Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Isn't it great when you write a post and think, "Man, if only they could all be that good"?!! I want to give the new "MckLinky" system the old college try, so I thought, let's link up!! Let's share our own favorite post, the post you are most proud of!
My own fave post is my "Belly Fat" post, or maybe "My Grandpa and the Pot Plant" (ugh, you know me, I'm terrible at making decisions!)...I love a funny story, and I love making people laugh! Check 'em out!
Now, it's your turn! Link here to your own fave post so we can all read it! For those of you unsure about how to do this, just click on the title of your favorite post, copy the URL from the address bar, then link up below (enter your name and then paste your URL that you copied into the appropriate box! Easy peasy, right?!)
One set of perfectly good saddle bags, slightly hail damaged, but in overall good shape. They have served their owner well, keeping her warm in the winter, but they have overstayed their welcome. Owner feels she needs to get rid of this excess baggage, so, for the right price, they're yours. She'll even throw in a lovely muffin top for free.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Oh, and the "Orren Emu" mentioned in the title? Well, turns out Tara had a super fun iPod playlist for us to enjoy on the way up...songs to reminisce of the days gone past (think "Veggie Tales")...and a fave..."If I had $1,000,000". All of us were randomly spewing out verses from this Barenaked Ladies song as we traversed along Lake Superior. We were visiting Split Rock Lighthouse when Tara says, "Wouldn't it be great if there were a man named 'Orren Emu'?" and I thought (say this in a whisperyish voice to yourself to get the full effect) "Wow. That's weird and random" but said out loud, "Uh huh. Yup, sure!!" Fast forward, oh, say, about 3 hours...I was singing (very loudly and off key) to myself "...I'd buy you an exotic pet. Yup, like a llama, or an emu!" When I stopped mid step (nearly tripping over my own two feet) and doubled over in laughter..."Oh, I get it now!! Orren Emu!!! Or an Emu!!" Uh, yeah...joke's on me now!!!
...gorgeous scenery (Gooseberry Falls):
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Remember when I posted this about training? So, um, well...turns out that that was the only training I did. Yeah, I know, crazy and, possibly, even stupid. When I committed to running it with my girlfriends (oh, what, 8 weeks ago or more!!) I had plenty of time to get in shape and train for it...but, alas, my ambition and will power (or lack thereof) kicked me in the rear (or, ah, actually, didn't kick me in the rear) and I would think..."Monday. Yes, I'll start training on Monday." Well, somehow, Monday always came and went. But, my stubbornness refused to let me back down. "I will run this race, even if it kills me!" And I did!! Finished in 37 minutes (yes, yes, I know that is more than a twelve minute mile...you don't need to remind me!)...but I did it!! And I finished, and I even did a little celebrating last night for my 10 year college reunion. Not too shabby (again, if a little stupid) if I do say so myself!
Question is: Was it fun? Um, the jury's still out on that one. Ask me tomorrow (when the pain sets in), I'll probably tell you no...but for now, it's just maybe. And maybe, just maybe, I'll even do it again! 'Cept I'll be a smidge wiser next time!
Friday, June 26, 2009
And the winner is (drumroll please....):
"Oh my word, MckNugget went swimming with out his shorts?!?!?! Small Fry you have got to tell me more!!!" by The Silva's (contact me via the e-mail link on the right to claim your prize!!)
I could not contain the giggle that escaped me every time I read that...for those of you unfamiliar with MckMama (ahem...is there anybody unfamiliar with her?)...check out what that caption is referencing here!
And I can't help but mention second and third place as well (sorry, no prize...wish I could, but, alas, I need to feed my children, not pay for prizes!!):
"Seriously?!?! You're a registered democrat?!?! You are the weakest link. Good-bye." by Sandy Hop (big giggles from this entry too...staunch Republicans in this household!!)
"But I'm the princess! You don't tell the princess to calm down! When will you people learn?" by Emily (Tiny Girl's personality to a 'T'!!)
I, seriously, seriously, loved all of the entries...they were great! There were 20 entries (19 comments, 1 via e-mail)...thanks so much for participating! Who doesn't love a fun contest?
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Tiny Girl found herself in possesion of her daddy's old cell phone...and, somehow, she knew just what to do with it! I loved hearing her little baby babble, with some coherent words thrown in here and there: "Hi, Daddy! Dikka, dikky...puppy!" and a few giggles tossed in for good measure!
By the looks of these photos, she sure seems to have been having quite the conversation with someone...if this is any indication on how she will handle future boyfriends, then I can rest assured that this girl will be able to hold her own (yeah, like I had any doubt in the first place!).
"Why, you dirty, rotten..."
And, now, for the contest part! I want you to tell me what Tiny Girl is saying to the poor soul on the other end in this photo!
The one with the cutest, wittiest, craziest caption wins! Contest ends at 12 noon, Central Standard Time on Friday. Good luck!
I sat snuggling Tiny Girl after her nap, she drinking some juice, I holding her on my lap. I felt something warm on my lap, filling her diaper, and said "oooh, good girl, you went potty!" (potty training always in the forefront of my mind), wanting her to be aware that she went potty. I reached down to pat her bottom as I said this...only to come away with a wet hand. Somehow, said potty did NOT make it into her diaper, but rather, was now all over my lap...running down my legs!!! Must have been the angle she was sitting...'cuz her diaper was no where near capacity!!
So now I sit...with wet shorts...wondering "do I change, or just let it dry?" A mother's
10 years...10 stinkin' years ago I graduated from college. Why does it seem like just yesterday, and yet, a lifetime away all at the same time? Man, time really does fly when you're
Come Friday (at "Reunion"), Tara and I will be partying with Boogie Wonderland, a throw back to a night I'd just as soon forget (but know she'll never let me live it down!)! This is she and I at our last night out together. We all know how that night turned out...ahem.
And (oh, my gosh, they'll kill me if they see this) here's our boys recently:
Wrestling in their footy jammies (a.k.a "walkin' feets" around this household!), another throwback to old times! They were just wee lil' lads when they first met...look at 'em now, fighting like brothers (in footy jammies). It's great!
And about those two young girls? Well, they aren't so young anymore, and those sweet baby boys? We often catch a glimmer of them somewhere in those great big boys! Here's to our North Shore Reunion Roadtrip, 2009!!!
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Chubby baby cheeks, newborn baby smell, a surprise hug from the man you love, random silliness, a great laugh, an even better cry, the smell of fresh rain, warm sun on your cheeks, swimming under water in a lake, a bugfree campfire, an occasional girl's night out, a best friend, your mom, your grandma, your kiddo's "I love you, Mom", baseball chatter, Bomb Pops, Sour Patch Kids, the miracle of birth, witnessing the awe of that miracle, prayer, your dad, your grandpa, crazy brothers, a great pair of new shoes, the song "Jack and Diane", a great book, a new haircut, the first snow, the smell of spring, the sight of autumn, date night, realizing you have helped create some pretty fantastic kids, life and life itself.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Someone, PLEASE, smack me upside the head the next time I think "going to the mall" constitutes summer fun and remind me what real summer fun is!! Lesson learned.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
That's my dad, with E.W, who, I am very relieved to say, is feeling much better! Not quite, but almost, his sunny self again! But, I digress...funny little Dad's Day story...I was talking with my littlest bro J. (well, he's not so little anymore, but, you know, he's the baby!)...so, anywho, he was in charge of picking up our dear dad's gift. We were all sitting around the table (my dad one chair down) and J. and I were discussing the gift (a golf club...I know, how boring!! I mean, at least we could've gotten him some cute golf shoes or something!!). So, I said to J. "Did you get a C-A-R-D?" Then realized how ridiculous I sounded as my dad was right there, so I said, "You know, 'cuz he can't S-P-E-L-L!!" Ah, yeah. Can't tell I have young children!
Saturday, June 20, 2009
It's been "decided" that the source of this illness is some bug in his throat...not strep ('course not, that'd be too easy!), his white blood cell count was down, but his CRP (test for inflammation) was elevated slightly since yesterday...so, round two of antibiotics (once again, delivered via two shots in his thighs). Unfortunately for him, he knew what to expect this time around, so I think he tensed up his legs, as today's shots seemed to bother him much more than yesterday's.
I'm just very grateful that we've been able to "manage" him as an outpatient and have avoided the dreaded hospital stay! Still awaiting some culture results that may (or may not) change the course, but for now...I'm very happy with his progression! Thank you ladies for your concern!
Friday, June 19, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
With that said, however, I almost did not survive a storm one night. Not because of bodily injury, but because I think I nearly had a heart attack. Here's the story...
It was the eve before our annual "Valley Fair" excursion (think Disney World...like 1 teeny, tiny little smidge of Disney World...but, hey, we gotta take what we can in MN!)...so, 'twas the night before Valley Fair when all through the house (okay, I'll stop with that now). So, anywho, a storm was brewing...very unbeknownst to those of us sleeping soundly in our beds...when out of the
I'm not sure how exactly I did it, and I'd love to have seen video footage of it, but somehow I made it over the bed and out the door to the children's rooms before Mr. Wonderful even had his terrifying sentence out of his mouth (he, ahem, sleeps closest to the door...I think I must have plowed him over to get past him!).
Let me tell you something else...in addition to being terrified, I had to make a decision...which of my bunk bed sleeping boys to I grab first? Arrgghhhh, that was AWFUL! I decided to go for the smaller, knowing I could get him down and be back up quickly...so, scoop and run and I was off to the basement...where Big A was already asleep on the couch (it was cooler downstairs!)! Imagine his surprise to be have a little brother thrown on top of him and a frantic mom telling him to "WAKE UP!!! There's a big storm!" Then off I was again, this time to get E.W. It was on this trip upstairs that I met Mr. Wonderful with our two girls, holding baby, dragging/carrying Miss E...but rather calmly, in fact, looking at me like I was a bit of a wacko. Didn't faze me a bit...I railroaded right through them, muscled E.W. out of his top bunk, barreled past hubby and the girls, down the stairs, where I sat on the couch and could literally see my heart beating through my chest. I think I may have been hyperventilating, I'm not sure, I was too busy reliving the life flashing before my eyes.
So, Mr. Wonderful makes his way down, where it is about 2 am and we have 5 very awake children, watching a delightful display of lightening and hearing some thunder. Turns out, Mr. Wonderful was awoken by the crack of thunder from a very deep sleep and was, um, a little out of sorts.
I don't think I fell back asleep that night...I don't think my heart slowed down 'till morning, at least...I don't think I'll trust my quickly awoken husband for anything anymore!
Dead beat dads.
Dogs licking my hands unexpectedly.
People not being respectful of my time.
Mosquitos buzzing in my ear.
Our "sue-happy" society, which has, in turn, made people afraid to help.
Tramp stamps (they may be sexy when you're 18, but once you reach 30...they just look, well, trampy).
Lost mucous plugs.
A Few of My Favorites...
Warm morning snuggles.
A newborn's smell.
Being a part of someone's labor and delivery.
The song, "Hey, I Love You" (Michael Franti and the Spearheads)
Quality time with my teenager.
Mr. Wonderful's way of loving me and our children.
McDonald's Iced Coffee.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Mix all together, serve with your favorite tortilla chips (or, perhaps, just a spoon?), and enjoy! You can thank me later.
In other news...it was a day for a milestone! Rolling over, crawling, walking, talking...they've got nuthin' on this...my teenager called Wal-Mart, all by himself to see if they had a Wii game. I know. I can't believe it myself. "Weirdness" and "embarrassment" aside, he survived...and you know what? I think he's all the better for it (even if he thinks I'm mean for refusing to do it!)! So, a big round of applause for Big A!
Oh, and stay tuned! I'm brewing a giveaway...and it has to do with reading (my other escape, you know, besides blogging). I'll keep you posted!
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
That is until after lunch (which, mind you, we were on our way to a meat market an hour away to pick up one and a quarter beef...uh, yeah...that's a lot of cow.), so, anywho...we're on this lovely road trip (think 5 kids, my mom and I in our van...yeah, lovely, ahem), when Mr. E.W. proceeds to throw up (in a bucket...thank goodness!! Have I mentioned, yet, that this was a lovely road trip?).
Little man seems to feel a bit better...we get previously mentioned beef, divvy it up for Mr. Wonderful's office and continue home, where E.W. now proceeds to go down-hill...stopping only for a Mr. Freeze on the way down. So, freeze down, and right back up again.
Nurse in me ticking of symptoms (headache...check! fever...check! sore throat...check! vomiting...check!)...gotta be strep. One phone call and one appointment later and we're sitting ourselves in the clinic. Convenience Care, they call it (ha, HA! And not our regular clinic). Nurse Practitioner comes in, assesses E.W. (strep negative), focus changes to appendix (her focus, not mine). To the hospital for labs (including a registration that took forEVER--again not our regular hospital)...back to the clinic to sit. White blood cells high...back to the ER for CT scan? surgery?
Nurse in me (usually worried, nervous, second guessing myself) scoffing at this "new" focus...NO symptoms of appendicitis (other than the fact that when she was mashing on his belly, he slightly said it hurt).
In less time than we spent at the clinic, we are in and out of the ER, with the MD agreeing, this is not appendicitis. "Encourage fluids, take it slow."
Me...tallying up the bill in my head...
All this for a strep test!? Humpf!
Next, the chocolate...
And, finally, the perfectly toasted "mallow"...
Then, voila! Your masterpiece! (eat with grimy paws at your own risk)
And, for good measure, a cute photo of E.W., enjoying the outdoors nearly as much as his daddy!
(Now, just try and tell me you're not craving a s'more!)