The Halloween that Daddy Saved

You can imagine the chaos that is my house, given that I have three children.  That said, when we were ready to put on Halloween costumes, which had been worn a couple of weeks ago for a cousin's party, we discovered that Collin's Peter Pan hat had gone missing.  I initially blamed Cameron, because her room is the most disastrous in the house, and she had taken the bag of costumes into her room and dumped them on the floor.  At any rate, we searched the house, and it is nowhere to be found.  So, in a moment of chivalry and fatherly love, G went to the fabric store to purchase felt, and we made Collin a new hat.  After all, he'd have just been a boy in a green and brown outfit, without that hat. 



The kids had fun trick-or-treating, of course.  Booah was the most entertaining...he frequently shouted, in his two-year-old accent, "OPEN THE DOOR!  I GET CANDY!"  Or, when he was done talking to one sweet elderly neighbor, he promptly (and loudly) told her to shut the door.  Ang and I could hardly stand it.  Pictures will be posted soon.  Mind you, they couldn't wait to go out, so I only got, like, one picture each.

So, I had my root canal re-done yesterday.  Initially, they told me I would need new impressions done for my crown, as the lab didn't like what they got.  When I got in the chair (without valium, mind you), they proceeded to open the tooth back up and clean out the canals some more.  Mercy.  He then told me, more than once, that he was very concerned I would lose the tooth entirely, as it is badly cracked.  My feeling (and I think my dentist's, too) is that the dentist who did my filling a couple of months ago, cracked the tooth when she drilled it.  Why, oh why, did I go to see another dentist?!  Now, it may or may not be her "fault".  It could just be something that happened because the cavity was so deep.  It could have been her inexperience...fresh out of dental school.  I could have been just one of those things.  At any rate, I'm too damn young to have this happen, and I'm praying the reconstruction he did yesterday will be sufficient and sturdy enough to perform well.

One more thing I forgot to mention...my middle boy Collin was just in a taping for some kids' songs!  Yep, he's gonna be a local star (ok, not really, but he will be on On-Demand kids' programming, which is pretty cool).  He was shy, but not his usual head-in-the-sand self.  He actually did rather well, considering how standoffish he usually is.  He is absolutely in love with Christine, the musician he was "working" for.  She's his new girlfriend, and he gets a funny look on his face when he talks about her.  Unfortunately, he didn't show them his breakdance skills, which we were really hoping for.  I hope he gets the chance to do another video in the future, and he'll get to do it then...but then he'll be older and it won't be quite as cute.  Oh well, it was something fun to do, and he enjoyed it...that's all that matters. 

Hope you all had a great Halloween!

Happy Halloween

I know I'll be too busy tomorrow to say it, so Happy Halloween.  I have costumes to wash, school to get to, kids to wrestle into costumes, makeup to apply, treats to pass out, kids to cart around, and candy to haul.  But it will be fun. 

We carved pumpkins last night, and fought.  The usual...who does more, who is inconsiderate, who doesn't understand.  It was loads of fun.  G actually carved his pumpkin with a jig saw. 

 

I guess it made quick and fairly precise work of it, but I wouldn't say it's for everyone.  In the end, he got a nice, mean-looking pumpkin, which is what he wanted.  I won't comment any further. 

 

 

 

So anyway, tonight is his volleyball night.  Last night, he complained that he was missing the game...I guess because he was carving his pumpking.  As though that was an obligation.  Nevermind the fact that I carved three kids' pumpkins, in addition to my own.  Back to volleyball.  Tonight was an extra-long night, because he had to "call lines".  That means I did dinner and herded the bunch to gymnastics myself, as usual.  I had to wrangle the two boys while we watched Cam's last "showcase" class (and I did two other showcase classes today, as well).  That was a little less than fun, although she did a great job.  She seems to be really built for gymnastics, and has always enjoyed it.  I put up a couple of new pictures, if you're interested.  Then, after VB, he's going to call and ask if I mind if he goes to this cool little tequila bar they've been going to.  He doesn't even like tequila, and suffice it to say that I'm pretty jealous, and pretty peeved.  I'm home with the kids, drinking wine by myself again.  Speaking of kids, they've been running amok since we got home.  I tried to coerce them into eating the dinner they balked at earlier...potstickers, garlic lo mein, and fresh squash sauteed in garlic & olive oil.  What's wrong with them?  Anyway, I guess I should go bathe them now, and put them to bed.  A good mom would do that.  I'm so going to Mexico again next year.

Complaining is My Hobby

Well, this has been a busy week. My oldest baby turned eight yesterday, and I have already proclaimed my disbelief. She wanted breakfast for her birthday "dinner", and pumpkin pie rather than a cake. Sunday, we had her party, and yesterday we had the immediate family dinner. I made apple crisp, too, just because the smell and thought of pumpkin pie was so intoxicating that I had to elaborate on its fall-ness.
G was in Boston for three days, so I was here with the kids. Okay, two and a half days, but in such instances you always round up. But you know...three days of dealing with them, baths, meals, and running around. It takes its toll. I know I really have no cause to complain, because there are plenty of single moms who would love to have a little bit of help, but I am just feeling left behind. And tonight? Yeah, he's playing volleyball with his friends. His younger friends. You know, the ones without spouses and kids. He needs to get with some family men, because I'm tired of drinking wine by myself every night.
Tomorrow we may or may not have house guests, which my mother-in-law has invited to stay at my house. Yes, you read that right. She invited them. Man, I love her. First she invited herself, her brother, and her best friend...now she's not coming, but has assured the other two that we won't mind if they still come. We have not heard from them, so I'm not sure whether they'll still come or not. She has always used our home as a hotel for whenever she's in the area. And, now that we have three kids, there is no more guest room. There is a bed in the basement, and the couch...and the basement is a disaster of toys, computer stuff, and my sewing stuff. I'm really not in the mood for a stash & dash cleaning session. Nor am I in the mood to have a perfect stranger stay in my already busy home. Do y'all have a MIL like mine?
This weekend is the last RenFest already. Just seems impossible, what with all this warm weather we're still having. It's supposed to be downright chilly by now...the bees are supposed to be gone, and you're supposed to drink mead in order to help stay warm. Oh well, I'm going anyway. Can't believe I haven't been yet this year, but that's par for the course. G is sad that I'm going to miss his volleyball double-header. Gee, which would you pick?
Happy weekend!

It's Just a Dream

Last night, I dreamt of kissing a Siamese twin. One of them, anyway. I woke up before I could move on to the other. So, I'm combing all the dream interpretation websites to try to figure out what it might mean. Such things are not what usually melts my butter...I mean, I don't get off on the odd. I'm not keeping the midget porn industry in business or anything. Dream Moods says:

To see twins in your dream, signifies ambivalence, dualities and opposites. It also represents security in business, faithfulness, and contentment with life. It may also mean that you are either in harmony with or in conflict between ideas and decisions.

Hmm. That's pretty accurate. There was also a storm...the most ominous looking storm I have ever seen. But, I was in a strong building, so I wasn't worried. This is what they said about storms:

To see a storm in your dream, signifies overwhelming struggle, shock, devastating loss and catastrophe in your personal affairs. The storm also represents unexpressed fears or emotions, such as anger, rage, turmoil, etc. On a more positive note, the storm signifies the rising of spirit within.
To dream that you take cover in a storm, foretells that whatever disturbance or problems is occurring in your life will quickly blow over. Consider also the phrase "weather the storm", which suggests your ability and strength to withstand whatever comes.

Yeah, that's pretty accurate, too. Apparently, there's a lot going on in my little brain, and it wants to surface, one way or the other. What do you think?

Nothing New

I went to the gym again today...it's only my second time ever. We got kicked out (you know, because they were closing). It's kind of a good feeling to get kicked out of a gym. On the other hand, they were closing because they close early on Saturdays. You know, because most people have a life, unlike me.

G and the rest of the fam are in West Virginia, at Ralph's house, so it's strangely quiet here. I'm sipping my last glass of sangria, debating about going to get some more. Why can't they have delivery liquors? I guess that would be a bad idea.

So, my baby girl is about to turn eight. I know it sounds cliche, but I swear to you that I don't know where the time has gone. I cannot get my brain around the fact that she has been here for eight years...and that I'm eight years older than I was when I had her. When I consider how much I have changed since then, how my life has changed...it's just astounding. We are having a party for her next weekend, so I will be busy, busy this week. I remember being her age-birthday parties were so important. She really wants a hamster, but her father has forbid it (since, well, her room looks like a place that the county would likely condemn). Her frog recently died, too, so that makes me really want to get her the hamster...but you know, that would just be one more thing for me to take care of. Not to mention that it would cause strife between me and G. And can you imagine the two boys letting it out, giving it a haircut, or feeding it M&Ms? Yeah...

Oh yeah, and they're cutting our peaktime hours at work. I'll lose 4 hours per pay period. You know, that doesn't really hurt my feelings, because I'm pretty tired of working there. It used to be a great place to work, but my branch is subject to ridiculous politics these days. On the other hand, I guess I will miss the money. Especially since Comcast is not going to take over Millennium, and therefore I will get no free cable. SIGH. The price of everything is going up, but my salary is going down. I know, I know...I sound really old. It's because I am.

Happy fall...who's in on a Halloween fire?

They're Gone

So, my bastard wisdom teeth that have sabotaged my body for some time now, are finally gone. The drugs have not worn off yet, which is the only reason I'm capable of writing. I'm pretty sure I'm going to feel like hell later on tonight. You know, just in time for not being able to sleep. Who knows, maybe MJ will have one of her sleepless nights and I can talk her ear off (or, mumble it off).

So, here's the best part. I was anxiously awaiting my appointment, and G was getting ready. To go to work. I asked him why he was dressing in khakis and dressy shoes, knowing full well what was up. I said, Do I have to drive myself to the dentist? You know, because one is not supposed to drive after taking Valium. The instructions explicitly said, you must have someone drive you, stay with you, and take you home. He said, Am I supposed to be staying home today? Hmph. At once, I expected it, and was astonished. I made the appointment, what, a month or more ago? I told him I would need a ride, and that the dentist recommended I have help with the kids for a WEEK. In fact, today they told me to lift no more than 5lbs for 7-10 days. Now, I didn't expect him to stay home for a week, just a day or two. G, in all his dental expertise, told me I only needed one day (the day of). He told me he figured I'd made other arrangements, you know, that my mom or someone would take me. I guess he figured they'd be taking care of the kids, too. It blows me away that after supporting someone for ten years, after "holding his hand" through all of his trials, when I need something, I'm just someone else's problem (or my own prolbem). Mind you, he did stay home--what else could he do? It's a little late to stray off course, an hour before the appointment. I could have called a cab. Probably should have. He has also informed me that he will be going to work as planned tomorrow. Nevermind that I will be taking oxycodone and motrin, a steroid, and an antibiotic. Nevermind that kids will need to be lifted, changed, bathed, fed, etc. So, I sit here spitting blood, and my feelings are hurt. He's going to feel it's a betrayal that I wrote this, if he ever does read it...but oh well. It's therapeutic to document my life. I understand that he has things to do. He has deadlines, he has appointments. But people-family-are the only thing in this world that truly matter. We used to be on the same page about that, or at least I thought.

At any rate, I do have an excellent dentist. He did a great job, and he was fast, gentle, efficient, and comforting. I'd recommend him to anyone. I will admit that I was a wuss about it, but I tried to be brave. He assured me that I would be fine, and I am. Now I just have the hard part...the healing, while having to run a house and take care of three kids. Please God, no dry socket. Work is going to give me hell if I call out after my sick leave, but right now, I really don't care. The best part about this whole thing is, I never have to do this again. Thank you Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, and all the Saints. And thanks to my mom and my sister (my blood sister, and those who are not related), because they always pull for me. No nachos for me for a while, but with any luck, I'll be relatively normal in a couple of days. Good times, good times.

Fall Is Upon Us

Seems as though fall came, night before last. It reminds me of that John Mayer song, "When autumn comes, it doesn't ask...it just walks in where it left last And you never know when it starts, until there's fog inside the glass around your summer heart". So, that's kinda what happened...there's fog around my summer heart. It's kind of crisp and inviting, but still sad. I love fall...it's what comes after that I hate.

I took another meal to a family that I met at church--the one with twins. The twins are here, and both are home now. The one little boy had to stay in the NICU until Wednesday. That was longer than I thought he'd have to stay. It must be quite surreal to go from a family of four to a family of six just like that. It must be overwhelming to have two new little souls in the house. I was saddened to learn that her husband has just received orders for Texas, so they will likely be leaving the area before Christmas. It sucks when you befriend someone new, and they leave before you really get a chance to know them. Anyway, her babies are so cute, and I had to avert my eyes, as Megan told me. You know, to keep the baby fever at bay.

Yesterday, we went to Hershey Park with all the kiddies. It was fun, but tiring, and went quite quickly. I never got to ride anything for myself, although I'm not really supposed to, either. I have two titanium rods that I would kind of like to keep implanted in my spine. Coming loose would be a bad thing (I know, I've done that once already). I long to get on a good rollercoaster, and there was one that looked quite enticing. My daughter is a dare devil, and will get on any ride she is tall enough for. Poor kid, she might not get to ride the "big" roller coasters until she's in her late teens. All of my children are vertically challenged, you see.

Today was a couch day. I slept late, let the boys sleep late, and just kinda laid around for most of the day. I feel like crap, and I'm hoping that most of this cold will be over with by Thursday, when I have my teeth out. It's going to really suck if I can't breathe through my nose during that procedure. My gag reflex being hyper-active as it is, I can't imagine not being able to breathe through my nose.

I don't know how this is all going to play out. I don't know how I'm going to take care of three kids while enduring the pain and mess that comes along with the procedure. On the other hand, what choice do I have? I have already warned them that they will have to be on their best behavior. I see lots of videos in our future. Gotta love the instant babysitter.

Happy Monday to you all.

Come On In, the Water's Fine

September 10, 2007

This weekend flew by, and my middle son turned four. Seems so silly to say, but it seems like he was just born. I honestly can't get my brain around how fast my life is flying by. And it's already football season (does anyone else hate the female announcers?!). The angle of the sun has changed, the crickets have returned, and the temperature is slowly getting cooler (ok, not today). I can't believe it's almost fall. But you know what that means...it's almost fire season. I even shopped for a new fire bowl today.
Anyway, the party was fun, but hectic. Seems like I really never get time to sit and have a few drinks, enjoy myself and my company. There is always something else to think about. The highlight of the day, of course, was when we gave G a dip in the pool...against his will, and fully clothed. To me, it was a personal vendetta, after his failure to return home from a bachelor party in a timely fashion (and he drove his motorcycle after drinking, the ass). We were laughing so hard, we could hardly function. I will give him this: he is a strong, squirmy somebody. He definitely did not go down without a fight, and it took several of us. I'll have to check my camera, and the cameras of those around me...you might see the video up on Youtube soon. It reminded me of the time on our youth group ski trip (a la 1989) when a bunch of guys tried to wrestle G into a hotel bath tub full of ice water. That was hysterical, too.
Today I spent quite a while at Patapsco, walking with the boys. It was completely silent there...even the river was quiet, since it is so low. I've never seen the dam so low, either. It was peaceful--exactly what I needed after a busy weekend. I saw two deer, a heron, and a groundhog. I was also pleased to not see any dead fish in the river. It was a good day.
I hope you all have a good week.

Breakfast With Little People

September 5, 2007

This morning, I took the boys to Chick-fil-a for breakfast, because, you know, they have the fabulous chicken biscuit. Only I was retarded. I asked for a number 4. Then I realized that was on a bagel, and would probably be too much food for me. I asked to change it to a number 5. I thought I was getting a chicken biscuit with egg and cheese. Only I ordered the wrong sandwich and there was no chicken, so I was very disappointed. We sat down next to a father with his toddler boy and baby girl, who immediately refused to eat and spent the next half hour turned around in their seats, waving at my boys and saying hi. I felt kinda guilty at having compromised their nice meal. He was a big man, with a buzzed head and a great fat belly. The back of his neck, as my sister always says, looked like a pack of hot dogs. I couldn't stop staring at it, thanking the sweet Lord that while I might be fat, at least I don't have back-of-the-neck fat.
Halfway through our meal, as usual, Collin loudly said, "OK, I have to go POO POO real BAD!" I told him he would have to wait until Booah was done with his breakfast--I was worried that if we left all our food on the table, it would be cleaned up for us. And of course, I couldn't very well leave Noah there to eat by himself. Collin proceeded to squirm and complain and demand that Noah hurry up. In an even louder voice, and much to the amusement of Hot Dog Neck and the men seated next to us, he said, "MAMA, MAYBE THE POO POO WILL GO BACK UP IN MY HOLE!" I nearly spit my coffee all over the table, and then if it wasn't so funny, I probably would have hid under it with embarrassment.
He made it to the bathroom in time. Then we went to the play area, and Booah promptly pooped in his diaper. We cut the playtime short and went to the truck to change him...no diaper bag. We went across the street to the Target and bought diapers and wipes, cause it's not like they won't get used. Then we proceeded to look for the ever-elusive Lightning McQueen bike for Collin's birthday. I gave up and ordered it online, and had to spend an ungoldy amount of money to have it shipped 2nd day air. And then there was the Lightning McQueen helmet & knee pad set, and it actually cost more to ship it 2nd day than the set itself. Needless to say, I'm not waiting as long to buy Cameron's birthday gift.
After we came home, Booah pooped three more times. And I forgot to mention that he pooped once when he first got up. And he pooped once this evening. Sooner or later, you start to take it personally. It's like he's just doing it to get a rise out of us. Add Collin, and poop takes up a significant portion of the day. At least Cam poops by herself now. But you know, I wouldn't have it any other way. I am very grateful for my children, especially since I've just learned of this family in Pasadena whose daughter Kamryn just died of leukemia. She was only 8, like my daughter. She had red hair, like my daughter. She danced, like my daughter. It just makes me extra-grateful for these little people I have running around, pooping and screaming, making messes and fighting. Because I can still kiss them goodnight. I can still hold them when they get a skinned knee. I don't have to say goodbye, and learn how to live without them. Yep, I'm pretty thankful for poop.

Tennessee

Last night, I had dreams. Those epic saga types, again...the kind that seem to go on for hours at a time. I dreamt of glass after glass of cool water, nearly inhaling each one. I woke up so parched, I almost couldn't breathe. I drank two glasses of water straight down, until my belly was distended.

But I was still thirsty.

I couldn't get my fill, all day, just like the dreams.
I will have to look this up on the dream interpretation site, although I already have some insight as to what it may indicate.

Anyway, it reminded me of the Arrested Development song Tennessee. Remember that?

I am still thirsty.

Welcome to My Life

August 30, 2007

So, I've decided to move my blog from its former home. Or maybe I'll double-post for a while, who knows. Instead of just dropping you into the middle of my life, I've decided to include some of the archives...you know, so if you have nothing to do, you can get your fill of "reality blog", if you will. Read up on my life. Get to know me electronically. This is me: mother, wife, sister, daughter, friend, child of God. Thanks for visiting.

Archives-Back to School 8/28/2007

August 28, 2007

So, Monday morning, the mothers of our area were at once wistful and breathing a collective sigh of relief. Yes, back-to-school time has arrived. My oldest, my only daughter, has returned to the same elementary school I attended. I can hardly convince myself that she's really in third grade. I keep telling myself that she'll really remember stuff from here on out (well, I've been telling myself that for some time now). The first day went pretty smoothly. She was apprehensive, but quickly grew comfortable with the familiarities. This morning, however, was another story.
See, it's been a hectic few days. We were at the beach last week, and arrived home Saturday evening. After unpacking the truck, putting everything away, and doing laundry, I was already worn out. Sunday, we had a picnic and went on a nice, couple-mile hike at Patapsco State Park. That was truly nice, except that we failed to remain on the correct trail and walked WAY out of our way. So, since we had the two little boys with us, and Cam was in flip-flops, I was pretty unnerved that we would not readily find our way back. Eventually we did, a little tired, but fine. I have NO idea how my youngest son walked that far; he's only two, after all. He's sturdy.
Anyway, so then Monday we returned to our School Schedule, which means getting up at around 6:30 rather than 10:00. That sucks. And Cam is not the easiest person in the morning. Neither am I, so we honestly make a terrible pair. I'm usually very short-tempered and want to be left alone; she usually spends considerable time verbalizing her displeasure at having awakened so early and having to get ready, and very little time actually getting ready. That usually results in frenzied anger for me, trying to get her dressed, fed, brushed, and shoved out the door. It's just not pleasant, but the first day went well.
And then there was today. Last night, I went to see Aaron Lewis play his Have Guitar, Will Travel show at Ram's Head Live. Angie, Mom (yes, my mom likes Staind-a lot), and Angie's friend/co-worker Lou went, too. I'm so glad Angie bought me the ticket, it was really, really good. However, as usual, I stood right next to the obligatory Venue Jackass. A big man, he could already see better than most. But since we were standing on the rail upstairs, he found it necessary not only to lean out over the rail, but to put his hand on his hip so that his elbow jutted out into the sight path of many, my lucky self included. SIGH. We protested his inconsideration loud enough for him to hear. My sister tapped his arm. My mother flicked her beer on him, which prompted our uproarious laughter for about ten minutes. He just would not budge for the ENTIRE show. So, to my sister's concern, I spent the better half of the show with my head on my arm, laying on the rail. She was sure I was about to pass out drunk, but really I was peering through the crook of his arm. The show was so good. Angie decided it would be in her best interest not to drive, so we ended up summoning her roomate to cart us home. I can't believe Angie left her car in the city, but kudos to her for knowing she was polluted enough that she should not drive.
Needless to say, it was a late night. And then Collin had a nosebleed in the middle of the night, so I had to get up for that, with my head still a little woozy. When the alarm went off, my eyes were sure it was two hours earlier. And then my beloved child gave me all sorts of hell, barely making it to the bus stop in time. G couldn't understand why I was "speaking harshly". See, it seems to me that it's only fair that G does a share of this morning duty. He did stay up later than me last night (God knows why), but I'm also a bit peeved that I was "punished" for going to the show. I was left a lovely sink full of dishes, dirty kids' clothes all over the bathroom and living room, etc. You ladies ever get the same treatment when you go out? Hmph. Despite my resentful feelings today, I offered to "let" him go to volleyball tonight. He didn't get to play while we were at the beach, and didn't get to play last night, since I went to the show. He also won't be able to take the kids to the park on Wednesday evenings, since they're on School Schedule. See, unlike him, I get that he needs to have recreational time. He's not an afterthought, I do actually consider his needs. He should probably take the example and run with it.
Anyway...our week at the beach was good, but too short, and it rained to much. Back to the same old grind. Come on, June 12.

Archives-More of the Same 8/11/2007

August 11, 2007

Bad luck, that is. Or more likely, lessons. I have a rash. It's on my arms, feet, legs, hips, tatas, and butt. I have no idea what it is...but it itches like hell and doesn't look much better. I'm beginning to wonder if I am now allergic to amoxicillin, but I can't remember whether the rash or the drug started first. Not to mention that I'm having no problems breathing. At least it's not on my face, KNOCK ON WOOD, THANK YOU GOD! Yes, Lord, if you're reading this, I truly am thankful that it's not on EVERY part of my body, and therefore You need afflict me no further. We will see if Claritin can give me some relief, so that I can cease looking like a chimpanzee infested with fleas.
The A/C is fixed. At least, I think it is. G thought it was fixed last night, and instructed me on his way out that I could close the windows and turn it on, once I got home from work. I did. It was 83 degrees in the house, and hardly any air, let alone cool air, came from the vents. After an hour or so, I gave up. As Nathan and Kim can attest, it was doing nothing. It was so nice outside last night that I was actually cold this morning. We never sleep with the windows open. I mean, this is probably the second time this year that we have, thanks to my daughter's severe allergies in the spring and summer. We pretty much climate control to try to keep out as much pollen as possible. It was nice to be lulled to sleep by the cricket songs and breeze, but I woke up frequently from all the "strange" sounds. Not to mention that G came home at God-knows-what-time, and proceeded to try to work on the A/C some more at 3:40 this morning. I was a bit less than pleased, and instructed him to head to bed to preserve his health. Did I mention that I had to get up and go to work this morning? At least it was Courtney's turn to go to Starbucks, so I could sleep in an extra 15 minutes. Anyway, the A/C is supposed to be fixed now, but G is still working on the outside unit. It's cruddy, badly in need of a thorough scrub. Kinda like my car, which I would clean, but G is using the hose. I think I'll visit the carwash instead.
Ah, but there is swimming and cookout at my mom's this evening, and passionfruit mojitos, too. It don't get much better than that. And Mom's has plenty of A/C.
Happy weekend.

Archives-Melissa's Luck is Rubbing Off On Me 8/10/2007

August 10, 2007

First the whole wisdom tooth thing, this week. I'm still not over it...it still hurts like hell and ibuprofen is my only friend right now. Not to mention that I've been dwelling on having them removed, which will have to occur within the next month or so. I have already expressed that if I could trade this for another surgery, I would...but I need to just suck it up and get over it. At least I will only have to go through it once, and then I won't have to worry about the little bastards anymore.
So, I was just thinking, man, it's hot in my kitchen, which doesn't make sense because the only thing going is the crock pot, and that doesn't put off much heat. A few minutes later, I picked up the baby to change him, and he was all sweaty. So on my way to the changing table, I glanced at the thermostat. 78 degrees. Hmm, that's funny, it's set on 75. Maybe even 74. I felt the vent, which was barely putting out any air at all, and it was barely cool. I called G at work, who instructed me how to take apart the A/C unit to see if it was frozen and whether the filter needs to be changed. It was, and it does. SIGH. Since I am not willing to turn on the heater, and can't possibly stand in the basement holding a hair dryer to it for an hour, what with all these kids running amok, I'm forced to let it melt on its own...and suffer in the process. And G couldn't understand why I was irritated that he removed the light (just a drop light) from the utility side of the basement, thereby enabling me to see NOTHING. I had to use one of those stupid flashlights that you shake...ever seen one of those? They put out maybe one candle's worth of light after you shake it for 40 minutes. Ok, so I'm exaggerating, but I have learned two things today...I should probably put "change the filter" on my calendar, the first day of each month. And I should probably also go BACK to the Target and pick up a big box fan and a decent flashlight. This is a good excuse for me to go shopping, right?
I was JUST thinking how grateful I am to have air conditioning. At least we have ceiling fans in most rooms downstairs. At least it's not a 100 degree day today, only 91. At least the entire unit's not broken, forcing me to spend thousands. And at least I get to go to work tonight. I already called my mom and told her she'll probably want to take the kids to her house tonight. Ah, modern conveniences. It's so hard to imagine life without them, isn't it?

Archives-And Four Becomes Three 8/9/2007

August 9, 2007

So, I wrote this blog the other night, and in all my finesse, deleted it. *sigh* I wanted to tell you about the dinner I made...chipotle cinnamon rubbed (thanks for the suggestion, Nathan) pork chops, twice baked cheddar & bacon potatoes, zucchini pancakes (yay, the kids liked them!), corn on the cob & cinnamon apples. Yes, I made it all myself "from scratch". [From starch, maybe...yes, it was a bit of a starchy meal, but it was so good.] I'm trying to do more of that, lately, because I'm tired of eating out of a box. I made a similar meal for a lady from church who has two boys 3 and under, and is pregnant with twins...and is on complete bedrest. Ah, I remember those days...and I had no other children at that time, so I don't know how she's dealing with her two boys. She's worried for the twins, that they'll have to go to the NICU. I remember those days, too. She's far enough along that even if they do, it'll be a short stay. Man, my baby fever is just crazy! Why do I still want one more? It makes no good sense at all. Perhaps I should go visit her in another two months, when she has all the babies and is so tired she doesn't know what to do with herself. And her poor belly...the physical carrying of the two little bodies, I can tell, would be torturous. Even one is, towards the end. I can't imagine the stretch marks she'll earn. On the other hand, if a baby brings much joy to a family, twice that with two. I just wish I could be at peace with "only" having three, plus one with wings.
I also made pico de gallo, which is probably inedible, for all the jalapenos I put in it. I ate the crap out of that stuff while I was in Mexico...with the fresh guacamole and fresh tortilla chips. My wisdom tooth has recently been infected AGAIN, so I ought not eat any tortilla chips. So, the pico sits in my fridge, waiting for someone brave enough to eat it. G is not...he will not eat vegetables in salsa form unless they have been liquified. Tonight I am also making a white cake with peanut butter filling and chocolate frosting. I should probably farm that out to my sister and mother, so I won't be "forced" to eat it all.
I think one of our goldfish is dying. I expect to find him floating in the near future, as he's not swimming quite right these days. We also have an aggressor, which G insists we should flush. He is pretty mean. Who knew a goldfish would be so territorial, or whatever his problem is?
I took Cam shopping for her school stuff this evening. I can't believe it's so close. Next week, we are on vacation, thank God. Then it's back to school, already! I'm SO not ready to resume waking up at 6:30am. Then we'll have Collin's party, and then I have to have my wisdom teeth removed. I'm so anxious about it I could turn inside out. I'd rather have five more labors & deliveries. Honestly, I'd rather have any other kind of surgery. I think the greatest fear is being awake for the whole thing. I really don't care to be traumatized in that fashion.
Update...the poor fishy is dead. Now there are three. Even though he was a carnival fish, I'm sad to see him go. Nobody likes the final flush. The cake was good, but very rich. I'm thinking it will be better once it has been refrigerated...I'm weird, I like cold cake (as long as the chilling doesn't dry it out). I guess it's good that it's rich...that will prompt me to eat smaller portions of it. I'm still going to give some to whoever stops by my house in the next couple of days. :)

Archives-July Outings & Traditions 8/1/2007

August 1, 2007

So, I'm a little bitter that I didn't get to see Pete Yorn & Guster last night at Wolftrap. *sigh* However, we did attend the 100th year of the Glen Burnie Carnival. Excuse me, the Big Glen Burnie Carnival...because, well, you know, that's tradition around here. It's all still there: the same games, "corn bingo", the rickety old Zipper, the Tilt-A-Hurl. And of course, the trip wouldn't be complete without a souvenir GB Carnival plastic cup to put in my kitchen cabinet. We ate the $7.50 pizza (you know, for a whole pizza) and the $1 french fries. I even had the 2oz crabcake, which is barely large enough to cover a Saltine...just because I had to see what that was like. It wasn't bad, for carnival food. Nothing like my crabcakes, of course, but decent $2.50 food. Anyway, the kids enjoyed the crap out of it, and it was actually a nice evening-not too hot, breezy, and best of all, not too crowded. It's always like homecoming, going there...I always see people I went to school with or whatever. The kids want to go back on Thursday, because we didn't get to do half the things we wanted to do. It's considerably more expensive, now that I have three children...even though each ride still costs $1 and the games are cheap. G and I decided that corn bingo is probably the most lucrative business there. You can play three cards at a time for $1, and it takes, what, 5 minutes for someone to call bingo? The corn markers cost nothing, and they've been using the same cards for probably 50 years. Not to mention that you don't have to stand in line to do it. We also agreed with the bingo guy that there should be beer (and wine, of course) sold at the bingo stand. On the other hand, the GB carnival attracts enough of Glen Burnie's finest as it is, without the addition of alcohol.
We also recently went to Artscape, which was fun, but we got there late. Man, did it bring back memories!!! The smells, well, you know, after the nasty Bourbon Street-esque smells, were devine. All those foods, and I couldn't wait to eat. About a block away, I smelled the jerk chicken, which I am a sucker for. I immediately decided that while it would be hard to choose if I really looked around, jerk chicken was what I wanted. It was to be served with red beans & rice (the Jamaican style, not the New Orleans style) and sauteed cabbage/veggies. My mouth was literally watering, and I was starving. I stood in that line for no less than 45 minutes, I'm not kidding. It may have been an hour. I kept looking to see if they were actually slaughtering chickens and cleaning them out of the back of their truck. Little did I know, their jerk chicken is marinated, grilled, taken off the grill to be seasoned and cut up, returned to the grill, then removed and re-seasoned and re-grilled again. G had time to find his food, get drinks, and feed the boys while Cameron and I stood there, sweating to death and shifting our weight from one foot to the other. We listened to the real Jamaican ladies in front of us, colorfully insulting the catering staff in their sing-songy accents. Finally we got our food, and it was darn good, but not worth the wait and the frickin' $12 I spent on it.
Then there were the mojitos, which I was really excited to find. I asked G to get one for me, and he brought it back, commenting on drinking a salad. Yes, there was real mint in it. Too bad there was no real rum in it. Needless to say, I promptly switch to Zima. At least, per the bottle, there's 5% alcohol by volume in that, right?
No really good bands played this year (well, none on the day I was there). I saw a band, I think it was called Fools and Horses, which also played with Cowboy Mouth a few weeks ago. They were ok. I even recognized one of their songs.
I did see some good art, but it's kinda hard to get close to the stalls, what with that big honkin' double stroller I have and all. It's also weird to see my generation, including artsy people, with children in tow. Next year I hope to see some more, maybe even buy something good. G and I saw some lamps that we liked, which he assured me he could easily make. We'll see if he does. Heck, maybe it will be us in one of those stalls next year. Or maybe I'll apply for a temporary liquor license and sell real mojitos. Or jerk chicken without the 40 minute wait. Or maybe I'll just go early and stay late, and have more fun.
I can't believe it's August already. Enjoy your last month of summer!

Archives-A Piece of Paper 7/16/2007

July 16, 2007

Nine years later, I finally have it. No, I'm not talking about my degree. In 1998, my first baby died. He was stillborn when I was eight months pregnant. Today, I received his death certificate, or in my eyes, acknowledgment from the state that he existed. I don't expect y'all to understand, but it was important to me. I barely understand it myself, except that I have learned there is no right and wrong, when it comes to grief and the love of a child. It's something I fought for--I researched, I wrote letters to legislators. See, until very recently, Maryland found it unnecessary to provide ill-fated parents with a birth certificate, death certificate, or any other legal acknowledgment of their dead babies. In the eyes of most government, social, and even some regligious entities, those babies simply never existed...and that's unacceptable to me. I assure you he did exist. I held him in my arms. He was beautiful, with dark eyes and hair. He was otherwise a perfect, normal baby-just one that did not survive his mother's body. I counted his fingers and toes and compared his features to mine and my husband's, just like other parents. I was still proud of him. His birth was still an accomplishment for me, albeit a devastating one. I had prepared for him-I had clothing, a carseat and stroller and a bed, toys...I still had hopes and dreams for him, and the love and longing for him was no different than that of any other parent simply because he had died. Not to mention that I felt him within my body for how many months? I assure you he existed. So why should it be that he mattered to no one else but me? It's bad enough that organizations focus solely on diseases like SIDS, which don't get me wrong, is horrific...but it kills about 2,100 babies per year in our country. Stillbirth, on the other hand, kills 26,000. Stillbirth is almost always swept under the rug--and why should it be? All our babies matter. My baby matters. He's forever in my heart and on my mind, and I'm glad I got to have him, even for that tiny while.
"Brief is life, but love is long." --Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Archives-Midnight Musings July 13, 2007

July 13, 2007

How can it be Saturday again already? I am so sick of working every single weekend--working Friday night, and then right back in on Saturday morning. Now, I really shouldn't complain, because I only work *outside the home* for about 15 hours (three days) per week. However, I do have a full-time job here at home. G thinks it's all cake, how I go on walks at the park, take "field trips" to petting zoos, etc. I was pretty sure he got a taste of what it's really like while I was in Mexico. Anyway, it just seems like the summer is flying by at an alarming rate. One more month, and the kids will be getting ready to go back to school. One more month, and I'll be back to getting up early every day. Kinda makes homeschooling sound like an attractive option.
So, Matt & Christi are moving in a couple of days. I still can't believe they're going. The older I get, the more I cherish my friends and family, and therefore do not wish to be far away from them. In fact, I'd really hate to move somewhere brand new and start all over again without anyone at all. I think G's going to be really depressed when his best friend is gone. On the other hand, I might be able to get him to spend more time with me!
We took the pacifier away from the baby. He breaks my heart, asking for it. He's really a more babyish boy than the other two were at this age. I just don't know how I'm going to console him while we're out...it's so convenient to pop in the paci when he's fussing in the dr's office or whatever. Seems like the other two, we could reason with a little more than him. I'm waiting for Terrible Two-style tantrums to ensue. I guess it's better in the long run, but I'm of the opinion that no one goes to college-or even elementary school-with one, so it's not that big a deal to me...especially when they only have it at bed time. G was more interested in taking it away from him than I was.
I just received notification about my (ahem) 15 year reunion. Um, that's a little bit scary!!! First of all, it's at La Fontaine Bleu (blech). They said, 'I know, but it was the cheapest thing around'. Secondly, I'm not sure anyone from my little (and I do mean little) group of friends will be there. There are a few people I would like to see, but that's about it. What do you think? Did you go to yours? Would you go?
So, tomorrow we're having a fire to send Matt & Christi off. I'm only expecting a handful of people, but it should be fun (if I can stay awake!). I have a habit of staying up too late on Friday, getting up early on Saturday, having a couple of drinks and then passing out sitting up. It's rather embarrassing, really. I will try to stay awake, at least for the majority of the evening. Hey, at least if I pass out, then I don't have to clean up, right?

Archives-Hot in the City 7/9/2007

July 9, 2007

So, yesterday we went to the zoo, as G's place of employment had their regional picnic there. It was so very, very hot. While we were sitting beneath a tent, which was in the shade of those huge old trees, and the breeze was blowing, and we were not moving a muscle, it wasn't too bad. Otherwise it was pretty relentless. I'm pretty sure Baltimore City was 10 degrees hotter than my home here in the 'burbs. We missed some of the animals, at least I think we did...but it was so hot (and we'd had enough fun) that I really didn't care when 4:00 came. I miss the old Baltimore Zoo with the victorian iron cages and quaint feel. I understand that it's now on lease to the state, so it's now the Maryland Zoo at Baltimore, and the state has invested millions in the overhaul and upgrade of the zoo, creating habitats rather than just cages. That's a nice idea for the well-being of the animals, but I do miss the cages. Let's face it, a zoo is hardly animal friendly. They're still wild animals, taken out of their natural habitats and kept in captivity unnaturally. Some are born there, yes, but still...I just miss the cages.
Anyway...we stopped by my mom's on the way home and ate more cookout food, which was so fabulous. We went swimming and had more mojitos. I think that because I was so dehydrated from the 100-degree heat, the mojitos really packed a punch. I only had three, but it felt like six. Then we went cruisin'. I drove the Bus (as in, VW, 1973) with the boys, and G drove the Karmann Ghia with Cam. My stepfather & mom drove his '64 Fairlane, and we all went to Bruster's for ice cream. I was a good girl and got the [slightly better for you] frozen yogurt, but caved and got the peanut butter & hot fudge toppings. That has to be my favorite thing in the world. I don't know if I'll ever get used to the European pedals in the Bus, which push straight down instead of back. G joked that I nearly ran him down, coming up the driveway. G converted that Bus from automatic to manual, God knows why...and the gears have been ever elusive. Not to mention that reverse is down-left-back. That and the need to toe-heel it, so that it won't stall at low speeds (so that you can have feet on clutch, brake and gas all at the same time), and the "Volkswagen supplemental braking system"...which is the chock you put behind the tires to keep it in the driveway. We thought it was strong enough to stay, at one point, until the across-the-street neighbor came over to tell us that she had rolled down the drive and across the road to his house, possibly into oncoming traffic. She is Herbie's big brother, you know.
Well, time to see about building another lasagna. I don't feel like making my own sauce this time, nor do I have the time. I do, however, feel like making fresh garlic bread. Mmmm.
Have a good week.

Archives-Happy Independence Day 7/5/2007

July 5, 2007

Ok, so I'm a day late. Yesterday G wasn't into the family thing--nothing stands in the way of volleyball, you know--so I went to my mom's with Ang. His volleyball people had a cookout at Hillsmere beach, which would be nice if I wouldn't be "alone" there. He seemed kind of offended that I didn't want to go...but he would have ignored the lot of us, except for the five minutes every couple hours that it would take him to inhale a hot dog. So, what difference would it make if I was there or not? It would have been me, hanging with the kids all day with no help and not much fun of my own. So...Mom's sounded like more fun. Her pool was frigid, so we sat around drinking mojitos while the kids jumped in and out of the baby pool a thousand times. Mom made burgers, and Ang made teriyaki and jerk (not together) chicken. I love me some jerk chicken. The tomatoes and corn and chipotle pasta salad were so good, too. And then the rain came, so we put on Cars and the kids assumed the position in front of the tv. Collin passed out and missed dinner entirely. G came along eventually, and we hemmed and hawed about going to see fireworks. It wasn't exactly an ideal night for viewing them, what with the storms and muggy-buggy dampness. At the last minute, we decided to go to our favorite viewing spot, which is the former Annapolis Overlook (now the WWII Memorial). Well, apparently the rain wasn't keeping anyone away, because we had to park way down the road and walk down the hill to see the fireworks, which had already started. We probably walked for 10 minutes (ok, maybe five to seven, but it sure felt like it). I was wearing uncomfortable sandals, I had to pee, and I was carrying the sleeping 27lb Booah, and G kept asking me why I couldn't walk any faster. SIGH. I'm old and fat, and aerobically challenged, that's why. Anyway, we got there and saw about 3 minutes of fireworks before the grande finale, and that was it...then had to trek back up the hill. I promised the kids a better fireworks experience next year, although they didn't seem too disappointed.
This weekend, my mom will have her annual 4th of July party, so thanks to my redneck relatives, there will be another fireworks display. They go all out. There will also be glow sticks, sparklers, and poppers. I miss childhood, I so used to look forward to those things every year. Sunday we are doing the zoo, with G's place of employment. That should be fun. I wish they'd actually close the zoo to the public, so as to limit other visitors. It would be nice to avoid the crowds, since it's supposed to be ungodly hot. I remember one trip to New Orleans, we wanted to visit the Audubon zoo with our friends...we get there, it was 100 degrees with 100% humidity (as it usually is in New Orleans), and the frickin' zoo was closed. It was Bank of America day or something-some big company was having their employee even there. We kept saying, How can you close the zoo?! Well, I wish they would.
I took the kids bowling on Tuesday. That was fun, except when it was my turn, I would get up to the foul line, and the pin resetter thing would come down and sweep the pins...I'd turn around, and there was the baby, pushing the button over and over again...looking at me with that little impish smirk on his face. That, and it took ten whole minutes for the baby's ball to reach the pins, if it ever did. A couple of times we just gave up and I rolled another ball down to push the first one.
Time to go straighten the living room, after the little tornados that are my children! I hope you all had a nice 4th.

Archives-Ugh 6/26/2007

June 26, 2007

I just read a really great quote: "This whole global warming thing wouldn't be so bad if I looked better in a swimsuit". Amen.
So, I just had my first bad cavity. Apparently, I've only ever had baby cavities, and only two of them. This one was from hell. They had to stick me four times with the novacaine; then proceeded to drill until I was pretty sure the entire tooth was gone. And, after filling and filling, she sweetly told me that root canal is still a possibility for the future. I'm pretty sure I don't ever want to do that. And I'm pretty sure that I do not want to be awake for the extraction of my wisdom teeth, which I told G. He promptly told me it's too expensive for me to be put under. Considering the thousands we have already spent on his teeth, I don't see where he gets a say-so. Why, oh why, did I not have those little suckers removed when I was much younger? When I had time, and before the roots were long, before it was going to be a huge, ridiculous ordeal? The dentist told me I should have babysitting arranged for a week after. G is sure that I don't need more than the day of. So, I see no option besides keeping those teeth in my mouth.
I've been very, very stressed lately. For some reason, that makes G want to ignore me more, and help less. Then he'll turn it around and blame it on me, saying I didn't appreciate the help he did give, or I expected too much, or whatever. Don't get me wrong, he's not always bad, but I'm telling you that every time in my life that I have truly needed him, he has let me down. What does that do to a person? What does it say to me? It sucks.
On a lighter note, we're just home from G's grandmother's house. Her un-airconditioned house. Mind you, she has air conditioning, but she refuses to turn it on because she's scared her utility bill will be too high. For God's sake, at least set the thing on 85! I don't know how she can live like that. Of course, she is from the Philippines, so heat is part of her nature, and she is older, so she probably likes it a little on the warm side, but good grief. It must have been 90 degrees in there, and yes, it was cooler outside. Makes me want to smack someone at BGE. She's having a party this weekend, and expecting many guests. You can bet I'll be sneaking over to the thermostat before they arrive :) Speaking of BGE, they called to say that my meter is not scanning properly, and can I please turn off all "sensitive" electronics from 8am to 4pm on the day they'll be here. Give me a break. What am I supposed to do, stare at the wall all day? As much as I pay them per month, they can at least knock on the door and let me know when they get here. Hmph.

Archives-Dr. Mom 6/8/2007

June 8, 2007

I'm feeling the strains of motherhood/wifehood lately. I feel like I'm being pulled in about 19 different directions, and I'm, well, overextended. And tired, irritated, bored, and lonely. One more week left of school, and I'll have my daughter all day long, too. On her own, she is great. On his own, the middle boy is great. Put them together, and strife is bound to ensue. Add the little man, who's lately fond of hitting, pushing, biting, and spitting, and everyone's having a great time.
Speaking of the little man, he's sick. It started with a cold, which he had for about a week, then spiked a fever. In my professional mom experience, that means something is now infected with bacteria...ears, lungs, throat. Only, none of those things is "showing anything yet", as the doctor put it. That means, no medicine. That means, miserable baby. I'm supposed to give him ibuprofen and Tylenol, around the clock (has to be both, or the fever stays up) until Saturday, when being seen by the doctor is warranted again. Now, if he really has no infection come tomorrow morning, I will insert my foot into my mouth and commence chewing, but I'll also be completely surprised. My dearest G will have to take him to the dr, since I'll be at work...and pay another $15 copay...only to be told what I'm sure is true (something is infected). And then the doctor will finally give us the Pink Stuff. Until then, we have to deal with hours of screaming, like last night (*SIGH*). This is when I wish I lived in Mexico, so I could just go to the pharmacy and buy the Pink Stuff my own self.
We went to see a favorite New Orleans band, the Iguanas, the other night. They were really good, as always, but we were sad to see that the one sax player/singer Derek Huston is gone from the band. What makes it worse, he's the one who has recognized us each time we have seen them. He is replaced by a young kid with lots of hair who plays a mean trumpet...but he's no Derek. In a couple of weeks, we will go see Cowboy Mouth. I'm hoping all those guys are still the same, because they put on a great show. I guess all the NOLA bands must all be on tour now...it IS getting hot down there, after all. Not as hot as here, today, though...97 degrees, what the heck is that? And me with my air conditioner in my car barely functioning. I'm not kidding, I can't tell whether the air it's putting out is any bit cool, or just slightly less hot than the stifling inferno of the rest of the car. A minivan is looking better and better. Guess I'd better go take my walk now, before I melt in the afternoon sun.

Archives- Summer Colds, Vacations and Birthdays 6/1/2007

June 1, 2007

I'm sick as hell again. I hate a summer cold. I'm debating on calling out of work today, because I can't breathe, I'm coughing and sneezing, and I have no voice. What the heck is the use in trying to help people and communicate with them, when all you can do is sneeze on them?
My baby turned two last weekend. He was extra cute at his party, and didn't even have a typical two-year-old-tantrum. I can't believe he's already two. He started asking questions (just three-word phrases), and he chatters non-stop, repeating everything I say like a little mynah bird. He still has the longest eye lashes I have ever seen.
Mexico was wonderful. I want to go back. The food was great, the unlimited beverages were so nice (although we did have to ask for Bacardi or Cuervo; otherwise we got the rail crap). We learned some new drinks-tequila boom-boom, Scooby Doo, Isla de Coco. It was absolutely beautiful...calm, crystal blue waters to sea kayak in, lush landscaping to stroll through, gorgeous weather. We visited the Mayan ruins at Tulum, which is also right on the Caribbean. That was stunning and our tour guide Pepe was very interesting, for history nerds like me. We also visited Xel-Ha, a (natural) ecological water park, where we snorkeled, saw cenotes (caves with rivers running through), animals, and more scenery. Drinks and food were included there, too, although I forgot to request Bacardi in 4 of my pina coladas, and got virgin ones. There's a good 1000 calories, wasted.
It was so nice to be there, in paradise, and not have to worry about my kids, but I must admit that I missed them horribly. It was so cool to be able to drink all day long, not have to worry about driving anywhere, not have to worry, period. But I missed sharing my experience with G. I wrote a million postcards, explaining everything I had done and seen (and they have yet to arrive...I expect to see Pedro riding up on his burro with them any day now). During the day, I felt as though I could stay another month...but at night, I would be lonely for my family.
Anyway, we enjoyed nightly "shows". One was a latino dance production which rivaled Dancing With the Stars. It was really good, honestly! The other one was hours of Queen videos, which I wanted to run screaming from. I'm not a fan of Freddie Mercury, I can't even stand to look at him. Another was Italian night (which we figured out after 5-10 minutes of not understanding a thing), during which they had a rewards ceremony for karaoke (which we missed), and an Italian improv. Hey, it was free. Sometimes I felt like I was at the Shelldrake from Dirty Dancing.
The people there were so friendly and eager to please. We met a couple of cool bartenders and servers-Ives, Ruben, and Belisario. My sister and I had a blast; I'm really glad that she went with us. It wouldn't have been the same without her.
Anyway, back to the old grind. I made a batch of yogurt last night, and colored it blue because my children like the artificial crap. Well, the food coloring must not have agreed with the cultures, because it was this nasty, grey-ish, separated mess this morning (so I immediately dumped all 42oz of it down the drain). I tried again this morning, this time with plain, white, vanilla. I'm going to attempt to build a lasagna completely from scratch (ok, so I'm not making the pasta) in a few minutes. The baby has learned that he is strong enough to lift the toilet lid with one hand, and empty the wastebasket into the toilet with the other. Last night, after my middle son's bath, he asked me about the part under his penis-why it has that kind of skin, why there's stuff that you can move around in there, etc. I explained to him what they were, and gave my husband's explanation of balls...God had a little extra elbow skin left over, so he put some down there. My husband says it helps you run faster. Ah, it's good to be home.

Archives-Appliances & Outings 5/13/2007

May 13, 2007

Happy Mothers' Day to all you mamas!
We have a new resident in the living room. Yep, our big ol' dinosaur tv has been retired. We actually downgraded and upgraded at the same time. We're going from a 52" to a 40", but we're going from a projection to a flat panel. On the wall. For those of y'all who have been in my living room, y'all know the only thing we need 52" of is extra room. I feel a little sad about the money we spent, but it's always nice to have something new. Something that works, and is nice.
G had an itinerary all planned out for us last night. He portrayed it as being a nice outing for the two of us...with stops at City Dock for coffee, Outback for dinner, and Bruster's for dessert. But don't be fooled, babies, he really just tried to squeeze in as much cruising on his motorcycle as possible. We had a gift certificate to Outback, which I forgot...you know, because I didn't have my purse, being on the motorcycle and all. We ended up having dinner at Pusser's, right on the dock, which was lovely. The drinks were great, the food was quite tasty. And then the clouds rolled in. It got windier and darker, and we hoped it would blow over. Then we decided we'd better eat. Fast. We hurried through our dinner and cruised out of town. We made it only to Arnold before it started dumping, and we ended up seeking refuge at the BP on Jones Station Rd for half an hour or so. We finally decided to brave it, after the rain slowed quite a bit, and headed back to G's cousin's (who graciously watched our children). Of course then I got to drive my truck, but G was stuck driving home again on his motorcycle, and it started dumping again. Good times!
So Father's Day? Yeah, I'm going to get a massage. Because tonight, instead of kicking back and relaxing, watching the Survivor Finale...I got to bathe the kids, feed the picky ones dinner (you know, since they couldn't eat at the cookout), and put them to bed. While G was off riding his motorcycle with Jason. Hmph.
Four more days till Mexico! We all finally have our passports, and now I'm anxious. Tomorrow I begin the packing. I cannot get my brain around the fact that I will be there in four days. I hope G and the kids will not level the house while I am gone.

Archives-Old Wounds 5/11/2007

May 11, 2007

My baby Jacob would be nine years old today. I cannot believe it's been nine years. Nine years of missing the baby I never got to know, of wondering why me? I know, I know...everything happens for a reason. And losing him made me who I am today, but man.
I'll be sure to give my other babies extra kisses and hugs today.
"Brief is life, but love is long." -Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Archives-Same Old Same Old 5/5/2007

May 5, 2007

Well, the peace of a vacation never seems to last long. G even commented on how much more relaxed we were when dealing with our children, etc. My daughter has been driving me crazy lately. I mean, I don't know what to do with her! She is defiant, lazy, disregards everything I say, etc., etc. I know, I know, that's her job...but I didn't raise her to be this way! And she's not even a teenager yet. I don't know what I'm doing wrong, and every time I look at her, I remember the sweet angel she used to be, and I just feel that I have failed. And I think, my God, I have to go through this again, two times over.
Our big screen tv died. It is truly a dinosaur, and is still taking up [plenty of] real estate in the living room. It's one of those giants that is built into a huge wooden cabinet. We probably have some vehicles that weigh less than this thing, and I'm quite sure I don't know how they ever got it up our front steps. Anyway, it's got to go. A few months ago, it crapped out in this same fashion (I don't claim to know what's wrong with it), and G mended it. I am wondering if he could do it again, and it would hold out long enough to get $100 for the thing or something. So anyway, we're going to have to get a new tv. I wanted a flat panel, hung on the wall, but G rationalized that due to us also having a Fios box, home theatre, etc...all that will still need some place to live. So it makes sense to get one of the DLPs, instead (and save some money in the process). That's fine with me. But I'm still not keen to get rid of a grand.
On the other hand, G is up for a promotion. I think he's a shoo-in; now it's just about the numbers. He stands to get the break he's been working so hard for, and I really hope he does, for many reasons. One, he deserves it. Many a family event he spent behind a laptop or on a call. Many times he worked from home, worked late, whatever. He's been diligent and focused and has never once missed a beat since he started. Not to mention that the financial side of it would obviously be very nice. Especially since everyone in the family is now in the market for a new minivan (can you hear my sigh?). His raise, if he gets the projected amount, would almost equal my annual salary, so although I don't plan on leaving the work force, the thought has crossed my mind. I'd probably only be shooting myself in the foot, though, really. I'm well compensated for what I do. I have a good amount of tenure. I have a pension AND a 401k, for God's sake. If I left the work force now, despite benefits to my family, it would probably make it much more difficult for me to rejoin the work force later. And I might go crazy, being home even MORE.
I'm looking forward to our fire tonight. Viva el Cinco de Mayo. Or something like that.

Archives-I'm Back! 5/3/2007

May 3, 2007

So, Florida, for the most part, was great. I really enjoyed spending time with my family. And my mother-in-law (hereafter referred to as MIL) was actually pretty tolerable. There were a couple of times where she got way past crocked, but it was ok.
The flight there was great--everything went smoothly, the children were great, etc. We even received comments from others about how good our children were. We rented a mini-van, and there has been mutiny in my family-every one of them now insists that I abandon my beloved truck and get a minivan. I must admit, it was a little nice. They're uglier than crap, and I hate the stigma associated with them, but this minivan was cool for the staggered, stow-and-go seating, the rear heat and air, and the Sirius satellite radio. I do feel the pull of the minivan. And to be quite honest, I'd like to have something newer...my truck is starting to worry me. It has nearly 150k miles and is 10 years old now...which means the transmission is probably not healthy any more, and I KNOW that it needs a tuneup ASAP...who knows what else.
Anyway, the flight home was not so great. G took the older two to the bathroom, and while they were in there, they called pre-boarding. Then boarding A, B, and C. Finally, when they called final boarding, here they come. I was nearly in a panic. Of course we didn't get to sit together, and other travelers had to be bribed with alcohol to move so that I could sit with my children. The baby was a crazy person on the way home, and I could not wait to get on the ground. You can bet that I said yes, when the flight attendant asked if I wanted a drink...a couple of times! Not to mention the two margaritas I had in the Tampa airport.
While in FL, we had a lot of fun. We went by boat to a nearby island in the gulf where there were plenty of shells and space for the kids to run in the surf...and the waves are gentle enough that they don't get knocked down. We visited the fishing/shopping/Greek village of Tarpon Springs. That was ok, but I've been there before and really don't need any more sponges, thank you. However, I did manage to still drop $50 at a shell shop.
We barbecued, ate drank, swam in the pool...found a great coffee shop called Insomniacs...and, unfortunately, took my MIL's advice as to which bar to check out. It was good for people watching, at least. Old-people watching! My littlest son emptied all the rocks out of MIL's plants...into her pool! The middle son learned to swim a little. We took the babies to Disney, which was fun, but a little disorganized. We didn't get as much done there as we would have liked. And of course, that was the hottest day. And my poor red-haired daughter, despite the hat and slathering 50 SPF sunblock on her every half an hour...she still managed to get burned.
Two weeks till Mexico. And my passport finally came while I was gone!!! My mom and sister still don't have theirs, though *sigh*. I can't believe it's only two weeks. I'm sad to leave my babies and my honey, especially after all the fun we just had together. But man, I can't wait.
Anyone up for a fire for Cinco de Mayo?

Archives-Sick Sucks 4/11/2007

April 11, 2007

That seems to be the general consensus lately, anyhow. I'm sick. My sister is sick. All of my kids are sick. MJ is sick-God bless her, it took over her entire vacation and then some. I was just reading that Janice is sick. The illness refuses to go away, as does winter, it seems. My poor flowers keep getting frost on them! And the tulips-poor things, they look like miniatures this year. Confounded, weird Maryland weather.In two weeks, I will be southbound, though, and not a moment too soon. How much do you want to bet, it will be miserable-hot down there, and I will be complaining about THAT the whole time. At least there will be a pool. And the Gulf of Mexico.And speaking of Mexico...there's my Mexico trip, fast approaching, if my frickin' passport ever comes. I so love the US government and its efficiency. I'm scared of Monteczuma's Revenge. For one thing, frozen drinks are a must. I'm told most resorts will use filtered water for their ice, so I don't plan on refusing them. Also, I'm a fan of fruits and veggies, which are supposed to be off-limits. Hmph. What good is going to a tropical area, if you can't eat tropical foods? I did read that you can soak them in treated water (ie: you go to the grocery and buy the water treatment stuff, then treat a sink full of water, then soak your fruit), but that seems kinda, well, inconvenient.Oh, and G has a new friend. Now, if that ain't some entertainment, I don't know what is. I bet you can't pick which one she is (heehee). All I can say is, I'm glad I'm not that cool. I mean, I'm sure she's a very nice person. Anyway. I need to stop chattering and go to bed. I hope you are well (at least, moreso than the rest of us)!

Archives-Finally! 3/13/2007

March 13, 2007

On Valentine's Day, G and I went to dinner. Because of the snow storm, couples stayed home, but we fared well in the Jeep. So well, in fact, that we were done in record time. That's pretty unheard of at Seaside, the 'Burn's premier seafood restaurant. Anyway, we proceeded to Target, bought a travel Scrabble, and headed for Starbucks for some adult game time. We have been playing frequently ever since. And he's been beating me...ever since. He's had a few stunners, but I'm generally better at the words, hands down. However, strategically, he's much better. He will play a word for location every time...and he stalks the Triple Word Scores like nobody's business. Tonight, his luck has changed. I won, finally, I won! Since I was keeping score, and who knows when it will happen again, I have to let you know that it was 252 (a lucky number for me already) to 224. I'm sighing contentedly.The kiddies went from bad to worse, and $100 or so and an evening at Nighttime Pediatrics later, they're officially on the mend. I think. I asked for a gallon of "the pink stuff", and they thought I was kidding. They all three had strep. G even had an ear infection. Somehow (knock on wood), I was fine. I am fine. And it had better stay that way.I think we've finally narrowed it down-I think us girls are going to go to the Mayan Riviera. It's kind of a longer trip than we wanted-the flight is slightly longer, and the trip from the airport is kinda long, but it seems like a great deal. The price is pretty reasonable. I read every single review that Trip Advisor had to offer, and the resort is highly complemented and gorgeous. The area is full of cultural and scenic things to see and do, and I just might get to practice my [very] rusty Spanish. The only derogatory reviews were that the beds are firm (but I hear you can beg the front desk for a foam topper), and there is no drink service on the beach. I guess that's okay, because I can work off my pina coladas and margaritas by walking to get more. And I'll be sure to take a large, insulated cup so as not to have to use the resort's little four-ounce cups.We're also going to FL next month...and staying with the inlaws. That should be interesting, but I'm excited, none the less. My MIL very generously offered to pay for our flights, if we would pay for the rental car. Obviously, we did not refuse. G is convinced that once we rent the minivan, I will want to trade in my Tahoe. There is no chance, but I guess it would be nice to have seating for more than five. I can't wait to take boat rides on the Gulf and even take the kiddies to the biggest money pit on the planet (Disney World).I wore a t-shirt today, and my jonquils are blooming. There is light at the end of this tunnel called winter. All seems right in the world