Monday, December 31, 2007
Thursday, December 27, 2007
The resolution post
I have become household reorganizationally manic. I am going through rooms and making daily donations. I am moving stuff from one room to the next and going through each drawer in the process. I haven't felt this manic about going through in awhile. I am also rarely home for 2 weeks at a time without much to do.
Part of my desire to move things is that I want my treadmill out of my room. I can see the tv when I walk, but I have to crank my head. I am moving it to the office so I can watch tv straight on.
Anyway, here are some resolutions.
1. I need to work on my physical health. I need to exercise on a regular basis and I need to lose weight so I can be healthier.
2. All of the usual suspects. Read past blogs, they are the same every year.
We had a great Christmas with my brothers family and my parents. And the snow on Christmas day, what a wonderful surprise!
Part of my desire to move things is that I want my treadmill out of my room. I can see the tv when I walk, but I have to crank my head. I am moving it to the office so I can watch tv straight on.
Anyway, here are some resolutions.
1. I need to work on my physical health. I need to exercise on a regular basis and I need to lose weight so I can be healthier.
2. All of the usual suspects. Read past blogs, they are the same every year.
We had a great Christmas with my brothers family and my parents. And the snow on Christmas day, what a wonderful surprise!
Friday, December 21, 2007
10 unfavorable things about Dingus:
I was accused last night of being too loving towards Dingus on this blog. Bookgroup was at our house and the bookchicks all told him that they don't know anyone who says as many nice things about their man as I do.
I promised them that I would produce a list of 10 things that made me crazy about Dingus.
1. Dingus is so damn loud in the morning trying to clear the snot from his throat. It goes on for 20 minutes. Loogie hocking, hacking, snorting. Its all gross and loud.
2. Dingus likes to pick his toenails and then smell his fingers.
3. When Dingus blows his nose, he attempts to throw the tissue in the garbage. If he misses, he must say "fuck it" in his head, because he just leaves it there.
4. Dingus insists on spreading about 2 inches of baby powder on our newly washed sheets. Because it makes it smell better than bounce? or because it will absorb future odors? I don't know. But we go through the baby powder like nobodys business.
5. Dingus likes to eat peanut butter and butter and jelly sandwiches about 2 hours after we go to bed. Its like he naps and then wakes up hungry. When the peanut butter and jelly elf sneaks in our house, he does a horrible job of wiping up his mess. As in, he does not attempt to.
6. Dingus occionally brings home clothing items that he feels are "fly". One is a red reebok jackets that a 17 year old gansta should wear. The other item is tennis shoes that are so white they can be seen from space. No matter how retarded I tell him he looks, he luvs them.
7. Speaking of shoes, Dingus has a shoe fetish. And that is fine. But he always buys his shoes either a 1/2 size to big or too small. Rarely does he buy a pair of shoes that fit just right. So he wears them and then we have to discuss the fit. Overandoverandover again.
8. Dingus prefers to shit with the door open and the fan off. He feels "claustrophobic" and wants to be "able to talk to me".
9. Dingus likes to lecture me on the way I clean the house. It makes him crazy that I sweep the floor before I wipe the counter. But I am always barefoot and can't stand stepping on crumbs. The lectures about how the "maid and nanny" used to do it, well... piss off.
10. I'm trying. I got 9. But I am sitting here for 10, thinking. Alright, I've got it. I have small hands with short fingers. Dingus calls them my "man hands." He quite often says "Careful with those man hands." Nothing makes a woman feel sexier than being told to watch her man hands.
Happy now?
I promised them that I would produce a list of 10 things that made me crazy about Dingus.
1. Dingus is so damn loud in the morning trying to clear the snot from his throat. It goes on for 20 minutes. Loogie hocking, hacking, snorting. Its all gross and loud.
2. Dingus likes to pick his toenails and then smell his fingers.
3. When Dingus blows his nose, he attempts to throw the tissue in the garbage. If he misses, he must say "fuck it" in his head, because he just leaves it there.
4. Dingus insists on spreading about 2 inches of baby powder on our newly washed sheets. Because it makes it smell better than bounce? or because it will absorb future odors? I don't know. But we go through the baby powder like nobodys business.
5. Dingus likes to eat peanut butter and butter and jelly sandwiches about 2 hours after we go to bed. Its like he naps and then wakes up hungry. When the peanut butter and jelly elf sneaks in our house, he does a horrible job of wiping up his mess. As in, he does not attempt to.
6. Dingus occionally brings home clothing items that he feels are "fly". One is a red reebok jackets that a 17 year old gansta should wear. The other item is tennis shoes that are so white they can be seen from space. No matter how retarded I tell him he looks, he luvs them.
7. Speaking of shoes, Dingus has a shoe fetish. And that is fine. But he always buys his shoes either a 1/2 size to big or too small. Rarely does he buy a pair of shoes that fit just right. So he wears them and then we have to discuss the fit. Overandoverandover again.
8. Dingus prefers to shit with the door open and the fan off. He feels "claustrophobic" and wants to be "able to talk to me".
9. Dingus likes to lecture me on the way I clean the house. It makes him crazy that I sweep the floor before I wipe the counter. But I am always barefoot and can't stand stepping on crumbs. The lectures about how the "maid and nanny" used to do it, well... piss off.
10. I'm trying. I got 9. But I am sitting here for 10, thinking. Alright, I've got it. I have small hands with short fingers. Dingus calls them my "man hands." He quite often says "Careful with those man hands." Nothing makes a woman feel sexier than being told to watch her man hands.
Happy now?
Thursday, December 20, 2007
WTF
I'm sorry. But I just heard that Jamie Lynn Spears is pregnant!?! I know she is not the only teenager to get pregnant, but WTF is going on with those girls?
I was going to post that I have made it to Thursday.
My cold left me exhausted earlier in the week. I napped everyday... and I am not a big napper. And it has been a crazy week. Monday I had a cookie exchange, Tuesday Dingus and I went Christmas shopping, Wednesday Nothing! but wrapping presents, cleaning our flithy house, catching up on laundry and now it is Thursday.
Thursday is significant because I am done with work. I mean, not done done, but today and tomorrow are the preschools winter celebration. The kids come with their parents, they sing, we eat, they leave.
Tonight I host bookgroup. It was my book choice Love in the time of Cholera. I am not done reading it. I love it, but I am no where close to being done. I thought I would read more in Mexico and then when I came back, you know, I was napping.
Tomorrow the girl goes to a birthday sleepover and the boy has his best friend sleep over. Saturday we will deliver gifts to a family in need that the boys group is sponsoring. Saturday night we may invite a friend in town over (we just aren't sure yet:) Sunday I bake 2 pies, rolls and create a veggie platter. Sunday late afternoon Marita and her family come over and we join them at a mutual friends house for a get together, and then Maritas family spends the night. Monday at lunch we go to my bro's house for Christmas, returning home Tuesday afternoon.
See, I have made it to Thursday.
I was going to post that I have made it to Thursday.
My cold left me exhausted earlier in the week. I napped everyday... and I am not a big napper. And it has been a crazy week. Monday I had a cookie exchange, Tuesday Dingus and I went Christmas shopping, Wednesday Nothing! but wrapping presents, cleaning our flithy house, catching up on laundry and now it is Thursday.
Thursday is significant because I am done with work. I mean, not done done, but today and tomorrow are the preschools winter celebration. The kids come with their parents, they sing, we eat, they leave.
Tonight I host bookgroup. It was my book choice Love in the time of Cholera. I am not done reading it. I love it, but I am no where close to being done. I thought I would read more in Mexico and then when I came back, you know, I was napping.
Tomorrow the girl goes to a birthday sleepover and the boy has his best friend sleep over. Saturday we will deliver gifts to a family in need that the boys group is sponsoring. Saturday night we may invite a friend in town over (we just aren't sure yet:) Sunday I bake 2 pies, rolls and create a veggie platter. Sunday late afternoon Marita and her family come over and we join them at a mutual friends house for a get together, and then Maritas family spends the night. Monday at lunch we go to my bro's house for Christmas, returning home Tuesday afternoon.
See, I have made it to Thursday.
Monday, December 17, 2007
I am
1. Sick with a cold.
2. Over scheduled this week.
3. Not done Christmas shopping.
4. Pissed to high heaven that my Christmas cards that I paid extra shipping for aren't hear yet.
5. Reserved that this is the year my children will get a dog.
6. Mightly over-weight for me.
7. In love with Dingus and those children of mine.
8. Addicted to Pogo.
9. So looking forward to 2 weeks off from work.
10. Going to work now. Bye.
2. Over scheduled this week.
3. Not done Christmas shopping.
4. Pissed to high heaven that my Christmas cards that I paid extra shipping for aren't hear yet.
5. Reserved that this is the year my children will get a dog.
6. Mightly over-weight for me.
7. In love with Dingus and those children of mine.
8. Addicted to Pogo.
9. So looking forward to 2 weeks off from work.
10. Going to work now. Bye.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Mexico
Ah yes, Mexico. How lovely it was. Here is a run down.
Friday November 30: Checked into our hotel on 82nd avenue. We were all certain it was full of bed bugs and grateful we were only there one evening.
Saturday December 1: Woke up at 3:30 a.m. On the shuttle bus at 4:00. Got yelled at by airport security for not removing my laptop from its back pack. He was like "Its flying 101. Everyone knows to do that." It was 4 a.m. It was all I could do to not say "Suck it Trebeck."
We flew to Seattle and then boarded another plane to Mexico. Both flights were fun because a)xanax makes me not spit in toilets b)little vodka bottles c)I was flying with my family! My brother and I have been best friends since we were little kids. We can make each other laugh at the drop of a hat. Just by a look.
We had a crazy shuttle ride to the resort, but instantly fell in love when we got there. The pool, the beach, the room, the bar, the babysitter. A match made in heaven.
Sunday December 2: Everyone is tired. We spend the day at the pool or in our room napping. For dinner we rode in a "open air taxi" to a wonderful seafood restaurant, where we all did too many shots of Don Julio. When we got back to the resort the babysitter took the kids to my brothers room while the grown ups drank Margaritas and laughed in the bar. The bar was surrounded by glass so we could see people walking by. It is this night that we meet the Buenos Noches kids. This is a group of 6 teens who were brought here by their Grandpa for vacation. They are from Mexico, but speak good english. They play hide and seek outside the bar, or inside the bar if they felt there was a good hiding place. They became great buddies with our family.
Dingus and my brother go Tequila insane this evening.
Monday December 3: We agree to meet at the pool this morning. I call my brother to ask what time, he simply replies "I can't. I can't get out of bed." He was being a big hungover baby, but did show up to the water.
We spend the day at the pool and/or the beach. The kids try and love boogie boarding. I am sure my boy will live on a coastal range somewhere. We can't get Dingus out of the ocean... he just swims and bodysurfs and floats. If I said to him "Lets move to Southern California" he would do it in a heart beat. Dingus' father was a Diplomat with a boat, so he has spend his entire life in the warm waters of the world.
Tuesday December 4: Dingus, Dad, Bro, Uncle Juan all go deep sea fishing. They all catch tuna, but Dingus gets the big score: and 80 Lb. Swordfish. Being a catch and release fly-fisherman, he did release the fish. The boys come home seasick and tired, but rally enough to eat dinner and join us for conversation.
Wednesday December 5: We head to the Market place. We take a city bus which was great fun. The market place is full of Pig and Boar heads. The girl is about to freak out. We buy a few items, go to Panama's for lunch and then head home. This is the only day we don't swim. When we get back to the resort we fed the kids and then showered and went to a fiesta. As soon as we go to the fiesta doors, they hung a necklace with a shot glass around our necks. Need I say more. There is a lot of Mexican dancing and a funny guy that keeps saying "OH MY GATO" instead of Oh My God. Very funny.
Thursday: My nephew is diagnosed with a double ear infection and is told he can't swim the rest of the trip. So, we head to the beach where we know he can get wet without going in. We also walk the beach and find a huge amount of great shells. This evening we join the kids in the arcade room after a shitty dinner at the resort.
Friday: Beach. Vendors. Cocnut drinks.
Saturday: Early morning check out, fly all day and return home to it snowing!
One other thing: There were iguanas everywhere. They would swim in the pool and eat the fruit from our drinks.
This is a very dry summary- me just trying to remember what we did. What is not in here are the hysterical things; like my father missing the door in the glass wall and bruising his forhead against the glass. Like the girl packing her tooth fairy pillow from Oregon and losing her tooth in Mexico (the Mexican tooth fairy leaves 20 pesos!); like my cousin, the baby-sitter and all of the awesome conversation I had with her; like the Dingus and looking over at him all sun kissed holding a coconut full of delight and the joy of knowing I am living and playing with people that I love.
I have a kick ass tan.
Friday November 30: Checked into our hotel on 82nd avenue. We were all certain it was full of bed bugs and grateful we were only there one evening.
Saturday December 1: Woke up at 3:30 a.m. On the shuttle bus at 4:00. Got yelled at by airport security for not removing my laptop from its back pack. He was like "Its flying 101. Everyone knows to do that." It was 4 a.m. It was all I could do to not say "Suck it Trebeck."
We flew to Seattle and then boarded another plane to Mexico. Both flights were fun because a)xanax makes me not spit in toilets b)little vodka bottles c)I was flying with my family! My brother and I have been best friends since we were little kids. We can make each other laugh at the drop of a hat. Just by a look.
We had a crazy shuttle ride to the resort, but instantly fell in love when we got there. The pool, the beach, the room, the bar, the babysitter. A match made in heaven.
Sunday December 2: Everyone is tired. We spend the day at the pool or in our room napping. For dinner we rode in a "open air taxi" to a wonderful seafood restaurant, where we all did too many shots of Don Julio. When we got back to the resort the babysitter took the kids to my brothers room while the grown ups drank Margaritas and laughed in the bar. The bar was surrounded by glass so we could see people walking by. It is this night that we meet the Buenos Noches kids. This is a group of 6 teens who were brought here by their Grandpa for vacation. They are from Mexico, but speak good english. They play hide and seek outside the bar, or inside the bar if they felt there was a good hiding place. They became great buddies with our family.
Dingus and my brother go Tequila insane this evening.
Monday December 3: We agree to meet at the pool this morning. I call my brother to ask what time, he simply replies "I can't. I can't get out of bed." He was being a big hungover baby, but did show up to the water.
We spend the day at the pool and/or the beach. The kids try and love boogie boarding. I am sure my boy will live on a coastal range somewhere. We can't get Dingus out of the ocean... he just swims and bodysurfs and floats. If I said to him "Lets move to Southern California" he would do it in a heart beat. Dingus' father was a Diplomat with a boat, so he has spend his entire life in the warm waters of the world.
Tuesday December 4: Dingus, Dad, Bro, Uncle Juan all go deep sea fishing. They all catch tuna, but Dingus gets the big score: and 80 Lb. Swordfish. Being a catch and release fly-fisherman, he did release the fish. The boys come home seasick and tired, but rally enough to eat dinner and join us for conversation.
Wednesday December 5: We head to the Market place. We take a city bus which was great fun. The market place is full of Pig and Boar heads. The girl is about to freak out. We buy a few items, go to Panama's for lunch and then head home. This is the only day we don't swim. When we get back to the resort we fed the kids and then showered and went to a fiesta. As soon as we go to the fiesta doors, they hung a necklace with a shot glass around our necks. Need I say more. There is a lot of Mexican dancing and a funny guy that keeps saying "OH MY GATO" instead of Oh My God. Very funny.
Thursday: My nephew is diagnosed with a double ear infection and is told he can't swim the rest of the trip. So, we head to the beach where we know he can get wet without going in. We also walk the beach and find a huge amount of great shells. This evening we join the kids in the arcade room after a shitty dinner at the resort.
Friday: Beach. Vendors. Cocnut drinks.
Saturday: Early morning check out, fly all day and return home to it snowing!
One other thing: There were iguanas everywhere. They would swim in the pool and eat the fruit from our drinks.
This is a very dry summary- me just trying to remember what we did. What is not in here are the hysterical things; like my father missing the door in the glass wall and bruising his forhead against the glass. Like the girl packing her tooth fairy pillow from Oregon and losing her tooth in Mexico (the Mexican tooth fairy leaves 20 pesos!); like my cousin, the baby-sitter and all of the awesome conversation I had with her; like the Dingus and looking over at him all sun kissed holding a coconut full of delight and the joy of knowing I am living and playing with people that I love.
I have a kick ass tan.
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