So many things going through my mind right now . . .
Alaina came home after a week with Grandma and Grandpa B. Truly, that was too long to be without my little one, but since I had a going away party on Thursday night and worked my part time job on Friday, I didn't have a leg to stand on to argue for an early return home.
I tidied up our main floor bathroom a bit this week, but not to the level that I'm willing to display it on Org Junkie. Frankly I can't justify buying lots of containers that I may not use in a year because we are hoping to redo said bathroom. Also with the camera missing in action, I have nothing to display pics with anyway.
I'm about to breakdown and buy a little $100 - $150 camera to use temporarily because I feel my daughter's childhood slipping away. I mean seriously, did people cry at the end of everyday before cameras came around because they couldn't save clips of their lives for infinity? The way I feel right now, you would think so!
I guess that's about all I can squeeze out of my jumbled thoughts right now . . .
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Friday, August 1, 2008
One more for the day . . .
I had thought that needed to be recorded. It is in response to Omaha Mama's blogging about her house being not as clean as she thinks it should be and not staying absolutely true to her schedule.
Growing up, Mama was big on routines, she cleaned like clock work, snacks and meals were always on schedule, and the laundry was always done.
Then when we were old enought she went back to school to work on herself and the rest of us let the immaculate condition of the house slide into oblivion.
But when I look back at the time after Mom went back to school and I hit hight school, do I think about cluttered counters and laundry piles?
Nope.
The stories I told my coworkers last night as we hung out were about my great parents, whom everyone voluteered to chaparone the dances because they were so cool they would disco with up and they would tease everyone by doing "pencil" tests during slow dances.
And how even the troubled kids (in a previously life they were called Bad Boys) would stop on my mother's porch, apologize, and turn the tshirt they were wearing insideout because it has cuss words or a dirty message written on the front. They knew she didn't like them in her house and they all respected my parents.
I tell the stories about how we didn't get the latest and greatest game stations growing up, but we knew how to play a great game of make believe and our friends enjoyed that more that the latest Nintendo game.
But when I want to make them laugh I tell the Saturday Night story . . .
I sat at home at 9 pm on a Saturday. I just wanted to sit at home and read my new book. But Mom had other ideas. She stopped down at my room a few times to mention that I should go out and meet some friends or go into the coffee shop (my usual hangout). I didn't want to but she finally pushed me enough that I got up and headed for the door. She stopped me in a bit of a panic because I was about to go out wearing one of my brothers old flannel shirts, jeans, sneakers and a ball cap. She said I shoud at least put earrings on . . . and maybe a little makeup and fix my hair. So I told her nevermind, I'd just stay home - this was said in the snotty tone that children perfect the day they turn 13. She pretty much begged so I conceeded to the point that I put on make up and fluffed my hair a bit (I was not putting in earrings!) And when I went to leave, she told me to be home by midnight. Now the problem with that is, it takes about 30 minutes to get to town from our house, and 30 minutes to get home of course. By the time we got to this point, it was 10:30 pm, giving me about 30 minutes to "hang out." I can't actually remember if I went out or not that night . . . but it was the start of a beautiful tradition with my mother.
Typically when I go home, before I leave the house, I turn to my mother and hold out my hand, kind of in a "TA-DA" kind of gesture. At this point she will mention if I need a little more blush, or a belt (I don't usually get that one anymore) or some jewelry. Now to be honest, this habit of ours has fallen a bit to the wayside, but it was around long enough for my husband to comment, because he noticed the big "TA-DA" move one time when we were leaving to go visit some friends in town. I said, "Sometimes its just easier to play along."
Frankly I think Mom and I were just stuck in a rut. After I got married she even confessed that she was just trying to help me look pretty for a boy. Which didn't explain the fact that by that time I was already seriously invovled with Jeff.
I love you, Mom and all the quirks that come with being your daughter.
And p.s. Why didn't Stacey ever get the royal treatment? I must have looked truly hopeless to you. : )
Growing up, Mama was big on routines, she cleaned like clock work, snacks and meals were always on schedule, and the laundry was always done.
Then when we were old enought she went back to school to work on herself and the rest of us let the immaculate condition of the house slide into oblivion.
But when I look back at the time after Mom went back to school and I hit hight school, do I think about cluttered counters and laundry piles?
Nope.
The stories I told my coworkers last night as we hung out were about my great parents, whom everyone voluteered to chaparone the dances because they were so cool they would disco with up and they would tease everyone by doing "pencil" tests during slow dances.
And how even the troubled kids (in a previously life they were called Bad Boys) would stop on my mother's porch, apologize, and turn the tshirt they were wearing insideout because it has cuss words or a dirty message written on the front. They knew she didn't like them in her house and they all respected my parents.
I tell the stories about how we didn't get the latest and greatest game stations growing up, but we knew how to play a great game of make believe and our friends enjoyed that more that the latest Nintendo game.
But when I want to make them laugh I tell the Saturday Night story . . .
I sat at home at 9 pm on a Saturday. I just wanted to sit at home and read my new book. But Mom had other ideas. She stopped down at my room a few times to mention that I should go out and meet some friends or go into the coffee shop (my usual hangout). I didn't want to but she finally pushed me enough that I got up and headed for the door. She stopped me in a bit of a panic because I was about to go out wearing one of my brothers old flannel shirts, jeans, sneakers and a ball cap. She said I shoud at least put earrings on . . . and maybe a little makeup and fix my hair. So I told her nevermind, I'd just stay home - this was said in the snotty tone that children perfect the day they turn 13. She pretty much begged so I conceeded to the point that I put on make up and fluffed my hair a bit (I was not putting in earrings!) And when I went to leave, she told me to be home by midnight. Now the problem with that is, it takes about 30 minutes to get to town from our house, and 30 minutes to get home of course. By the time we got to this point, it was 10:30 pm, giving me about 30 minutes to "hang out." I can't actually remember if I went out or not that night . . . but it was the start of a beautiful tradition with my mother.
Typically when I go home, before I leave the house, I turn to my mother and hold out my hand, kind of in a "TA-DA" kind of gesture. At this point she will mention if I need a little more blush, or a belt (I don't usually get that one anymore) or some jewelry. Now to be honest, this habit of ours has fallen a bit to the wayside, but it was around long enough for my husband to comment, because he noticed the big "TA-DA" move one time when we were leaving to go visit some friends in town. I said, "Sometimes its just easier to play along."
Frankly I think Mom and I were just stuck in a rut. After I got married she even confessed that she was just trying to help me look pretty for a boy. Which didn't explain the fact that by that time I was already seriously invovled with Jeff.
I love you, Mom and all the quirks that come with being your daughter.
And p.s. Why didn't Stacey ever get the royal treatment? I must have looked truly hopeless to you. : )
B@tm@n
So we went to see the new movie and while I have heard "best movie ever" from may sources, I'm not sure.
Don't get me wrong I loved it, but I have the hardest time picking the best movie ever. I think that I would have to say "Princess Bride" but that's more from a personal standpoint.
"Shaw$hank Redemption" is one of my favorites as well.
But for sure it was the best caped crusader movie. The way the plot is woven together is just stunning! And I could wax poetic about Heath's performance as the Joker forever. That man had some skill. And I'm not talking from a sentimental place in my heart.
I judge all movies by if I am "sucked into" the world of the movie. Did I see the characters on the screen? Or did I simply see a bunch of actors trying to be someone else. I never saw Heath on the screen. I only saw the Joker. Even when I tried to be a sentimental sap and think about the shame it was to lose him, the character would do something horrific, and I'd only see the Joker again.
But the person I'm most impressed by is Bale. I have loved Bale ever since Newsies came out when I was in elementary school. Oh, he was so cute!!! But he has come a long way from playing a dancing paper boy. I can't believe how well he pulls off the playboy Wayne personality and give the Bat the intimidating creepiness that the costume deserves.
And the voice he uses for the bat! I just get chills its so creepy!
Batman was never meant to be a sexy character. Except in a raw elemental way.
But enough about the movie. I need to get back to the list.
My top movies
(not in order, because truly, it depends on the day)
1. The Usual $uspects
2. Prin-cess Bride
3. The D@rk Knight
4. Pride and Prejudice
5. Hot Fuzz
Frankly, that's all I have so far. These are the movies, that I could watch over and over again, because there are so many levels to watch in them. Every time you watch, there is something else to see. Does that make any sense?
I love to watch Pride and Prejudice to watch the background characters. Especially when they are 'just missing each other in the ballroom scene.' And to catch the secret glances that pass between the hero and heroine.
Don't get me wrong I loved it, but I have the hardest time picking the best movie ever. I think that I would have to say "Princess Bride" but that's more from a personal standpoint.
"Shaw$hank Redemption" is one of my favorites as well.
But for sure it was the best caped crusader movie. The way the plot is woven together is just stunning! And I could wax poetic about Heath's performance as the Joker forever. That man had some skill. And I'm not talking from a sentimental place in my heart.
I judge all movies by if I am "sucked into" the world of the movie. Did I see the characters on the screen? Or did I simply see a bunch of actors trying to be someone else. I never saw Heath on the screen. I only saw the Joker. Even when I tried to be a sentimental sap and think about the shame it was to lose him, the character would do something horrific, and I'd only see the Joker again.
But the person I'm most impressed by is Bale. I have loved Bale ever since Newsies came out when I was in elementary school. Oh, he was so cute!!! But he has come a long way from playing a dancing paper boy. I can't believe how well he pulls off the playboy Wayne personality and give the Bat the intimidating creepiness that the costume deserves.
And the voice he uses for the bat! I just get chills its so creepy!
Batman was never meant to be a sexy character. Except in a raw elemental way.
But enough about the movie. I need to get back to the list.
My top movies
(not in order, because truly, it depends on the day)
1. The Usual $uspects
2. Prin-cess Bride
3. The D@rk Knight
4. Pride and Prejudice
5. Hot Fuzz
Frankly, that's all I have so far. These are the movies, that I could watch over and over again, because there are so many levels to watch in them. Every time you watch, there is something else to see. Does that make any sense?
I love to watch Pride and Prejudice to watch the background characters. Especially when they are 'just missing each other in the ballroom scene.' And to catch the secret glances that pass between the hero and heroine.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Dreaming of you . . .
I need to start writing down my dreams . . . .
because I think I'm going crazy! Monday 8:25 p.m. sitting at my new job doing computer training. Someone stand in the doorway looking at the overstock, and as she leaves, shuts the light out on me.
I must have made a sound, she laughs, apologizes and switches the light back on. I am sitting there doing register training when suddenly I realize.
I've been here before!
I swear, I'm either nuts or have the craziest thought/memory wiring in my brain, because shortly after what I call the "stuffed pig incident" at this very store. I dreamed I worked there.
And this was just what happened in the dream!
I swear this has happened twice before, so in an effort to prove myself sane, I'm going to actually start that stupid dream diary that I've been meaning to start forever. Because honestly, one of these times I'm going to prove that I'm not making this crud up!
because I think I'm going crazy! Monday 8:25 p.m. sitting at my new job doing computer training. Someone stand in the doorway looking at the overstock, and as she leaves, shuts the light out on me.
I must have made a sound, she laughs, apologizes and switches the light back on. I am sitting there doing register training when suddenly I realize.
I've been here before!
I swear, I'm either nuts or have the craziest thought/memory wiring in my brain, because shortly after what I call the "stuffed pig incident" at this very store. I dreamed I worked there.
And this was just what happened in the dream!
I swear this has happened twice before, so in an effort to prove myself sane, I'm going to actually start that stupid dream diary that I've been meaning to start forever. Because honestly, one of these times I'm going to prove that I'm not making this crud up!
Monday, July 28, 2008
Finally! She blogged!
Yes I did see I was tagged by you, OM!
7. Family begins to take a higher priority in life the further they move . . . only two of the four left in state, and it is heartbreaking to think that we aren't all a phone call and 2 hours driving time away.
Yes Sisi I'm going to blog it!
Here is it, my life in ten bullets, or at least the last fifteen years, lets get a visual to start, okay?
1. I was one of two people, the other being my sister, who chose (maternally forced) to walk for a graduation in a school building that was no longer a high school . . .and created a memory that I will never forget because of said force, I MEAN CHOICE!!! ; )
2. I made and lost some friends along the way, but the good ones are still around and were promoted to family members a long time ago . . .
3. I didn't work as hard as I should have, but I managed to graduate from college with a degree, and met some pretty amazing people along the way.
4. While journeying through college, I found two things, my love of sewing, which I find many clever ways to share with everyone. . .
5. And my husband, who I skipped sorority recruitment to hear play his guitar, and found out months later that he sold me his cd's both for the price of one. (you flirt!)
6. Together, we have one beautiful child. And she amazes me everyday . . and much to my parent's delight, seems to be all the best qualities of my siblings and my husband all rolled into one. (Check it out! Her and me, isn't it scary?)
7. Family begins to take a higher priority in life the further they move . . . only two of the four left in state, and it is heartbreaking to think that we aren't all a phone call and 2 hours driving time away.8. We bought a house the 70s threw up in and we are getting closer to having our own bedroom, we are still sharing the basement with the adorable toddler.
9. I work at a local insurance place, setting up the technical devices for the techies . . .wait, wasn't my degree in English? I still can't figure that one out . . .
10. And The most interesting part of my life, is the discovery that one can have more than one soulmate. I don't know how else to explain being a twin. You grow up having to share everything, which when people thought it sounded cool I would always say, "Imagine that you have twice as much stuff . . but you have to share all of it with someone everyday." So, I get to have two soulmates, but unfortunately they have to share me. Somedays, it was maddening, somedays it was bliss. But no matter what, I couldn't imagine life without either one!
And I'm not tagging anyone! This is fun to do, but its pretty much a chain letter so I can't forward it on principle! (However, I'll blog them, so feel free to keep sending them to me to perish!)
Monday, July 14, 2008
Loser
I'm a loser.
No, not like a loser loser. But a loser of things.
I misplace things, I shift piles around, I drop stuff and don't notice.
But I don't lose big important things.
Until now.
I am sick with the fact that I cannot find our camera. I just know I had it for my sister in law's shower. I swear I took a picture of Papa trying on his Elvis suit to see how it fit. But do you think I can find the sucker? Nope.
I called the SIL and her parents have checked the house, I have basically torn my car and house apart looking for it, I even called my sister to see if I left it in the rental car she had.
No dice.
I'm just so frustrated because I lose little frustration things . . . Where did that pen go? I just had that shopping list! The biggest and baddest thing I've ever lost is my social security card, but $14 and a trip to a fancy office building will get you a new one of those.
I'm about to cry just thinking about it . . . so I'd better stop that for a while.
My last little shred of hope is that I did actually bring it to the 4th of July, and then left it at Mimi's house. I'm also still hoping maybe Alaina found it and tucked it somewhere. We'll see if it turns up.
No, not like a loser loser. But a loser of things.
I misplace things, I shift piles around, I drop stuff and don't notice.
But I don't lose big important things.
Until now.
I am sick with the fact that I cannot find our camera. I just know I had it for my sister in law's shower. I swear I took a picture of Papa trying on his Elvis suit to see how it fit. But do you think I can find the sucker? Nope.
I called the SIL and her parents have checked the house, I have basically torn my car and house apart looking for it, I even called my sister to see if I left it in the rental car she had.
No dice.
I'm just so frustrated because I lose little frustration things . . . Where did that pen go? I just had that shopping list! The biggest and baddest thing I've ever lost is my social security card, but $14 and a trip to a fancy office building will get you a new one of those.
I'm about to cry just thinking about it . . . so I'd better stop that for a while.
My last little shred of hope is that I did actually bring it to the 4th of July, and then left it at Mimi's house. I'm also still hoping maybe Alaina found it and tucked it somewhere. We'll see if it turns up.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Peanut Butter
2nd blog today . .
What is it about some things that you have to have the brand name? There are a few things that I am snobby about when it comes to brand names,
- Eileen's cookies are the best cookies in the world (other than those made by grandmothers)
- When cooking anything requiring soup, it must be Campbells nothing else tastes quite as good
And my most recent discovery is Peanut Butter. I am a peanut butter snob.
It started at Mimi and Papa's house.
I was craving something to eat and I saw a jar of Natural Smuckers Peanut Butter.
It tasted okay.
So when I got home to my house I was craving more peanut butter, so I grabbed the first jar of peanut butter and spread it on bread.
munch munch munch . . .
EEEWWWWW!
What is this???? Gross!! Generic Brand Peanut Butter.
I ate the whole piece of nastiness dispite the revolting taste and looked in the cupboard again.
Hey another jar! Peter Pan? Who bought this? Oh, well I'll try it ..
crunch crunch crunch (I toasted the bread this time)
Still tastes a bit funny. . . .
Two days later I spot Another Jar of Peanut Butter hiding in the back of the pantry. This time I strike gold! Creamy, peanutty JIF!
Crunch crunch crunch . . . and this one is just right!
Since the 4th of July, I have eaten 14 pieces of peanut butter toast ( 2 of which were actually part of a peanut butter and banana sandwich . . . thank you, thank you very much)
And I'm still hungry for more!! But only JIF will calm the nutty monster within!
Anybody want a peanut?
What is it about some things that you have to have the brand name? There are a few things that I am snobby about when it comes to brand names,
- Eileen's cookies are the best cookies in the world (other than those made by grandmothers)
- When cooking anything requiring soup, it must be Campbells nothing else tastes quite as good
And my most recent discovery is Peanut Butter. I am a peanut butter snob.
It started at Mimi and Papa's house.
I was craving something to eat and I saw a jar of Natural Smuckers Peanut Butter.
It tasted okay.
So when I got home to my house I was craving more peanut butter, so I grabbed the first jar of peanut butter and spread it on bread.
munch munch munch . . .
EEEWWWWW!
What is this???? Gross!! Generic Brand Peanut Butter.
I ate the whole piece of nastiness dispite the revolting taste and looked in the cupboard again.
Hey another jar! Peter Pan? Who bought this? Oh, well I'll try it ..
crunch crunch crunch (I toasted the bread this time)
Still tastes a bit funny. . . .
Two days later I spot Another Jar of Peanut Butter hiding in the back of the pantry. This time I strike gold! Creamy, peanutty JIF!
Crunch crunch crunch . . . and this one is just right!
Since the 4th of July, I have eaten 14 pieces of peanut butter toast ( 2 of which were actually part of a peanut butter and banana sandwich . . . thank you, thank you very much)
And I'm still hungry for more!! But only JIF will calm the nutty monster within!
Anybody want a peanut?
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