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8月27日 I Want a Trained Squirrel. I'll be honest--it's hard for me to think clearly right now from lack of caffeine, but I'm going to try and write a little something during the precious little time I have. How 'bout another charming poopy anecdote?
No?
Yeah, I didn't think so. Here's something else that's a little funny.
Dinnertime, our house, Friday, after watching Charlie and the Chocolate Factory for the thousandth time this week:
"Daddy. I want a trained squirrel. DADDY!" Mia demands.
And that's all I got. One spoiled child and one baffled Daddy.
Add that movie to the list of things I can't get out of my head. I walk around all day singing the songs. I even know the dance steps to "Augustus Gloop"--Cheyenne and I can jam with the best of the Oompa Loompas.
On another note, not related to anything Wonka, my mom called and said they've recieved several compliments on the calligraphy--SWEET! I told her to pass it on that I'm available for hire--and I do ship. Maybe that'll be the first step towards my long-time ultimate goal of owning my own stationary/party supplies/gift shop--become a professional calligrapher. And by professional, I mean PAID. I wonder what the going rate for addressing envelopes is these days?
Seriously, for years I have wanted to have my own business--I would design everything--wedding invitations, birth announcements, etc...make them unique, maybe even a little FUNKY!--not like the ones you see all the time--which are fine, but if you're a little weird like me...you want something with a little more...I don't know...pizzazz? Oh, how fun it would be. One day. One day.
We need to settle first. Caleb's been toying with the idea of taking a position in Oregon--ever since he came back from Lake Tahoe, all he's thought about is the fabulous weather and scenery up in that part of the country. He's basically talked himself out of it--financially it would make zero sense--the cost of living is well over twice of that it is here. And after a year and a half in this territory, he's finally starting to see some regular business, form lasting relationships with these people--things are finally starting to pay off, and it'll only continue. We love the area, the schools, the people, our house, our neighboorhood. In Oklahoma, we live like kings. Moving anywhere right now would just be stupid.
Well, I've written a lot about nothing. I'll update on the kids, husband, and dogs a little more later on in the week. Have a great rest of the weekend!
And P.S.--we are well over the 10,000 page views mark. Congratulate yourselves.
8月23日 Wacky Wednesday Alright people. I'm all the way to 9964 page views. Let's see if we can get it to the 10,000 mark by Friday so we can all have something to celebrate about this weekend.
I've noticed something odd--I'm read when I don't write, and when I write I'm not read. What's up with that? I've made many more fishy observations this week:
And for the record, you so-called friends, my fondest wish is to name a kid "Marianne", and I'm still waiting for that pretty pink dress. 8月22日 We won't be doing THAT again. Giving a toddler a bath is no easy task. It involves risk; determination; and an extreme love of splashing. And in some cases, earplugs and beer.
Always expect the bathing process to be everything opposite of what you have prepared yourself for. For instance: Fast=slow. Dry=soaking. Calm and soothing=rambunctious pool party that ends with you and 3 naked Barbie dolls in the tub while the actual child is on the loose somewhere on the other side of the house.
On occasion, I like to draw up a nice, warm bubble bath for me and Mia. Sometimes I do it to save time. Today I did it to waste time. Mia was in a mood, as usual, and I'm counting the minutes until I can put her down for the night. So I thought this would be a nice way to pass away an hour...or at the very least 15 minutes.
It started out wonderfully. We poured in about half a bottle of Mr. Bubble, the sun was streaming in through the window...Mia tenderly poured water over my knees and we both made bubble hats for ourselves...I felt like I was laying in a tubful of clouds. For a moment, I imagined it's what heaven would be like.
And then my dear child ever-so-lovingly patted my tummy and said "BIG belly."
She then pointed to herself and said, "Little belly."
My mood wavered and then Mia gave me a big hug and said, "HAPPY big belly. Happy mommy."
You know, the kid has it all figured out.
Then she giggled and said, "Oops! I pooted!"
And then a huge, vibrating noise. And another smile from Mia. "Oops! I pooted again! Mommy--poot too?"
"No, Mia, I do not need to poot. Do you want to go sit on your potty?"
"No. I want to stay in the tub...noooo...I...want...(grunts)...A DIAPEEEEEE! NOWWWWW!"
I jumped out of the tub and grabbed her towel, but we ended up having to take a shower after the bath anyway. 8月18日 Kids, Turn on the Light. 2 entries in one day--Either I'm bored and I'm trying to make up for the weeks I missed, or something is on my mind and I just can't get it off! Spoke to Caleb on the phone just now--he's been delayed in his coming home to wait on me hand and foot--and he's excited about a meeting he had with one of his dealers. How excited? Pretty darn. Seems he may be striking quite the deal with this guy--a deal that would be nothing but champagne and caviar for us. Okay, honestly we'd probably stick to Bud Light and Tostitos, but you get the idea.
HIM: "This could be huge for us, babe. Huge."
ME: "Now that's the kind of person I'd allow you to take to a strip club--take that guy to a strip club!"
HIM: "This deal calls for 2 strip clubs!"
ME: "Yeah! And get him a hooker!"
HIM: "How about 3 hookers?!!"
ME: "2 strip clubs, 3 hookers, and a Klondike bar!"
HIM: "Hell, I'll sleep with him myself!"
Silence.
I ended up laughing my head off after that conversation, but I was left wondering...will they be sharing the Klondike bar after sex? And how many $6.99 polka dot shirts can I buy with the commission he would make? It's quite a lot to think about. Would I become a real housewife of Orange County? Or would I still bite the living shit out of my fingernails, forget to comb my hair, and walk out of the house wearing chewed-up green flip flops from the dollar store?
Caleb works so hard. But in his business, straight-up good luck has a lot to do with success--although, if he wasn't busting his ass, that good luck would never have an opportunity to present itself. And I'm not holding my breath--what is that saying about chickens hatching?
I did manage to make it around a little bit today and explore "space". (Applause) I didn't get to everyone but I will try this weekend while I am holed up sick and sniffling in the house. Okay, now I'm really going. Untitled--by Toni My husband called me this morning and informed me that he would be calling it an early day--he'll be heading home soon with a wicked bad sore throat and runny nose.
I told him to hang up, call me back, and let me know that he was on his way home to take care of me. I feel so lousy. All I've been thinking about for the past 12 hours is him coming in the door and making me a nice bowl of soup before cuddling up with me under a fuzzy blanket on the couch. What the hell. Now we're both sick, and the kids are coughing and hacking like madmen back in their bedrooms--Cheyenne's so bad that she's missing the 2nd day of school, although she did protest quite a bit this morning.
So other than generally feeling miserable, we're all fine.
Cheyenne had a fabulous 1st day of school. They switch classes like high-schoolers--so young! But she enjoyed it and likes all her teachers, knows someone in every class. It's all in one small hallway anyhow.
I want to give a big, hearty CONGRATULATIONS to INKA, who just got engaged to that fine young lad she introduced us to this past May--he proposed at a Dave Matthews concert during one of their favorite songs--how sweet is that? We couldn't be more happy for them.
My friends Casey and Phil, and Casey and Phil, are both ready to pop with babies. I can only hope Caleb and I will be following in their footsteps sometime in the near future--I was allowed to go off that stupid bc pill last week--the suspected cause of my horrid acne problems, --and couldn't be more excited about the possibility of adding to the family. We'll have to see--lack of time and energy tend to have a negative effect on plans such as this.
Speaking of my horrid acne problems, my face has cleared up tremendously thanks to a little something I like to call "best friend that works in a dermatology clinic." She sent me a bag full of magic and within 2 days I saw major improvement. So I guess I can throw away the mask I was planning to wear to my sister's wedding.
The other pills I'm on--the crazy pills--are still doing the trick, I think. I find myself grinding my teeth together so hard and noticing it only when my jaw starts to hurt. I also sense that I am going through what would normally be an outrageously rage-y stage, but thanks to the medicine, it is dulled down a bit. I still feel it--I can only describe it as someone screaming into a pillow--it's there, but it's not quite as loud. I guess anything is an improvement over that last wave of insanity.
I'm going to go play some gameboy tetris and snooze on the swing for a while before Mia wakes up from her nap in a snotty mood. Hope you all have a great weekend!
8月17日 Did I Miss Something? The birthday party was great. Tons of presents--ridiculous amounts of presents. It's good to be 2.
The very next day we all came down with a little summer cold. Runny noses, sore throats. Shitty moods. We meant to take the visiting relatives somewhere fun, but it never happened. Unless you count dinner at Johnny Carino's as fun, which I do, because I love to eat, but I'm pretty sure that's not what they had in mind as far as entertainment...especially since my father-in-law paid for it all. I think they had a good time while they were here. They left Tuesday morning, right as I was taking Mia to her 2 year check-up--a nightmare. Everytime I take that kid to the doctor she's got an ear infection that I didn't know about. Sheesh.
So Mia's been downing some delicious antibiotics the past couple days. Cheyenne's been stuck in bed with that awful nasty cold. Today was her first day of school and after overdosing on dimetap last night was feeling pretty fine this morning. Nothing could get her down. She had on "THE" outfit (head to toe hot pink), carrying her brand new polka-dotted backpack full of sweet brand-new school supplies (ah, the smell of a new notebook), and a sassy pink purse full of pocket tissue and cough drops. Can't miss the first day of school. She was so excited. And she insisted on riding the bus--"WHAT? You mean you don't want me to drive you?" "No, mom. And I don't want you to make me a lunch either. I want to buy lunch."
Damn. My kiddo is getting so old so fast.
And dear lord. I noticed the other day that the girl is in desperate need of a bra. When did that happen? Is it that time already? Was I that way? What the hell?
Mia's walking around the house saying, "Sissy-where are you? Sissy, are you at school? You're a big girl. Mia's a big girl, too. I'm going to school. Sissy, where are you?"
It's truly sad. Think we'll head to the mall today.
On the upside, I got out and rode the bike today ahead of schedule--7:30 to be exact. So that's out of the way now.
And, we finally got some rain. It dropped the temperature down to 96 degrees--whoa.
Gotta go. Mia's figured out how to unlock and open the backdoor. And she's in a running mood.
8月11日 Read It 'N' Weep Well. Obviously one of several things has happened:
It's a little bit of all of the above; execpt for the aliens...or?... Okay, I've got no real excuse. So just for my mom and my friends--I'm fine. I'm busy. Not really busy doing much of anything important, unless you count lounging about on MY KICKASS NEW SWING as important. Mia's birthday is the day after tomorrow, and already the child has presents out the yin-yang. We plan on having just a nice, quiet little family cookout with cake and presents. That's all she really cares about at this point in time anyway. I promised tidbits of the conversation I'd had with my husband about 2 weeks ago on the way home from the grown-up party. Without further ado...and I'll let you guess who said what. (Or rather, which one of us had more to drink that night.) "You know, baby, that's why I liked you. You didn't have a messed up grill. And you were REAL." "Awww...you were real, too, baby. REAL HOT!" "He he he he. You're crazy. But no, seriously, baby. You were real. You were like a real person with a real heart." (Sniff, tear.) "Really?" "Damn right. Everybody else I dated...they were not real. They were hot, but they were not real." "So what do you mean when you say 'real'?" "You know--REAL. And you were hot." "And you couldn't resist my charms." "Actually you got on my nerves on our first date." "You got on mine too." "You started pissing me off." "See?!! Our minds were already on the same wavelength!"
And that just about puts an end to the intellegent part of the evening. Yeah, that's as smart as it gets around here. But, hey. At least I'm real. Just for the space people--I know I've been a bad girl, but I think about each and every one of you: KM: Doing a baby dance for you in my fancy shoes. Sue: Praying for you and your family always. Psychomommytif: Girl, I need to write you a ticket cause you got FINE written all over you. Sherry sherry: Summer in the TEXAX/OK area is almost halfway over! We just have to make it through to October and the heat will slack off a little bit! Until then I'm having Island Dreams. Mikey: I'm withering away without my daily dose of confessions of love, man-style. Hope it's going well. FreckledSasha: Okay, so has school kicked in again? What are you taking this semester? Nooner: Can't wait to see what video you have this week--and where is our song? Princessdarcy: It's been awhile. Did we ever get the house across the street burned to the ground? Get right on that if not. Lizzie: I like you because you normally write as little as I have been lately. Hope you're doing great--getting ready for school? I know for a fact I've left out several people--my brain just quit on me. I'll get the rest of the list another day and I PROMISE to read a little more...and probably write a little more too. 8月1日 DANGER: TONI MOWING Yeah, I
 our riding lawn mower. I don't know if he was drunk or just stupid, but Caleb let me mow the lawn Sunday. The lawn. Blades running over the actual sod--not just the pitiful dirt part of the property, but the sod. IN THE FRONT YARD! And the truly wonderful part is that he never even noticed the lovely marks I made down by the street where I gleefully turned donuts for about 5 minutes on the thing... So much has been going on, besides me brushing up on my landscaping skills. Where to begin? I've been trying to stay away from them, but only a list will sufficently cover everything:
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