Monthly Archives: November 2008

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All because two dorks fell in love

and maybe had one too many cocktails.

Then came the little dorkettes.

Thanksgiving was a success…oh it was brilliant i tell you. Mr. Fun prepared the turkey and it was YUMMY! I only wish i would have bought a bigger one because we didn’t have any left overs. All the kids ate the turkey and liked it. It was a Thanksgiving miracle. After we ate our feast we made our way outside to play. We even rode bikes after pumping up 6 tires that had been flat almost the whole summer. It was a good way to get our sillies out.


I will be honest, i was dreading this day. I am not a cook nor do i enjoy pretending to be a cook. Then there comes the clean up…i loathe it. BUT…i really enjoyed it. Mr. Fun and I hanging out in the kitchen with the children playing games in the living room was almost like a modern day leave it to beaver.We all know the truth though. Ward and June could never pull this look off….

We hope you all had a great holiday full of love and memories.

Happy Thanksgiving

I am cooking tomorrow….just a warning of a post to come. Never cooked a turkey before. Have no idea what i am doing in the kitchen. This will be interesting to say the least.

Hope everyone has a great Thanksgiving.

I hope my Canadian friends have a great Thursday. Go ahead Roberta, make that turkey ;)

Hoping the domino effect decides to exit left.

I turned the TV off after watching NCIS, climbed back in bed. My mind started racing, it was clearly too early for me to be in bed. It was just before 11 PM. So I tossed and turned, nudged Mr. Fun from his snoring slumber a couple times. I finally started to relax taking one last peek at the clock, it read 11:40. I heard someone peeing in the hallway, so i thought. I know my mind went to peeing because earlier T had sat on top of the closed toilet seat and started peeing as he started screaming realizing what was happening.That was fun to clean up and try to get him to stop screaming as the direct tv guy was most likely thinking our house was the crazy house.It’s all good though because all our HD channels work again. I sat up and looked out my bedroom door and down the hall. I could make out a faint outline of a small child so i knew it wasn’t JJ. I yelled, what are you doing? Are you peeing in the hallway. My eyes had adjusted enough to see the hair was clearly Wy’s hair. Just as my eyes were adjusting i heard the dreaded three words…. I THREW UP!
Mr. Fun and i jumped up, he had bath duty and i got the pleasure of cleaning up the puke off floor and starting a load of laundry. We finally got Wy settled back down on the coach surrounded with towels and a bowl. I wasn’t in bed 10 minutes when i heard the pitter patter of two small feet running on the tile down the hall. T climbed in our bed proclaiming he wasn’t tired. Really kid, you have to be joking because i am so tired.
I finally got him settled in bed and it was now close to one. Sleep was pretty much null for me the rest of the night. My mommy ears were on full alert. Every movement T or Wy made, i heard. I would listen until they were silent again.
Wy is home today but seems fine. I decided to keep him home because of that rule of no puking for 24 hours. He also didn’t finish his breakfast this morning which is totally unheard of.
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE don’t let anyone else get this.

It was one of those days…

The kind where you soak up the now, the present. You live for the moment. You forget the tomorrow or the yesterday. Heck, even the 30 minutes ago when you were begging for peace, silence… anything but fighting and whining while you were willing that shoe to appear from the heavens.

You enjoy your children for who they are today and not worry about what they will become. Today is good enough, tomorrow can wait.

It’s the kind of day you see your kids doing their own little things. The things you know you will forget as they grow so you soak them up, you lock them away and you snap a picture….


The littleness of their hands,their lips, the eyes that smile when they smile. I soaked it up today all the while cheering G on. Today was his last game of the season. He played hard like always. That’s him on third, #3. Always ready……..

After the game we had pizza and the coach handed out trophies. No matter what the coach has to say about G after every season it always warms my heart and brings a smile to my face.

DID YOU KNOW?

Mr. Tim McGraw is hosting SNL tomorrow? Did you know? Did you? HUH?
Tim gave me his beer once. YES HE DID!!! I remember that night so vividly still. The year however is iffy, i really don’t remember. i do remember that i had two kids at the time. G was a baby, i think he was walking so i am going to say the year was 2001. I was still wearing mom jeans even though i was only in my early twenties, what was i thinking?
Mr. Fun got his hands on two tickets,front row center ticket!! YAHOO!! This was before ebay was a scam and before concert tickets went for stupid amounts of money+your first born.
This was back when Kenny was opening for Tim…BONUS!!!
There i was so close to the stage, feeling the music, singing the music, loving the music. The concert of course didn’t last long enough. Some meaningless dude came onto the stage and hands Tim a budlight, Tim takes a drink, the crowd starts screaming because they all knew what was going to happen. They all knew Tim would pick someone in the crowd to give the rest of his beer to. i never and i mean NEVER thought he would pick me. i wasn’t even screaming for it, i believe i was staring at him. That is when he pointed to me, i looked behind me and that is when Mr. Fun pushed me forward. HE HANDED ME HIS BEER!!! ME!!! I was so shocked….like mouth hanging open shocked. This is when i heard someone yell….”aren’t you going to drink it?” well, i wasn’t planning on it..beer is not my thing. i like the fruity drinks. As this thought was processing i chugged that beer and it tasted so yummy. That was my first beer and my last, unless of course Tim OR Kenny want to share a beer again.

Do you ever wonder?

how many other people have your name? i wondered after watching CSI NY! Which by the way doesn’t hold a candle to CSI. i still watch though, i am a TV junkie. i sit on the couch after the kids are in bed and watch mindless television forgetting all my own problems. it really is a wonderful relationship.
so back to wondering how many others have your name. i goggled my own name and i came up with a bunch of generic crap. very boring. i thought i might be able to find myself but nope, sho didn’t. however there are two more me’s on facebook. one resides in toronto and another in london. too bad me, the one that resides in phoenix is not google worthy. i then decided to google mr. fun, he has a much more interesting name. he even plays basketball. he also has a quotes page, who knew?
so go ahead and google your name…i’ll wait……
what did you find? anything interesting?

now back to my love of television. it stops when it comes to daytime television. i remember watching my soaps when JJ was a baby. a first time mom home all day watching soaps and eating bon bons. i stopped watching daytime tv when she was around 2. i am not sure why though, i lost interest. maybe i got too busy. my taste in television also changed. i would only watch sitcoms, now i rarely watch sitcoms and love shows such as criminal minds, numbers, csi, ncis and so on.

i thought it was tuesday

Instead it’s hump day…yeehaw!

Email News..
classmates.com says i have 41 signatures and must upgrade to see them. i guess i’ll never know who those 41 people are. i don’t think i had 41 friends in high school anyways. kashi says my free cookie is on the way. i am so excited, what is better than a free kashi cookie? not much. winning the lottery and moving to the beach would be better but i will have to settle for the free cookie. oprah has a fruitcake recipe to share with me, doesn’t she know i don’t bake? i wish i did and know i can but fruitcake would be the last think i would want to bake. this year i want to make treats with the kids. we skipped last year and i regret it. kohls has friends and family this weekend, an extra 15% off, anyone want a coupon? i got a few thousand on my island. i received an evite for moms night out. i may go for a drink, i may not. i want to go but who knows if i will. i am so the frumpy mom of the group. they are all so put together and i am lucky if i get a shower in and matching clothes on before i have to get T to preschool.

thanksgiving is starting to stress me out. another thing you should know about me, i don’t cook. i enjoy cooking but hate the clean up. so all the while i am cooking i am thinking about the clean up. i have never cooked a turkey and honestly, could go on living if i never have to. i want to order dinner every year and something prevents from doing so every year. this year, it’s going to be money preventing me from ordering a wonderful feast that we could eat off paper plates and forget about spending hours in the kitchen. i would rather be hiking,flying kites,watching football..screw the cooking and cleaning. we have never spent thanksgiving alone, someone always comes to town or we get invited somewhere. this year i want the family thanksgiving bought from the grocery store and eaten off paper plates.

shortly after thanksgiving i have a trip to NYC..i fly into long island though. southwest doesn’t fly into NYC, what crap is that? so i am starting to stress. my dreams are weird. last night i got lost, got on the wrong train. then i got into a cab with a rapist, that woke me up. i am so stressing about the whole trip. i am so excited to go though. what am i going to wear? i have nothing…i mean nothing for cold weather. i am going to assume flip flops can’t be worn in decemeber there. i don’t want to go buy clothes for the trip either because i will never wear them again. i am just hoping the snow stays away while i am there. i do not like the white crap..not even enough to visit without kids.

until next time…laundry calls but so does a nap…

Girlfriends…

They are so important… no matter how far apart you may live.

I didn’t always think this, now I know this. I had a great weekend with two of the greatest gals. We ate and drank our way through the weekend. I think I gained 10lbs but man it was worth it. A big thanks to my boys for giving up their room and a bigger thanks to my husband for putting up with us.

Steph, thanks for a delicious dinner. We had left overs tonight and it tasted even yummier.
Kel, thanks for not making me look bad for not helping ;-) we must stick together.

Can’t wait to see you again :)
You must remember though, I might have to put you on stain removal duty again, LOL!!!

No seriously… thank you to steph and kel for getting most of the ink off my couch cushions while i took care of T and his accident *rolleyes*

Shouldn’t be here Saturday

I have been cleaning since 8 am, its now 11:28, though the time stamp will say it’s much later. I finally sat down to eat. Two good friends are coming to visit. One from FL and the other from CT. I am so excited. These are times when I wish I didn’t live in a shoe box with 6 people crammed into it. The boys are getting the boot from their room so my friends can fight over who gets top bunk. The boys really don’t care for they get to have a camp out on the living room floor. I believe there will be ghost stories and pretend bears.
This morning I did take the time to whip up some chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast. Not because I wanted to but because that was all that was left in the house to eat. Add grocery run to the things I must do before 5PM!
T took it upon himself to tell us how you eat a chocolate chip cookie.

Make sure you take one bite at a time and get as much chocolate on your face and then kiss moms arm until she notices what you are doing…hahahaha…funny kid!!!

Okay i really shouldn’t be here. so much still to do. BUT it’s rare G wants his picture taken. Yesterday he came to me and said ” I have six eyes” …hardy harhar!!

Since I am on a roll and REALLY shouldn’t be here, my sandwich was gone long ago. T gets nothing but net as he manages to look like he’s got a little fairy move going on…. no wait.. it’s the new cool way you shoot the ball, it’s guaranteed to make it every time. ;-)

Rush Hour

I think the alarm Gods (what is it with me and Gods lately) were against us this morning.
I heard Mr. Fun roll over and say “oh crap” as he jumped out of bed. I rolled over opening my eyes as little as I could afraid of letting too much light in but to my surprise there was no light. The sky was still dark. After peeking a look at the clock reading 6:00 AM realizing Mr. Fun was late for work and I still had an hour to sleep I rolled back over. I was expecting there to be a warm body to snuggle somewhere in my bed. I wanted a sweet head to sniff and lock the smell of coconut or watermelon shampoo away in my memory for when they are big and smelly boys. I was disappointed though, no snuggles for this mom.
I did fall back to sleep after strange thoughts of getting up and being productive while the kids slept danced in my head. This is when I drifted into dreamland. The strangest dream. The UPS man (don’t go there you naughty readers) knocked on our door with a package. He said that he had to have a witness sign that I received the package. As I was telling him that only my three year old was home and the other kids were at school I noticed JJ walking down the street. The panic set in as I realized I had forgotten the boys at school. I told JJ to find my phone, it was ringing when she found it. G was on the other end telling me how mad at me he was forgetting him at school.
T crawled in my bed and I sort of woke up but didn’t open my eyes. I heard him whisper “hungry” in my ear. I asked if JJ was awake and he said no so I figured that meant I still had time to distract him and get another 10 minutes of sleep. I was SO wrong. JJ’s alarm didn’t go off. When I finally decided to open my eyes the clock said 7:25…WHAT??? NOWAY!!!
I jumped up, opening the boys blinds and throwing clothes at them. I turned JJ’s fan off, got cereal in bowls and coffee made.
We rushed around, I signed homework, tied shoes, made lunches, combed hairs and chugged coffee. We walked out the door just a couple minutes behind schedule at 8:20 and go to the school right before the first bell rang.

AJAXed with AWP