Tomas has been gone all week. (oops, sorry! I made it almost one whole day!) So how is it exactly that all of our hampers are still overflowing with a smorgasboard of stinky men/youngmen/toddler clothes?! Even Tomas has an overflowing hamper, and he is not even here!
What the hell guys!
Oliver has this new habit of storing "treasures" in his pockets. Why do they even give toddlers pockets? For their wallets? Really?!
Here is what I found yesterday in his teeny tiny babykin pockets-
4 clothing tags (he forces me to cut them off, but them keeps them. He rubs them adoringly through the day. Why?)
3 small grey pebbles
1 ball of rolled up red string
1 (originally was a ) breadstick
32 cents (ka-ching! Housekeeping IS profitable!)
House rule- mom keeps the money she find when doing the laundry. It's my sur-charge.
Today I received one of the highest compliments ever. A dear family friend of ours claimed that my writing style reminds her of Erma Bombeck.
I was flabbergasted!
Here is a link to an amazing website of hers-
http://www.ermamuseum.org/home.asp
With that- here is a quote of hers that I love (and you know me and quotes!)-
"When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left and could say, 'I used everything you gave me.' "
Have a good day dearies!
xoxo,
J.Danger
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
The Bus
Here is Cha-Cha, on the infamous bus.
This will be my last post on Tommy being gone at camp, I promise.
Oh but did I tell you? He will be entering the double digit birthdays in a month.
ONE MONTH.
TEN YEARS OLD.
DOUBLE DIGITS.
OH NO.
This will be my last post on Tommy being gone at camp, I promise.
Oh but did I tell you? He will be entering the double digit birthdays in a month.
ONE MONTH.
TEN YEARS OLD.
DOUBLE DIGITS.
OH NO.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
An Open Letter to the Guy Sitting Next to Me on Saturday
Dear Sir,
First of all, the fact that you showed up to take the G.R.E almost an hour late, speaks as a testament to your seriousness as a student. It is the G.R.E. pal! If I can get there on time with two kids, two turtles, and a husband...at 8 a.m....on a SATURDAY so can you! Frankly, I do not think that they should have let you in at all. You distracted EVERYBODY. You know, all those people that got there ON TIME and were CONCENTRATING! Ya, that'd be us. Not you.
Let's move on. Your cologne. Or bodywash, soap, aftershave, or nine and three-quarters gallons of cheap body spray- it stunk. SOOOO bad. I understand that you were attempting to smell nice, and hence improve your self confidence, thus scoring higher on the G.R.E. Of course, it makes total sense. You know what doesn't make total sense? Wearing so much of it that you kill every insect that you walk past!
So you're taking your test right? Here is what I hear from you, two feet away from me.
You- "hmmmmm, immutable.......what does that mean....hmmmm....im...mut...able.....WHAT DOES IT MEAN?!"
Me- (only in my head, where it is QUIET, because we are all TESTING) "unchangeable, asshole!"
But apparently you did ok at the verbal, because you made it to the quantitative portion. What you say? How do I know? Here is how I know-
You-"wait wait....x= 1/3 y....so no....an equilateral triangle....three sides....four angles? Wait, what was x? Oh no.....hmmmm....."
Thats how I knew.
Luckily for me, the testing center supplies you with big orange hunting ear muffs to drown out all sound from around you. What I mean by that is, all of the annoying mumbling sitting next to you. So I reach up to grab my headpones, to the right of me- like EVERY OTHER STATION IN THE ROOM- and you are WEARING THEM! And yours, well they are just sitting there, to the right of you, calling me, beckoning me with their silence and their ability to drown YOU out. But I can't get them. So instead I just gaze lovingly at them, and then glare angrily at YOU, at which point you catch me in mid glare, so you glare back.
So I go back to my test.
my next word was "Gormless".
It was fitting.
First of all, the fact that you showed up to take the G.R.E almost an hour late, speaks as a testament to your seriousness as a student. It is the G.R.E. pal! If I can get there on time with two kids, two turtles, and a husband...at 8 a.m....on a SATURDAY so can you! Frankly, I do not think that they should have let you in at all. You distracted EVERYBODY. You know, all those people that got there ON TIME and were CONCENTRATING! Ya, that'd be us. Not you.
Let's move on. Your cologne. Or bodywash, soap, aftershave, or nine and three-quarters gallons of cheap body spray- it stunk. SOOOO bad. I understand that you were attempting to smell nice, and hence improve your self confidence, thus scoring higher on the G.R.E. Of course, it makes total sense. You know what doesn't make total sense? Wearing so much of it that you kill every insect that you walk past!
So you're taking your test right? Here is what I hear from you, two feet away from me.
You- "hmmmmm, immutable.......what does that mean....hmmmm....im...mut...able.....WHAT DOES IT MEAN?!"
Me- (only in my head, where it is QUIET, because we are all TESTING) "unchangeable, asshole!"
But apparently you did ok at the verbal, because you made it to the quantitative portion. What you say? How do I know? Here is how I know-
You-"wait wait....x= 1/3 y....so no....an equilateral triangle....three sides....four angles? Wait, what was x? Oh no.....hmmmm....."
Thats how I knew.
Luckily for me, the testing center supplies you with big orange hunting ear muffs to drown out all sound from around you. What I mean by that is, all of the annoying mumbling sitting next to you. So I reach up to grab my headpones, to the right of me- like EVERY OTHER STATION IN THE ROOM- and you are WEARING THEM! And yours, well they are just sitting there, to the right of you, calling me, beckoning me with their silence and their ability to drown YOU out. But I can't get them. So instead I just gaze lovingly at them, and then glare angrily at YOU, at which point you catch me in mid glare, so you glare back.
So I go back to my test.
my next word was "Gormless".
It was fitting.
Monday, August 11, 2008
As I promised....
Here is Tomas getting ready to leave on the bus. Doesn't he just scream "Camper"?!
This is the photo I gave to his cabin mate in preparation of the next seven early mornings for them. You have been warned our dear sweet Jaxon.
Gone Baby, Gone...
Tomas left for camp yesterday.
I did not cry. In front of him at least...
It was very hard. Fortunately for me, it was even harder for Oliver. He was screaming bloody murder while Tomas left.
"Myyyyy busssssss, no cha cha bus, myyyyyyy busssssssssss, no cha cha bye bye bus!"
He was not pleased that his beloved Cha Cha was going anywhere without him.
So we took him to Nanny's, where she spoiled him rotten for the day. Merely to bring reprieve from Oliver missing Cha Cha of course. She took him to the (dreaded) toy store to get him his own dear dear bus. Too bad for Oliver, the bus did not contain his Cha Cha. He decided to keep it anyway.
Cory and I went to the movies. ALONE! It (required a TON of effort and way more time than deemed necessary) was so much fun. We saw "Tell No One", and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Much to my surprise, (oops) it was subtitled. I thought for sure that Cory was going to get up and demand that we leave, but he was a good sport. He even admitted to enjoying it also.
I took the GRE on Saturday. I did very well. But for those of you that know me, very well is not the same as "the best ever". So I am taking it again in a few weeks.
Maybe the studying will keep my mind off of Tomas...away...at camp...for a week...
(pictures to follow....I killed the camera...I think it might have been the salt from my gigantic emotional charged mom tears)
I did not cry. In front of him at least...
It was very hard. Fortunately for me, it was even harder for Oliver. He was screaming bloody murder while Tomas left.
"Myyyyy busssssss, no cha cha bus, myyyyyyy busssssssssss, no cha cha bye bye bus!"
He was not pleased that his beloved Cha Cha was going anywhere without him.
So we took him to Nanny's, where she spoiled him rotten for the day. Merely to bring reprieve from Oliver missing Cha Cha of course. She took him to the (dreaded) toy store to get him his own dear dear bus. Too bad for Oliver, the bus did not contain his Cha Cha. He decided to keep it anyway.
Cory and I went to the movies. ALONE! It (required a TON of effort and way more time than deemed necessary) was so much fun. We saw "Tell No One", and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Much to my surprise, (oops) it was subtitled. I thought for sure that Cory was going to get up and demand that we leave, but he was a good sport. He even admitted to enjoying it also.
I took the GRE on Saturday. I did very well. But for those of you that know me, very well is not the same as "the best ever". So I am taking it again in a few weeks.
Maybe the studying will keep my mind off of Tomas...away...at camp...for a week...
(pictures to follow....I killed the camera...I think it might have been the salt from my gigantic emotional charged mom tears)
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Some goats and the kids,with Jane Eyre, oh and camp
So the kids had a petting zoo come out to the school yesterday. Oliver has not stopped talking about the animals. It was like he was on speed this morning!
Me--"Good morning Bug!"
BB--"GOOD MORNING MAMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Me--"Hows it going?"
BB--"SHEEP! GOATS! THE CHICKENS! BUCK BUCK BUCK! OH AND GOATS! GOATS GOATS GOATS! goat goat goat (goats make the sound 'goat' and thats it)
Me--"Wow Oliver thats amaz-"
BB--"CHICKENS! BUCK BUCK BUCK LOOK MOM! BUCK BUCK BUCK...LOOK!(animated hand movements) LLAMAS (INSERT SPIT HERE) OH AND GOATS AND BUNNIES. BUNNIES BUNNIES BUNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIES!"
Me--"Gosh Oliver it sounds like your still excited for-"
BB--"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! GOATS!"
It was amazing! I was tired just listening to him. Then when Daddy dropped them off at Day Care there was a bounce house today. Let the torrent of exciteable screams begin again. Unfortunately for the poor sap walking out of the building when Oliver was walking in, he was a wee bit dramatic. Oliver totally stopped, squatted, stared the guy dead in the eyes, and screamed at him "BOUNNNNNCCCCCCCCCCCEEEEEEEEEEEEE HOOOOOUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEE!" The gentleman ran away equally screaming.
I heard it was amazing.
Tomas is going away for camp. For his first time. He will be gone for...hold it...wait for it... ONE WHOLE WEEK! Now, before we get all slap happy, the husband and I will not be able to party it up for this week. We still have number two, and jobs, and school, and have to be upstanding adults. But it will be nice to not be jam packed with Drake appointments five days a week, and therapy, so that will be a great break. Also, Nealy is home visiting (yes!) so maybe the husband and I can squeeze in a date night. We'll see.
But back to the point-
What the hell am I going to do for a week?! Besides worry and imagine a series of imminent doom and disaster involving my son while he is hours away and I am totally out of control of the situation?! What the hell? How do parents (insert "moms" here) do this? Oh my god, what will I do for college?! He just cant go. Done.
Speaking of college- I have almost forgotten for the summer that I am still in college! School starts back up for me in three weeks and I am so eager to go back. Except for one little problem- I am so sticking behind it is not even laughable. And don't think for one red hot minute that it was due to laziness. Because it was NOT! I have been so busy this summer, I have just fallen short. And I am mad disappointed in myself.
So today at work I am reading Jane Eyre while I process my files. Or trying to really. I am doing an independent study on Jane Eyre and Wide Sargasso Sea pertaining to gender inequity. The result will be both my senior thesis (40 pages! What the hell?!) and also my graduate entry writing sample. So it is big time. I need to get going.
I had forgotten how much I LOVE Jane Eyre though. Here are some of my favorite quotes-
"Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last".
"If people were always kind and obedient to those who are cruel and unjust; the wicked people would have it all their own: they would never feel afraid, and so they would never alter, but would grow worse and worse".
"It is not violence that best overcomes hate - nor vegeance that most certainly heals injury".
"If all the world hated you, and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved you, and absolved you from guilt, you would not be without friends".
"It is in vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquility: they must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it".
"I don't think, sir, that you have a right to command me, merely because you are older than I, or because you have seen more of the world than I have; your claim to superiority depends on the use you have made of your time and experience". (Hello gender inequity!)
I could go on and on, but I know that not everyone loves Jane Eyre like I do. (Heathens!)
Side note- Cory is doing so well at work right now, and I am so very proud of him! Big things folks, big things!
xoxo-
J.Danger
Me--"Good morning Bug!"
BB--"GOOD MORNING MAMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Me--"Hows it going?"
BB--"SHEEP! GOATS! THE CHICKENS! BUCK BUCK BUCK! OH AND GOATS! GOATS GOATS GOATS! goat goat goat (goats make the sound 'goat' and thats it)
Me--"Wow Oliver thats amaz-"
BB--"CHICKENS! BUCK BUCK BUCK LOOK MOM! BUCK BUCK BUCK...LOOK!(animated hand movements) LLAMAS (INSERT SPIT HERE) OH AND GOATS AND BUNNIES. BUNNIES BUNNIES BUNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIES!"
Me--"Gosh Oliver it sounds like your still excited for-"
BB--"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! GOATS!"
It was amazing! I was tired just listening to him. Then when Daddy dropped them off at Day Care there was a bounce house today. Let the torrent of exciteable screams begin again. Unfortunately for the poor sap walking out of the building when Oliver was walking in, he was a wee bit dramatic. Oliver totally stopped, squatted, stared the guy dead in the eyes, and screamed at him "BOUNNNNNCCCCCCCCCCCEEEEEEEEEEEEE HOOOOOUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEE!" The gentleman ran away equally screaming.
I heard it was amazing.
Tomas is going away for camp. For his first time. He will be gone for...hold it...wait for it... ONE WHOLE WEEK! Now, before we get all slap happy, the husband and I will not be able to party it up for this week. We still have number two, and jobs, and school, and have to be upstanding adults. But it will be nice to not be jam packed with Drake appointments five days a week, and therapy, so that will be a great break. Also, Nealy is home visiting (yes!) so maybe the husband and I can squeeze in a date night. We'll see.
But back to the point-
What the hell am I going to do for a week?! Besides worry and imagine a series of imminent doom and disaster involving my son while he is hours away and I am totally out of control of the situation?! What the hell? How do parents (insert "moms" here) do this? Oh my god, what will I do for college?! He just cant go. Done.
Speaking of college- I have almost forgotten for the summer that I am still in college! School starts back up for me in three weeks and I am so eager to go back. Except for one little problem- I am so sticking behind it is not even laughable. And don't think for one red hot minute that it was due to laziness. Because it was NOT! I have been so busy this summer, I have just fallen short. And I am mad disappointed in myself.
So today at work I am reading Jane Eyre while I process my files. Or trying to really. I am doing an independent study on Jane Eyre and Wide Sargasso Sea pertaining to gender inequity. The result will be both my senior thesis (40 pages! What the hell?!) and also my graduate entry writing sample. So it is big time. I need to get going.
I had forgotten how much I LOVE Jane Eyre though. Here are some of my favorite quotes-
"Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last".
"If people were always kind and obedient to those who are cruel and unjust; the wicked people would have it all their own: they would never feel afraid, and so they would never alter, but would grow worse and worse".
"It is not violence that best overcomes hate - nor vegeance that most certainly heals injury".
"If all the world hated you, and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved you, and absolved you from guilt, you would not be without friends".
"It is in vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquility: they must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it".
"I don't think, sir, that you have a right to command me, merely because you are older than I, or because you have seen more of the world than I have; your claim to superiority depends on the use you have made of your time and experience". (Hello gender inequity!)
I could go on and on, but I know that not everyone loves Jane Eyre like I do. (Heathens!)
Side note- Cory is doing so well at work right now, and I am so very proud of him! Big things folks, big things!
xoxo-
J.Danger
Monday, August 4, 2008
Camping Pictures
Please be kind to me, we were camping. I mean who really looks that good in the wild?! I mean, come on, really?
There were lots of tall trees to stand under
And plenty of Danger Family Dance offs, most of which Oliver won
Waiting for Smores
Card games galore and the table of doom
Brothers! They had a lot of fun.
I have more pictures, but it takes so long to put them up. Blah! The camping part was way more fun!
xoxo,
J.Danger
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