Thursday, February 27, 2014
I. Want. A. Trampoline!
Like RIGHT NOW!!! Days like today, you know, super nice weather, make me want to throw myself down on the ground like a small child and kick my feet and scream. I WANT A TRAMPOLINE!!!!!! Know anyone selling a used one? Call me!
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
The couch
I'm finally diving into the couch project. I started tearing it apart yesterday. I was feeling slightly jumpy about it because just last week I made the terrible mistake of reading this article:
http://abcnews.go.com/blogs/headlines/2013/12/michigan-woman-finds-python-in-secondhand-couch/
Sick.
Thankfully, I haven't found anything like this yet. I'm a lucky girl.
This couch is way more intricately put together than anything I've tackled before. I'm scared. Wish me luck. I'll put up pictures soon.
http://abcnews.go.com/blogs/headlines/2013/12/michigan-woman-finds-python-in-secondhand-couch/
Sick.
Thankfully, I haven't found anything like this yet. I'm a lucky girl.
This couch is way more intricately put together than anything I've tackled before. I'm scared. Wish me luck. I'll put up pictures soon.
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
We Miss You, Grandma Kay!
This post might be considered by some to be irreverent, but I think it was perfectly harmless and want to record it.
Sometimes I have random songs just pop into my head that I remember from my childhood. Yesterday was one of those days. You remember Michael Jackson singing Heal The World? If you don't remember it, then watch this quick video:
So I'm singing it "there are people dying......"
Phoebe and Samantha were concerned. "Why are people dying?"
"Because they don't have enough food. We're lucky we have so much food. Not everyone gets to eat all the yummy things we do."
Then Phoebe said very seriously "That's why Grandma Kay died. She didn't have enough food."
I tried to hide my laugh.
"Maybe." I said
"We should have shared our food with Grandma Kay" she said
Then she said the sweetest thing "I miss Grandma Kay."
Me too, Phoebe.
Me too.
Sometimes I have random songs just pop into my head that I remember from my childhood. Yesterday was one of those days. You remember Michael Jackson singing Heal The World? If you don't remember it, then watch this quick video:
So I'm singing it "there are people dying......"
Phoebe and Samantha were concerned. "Why are people dying?"
"Because they don't have enough food. We're lucky we have so much food. Not everyone gets to eat all the yummy things we do."
Then Phoebe said very seriously "That's why Grandma Kay died. She didn't have enough food."
I tried to hide my laugh.
"Maybe." I said
"We should have shared our food with Grandma Kay" she said
Then she said the sweetest thing "I miss Grandma Kay."
Me too, Phoebe.
Me too.
Monday, February 24, 2014
Carter
I finally took Carter in to get his four month shots. The problem is that he is five months. I think I truly may be going down the bad mom path.
He is still in 3-6month clothes. I've never had a child this small before. He weighs 15 pounds even-steven (20th percentile). He's also short. I can't remember his length, but I remember it's 30th percentile.
I guess all that wishing Trevor and I did for a small baby has payed off in all aspects. He was smaller at birth and has stayed small. Every single one of the other kids were in 90th percentile at every appointment.
He is still in 3-6month clothes. I've never had a child this small before. He weighs 15 pounds even-steven (20th percentile). He's also short. I can't remember his length, but I remember it's 30th percentile.
I guess all that wishing Trevor and I did for a small baby has payed off in all aspects. He was smaller at birth and has stayed small. Every single one of the other kids were in 90th percentile at every appointment.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Snooty Patooty
Apparently I am a snob. Yes. Me. Snobby.
We have looked at two houses for rent.
The first house was expensive. More than what we pay where we are currently living. I walked in with high expectations, only to find gross 1980s olive green carpet in the living room and even grosser brown 19-who-knows-how-old stretched out and bunched up carpet in the bedrooms. I couldn't put my finger on whatever the smell was that was accompanying the cigarette smell permeating the house. It had a lovely basement that was a maze of hallways and rooms. It was dark and had teeeeeeny tiny windows. The light switches and window edges had been sloppily painted in the years gone by, and even worse, the windows of the house were covered in plastic to keep the cold at bay. Not to mention the carpet. Nasty, nasty carpet everywhere.
I told Trevor NO WAY.
That is until the next day when we looked at a second house. We picked up the key from the property manager who just looked at us and smirked. We pulled up to the house. This was a meth house guys, no joke. One side of the garage door was hanging by the bottom hinge (the doors swung out). We walked inside. A pane of glass was missing from the front window. They had covered it with plastic and sealed the edges of the plastic with duck tape. The walls were disgusting. The house smelled of urine and cigarette smoke and something else which I would guess to be drugs of some kind? One of the bedroom doors had been kicked in and the latch was broken. Do I even need to talk about the carpet? The kitchen was falling apart. The basement, which boasted of two bedrooms, had no carpet; just cement floors. Also, graffiti on the walls. As we walked out of the house, we noticed the glass was missing from the front door and had been covered with a piece of plywood.
So what is wrong with me? Why did I pass on a perfectly good house? The first house, in retrospect, was a palace. We should have rented it! Agh. But I would have hated it! I am such a snob!
What to do.
What to do.
We have looked at two houses for rent.
The first house was expensive. More than what we pay where we are currently living. I walked in with high expectations, only to find gross 1980s olive green carpet in the living room and even grosser brown 19-who-knows-how-old stretched out and bunched up carpet in the bedrooms. I couldn't put my finger on whatever the smell was that was accompanying the cigarette smell permeating the house. It had a lovely basement that was a maze of hallways and rooms. It was dark and had teeeeeeny tiny windows. The light switches and window edges had been sloppily painted in the years gone by, and even worse, the windows of the house were covered in plastic to keep the cold at bay. Not to mention the carpet. Nasty, nasty carpet everywhere.
I told Trevor NO WAY.
That is until the next day when we looked at a second house. We picked up the key from the property manager who just looked at us and smirked. We pulled up to the house. This was a meth house guys, no joke. One side of the garage door was hanging by the bottom hinge (the doors swung out). We walked inside. A pane of glass was missing from the front window. They had covered it with plastic and sealed the edges of the plastic with duck tape. The walls were disgusting. The house smelled of urine and cigarette smoke and something else which I would guess to be drugs of some kind? One of the bedroom doors had been kicked in and the latch was broken. Do I even need to talk about the carpet? The kitchen was falling apart. The basement, which boasted of two bedrooms, had no carpet; just cement floors. Also, graffiti on the walls. As we walked out of the house, we noticed the glass was missing from the front door and had been covered with a piece of plywood.
So what is wrong with me? Why did I pass on a perfectly good house? The first house, in retrospect, was a palace. We should have rented it! Agh. But I would have hated it! I am such a snob!
What to do.
What to do.
Saturday, February 22, 2014
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Scavenging
Grouchy neighbor-lady and her daughter moved. The daughter left in a hurry because she and her husband were not paying their rent. I am not sure why the mom left too, but she did. Anyway, this could turn into a long story.
They texted my landlord an apology saying something like how sorry they were to leave in a hurry and leave the place a little messy.
So I walked next door to check it out. Picture this: trash everywhere, mixed in with some furniture, clothes, cleaning supplies, old pizza, small appliances. Stuff was everywhere. Oh yeah, and the cat room. gross. Two used litter boxes. By used I mean...you know.
Luckily my parents happened to be visiting. I grabbed my dad and we went to town. He is always up for scavenging.
Here is what we found: A swing, a suitcase, a nice over the door hook, two gas cans, a tool box, a dresser, two fishing poles, two baseball bats with a carrying case, an entry-way table, a roll of duck tape, two rolls of packing tape, a brand new cd called Saxaphone Christmas, a crock pot, a few rolls of embroidery floss and a brand new cd of 40s music.
I think that was it.
Score!
They texted my landlord an apology saying something like how sorry they were to leave in a hurry and leave the place a little messy.
So I walked next door to check it out. Picture this: trash everywhere, mixed in with some furniture, clothes, cleaning supplies, old pizza, small appliances. Stuff was everywhere. Oh yeah, and the cat room. gross. Two used litter boxes. By used I mean...you know.
Luckily my parents happened to be visiting. I grabbed my dad and we went to town. He is always up for scavenging.
Here is what we found: A swing, a suitcase, a nice over the door hook, two gas cans, a tool box, a dresser, two fishing poles, two baseball bats with a carrying case, an entry-way table, a roll of duck tape, two rolls of packing tape, a brand new cd called Saxaphone Christmas, a crock pot, a few rolls of embroidery floss and a brand new cd of 40s music.
I think that was it.
Score!
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Monday, February 17, 2014
Valentines, Shmalentines
I hate Valentines Day. I always loved it growing up, and dreamed of the wonderful Valentines Days I would have once I met "The One".
Ha!
Trevor hates Valentines Day. I mean REALLY REALLY hates it. When Trevor hates something, he will not budge. His opinion stands firm, never to be changed.
Trevor refuses to fall victim to Valentines Day. He gets angry at me if I do anything to celebrate it that involves him.
So, now I hate Valentines Day. I hate all the happy couples.
Not that we aren't a happy couple. But I'm not happy on Valentines Day.
So there.
Ha!
Trevor hates Valentines Day. I mean REALLY REALLY hates it. When Trevor hates something, he will not budge. His opinion stands firm, never to be changed.
Trevor refuses to fall victim to Valentines Day. He gets angry at me if I do anything to celebrate it that involves him.
So, now I hate Valentines Day. I hate all the happy couples.
Not that we aren't a happy couple. But I'm not happy on Valentines Day.
So there.
Friday, February 14, 2014
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I let my kids pose however they wanted and design their own valentines this year. Logan was being attacked by hearts in his picture. The kids in his class all made fun of him for his valentine. Honestly I really want to go to school with him and beat them all up for making him feel bad and embarrassed about it. Shame on them. Anyway, Happy Valentines Day!
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Newsy
The new job is going well.
We are all feeling swell.
Packing the house to move
(Hey guess what, the grouchy lady whose snow I shoveled? She moved!!!)
I can't think of a rhyme for move
Looking for a house to rent
But nothing worthy of a cent
Trevor stole my van and cell
I can't leave my house, I can't call the jail (actually I could, I have a land line)
Still waiting for the hospital bill
for Carter's birth. I'm gonna kill!
Can't file my taxes until I get
the final bill for all our debt.
Hasn't this rhyme been great?
awesome.
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Ariel and Spaghetti
We went out of town for a few days in between illnesses and stopped at the Spaghetti Factory for dinner. How cool is that place? You get free dessert!!!
Anyway, there was this guy that went around making balloon characters for the kids. He stopped at Phoebe and asked what she wanted. "surprise me" was what she told him. Then he made what I would consider the best balloon art figure I've ever, EVER seen in my whole life. I still laugh looking at her top. Of course, it's the Little Mermaid. (That was for my mom, because I'm sure she is wondering who it's supposed to be.)
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Monday, February 10, 2014
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Saturday, February 8, 2014
A Cautionary Tale; To Serve or Not to Serve
I have new neighbors. The dorky guy across the street got kicked out this past summer for not paying his rent. He had a different woman over there every night and I am sorry, but I don't get it. He was gross. He didn't look like he took very good care of himself. Ew.
So back to my story. An older lady moved into the duplex he had previously occupied. She has a yappy little dog. I've not ever introduced myself because we have had a lot of stuff going on since she moved in. Except one time we came home from grocery shopping, and we were unloading the car, and logan came running inside shouting about the "creepy lady" outside. And I went out to see what he was talking about, and it was the new neighbor lady with her yappy dog. She was getting her mail in her bathrobe and she looked really scary. I think it was because she had no makeup on and her hair was a rats nest. Plus, as I said, she was in her bathrobe. She just glared at us in our garage, or maybe she was squinting in the sunlight to see who we were. But it really did look like she was glaring.
I've always felt bad about Logan shouting that the neighbor was creepy. Plus, I swear, she looked old and decrepit. Like she could hardly walk. She was shuffling. I swear.
The past two days we have had tons and tons of snow. I decided it would be a good time to shovel the old lady's driveway. I went over there. This snow, by the way, was extremely wet and HEA-VY! So it took me a while to shovel the whole thing. Plus, my family is all sick, and I technically am sick too. As much as I would have liked the help, all of my family were in bed sick, so it was all me. As I am finishing and shoveling the sidewalk up to her door, a car pulled up to the other side of the duplex. The passengers were all staring at me. One lady got out and came walking over to me.
"Are you shoveling my walk?"
Thinking that she lived in the duplex next door, I didn't want her to think I was the neighborhood snow-shoveler. "um, if you live here in this duplex (motioning to the old lady's front door) then yes I am".
"Oh that's very kind of you, but I was just going to shovel my walk right now. I just bought a snow shovel" she said.
"um, you live here?" I asked
"yes. I live here, and my daughter lives in the duplex on the other side."
I did a double take. This lady did not look that old. Her hair was done. She wasn't shuffling.
"Well you can stop shoveling" she said
"um, I'm almost done. I only have two shovels left."
"Well, okay. But I can shovel my own walk from now on."
I finished and walked home with a really grumpy feeling in my heart. Logan was wrong, that lady wasn't creepy. She was horrible! Ungrateful! Rude!
So back to my story. An older lady moved into the duplex he had previously occupied. She has a yappy little dog. I've not ever introduced myself because we have had a lot of stuff going on since she moved in. Except one time we came home from grocery shopping, and we were unloading the car, and logan came running inside shouting about the "creepy lady" outside. And I went out to see what he was talking about, and it was the new neighbor lady with her yappy dog. She was getting her mail in her bathrobe and she looked really scary. I think it was because she had no makeup on and her hair was a rats nest. Plus, as I said, she was in her bathrobe. She just glared at us in our garage, or maybe she was squinting in the sunlight to see who we were. But it really did look like she was glaring.
I've always felt bad about Logan shouting that the neighbor was creepy. Plus, I swear, she looked old and decrepit. Like she could hardly walk. She was shuffling. I swear.
The past two days we have had tons and tons of snow. I decided it would be a good time to shovel the old lady's driveway. I went over there. This snow, by the way, was extremely wet and HEA-VY! So it took me a while to shovel the whole thing. Plus, my family is all sick, and I technically am sick too. As much as I would have liked the help, all of my family were in bed sick, so it was all me. As I am finishing and shoveling the sidewalk up to her door, a car pulled up to the other side of the duplex. The passengers were all staring at me. One lady got out and came walking over to me.
"Are you shoveling my walk?"
Thinking that she lived in the duplex next door, I didn't want her to think I was the neighborhood snow-shoveler. "um, if you live here in this duplex (motioning to the old lady's front door) then yes I am".
"Oh that's very kind of you, but I was just going to shovel my walk right now. I just bought a snow shovel" she said.
"um, you live here?" I asked
"yes. I live here, and my daughter lives in the duplex on the other side."
I did a double take. This lady did not look that old. Her hair was done. She wasn't shuffling.
"Well you can stop shoveling" she said
"um, I'm almost done. I only have two shovels left."
"Well, okay. But I can shovel my own walk from now on."
I finished and walked home with a really grumpy feeling in my heart. Logan was wrong, that lady wasn't creepy. She was horrible! Ungrateful! Rude!
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
hello, from DeadLand
I'm typing this from my deathbed in DeadLand. This is a marvelous place to visit. We have forced rest periods where we have to lay in bed all day. There is a great weight loss program here as well. The program consists of not eating anything but toast and maybe oatmeal. It's been great! Sometimes I am called home to do my regular housewife duties, but then I get to go back on vacation. We get to watch a lot of t.v. here too. Also, the children's program is just as wonderful as the adult program! We don't really get to interact with each other too much, but the kids don't seem to mind. Hopefully we'll come home soon, but I'm not really sure I want too. DeadLand has been a real treat!
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