Monday, August 31, 2009

Urgent Memo

Memo


To: Those in this household who stand when they pee

From: Those in this household who don't

Urgent action must be taken immediately! We seat dwelling creatures would prefer the luxury of sitting on a seat that is dry...free from pee!

If you find that it is just. too. much. to lift the seat and pee...please, please do your best to aim, and get the pee in the water. Please.

Your cooperation will be much appreciated.


Wedding Dresses and Ghost Stories

So, when I posted this photo before, some of you asked to "hear the story"...well, I'd tell ya, but I'd hafta kill ya...well, okay, it's just that, well...there's not much of a story (believe it or not!) behind the wedding dresses, that is. But, I do have a little ghost story, that I can share...with no bodily harm to you.

But first, the "story" behind the wedding dresses...

So, when we went on our "un-family reunion", we stayed in a place (that used to house a bunch of nuns and a monsignor) that was owned by five women. When five women collaboratively own, well, anything, the outcome is bound to be fantastic! Not a detail overlooked, these women thought enough to supply some wedding dresses, for children and, ahem, apparently men, to try on and have fun with!

And have fun, we did!! I'm just bummed that the pic with Mr. Wonderful in a dress is on someone else's camera...I've got an email in to my aunt, in whose camera said photo resides, we'll see if I can get it!

My brother:
Good ol' Gram:

So, while the wedding dress story is quite, well...anticlimactic, I do have a fun ghost story to share with you. You know, if you believe that sorta thing, which I'm not sure that I do...but...

So, this place we stayed, turns out the monsignor died at the kitchen table. My grandparents were the first to arrive, and Gram needed to take a nap. She set her eye glasses and a glass of water on the nightstand next to her. They (gram and gramp) got the only room with air-conditioning and it's own bathroom...certainly fit for a monsignor, no?

Well, after her nap, she was confused to be unable to find her glasses and water. She, my grandpa and my cousin searched the room high and low...nothin'. No glasses, no water anywhere in that room. Then...they found them...(insert creaky doors, spooky music and witchy cackles here) in a room where grandma had never been!!

But, that's not all! The next night, I came in from outside...to find my sweet grandma resting her weary head on the couch. She tells us, she went to bed, was laying there when the bed moved a couple times...like the mattress bounced a bit. She didn't believe it the first time...then it happened again! She couldn't take it anymore, so she decided to get up and wait for grandpa to come to bed.

Well, we girls who were left up talking, laughing, having a couple of drinks...we had a heyday with this!!

"Ooh, the monsignor likes gram!!"

"Yeah, such a pretty lady she is...he picks her to give his attention to!"

And so on and so forth...giggling, joking, carrying on. And then...the lights flicker!!! Spooky!! Only thing is, you scare a group of women, and it just gets worse!!

Suddenly, the light dawned...

"Wait!! This monsignor? We've got it all wrong!!" speculates somebody (I'm not sure who, too much talking going on!!).

"He's a Catholic priest or something, right? He's just keeping his vows!! So, first gram sleeps in his room...he moves her glasses and water, a gentle 'Get out of my room, please' from him. Then, poor guy, grandma probably crawled right into bed with him! He was probably trying to discreetly inch his way out of the bed, and the bed moved a bit! He was probably thinkin' 'Geez, this woman won't leave me alone!!'...!!"

Oh, it was fun! Lot's of shrieking, scared, goofy women...speculating about the monsignor and gram!!

I sure love a good ghost story!

And this, my friends...was a whole 'nuther post!

Sunday, August 30, 2009

The Tree House Chronicles--Day 21

'ello!! This edition finds us completing week 3 of "Operation Tree House"...and, mission not accomplished!

Progress is being made, hard to tell, but it's there...'member my perfectionist of a hubby? Yeah, the floor wasn't quite right before, so this week was all about floor revisions!

Today, there was much power tool use...I think Mr. Wonderful just likes to use big tools, so he drags out these assignments as long as he can.


Lesson #1 in life, "Never get between a man and his WD40"...'cept that can kinda looks like a coke, doesn't it?


So, while it appears as tho' not much headway has been made since last week:



In reality, there has been some work! (Of which, apparently, you'll just have to take my word!) My prediction is that next week, we'll see some wallish type structures taking shape!!

And, if not...at least my children have a platform in the woods on which to play.


Cheerio!



Saturday, August 29, 2009

Saturday Fun

Since Saturdays tend to be a little, well...mellow around these parts (our home and the blogging world), I thought I'd throw up a little post of some fun photos (ummm...that came out wrong. I won't vomit anything, I promise!!!).

Here you go...enjoy!

One cool chick!


Fun (or something) at the zoo!


Oh, Dear God!!! I hope this isn't a sign of future employment for Tiny Girl!


And now, my friends, we're off and running! Birthday parties for the kids, and a (free!!) night away for Mr. Wonderful and I!!

Have a fantabulous day!


Thursday, August 27, 2009

Five Question Friday!


Here we go, my friends! I was super excited that last week's Five Question Friday was "off the hizzay" and that I learned a hip new word from Keely! Thanks! (P.S. Isn't that a cute button?!! Again, muchos gracias to Michelle!)

So, the rules? Copy and paste the five questions below to your blog post, answer them, grab the MckLinky Blog Hop code and link up! I'd also love it if you'd link back to me...not a requirement, just a request!

And, we're off!!

1. What is your favorite Holiday and why? (Thanks, Keely! Yup, same Keely as above!!)

2. Who has been the most influential person in your life?

3. If you could give up one household chore forever, what would it be?

4. What is the BEST practical joke you have ever been a part of, on the giving OR receiving end? (Thanks to Meghan, for that one!!)

5. Where (or how) did you meet your spouse?

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1. What is your favorite Holiday and why? (Thanks, Keely!)

Christmas. Hands down, Christmas. I love "the reason for the season", the hustle and bustle, the gift giving (and, well...also the receiving, ahem). The cooking, the cleaning, the shopping, the decorations. And the smells!!! Oh, the smells...I love it! I live for Christmas. As soon as Christmas is over, I begin the countdown for the next Christmas...did you know there are 87,547 seconds left until Christmas? Joking!! Only joking...I'm not quite that crazy...not quite!

2. Who has been the most influential person in your life?
My Grandma (my mom's mom). We spent a lot of time with my grandparents when I was young, and she's like a second mom to me. I've learned my love of cooking from her, she gives some pretty great advice, she a loving, gentle spirit. I am so blessed to have the relationship I do with my grandma...she is one amazing woman, and I love her to bits!

3. If you could give up one household chore forever, what would it be?

Dishes, ugh...or, wait...maybe floor duty? Perhaps dusting...no, no...window washing. Oh, man...I can't decide!! This is a hard one! Um, let's go with floors...yes, definitely floors. I hate yucky, sticky, crumby floors, but I HATE cleaning them even more! Why is it that you can go forever without a spill...but as soon as your floor are swept and mopped and sparkling clean...a pitcher of Kool-Aid spills?!! Grrrrr...yes, for shiz!! The floor!

4. What is the BEST practical joke you have ever been a part of, on the giving OR receiving end? (Thanks to Meghan, for that one!!)

Geez, um...I'll go with the most recent one! So, at work, we have patient/visitor parking, in the brightly lit upper levels of the parking ramp...and employee parking, in the depths of the dungeon ramp where the only light is gleam of the eyes of the boogey men (okay, slightly dramatic there...but it is scary)...so, working the evening shift, I often park (I'm sorry) in visitor parking. It's a save yourself world, my friends! I was discharging a patient shortly after my shift started, when my phone rang (we carry hospital issued phones at work)...male voice on the other end, "Is this Mama M.? ('cept, you know, he called me by my real name!!) You have a blue Town and Country? (I was answering affirmative to the questions) You have 5 minutes to move your vehicle, which is parked in visitor parking, or it will be towed." Me, stammering, stuttering, trying not to look like a fool in front of my patient, "I'm discharging a patient, can I get a little extra time?" Mr. Security voice on other line, "No, the tow truck is here right now." So, I excused myself, sprinted to the desk, heart racing, palms sweating, cheeks blazing...and find our paramedic student and a handful on my nursing buds laughing hysterically. Turns out, they put the paramedic student up to it. Took a bit to sink in, then I saw the humor! Whew!!

5. Where (or how) did you meet your spouse?

I maintain Mr. Wonderful and I need to make up a more romantic story to tell our kids. But, alas, here is the truth...it was my 21st birthday, at which I was sober as a church mouse (or, um...not)! Out dancing, I caught the eye of a handsome man, checkin' me out. Next thing I knew, we were dancing...I, resting my heavy, drunken head on his big, masculine shoulder. After party at my parent's house, a sweet little hug...and the rest is history, my friends!!

Gosh, isn't this fun?!!! Now, link up, my dears!



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Gifted

Wowza, my friends! I feel like one blessed lady, that's for sure! ;) After a hard day at work, I came home to find two awards and a blog header gift...*sniff, sniff*...gosh, it made my night much better! So, thank you!

And, without further ado...

Thank you, thank you, thank you to Michelle! For somehow knowing I am a computer un-savvy girl without a clue as to how to give my blog a spark!! You rock!

And, to Stacy, who awarded me with (another!!) Lovely Blog award!!! Does this mean I'm extra lovely?! Oh, wait...guess it's a blog award, not a me award, huh?!! Thank you!!


To the hilarious, wonderful ladies over at The Suite Life of Lucy and Ethel, thank you for the "Honest Scrap" award! Love it, love your blog!!


Turns out I have to list 10 honest things about myself (you know, "Honest Scrap"), so here goes:

1. I'm horribly, utterly disorganized. Terribly...just ask Mr. Wonderful, I'm sure he'd be happy to tell you all about my disorganization! Ugh...I frustrate myself, sometimes!

2. You know those awesome yellow flats? Um...they're a half size too small. I just had to have them, tho'!!

3. I love giving birth. Crazy, I know! But I love being in labor and delivering a baby. What an amazing feeling! (And, for the record...no epidural here!! That's how much I love it!)

4. I'm terrified of death. My biological father passed away when I was very young (Tiny Girl's age)...I have no memories of him, and I think that is what terrifies me. I have made Mr. Wonderful promise (many, many times!!) that if I were ever to die, to please not let my children forget me. Thankfully, though, my mom remarried an awesome man, who is my dad in every way, shape and form in my eyes and heart! (oop, just got a little teary there...)

5. I'm kind of a slacker, which is why I'm gonna stop at 5 honest things! I know, I know...I'm sorry! My award won't get taken away, will it?!! ;)

Thank you, ladies, for making my day! This is one appreciative Mama!!

Much love,


Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Boys vs. Girls

Last night I had my third of three "kiddo and Mom" days. E.W was the last to go, it was his first experience...he, the big kindergartner, now! On these days, we go shopping for school clothes, out to dinner (kid's choice) and to a movie (kid's choice...I figure Hangover wouldn't be kid appropriate, so I let them choose!).

Well, as my luck would have it, E.W chose the same movie as Miss E. Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaur...cute little flick, actually didn't mind seeing it twice! But WOWZA!!...it's like they (E.W and Miss E.) watched two different movies!

"Frogs and snails and puppy dog tails"..."Sugar and spice and everything nice"...um, yeah, kinda!!

So, Miss E.'s take (sorry, don't mean to be a spoiler, just gotta tell the story!!)..."Oh, mom!! Ellie and Manny had a baby! She was sooooo cute and they named her Peaches!!!" Yeah, that's all she could talk about...my little lover of all things baby, she is!!

And E.W? "MOM!! Buck, he was down the dinosaur's throat and...and...he climbed out and he swung back and forth and back and forth on that thing in the dinosaur's throat?! And then, mom, AND THEN??!!! He flew out of the dinosaur's mouth and got his tooth and he used it for a sword!!!!!!"

I think they should do a study on this...pretty sure it carries through to adulthood, dontcha think? Women see the love story in a movie (no matter how gorey or action packed??) and men see the gore and action in a movie (no matter how tender and sappy??).
Amazing...simply amazing. :)

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Under Construction

Well, my friends...wish me luck! I'm about to embark on a three column blog expedition.

If you notice anything funky or weird...hang in there, hopefully it'll be smooth sailing!

I'm no techy computer geek (and I say that with the utmost awe and admiration)...so, who knows what'll show up in the meantime!

Wish me luck!

Post About Nothing

I'm sure you've heard of "penis envy", no? You know, that we (women) envy (insert *scoff* here!!) men and their, um...packages. Well, I, for one, don't envy that!! (Sheesh, all that...that...stuff, just hangin' there, not all tucked into a nice, neat package...um, no. Not for me!)

But, what I do envy, is "nothing". You know, "Whatcha thinkin' 'bout, hon?"

Hon, "Nothin'."

Really?? Nothing? Gosh...what's that like?!!! I can't even fathom what it could be like to think about nothing. Women's brains never. shut. off. Ever. Dontcha just wish you had an "off" switch for these amazing brains of ours?

I'm surprised, really, that we (women) are still in existence. You'd think with all those firing neurons and all that synapse jumping, that our brains would just implode. Overheat from all that use, and just...just, melt. (Clearly, we are a strong species...to be able to withstand it, no?)

When Miss E. and I were shopping the other day, and driving from point A to point B, I looked back and saw her looking out the window. So I asked, "Whatcha thinkin' 'bout?"

"Nothin'." She replied.

I wanted to pull over and freeze that moment in time for her. That moment when she was, simply, not thinking about anything (now, was she really not thinking about anything? Probably not...she was probably mulling over all the awesomeness she just scored shopping with mom...but I chose to take it at face value. Nothin'.)...so there she sits, thinking about "nothing" while my brain is abuzz with, well, everything. You know?

Seems I barely finish (sometimes I don't) a thought, and it sparks something, and I'm off on a totally different path. Totally. Constantly, 24/7. I even dream intensely...like my brain doesn't even shut off in sleep. Sigh...no wonder I'm so tired all the time.

Oh, how I would love to think about "nothing"...to just sit in silence, no buzzing, no neurons firing, no synapses being jumped (or whatever happens to synapses...oh, wait, that sounds a little ghetto, no? I guess I'd prefer my synapses don't get jumped, or mugged, for that matter).

Yeah...I definitely have a case of "Nothing Envy".

So...whatcha thinkin' 'bout?


Monday, August 24, 2009

California Bees

Mr. Wonderful informed me this weekend, that there is a bee problem in California. Actually, it is a lack of bee problem, apparently.

Turns out beekeepers around our neck of the woods (and yours, too, perhaps...unless, of course, you live in Cali) are renting their bees out to farmers in CA for pollination. Hmmm...that alone is an interesting concept, isn't it? Kinda sounds like beekeepers are "pimps" and the bees are the prostitutes, or somethin'?!!

Renting bees out? Who'da thunk it?

Well, anywho, this bee renting out of, isn't going so well, according to my Mr. Wonderful. Our local beekeepers are losing bees, now. Seems that there is a phenomena going on with the bees in California (so they say)...they can't find their way back to the hive. Um...hellllloooo???

Like, totally, duh!!

Phenomena I think not! It's California, dudes! These bees are just smart! They leave the hive, pollinate some crops, catch sight of the ocean and that's the end. Surfer dude bees, beach bum bees, "betty" bees. They've had it with the work...they just want to play...and gosh, can you blame 'em?

And for sure this happens with MN bees!! Our bees are angry little things, bring 'em to Cali, show 'em the gorgeous weather, ocean, celebrities, and you can bet your sweet honey they ain't comin' back to MN!!

Sheesh...phenomena! Always a scientist havin' to make it all...scientific or somethin'!

Not My Child! Monday!


Who's up for a little Not My Child! Monday? Brought to you courtesy of MckMama...check it out!

One evening, after not freaking out about the petechiae I found on Little A. (ugh...the horrors of being a mom and a nurse--you know too much, but, yet, you don't know enough)...so, I was (not) on the phone with the pediatrician, having avoided all hoop jumping, I crossed (I mean, I didn't cross) all boundaries and just called her, since I have the digits memorized from work (shame on me! Shame, shame on me!!). So, deep in consultation with the doc, paying no attention to the going on's around me...I didn't see Big A. frantically waving his arms at me...I glanced over, saw a tiny baby turd on the bed, but didn't register said tiny baby turd and continued on with the doc. Soon, the frantic waving became all out full body waving...I was just finishing up the phone call...so, I disconnected, and gave my full attention to the situation. I didn't discover, my to my disgust...Tiny Girl...with a little poo smear on her upper lip, a bit on her hands, and...a couple of baby teeth prints in aforementioned baby turd. Gross!!! My child would never, ever do something so utterly disgusting...oh, no...not my sweet little angels!! :)

Sweet little E.W...he's just a love! And my dear Gram...also, just a love. Gram, who is about as prim and proper as they come...tends to, um...ignore the toots that come from her...E.W, at the perfect height (or not so perfect!)...heard something slip one day. He did not proceed to hound dear Gram, asking her, over and over, "Grandma, how do you fart ("fowt")?...Gram? Grandma? How do you fowt? Like this, pfffttttt? Grandma? Like this...ppppfffffttttttt?" No, my child would never be so utterly obsessed with bodily functions...couldn't possibly have been my child!!

Potty training is near and dear to my heart...we start early, and, preferably, in the summer. Makes for easy training...'specially for little boys. Yes, we allow our boys to "pee on a tree", or on the grass, on the driveway, in the woods, on the tires, etc. etc. So, one crisp fall morning, shortly after having been potty trained, Little A. was at Big A.'s football game, when someone, grabbed Mr. Wonderful's attention and pointed. There, down where everyone could see, was not at naked Little A. butt, peeing freely, watering the football field. In complete view of everyone. No, not My Child!!

Along those lines, we have since, um...instructed our boys to go "behind a tree" if they need to pee outside. At tennis this summer, I looked back...again Little A. this time...not once again naked from the waist down...and,indeed, not peeing behind a tree. Only, he didn't realize (apparently) that there was a parking lot behind him...so ensued a "your behind a tree, may be someone elses in front of a tree"...I'm not so sure that lesson sunk in. My children are not so uninhibited that they pee where they please...no way, Not My Child!

And so goes the "Bodily Function" Not My Child! Monday! Sheesh, didn't even realize 'til I was done that that was all my post was about! Happy Monday, friends!




Sunday, August 23, 2009

The TreeHouse Chronicles--Day 15

I know, I know...you were all sitting on the edge of your seats, just waiting for this week's "Chronicle" to post...weren'tcha? Yup, I knew it!

Well, wait no longer!! Here it is! ;)


Woo, Hooo!!! We have progress! Huh, and I thought we'd only have four posts, I mean, stilts, to call our tree house!

Now, we have four stilts, and a floor (well...kind of a floor--let's just say I wouldn't walk on it with my eyes closed...just yet!)!


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And, since we're talkin' about waits (wait...were we? Talkin' about waits, that is? Huh, and I thought we were talkin' 'bout treehouses?!), without further ado, I bring to you...(insert drumroll here):

My "Yellow Flats"...yes, they are deserving of their own title, dontcha think??

Ridiculous tan lines? That's the price you pay when you live in flippie floppies all summer...you know?


Hope your weekend was fab!

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Sleepy Saturday

Ho, hum. This is my weekend to work, which, ah...means not a lot of time to blog. You know, between birthing babies (well, not me birthing them, but my patients), family time, and treehouse building...weekend blogging time is, well, nearly nil.

As opposed to weekday blogging time...when I should be cooking, cleaning, knitting, pickling, canning, dusting, rearranging furniture, etc. etc. Ahem.

So, anywho, thought I'd do just a quick little somethin' somethin' for ya, you know?

A little joke, for you on this gorgeous, but sleepy Saturday:

"How do you fit 40 elephants on a trailer?"

(Warning, this is a little, um...stupid, if you will!!)

(Oh! But, kinda silly, too!!)

"You take the 'S' out of 'safe' and the 'F' out of 'way'."

*Giggle*...when you figure it out, leave me a little comment...or, just chuckle quietly to yourself!

I told this to Mr. Wonderful when we were out on a date, shopping in JCPenney...he only got the punch line when he said it out loud...very out loud!! We giggled and chuckled like a couple school kids!

Enjoy your day!



Friday, August 21, 2009

Five Question Friday!

It's Frrriiiiii-Day!!

Welcome back, my friends!! So, I was trying to create a snazzy, catchy, cute little button for this carnival...turns out I'm not as computer savvy as I thunk I were...couldn't come up with somethin' cute, or snazzy, or catchy. Funny, you'd think adding "glitter" to anything would make it snazzy, but not so much.

So, let's get hoppin'! In case you're new to this gig, here's the deets (you know, as in details...ahem, my poor excuse for being hip): Copy and paste the questions below to your blog post, answer them, grab the MckLinky Blog Hop code for the "Five Question Friday" Blog Hop, throw it into the html of your answered question post, then link up, mates! (Oooh, see, now I'm trying on my Aussie hat! Well, that...and I just saw Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaur--great flick, btw...)

Okay, so, yeah, the questions:


1. What is your biggest Pet Peeve? (Thanks, Meghan!)


2. With no worries about finances, childcare, or travel time...where would you most want to vacation?


3. If your house was in the path of a tornado and you had time to grab 3 things before the house was totally destroyed (children, husband, pets are already out) what 3 items would you grab? (Thanks, A.!)


4. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live? (Thanks, Keely!)


5. What is your family's favorite homecooked meal?


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1. What is your biggest Pet Peeve? (Thanks, Meghan!)
Oooh, funny! My biggest PP prior to kiddos, was snotty noses on kids. I thought, "For real, just wipe the nose already!!" Then I had kids, multiple kids, and realized, somethin's gotta give! And sometimes, that "somethin'" is a snotty nose! So, anywho, now, my pet peeve is people smacking when they eat. Grrrr...drives me bonkers!

2. With no worries about finances, childcare, or travel time...where would you most want to vacation?
Oh, I think it would be Bali! The little cottages on the ocean, crystal clear water, leisure, tropical sun, tropical drinks...ahhhh, relaxes me just thinkin' 'bout it!


3. If your house was in the path of a tornado and you had time to grab 3 things before the house was totally destroyed (children, husband, pets are already out) what 3 items would you grab? (Thanks, A.!)
My computer hard drive...probably that's all I could manage to lug out!! It's darn heavy, I tell ya! Okay, but two others...hmmm. Ooooh, my yellow flats! And the tote o' photos under our bed! Geez, that's a hard one!

4. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live? (Thanks, Keely!)
Hmmmm...well, if I could plant my roots elsewhere...probably Colorado, or Australia (I hear they have a great president...or Prime Minister...or Monsignor...or something). I just couldn't up and leave family and friends, though, they'd definitely have to come with!

5. What is your family's favorite homecooked meal?
Probably my Swedish Meatballs and Mashed Potatoes...a frequently requested meal in the winter (I refuse to use the oven in summer...no air conditioning, ugh!!)


All right...time to link up!


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Thursday, August 20, 2009

A Lesson in Reproduction

So, you know, I have five children...I'm a labor and delivery nurse, you'd think I'd know a smidge 'bout reproduction, no? Well, yeah...you'd think!!

Turns out, I'm stumped about something...just simply cannot figure it out. Hoping maybe someone has some answers for me, I guess...

I'm wondering...

I'm really hoping you have an answer for me...

Do they make birth control for laundry?

I mean, sheesh!! Somethin's gotta give, here! All this laundry fornication has me feeling, a little...dirty. Gosh, to just imagine what's going on behind closed doors, while we sleep...dirty socks doin' the tango, reds cuddlin' up to the jeans (they better not turn them pink!!), darks spooning each other. Ewwww, you know??

*Shudder*...it's almost as bad as picturing your parents "shakin' hands" (if ya know what I mean, *wink, wink*) (oops, okay, sorry I put that picture in your head...)!

You know, I go to bed, caught up on laundry...I wake up and it's doubled. How does that happen? Little A.'s clothes seem especially, um, "loose"...ahem. Geepers, the kid wears the same amount of clothes as everyone else, but somehow he ends up with, like, 32 piles of clothes compared to everyone else's 16 (ahem...yeah, so what? So, I, like, only do laundry when everyone's down to their last pair of unders, so?).

I dunno what to do anymore...this laundry of mine is outta control. I'd love to ship it off to boarding school...or, maybe finishing school is more appropriate...you know, send 'em away, and they'd come back all...finished or something?

Advice...please?


Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Family Reunion

Ugh...the dreaded words, Family Reunion. All that comes to mind is being stuck with a bunch of people whom you should know, but don't have a clue as to who they are, but they remember every. single. thing. about you, your life, your childhood quirks. You stand there, staring at them, mouth agape, thinking one of two things, "who are you" or "wow...this lady has really bad breath, and a piece of broccoli stuck between her teeth..." ('cuz, you know, you certainly aren't paying attention to what she's saying!!), yes, the dreaded family reunion.

Last weekend was dubbed a "family reunion"...I was dreading it like I dread going to the dentist, or for my annual pap, or like I dread going to a family reunion, you know? Now, I should've known better...it (insert scoff here) wasn't a family reunion!! Heck, I see these people three, four times a year! Sheesh, if only they would've called it what it was...a "get together" or, better yet, a "celebration of Grandma and Grandpa's 60th wedding anniversary" (and yes, it is the G&G of the infamous pot plant...have you read it? Check it out if not, you'll thank me later!!).

So, calling a spade a spade, our celebratory weekend was surprisingly awesome, and very much not a family reunion! We slept 30 people under one roof; staying in a "retreat" on a lake that had once housed a Monsignor and some nuns and has been converted into a homey place with fab/funky decorations, a renovated chicken coop that serves as a game room, an "art" building and 11 secluded acres to hike, roam, and get scared silly on. All for $750 bucks a night. Sheesh, can't go wrong! Anyone in MN wanting an awesome place to stay for a fun get away, contact me, I'll give you the info! Anywho, here's the front of the "Olive Branch" (which btw, is owned by five women...need I say not a thing went overlooked?!!):


Head stand contests:

Little boy conversations:


Mighty fishermen getting caught in the rain:


More rain:


Baby cousins getting to know one another:


Manly wedding dress trying on:


What a memorable weekend! Laughing, ghost stories (but that, my friends, is a whole 'nuther post), eating, playing, laughing, swimming, eating, fires, laughing, camping, eating, storms, rescuing floated away boats, did I mention eating, or, perhaps, laughing?

What I lacked in sleep, I made up for in calories, that's for sure!!


So much fun, it was, we've already booked for next year!!



My Make-Over--A Whole 'Nuther Post

So, I feel like I've been saying, "but that's a whole 'nuther post" a lot lately, and I've decided I'm gonna stick to my word, I'm honest like that, you know?!

Up first, my make-over story:

It was late winter of 2003, my birthday and my and Mr. Wonderful's anniversary was approaching when a local radio station was holding a "The New Me in 2003" make-over contest. And, yes, it was right around the New Year! I thought, what the heck...I mean what could l lose, 'cept my pride and my gorgeous, outgrown perm that I tried on for ease...not my greatest style decision ever (now shoes though, that I'm pretty darn good with!!).

So, the gig was that you had to send in a letter stating why you thought you deserved a make-over. As soon as I thought of the first line of my letter, I knew I was in! It went like this:

Dearest handsome, hilarious morning men: (well, okay, I didn't really start out with that...)

"How do you turn a fox into a cow?"

"You marry her!!!" Bah-dah-dum...such a comedian (or would it be, comedienne?) I am!!

Well, I'm sure it was my anniversary and my birthday approaching, topped off by my wonderful comedic timing (ahem), I was awoken (awaken, woked, this one always stumps me!!) at the butt crack of dawn by my hubby handing me the phone with a strange look on his face.

Me, my voice groggy with sleep, "Hello?"

DJ, perky, no hint of grogginess whatsoever, since I'm sure he'd been awake for hours, "Mama M?" ('cept, you know, he called me my real name...blogging wasn't invented yet, or something)

Me, "Uh huh"

DJ, even perkier, "Congratulations!!! You've just one the New Me in 2003 Make-Over!!!!!!!!" (okay, to be honest, I wasn't the only one to win...I think there were three of us, or something!!).

Me, still sleepy, "Oh, gee, that's great. Thanks."

Apparently, I wasn't quite chipper and excited enough, 'cuz then they immediately took me off the air, got my info and disposed of me quickly. Glad to be rid of the boring, un-excited, sleepy me...I'm sure!

So, make-over day arrives! I get picked up in a limo (woooo-hooo!! Livin' the high life for this simple girl!), given (insert inserting pinky into corner of mouth and Austin Power's Dr. Evil voice here) $100, driven to a salon for a fab new do (which, BTW, I upgraded by getting some fun new highlights and my first brow wax ever), a facial and a great make-up application. From there Mr. Limo took me to the mall, I purchased part of a fab outfit with my $100 dollars (even back then, a hundred bucks didn't getcha far--and certainly, no amazing shoes!!), then we (Mr. Limo and I) drove back to my home to pick up an awaiting Mr. Wonderful. From there, we got to have dinner on the radio station! It was a great date...even though we forked over more money for a couple of drinks and dessert that the station didn't pick up!

Well, some friends of ours decided it would be great fun to join us! We paid for extra time with the limo, and had one heckuva fun night! We still talk about it...singing "Picture" at the top of our lungs, some among us a little too inebriated to carry a tune in a bucket...it was a great, nay, fantastic night!

My "free" make-over ended up costing one million dollars...okay, well, not that much...but more than we anticipated, money well spent--who says you can't buy memories (hmmm...does anybody say that?!!).

I'd love to scan some photos of me and my new do from that night...but, alas, that would take more time and energy than I currently have...searching through gobs of old photos, then figuring out how to scan with my scanner that's way on the other side of the room, not connected to the computer, blah, blah, blah.

But, anywho...so that my friends, is just "a whole 'nuther post"!!





Oldies...but Goodies!

Fort Thompson


Here's one of my Oldies...but Goodies!! Hope you enjoy!

Yup, it's natural!

Oh. my. gosh. I can't believe I'm posting this (you may find out I'm an idiot afterall, or you may get the chuckle I'm hoping for!)...it's actually kind of embarrassing, but here goes.

After work tonight, I was walking to my illegally parked vehicle, slightly frightened (as I usually am) about the "dangers" that might get me (as well as the gut clenching fear that hospital security might catch me). Like always, I had my keys in hand before I even entered the parking ramp.

As I neared my car, I pointed my fob at it, pressed the unlock button and...nuthin'. Huh, that's strange. Walked a little closer, pointed, pressed...nuthin'. At this point I am outside the driver's door, pointing and pressing like there's no tomorrow...my heart is racing, my stomach turning as I imagine bad guys lurking around the corner (with security close behind them, you know, to get me!). I'm fearing I need to make that dreaded call to security, "Yes, I know officer. I shouldn't be parked in patient parking...you see, I was running late to work, blah, blah, blah...but I can't get into my car.

"Has anyone caught on yet?

Hee, hee...here's my blondishness totally betraying me!!I can't even believe I was such an idiot!! So, you know that fob I was pointing at the door? Ah, yeah...turns out it has a key on it. As in, a key to insert into the lock to unlock the door. Ahem.

No need to worry, my friends...no bad guys got me, I averted that call to security, jumped in the vehicle, and with a flick of my (blonde) hair I was off...pretending like that never happened! (You won't tell anyone, will you?)



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Monday, August 17, 2009

Happy Birthday!

It's my Little A.'s birthday! Four years ago, last night, we sped through a torrential downpour to the hospital. A fast and easy delivery, he was! Little A. is our "lolly-gagger", marches to the beat of his own drum, enjoys talking baby talk (much to my chagrin), loves chocolate (that's my boy!), runs/walks/jumps like he has springs in his feet, has an "old soul", is named after two great presidents, is a daddy's boy through and through. He hates nap time and black olives, spoke like a Philadelphia lawyer well before he was 2, adores his biggest brother, tolerates his bigger brother, his sisters adore him, and we think he's the cat's meow!! He's awesome, he is!

One of his gifts was a baseball set, thought he'd love it 'cuz Big A.'s a baseball player, and all...turns out, not so much!

We were playing a rousing game of baseball outside, complete with ghost runners and dodge ball like outs, while the birthday boy sat on the steps watching. We coaxed him out to play, he hit one ball and stated, "I hate this game."

Then promptly went inside and got his toy shotgun.

Huh, guess we should've gone with the "scooter, like in 'Bolt'"...do you think he knows that scooters don't come with a dog you can say "Zoom-Zoom" to, and then take off flying through the streets with the dog leading?

Um, yeah...pretty much sure that's why he wanted it!

Happy Birthday, dear boy!! We love you!


Not Me! Monday

Thought I was entirely too exhausted for a Not Me! Monday post. Turns out, with a little Mickey D's Iced Coffee, a girl can do anything! As always, you can check out MckMama's blog to read all about what other people "haven't" been up to!

Ahem...let it be known that I am not hoarse from a combination of allergies and some, ah, well...voice raising. No, I did not yell raise my voice so much with my children about getting ready for our weekend away that I am now hoarse. My word...what kind of a mother would do that? Certainly not one crazed by the hormones "Aunt Flo(w)" brings along with her on her monthly visit, and certainly Not Me!!

Speaking of our weekend away, I did not thoroughly enjoy myself. I was not dragging my feet about our "family reunion". *Shudder*...ugh, even that phrase "family reunion" causes me to break out in a cold sweat and become nauseated and green (but my aversion to family reunions is a whole 'nuther post, my friends). Not even sure why the weekend was dubbed a reunion, since it is with the side of the family, whose company I do enjoy, whom we see at least a few times a year! Anywho...it was not gobs of fun! So much fun, in fact, that I will not devote an entire post about it soon! But, no, I did not enjoy myself immensely!

I have not been glowing in the recent gratitude of a patient I took care of. They did not gift me with a thoughtful bag of thanks, that included, among other things, Oreo Fudgees. If you have not tried these, don't. They are not so delicious that you will want to hide the bag and hoard them all for yourself...not, um, you know, that I did that or anything. Heck no! Not Me!

Recently, at Sam's Club, I was not visited by someone who I am convinced is an angel. Tiny Girl was not melting down when we were visited by a delightful old man who stopped the meltdown in it's tracks. It, simply, was not amazing.

Happy Not Me! Monday, friends! Enjoy your week!


Relationships...and College Courses

As an attendee of a Catholic college (shout out to you Bennies!! You know who you are!)...I was required (well, not I myself, but, you know, everyone at the college) to take a certain number of theology credits.

One of my requirement fulfillers was a course titled, "Marriage, Family and Spirituality"...and, certainly, one of my favorite classes! I also think I learned the most valuable information from this class (aside from, of course, my nursing classes...in which the information was pretty valuable too!).

The lesson that is still clear as a bell in my mind, was one about marriage (imagine that, a lesson about marriage from a course titled, "Marriage, Family and Spirituality)...about the ups and downs, the ebbs and flows. Our instructor taught us the "Dark/Light" aspect of relationships.

If you imagine your relationship a series of peaks and valleys (or is it vallies?) the valleys are the Dark times, the peaks are the Light times. Of course, since this was a theology course and all, we all know WHO helps us in those Dark times, and that it is HIS light in which we are basking when we are in a Light time!

It is entirely normal to have these cycles in your relationships...expected, really. Sometimes the Dark times last longer, are deeper...and, conversely, sometimes the Light times last longer and are higher.

It is this "theory" that has gotten me through tough times in our marriage (and who doesn't have those?)...times when Mr. Wonderful isn't quite so wonderful (well...he's actually still wonderful, my perception of him is what's less than wonderful...and it's a two way street regarding his perception of me). When times are tough and our relationship tense, what gets me through it (besides communication, understanding, and heavy drinking...kidding!! Really...kidding!) is knowing that what we're going through is normal...that we are just in a "Dark" time.

I can almost feel it, as we start to climb out of that valley...up, higher and higher...'til we're back at the peak. Sometimes that peak is more of a...a butte, if you will. Not much of a peak, but just a plateau of "betterness", and sometimes those peaks are sky high! Same as the lows, the valleys. Some lower than we've ever been, and some just a slight decline from the peak we were at.

I comforts me, this knowledge I gleaned from my favorite class. It's kinda like "riding out the storm" when I recognize that we're in a Dark time...sometimes it take a bit of rumbling, complaining, arguing for me to "see" that we're in darkness ('cuz, you know, it's hard to see when it's dark, right?!)...and when we arrive back in the Light...it's just all that much more brilliant!



Sunday, August 16, 2009

The Tree House Chronicles--Day 8

Today, August 16th, we find ourselves on Day 8 of the Tree House Chronicles. Days 1 and 2 were quite productive (ahem, kind of)...here are (part) of our gaggle of children, showing me the progress Daddy made on Day 2, while I and Big A. were out school shopping:

Wowza!! They doubled their progress! First two posts, now four!!!


But, then came days 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, and 8. And here is where we stand (or, I guess, here is where the Tree House stands):



Uh huh...four posts. There really are four posts, if you look really closely at this photo taken from afar (I was too darn lazy to walk off the deck to snap a closer picture) you can see a hint of post #4 peeking out behind the tree...oh, wait, that's right, I like to call them stilts! So, there it is, stilt #4 hiding a bit, but definitely there!

Between Mr. Wonderful Mr. Perfectionist, work, relatives, camping, getting back from camping, birthday parties, etc., etc., etc., progress has been, well...slow.

To say the least.

Toodles, for now!

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Oh, sheesh!! I almost forgot! So, I paid a little visit to random.org, plugged in 2 and 8 ('cuz, you know, I was first, and, well, it'd just be a little weird if I was the winner of my own giveaway, no?!!)...anywho, random.org gave me 4 as the number...I think it chose 4 last time too, but, alas, 4 it is!

And that means, Keely at mannland5 is the winner!! Yay! Contact me Keely, and I'll send you somethin' fun! And just a useless little fact for you, I am related to a Keely (but not this Keely), and know that Keely means beautiful in Irish. Sigh...I wish my name meant beautiful in Irish.



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