planting crocus and critiqued yards & landscaping as we went.

I have new MBT's. They are like lugging 10 pound bricks on your feet. The are friggin' HEAVY!! I am no stranger to the long walk. Five miles is very doable for a "quickie". This morning, my inner thighs were on fire before I hit the third mile. MBT's have a rocker type bottom on them that makes you feel like you might topple over in a swift gust of wind. They make you feel just a wee bit off balance. All the time. As a rule . . . . and coming into mile 4, my lower abs and hip flexors were feeling it, too. I think your whole body has to work to keep you vertical. On the downside, my back is actually hurting a little MORE with these . . . but I'm hoping that it is similar to negative conditioning . . . . like when you put a bark collar on a dog, they initially bark MORE until they figure out the consequence. I'm hoping that my muscles are just in over-compensation mode from trying to keep me vertical.

Good news. The contractors were 10 minutes early this morning. And by 9:22, there was a sizable hole in the wall. Only one hiccup-glitch so far. Already re-planned. Progress is being made. Thank God.

Before . . . .

Friday, August 14, 2009

I'm sort of not sure where this week went . . .

Last week, it seemed like time was moving through big wads of sticky jello. This week, the whole world is moving at rocket speed and I feel dizzy from all the motion!

I'm totally unsure of where this week went.

I know I had great laughs. This week, Big looked at me with big brown eyes and said, "mom, what's an a loominum spreader?" And I said, "huh?" To which she began singing, you know . . . (be a Carrie Underwood fan to get this): " . . . she took a a loominum spreader to both head lights . . slashed a hole in all four tires . . . "

I laughed.

This week, Little walked around saying "I'm sorry" for what seemed like a whole day. Turns out he was playing transformers in his mind. The little girl's name is Sari. Turns out she is the one who keeps some magic device called an "allspark". Turns out that's why all of his clothes have paperclips on them.

This week, Little said, "Jesus, Louise."

Tinky's vocabulary is expanding. She says "no", "nooooo", and "no-no-no".

This week, I roared really loud, and maybe inappropriately. Enrollment numbers are really high at our elementary school. The 5th grade classes are bursting at the seams with 35 in each class. I wrote to the school board. Lots of parents did. That's not the issue. The issue is still in my own mind . . . that when you're looking down the road at younger siblings, there is their future to consider too . . . and it sucks to have to weigh a good experience for one child against potential episodes of "my-mom-shot-us-in-the-foot-with-her-angry-letters-and-emotional-responses." Alas, what's done is done.

I took Middle shopping. She is so damn hard to shop with. Everytime I turn around, stop to get something, pause for a millisecond, she's down on the floor again. Middle splits. Hanging on a buggy. Front support. It's craziness. Pure craziness. It makes me say, "Jesus, Louise."

I lost 24 hours this week to Little's temperature. I think it's the highest temp we've ever had. 104.4. Spooky. He's fine now.

We've put it some volunteer hours at school this week. The big girls took Little into the library and worked, worked, worked. The stamped and stickered a new math series. We, PTA, put on a breakfast . . . we're planning for back to school social. I'm anxious as hell about teacher assignments. Little has a fabulous teacher . . . best in the business. And, he'll be fine. Middle has a great teacher at this point (but lists could change up until Monday at 4) . . . so, I'm hoping she'll stay where she is! Big has a fantastic teacher. I'm overjoyed with her teacher . . . but she's super nervous about friends that are also in the class. I'm marveling at how early social troubles begin for girls. It's overwhelming and exhausting. Mostly exhausting.

And, now . . . off to bed . . . . I'm exhasuted from typing the word: exhausted.

Friday, August 07, 2009

Put this in your recipe box.

All of the sudden, I'm turned on to food network. I tivo'd the Next Food Network Star. I was late, but just found out that Melissa D'Arabian won. My favorite. Food Network has always been (in my opinion) too complicated. I just look at the names of the recipes and get scared.

So Melissa is the stay-at-home-mom version of bright lights & success. She's raising 4 kids and has tons of tips for time and money saving in the kitchen . . along with kid involvement . . . . I'm her newest (and maybe biggest) fan!!

This recipe is from her pilot and the final FN star show (where she WON!!) . . .

It's SO yummy! And easy!!

http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/cda/recipe_print/0,1946,FOOD_9936_384711_RECIPE-PRINT-FULL-PAGE-FORMATTER,00.html

Thursday, August 06, 2009

Yesterday at the park.

Yesterday, I took the youngin's to the park. Park out in "the country" for us. It's more than just a park. There are hiking trails, picnic areas, lots of playgrounds, expanses of grass . . . .




And lakes. Two little lakes. One is super shallow. The girlie-girls that I have jumped in to find dead crawdads and snap their claws off. Apparently, they have a collection. (Shh, I know . . . it was news to me, too . . and may explain a funky smell . . . Anyway . . . )




A great time was had. We filled a day. Good times.




Here is the second part of the story. I've always wanted to be on the backside of a camera when something hilarious happens . . . and catch a shot of a great big fat lady sitting on a fireplug, or a funny animal thing. Something that would circulate in email stings and make people chuckle when they open it. Look at what we saw today at the park:





I think Steve is hot . . . .

You know, Steve. From Blue's Clues. Doesn't every mother know Steve? This morning, there are 4 little heads focused on the television. Three of them remember the words to "notebook" and "thinkin' chair". The little one is mesmerized.

This is why parents let their kids watch TV. I've officially had an enormous moment of clarity.

Don't get me wrong. I love Vin Diesel. Brad Pitt's journey into fatherhood has made him only hotter, in my humble opinion. McDreamy still floats my boat. And, though I wish Matthew & Camilla would wed, he's still at the top of my hot list.

But, if you have to weigh "hot" in one hand . . . with "can entertain ALL of my children" in the other . . . . (maybe this is the end of summer speaking) . . . . I think I choose the latter. If Steve from Blue's Clues lived in my house, I could take a bubble bath, light candles and drink something dangerous & sparkly. I could go get groceries, stop off for a latte, shop a sale rack & indulge in the guilty pleasure of swiss chocolate in a pretty wrapper.

Ahh . . . . back to reality. Steve doesn't live here. And we need groceries. Today, I'm in survival mode. My mission is to get groceries . . . not just a few, the list is long . . .make dinner, do something fun with the kids & get them all bathed & to bed . . with no bloodshed . . . .

Monday, August 03, 2009

Grumpy . . . .

I'm grumpy today. Don't know why. Just a grumpy day. I'm lightyears behind with work. And I don't know why. I sit here every freakin' day. Working. And it's not as if I've been on vacation or off dorking around. So I have no explicable way of knowing WHY I'm behind. I just am.

And I'm lonely today. Every now and again, I feel as if my normal life of self-chosen isolation bites me in the ass. Today is one of those days. Where I wish I had something to fill the time . . . but I don't. So, sad me. . . . I guess I'll go eat worms.

Maybe excluded today, too. Ever feel like a world you used to know . . . a world you were intimately a part of has just kept turning and spinning in another direction . . while you stood there scratching your ass?

Grumpy, lonely, excluded. Damn the luck.