Sunday, August 30, 2009

It's Sunday Morning.

Sitting and sipping my herbal tea instead of going to church is one way to start the day--I've always liked playing hooky--but today we (me, Jackson, and Bryce) needed a break from the up-all-night-coughs. Staying in our P.J.s and eating requested ramen noodles for lunch. Throw in some coloring books and play-doh and waiting for my other two guys to return home and then naps all around. Sounds like a one of those Sundays--my favorite kind.
Happiest of Sundays to you too.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Reasoning.

As per requested, I'm not deleting my blog--or any links, Miss Brookeanne!
I have displayed one of my most dire faults: Impulsiveness.
I had actually logged on to write a post, got distracted, and said, "to hell with the whole thing". Which I do, in that manner, handle the affairs of life from time to time.
Sometimes it's good. Sometimes it's not. But this time, it's just right. Like I said before, I want to focus on other things.
Consider this an extended break, then. Better yet, an extended holiday.
P.S. To the two people who asked if this was because I'm pregnant? That would be a big fat no.
P.S.S. Thanks for the kind comments.

It's Time.

The time has come to end my blog.
A million reasons why, but mostly I want to direct the small amout of time and energy I have for writing to focus on something else.
I could still update on the blog occasionally, yes, but I'm an all or nothin' kind of girl. I'm afraid I can't start another project without ending this one.
It was fun.
Ta-Ta!
P.S. I'll still be reading yours from time to time.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Foiled

Our anniversary plans were foiled. Foiled! We were thinking about going to dinner here, after a big dose of service to our community. The babysitter cancelled, with good reasons. So, we're going to load the kids up and go elsewhere instead. Tell 'em all about their mom and dad. The only requirement: All of us together...and I guess another: I've got to have a big juicy steak.

And you betcha I am wearing my big pants.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Keeping Up With the Jones. Or, as I Like to Call It: Blogging.




So and so just got a brand new car. So and so just went on an awesome vacation. So and so can make and do anything and everything. So and so is building/bought/or remodeling a house. So and so has the best husband and cutest kids who do the cutest things and NEVER get in trouble for anything. Ever. So and so is pregnant with a girl right now.


We've read the blogs. You know what I'm talking about, right? It's called Blog Envy, or as one chick put it: Blenvy.


I always think of blogs as the episode of Everybody Loves Raymond where Debra and Marie write the Christmas letter. Marie receives a Christmas letter in the mail from a friend detailing their "perfect life" and becomes insanely jealous. Her and Debra set out to write a family update of their own, manipulating happenings from the year to make themselves sound good on paper. It's hilarious. And it's one of the reasons I don't write about all the stuff we're doing, or places we're going, or things we're getting: I feel like I'm writing the Christmas letter! (But, I do like to read everyone else's! Really!)

Now, I'm not saying that people are lying on their blogs. But I'm not seeing any posts about the latest knock-down drag out with their spouse either. Or the fact that they hate their in-laws (not me!). Or that their credit card debt is out of control (not me, either!). Or whatever. Because those things are happening too, but most people don't display the bad stuff for the world to see. And that's good! Who wants to read about misery? We already get a daily dose of that from the World News!

I've had my fair share of Blenvy. But, these days, I'm more excited for people than anything. If we can overcome this economy and all the crappy stuff that's going on right now? Hooray! That means there just might be hope for someone who's not overcoming it.

The next time you're reading a blog and thinking, "Poor me, I wish I could do that" remember the Christmas letter. Because the life you are reading about has some kind adversity going on right now, too. I'm sure of it.



P.S. I just got the cutest haircut. The stylist said I have perfect hair.


;0)

Friday, August 14, 2009

That's My Son

I was always a sucker for brand new markers, too. This is what happened when I walked away from "art time", for just a minute, when the phone rang. His muse? Channeling a monkey--complete with appropriate sounds and actions....and lots of laughs from 2 brothers urging him on, I'm sure. And if you were wondering, they aren't washable markers. It took a whole day and two baths for it to go away completely. I'm chalking this one up as a creativity project.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

1 Down, 179 To Go

1 down, 179 to go.

He did great!

Except....he climbed a tree at recess and supposedly told another teacher NO when he was told to get down. He says he didn't hear her....and I believe him. Nevertheless, he promised to apologize today.

He got off the bus with red impressions on his face--he fell asleep!

He made some new friends and came home with a birthday party invitation.

He wasn't as excited to go this morning, but when he got on the bus I heard him say, "Good Morning Ms. Morgan" to his bus driver and sat right down.

I think his first day went pretty well....but, you know, I wasn't there so I don't really know...which drives me nuts!

I'd say parents need more adjusting than the kiddos do.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Kindergarten Superstar.



A quarter of my heart walked right out the front door this morning and hopped on a school bus. A gament of emotions was felt this morning as Triston got ready for his first day of school. I was nervous, wondering if I had given him too much information about what to expect. Travis--sad, not quite ready for Triston to go to school. Jackson--anger, thinking it wasn't quite fair that he didn't get to go. And Triston, well, I think he was excited and worried that bullies would be lurking in the corners and in the back of the bus. He pushed his nervousness aside, though, and hopped right on that bus without hesitation. The tears, from both Travis and I, were unexpected as the bus drove away with our little buddy inside.

It's a weird feeling--my son is embarking on the beginning of his life without us, so to speak. Today is the first day that I or Travis won't be there to correct mistakes, double check that he looked both ways, weigh cons and pros with him, and to shelter him from all bad stuff out there.


I know it's only Kindergarten today, but we'll wake up tomorrow and he will be leaving for college. Time sure does fly.
Thanks for all the well-wishes. Triston loved the attention!

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

School Fare Rant

Back to School is big business.
School Supplies--20.00
School Clothes--100.00
Books--82.28
Lunch Money for two weeks--20.00
The fee I have to pay for full-day Kindergarten--5.00 a day (which equals 100.00 a month, thank you)
I am sufficiently broke. Either I am just now coming to terms with how much kids really cost OR the public school system has some issues. Funny, I thought that the nearly half of Travis' paycheck that comes out every month for taxes would have covered more than it does. My bad.
Indiana--one of only three states that make us pay for public school--you suck.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Oh, Jackson




Three year olds are just funny. I can't begin to imagine what their outlook on the world is. Here is a glimpse at mine.

J: Wroll my window down, it's locked. Can you please wroll my window down? MOM! Wroll my window down, I like lots of wind when we're on the highway. Wroll it down!

Me: Jackson, I'm not rolling it down.

J: Mom. Mom. Just wroll it down because I like all that wind. If you don't do it, I am going to go to Africa and stick my hand in an ant hole.


Me: ????????????????????? then, "Why would you do that?"

J: I don't WANT to do that, but if you can't wroll my window down I'm going there and I'm doin' that.


Me: ?????????????????????

Where did that come from?? Sounds like he is getting an early start on how to finagle circumstances in his favor. I don't even want to know what this same conversation is going to be like in 10 years. When we got home, I had fresh sweet corn sitting on the floor in a bag. Here's what Jackson says to Travis.
J: Are we going to have that corn for dinnor?


T: Yeah, we are. Do you like corn?
J: Yeah, it just fills me with love....and he says it so matter of fact
Me and T: Die laughing.


Last week we were picking up sticks in the yard. I said....


Me: Oh, this one is so big.


J: Yeah, it's gargantuan.


Me: What? What did you say it was?
J: (With a shoulder shrug) It's wreally big.


Where do they come up with this stuff?







































Friday, August 7, 2009

Crush Time

As I was sorting through the leftovers from shoppers apparently a little eager to get the kiddos back in school, I came across locker organizers.

Locker organizers, or maybe just locker organization, was big for me back in high school. Me and a gaggle of my girlfriends would go into the school a few days early and prep our lockers for the year. Mine would always include a mirror, lip gloss, and pictures of my celebrity crushes.

I'm embarrassed to post the Calvin Klein ad of Mark Wahlberg that I lovingly looked at every day. It was a little, ahem, risque for high school....and even now I'm a little flustered just thinking about it. Here's a cleaner version. And then there were pictures of Brad Pitt A.K.A. Tyler Durden from Fight Club. Oh, and Lenny Kravitz when he was still cool. I still love that picture.

I started giggling to myself, because high school demeanor is funny. It just is and I think I'm going to laugh a lot when I start teaching. I digress. Anyway, it's been awhile since I've actually even thought of celebrities as a crush. (Because you know Edward is a character. I'm not really in to Robert Pattinson, even though I have been known to google him once or twice.) My husband just does it for me all the way around.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

My Bad.

Since the "digital switch" occurred in June, I have not watched a weather report in full. Why you ask? Because cable does not reach to the depths of the woods my friends and I'm too cheap to pay for cheap T.V. via satellite, if you know what I mean. Call it addiction prevention--I've been known to veg on Real Housewives marathons for days. Sometimes, like witnessing a really gruesome train wreck, you just can't look away.

So yesterday, when I posted about loving thunderstorms and yada yada, I had no idea what was coming. I thought it would be hazy for a few more hours and then pass like usual. We went to the pool as promised to three special little boys, stopped for ice cream because Triston finally conquered his fear of deep water and started putting his shallow-water moves to good use, and made it home just in time.

Just in time to barely make it in the house before being blown away and pummeled with fierce hail. I'm no weatherman, but I'm pretty sure that when hail is coming down, in August, you'd better take cover. And I recently learned that when it's raining and windy, out here, to be aware because one or more of the trees that makes up the forest in the backyard could come crashing down at anytime, so I WAS SCARED. Which naturally scared the kids, which was just sad. Especially the baby. He covered his eyes with his blanket and kept saying, "scared". Broke my heart....

....and then--BLACKOUT. For 26 hours. Boo.
Nashville shut its doors--everything closed down.
The roads looked like war zones with uprooted trees and wayward limbs.
But, the best part:
Travis got to stay home today.
And that is precisely why I love thunderstorms.
(But next time, I'll take just a few gray clouds and just a tad of rain.)

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

A Thunderstorm.

Kenyan Safari

We woke up to a thunderstorm in the middle of the night. It seemed as though the lightening strikes were right outside our window, and they may have been, for the thunder was as loud as I've heard it for quite awhile. One time, in Jacksonville, we had just stepped out of our car and were headed for the door when lightening struck just 25 yards from us in the parking lot of our apartment complex. It scared my babies and they cried and cried and cried. You know, because of the noise. They even cried the next time it rained because they thought the lightening would strike that close again. This time, though, they slept right through it.

The morning is gray and wet. The canopy of leaves that shade our house makes it look like twilight instead of morning, especially today, and the security light is still on. I want to stay in bed and read books all day--my contribution to the depressed state of the sky, but the kiddos want to swim. Since it's an indoor pool, they win.

But maybe I'll get time to at least sit on the porch and watch the gray clouds roll by. Afterall, it is one my favorite things to do--I love thunderstorms.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Genius or Over the Line? I'm Just Not Sure.

Maybe I went over the line. I don't know. But I was tired of hearing my three-year-old Jackson have a potty mouth. Especially at the table. So when he said for the 3rd time that he wanted "poop for dinner", I delivered. I concocted the best fake poop ever out of peanut butter, oats, flour, and coco powder. Seriously, it looked exactly like poop. And when Jackson saw it at his respective seat, on a plate no less, he went into hysterics. "Is that wreally poOP? (big letters signal elevated pitch) "Yep. You said you wanted poop. Here you go." "I. AM. not. EATING thAT!" "Jackson, this is what you wanted, right?" "No. No. I. AM. NOT. EATING THAT!" and then the crying started. Maybe I went over the line here, but at the very least he got an idea of what it would be like to really get poop for dinner.
And he hasn't said a word about since.

(Before you call Child Protective Services, please note that I did end up letting him in on the secret. And he ate a bite of it. And laughed--a lot. But, I think he got the point, no less.)

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