Days of Five Lives...

Mostly Wordless Wednesday...The Writings on the Wall

2011-10-12T10:15:00.000-07:00

Hubby and I landed at a quaint little shop in Solvang

on our weekend adventure up the Central Coast

I walked into this craft store and fell in love

with the writings on the wall...

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Confessions of a Shopaholic...Now You Done Gone and Pissed Her Off

2011-10-11T14:20:00.000-07:00

I’m normally a happy, easy going person.
I laugh all the time
I smile at everyone
I’ll start a conversation almost anywhere
I usually end up talking to ~~creepers~~ the most random people
and end up in the most akward of conversations
(maybe I’ll should write about those)

But lately
I’ve noticed a change

Maybe it’s frustration
Maybe it’s anger
Maybe it’s the stores ripping me off
and the second you question the cashier,
they look at you like you just grew a 2nd head.

Seriously?!

I do NOT understand why when I ask the cashier to double check a price
I get the sigh
I get the eye roll
I get the complete attitude

Hey, I’ve been in their position before…
I’ve worked in the Customer Service field in some way or another most of my working life
I understand people have bad days, but c’mon people.
What’s with the all of the attitude?

This past Sunday I was uber-excited
because the Halloween costumes were on sale for $12 at Target.
I sent Teen 2 with The Boy to search the aisles
as I picked up other items on our shopping list.
As I approach the Halloween aisle,

Teen 2 holds up the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle costume that The Boy chose.
I check the price on the rack and the tag shows a $12 sale price over the regular price
We throw everything in the cart and stroll up to the register
I place the costume up on the register belt first
Then I begin to unload the rest of my items
The cashier scans the barcode, and sure enough $20 appears on the screen.
She scans another item.
How much was the costume, I ask?
She squints into her computer screen, $20.
The display shows that it’s on sale for $12, I explain
No, it’s $20, she says.
Sigh* here we go… This aint my first price war lady!
Can you please check because they’re on sale for $12, I ask.

The cashier in lane 7 chimes in-
$12 for the costume, she chuckles as she picks up the weekly ad
Look B*tch, I want to say, but I compose myself.
My cashier flips the switch on her #8 light pole for some help.
over walks her supervisor
She says it’s on sale for $12, the cashier explains to her supervisor
The supervisor swipes the barcode
She turns the computer screen to face me.
It’s $20, see, it says here in the computer.
She points- this right here- says that if you didn’t have a receipt and returned it, you’d get $20
That means it’s never been on sale.

At this point, my blood is boiling and the line behind me is building up.
Ok, I say, with a twitch, I could feel a little crazy comin' on
Now they done gone and pissed me off…

Unfortunately I wasn’t wearing the most comfortable shoes
so I didn’t have the strength to walk to the all the way to back of the store again
and it was apparent her ~~lazy~~ supervisor wasn’t going to entertain the customer standing before her.

I go home with determination to confirm the price is only $12
That’s $8 they’ve just taken from me, I’m thinking.
How many people are there today buying costumes and not double checking their receipt?
How much extra profit are they making without the consumer realizing it.

I look over the ad, yep $12.
I go online, sure enough $12.
I take off my cowboy boots, throw on some slippers, gather my Target bag, and receipt
And put on my boxing gloves
(Well not really, but wouldn’t that have been funny?!)

Ahem, I digress

I stomp into Target
Walk all the way to the back of the store
find the exact Teenage Mutant Ninja Costume
It’s right there, The Boy says as he points to the ground.
it fell off when I took the costume off Mom.
He certainly is my kid, he knew exactly what I was looking for
I pick it up.
The Sale Sticker showing $12 clearly states
“Rafael, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle”
The Boy and I march back up to the register.

I take my costume and receipt out of the bag.
I was overcharged, I tell the cashier, I want to get my money back.
I show him the sale tag.
He re-works the transaction and gives my $8 back.

I ask him if the lady with the glasses on is the manger
She’s the supervisor, he replies.
Tell her to believe the customer next time, I instruct him.
I will, he quivers.
I’ll show her this he says as he holds up the sales tag.

I take my Boy, his costume, and my $8 and vow to never shop at Target again.

I know that won’t really happen, but damn they pissed me off!!

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Mostly Wordless Wednesday...Cheese please

2011-10-05T09:52:00.000-07:00

Teen 1 is such a cheeseball sometimes

She picked the header for our photo booth photo shoot

give mama a kiss

Beauty and The Beast!

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Moments of Serenity

2011-10-04T10:14:00.000-07:00

I despise homework

My fourth grade teacher helped to solidify my disdain
I already had a dislike for it
Mr. O’Mally didn’t believe in it. Period.
He told us so
In fourth grade
My little brain attached to that concept
He was smart, he was a teacher
He dressed up as a leprechaun for St. Patrick’s Day for goodness sake
He taught us how to construct wooden napkin holders with real saws and workhorses
He taught us how to build rockets that actually flew through the air
From that year on, I didn’t believe in homework either

As life would have it, I would end up with 3 kids of my own
3 kids that would obviously go to school
3 kids that would have homework
The thought of their homework makes me irritable
I try, they try
I get frustrated, they get frustrated
I explain, they roll their eyes
I instruct, they complain

I curse you Mr. O'Mally *shakes fist in the air*

Thankfully the teenagers are in high school
and I’m pretty clueless so they hardly ask for help
The Boy has started doing his homework at daycare

Wheh…

Until yesterday,
Teen 2 was at the dining room table working on her homework when I stepped foot in the door
The Boy had completed some pages at school,
but I told him to sit down and study his spelling words and math
Teen 1 must’ve felt the homework bug in the air and came out of her ~~cave~~ bedroom
to inform me that she needed help with her school assignment, a resume
So here they are, all 3 of them
At the table, looking at me for guidance to do their homework

I tried to remain calm

The Boy complained that I didn’t pronounce the word “hand” correctly as I quizzed him.
Mom, You said had, you tricked me
Seriously, kid? H A N D …geez!!

Teen 1 tried to reel me in,
Mom, I want to be a photographer because they I won't have a boss
You’re gonna be 18 in how many days? I’m thinking
The thought of her being an adults absolutely terrifies me.
I inform her, that she will indeed have a boss
and her customers will most certainly be in that category
Teen 2 and The Boy push each other’s papers at each other
Sighing and glaring at each other with irritation.

The Hubs knowing to stay clear of the warzone and offers to cut up ingredients for dinner

But for just a minute, one solitary moment
There it was
Peace
As they all followed directions
As they all sat there doing their homework
Teen 1 asking and accepting my answers
The Boy re-writing words that he needed to study
And Teen 2, just knowing what to do
Relief

I exhaled, serenity, I thought to myself

MOM!!!!!

Even if just for a moment…

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Akward Family photos part deuce

2011-10-03T15:58:00.000-07:00

remember when i was so worried about taking family photos?

If not, read here.

It turned out that there was no need to be nervous,

Jack was amazing as usual, this kid has a true gift.

Check out his blog when you get a chance.

We were absolutely ecstatic when we received the cd,

we popped it in the player

and we were all happy with the way we were captured

The portraits of the kids were true to their beings,

the way The Teenagers look at The Boy is pretty typical
and I loved it

Teen 2 hates to be hugged and loved,

this was perfect...

We even got a few of ourselves that we loved

Then these started to roll through the playlist

awww, how cute, we thought

until we looked closer at the boy's face -

the cheesy smile

and what's with the hands?

obviously this kid is just too cool,

and we just had no idea...

lean back

seriously? akward...

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Confessions of a Shopaholic...You Betta Check Yo'self...

2011-09-28T13:05:00.000-07:00

I need a break
Desperately

After the stress of buying a home,
Deciding to, then actually going through with surgery,
Dealing with 2 teenage daughters that are pushing us to the limits

I need a break
Desperately
Even if just for one day

That’s it, I decide, I’m booking an overnight trip
Just me and The Hubby

A L O N E time
We’re outta here

I check out a few different online websites for current deals in our area
I decide he we could drive an hour or two-
just to get away
After all we are in SoCal,
there are so many local places that people spend their life savings to visit

There’s just one problem- I’m cheap, very cheap
I want things,
but the thought of actually spending my hard earned dollar bills makes me nauseous
I’ve got credit cards to pay off
The kids will surely need things
The cars could require maintenance
And then good ol’ Mr. Murphy could come enforce law at the most impromptu time

It’s just one night,
I need a break
Desperately,
I remind myself

I decide to try William Shatners Pricebreaker deals,
I mean with karate chops and kicks like that,
the big ol’ bodyguard of his standing by,
He must have the best deals

Click, click, click
Nothing good enough, nothing cheap enough

Click, click, click
“Name your own price”, well that’s intriguing

Heck, I’ll give it a shot

I check what the 3 star hotels in Santa Barbara are going for $150-200+

The latest “name your own price” winner bagged their deal for $134.

I’m gonna go out on a limb and bid…

$80

William Shatner appears on the next screen with his awesome karate moves

He’s chopping,

He’s negotiating

He’s dead…no deal for me

Ughhh…

By the next day, I was bummed

I was frustrated

I wanted to get the heck outta Dodge

That’s it, I’m gonna offer even more today

I’m willing to spend an extra $10 this time!

Hold her back ladies and gents, we got a big time spender here!

I pull up my failed deal with the enticing “Give it another shot” lingo

And decide to increase my offer to $90.

Submit

*Please change your criteria before submitting* appears on the screen

I did, I delete it, and retype $90.00

*Please change your criteria before submitting*again

Oh, now you’re pissing me off Captain Kirk

I start clicking this and that

Un-clicking this and that

I’m making changes can’t you see Mr. Shatner, I plea

Submit

Oh yeah, here we go

He’s chopping away at my deal again

“Please wait while we are negotiating your price”

*butterflies in my belly*

Congratulations, you won the deal!!

Whoo fricken hooo!! I won the deal!!

Then the next screen appears

You’re staying at a 3star hotel in... Santa Maria

Huh?
Santa Maria?
Where is Santa Maria?

I clearly clicked on Santa Barbara….didn’t i?

My inner voice says,
yeah, you did,
but you also clicked Santa Maria during your clicking fit.

Maquest quickly
Where
Is
Santa
Maria?

Only 3 hours and 30 mins- One way!!

You betta check yo'self
before you wreck yo' quick overnight vacation!

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Now I lay me down to sleep...

2011-09-27T21:31:00.000-07:00

As I lay my head down next to The Boy,

I wisper softly to him...

tonight is the last night Mama's gonna lay with you,

it's your last day of being 5. when you're 6 you won't need me anymore

He quickly repies, no, it's when i'm 7

Son, when you were 4, you said 5.

When you were 5, you said 6.

And now that you're gonna be 6, you say 7?

He quickly wispers back to me...I mean when I'm 10.

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He loves me, He loves me not...

2011-02-11T16:22:00.000-08:00

I reach into The Boys cubby to grab his backpack,
lunch bag, school papers that are falling about,
and a red and white beaded circle tied with a cute Valentine’s bow.

Interesting, I think to myself… a circle?! Tied by yet another circle.
Ok, it’s after school day care, they must’ve run out of ideas.

But as a mother, you show pride in your kids’ work,
even when you’re not exactly sure what it is.
I try to hang it from my rearview mirror as The Boy is in the backseat
getting situated and looking around my car for his special treat.

It’s a heart mom, he says.

Oh. Now it makes sense I think to myself.

The next day, the circle is still sitting in my car.
I bend it back into it’s heart shape and hang it from my rearview mirror.

I pick up The Boy from school with my heart proudly hanging.
He notices.

Mommy, you fixed it?! He asks in excitement.

Yep, son., I reply. (He thinks I’m a genius, I just know it)

Why did you hang it from your car? He continues.

Because you’re in love with me, I say.

I’m just a kid, I hear him grumble.

I know (I’m insistent to get this Boy to say he loves me)

But I want everyone to know that you love your mom.
You made it for me because you love me, I insist.

It was just my craft, he replies in irritation.

Because you love me right?!

It was just my craft.

I guess I’ll just take the heart.

Uncle Sam I Am Wants You!

2010-11-02T21:28:00.000-07:00

As I’m driving The Boy to school this morning,
He begins to explain to me how the morning will proceed.
Mom, when you drop me off at school, you go in daycare and vote
You vote for the California Gobener Mom, he continues.
I know his school is a polling place,
but I do my best to explain to him that I vote at a different school.
We’re rushing through our routine and he takes my explanation for what it is.

At the end of the day, I pick him up from school and tell him we’re going to vote.
He’s pouting a little because I just shot down his request of going to the skate park.
After about 30 seconds of silence, he begins to ask me
Mom, why do people need safety vests?
To keep you safe son, I answer.
To keep you away from the fish and the creatures, he continues.
A life vest. Yes, I explain, it keeps you from drowning in the water.
Are we going to be in the sea or the ocean, he asks.
Son, what do you mean? I’m very confused at this point.
Then the puzzle comes together…
Life vest,
Creatures and fish,
Sea or ocean.
Son, I try to hold back my laughter, we’re going to VVOTTTTTE
I try to emphasize the difference in letters.
We’re not gonna float.
We’re not going on a boat.
We’re going to VOTE!

Float? He asks
Boat? He says.

No, VOTE!
I do my best with a Kindergarten analogy.
Let’s say your teacher is going to choose a line leader.
She says who wants to be a line leader?
And you and Jacob choose to be one.
The teacher will then ask all the other kids, who wants The Boy to be a line leader.
5 kids in class raise their hand for you.
Then she asks again, who wants Jacob to be the line leader.
3 kids in the class raise their hand for Jacob.
(He’s my son, I had to make him the winner obviously)
So you would win Son.
That’s what voting means.
We’re choosing who we want to win.

Silence, I’m so proud of myself for such a great explanation.
I’m thinking, he gets it, as I continue to snicker to myself.

We make a right turn into our tract
And then I hear.

Are we going in a sea or an ocean?

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Family Photos

2010-10-19T15:58:00.000-07:00

I’m so excited,
I finally booked a family portrait session
With the great Jack Rodriguez.

He’s taken pictures of my sisters family for the past couple years
And he is amazing.
(it helps that they’re all so darned cute!)

So I finally quit procrastinating and booked a date.

Of course, as soon as I did that I started to worry that my pictures wouldn’t come out so great. I started googling ways to pose.
It’s amazing the tricks that are out there.
Don’t look straight at the camera.
Turn to the side a bit, shoulder facing the camera.
Watch for double chin.
Don’t leave your arms against your body, it flattens them out and makes them look bigger.
Seriously, I’ve been doing this stuff for the past 30 years, why is it now that I’m just googling it?!!

Then there’s the location. I want to capture the kids personalities as they are now.
Where could this magical place be?

How about the clothing?!
We don’t want to be too matchy matchy,
but we also don’t want to look like a circus with 100 different colors and styles going on.

or like these folks...

You have to plan so much to look “natural”!
I mean I don’t want to come out looking like this...

Suspicious Minds Seriously, you have to check out this website.

I couldn't stop laughing.

Oh wait, I hope I don't turn up on here one day...hide the headshots!!
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'Cause Girl You're Amazing...just the way you are...

2010-10-13T07:32:00.000-07:00

Oh her eyes, her eyes

Make the stars look like they're not shining

Her hair, her hair

Falls perfectly without her trying

She's so beautiful

And I tell her every day

Yeah I know, I know

When I compliment her

She wont believe me And its so,

its so

Sad to think she don't see what I see

But every time she asks me do I look okay

I say

When I see your face

There's not a thing that I would change

Cause you're amazing

Just the way you are

And when you smile,

The whole world stops and stares for awhile

To my baby girls,
Gorgeous sisters and sister in laws,
My Mamas (yes all y’all),
Grandmas (here & gone),

aunties, cousins, friends,

and beautiful little nieces

Girls you're amazing

Just the way you are

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Confessions of a shopaholic…Quit leading me on

2010-10-12T05:41:00.000-07:00

With Halloween impending
I begin my search for this year’s Halloween costume.
I love homemade costumes
And although I don’t quite get around to making a costume every year
This is one that I definitely want to try
The problem is she keeps leading me on
I came across the idea of a “Dia de Los Muertos” costume

I think it’s just gorgeous.
The way their faces are painted
The flowers in the hair
The beautiful costumes
Gorgeous and a bit scary all at the same time
There are varying looks
But I’m in love with the glamorous looks

Of course thinking of doing make up likes this leads me to video tutorials
I mean after all, how else would I know how to put this make up on?

This leads me to more image searching for Dia De Los Muertos
I stumbled upon these beautiful paintings by Syliva Ji
I want one of each, but where would I hang them. Do you think it would be creepy to have one hanging over your bed?
Maybe I could talk The Girls into decorating their room like this Could you imagine the things that could lead me to?!
They'd probably wake up with nightmares!

Now these picture lead me to desire for a pin up tattoo
I’ve been longing for one for years now…
Too bad I can’t make up my mind on exactly what I want
Plus I probably wouldn’t allow myself to shell out that kind of dough!
**hmmmph**
One of these days…

That sadness of course makes me want to uplift my spirit
And what better way to lift your spirit than to have a party?!
You see, she keeps leading me on…

A party would be absolutely beautiful
Just to think of all the colors I would use.
I could hang these colorful flags everywhere Top my cupcakes with these cute little things
We could drink margaritas
and dance into the wee hours of the morning

(maybe I'd leave one of those notices on my neighbors door that we keep getting,

courtesy notice for after hours noise permit! really, did you make that up?!)

I could buy some jewelry for my party

what if I wore this gorgeous necklace?

After all, it's only $20!
One thing always leads to another…

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I hate it when Monday…

2010-10-11T14:10:00.000-07:00

I hate it when I haven’t blogged in so long,

I feel like nothing is good enough to be the beginner blog,

something to reel my readers back in.

Oh faithful followers, thanks for staying tuned in.

I hate it when I realize that Real whipped cream is ONLY 15 calories a serving. Seriously, 15 calories. I’ve been saying no whipped for all these years over 15 measly calories!! Bring it on!!

I hate it when exercise feels good while you’re doing it,
however the pain suddenly onsets within minutes of stopping.
I did a 5 minute training/try out with the new Reebok Traintone shoes.
They feel amazing when you’re wearing them,
(and I wouldn't mind having an ass like that)
but afterward,
holy cow!
I couldn’t sit, stand up, walk up or down the stairs,
I could hardly reposition my legs in the middle of the night…
I’m well into 24 hrs afterward and I’m still feeling the burn!
Now hubby, don’t get me wrong, I still want a pair *wink*wink*

I hate it when you take the kids shopping and you tell them, ok THIS IS IT!
This is the LAST thing you’re getting for weeks ~~you spoiled little~~ (so maybe I just thought that)
But then the next store you go to has a really GOOD deal,

or you remember that they did actually need that one thing.
Then you gotta say it again…Ok, that’s it, this is the last thing!
Not such a great lasting impression…uggghhh…

I hate it when you have a great tried and true recipe for something
but decide to try a new recipe anyway
I've been working on cooking more during the week,
which is hard to do after getting home from work,
cleaning up, homework, etc.etc..
But I actually cooked Mon-Thurs night last week.
One night I was craving meatloaf and mashed potatoes.
Hubby was a bit leary, but I promised it would be good.
After all, I grew up on meat loaf, I know what I'm doing, I explain
Why, oh why didn't I use Grandma Long's recipe?!
I admit, I made a mistake trying to take on a different family's recipe.

I hate it when you have talks with the teenagers about hard to talk about stuff
I hate the anxiety,
I hate having to come up with the right words
At the right time
Without trying to make it seem like you’re trying to have “the Talk”
Teenage girls…why couldn’t you just stay toddlers FOREVER…
I wouldn’t mind talking about Cookie Monster, shapes, and colors for the rest of your life.

And I especially hate when I realize my baby boy is trying to impress little girls!
The Boy and I were riding our bikes home from the park yesterday,
this Boy was going full speed,
I had a hard time keeping up (especially after the damn Reebok training)
that was until he saw the little girl sitting on her skateboard,
(I think that alone was enough to make his heart skip a beat)
He built up enough speed,
took his feet off of his pedals,
and balanced himself on his rear pegs as he rode past her….
All I could do was smile, showoff!

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The first day...

2010-09-10T06:42:00.000-07:00

It finally came,

after a long fun filled summer

The Boy's first day of Kindergarten

He worked hard preparing lunch for himself and his Daddy

As he was getting dressed the next morning, the Benjamin Button in him returned

He tried to coherse me into helping him get dressed.

Son, you're gonna be 5 years old, you're going into Kindergarten.

You need to dress yourself, I explained.

I know Mom, I'm not a man anymore he replied.

I was a bit perplexed.

No, son, you're not a man anymore!

He accomplished the task and we moved on to fixing his shark hair.

He LOVES his shark hair.

I was a bit worried it would be too much for a Kindergarten

but seeing that he was once a man that has grown into a boy

I figured it should be ok.

But by the time we picked him up from school

he had moved on to his hat.

He ripped off his uniform shirt and was ready to go home.

I couldn't believe this little ~~man~~, ahem, I mean boy.

After school he got to pick a special treat.

When the girls started kindergarten,

I baked a school theme cake and it was ready and waiting for them when they got home.

So yes, I felt LAME this year.

but Daddy came through and found every school theme cookie they had in the store.

We ended the day with a trip to the skate park.

I created a monster taking this kid to the skate park.

Now every chance he gets, he begs to go.

How could I resist, my boy that was once a man, will soon be a real man.

I must relish in the moments.

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Relaxing, it aint no easy task

2010-09-03T15:40:00.001-07:00

at days end, i kick off my slippers and plop my feet up on the coffee table.
honey, your feet are swollen.
you need to stay off of your feet, hubby says.
youre on vacation.

i know, i know i sigh.
but im leaving the house at 8 and getting home when you get home from work.
ive got dr.s appointments and parties to shop for.

youre on vacation! stay home and relax!
kick your feet up!

ughhh along with an eye roll was my reply.
i have a serious problem relaxing!
but i put my feet up in hopes of figuring out how.

and let me tell you, the thought of staying home to relax had me tossing and turning all night.
i woke up at 3am and couldnt go back to sleep.
i watched a couple episodes of bored to death, that is a funny show. which had me up and laughing in the middle of the night.
not so good when you should be going back to sleep...
but then again,
i was supposed to stay home all day and relax.

i, thankfully, was able to get back to sleep and woke up around 8:30, thats a good start, right?
but then the phone rings and my sister is inviting me and the boy to breakast, thats easy going.
sure id love to join you i say!

but once im outside, its over.
the boy and i both love to be outside.
he persuades me to take him to the skatepark, so i kick up my feet up while he skates his little heart out!
he slides down a few ramps on his belly, his knees, his elbows as his board slips out from under his feet!
i on the other hand am sweating my buns off in the scorching heat as im sitting on this concrete block trying to be incognito.

after about 90 minutes, i cant take it anymore and am able to persuade him to do what i love while im out...
shopping, well its really an indoor thing, but its outside of the house, so that counts.

we go into walmart and come out with loads of goodies.with less than $25 i was able to redo a bathroom!
a little switcheroo of a shower curtain and decorative towels
viola
a whole new bathroom!
accomplishing a feat like that relaxes me.

we also picked up a few snacks for the teenagers back to school party.
i know, a house full of hungry, gossipping teenagers does not sound relaxing!
but as im reporting to you live from bloggerroid, ive got my feet kicked up and im ready to take them on!
i think...
my mind is racing wondering if i have enough chips, cookies, sodas
how many pizzas should i order?
am i supposed to put on a bonfire, cause i dont have a pit.
do these kids think theyre drinking here? cause it aint happening!
are they gonna have fun? or is gonna be a total bust.
will my kids be the laughing stalks of the school cause they had the lamest back to school party ever?
inhale
exhale
wish me luck!

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Summer lovin'...I love LA

2010-09-03T09:10:00.000-07:00

This summer I took a some time off to spend with kiddos during their vacation.

We took in the tourist spots around LA.

Mostly beachy ones, because I wanna be a billionaire so fricken bad...

I'd buy all of the things I never had, including a house on the beach...

It's another fantasy of mine...

I had just taken Teen 1 for the haircut she'd been begging for

The latest fashion trend, I suppose

And although many people think I'm crazy for letting her do it,

#1- I figured it was better than a tattoo or another home done piercing

#2- I grew up in the 80's and I've seen lots of crazy hair dos
#3- If she had the balls to do it, and wasn't concerned with the stares and glares, I'd give her my permission

(It does look alot better now, check out her picture now----->)

However after leaving the salon, I figured Orange County beaches probably weren't the way to go.

I'd take her to the beach of misfits

You guessed it,

Venice Beach!

Naturally, The Boy being the cool kid that he is, sported his "shark hair" that day to fit in.
It was really some great people watching.

Oh sheesh, now that I think about it, I bet people were people watching me.

tsk, tsk,tsk, did you see that lady and her misfit children, I could hear them saying.

Why would she allow her children to form their hair in such shapes?!

ahem, I digress.

I was in awe of all the artist there that seemed to make their living off of their creations.

We walked around f or a couple hours,

and took in all the sites.

We bargained with some vendors and walked away empty handed.

The Boy begged me to let him watch the freak show, but sorry Mama was not gonna pay $5 to see the two headed dog. I was a bit freaked out by the turtle.

I almost got lured into a few marijuana "clinics"

Why yes, my back does hurt! I was thinking...

We enjoyed some lunch on the beach and came home with a few of these treasures(not the Mary jane just in case you were wondering!)

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Testing, testing

2010-09-02T19:51:00.001-07:00

is this thing on?
just download the Blogger app on my phone

lets see how this thing works
lets say I'm sitting at the cafe enjoying a latte
and some crazy thought pops in my head
i can blog about it right there and then

so this is a test
this is only a test

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The Good News is the Bad News

2010-09-01T17:33:00.000-07:00

I went for my MRI results today,
he asks if I want the good news
or the bad news
but actually the good news was the bad news.

The MRI appeared normal.
There was slight bulging
but not enough to irritate a nerve root he says.
It's quite baffling, he continues
as he rotates my neck around in various motions
To the side, does this hurt?
No, not really.
Well how about when you raise your arm?
Like this?
No, nothing.

It could be that when you're leaning on your desk you hit that nerve and it makes your pinkie tingle, he explains, as he is pointing to "the funny bone".

Ok Doc, I get it, you're pulling things out of the air now.
But that wouldn't make your neck hurt? again with the baffled look.
Well let's just continue with the physical therapy for your flare ups.
um...flare ups of WHAT???!!!!
And if it still doesn't get better, you can see the spine specialist.
All your symptons appear to be a neck problem, but we'll check your spine too.

Now the hypochondriac starts to think of other disesases that it could possibly be.
I've been checked for arthritis, and that was negative so that's good.

So I kept myself busy pulling loads of weeds.
Seriously loads!
Filled my trashcan up half way.
Weeding is one of those things that sounds good for about the first 2 minutes!
Too bad the job took over an hour and a half!
But the flower bed looks lovely, I must say.

After that, I tore The Boy's room apart.
Purged the closets and have a good size bag to donate to the needy.
Hung up his skateboard shelf,

Question- how exactly are you supposed to get anchors in the wall?

That was another thing that sounded like a good idea for the first 2 minutes!

Good news is I took this week off, so I've been able to rest my arm,shoulder, neck issue.
Bad news, I gotta work for the rest of my life!!!

I can just hear it like the sound of Arnold in my ear...
I'll be back

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You think you’re cooler than me

2010-08-26T16:53:00.000-07:00

When your kids are young, they adore everything you do.
There’s nothing you can do that doesn’t make them laugh.
They accept all your hugs and kisses.
They hold your hand as you walk through the store
(unless they’re hiding from you in the clothes racks…
Ugghh, I hate when he does that!!)

The Boy is on the cusp of turning 5 and he already won’t kiss me at daycare.

Now, they all look at me like I’m some kind of freak when I sing along to their songs!
Sorry girls, but you used to think I was Mariah fricken Carey!

Today The Girls called me at work with the radio blaring in the background
Mom, do you like Pitbull?
Why, I ask (they’re always some ulterior motive with teenagers)
You’re gonna make fun of me aren’t you? I ask with hesitation.
No, we’re not.
Yes, I do. I admit proudly.
I could hear the snicker in Teen 1’s voice.
Yeah, Teen 2 said you probably knew all the words to this song!, she says.

Whatever!! So what, your mama still likes to shake her booty when she hears music!!
Next time, I will learn all the words and rap along with him!

Then there’s the days that they call me to say they’re going on a bike ride.
You better not ride MY bike! I remind them each time.

M O M!!
N O O N E wants to ride your bike!

What?!
Seriously, I have
The COOLEST bike in the whole house!
What do they mean?!

I mean seriously, look at this thing. People look at me with envy in their eyes when they see me riding this sweet piece of machinery down the street!

There are times when I walk into their room to check myself out in the mirror
Only to realize that we’re pretty much wearing the same outfit!

Ha, you think you’re cooler then me…
You dress just like me?!

I won’t mention that this is MY hat she’s wearing!

It's probably because you think you're cooler than me!

*wink* love you girls

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If You Give The Boy a Water Balloon

2010-08-25T07:47:00.000-07:00

He'll want you to throw it at him.

And if you have an arm like mine,

you'll miss and it'll pop on the grass.

He'll be sad and you'll promise to soak him with water on Saturday morning.

Saturday morning will come, but you won't want to put clothes on to go in the front yard.

You'll send The Teenager in the front yard with The Boy

and instruct her to soak him with the water hose at 9:30.

You'll take The Boy to Target later that day and come accross more waterballoons.

You'll make more ~~empty~~ promises to have a water fight with him later that day.

It's Saturday, so you'll have to take him to a birthday party and by the time you get home,

you'll be too tired.

He'll talk you into calling his Auntie to tell her a story about a "special girl" he saw at Target

and explain to his Auntie that she needs to go to Target to teach her sign language.

Amidst the conversation, he'll invite her over for a Water Fight Party.

He'll then invite one cousin,

then another,

then his uncle,

he'll invite his grandma.

He'll set up a time for the party- After lunch he'll tell them.

They'll all ask him what his mommy is making for lunch.

After lunch, you'll try to explain!

Sunday morning, you'll buy MORE water balloons.

You'll text more cousins to let them know of the impending party.

You'll go from store to store to find a Slip N Slide at the end of August.

You'll have to talk your hubby out of buying the Giant Kingpin chair at Big 5.

Yes, you know it's cool, but it's $100 you exclaim!

One balloon

turns into buckets of balloons

Buckets of balloons turn into sleds full of balloons

AND water guns for all

Balloons and water guns

turn into slip n sliding on a hot August Summer day.

Freinds and neighbors join in on the fun.

Food is grilled and eaten because you know-

you simply can't have a party without food

Cousins get wet and messy,

they chill out and dry on a "Magic Carpet"

One balloon will turn into a lifetime of memories.

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I've got the hickeys to prove it...

2010-08-24T17:02:00.000-07:00

The pain subsides for a while
Then resumes
This time it’s back with a vengeance.

I’ve been battling it pretty hard for about 4 weeks now.
Trying another chiropractor
Who gives me, yet again, a different diagnosis
Upper Cross Syndrome.

First General Practictioner said it was Radiculopathy
Chiropractor said it was Thoracic Outlet Syndrome

Wednesday, I’ll go to an Orthopedic Surgeon who specializes in shoulder injuries where I'll probably receive a different diagnosis.

I ice
I heat
I stretch
I get massages
I get adjusted by the Chiropractor
I rest it when I’m not working (hence no blogging)

But the burning in my back radiates into my arm
The constant pain nags me as it moves from area to area each day
There's a weakness and tingling I feel down my fingers

and what makes it worse is the hyper sensitivity in my pinkie finger
My jaw is clenched constantly
I’m at the point of holding back uncontrollable tears.

I decide, I’m gonna find a acupuncturist on Monday.
I google some in the area, but of course noone is open after I get off of work.
I decide I’ll take a drive to the only one I’ve seen in my neighborhood.

I pull up
And I’m concerned.
Flashing lights, OPEN!
They do acupuncture, chiropractic, foot massages, regular massages,
I call hubby…
I think this places does “happy endings too!” I warn him.

He wishes me luck and in I go.

There’s an older Korean lady that greats me as I walk in the door.
Are you open for a while? I ask, Do you have time for acupuncture?
Yes, she replies as she nods her head.
My shoulder really hurts. I try to explain.
I look at the price list on the counter – Accupuncture $40
Here’s my insurance card, but I’ll pay cash if you don’t accept it.

Ok, ok, she nods again. I check for you.
You pay cash this time. I check for you for next time.

Ummm…ok.

You come in, she motions me to the back.

The linoleum on the floor is dated, reminds me of my grandma’s green kitchen tiles.
The walls are plain and dingy.
She tells me to take off my shirt and lay on the bed.

I take a look at the bed and then my eyes wonder up to the ceilings.
There are poles along the ceiling.
Bingo, I was right!!
I take out my phone to send a picture to hubby, but she’s instantly back in the room!

Lay down, she tells me again.
Now I’m worried. She didn’t even really ask what’s wrong.

You tight, I use lots of needles, she stearnly says as she’s pricking my back.
It is the strangest sensation, it’s like you’re being darted by some Native American as you’re running through the woods. Flick, flick, flick, she continues in my back along both shoulder blades.

Then she rolls a machine over.
I feel the suction of four rubber pieces on my back,

they begin to suck my skin tight,

suddenly the electric stimulation begins.
I feel the needles moving as the machine is running.
Crap, I'm thinking. I saw Electric Accupuncture listed, but I didn't check the price?!

She feels along my arms and hands, then flicks me a couple places with more needles.
Those ones hurt!!

She walks out and I hear her come back in the room as she snaps her gum and drags her feet through halls.
Did I mention that not only does she perform acupuncture, she’s the receptionist too.
This little lady also answers her cell phone to schedule appoints as she’s working on me.

She begins to take the needles out of my back and they clank into another cylinder.

Which I'm hoping they're sterilized in.

All of a sudden I feel these little cups on my back, and she’s got some special suctioning tool that makes them suck every bit of skin into them.

(Wheh, I'm glad that I watched The Karate Kid and saw that cupping they did, otherwise I'd really be worried!)

She positions and sucks about 20 cups in various places all over my back. She flicks the cups, she massages my blades. She continues, YOU TOO TIGHT.
She pulls one cup off and exclaims, Wow.
I’m concerned. Is that good or bad, I ask?
Talking no good, she scolds!!
Ok, I say in response. (oh crap, no talking)

All the cups are removed and she starts to stretch out my back.
Then I feel her climb up on the bed over me.
And then…
I heard her hands sliding across the poles on the ceiling
And her feet digging into my back!

She dug her toes into my shoulder blades with a vengeance!
I could hardly breathe, but I was just hoping this treatment would help.
It was a good hurt.
The way this woman could use her feet to massage was extraordinary.
Up and down my back.
In my shoulders,
Along my neck.

Then she started in on my calves.
You whole body stressed.
Slow time tonight, you too much tension!

No crap, I’m thinking. How much is this gonna cost me??!!
Of course I’m stressed!!

At any minute I’m expecting Lucy Liu to walk in the door with her leather outfit to whip me into shape!!

She jumps off of the table and begins digging underneath my skull and at the base of my neck.
I'm cringing and trying to keep from squirming in hopes of relieving some pain in the end.

Then comes the hard chop, chop, chop
and slap, slap, slap.

Ok, you done.

I get up off the bed and feel like I've just been in the fight of my life.
My eyes are swollen and I can't even see straight.

She orders me to drink water before I leave.

I get in my car and inspect my arms for needle pricks, but don't find any.
Well, that was interesting, I think to myself on the drive home.

Once I get home, I take off my shirt and ask hubby if I have prick marks on my back.
Oh My God, he yells!!

What?!! I'm freaking out.

I look in the mirror and I have about 20-30 2 inch diameter hickeys on my back!!

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Confessions of a shopaholic...Like Totally

2010-07-15T15:30:00.000-07:00

As I’m surfing the web
I come across an article about
Inexplicable fads from our childhood

Who doesn’t love a little nostalgia?
A trip down memory lane
A look back at the things that used to bring you such joy as a child

Or maybe I’m just that way cause my Dad is Mr. Nostalgia himself.
(that’s a whole ‘nother story!)

I click on the article
Probably because I was hoping the jelly shoes were on their way back in style

I see the scrunchies in every color (how about genie clips?!)
or banana clips

The slap bracelets, I could never get those to work!

The hyper-color shirts,
When you touched them or got hot in certain areas, they would change colors.
Remember, Body Glove?
Those damn 5th grade boys would smack the girls as we stood in line.
Or they would come around and say they were “FBI”
Female Body Inspectors
You clever little 5th grade boys.

Awww…I think back and can remember where and when I wore each one of these things
But nothing takes me back like the
Charm necklace does
Or bracelet in my case.

OMG!

I haven’t seen one of these things in ages!

I remember these little plastic wonders.
Did you have a love for skating? They had a charm for it.
Were pink flamingos your favorite? Well, there was a charm for that
Want to display your love for harmonicas? Guess what, there was a charm!

I remember playing hopscotch in elementary school and using my charms
Or broken pieces of the bracelet as place markers…

This, of course, instantly put me in shopaholic mode!

And where would one go shopping for such things?

Like totally - Ebay, duh?!

There's so many to choose from?!This auction is starting at $9.95. They've got tennis rackets, googly eye bears, and diary.

Or this auction has 68, count em up, charms at a whopping $124.72. Seriously these things cost quarters back in the day!

I want one so bad!

Do you love plastic Thermos'? Do you want some charms? Check out this auction!

Am I really gonna spend my hard earned adult dollars on one of these kiddy things?!

I think so.

Maybe next time you run into me I'll be rockin my charms!
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Flowers = tears

2010-07-01T10:26:00.000-07:00

Today is The Boy’s last day of preschool.
Amazing how time flies
And these little babies turn into real life human beings!

To mark the special occasion
I racked my brain as usual to try to come up with a perfect little gift.
I usually spend days fretting over it,
Wanting to get every teacher there something,
But staying within budget.
Then I wonder if my gifts are totally lame.
You read articles from teachers who are so tired of the same lame ol’ gifts!
Maybe they don’t word it that way, but I’m pretty sure that’s what they mean.

Oh geez, another teacher pin or pen…
Whooppeee…
Thanks kid!

Since there’s 5 classes and the kids graduate up into each one,
That was a lot of gift giving!

I can’t forget about the teacher in the 1st class that had to deal with his crying when he first started or clean and change him after a few accidents.

His 2nd teacher that was there to be stern with him when he tried to see just how much he could get away with in her class.

Or his last teacher that has taught him how to write every single one of his letters in the alphabet, all of his numbers, began math lessons, and of course prepared him for the next 12 years of ~~the dreaded~~ homework at the ripe age of 4!

I had grand ideas of buying each teacher a great gift
Or dinner
Or giftcard to their favorite store.
I also thought about making them pictures of The Boy,
but maybe only a mother loves their kid that much!

Last night I decided to keep it plain and simple.
I stopped at the store and bought bunches of sunflowers
Big, beautiful, full stem sunflowers

I broke out the craft box
And me and The Boy got down with the stamps,
Glue sticks, scissors, and ribbon.
I know his Daddy was so proud when he walked in
And saw his boy sitting there in an array of crafts!

He worked hard on his little cards.
Once he even spelled his name completely backwards
started at the last letter and made it to the first
but put it in the right order.
Pretty talented that little guy!
I should sign him up for America's Got Talent or something

We got to school this morning and he handed them to his teachers

one by one.
And guess what, each one of them had tears stream down their face

as I thanked them.

Sweet...

I think they liked them!

or maybe it's my Boy that they love *wink*
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Mostly Wordless Wednesday...Zoolander

2010-06-30T11:05:00.001-07:00

I packed a bunch of sandwiches in the cooler

and loaded the family up in the car

for a trip to the famous LA Zoo

(and could you believe ALL the kids were excited to go?!)

Flamingos are always the first thing you see
A real life dragon, better watch your toes, heard they eat 'em
Gorilla steps

This was magical

The whole gorilla family past by one by one

then the big Daddy of the family planted himself in the middle of the grounds

looked like he was there for protection

just amazing

Zebras, of course

Cute safari outfit

Do you know their tongues grow up to 18 inches long?

Pictures through the gates are hard to see,

so here's the sign

Inspired my monkeys to take care of each other

Nice view...

Because you don't get to climb on top of a gorilla often Monkey- see

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Love letters from Teen 1

2010-06-29T10:54:00.000-07:00

And just when you're ready to throw your hands up in the air,
or cover your face with them to hide from the reality of raising a family,
you receive this from your teenager...

Day 18 - The Person you wish you could be

Dear Mom,
I wish I could be like you for many reasons. You inspire me to want to do great things to better myself and my future. You’re the reason why I want to follow ALL my dreams. Because of you, I have such a good head on my shoulders. You’re there for us when we need you to listen. Even the little things that go unnoticed are appreciated. You’re strong willed and nothing stops you from getting what you want. You told us to never sweat the small stuff and because of that I’m a happy person. You shower us with the best kind of love and support. You may kill my little guy every now and then but I know it’s only because you don’t want me to be afraid of rejection. I’m learning it’s just a part of life and I’m not always going to get what I want. You want us to achieve above and beyond and I know we can if we have you in our lives. You care more about others than of yourself. Everyone just wants a little attention from you; you’re the best mom, sister, auntie, daughter, friend, wife, ect. I’m so thankful to have you as MY mother. You’ve guided us in the right direction and watched us make mistakes BUT still continued to help steer us back. When we do make mistakes I know how much it hurts you, but we can only grow from it. You’ve given up so much for us kids and we can’t thank you enough. You put your dreams and goals aside for us so we can have a roof over our head, clothes, and food on our table. Even after a long day at work you still have time to make us dinner and sitting at the table. “Table talks” are the best kind of talks; we get to hear about your day and we get to tell you about what we did that day. Our little rides to the store where we’re not supposed to get anything but we usually come home with something new. YES, WE THINK YOU’RE MADE OUT OF MONEY. There’s never been a time where I didn’t think you couldn’t provide for us. Momma you’re a go-getter. I just want to make you proud. When I grow up and have a family of my own I hope I’m like you, I hope I can give my children all that you give us. I love you and all that you do for us.
Love always your first born

Leaves me speechless with tears in my eyes.
Makes every bit of heartache and headache worth it.

And even though they act like they hate the beast in me
or when I look at them with those eyes that "kill the little guy inside of them"
(he's their metaphor for the one who speaks up when they wanna ask me for something)
and I tell them he needs to grow some balls and learn to speak up and ask for things
they know it's only because I love them.
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Mostly Wordless Wednesday...Tea Party!

2010-06-16T15:27:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time this little cutie turned 5

Her Mommy threw her the most gorgeous tea party

She invited all her family and friends and told them to dress in their most stylish digs

even Moms and Dads got to join in on the fun

the kids jumped and screamed
and drank sherbet punch...mmmm
then they got to decorate the cake themselves before digging in!

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Confessions of a shopaholic...Hook, Line, Sucker

2010-06-15T17:03:00.000-07:00

Teen 2’s school is no longer having Jr. High promotion ceremonies.
Instead they chose to have a dance for all 8th grade students to celebrate the end of the year.

Teen 2 said it was going to be a formal dress, but seriously, in Jr. High, it was so not!

She surprised me by telling me she was going to wear a summer dress that she had ~~scrunched up at the bottom of her hamper~~ hanging in her closet.
Great, I thought, no dress shopping for me.

This girl is impossible to shop with. She doesn’t care for anything I show her.
Always finds the most expensive items on the rack and of course it’s always “the only thing I like here!”
We could walk the mall for hours and walk out with NOTHING.

Now I do this by myself for leisure, but because I enjoy it.
When I’m actually trying to find something for her and it’s not happening, it’s extremely frustrating!

So in true teenage girl fashion, a few nights before the dance-
She NEEDS a cardigan to go over her dress so she doesn’t get kicked out for not following proper dress code.
AND
She NEEDS a pair of sandals to wear, because even though I just bought her a pair of flats the weekend prior, they did not go with the dress.

On Sunday night we head to the local mall and I have the girls run inside to a shoe store that she was SURE had shoes for her.
2 minutes later, Teen 1 calls, Mom, the store isn’t here.
The girls get back in the car and we drive to the other side of the mall(the boy was asleep and I didn’t bring a stroller in case you’re wondering why my lazy ass didn’t walk!)
They run inside, that store is gone!
What the heck is going on here?! I wonder.
So I wake up The Boy and we spend an hour walking up and down the mall going in and out of every shoe store, to no avail. There is NOTHING there that she likes.
“I’m just gonna wear some shoes I already have” she says.

Ok, fine, great. I’m thinking.

However the next day the mommy guilt sinks in.
I think back to my 8th grade graduation ceremony. Mom’s favorite shopping spot was the alleys in L.A. You could get great deals, but not always the best of quality and not always age appropriate article of clothing for pre-teens.
I ended up with a skin tight spandex type green dress with shoulder cut outs and all (it was the early 90’s people)
To top it off, my body was banging, I must admit!
Yes, I do remind my kids I was voted Best Body back in the day!
I already had a womanly shape and a J Lo booty in the making.
When I got to school that day, I realized just how inappropriate my dress was.
All the other girls were dressed in their spring colored frilly dresses
With stockings and their flat dress shoes.
I on the other hand looked like a hooker in my spandex dress and black pumps.
Wow, I think I’m still traumatized!
Ahem, I must digress.

I wanted Teen 2 to have the outfit she longed for and would remember for the rest of her life(in a good way))

The next day I tell her to get ready because we’re going to the mall after I get off of work.

We walk into the mall and I tell her,
If you don’t like that dress or want something else, tell me now.
Her eyes light up and we walk into a store that they just opened up.

She finds a romper and 3 different dresses to try on.
She comes out of the dressing room each time and doesn’t like anything
Except the Green Romper.
It’s linen and it’s shorts.
Not exactly what I’d call formal.
I know all the other girls will be wearing dresses.
I ask and warn her, Are you sure? You won’t feel uncomfortable?
I won’t, I want it, she pleads!

Problem is, this item is strapless so we still need a cardigan.

We search the store aisle by aisle, row by row.
NOTHING
No cardigan that will match or look right.

I tell her if we don’t find a cardigan, I’m not buying it.
We can’t return at this store and if nothing looks right, you’re stuck with it.
She doesn’t see the problem.
But I know she’ll find something else that she’ll like better.

So we walk out of that store.
By this time The Boy is whining, running up and down the aisles,
slumping over in the dressing room, tugging on my leg, and reminding me that he’s starving.

The Boy and I go to the food court and I order us some dinner
Teen 2 on the other hand is going into every store in the mall
She calls, I’m at Charolette Russe,
I’m at Forever 21,
I’m at Foreign Exchange,
I’m going to Bloom.

We meet up 2 hours later,
Yes 2 hours later.

NOTHING!

I break down,
TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT!
Don’t be scared ( I remember I can be beastly)
Just ask!
(for the love of all things holy, I just want to leave this place!)

She looks at me with some intimidation.
I want the romper, she mumbles.

Ugghhh…I broke down.
Ok, let’s go get the romper.

We walk back to the original store that we started at 2 hours ago.
We find the romper, a necklace to glam it up,
And could you believe it, a fricken cardigan to match!
I swipe my credit card and we head home.

As usual when we get home, I tell her to try it all on with some shoes so we can see the whole look.

I give her a few minutes and I walk back in her room.
I take a look at her
We look at each other.
It’s too casual we say in unison.

I think I’m gonna wear the dress, she says.
I can wear this on the last day of school Mom, because there’s a bonfire after school.

And then I realize it.

SUCKER!!
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Mostly Wordless Wednesday...Edward vs Jacob

2010-06-09T07:29:00.000-07:00

His middle name is Edward
we sometimes refer to him as Edward Cullen
(2 teenage sisters,remember?!)

His homework assignment-
draw a picture of yourself
This is him when he's being Edward Cullen
Yesterday when I dropped him off at school,
his teacher said, Good morning Jacob (which is not his name)
he grabbed a hold of my pantleg and hid behind it,
as he peeked out his teacher proceeded to tell me -
the day before, The Boy was Jacob.
He told her that I changed his name (whoops guess I shouldn't have joked about that)
She had to write Jacob on all his papers and refer to him that way all day.

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Motherloaded

2010-06-07T07:33:00.000-07:00

Twas a weekend full of mother loads…

Friday I received this amazing bathing suit
And when I tried it on, I wanted to keep it on for the rest of the summer!
It is absolutely THE Cutest
More importantly
Most Well fitted (is that even grammatically correct?) bathing suit I’ve ever had!
And I’m in love with it!
I feel like I hit the motherload!
Can’t wait for Laughlin Baby

In celebration of Friday night,
Yes Friday nights should be celebrated
just for being themselves
We went to Claim Jumper for dinner
We had a gift card for a free Motherload slice of cake.
Now when you are in the mood for some serious choclate cake
This is where you go
The Motherload is 6,
Yes count em up,
6 layers of chocolate cake
Covered in chocolate frosting
With chocolate chips perfectly placed throughout
mmmm… motherload
except now, I may have a problem fitting in my perfect bathing suit?!!
Uh oh

Then precisely at 5:14am on Sat. morning
Uh huh, 5:14AM on Saturday morning
My cell phone is ringing
Well first I thought hubby forget to turn off his alarm.
I woke up,
Shot him a dirty look as he slept,
Had a few irritating thoughts run through my head,
rubbed his head gently and politely told him,
Your ALARM!
However after he jumped up out of bed,
And I listened in a little closer,
I realized that it was my phone ringing.
He comes back in the room waving my phone.
It’s YOUR phone!
Oh, uh, sorry!
By then I had a voicemail notification
It must be something critical for someone to leave a voicemail at 5:14AM on Saturday
Well nothing had me prepared for this…
The MOTHERLOAD
Aka Grandma calling from the Philippines
And she’s coming home!
My home
On Friday
She’ll be back
24-7 in our face!!!
Lord, give me the patience!

Hubby had planned to take me for a ride Sat morning!
I was so excited
And definetly needed to feel some exhilaration after the news
that ruined my sleep on Saturday!

So Hubs and I are up and getting ready and at 6:15am on Saturday morning
He says, well you better wake up Teen 2!
She’s got some cleaning to do!
What do you mean, I ask. It’s 6:15 Saturday morning!
We got toilet papered!
I open up my door to see this!
Well not exactly this cause it’s not my house
But it looked like this
A motherload of toilet paper on the lawn
The tree,
Stuffed in the birdhouse hole,
Draped over the cars,
The basketball court
E V E R Y W H E R E
Apparently nowadays, toilet papering your friends
(not your foes) is the thing these youngsters do.
Teen 2’s “friend” had a bday party, she opted not to go
so her “friend” decided to bring the party to her!
Not only was there toilet paper,
But Happy Birthday Streamers
And 2 cupcakes smeared in the driveway!
Thanks “friend” and “friend’s” mom
Come a little closer so I can smear a little cupcake in your face next time!

By 7:15 on Saturday morning
I was working on my biker babe status again.
I was sportin this sweet new jacket
And he took me on the freeway this time!
I thought I was doing great,
Holdin on,
Leaning with him as we made the turns
But when we got to breakfast
He let me know I was being a Motherload!
Apparently I’m still to scared and a bit resistant on the turns!
You can’t blame me though…
one time I flipped us over on a Sea-Do,
I have a little problem with this thing you call…
Grace…
She’s pretty non existent in my life.
So I’m still a little scared!!
Thanks for trying though Babe!

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Mom, you better watch out…

2010-06-04T15:13:00.000-07:00

The Boy says to me as he walks into the kitchen.
You better watch out, he continues,
for Chase, he makes in love with girls.

I’m standing over the stove looking at my little guy walk past me.
What Son, I ask.

He snatches a banana off of the counter,
turns around and as he’s walking out of the room I hear
Chase, he makes in love with girls Mom.
He has 3 girlfriends…Brooke, Ashley, and his voice drifts off as he enters the living room.

He casually walks back in the kitchen and asks
Mom, you don’t want to be his girlfriend do you?
Do you want to marry him?
He makes in love with girls,
And then the final warning complete with eye roll…
You better watch out Mom!
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Breathe

2010-05-27T07:35:00.000-07:00

Before you get all judgemental, I know, I know
He shouldn't be sleeping with us
He should be able to sleep on his own
Yada, yada, yada

In my defense, he slept on his own
from the day he came home from the hospital
til the day he learned that he could climb up and jump out of his crib

Since then, it's been a B A T T L E!!

And Mama's tired!

So we take turns putting him to sleep,
laying next to him,
he snuggles close,
grabs a hold of your hand,
he intertwines his fingers into mine,
and whispers in my ear "I love you Mommy".

But if I fall asleep in his bed,
I wake up sore and uncomfortable.
If he falls asleep in my bed,
I usually fall asleep too,
then I wake up with a foot in my side
and a finger up my nose.

So that's it!

I'm putting my foot down!

I've had enough of this.

He has to sleep on the floor of my room now!
(baby steps people)

Last night I tell The Boy it's bedtime.
He brushes his teeth,
we walk into my room,
and I begin to make his bed
right next to mine.
Folding up and laying out the extra soft blankie
He's looking at me with those sad eyes.
He gives me that pouty face that he's perfected.
Then he starts the heavy breathing, hhhhaaaaa

I look at him.
Don't even begin with your huffing and puffing, I tell him in my stearn voice.

What's huffing and puffing? he asks.

So I show him, the over-exaggerated huff
and the long very loud exhale...hhhaaaaa

If you start that huffing and puffing, I tell him, you can go sleep in your own room.

He looks up at me with his big eyes and then he lays his head down on his pillow.

I cover him up, turn off the lights, and walk into the bathroom and close the door behind me.
I begin my bedtime routine.
Brush my teeth,
Wash my face,
Get a glass of water,
then I tiptoe back into the dark bedroom,
very careful not to step on The Boy.

I hear a little whisper as I'm getting into bed...
Mommy?
Can I breathe now?

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Monstly Wordless Wednesday...Sandwich Monster

2010-05-26T09:10:00.000-07:00

I've created a Monster
4 Monsters to be exact.

I used to yell, scream, huff, and puff all morning long
at the kids to get ready on time
and pick something out for breakfast
If we got in the car and they grabbed candy, fruit snacks, or didn't get anything at all,
I'd be angry with them, well, because, it's brain food!

I'd drive off from their school feeling all guilty,
picturing them there hungry in their classroom,
their little sad deprived faces,
rubbing their little tummies
waiting for the lunch bell to ring.
Dramatic, I know.

They'd come home from school
and talk about how their friends shared their watermelon,
sandwiches, chips, cookies.
Just stabbing my heart with each little word.
Blah, blah, blah, so and so's mom is so much better than you...she makes her kids food...blah, blah, blah...
(of course that's not what they said, but that's what I heard!!)

Then all of a sudden a light bulb went off in my head,
Ummm...hello! Mom, make your kids some food!

And thus, the monsters were born.

Hubby heard the monsters in the making
and now he's become one too.
He usually leaves early, so sometimes I don't get to his in time...
Mustard (and I put a little mayo, because seriously a sandwich without mayo, is just unthinkable!), jalapeno munster cheese, and ham

PB & J
because it was Wed. and the 1st time he received sandwiches for the week.

Mayonaise, colby cheddar cheese, and ham

She used to like PB&J until she accidently got her sister's ham.
She was amazed at the ham sandwich skills her mother possesed.
So now she gets extra mayo, mustard, no cheese, (she prefers pastrami(monster's i told you)
but will settle for ham if that's all we have!

PB & J, just like his daddy's.

Guess that wasn't very wordless...
Happy Wednesday, may your bellies be full, and your hearts happy!

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Driving to Denial

2010-05-20T21:28:00.000-07:00

As Hubby and I are sitting at the dinner table he says I need some soda.
Then he proceeds to say to my surprise, I’m gonna have Teen 1 drive me to the store.

At that point my eyes bugged out and my head tilted like a puppy dog.
Huh? Really??!!

You see, she’s taken the online course.
She’s received the certification in the mail.
She’s begged and pleaded for us to take her to get her permit.
But each time I make up some excuse.
Not right now.
Our insurance is going to skyrocket.
We only have one car.
Or my personal favorite, saying nothing just silence.

Then he begins to call out “Teeeeeen 1!”

She comes out of the room and he asks, You wanna drive me to the store?

Her face lights up and she may even be standing on her tippy toes.
Really? Yeah, sure! She promptly replies.

Now my stomach is turning, my palms are sweating, and my heart is racing.

Then I realize that I’m in denial.
She’s 16 and a half
She’s growing up

My little tiny baby girl that kept me up all night because she would only drink 2 oz of milk every 2 hours…
My baby with the chubbiest legs you’ve ever seen, the one that had me worried she couldn’t hold up all that weight on her tiny feet to walk…
My little toddler who was THE most stubborn, hard headed child I’ve gone through yet…

Is almost an adult.

Wheh…breathe…

We proceed to the car.
Hubby in the front.
I’m sitting in the back next to The Boy.
The Boy is completly excited about this.
I on the other hand, am not.

Teen 1 begins to back out of the driveway
Slowly in reverse.
Looking over her shoulder very cautiously.

She then proceeds to drive down our street.

Breathing, inhale(that’s me)

Hubby is guiding her carefully.

Slowly, very slowly she goes.
Give it some gas we tell her.

I don’t like gas, I’m scared of gas she replies.

At 10-15 miles an hour we creep down the streets of our tract.
It takes us 5 mins to drive half a mile.

Exhale

Wheh…my baby girl drives like a grandma…

For now anyway…

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Mostly Wordless Wednessday...To have and to hold

2010-05-19T06:54:00.000-07:00

from this day forward

Happy Anniversary, I love you.

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I hate it when Monday…

2010-05-18T13:54:00.001-07:00

I hate it when you have so many things you want to write about but just don’t know where to begin.

I hate when you begin to write about these things but can’t finish and now you have a bunch of blog beginnings, but no endings.

I hate it when you’re in a hurry to get to work because you woke up late, forgot to make sandwiches for lunches, rushed out the door, only to remember The Boy didn’t have a jacket until you were halfway around the block. You turn around to get it, and now you’re really late and are stopped by every red light within a 22 mile radius.

I hate it when you stress out the whole drive to work because you’re 10 minutes behind schedule and as you pull up to the only road that gets you to and from your office, you’re stopped by a train for an additional 15 minutes. All that stress for nothing…sheesh… I had time to stop for some coffee!

I hate it when you buy a present for a certain occasion early and hide it away until said occasion, but by the time you go to look for it, you completely forgot where you’ve placed it. You tear the house, garage, drawers, car apart in search, but to no avail. So you break down and decide to buy another gift only to find the first gift the very next day!

I hate it when you’re driving and are in desperate need for a red light so you can jot down a note in a book, pick up the phone you’ve dropped and now it’s slid out of your reach, apply some make-up, but get nothing but green lights.
I’m convinced it’s a conspiracy of lights. Red when I want green. Green when I want red.

I hate it when you have a couple bad weeks with the Teenagers and feel like you wanna pull out your hair, quit, and run away because it never feels like things will look up, you rush home only to feel like 1,000 pounds of defeat, pain, and worry is weighing on your shoulders but you have to put on a happy I love being a mom face on.
But I do LOVE it when we all sit around the table, sit down to enjoy our dinner, and everything returns right in the world. The Teenagers are teaching The Boy girly hand jive games, then they run around, chasing and teasing each other all night…ahhh…what a feeling.

I hate it when I forget to post on the right day!

Mostly Wordless Wednesdays…Ridin’ Silly

2010-05-05T12:27:00.000-07:00

Sissy, take a picture of me!

Mom, look!

Wait, I'm driving...

Ok, hurry, now! Take a picture of my 'nother one Sissy

Look! hahahha

Make a funny face, I wanna take a picture of you.

Sissy, look at me again!

I'm taking a picture of you texting...

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I hate it when Monday…

2010-05-03T14:46:00.000-07:00

I hate it when I fall asleep and I wake up an hour later,
but it feels like it’s been 5 hours,
I look over at the clock…
Relief…
12:00
Still have more sleepy time…

I hate it when I woke up once
then I wake up again 3 hours later,
but it feels like it’s been 5 hours again,
Look over at the clock
3am…
Oh no, accordingly to Paranormal State-
That’s Dead time!
The time when paranormal activity is at it's peak.
I hate it when I wake up every night at “dead time”

I hate it when I wake up in the middle of the night
and it’s dead time
but I have to go to the bathroom
and I accidently look in the mirror
while I’m washing my hands…
(Who remembers playing Bloody Mary as a kid?!)
Oh no, look away, quickly…

I hate it when I wake up in the middle of the night
at dead time
go to the bathroom
accidently look in the mirror
crawl back into bed
but I can’t go back to sleep cause I swear there’s something in those shadows…

I hate it when I’ve woken up in the middle of the night
after I’ve been woken up at midnight,
and again at dead time,
and again cause The Boy has crawled into my bed
and he’s snoring like there’s cooing pigeons in my bed
4am…

I hate it when the sound of the alarm clock goes off at 5:45
after I’ve woken up at midnight,
then at dead time,
then with the cooing pigeons at 4am,
and now it’s time to make sure I hear the sounds of The Girls and Hubby getting up
but Hubby’s already up
and The Girls aren’t even there
snooze...

I hate it when the alarm goes off
and it’s 6am
but I feel like I haven't slept at all…

Happy Monday!

Confessions of a shopaholic...Bitter melon makes me bitter

2010-04-29T14:26:00.000-07:00

I’m half Filipino
half Caucasian (to be politically correct)

When you see me,
you think I’m Mexican.
I suppose that’s what the mix produced in my case.

Which means when I walk into a Filipino grocery store,
they look at me and wonder what I’m doing there.

I usually get the quick glance as I walk in,
that simply says,
Does she know which kind of market she just wandered into?

When I have a planned recipe in my head,
I know exactly what to go for.

However yesterday, I was on a mission for one thing.
One thing only.
A bitter melon.

I walk into the store,
They look at me and look confused.
I look at them, smile,
look at the vegetables,
then look back at them confused.

What in the world does a bitter melon look like? I wonder.

I ask politely, Do you have bitter melon?
Yes, it’s in there.
He points to a fridge full of vegetables,
Long green beans,
Squash,
Eggplant,
Okra,
Cabbage,
And a few other green items.

I look again, trying to figure it out by a process of elimination.
I know what this is,
I know what that is.
And I try to think back about when I’ve made the mistake of biting into a bitter melon.
I just can’t figure it out.

Ummmm…which one is it? My obvious not Filipino enough self asks with shame.

This one.
He points to something that looks like a shriveled up, unripe, green, hardened squash.

Oh yeah, ok. Got it.

Now the smell of fried fish is dancing in the air.
If you’ve grown up with that smell…
You understand.

It makes you happy inside.
It makes you hungry inside.
It makes you crave a giant plate of fish and rice.
It's comfort food.

I try to redeem myself by acting like I know what I’m doing now,
I decide I’ll make the one dish that I know uses bitter melon.

I turn around and there’s the seasoning packet for Sinigang.
It’s a fish soup.
Now my tastebuds are at full attention.

I walk back to the butcher and ask him to clean and cut up some fish for sinigang.
And while you’re at it, fry me up a Tilapia.
(clearly I know what I’m doing)

I’ve got my bitter melon in one hand.
Sinigang packet in the other
My fish is on order.

Cool.
Confident.

Confused.

Hmmm…where’s that guy again?
Um, excuse me…I’m making sinigang.
What other vegetables do I use beside bitter melon.

He looks at me as if he’s gonna laugh in my face.
Then he does!
This little man looks like my grandpa.
And he’s laughing at me.
You don’t use bittermelon in singang, he says with a little chuckle.
Hmph, My Grandma does, I quickly reply.
(so there)
No, she doesn’t, he comes back.
Noone does.

Ok, so maybe you’re right then.

So what soup do I put bitter melon in?

Pinakbet.

Oh geez, I’ve heard of it.

He takes my sinigang packet out of my hand.
Then he hands me a Tamarind packet.

We bicker some more about which soup I’m supposed to be making.
I pick up a few more vegetables that he suggested.

I take a look at the new seasoning packet, it’s got shrimp on the picture.

But I just had him cut me up fish?

It’s ok, he says as he laughs in my face again.

I’m thinking…you know what Grandpa, I’m beginning not to like you!
The Boy and I load up our cart full of goodies.
And head home.

My house is now full fish, vegetables, and seasoning packets.
I’ve looked up recipes for both soups.
But guess what, I don’t have all the ingredients for either…

That’s it, I’m calling my Mom!

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1+ 5 = 6 Duh…

2010-04-28T22:11:00.000-07:00

The Boy is assigned a homework packet
about once a week

Yes, in preschool.
Homework.

This month the focus is math.

His assignment began with tracing the numbers
in numerical order
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Then came fill in the blanks
in numerical order
1 2 3 4 5
What comes after 5? He asks
6.
I looked at him and could tell his little noggin was working hard.
His brows were scrunched.
One hand was on his head.
The other holding the pencil firmly
And I watched as he wrote his number 6

6, he says so satisfied with himself.

The number is 6 Son.

Yeah, 1 + 5 is 6.
I’m so not looking forward to spelling…

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Comforting words...

2010-04-27T07:52:00.000-07:00

As I'm dropping off The Boy at preschool today,
his teacher stops to tell me a story.

She says, Oh, I've been meaning to tell you.
My Grandma passed away last week.
On Monday I came in to school and was pretty emotional.
The kids were asking what was wrong,
so I told them that my Grandma had died
and was now in heaven.

Then she continues,
Your son shouts out...
Oh she's with Michael Jackson now.

Oh my Boy, so young, but so wise in his words of wisdom!

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Motherly love...

2010-04-20T23:11:00.000-07:00

Tonight I came home from work
and slaved over the stove
to turn Sunday’s leftover steak
into Tuesday’s Tantalizing fajita feast.

To even further please my loving family
I decide to make them strawberry shortcakes for dessert.

Seriously, how much better can you do, right?!

The Boy comes over as I’m starting to prepare
He climbs up on the step stool next to me and asks
How do you know how to make strawberry shortcakes?

Because, I reply, I’m a Mom.
All moms know how to make strawberry shortcakes.

Oh, does Sandra know how to make strawberry shortcakes?, he asks.

(You see The Boy loves his Sandra,
she was his babysitter from the time he was 4 months old to 3 yrs old
she reigns supreme in his mind)

Yes Son, I’m sure she knows how to make them.

Then I ask
(because surely he must’ve lost some lover for her,
it’s been a year and a half since he’s been gone
from her daily life)
Who’s your number 1 Mommy, Me or Sandra?

Sandra! he quickly replies with a shoulder shrug

Teen 2’s standing right there with her jaw dropped open
Wow! she starts, How does that make you feel?

Then she continues to further dig the knife in…
Does it make you feel unaccomplished as a mother?

Sheesh...they'll appreciate me eventually right?!!

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Tuesday’s ramblings…

2010-04-20T16:58:00.000-07:00

Remember that Biker Babe jacket I told you about…
Well it showed delivered on Friday afternoon.
I got home and searched everywhere…
It was nowhere to be found…
And is still nowhere to be found…

Wanna know what else…
It was the last one in stock!

Boo!!

Guess that means when we get our money back, I get to go on a new search…
Yeeahhh!!
---------------------------------------------------
Where does The Boy get all this energy from.
Boys are so different from girls.
I had no idea!
Noone warned me!
With the girls, they would sit quietly in their room and play dolls
Watch Barney and dance along
But The Boy, he jumps on and off of every piece of furniture
Wants to ride, skate, skooter,
Do wheelies, pretend the curbs are ramps
Play basketball, football,
Hot potato
This weekend he wanted to help me clean
So I let him spray some Fabreeze in his room while I finished the vacuuming that he started
I gave him a nearly full bottle (my first mistake)
He handed me back a bottle that was only ¼ full.
When Hubby and I headed for his room,
he told us “Be careful, it’s slippery in there!”
scary part is his room is carpet!!
Yep, it still smells pretty fresh 3 days later!
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Teen 2 and I got up early to make a Forever 21 grand opening sale.
They were handing out free giftcards and a coupon to be used.
Too bad the directions only put us in the middle of the city.
A city that I’m not familiar with at all!
Since it’s a new store, it’s not in my GPS
Needless to say by the time we got there, the giftcards were gone!
However, we had the coupon and got some really cute things!
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Summertime is around the corner!
Can’t wait for our Laughlin trip!!
There's NOTHING to do out there
but hang out by the pool
or the beach and lounge
and I love it
Forced relaxation
Whooohooo!!
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Teen 1 is applying for jobs around the city.
It scares me…
Just registered The Boy for kindergarten
They’re getting older….
Uggghhhh….

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Now I know why animals eat their young...

2010-04-15T17:29:00.000-07:00

Because they must’ve gone through the teenage years with a previous litter.

Oh my Teen 1
How I love thee…
but I truly wonder what kind of logic is going on in that brain of yours…

These are downright serious conversations with Teen 1.

She calls me after school as she does daily to tell me about her day

Mom, Ms. X gave me a compliment today, she says.

Oh really? What happened?, I ask
(Ms. X and her have been having issues since day 1 since I'm quite surprised)

Well I asked her if I could bring my grade up by the end of the semester
And Ms X. said, Yes, I know you can do it, but I just don’t know what’s wrong with you.

I'm sorta perplexed?
I reply, Oh really, so that was her compliment.

Yeah.

Hmmm…Ok.
(ok, if that's what she thinks?!)

Then she continues on asking if I would take her to get an application for a job.

We talk some more and I tell her I’m not comfortable until she brings her grades up.

Yeah, well I’m lazy.

Ummm…ok.
(I went on and on with my motherly lecture but I’ll spare you the details)

Mom, did you know that most geniuses were lazy?

No, actually I had no idea.

Yeah, most of them were! I’m like a genius.

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The Bomb

2010-04-14T17:02:00.000-07:00

Every afternoon when I pick up The Boy from preschool
he asks with excitement, Did you bring me a special treat?

No, is my usual reply.

But he still asks with such enthusiasm
day in and day out

On very rare occasion
I do bring him a special treat
(usually because someone brought something into the office
so I grab one for him
shhh…)

On this particular day, someone brought in coffee cake
The extra yummy kind with strawberry filling
And cream cheese topping
Well on second thought, I guess that would be a Danish, huh?
Ok so on this particular day, someone brought in a giant Danish cake.

I heard one of the older ladies say, This is THE BOMB!
As she oohhhed and aaahhhed over this cake

I took a slice, wrapped it up
and fought with my inner demons
the whole hour long drive home
as they continued to taunt me to eat this treat.

I admit, I did unwrap it on occasion
to take a look at this yummy goodness
and I did think about telling The Boy
No, no special treat today, as usual.

But it made it the whole way home.

And when he asked me for a special treat this day.
I said, Yes, I do have a special treat for you today.

I unwrapped it and described this treat
it's a coffee cake Son(yes at that time that’s what I thought it was)
it full of strawberry
and cream cheese
and it is yummy.

I let him open it up and enjoy his treat on the ride home.

I asked him if it was good.
He replied, Yep…mmmm hmmmm.

Is it The Bomb, I asked?

HUH??!!!!

The Bomb.
The lady at work said it’s The Bomb.

What’s The Bomb mean?

It means, it’s the best!
It’s better than good.

Is this the best cake you ever had?

No!!!! (I could hear the "duh" tone in his voice)

Ok fine, I’m old.
maybe “The Bomb” is outdated slang
and Coffee Cake is only the bomb when you’re old enough to drink coffee.

3 days later when he came home from school
He was so excited to tell me all about the cupcakes he made.

They were chocolate Mom
we got to put frosting on top
and sprinkles too
They were The Bomb!

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Mostly Wordless Wednesdays...Cuts by Cousin

2010-04-14T07:22:00.000-07:00

Haaahhaaaahaaaaa

he's cracking up hilariously as he walks down the stairs

Kaia cut my hair

Hahahahahaaaaaa...he continues

We all turn and look at him

and the pieces of hair in his hand

It takes a minute to register...

She cut his hair!

A little from the middle

and a little from the front!

I ask,What did your Cousin say, can I cut your hair?

He nods, she said Sir

and I said SURE, he quickly replies with a big smile.

It's a good thing he just got a new hat!

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Confessions of a Shopaholic…Biker Babe

2010-04-13T17:10:00.000-07:00

Hubby drives a Honda CBR
aka Street Bike
aka Crotch Rocket

I must admit, I think it's pretty hot.

And I wanna be a Biker Babe
I wanna be this hot girl
In the tight jeans
And gorgeous boots
With a jacket that fits in all the right places

The girl that pulls off her helmet so sexy
with all her long flowing hair
Shaking and falling

to land just
P E R F E C T…

www.bikerornot.com/eviestreasures

This past Valentines Day,
I asked him to take me on a ride
So I could be that
Hot Biker Babe

However-

The reality of it was
I don’t have a cute jacket
So I had to wear one of his jackets
Uggh…men’s cut
Instead of being tight in all the right places
It’s big and bulky

It’s leather,
Which only means it’s
REALLY HOT (literally)

Then I have to wear his gloves
So now I have man hands to top it off.

I put on my helmet
And I think…
I’m g o n n a pass out….

I am wearing some cute jeans
But the whole time I'm worried
My butt crack was on display

Whenever we would stop at a red light
I would look over and see people looking at us
And all I could think about was
My butt is hanging out!

Oh and before I forget to mention this...

I’ll tell you that my head bumps into hubby’s
everytime we stop or accelerate

CLANK!

This is so not the picture I had in mind.

When I take off my helmet,
I feel like I’ve got helmet hair.

Oh well, at least I've got a cute helmet!

We rode to have breakfast by the marina
Then cruised along the beach

On the way home,
I learned how not to bump heads.

And how to hold on tight and lean with him.

After all the stress and unsexyness- it was fun.

But next time I wanna be the Biker Babe.

Which lead me to my search-

I found Levi’s Skinny Jeans for Curvy girls.
These things are amazing!
If you have a larger derriere
And thicker thighs…
Say built like Beyonce
(wink wink)
These jeans are for you.

And I found my own jacket
No more manly build
This sweet jacket was marked down from $149.99
To only $49.99

At http://www.motorcyclesuperstore.com/

There's no more though,sorry!

Although I would to have one of these sexy things...

This beauty is $239.50,

I just couldn't bring myself to pay that much for something I'd hardly wear.

This sexy curvy thing might need to get a savings started for $157.99

Now if I only I can find some new boots!

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Hot Chocolate Lava...

2010-04-11T20:46:00.000-07:00

Twas a gloomy Sunday-

all day...

Teen 2 suggested some Hot Lava

some Hot Chocolate Lava

Molten Lava Cake...

thou shall gather all the ingredients

then melt the chocolate into lava
and whip in the mayonaise
(yes I said mayonaise)

next pour in the chocolately cake batter

then crack the eggs

and thou shall

whip it good...

but don't get caught with your fingers in the batter...

fill thy metal tins with this chocolately goodness

then wait patiently...

before the hot oven...

after the hot oven...

mmm....

enjoy

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Home coming...

2010-04-09T17:06:00.000-07:00

Hubby went straight from work to dinner
with an old friend the other night.

I have no problem with it.
The Boy on the other hand is a different story.

I was able to keep him busy most of the night
shuttling him and the girls from store to store
as we ran errands.

But anytime he had a free moment,
He would start in with the questioning,
Where’s Daddy?
When is he coming home?

I would reply, Daddy went with a friend.
He’ll be home soon Son.

Shower time came and went.

He wanted to call his Daddy.
I let him send some text messages and smiley faces.

Then it was bedtime.

I put him in his bed,
turned on the TV,
and sat at the computer desk across his room.

He watched TV for a while
Then I heard the unhappy exhale

Hmmpphh…

He began as he lay there on his pillow
looking up at the ceiling
with one leg crossed over the other…

I think Daddy’s gonna spend the night at his friends house tonight.

What’dya say Son?

I think Daddy’s gonna spend the night at his friends house tonight Mom.
He’s not coming home, he continued on with such disappointment.

I chuckled, Yes, he’s coming home Son.

It seemed almost instantaneously
that we heard the roar of Hubby’s motorcycle

He jumped up outta bed
and ran full speed to the front door.

My Daddy’s home.
I’m so excited! He shouted!

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Today was a good day...

2010-04-08T20:04:00.000-07:00

The girls are on spring break this week

Teen 2 texts me on Wed and asked if she could go to the beach Thurs.
We had our usual back and forth questioning?
Who’s going?
She quickly rambled off 10 kids
5 girls
5 BOYS
How are you getting there?
The bus

Hmmm…my instincts are kicking in
And I ask for half the day off

I prepare my bags the night before
And ask the girls to make sandwiches
And pack snacks for the beach

How embarrassing…Teen 2 replies
Then don’t eat my food when we get there!

These girls are so funny-
They curl their hair
Put on their make up
Find the right outfit

We’re going to the beach right?!

I pull up to the beautiful sunny beach
with 4 teen girls
And one 4 year old boy in tow

We find our spot in the sand and I’m getting the look…
Are you staying with us Mom? She asks
Ummm…I was, I replied.
But I get it.
She wants me out of sight.

So I plop down the cooler and snacks
And leave the girls in position
The Boy and I settle down closer to the water

I text hubby…I think she’s embarrassed of me!

The Boy wants to get in the water
So we tiptoe in
It’s freezing, oh yeah, it’s only April
He teases the waves as he runs back and forth with the water

The girls meet up with their boy friends
And head back to “their” spot

I turn around and look back every so often to watch them from the distance
And just giggle to myself that she’s at that age
That stage where everything about your parents is so embarrassing

Eventually she comes over with her friends
And they take The Boy into their little click
They bring him into the water
They jump with him
Swing him around

I stand in the distance with my camera
To forever capture these moments

Eventually I get to move in closer

The Boy is now one of their friends.
Here’s proof, he got to tattoo one of her friends
About just how cool he is!

They play football,
Go back in the water,
Boys boogie board
The girls tan

We stay and play for about 3 ½ hours
I'm able to convince them to take a group shot before we leave.

We get home and the girls ask if they can go to a bonfire at a friends.

They begin the routine again,
The hair,
The make up,
The outfits

By 7:40 Teen 1 and Teen 2 leave together
The Boy and I sit at the kitchen table
And watch as 5 teenage girls rush out of the house
They wave good bye

He turns to me and ask for a 2nd serving of Salmon
And an apple for his side.

I sigh…
And am thankful

Today was a good day.

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Think, think, think...

2010-04-08T11:33:00.000-07:00

"Good instincts usually tell you what to do long before your head has figured it out"
-Michael Burke

As those little girls of ours are growing into young ladies,
they must go through the ~~dreaded~~ teenage years.

They will test their boundaries,
Talk back,
Argue,
Debate,
~~Try to~~ sneak around,
Fail tests,
Fail to do homework,
Blame it on the teachers,
Fight with friends,
Break up with boyfriends,
Get caught doing things that they know they shouldn’t be doing…

We will talk,
Argue,
Debate,
Punish,
talk,
talk,
talk,
hug and kiss,
and tell them we love them
even if they did make stupid decisions

We will have to understand that we cannot be the perfect parents
We will not be their friends
We are there to guide them
And teach them
And sometimes we can’t catch them when they fall
But we’ll be there to pick them up and dust them off

We will remind them to go with their instincts,
Because they’re probably right from the beginning…

We will also remind them as I did the other night,
That I love them,
But they need to think of me
“The Beast”
In their face
Before they make a bad move!

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Mostly Wordless Wednesday...Gatorade break

2010-04-07T09:48:00.000-07:00

Sometimes you just have to thrown down the bike

Rip off your helmet

and quench your thirst

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I Said You Were The Bestest

2010-03-30T22:33:00.000-07:00

We rushed home from work to make it to The Boys Preschool Open House,
Then rushed to the store and back home to fill his Easter goodies for tomorrows party.
Fed him dinner and wiped his butt after using the bathroom!
Threw him in the shower (a requirement after said bathroom usage)
He asked me to wash his body tonight which I like better than when he wants to do himself
Because #1 – I know it’s cleaned thoroughly
#2 – he’s in and out of the shower much faster

As I’m showering him, he looks at me and says so sweetly-
Mom, you’re the Bestest Mommy ever.
Awww, thank you Son. I reply.

Shortly thereafter, I tell The Boy he’s gotta go to bed
and he must stay in his own bed tonight.

We go into his room, tuck him in, and shut off the lights.

He looks at me with his little sad face, pouty lip, and says in a whiny tone of voice-
I said You were the Bestest Mommy ever, but you’re not anymore!
You said I have to sleep in my own bed and those are bad words!

We exchange a few words and I work on my computer across the room.
After a while I look over at him in his bed
and think about how warm that Spiderman blanket is looking
So I snuggle up next to him and lay my head on his pillow.

The Boy leans over to kiss me and whispers, I love you.
I think to myself, I must’ve won back my title
So I ask- Am I The Bestest Mommy Ever
He touches his little index finger to my nose and says
Yes, you are the Bestest Mommy…
Because you let me put my booger on your nose.

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What a beginner...

2010-03-09T15:37:00.001-08:00

Santa was kind to me this year and spoiled me with a real camera.
That was very daring on Santa’s part,
considering how my previous camera drowned in an unfortunate event.
And it’s predecessor was killed while falling a few stories to the ground.

That Santa, what a giving creature he is.

I hadn’t had much luck with point and click cameras
And I was petrified of this fancy new DSLR.

I tried to read the manual…
All 472 pages of it
ISO sensitivity control
Active D Lighting
FX and DX
Aperture

Huh?

Let’s try the DVD…snore

Oh geez!

I decide to sign up for the local photography class given by the city.
That in itself is a whole other story,
2 hours of an instructor tooting his own horn constantly
and not allowing anyone to get a word in edgewise…

However, we did take a day trip to the Fullerton Arboretum
(no I will not pronounce that word…I simply cannot)

With my little knowledge and my new toy
We took our cameras off of auto, played around with some setting

and I was able to snap a few cool shots...

Here I was actually trying to get a shot of a bug on the leaf,

didn't get the bug, but thought it was a good one anway

A neat trick is to hold a piece of colored paper to reflect it’s color onto your subject.
You can see the orange paper in the corner below,
Teen 2 was actually my helper this day,
but refused to be the subject in any of my photos. This picture doesn't even begin to do this area any justice

My favorite pic of the day.
Good example of Depth of Field.The Arboretum is full of cactus and desert plants.
This bench is by their lake and running streams.

This truly is a beautiful haven in the middle of the city.
There are so many things to see and enjoy there.
http://www.fullertonarboretum.org/home.php

Whoops, almost forgot this one...
Afterward we got this one in Dana Point.

Yes, my boy is freezing, and we did wake him up from his nap, but it is another cool cool pic.
ps- Thanks Santa Baby.

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Got Milk?

2010-03-08T15:25:00.000-08:00

I stopped at the grocery store and spotted the Yoplait dessert yogurts.
I despise milk, so I must get my calcium intake in other forms.

I normally go for the fruit flavored yogurt,
but after watching the commercials about these things,
(the one with the husband desperately looking in the fridge
after overhearing his wife talk about all the yummy desserts she’s been enjoying
or
the one where the lady is arguing with the dry cleaner
about taking her clothes in instead of out)
I’m gonna give it a try.

I picked up Boston Cream Pie, Pineapple Upside Down Cake, and Strawberry Shortcake.
Sounds delicious, doesn't it?!

This afternoon’s 3pm snack will be

**Drumroll please**

Boston Cream Pie

My ~~not so~~ technical findings are...

110 calories = 2 weight watchers points
20% Daily Value of each – Vitamin D & Calcium
(I thought those were the same thing?!, go figure)

Plus 15% Phosphorus
(Not sure what that does, but it sounds important)

The Revealing…
I open up the yogurt to find to *my surprise*, that it’s all cream colored
So I’m stirring from the bottom up for some chocolate…
Hoping that it's like those Fruit on the Bottom cups
Nope, None, Nothing
Even though the picture clearly displays chocolate shavings
and top layer of chocolate on the cake

You see?!
Do you feel my disappointment people?

Still stirring…
No chunks, that’s good.

The smelling…
Like a sweet cream
No chocolate smell either
*hmphhhh*

The tasting…
Definitely a custard taste
Followed by a hint of chocolate

How do they do that? I wonder…

Then the Aspertame aftertaste kicks in.

Overall…
I’d say that this is an enjoyable snack if you like custard.

Although it does leave me yearning for chocolate and an actual cake texture.

Then again for 110 calories, I can't expect much.

Yes, I scraped the container clean.

Not sure I’d buy it again.

But it is better than drinking a glass of milk!

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Irresistible

2010-03-07T08:13:00.000-08:00

We received a big bag full of Girl Scout cookies this weekend.
The Boy says to me as I pass by
“Mom, if you give me a girl scout cookie,
I’ll buy you a super cute present for your birthday”
“What did you say Son?”
“I’ll buy you a Suuuper Cute birthday present” he says shyly.
How could I resist.

Of course I had to make him eat lunch before his cookie.
So that was my trade off.
Eat your lunch first son and Mama will give you a cookie.

So he sits up in the chair with his plate of dinosaur chicken
and a side cup of ranch
We also share a bowl of Eddiemommie, as he calls them. (soybeans)
He begins to dip his Edamame in his ranch.
The Boy looks at me and says,
“Mommy you should try this”
“No thanks Son. Looks kinda gross.”
“Mom, I trust you. You should trust me.” He says to me in all seriousness
*Heart melting…how could I resist

Then he snickers and smiles..."It is kinda gross, huh?!"

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I’ll take #1 please

2010-03-06T07:41:00.000-08:00

I had the pleasure of taking Teen 1 and
The Boy to the Dr. for physicals the other day.

The Boy needed 5 shots plus a finger prick.
He’s going to start Kindergarten this year
and he’s getting prepared.

The next morning The Boy’s teacher called
to let me know that his arm was really red and warm to touch.

We iced his arm when we came home and
gave him some Tylenol for the pain.
I checked vaccination reactions online and
ran him by the local pharmacy just for safe checking.

Day 2- We iced and Tylenoled before school
however by 9:30 his teacher called to say that he
was still in pain and asking for more medicine.

His whole upper arm is red, swollen, and warm to touch.

We head back to the Dr. to make sure
it’s just a common reaction.

His Dr. looked at his arm and massaged it a little.

He says, well it could be 3 things.

#1- Just a local reaction.
Give him some Motrin and Benadryl for the inflammation.
He should be fine in a couple days.

#2- If his arm begins to swell more and he has difficulty breathing.
Call 911!
Highly unlikely, vary rare.

(ok, seriously?! Trying not to look like a hypochondriac overprotective Mother)

#3- Bacteria infection
If it becomes bright red and is very sore to touch.
Go the ER.

(hmm…ok well those are great odds,
1 of the 3 options is not life threatening)

He continues
I think it’s #1,
but you remember the other two options right
Call 911
Or go to the ER

Ummm…yeah, thanks Doc.

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Reason or Warning

2010-03-04T14:57:00.000-08:00

As a celebration of getting rid of my clunker
and acquiring my sweet new ride
we decided to take a day trip to one of our
favorite little spots
Old Town San Diego
It’s a quaint little town
Where you can watch torillas being made
and eat some of the best carnitas north of the border
View some great old style Mexican art
Crank the machine for your souvenir smashed penny
And the trip just wouldn’t be complete without a stop at the candy store
There are buckets, baskets, and bins full of every sugary confection your little heart desires
Which leads to tough decision making for the kiddies
And, well, with me being the ~~beastly~~ great mother that I am
I want to help The Boy choose the right treat for the ride home
in Mama’s brand new car.

Shall we get the chocolate?
NO way
Or maybe the little candy dots that always sticks to the paper?
Nah

Oooh how bout this?
Lookey here at this candy snake!
It’s red, your favorite color Son.
And the packaging clearly reads:
“DON’T get your hands sticky!”

This, my boy, IS. THE. WINNER!

So we buy this sugary goodness
And I begin to unwrap the treat as we’re walking out the store
all while The Boy is jumping by my side in anticipation.

Gasp…WHAT?!!

Have I been tricked?!

Are you kidding me?
This is one GIANT foot long red sucker?

I was under the clear impression that this was NOT supposed to get your hands dirty.

Well as I unwrapped what I thought would be a toy covered lollipop
Was actually the whole lollipop itself!

I read the packaging to say-
Hey Moms around the world, this is great because your kids will not get their hands dirty!

However everyone else in my family read it as-
(insert sarcastic tone here) Don’t get your hands dirty
heeeheeeheee

So if you come across this sweet treat
And your reasoning for buying
Are those tricky little words…
You’ve been warned!

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Beauty or The Beast

2010-03-02T12:15:00.000-08:00

This past Sunday afternoon, I warn the Teenagers -
I’m leaving for Forever 21 in 10 minutes.
So if you wanna join me, you better be ready.

I did mention, it was already the afternoon – they should have already been ready!

So my 10 minute warning turns into an actual 15 minutes
Which prompts me to a yell out a 2 minute warning,
of course, this naturally means 10.
They know the routine.
We go through this every morning as I threaten to leave them!

We pull up to the mall parking lot after our 15 minute drive.
Teen 2 still needs to change into the extra outfit
that she grabbed as we ran out of the door
because what she was wearing apparently wasn’t “Mall Material”.
I run inside and tell them to meet me when they’re ready.

I meet up with my sister who’s looking for some new winter gear
then The Teenagers join us.
They already have a scowl on their faces and the slump in their back.

Don’t just stand next to me, I say, go look for something.
Well can we get anything? They ask.
Yes, you’ve got $15 ea. Go find something.

And we part ways.

I run into The Teenagers 5 more times while in this brand new two-story shopaholics dream/nightmare of a store while the music is blaring(am I getting old?!)

Each time I see them, the same scowl, the same slump.

What have they found?

NOTHING, they’ve found nothing.

I on the other hand have scored a deal,
so I pay for my cute new dress and we leave the store.

I give them another opportunity,
would you like to go somewhere else I ask as they text away.
I must’ve been in a giving patient mood.

So Teen 2 wants to go into Charlette Russe.
We circle the sale racks, try clothes on, I up my dollar amount and yet again-
I’ve found something,
they found - NOTHING!
Same scowl, same slump

Now I’m feeling torn.
Irritated that they’re not finding anything and still slumping.
But guilty that now I’ve got two shopping bags to their nothing.

Again I offer, another store?
(hey, I got a dress and a blazer for $10 ea, I’m on a roll)

We go to Parrallel- NOTHING
Foreign Exchange- NOTHING
Some shoe store - NOTHING
Styles for Less – Teen 2 breaks down and gets a scarf

We’re just about to leave the mall so I ask out of irritation,
All these stores and you guys can’t find one thing?

They look at each other with that sisterly smirk.

WHAT??!!

Well… they begin.
We like that skirt that Auntie had in Forever 21.

WHAT??!!
WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY ANYTHING WHEN WE WERE THERE?!

We were scared, they say as they giggle.

SCARED OF WHAT?
IT’S PROBABLY A $10 SKIRT, WHY DIDN’T YOU JUST ASK?!

Because….more giggling…we call you The Beast!
We’re scared to ask you anything.
We call you The Beast in a good way though Mom.

A good way? I’m perplexed.

However, I continue to rant for another 5 minutes about buying them the skirts,
and another 5minutes about them asking me to pick up their friend and drop them off at the mall 15 minutes before I have to drive 45 minutes for a surprise party the day before.
OK-
I get it.

So sometimes, I can be a Beast.
Hope I’m at least a big loveable Beast

Thanks Girls.

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What a surprise…

2010-01-19T18:50:00.000-08:00

I picked up The Boy from preschool
and as I’m strapping him into his carseat,
I tell him, Mommy picked you up early today!!!
“Did you bring me a surprise?” he asks.
“Yep!” I reply
“SURPRISE, I picked you up from school!”
“You’re my surprise?”
With a look of disappointment, he continues
“I thought Daddy was gonna pick me up”.

W H A T E V E R!!

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When it rains, it pours

2010-01-19T11:52:00.000-08:00

Friday night began the little droplets of rain as I was in the left turning lane and this ~~clever~~ lady decides that she can squeeze her car past mine whether she had enough room or NOT!
Well she did NOT and she scraped along the side my car as I wailed on my horn.
She didn’t even glance my way.
I got out of my car as soon as the light turned red to confirm, yes, she did in fact scrape me.
As I proceed to tell her, she pulls the old “I don’t speak a word of English” on me.
At first she said she didn’t hit me.
Then she changed up her story to

“You should’ve moved over because I didn’t have enough room.”
That’s how her son translated it anyway.
The light turned green and off she sped.

I should’ve known then that it was time to pull out the old umbrella

cause the downpour was just beginning…

Saturday morning was full of errands and

I was so excited for my first party of the Valentine’s season scheduled later that night.
Had a great party but on my way home, the little droplets continued.
While I was coming down the hill my “service engine soon” light began to flash at me.
(It’s been on for over a year,

we’ve spent thousands of dollars on this car without any real solutions)
When I come to a red light the car begins to idle low and I’m worried I’m going to stall.
I do my best to avoid the reds even if it means making

unnecessary right turns and U turns the whole way home.
As I’m making the turn into my track, everything goes haywire.
More flashing lights and the dash warns me that I should “Check Transmission” too.

Here comes the thunder and lightining…

Monday morning we take the car into the shop and the first thing they want to fix will be $600. Yes, that’s before they check the transmission!

Holy geez, by now I’ve got on my coat and umbrella and some really cute rain boots.
Just waiting for the next storm to hit...

Teen 2 had spent the night at her friends and was walking home,

but the rain was pouring and the wind was howling.

I felt bad that I didn’t have a car to pick her up and decided I’d jump into to Hubby’s El Camino (the fixer up in the drive way)

As I got one house past ours, I was reminded as I heard the clunking and felt the thump of the tire that Hubby had mentioned his right tire was low.
I tried feverishly to put the car in reverse, but it just kept going forward.
I did the best park job I could a few houses down from ours.
I get out of the car to inspect the tire and then it dawns on me…
he actually said…
“These tires are too small for these rims”
Ummm…yeah, the tire was off of the rim!
Then the phone rings, it’s him!
Panic sets in.
Is he psychic??!!
What am I going to say??!!
It poured down rain for the next 5 hours I couldn’t even try to push this car home to hide the evidence!!
Needless to say, I got the silent treatment for a while!

(Oh yeah, Teen 2 looked like a soaking wet puppy by the time she made it home)

The dealer didn’t have the parts in stock,

so I’m rolling around in a rental car for the next few days,

hoping the sun will shine down soon.

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Wordless Wednesday...Reflections of Me

2010-01-13T09:58:00.000-08:00

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Lost in translation

2010-01-12T21:50:00.000-08:00

This evening on our ride home from preschool
we had a few errands to run
One of our errands including picking up a breast pump.
(hey, those things are expensive and they must be passed on)
The Boy begins in with his questions
"Where are we going?"
I quickly reply "I have to pick up a breast pump"
as soon as the words came out of my mouth
I began to kick myself for not making up something, anything else
"A breastapumper?"
"uh huh" I figure, if he's saying it wrong, noone will know. But his translation was pretty close on.
Is this something that I should really correct his pronunciation on?
I think not.
I run into the house grab it, and as I jump back in the car,
The Boy calls out "Is that the breastapumper?"
"Yep"
"Can I see it?" he asks.
So I hold the bag up and show him some bottles and bags as quick as possible.
"Can I hold it?" he continues.
"NO!" I have to draw the line somewhere!

Let's change the conversation Son.
"How was school today?"
"Good." his normal reply
"Does your boss give you homework at work?" he asks
I begin to explain "Ummm...well kinda, I have emails and stuff."
"Where does your boss live?" he continues with the questions.
"In Yorba Linda."
"OUR Belinda?" he asks
"No, YORBA Linda!" I say a litte louder and with more emphasis this time
"My Belinda or His Belinda?"

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I'm too sexy...

2010-01-11T16:46:00.000-08:00

Do you ever have one of those days when walk out the door for work
thinking, hey, I'm looking pretty fly
(this song is playing like a record in your head, I'm too sexy)
You’ve got on a cute top like this…

A pair of well fitted jeans
And your newest and most gorgeous pair of pumps

You know, just a little something you threw together as you flew out the door
(as I do my little turn on the catwalk)

Only to realize that…
Maybe you shouldn’t have stayed up until 1am drinking that wine and nibbling on crackers
because now your pants are too tight
and you wanna throw up from the pressure everytime you sit down
You have to unbutton your pants and pull that girdle down over your button
And you have to be thankful that your gorgeous top is long and flowy
Helping you to conceal what is potentially billowing over underneath it
(but on it still plays...i'm too sexy for my pants)
Thinking…ok, noone can tell, still pretty fly…

That is until you go to lunch and decide you wanna go shopping
You walk around the shopping center in your amazing pumps
Reasoning with yourself that the ladies in NY pound the pavement in 5 inch pumps
so certainly you can too
But as you’re on your way to the little Japanese spot to pick up your spicy tuna salad
(even though you really wanted the noodle plate, your unbuttoned pants are reminding you that you cannot afford to eat the noodles)
You remember that one foot is bigger than the other
And now your right foot is slipping out of your shoe every time you take a step
And you feel that bunion on your left foot throbbing (yeah you forgot about that too)
It feels like you’re walking a little funny but you think it’s all in your head…
(I'm too sexy for japan)

Until…
You go to that meeting full of the execs later in the day and
As you’re walking down the hallway
One of them asks you why you’re limping?
(on it plays as I do my little turn on the catwalk but now it's sounding a little warped)

And then…
You receive a text from your daughter while you’re in that meeting explaining that her school is on lockdown and she’s not sure when she’s going to be let out.
So you rush out of the meeting to call the school and they confirm that the police have put the school on lock down but don’t bother coming because they do not know how long it will last
And you go into the bathroom and cry as you freak out

You walk out to a hallway full of execs that have just exited the meeting
and now your eyes are red and puffy
Your nose is as bright as rudolph’s
Your bunion is throbbing
You’re limping
You’re tugging on your shirt in hopes that noone knows your pants are undone

(so sexy, it HURTS!)

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Ode to My Girdle

2010-01-07T10:05:00.000-08:00

My dear girdle
At first you made me want to hurl

My dear girdle
You hold me in
And keep me tucked tight
It’s because of you that I cannot take one more bite

My dear girdle
When I tell people about you their faces curdle

My dear girdle
You are so misunderstood
They just don't realize that you do so much good

My dear girdle
You make the jiggle stop
And get rid of that muffin top

My dear girdle
We are now daily friends
Especially after that the fabric stretches and the metal bends

My dear girdle
It’s because of you my pants button

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Mostly Wordless Wedness...Photographer in training

2010-01-06T23:12:00.000-08:00

Not only is The Boy training to be the next X Games sensation

he's also become quite the photographer these days

Don't leave your camera laying around

because you just mind end up with a few of these...

That's the Spider Man web sling

in your face!

How about some evidence of his gum chewing

A little peace and love

and yes, he's holding the camera and taking these pictures of himself!

Apparently he watches his sisters too much!

And here's his new bike, he got some good detailed shots

His Zizost pipe as he calls it,

such a man, he's very proud of this piece of machinery

A view of what Christmas looks like at his Grandma's house

I'll spare you all the butts and up the nose shots,

but it is quite interesting to see what the world looks like from his point of view!

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Reflections...December

2010-01-05T21:06:00.000-08:00

With Birthdays, Christmas, New Year’s, and every other reason my family could find to throw a party- I need to make sure I get this December to Remember in the memory books…

aka…my bloggity blog!

So here we go…
Weekend #1
The weekend after Thanksgiving was our first December party.
We were celebrating my lil’ ster’s b-day with a 1920’s Murder Mystery.
It was absolutely magical to see the way everyone transformed into their character from the moment they walked into the door.
The women were dressed in a beautiful assortment of dresses and fur coats with matching hairstyles and gorgeous pearls.
The men wore 3 piece suits, overcoats, and top hats.
Everyone looked marvelous and I longed for days of beautiful people again!

We drank like it was days of prohibition, 5 people were murdered,and there was plenty of extortion going on but it was all in the name of FUN!

Weekend #2
My mom’s annual Christmas party.
It’s a fun holiday party filled with family, friends, and co-workers.
Oh yeah, and lots and lots of food (and maybe some booze)
This year Mom’s BFF (from Jr. High or maybesooner) showed up with her family.
We used to hang out with their family at least every couple of weeks but as we got older and each family moved, it’s been at least 16 years since I’ve seen them last. We had a blast catching up, dancing, eating, and drinking!

We were even graced with the presence of all of the Dollette's, when they're there, it's a party!

Weekend #3
The big Sweet 16 was upon us.
Teen 1 was officially 16 and I turned 31 the same day.
I decided to forego any celebration for myself since Teen 1 gave up a party last year in honor of my 30th.
We had a bonfire for my girl and all of her friends.
They had fun hanging out, making smores, and giggling as girls do!
She was super sweet and surprised me by having the whole party sing Happy Birthday to me instead of her when it was cake time. Very cute, thanks!
The next day we celebrated my Dad’s birthday as well.
He went to see The Grinch show in Hollywood and loved it!
I don’t think he has any pictures with the pan-handling characters though!

Weekend #4

Christmas Eve- My Dad’s famous Christmas Eve chili was shared by all.

We also did our 2nd annual ugly ornament exchange.

I can’t wait to see what everyone’s trees will look like in a few years.It’s funny to see the reaction of the cashier as you purchase these ornaments with a straight face!

The cashier this year asked me if the ornament was made out of the stuff they use to clean toilet bowls with!
Christmas Day – Santa came and dropped off what the kids had been hoping for all year.

They were overjoyed and we always have so much fun watching them.
Then off to my Mom’s house for our white elephant gift exchange with the array of wacky gifts that make their way back, champagne tasting, tip cup, dance party, and King’s cup all before 7pm. It was a doozy that Christmas day!

Weekend #5
New Year’s Eve- This year we did a Celebrities in Times Square Ball Drop! Complete with red carpet, papparazzi, and the celebrities of course.

Alicia Keys, Lady Gaga, Kat Von D, Beyonce, Jackass, Pharrell just to name a few...

What a way to end the year!

In between all of this weekend fun, we also had one Christmas choir show every week for each of the kids, Teen 2 actually had 2 this year. I wish I had pictures, they were all really good!

Except Teen 2 looks like she’s absolutely miserable up on stage…teenagers!!

By Jan 2nd we were all complaining about how full the month was in one breathe, but planning our next adventure in the next!

Can't wait for the next one!

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25 Random Thoughts

2009-12-07T07:09:00.000-08:00

1. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.
2. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.
3. There is a great need for sarcasm font.
4. Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the heck was going on when I first saw it.
5. How the heck are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?
6. I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.
7. I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.
8. The only time I look forward to a red light is when I'm trying to finish a text.
9. Was learning to write in cursive really necessary?
10. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.
11. How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear what they said?
12. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front.. Stay strong, brothers & sisters !
13. MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.
14. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.
15. Bad decisions make good stories.
16. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you've made up your mind that you just aren't doing anything productive for the rest of the day.
17. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don't want to have to restart my collection.
18. I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.
19. I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? D@mnit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?
20. I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.
21. It should probably be called Unplanned Parenthood.
22. I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.
23. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I'd bet everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time every time...
24. It really ticks me off when I want to read a story on CNNcom and the link takes me to a video instead of text.
25. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lites than Kay..

SMILE ---- it makes people wonder.......

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Seeing Stars

2009-12-01T23:06:00.000-08:00

Last weekend we went to see A Christmas Carol at the El Capitan Theatre in Hollywood.

I had no idea how cool this little adventure would be.

I thought we were just going to watch a Disney movie at a fancy theatre.

Well to my amazement, we were smack dab in the middle of Hollywood's Walk of Fame.

(who woulda' thunk I was from around these parts of town)

We find a spot to park in an expensive little garage

and who's the first person we see when we step out onto the street.

None other then Mr. Snoop Doggy Dogg, himself!

Well I just had to pinch myself, I was so thrilled!

I tried to play it cool though...

After all that excitement, we proceeded to walk down the street

and would you guess who flew by us?

That's right- Batman.

He was kind enough to let us know, as he spread his wings wide open, that

he poses for tips.

Uh huh, that's right.

You wanna take a picture with Spidey in this super cool pose, you better pay up!

Bet ya' didn't know that Spiderman wears slippers when he walks the street...

That's so he doesn't leave any sticky spidey tracks.

This guy tried to buzz on past us, but The Boy wasn't havin' that!

He wouldn't let his Daddy step away either.

The Boy has told all his friends at school that he met Bumble Bee in Hollywood.

He comes home everyday to tell me that someone else wants to go with us.

We might just have to take a field trip there.

Michael Jackson was also posing at his star.

Dora The Explorer was backpackin'.

Cinderella and her prince were dancing in the streets.

Edward Cullen winked at The Teenager a couple times!
I know, these are the things you dream of!

Chucky from Child's Play was lunging at people with a knife as they walked past.
The Teenagers went running as fast as possible and The Boy was worried the whole way home that 'that little boy is going to get lost".

Elmo wanted to pose for a picture(for a tip of course)
but when we told him we didn't have a camera,
he gave us a lecture for being in Hollywood without a camera.
(Yes, I'm still without a camera!!)

And to top off our awesome adventure, the movie was in 3D.
I obviously have never seen the commercials because I had no idea!
I don't think anyone else had any idea how scary this movie would be for the kiddies either.
You've been warned!
Kids will cry.
But you WILL look cool!

Word to the wise-

If you're visiting Hollywood soon,

bring a camera

and bring some dolla' dolla' bills y'all!

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Things that make you go hmmmmm….

2009-12-01T07:51:00.000-08:00

Compliment or not-

“Wow, your hair is/ nails are so long.”
This is not a compliment people. It’s a statement. A fact.
How do you respond? Yes, they are long, thanks for noticing.

“Oh, you cut your hair.”
Yes, another statement.
Unless it is followed by a “it looks great”, that is not a compliment.

“Did you lose weight? I almost didn’t recongnize you!”
Really? Did you mean that as a compliment because it makes me feel like I must’ve looked pretty bad before. I know I was chubby, but seriously unrecognizable?

Murphy’s law-

1. Why is that when you are desperate for a red light because 1. you’re trying to finish putting on your makeup or 2. something’s fallen to the floor and rolled as far to the passenger side as possible you get nothing but green lights.

Then when you’re in a hurry you only catch red lights.

2. You’re ready to go shopping, have some money to spend and know exactly what you want, but get to the store and find absolutely nothing that you like or anything that fits.

You go back to the store when you’re flat broke and there everything is- bright and shiny, calling your name with sale tags to top it off!

3. Your teenager begs and begs you to take her to the nail shop. You finally take her but she doesn’t like any of the colors so she says she will just do them at home herself.

Oh well, just means Mama can get a mani and a pedi!
Hmmmm…..

You’re in line buying alcohol for an upcoming party, only alcohol in your shopping cart.
Everyone else in line only has milk in their carts.
Did I look like a Lush?

When your Boy meets a complete stranger he tells stories in complete detail of when he got in trouble and punished.
Hmmmm...Thanks Son.

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Hey Bird Brain!

2009-11-29T22:38:00.000-08:00

Another holiday event...

Another party to plan...

Another reason to make your family members do ridiculous things!

My awesomely creative sister crowned us all with a halo of drumsticks this Thanksgiving

Some of us were overjoyed to be crowned...

Some of us pretended not to be wearing the crown hoping that noone would notice...

Some of us spent alot of time curling our hair and were hoping this didn't mess up the do...

Some of us remembered what we looked like in Hawaii and remembered to do the super cheesy smile everytime a camera was in sight...

Some of us were trying out for a vampire part in a film...

and most of us were thankful for the day and all the smiling faces...

(sorry girls, Mama tried to remind you I had a blog and the pictures would be posted!)

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Thanksgiving Thunder Thighs

2009-11-25T16:09:00.001-08:00

May your stuffing be tasty
May your turkey be plump,
May your potatoes and gravy
have never a lump.
May your yams be delicious
and your pies take the prize,
and may your Thanksgiving dinner
stay off your thighs!

Happy Thanksgiving from our house to yours!

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How to…Not Get Pregnant

2009-11-24T07:50:00.000-08:00

One night The Boy and I were watching the show “I didn’t know I was pregnant”
(while some of them appear to be true surprises,
I think some of those women are just plain -in denial)

The Boy is just as fascinated by this show as I am.
So much so that he asked if we could have another baby as soon as the show ended.

“Mom, I want a baby” he asked so politely.
“NO way son” I quickly replied.
“You don’t want another baby?”
“Uh uh, no way, Mama’s done!” I demanded.
“Well you better not eat a lot of food then.” He began to explain.
“Your belly will grow until it explodes.” (obviously that’s how babies are born)
“Ok son, I won’t.” I promised.

The next night as we’re eating dinner I began to lift the fork to my mouth
But I could feel the piercing eyes of this little guy glaring at me.

He looks at me with a crooked head, one eye closed, and a finger point
“Mom, remember what I told you!”
“You better not eat a lot of food,
You don’t wanna get pregnant?!”

I better be careful this Thanksgiving.

Go here to read about when He was pregnant!

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Change, Renew, Rejuvenate

2009-11-23T12:35:00.000-08:00

We must always, change, renew, rejuvenate ourselves; otherwise we harden.
–Johann Wolfgang Goethe

Whoever said “it gets easier” obviously never had 2 teenager daughters, an adventurous 4 yr old boy, a blended family, and a grandma all thrown into their mix.

Life has been busy.
Crazy.
Stressful.

But who’s isn’t, right?
(Psst…if yours isn’t, please send me your secrets!)

Teen 1 was experiencing lots of stress and anxiety,
which in turn made me stressed and anxious.

Grandma’s unannounced 5 day stay had now turned into a month and a half stay.

Birthday season was steady upon us.
5 birthdays within 10 days in November.
4 birthdays within 12 days in December.

Plus Christmas.

It is so easy to get caught up in life’s daily routine.
Life’s daily trials and tribulations.

Each person dealing with their own problems.
Worry builds.
Resentment builds.
Walls of protection go up.

We were getting to a breaking point,
I was getting to a breaking point.

It was time to take a step back and reevaluate the situation.

We had to make a change.
We had to get back to the basics.

Communication, love, and respect.

Talking.
about the bigger problems
Which once spoken about weren’t as big as they were thought to be.

Hugs and kisses.
They’re so easy to pick up,
to cuddle,
to smother with kisses when they’re babies.
We forget that when they’re teenagers and rejecting it,
that’s when they need it the most.

Respect.
No matter how big,
or how small
Everyone deserves it.

Excercising
Whew…easier said then done
Much resistance, but it’s a guaranteed stress reliever.
They complain, but I know they like it!

It’s amazing how these things that are so basic are easily lost in our daily routine.
But we’ve found them, and we’re working on keeping them in plain sight where we can always see them.

Of course, life’s not all snowflakes and hot cocoa, but we’re enjoying the sleighride.
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Mostly Wordless Wednesday...Friday her 13th

2009-11-04T17:10:00.000-08:00

It's official - 2 teenagers
Since it was a Friday...
she was turning 13...
and the house was already decorated for Halloween
It was a Freaky Friday the 13th Birthday party

fully equipped with a 8 legged creature cake

eyeballs and sweet little black kitties to snack on
brain dip (aka guacamole)

a vat of witches brew for those whose thirst needed to be quenched
bat wings and bloody red soup to munch on for energy
a little bit of luck(y) charm treats
and a preserved brain as decor

more thirst quenchers and spooky scary film lighting up the dark of the night

Muuwaaaahhhaaahhhhaaaaa!!!!!!!

Happy Birthday My Little Pretty!

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One for Me, One for You

2009-11-03T07:57:00.000-08:00

The Boy is a trained shopper like Mama.
He frequently asks to go shopping
Knows the swap meets by name and location
And can even quote the mileage to you
(how he knows, I’m not sure)
If he finds something he likes while shopping,
He’ll hand it to me, and ask
“Mom how much dollars does this cost?”
“Is that a lot of dollars, is that spensive?”
Of course, my usual answer is yes.
He knows spensive = No, you’re not getting that!!

So naturally when we leave to go trick or treating,
He grabs his skull pail in one hand
And his spider man post it notes in the other.
“I’m gonna give them receipts” he says.

My boy was giving receipts to people that gave him candy.
Of course our neighbors were a bit confused by the transaction,
Hubby couldn’t figure what to make it,
but it brought a tear to Mama’s eye!

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Confessions of a shopaholic…Boots

2009-10-28T18:35:00.000-07:00

Ladies, Need I say more?

I think maybe I should change these segments to Obsessions of a shopaholic
I do become obsessed quite easily.
I find something that I adore.
And will stalk that particular item on the internet.
My mind will race thinking of which stores may carry this particular item.
Then I have to make sure that I'm making the right choice.
If I find an actual name of an item (for instance JLo’s wedge sandal-Janelle)
Then that item has no chance to escape my clenches.

I will search coupon engines for coupons to the websites with the best prices.

And just to ensure that I’m getting the best price,
I will then actually drive from store to store, to store, to store just in case there’s a sale that’s not posted online.

Too bad boots don't have a sweet little bunny to boil.
Unless they're boots with the fur! (as The Boy would sing)
Ahem, excuse me.

Fall is upon us.
Wind is kicking up.
And it’s getting ch ch chilllly!
Which means Mama needs some new boots!

Yes, I do NEED new boots.

I currently have 2 pairs of black boots, however since they are pointy, the points are rubbing off.

I think this is there 3rd fall season, so it’s time they retire.

They’re tired.
And Mama’s tired of wearing them.

I NEED new boots.

So in my quest, I will lay out the requirements.
1. MUST be within my price range. (Which I haven’t quite figured that out yet, but with 3 kids and a motorcycle accessory lovin’ husband, it’s not high.)

2. MUST be stylish. And by stylish I mean detail-stitching, quilting, buckles something.

3. Comfortable would be nice. I’ve learned that I do need to have a sole. Shoes without soles hurt.

4. Height. I like my boots high. The heel that is. I’m short, and I don’t want to look more round. So height is good. My current pairs are knee high boots, but I think I may do away with that this season.
The Dr. says the high heel screws up my sciatica, but hey, a girl’s gotta make sacraficies.

I first begin by window shopping.

Check out these beauties…

I know the peep toe bootie is in this year, but not sure if I really want my toes out all winter. I mean this is the time of year that I get to save on pedicures. But they are gorgeous!!

Velvet Angels Peepshow Peep Toe Bootie $215.04

I did have a pair of Nine West like these sassy things (without the buckles) They are so comfy.

They are have awesome soles. Ass kickin soles. Report Loring Bootie $239.90

I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE these cowboy boots. Jessica Simpson Abilene $197.95

I so want a black pair of cowboy boots, but I haven’t mastered the art of tucking my jeans into the boots, so the details I’m afraid would go to waste.

If you're experiencing sticker shock, remember I said, I BEGIN by window shopping.

These are all outta’ Mama’s price range.

I’m also contemplating a pair of rain boots. Being that we probably live in one of the driest parts of the US, it’s probably not a practical buy, but oh how I do desperately want a pair of these. Are these not the most fabulous rain boots you’ve ever seen?!!

O B S E S S E D

I’ve also found an amazing website http://www.shopstyle.com/
All you have to do is type in whatever your little heart desires,
let’s just say “Black patent boots” and viola, everything on all of the internet pops up.
It searches all the sites for you, so you don’t have to go from store to store like I do. (hmmm…then why do I do that, duh?!!)
You can even filter your search by your size, color, store, price range, etc.
It’s awesome.

I did find some great deals that I’m contemplating.

Well when I saw these I actually heard bells!

They're patent. They are perfect. Guess Kalani2 Ankle Boot $95.99

But then again I second guess every decision.

Because so are these. Spiegel Lace Back Tall Boot $59.00
Oh, and then there's that part where I feel like I want to throw up after I spend money
That makes me a little shy to hit the trigger.

Because I went back to shopstyle and found some other great finds within my ideal price range.

Off to run to the store
(just in case they’re having a better sale)

or to the toilet to puke.

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Hey good lookin, whatch’ya got cookin?

2009-10-27T17:05:00.000-07:00

Well I don’t know who taught my kids to be such DIVAS.
As soon as Teen 2 turned 3 yrs old, I was no longer allowed to fix her hair or get her dressed.
She would do fancy up twist in her hair, spray hairspray, she knew how to put clips in better than I could.
She refused to wear anything but ankle socks.
A pure Diva.
But she’s a girl, so that’s understandable.

Somehow, my boy is a Diva too.
He refuses to wear anything but jeans outside of the house.
If you try to put sweatpants on him, he will ask a thousand times over if he’s going anywhere first.
He insist that he gels and combs his own hair and will choose either shark hair (Mohawk) or spikey.
He likes to floss his own teeth.
He knows his Vans, from Nikes, and Jordans.
Shall we call him a Divo?
I’m still allowed to pick his clothes for him though, I think this is because he’s too lazy to wake up in the morning. So as I’m getting him dressed this morning, he wakes in horror as he realizes that I’ve put skinny jeans on him.
I HATE SKINNY JEANS!!!! He demands.
(they were on clearance and all I could find at Christmas, his sisters love to put them on with a skater shirt and his Vans)
Uggghhhh, of course that was all that were washed.
I don’t have time to argue over clothes in the morning.
So he got to choose skinny jeans or shorts.
He tore off his skinny jeans with fury and happily put on his shorts.
Of course, it’s 20 degrees cooler today than it was yesterday,
he’ll be cold but he’ll be happy!

To make my morning even more fun,
I’m reminded that tonight is International Dinner Night at preschool.
Thank goodness Grandma is staying with us.
For the first time in a month, I’m asking her to cook.
She’s making adobo.
It’s a Filipino dish.
If you’ve had it, you know it is mmmm, mmmm, GOOD!!!
It’s very simple to make and feeds a lot of people.
Perfect for the upcoming cold weather.
Give it a try:

Ingredients
4-5 lbs. chicken thighs
1/2 cup white vinegar
1/2 cup soy sauce
4 cloves garlic, crushed
1 tsp. black peppercorns
3 bay leaves

Directions
Combine all ingredients in a large pot. Cover and marinate chicken for 1-3 hours. Bring to boil, then lower heat. Cover and let simmer for 30 minutes, stirring occasionally. Uncover and simmer until sauce is reduced and thickened, and chicken is tender, about 20 more minutes. Serve with steamed rice.

Enjoy!!
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How this week FLU by...

2009-10-26T11:02:00.000-07:00

Monday 1:30 pm – ring, ring…Hi this is Jane from XYZ Jr. High, your daughter is very sick, can you please pick her up.

Being that it’s 1:30 which means school lets out shortly after, plus the fact that she mentioned that she’s very sick, I figure it must be true and start freaking out on my way. What if I get there and she has a fever and sore throat?
How do I know if this is the H1N1 (yes, I can be a bit of a hypochondriac)
Sure enough when I get there, Preteen has exactly that!!!
Since I’m freaking out, hubby suggest taking both Preteen and The Boy to the dr. since he’s been coughing again for the past few weeks.

A short trip later, sitting in an office full of sick kids, and $20 paid in co-payments, Preteen just has a cold and The Boy’s nasal allergies are flaring up.

Tuesday 8pm- I get back from an evening of shopping for 3 different outfits for The Teenager’s choir performances this week and notice that the boy is feeling pretty warm.
I take his temperature and it’s normal.
By 9pm I have to pick up The Teenager from rehearsal and hubby text me that he does indeed have a fever.
By the time we go to bed he’s up to 101.

Wed- stay home from work day. I bleached the heck out of the house, lysoled all the door knobs, remote controls, computer keyboard & mouse, pillows, everything I could think of.
Friday was Preteen’s b-day party which officially made her Teen 2.

Thursday- all seems good in the heavily lysoled household.

Friday- I’ve been fooled by that horrid flu bug.
The Teenager calls at 8:50 and says she’s not feeling well.
Of course being the suspicious mother that I can be, I tell her she needs to stick it out one more period, if she comes home no computer or going out with friends.
By 10am, ring ring… Hi, this is Joan from XYZ High School, your teenager is in the office with a fever of 100.6 and needs to be picked up!!!
Another sick day.
More bleach, more Lysol, and now antibacterial pump by the front door.

Friday night we had a great scary 13th birthday party which officially makes me a mother of two teenage girls!!!
Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!

Followed by dentist appts, show performances on Sat.

Sunday was day of relaxation…

Until Teen 1 came to me with the thermometer at 7pm reading 100.5

Where’s the fly swatter, I need to kill this bug dead??!!

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Who's Arguing?

2009-10-19T07:04:00.000-07:00

It’s funny to watch the way 4 year old brains try to figure out what people are saying.
They translate bigger or unfamiliar words into words that are in the vocabulary.
If you know the The Boy, he questions E V E R Y T H I N G.
To make it even more fun, he’s stubborn so he always believes he’s right.

He would come home from school and tell me the kids at school had “Case of C” for lunch. I thought he was telling me the kids were having quesadillas. So for months, I would grill quesadillas for his lunch. He always seemed a bit confused when I’d wrap them up in foil and put them in his lunch. This week, I finally figured out what he meant.
Case of C = KFC

This kid loves to sing. He will listen to the radio and try to copy what they’re saying. He’ll ask me to sing the songs to him so he can understand and repeat the words.
He loves to teach you how to sing songs too. Whether it’s a song on the radio or one that he’s learned in chapel at pre-school, just ask him.
The Boy’s favorite song is the “I wear Captain Ears” song.
Another favorite is “Why you doing sesame?”
I wear Captain Ears = (Taylor Swift) She’s cheer captain, I’m on the bleachers. She wears high heels, I wear sneakers. Put it all together and “I wear Captain Ears”
Why you doing sesame = (Mariah, of course) Why you so obsessed with me.

In his true Benjamin Button fashion, he swears he’s lived in another house (we’ve lived in the same house since I was 5 months pregnant with him).
Lately he’s really been on this kick.
He tells people we’ve moved.
Or he walks around saying he doesn’t like this house, he liked our other house better.

We pass by office buildings and he always asks his Dad about working in that building.
He remembers going there.
Hubby is utterly confused and will tell him that he’s never worked there before.
He jokingly said, “That was your dad in your other life, not me.”
The Boy responds, “NO, it was you!” so matter of fact.

Right after that dispute, we’re on the freeway and The Boy asks his Dad “Who are those people on those signs. The ones that fix them”
Hubby still a bit confused, says “I don’t know Son. I’ve never done that. It wasn’t me.”
“No Daddy, those signs. Look right there.” As he points to the billboards along the freeway.
I could feel the frustration.
So I jumped in with the technical term “Those are billboard people, billboard hangers…” as my voice trails off cause I really have no idea what they’re actually called.
“Yeah Daddy, Mommy got it right”
Apparently we were in the middle of a game show.
I won.

Then he asks, “What’s that thing in the sky there Mom”
Now Hubby’s playing the sleeping game as I drive home.
“That’s a blimp Son.”
“A Limp? Do people ride in it?” he asks.
“Yes, they ride in the bottom part.”
“Is it soft?”
“No, I don’t think so”
“A Limp, a limp, a limp.” He keeps repeating.
“It’s a Bbbblimp”, “starts with a B, Blimp.” I reply, as I’m trying to emphasize the on the correct pronunciation.
To which he quickly corrects me “A Limp, that’s what I said. Why do you keep arguing with me?”

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Friday Night!!

2009-10-16T16:44:00.000-07:00

Just got paid, Friday night
Errand hoppin', feelin alright
Booties shakin', pickin up the kids all around
Pump that jam, while I'm gettin' down

Check the mirror, lookin' fly
Drop off the posse, get out my ride.
It's Kid's Night Out.
Mama and Daddy are goin out!

Feelin so good, rockin to the beat

Movie hoppin, feelin right!

Grooving yeah, grooving....

(oh, i know you're singing along)

Happy Friday!!

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One Flaw In Women

2009-10-16T07:32:00.000-07:00

Women have strengths that amaze men.
They bear hardships and they carry burdens,
but they hold happiness, love and joy.
They smile when they want to scream.
They sing when they want to cry.
They cry when they are happy
and laugh when they are nervous.
They fight for what they believe in.
They stand up to injustice.
They don't take "no" for an answer
when they believe there is a better solution.
They go without so their family can have.
They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.
They love unconditionally.
They cry when their children excel
and cheer when their friends get awards.
They are happy when they hear about
a birth or a wedding.
Their hearts break when a friend dies.
They grieve at the loss of a family member,
yet they are strong when they
think there is no strength left.
They know that a hug and a kiss
can heal a broken heart.
Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.
They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you
to show how much they care about you.
The heart of a woman is what
makes the world keep turning.
They bring joy, hope and love.
They have compassion and ideas.
They give moral support to their
family and friends.
Women have vital things to say
and everything to give.
HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN,
IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.

So things have been pretty stressful these past weeks.
With working full time, trying to raise these 2 Teenage girls.
Attitudes, Incosiderate actions, want, want, want
The 4 year old who’s getting independent and testing his limits.
Telling me I wasn’t the goodest mommy cause I say mean things like “Go to sleep!”
Dr.s and Dentist appts. practically daily, for myself, the kids, Grandma.
Holding a screaming, squiriming boy down only to have him pull a filling out and have to do it over again.
Trying to be the helpful hand for someone then being criticized and fighting for it.
Sleepless nights over worry and wonder.

It’s hard to be the caretaker, the peacemaker, the reliable one.
Sometimes, a lot of times, I don’t want to be that one anymore.
But my heart won’t let me.

I don’t want to have any regrets when they’re gone.
I don’t want to wish I did more.
Had more conversations.
Helped when I could have.

I have inner struggles with myself daily, hourly.

In order to brush it all off and clear my mind,
I went on a drive yesterday.
Rolled down the windows,
opened the sunroof,
had my iced coffee in hand,
and Mariah’s “I don’t want to cry” blaring on the radio
Sun shining down on me, feeling and enjoying the heat of the day,
Singing at the top of my lungs
Then I realized, the kids were right!!

Damn it! I hear that your voice changes as you get older though, that must be the reason!

Happy Friday, Have a good weekend!

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A hard learned lesson in picture taking

2009-10-13T20:48:00.000-07:00

Ok, so I get back from vacation in Paradise.
Just me and the hubs.
We had such a great time.
Can't wait to look at all the pictures and think back on all of the fun times...

Ummm...well that doesn't look so fun.

But that was after the hike, so I guess that's understandable

Maybe it was just a bad picture.

Maybe I didn't realize he was taking a picture.

Oh really?

Well how about this time.

When you're enjoying your fresh coconut milk? you ask

People you don't even understand my level of excitment over this stuff.

I've been waiting for this fresh coconut milk since I was in 4th grade!

I was litterly jumping up and down in excitement over the fresh coconut.

But this look, is just horrendous!

Oh, how fun, you went to a luau too?!

Yes, we did.

And we had free drink tickets!!

I'm enjoying this awesome Blue Hawaii

My level of enjoyment is written all over my face, wouldn't you say?!

Awww...Look at everyone, all dolled up for Mom's nuptials on the beach.

Apparently, all the other girls in my family know that you're supposed to put on the overly excited smile for pictures. Why didn't I get that memo?

Really?!
No wonder that girl in 8th grade wanted to kick my ass for giving her dirty looks!

I blame this one on the angle...

What a perfect way to start a Sunday morning.

Sailing the open ocean on a catamaran.

Breakfast and drinks included! whoohoo
Oh, maybe not?!
How about on a bus?

Nope, still haven't quite pefected it... If memory serves me correctly- I actually thought I was smiling in these pictures!!

Getting closer... There it is!

You big goof! (still working on the lesson with Hubby)

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Volcano Conquering

2009-10-13T06:53:00.000-07:00

Stress + Anxiety + Frustration =

pimples

(volcano sized in case you were wondering)

(taken from seafood punch's photostreatm at flickr)

and sleepless nightsI should be all set for Halloween...no costume needed!

Ok, enough whining...

in usual Janelle fashion, I will dust myself off and laugh at life in the face

Bwaaahhhaaaahhaaaa!

or in honor of Halloween - put on my Dr.'s cap and prescribe positive outlooks for today:

"Even too much sunshine can be devasting, while only with rain can growth occur. Accept both as part of the growing process in the garden of life."Donald S. Neviaser, from The Inner View

"It's not stress that kills us, it is our reaction to it."Hans Selye

"The time to relax is when you don't have time for it." Author Unkown

"Do not anticipate trouble or worry about what may never happen. Keep in the sunlight." Benjamin Franklin

I will also share our real volcano adventure with you, maybe that's where these craters on my face came from, are these things contagious??!!

Our first adventure in Hawaii.

6am hike to the top of Diamond Head Crater

yep, 6AM

(But with the time change, it was like 9am our time, that's ok for a hike, right?!)

Hubby wanted to take a "before" picture.

Apparently, I looked over-joyed to hike a volcano at this god forsaken hour.

This is about the halfway point.

The point where we're thinking...Isn't it beautiful.

Oh Wifey, you're so great for thinking of such awesome things for us to do together!

(yes, i know that's what he was thinking)

The 1st set of stairs Huffing

Puffing

wheh....ok, we're almost there

That was kinda rough.

I read about this part though.

99 stairs to the top.

We're good.

What they actually meant -99 stairs to the tunnelWhich leads to another 99 stairs.

Then a set of metal windy stairs.

Then into an old army bunkerwhich has a couple more stairs. Oh and don't hit your head on your way out cause you only have about a 2 foot clearance

Am I the only one wondering why there's noone passed out on the side of this here crater?

Am I gonna be the first to pass out?

Will they have to airlift me out of here?

Why is hubby on his blackberry?

Whose idea was this again?

Oh that's right, my idea.

Look. at. these. views.

Spectacular.

It was well worth every huff, every puff, and each and every step taken.

(and the week of tremendous pain felt in my legs for the rest of our vacation!)

This is the "after". Not so chipper, huh?!

We came,

We climbed,

We conquered.

Oh wait, now we have to get down?!

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Random Ketchup…

2009-10-12T11:27:00.000-07:00

Catch up…
Whatever, it’s random…

I’m back.
Vacation was spectacular. HOT and humid.
We did tons of stuff, I have tons of pictures.
So many damn pictures that I screwed up my iddy biddy laptop.

My computer genius husband keeps promising me he’s gonna get all the pictures on the big computer for me, so soon, I’ll be able to post some awesome pictures.

Back to reality
Cooked dinner EVERY SINGLE NIGHT since we’ve been home.
Did you get that?!! Every Single Night
Actually it feels good to eat home cooked meals after eating out every meal for a week.
Plus we’ve saved some money, I think?!

The pre-teen is gonna be 13 in 2 Friday’s so we’re throwing her a Friday the 13th party
I’m so clever, I know!
Funny thing is, she hates scary stuff.
She probably hates surprises too
So this should be fun for her! Hahaha
I hope she doesn’t read my blog
This was actually The Teenagers idea (the surprise party part)
She called me and asked if instead of doing a big 16th bday party for herself , we could throw her sister a surprise party.
Gosh, this girl makes my heart melt sometimes!
Yes, I know I’m a sucker.
But hey, when your kids are teenagers and they do something that’s randomly nice, it makes you feel good.

Speaking of b-days, The teenager and I have been talking about being born on the same day again since that’s coming up soon too. And we’ve come to the conclusion that it’s a good thing she was born on my b-day instead of her due date (1 day before) because I only would’ve been 14 and that sounds a hundred times worse than 15. Even though in reality it was just 1 day.

Random I tell you…

Grandma’s still with us.
Hope the water settles soon in the P.I.
It's been a bit stressful, but I am glad that the kids are having this time with her.
Not many kids get to spend time with their great grandparents.
She's old and crazy, but that just means that she's still witty and fiery, and catches onto all the jokes.
Oh yeah, and repeats herself over and over and over and over and over...

My shoulder’s been feeling better, but I’ve been going to the chiropractor every 3 days or so.
He's actually been adjusting my ribs too.
Yes, I looked it up.
It’s legit.
(They even adjust TMJ, I read that too! crazy I know!)
Even though sometimes hubby thinks he’s just copping a free feel!
He uses this crazy looking adjusting tool.

My ribs have felt tight for at least 6 months,
and sometimes if I stretch they make a popping noise.

Apparently, that’s not good!

And since I used it, did you know that Whatever was voted the most annoying word?!

Happy Monday!

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Confessions of a Shopaholic...Vacation Preparation

2009-09-30T12:45:00.000-07:00

Why is that when you’re preparing for a vacation, you end up going broke

Oh wait.

Hubby, if you’re ready this blog – PLEASE STOP!
That was just a joke,
We’re not going broke!
Not at all!

*peeking around corners*

Is the coast clear?

Ok, let’s resume.

Is it just me? Or at least just my family that prepares for vacation in such a way.
I remember being this way since we were little.

Going to the beach to get a tan BEFORE going to Hawaii…guess we were trying to look like the locals.

Do you know how hard it is too find cute shorts and bathing suits at the end of September?
Try spending 7 hours shopping to find summer clothes on a Sunday afternoon.
That’s right 10am-3pm, we hit Forever 21’s on every corner of the hemisphere

Well it wasn’t that bad spending that much time shopping, plus we scored some awesome deals.

Something sorta like this except it's teal, blue, and white with THE cutest rope belt. $10.99

Another dress like this except it's a bright blue blue with a black belt. Also $10.99My only non clearance dress. But worth the $$

(When you buy stuff on clearance, it's no longer online to steal pics apparently)

Plus I got some cute tops and shorts for under $9.99

While at Target yesterday I found the cutest bathing suit top for only $4.98 ea.

I tried it on last night and was so happy that it fit the boobage so perfectly. It surprised me so much that I had to look at the tag again.

Well no wonder, it's a fricken maternity bathingsuit!!! Aaaaahhh....that's totally getting returned!

Next I need to add a little crossbody bag to throw all my things in. I don’t want to be lugging around one of my back-breaking purses while trying to hike diamond head crater.
I got this cute little guy in khaki from Target for only $9.99

Since I had all this new gear, I had to make sure Hubby was looking fly too.
So I spent a couple days buying him shorts, shirts, and flip flops.
Returning shorts, shirts, and flip flops.
And buying more shorts, shirts, and flip flops.

With all that shopping, my feet were a hot mess.
So I just had to get a pedicure yesterday.

But that turned into a mani/pedi...

Which led to the eyebrows...

Which led to the stache...
(yes I know I vowed never to do it again, but I did. I will pray for no rash 'stache)

I certainly couldn't have been walking around with chipped toenails, hangnails, crooked eyebrows, and a moustache! That is so not cute!

With all that done, I think we're finally ready to start packing!!

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How Do I Love Thee...

2009-09-29T09:26:00.000-07:00

Let me count the ways…

When you leave me cash on the nightstand before you leave in the morning. I promise it doesn’t make me feel like you just left a brothel!

For letting me “drag” you to Hawaii on a schedule and letting me hustle you from one excursion to the next, hey we’ll have no kids, we have to be adventurous!

For somehow dealing with 3 estrogen filled little ladies with PMS all AT THE SAME TIME!

For not freaking out when I texted you that I’m on my way home with Grandma and she’s staying with us.

For not freaking out even more when she said she may stay til November!! Or was it December?!

For letting The Boy sneak into our bed in the middle of the night and put his feet in your face, neck, and back. I promise too soon he’ll be grown and we’ll be wishing for those days back.

Sheesh, and that’s just this weeks adventures…

Oh how I love thee...

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Wild & Crazy Friday Night

2009-09-25T20:43:00.000-07:00

you don't nothin' bout wild
and you especially don't know nothin' bout crazy
until you let your 4 year old "cut" your hair

YES, they were really on!

Pregnancy explained

2009-09-24T15:58:00.000-07:00

As we're sitting around the kitchen table, The Boy asks me

Mom, remember when I was pregnant?

Me and The Teenager turn and look at each other with surprise
Are we gonna have another Benjamin Button story?

I think he can tell we're a bit confused, so he proceeds to explain...

Then I just popped out!

To which The Teenager replies, Mom was pregnant with you!

He rolls his eyes, looks at her like she's crazy and says with confidence...

No she was outside her belly.
I was inside.
I was pregnant.

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15 minutes of heaven

2009-09-23T17:01:00.000-07:00

On my lunch break, I decide to take a drive down to the mall to get a chair massage
Because my shoulder, neck, and arm are acting up again.

Yep, that’s right, in the middle of the mall, there’s a store where you can get your massage on

You can choose from their menu:

Chair massage
12 minutes - $15
15 minutes - $17
24 minutes - $24

Foot Massage
5 minutes - $5
12 minutes - $15
30 minutes - $30

Bed Massage
30 mins - $30
60 mins - $60

Now mind you I’m on a lunch break, so I go for the 15 minutes of heaven.

You sit down in this ~~contraption~~ chair
And place your face in the hole.

The girl ties my hair up,
Well she tries anyway while rubber band after rubber band breaks.
And I’m thinking to myself, I hope this isn’t cutting into my 15 minutes of heaven.

Then she begins.

She lightly massages my shoulders
Up my spine
To my neck

Then she gets in good, with the elblows
On one side of the shoulders, and the knots I have aint no joke.
They’re popping and cracking and she grinds her elbow in
I can hear her huffing and puffing.

She’s yelling at her co-workers in her language (kinda like when you're getting your nails did)
and I can only imagine what she’s saying
“What the hell is wrong with this lady”
“She must be smoking crack if she thinks this 15 mins is gonna relieve her pain”

Well ma'am, my insurance doesn’t cover massages, so you’re my only hope
But we won’t get into that!

And again I’m thinking, isn’t this place called Relaxation Stop?
Why are you and your people yelling at each other anyway?
Why are the people in the corner waiting for their friend discussing all forms of Herbalife?
Your friend probably tried to duck into this place to get away from your non stop talking asses.
But you followed her in here and won't shut up!
Doesn’t anyone realize this place is called Relaxation Stop for crying out loud??!!

I’m trying to enjoy my 15 minutes of heaven.

Back to the massage…
She takes my arm in this Figure 4 lock, you remember from the old WWF days.
And locks it in behind my back, while she again digs her elbow in my shoulder muscles.
Then along my spine.

Now I’m thinking, this has definetly gone over the 15 minutes
And she hasn’t even moved on to the other side.

What if my time is up?
what’s she gonna do?
Is she gonna kick me out of the chair?
The other side hurts more!

Well thank goodness, on she moves to the other side.

And again with the popping and cracking of my muscles as she massages
and does her elbow grinds
then the Figure 4 arm lock
with the additional elbow grinds.

After that she proceeds to dot my back with this ointment from her magic green bottle.
I can smell the menthol (reminds me of grandma's salonpas)
and she rubs it in
one side then the next
then works it in with the forearm
along the muscle
But I do notice that she can't decide whether to massage under the shirt (cause it's a scoopback)
or on top of the shirt
Then her cleverness decides to pull my shirt up over the ointment and massage
and here I go thinking again...
Ummm...doesn't she realize this is my new shirt for vacation?
She better not be getting my brand new "silk" shirt full of stains
and she rubs and rubs the ointment in with MY NEW SHIRT!
I begin to imagine walking outta here smelling like an asian massage parlor
with ointment stains along the back of my shirt.

Now you know you’re just about done when the start to slap ~~the crap out of~~ your back.
All along, up and down

That’s when I realize that my face is so far in this little hole that my lips are starting to tingle and I might just be cutting off any circulation.

So I wiggle my pinkie, and yes, it’s tingling too.
I’m thinking, great, I’ve cut off circulation to my whole body with my head in this contraption.

I’m also thinking, I’ve gone over my 15 minutes, how much is she gonna charge me now?

I look up and yes, 25 minutes has passed!
Yikes!!

Wasn’t this relaxing?!
I mean I know I certainly described it as relaxing!

She rings me up $17, plus $3 tip,
ahhhh...
that was relaxing!!

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Mostly Wordlless Wednesdays...Mama's Boys

2009-09-23T08:25:00.000-07:00

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Love is…saying you're sorry

2009-09-22T09:48:00.000-07:00

When you realize you’re wrong

Even if you had a long frustrating day at work
Even if you checked the kids grades
(because now you can watch over your kids like a hawk)
you weren’t too happy with what popped up on the screen.
Then your drive home felt like an eternity

And you asked someone to do something but they questioned you.

Even when you got home you were steamin' mad and frustrated
And took phones away
And yelled
And punished
And yelled

Then while cooking dinner you realized that you were being too harsh
And the punishment didn’t fit the crime
And sometimes it’s ok for them to question you if there’s good reason.
Because you wish you would speak up and question and confront things when you feel they’re wrong, not just agree and comply because it’s authority.

So you breathe.

Then you say…I’m sorry.
even if you have to say it to your kids.

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Confessions of a Shopaholic...Seconds Please

2009-09-18T10:51:00.001-07:00

My BFF told me this secret…
so kept it on the DL just in case they find out that we know the secret.

Did you know that you can get a refill of Starbucks Iced Coffee or Iced Tea?
For only 50 CENTS!!!

I know, I didn’t believe it either.

No matter what size, she tells me- tall, grande, or venti!
Well then it must be a plain iced coffee, you must be thinking?!

Nope, she says.
Venti Iced Coffee – with half and half, vanilla sweetener, and 3 splendas!!

Now I won’t tell you that she said, it doesn’t even have to be on the same day.
And I won’t tell you she said sometimes she takes her cup home washes it then gets a refill the next day...She did not tell me those things!

Hmmmm??!!

So I tell hubby, he’s willing to be the guinea pig.

Well sure enough, he called me yesterday Super Stoked because
IT WORKED!!!

Ok…remember…shhhhhhh
****************************************************
For another round of seconds, I will proudly raise my hand and say,
Yes, I do shop at thrift stores and will buy used clothes on ebay.

A few of my great finds.

Oscar De La Renta silk scarf - $2.50 (thrift store)

American Eagle Blazer – was marked $4.99 but it was ½ off that particular colored tag that day…so it was another $2.50 gem!
For my beachy vacation, a pair of high waisted Guess shorts - $8.00 on ebay

If you think a thrift store is uncool, check out “Vintage” shops, which really is just a fancy term for thrift store.

Buffalo Exchange is one that comes to mind, and it looks like they have locations all over the US.

I got an awesome pair of almost new Banana Republic trouser jeans there for $9.00

The girls got an arm load of stuff last summer.
I think we walked out with about 10 pieces one day for only $53.

I always find pants for The Boy at Children’s Orchard, a consignment shop (yes another fancy term for thrift store) They also have locations throughout the US.

The Boy tears through his jeans so fast.
You can usually find Old Navy, Gap, and Levis.
Sometimes I find pants with tags still on them still for only $3.

See, asking for seconds is nice on your wallet!

Happy Shopping People.

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You promise?

2009-09-17T09:19:00.000-07:00

I think my little Benjamin Button is seeing into the future, or is it the past?!
Either way, it's a promise I wish I could keep...

The Boy: Mom I want to stay a little kid forever ever ever.

Me: Me too Son.

The Boy: I don’t want to grown up and be a daddy.

Me: Me either Son.

The Boy: You promise Mom.

Me: I promise.

The Boy: Are you just kidding? Or are you on purpose?

Me: I’m on purpose Son.

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