Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Wordless Wednesday - Why I Love Thanksgiving Reason # 39

Picture of Bumblebee cracking eggs into a bowl while we make our Thanksgiving pies:

And also... what the rest of the fam is doing while we work our fingers to the bone making these pies:

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Catching Snowflakes on her Tongue

On Saturday, we got our first measurable snowfall. I was full of dread when I saw it. Immediately, I thought with dread of the nasty things that winter brings: icy, dangerous roads; stressful shopping trips amid crowds of grouchy people; teeth-chattery cold; that howling wind that makes it's way through all seven layers of clothing, no matter what you're wearing; pitch darkness at 5 p.m., and so on...

Thankfully, my pessimism wasn't infectious. Bumblebee squealed with delight at the sight of the snow falling. She ran outside and caught snowflakes on her tongue:

Her optimism made me rethink my stance on the snow falling outside. I began to mentally check off the wonderful things about winter: snuggling up on the couch in front of a crackly fire while reading a good book; making hot chocolate and Christmas cookies; spending long days with family drinking wine and eating fabulous food; wearing fuzzy socks and soft sweat pants; and snuggling under warm blankets with wiggly kids.

The fact that my knee-jerk reaction to the snow was negative made me think. When did I stop enjoying the little things in life? Why did the sight of beautiful, fat snowflakes fill me with dread? I had nowhere to go and for once, a completely free day on my hands. I decided to take a cue from Bumblebee, and I caught a few of those snowflakes on my tongue. Then I snuggled up in front of my fireplace with a good book and a nice hot cup of hazelnut coffee. And I stayed there. For the entire day.

Winter's inevitability isn't all bad...

Thursday, November 20, 2008


N-E-G-L-E-C-T, find out what it means to me....

(sung, of course, to the tune of Ms. Franklin's Respect.)


I have neglected my blog lately. This is the busiest time of year for me at work, and with these scary economic times, Giant Ass Bank is not hiring, and therefore those of us who have not left the company for greener pastures are doing more work with fewer people to help. The kids are as active as ever. The Boy and Hollywood are both in basketball, so add that to their other activities and Monnik’s taxi service is in full swing. Also, it gets dark so damned early that I want to flop into bed as soon as I get home from work. I hate that!

I just haven’t been paying attention to the blog.

Writing ideas are still in my head (I'm dying to write up a post about the transvestite waitress we had at the diner in KC last weekend) and my kids are still being their adorable, goofy selves. It's just that the time to create blog posts just isn’t available. So, stay tuned, my friends. (HA! I sound like John McCain) I appreciate your readership and loyalty, even though I’ve been struggling to keep up with your blogs lately too. It will all get better soon, I promise.

Sunday, November 16, 2008


I didn't expect to have a baby when I was so young, but along she came, and The Husband and I were given a gift that has filled us with wonder and amazement for fifteen years now.

There were times when our immaturity as parents must have made our own mothers and fathers cringe. We learned how to parent the way everyone does - by trial and error. Mistakes were made along the way, but we did some things right too. We must have - because look at her now.

She's unbelievable:
Independent, intelligent, spirited, beautiful, confident, happy, brave.

And a million other things.

It hasn't been easy. Parenting is full of second-guessing yourself and wondering how even the smallest decision you make will impact your children. It's full of small disappointments and missteps. But the journey has also been full of proud moments, immense feelings of fulfillment, and love beyond understanding. We are blessed to have such an amazing daughter. Today she is fifteen. And we are so proud of the young woman she is becoming.

Happy Birthday Hollywood!

I'll write more about our fun weekend in KC later (we just got back). This is a drive by post to wish Hollywood a Happy 15th Birthday!!!

Friday, November 14, 2008

We Made the Newspaper!

Check it out! Bumblebee and I were in the newspaper!

Excuse the wrinkles in the image. The Boy brought this home from school, so it was crammed in his backpack.

I didn't even know they took my picture!

The family's off to Kansas City this weekend. Hollywood's birthday is Sunday, so we're going shopping and to a Chief's game.

Happy weekend!

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Thoughtful Tuesday

Hey everyone. This is another 'Thoughtful Tuesday', where thoughtful is really just another way of saying word vomit. So buckle up!,


First off, I want to wish everyone who is a veteran, loves a veteran, has a crush on a veteran, or knows a veteran, Happy Veteran's Day. I appreciate the absolute selfless sacrifice veterans continue to give to this great country.

In a sort-of-related-to-Veteran's-Day tangent, I just got done reading a book called Miracle at St. Anna. I don't typically like war novels, but this one was given to The Husband by my mom for Christmas, and he recommended it. It was a haunting story, yet it was beautiful and interesting too. I believe there's a movie out (or coming out) based on the book. Might have to go see it.


I'm having a work from home day which in a perfect world, would mean that I could work in my pj's all day. But not today. I had The Boy and Bumblebee's Holiday Luncheon at the school today. It's where the school serves a Thanksgiving-ish dinner and invites the parents to come along and eat with the kids. It's also a good reminder of why I've been letting the kids bring cold lunch lately. Eesh. Here's a pic of Bumblebee dressed up as a Native American. The other Kindergarten class dressed as pilgrims. The Indian kids were supposed to wear brown. We got the brown pants down, but I realized that Bumblebee has no brown shirts. So she picked this one. What? You don't think little Yellow Bird here should be wearing a tie-dye shirt?


Papers are overtaking my home and giving me a panick attack. Seriously, the equivalent of a giant forest worth of trees is closing in on me as I type this. I feel like the victim in a cheesy horror flick - Attack of the Perilous Pile of Papers..... The piles of junk papers are closing in on me and soon I won't be albe to function. School papers come home with my kids by the thousands. Junk mail arrives in my mailbox by the truckload. Bills are everywhere. Seriously. I can turn my head every direction and see a stack of papers. Can't. Breathe. Must. De-clutter.


We're heading down to KC this weekend. Hollywood turns 15 on Sunday (ack!) and wants to go shopping at the Plaza. That's my kind of birthday present! Two of my brothers (and my new sis-in-law) live in KC, so we'll be hanging out with them. Should be a fun time.


I'm worried about my dog. She's getting old, has bad gas, resulting in the most foul smelling farts ever ripped on this planet, she has labored breathing sometimes (almost sounds like an asthma attack!), and she's losing her hair. All around her neck, you can see her skin. Here's a pic I just took of her.

See how cute she is? That's her 'Thanks for giving me a doggie treat' expression. And yeah, she looks pretty furry there, but you can't see where her hair is thinning in the picture. It's on the back of her neck. Do dogs get bald like people do when they get older? I probably just need to take her into the vet. She's about due for her checkup anyway, but I'm afraid of what they'll say. Ignorance is sometimes better, you know? She's been a part of our family for 9 1/2 years now, and I am worried that something serious is wrong with her.


We were supposed to get freezing rain today, but so far it's stayed above freezing where I live. Which is good. I'm not ready for the bad driving conditions (and all of the moron drivers who come out of the woodwork during the bad weather.)

A woman was accidentally ran over by a garbage truck downtown last week. It was near where my mom works, so I was at first worried that it was her (I always assume the worst!) but she was safe in North Carolina or somewhere, so that was good.

But I can't get thoughts of this accident out of my head. A friend of mine works with someone who saw the body and we got to talking about his account of the accident. The details of her death were horrific, and I'll spare you from them. But what I can't get out of my head is what was said about the truck driver. After the accident, he was apparently laying in the fetal position and sobbing. Completely devastated by the accident, as anyone would be. I ask that if you're the praying type, you pray for the family of the woman who lost her life and also for this poor man who will live with this horrible memory for the rest of his life.

My hip is bugging me again. Same old running injury I've had since high school track. Weird how it gets worse in cold weather. I'm going to stick to inside running on the boring old treadmill for a while and see if I can nurse it back to health. Last winter I used my bum hip as an excuse to get lazy, stop running for months, and gain 15 pounds. Not doing that this year. No sir.

Hmmm. some of that wasn't very uplifting. But that's life, I suppose. And, that's all I've got for now. Have a great week!

Monday, November 10, 2008


I have a saying on the wall of my living room that says this:
The laughter of a child is the light of a home.
Isn't that the truth?

My brother got the photo proofs back from his wedding. While looking through the photos (there are a trillion of them!), I found a gem. I'm going to order the print and frame it because not only does it display the bond my son has with his uncle, but also that laughter is truly infectious. I can't look at this picture without laughing too.

So here's the scene - At the reception, The Boy was up at the sweetheart table talking to my brother and sis-in-law:

I have no idea what my brother said to The Boy, but apparently it was the funniest thing in the world. Here's the best picture ever:

If that won't make you smile on a cold and depressing Monday morning, I don't know what will...

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Vacation Day Needed

I need a vacation day.

Work is too worky.

My house is too messy.

My calendar is too full.

I need a vacation day.

That's all.

(This embarrassingly banal post was brought to you by the letters B and D - for brain dead).