I can not believe I have not blogged since January 15. My, am I really too busy to waste time writing about mindless things to open air that no one reads? Obviously. Until now. A little peace and quiet and little interruption. Only one problem - what do I have to say today?
I could talk about the stimulus package but why? There is really nothing I could say that would make any difference, instead I would only get what I think off my chest.
Hmmm, I could talk about the Super Bowl but truly unless the Saints would be in it (yeah, right) I really don't care who wins. I do like the commercials and the parties though.
Let see I could talk about the business. No. Not now. I am off and let's that be that.
Okay - how about the kids?Yeah, the kids. OK, well, Sarah joined a soccer league. (She has on her uniform right now and she is practicing and I have to say she looks pretty cute. And her number is 7!) She had her first practice this past Monday and her first game is Saturday. Her coach and assistant coach are so very nice and encouraging. The girls on the team welcomed Sarah as if she has been with them all along . (History => Sarah has never played soccer before, said maybe PE in school. This is the very first time. 9 years old. Never too late I suppose.) So, I asked the coach today if she was going to let Sarah play on Saturday and she said "Oh yeah. Of course. The only way to learn is to play." Hope she still feels that way on Saturday. After the game that is. I know Saz will do fine but it is scary to see your offspring put herself out there to possibly get hurt, be embarrassed, run the wrong way towards the opponent's goal or be so tired she wants to faint. But then she may just be a good player, kicker, whatever they call players and what they do (Note to self - look up soccer terms on the web.). She may very well show us all.
Katie has decided that the TV has all the answers to life's problems. Got a zit? Use ProActive. Need to find your keys in your purse? You need the do-hick that hangs in the purse to find such. Needs to lose weight? Take your pick - Jenny Craig, NutriSystem, those fat melting pills. But now she has taken it too far. (OK, for those of you who maybe asking, why is she watching so much TV? First - shut it. Second - live in my house for 2 days and you will be kissing that TV every morning. Third - she does not watch that much but she and Saz are hooked on I Love Lucy. Go figure.)
Sunday as we were driving to church, I asked Katie if she was going to give some money to the church out of the cupcake container she had in the car (that she was rattling incessantly). She was not answering me. I explained what the money goes towards and how the church needs it. I told her it was God's money anyway. Pregnant pause. Then she proceeds to inform me emphatically - "Mom. They say on TV that it's my money and I want it now." Thank you J G Wentworth. OK. Funny. Laughed really hard. I tried to explain that what they are saying does not correspond to what I was saying. I don't think anything was sinking in her brain. Shock.
Last night Katie gives me a letter size piece of paper. It has a phone number on it and CALL NOW written in her kindergarten handwriting. "What is this Katie?" "This is the number you call when you want your money." .................. She froze the DVR taped commercial from the I Love Lucy episode and wrote down the number for me, along with six faces of people - some happy, some sad. Imagine how proud I am. Maybe she'll be an investment banker.
OK. The peace and quiet has turned into slam fighting, whining/crying/complaining, yelling and tattling. Oh wait. Now it is laughter. I live in the crazy house, full of TV commercial solutions. But no TV for awhile. TV has been taken away until the rooms get cleaned. Guess I won't be getting any advice for quite some time.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Hair musings
Ok, so I told Paul about the hairbag comment and he said that I probably should not refer to hair, or long hair on dudes, since he is a long haired dude and all. But I was not ragging on the dudes in particular. so I just want to be clear. Any person of either gender, please refrain from letting hair hanging directly in your face. Gees.
I watched Jay Leno or The Tonight Show 2 nights ago. Mickey was on. I had just written my blog entry about him and the hair and then Paul made the comment. I felt a little bad UNTIL he comes out, sits down and lets a piece of his hair HANG in his face for the first half and almost the second half of his interview. I had to mentally block out the hair (which not only was hanging but was attached to either his facial hair or his lip) so I could hear what he was saying, which that all is another entry. FINALLY he must have seen it or felt it when he removed his glasses (circa Annie Hall, which I loved for oh so many years). Yeah Mickey.
I guess I can't stand the hair in the face thing even more since my precious Katie likes to make a "fluffy" with a loop of her "lellow" locks and then let it go to HANG in her face. Argh. It drives me! It is part of the plan to make me completely loose my mind I am certain. Sarah had a hair thing too. When she was under 2 1/2 she would have to sit in my lap, suck her thumb and hold my hair, which often got in my face, pulled, yanked, you get the picture. So maybe this all is related?
Still, people, please. The look may be cool but it says "You a fool." (Still - I'm not judging - just saying.)
I watched Jay Leno or The Tonight Show 2 nights ago. Mickey was on. I had just written my blog entry about him and the hair and then Paul made the comment. I felt a little bad UNTIL he comes out, sits down and lets a piece of his hair HANG in his face for the first half and almost the second half of his interview. I had to mentally block out the hair (which not only was hanging but was attached to either his facial hair or his lip) so I could hear what he was saying, which that all is another entry. FINALLY he must have seen it or felt it when he removed his glasses (circa Annie Hall, which I loved for oh so many years). Yeah Mickey.
I guess I can't stand the hair in the face thing even more since my precious Katie likes to make a "fluffy" with a loop of her "lellow" locks and then let it go to HANG in her face. Argh. It drives me! It is part of the plan to make me completely loose my mind I am certain. Sarah had a hair thing too. When she was under 2 1/2 she would have to sit in my lap, suck her thumb and hold my hair, which often got in my face, pulled, yanked, you get the picture. So maybe this all is related?
Still, people, please. The look may be cool but it says "You a fool." (Still - I'm not judging - just saying.)
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
One of oh so many pet peeves
I was watching the Golden Globes - half heartedly as I had to do some work at the same time. Anyway I was kind of thrown off with the format, the way the presenters described the roles, the rapid fire announcing. I'm sure I missed a lot from running in and out of the room, getting kids to bed, getting things ready for school, going to the bathroom - you know stuff. But I was in the room when Mickey Rourke won. Now let me say that I am not one to (admit to) judge or criticize so I will just go on record to say I just ask why? And here is the why of why... why do people let their hair hang in their faces when they are speaking/singing/having a discussion/presenting/accepting an award/whatever????? (Had to use multiple question marks to represent my curiosity and disdain. You understand.)
I have seen it way to many times - hair hanging in the face, in the eyes, in the mouth. People... first it looks stupid (don't tell my kids I used the s word). How can you honestly see? Really? It has to be distracting. You do not look mysterious. You are not hiding. You simply look moronic. Is there some movie or fad people follow to make them do this? Are English Sheepdogs influencing style now?
Please - use a headband/barrette/clip/ponytail holder/tiara/cap/staple/tape whatever is needed to get your hair out of your face. Doesn't have to be fancy. Heck you aren't doing anything now so anything would be a step above.
I thank you.
Now what did Mickey win for anyway? Oh yeah some hairbag role. Figures.
I have seen it way to many times - hair hanging in the face, in the eyes, in the mouth. People... first it looks stupid (don't tell my kids I used the s word). How can you honestly see? Really? It has to be distracting. You do not look mysterious. You are not hiding. You simply look moronic. Is there some movie or fad people follow to make them do this? Are English Sheepdogs influencing style now?
Please - use a headband/barrette/clip/ponytail holder/tiara/cap/staple/tape whatever is needed to get your hair out of your face. Doesn't have to be fancy. Heck you aren't doing anything now so anything would be a step above.
I thank you.
Now what did Mickey win for anyway? Oh yeah some hairbag role. Figures.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Gene genie
I am having a moment here. Hold on. Let me relish in it a little. Ok.
My desk is 60% clean, maybe 70% if I organize my paper holder thingies. Now for those of you who I dare let see my desk, you would be amazed. For those of you who have not seen where I spend most of my day and a good part of my night, where I supposedly earn a living of some nature and where I act like an actor that plays an accountant, well you would think 70% is bad. Real bad.
See I have a problem with filing. Heck, let's just say I have a problem with organization in it's widest form. I longingly look at Pottery Barn catalogs, surf through Martha Stewart's Tips for an Organized House, Pantry, Home Office - whatev Martha! - online and wonder did I not get that organization gene? I have 4 siblings. 3 are on the cusp of obsessive compulsive (I say this with utter love and jealousy in some ways) with having their domain, car, who knows where else, clean. Organized. Picked up. In order. Do these words not mean anything to me?
And I wonder why my girls' rooms look like a category 3 passed through. Now I read articles and know that a clean room is good but letting the girls have a life beyond making sure their rooms are pin neat is better. I would like to say I concur and therefor that is why one needs a GPS on some days to locate the bed. But no. I know that they are not neat and organized because of moi. (note: I am French through my ancestry and feel I can use french wherever I see fit.)
So we have to get it together around here and that is what I am trying to do with my desk. Baby steps. I actually filed paperwork and bills today after did what I had to do with the papers in hand. I even found a drawer in the file cabinet that I have not seen in many moons. Seriously. I forgot we had anything in there or could it be because I have not visited it in so long. I simply don't even look that way.
I have to stop typing and organize a few pieces on my desk before I go wash dishes and fold clothes. Seems that I do have the housekeeping gene. Darn it.
My desk is 60% clean, maybe 70% if I organize my paper holder thingies. Now for those of you who I dare let see my desk, you would be amazed. For those of you who have not seen where I spend most of my day and a good part of my night, where I supposedly earn a living of some nature and where I act like an actor that plays an accountant, well you would think 70% is bad. Real bad.
See I have a problem with filing. Heck, let's just say I have a problem with organization in it's widest form. I longingly look at Pottery Barn catalogs, surf through Martha Stewart's Tips for an Organized House, Pantry, Home Office - whatev Martha! - online and wonder did I not get that organization gene? I have 4 siblings. 3 are on the cusp of obsessive compulsive (I say this with utter love and jealousy in some ways) with having their domain, car, who knows where else, clean. Organized. Picked up. In order. Do these words not mean anything to me?
And I wonder why my girls' rooms look like a category 3 passed through. Now I read articles and know that a clean room is good but letting the girls have a life beyond making sure their rooms are pin neat is better. I would like to say I concur and therefor that is why one needs a GPS on some days to locate the bed. But no. I know that they are not neat and organized because of moi. (note: I am French through my ancestry and feel I can use french wherever I see fit.)
So we have to get it together around here and that is what I am trying to do with my desk. Baby steps. I actually filed paperwork and bills today after did what I had to do with the papers in hand. I even found a drawer in the file cabinet that I have not seen in many moons. Seriously. I forgot we had anything in there or could it be because I have not visited it in so long. I simply don't even look that way.
I have to stop typing and organize a few pieces on my desk before I go wash dishes and fold clothes. Seems that I do have the housekeeping gene. Darn it.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Weighting issues
Day 2 of trying not to eat junk eating plan. Have to say it is going pretty well. I don't think I'll be shedding weight like they do on The Biggest Loser but hopefully I can get back on the wagon. First Place is a great program and thank the Lord it is starting back up tomorrow night. Tonight I had a hankering for something something while I was cooking dinner and I just stood in the pantry (for those who do not know, my pantry is some large - larger than the powder room. I go there sometimes to get away from the kids while I am on the phone or in the summer I go in there to cool off for a spell.) and asked God to please get it off my mind and work the craving out. And it worked. Thank you God.
Tonight we watched The Biggest Loser. The "new season" began tonight. Now the last "season" ended 2 weeks ago. And Ali was gimundo-prego. But in "this season's TBL" she is not. When do they tape these shows? Does anyone know how long it is between when the contestants go home, the last 3, and the finale?
Anyweight, in one week the contestants tonight lost unbelievable amounts of weight. One guy lost 32 or 34 lbs. Now he has some on him now but still. If I could lose 34 lbs. in a week I could be in my goal weight in time for Super Bowl. (Please don't write to me and tell me that all they do is workout and I would never be able to lose that kind of weight in a normal environment and that to safely and effectively lose weight one should not lose more than 2 - 3 lbs. a week cuz I already know that. Thanks.) I'm just saying, dang that is a lot of weight to lose. The lowest weight lose was 11 lbs. 11! Still mighty high I say. This is not reality tv. Who do you know loses 32 lbs. in a week? Although how many people do you know live in a mansion and act like fools to get a rose or a rock star? Reality my foot.
What could I do if I could work out all day? Sarah asked me tonight, "If you and Dad were on TBL and one of you had to go home who would it be?" (because that is what happened tonight - 1 of the 2 in the couple had to go home, and the contestants that are still there in 30 days, their other member would come back). I said Dad would stay because he is stronger and could win the challenges better than I could. Sarah said "Yeah because you have to come home and do the laundry and cook and stuff." See housework just gets in the way. Sheesh.
Finally how do these people lose this weight and not have bags under their arms or on their thighs. They can't go under the knife and be healed in that short amount of time. I have not seen any scars when they raise their arms up in the air in celebration.
And why do they have to take their shirts off or wear their bra while weighing? Do the shirt and sandals weigh that much? I must admit that I do that - take off the shoes. How silly. Although one day I weighed my shoes and they were over a lb. so I can see why for those. But on TBL, they wear some form of the flip flop. (And please do not write to me and say well you know it makes for good tv to see the rolls and such - make sure they look as obese as possible.)
Lord. Must take a certain somebody to go on TBL. Must be stronger than we think. God bless them.
Tonight we watched The Biggest Loser. The "new season" began tonight. Now the last "season" ended 2 weeks ago. And Ali was gimundo-prego. But in "this season's TBL" she is not. When do they tape these shows? Does anyone know how long it is between when the contestants go home, the last 3, and the finale?
Anyweight, in one week the contestants tonight lost unbelievable amounts of weight. One guy lost 32 or 34 lbs. Now he has some on him now but still. If I could lose 34 lbs. in a week I could be in my goal weight in time for Super Bowl. (Please don't write to me and tell me that all they do is workout and I would never be able to lose that kind of weight in a normal environment and that to safely and effectively lose weight one should not lose more than 2 - 3 lbs. a week cuz I already know that. Thanks.) I'm just saying, dang that is a lot of weight to lose. The lowest weight lose was 11 lbs. 11! Still mighty high I say. This is not reality tv. Who do you know loses 32 lbs. in a week? Although how many people do you know live in a mansion and act like fools to get a rose or a rock star? Reality my foot.
What could I do if I could work out all day? Sarah asked me tonight, "If you and Dad were on TBL and one of you had to go home who would it be?" (because that is what happened tonight - 1 of the 2 in the couple had to go home, and the contestants that are still there in 30 days, their other member would come back). I said Dad would stay because he is stronger and could win the challenges better than I could. Sarah said "Yeah because you have to come home and do the laundry and cook and stuff." See housework just gets in the way. Sheesh.
Finally how do these people lose this weight and not have bags under their arms or on their thighs. They can't go under the knife and be healed in that short amount of time. I have not seen any scars when they raise their arms up in the air in celebration.
And why do they have to take their shirts off or wear their bra while weighing? Do the shirt and sandals weigh that much? I must admit that I do that - take off the shoes. How silly. Although one day I weighed my shoes and they were over a lb. so I can see why for those. But on TBL, they wear some form of the flip flop. (And please do not write to me and say well you know it makes for good tv to see the rolls and such - make sure they look as obese as possible.)
Lord. Must take a certain somebody to go on TBL. Must be stronger than we think. God bless them.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Launch Day and Nothing to Say
Well, hello blog world. Today is Launch Day for A House Full of Crazy and I have spent more time trying to get this to look somewhat appealing, then figuring out what I want to post. As a designer I will probably keep changing the way it looks but as a busy woman - well, it may just stay the same for awhile.
This Christmas "vacation" has had its moments, both good and bad. I am with guilt looking forward to Monday. Yeah, I have to work too but without hearing arguing, filling short order food requests, finding things for the poor bored children to do (the kitchen floor in need of cleaning has been mentioned more than a half dozen times) for about 8 hours before having to "discuss" homework application, fixing dinner and getting my pretties ready for the next day. (That was a major run on sentence.)
Sarah just came in to say she can't sleep. It's 11 PM. We have been staying up too late and getting up even later. Monday at 6:30 AM ... I hate to face it. I must say I do enjoy the sleeping part of the "vacation". I look forward to it. I don't actually sleep more - just different hours. Something so collegiate about staying up late, watching tv, chatting on facebook, then getting up after 8, okay sometimes 9. I used to work a 10 - 6:30 shift when I worked at Kinko's in Baton Rouge. I LOVED that shift. Best of both worlds. Stay up late. Get up late. But I have to save that sleep pattern for "vacations".
Why do I keep putting vacation in quotes? Well, it is "vacation" when we don't go anywhere, which we have done so many times in the past at Christmas time. But this year, we stayed home. And so we had "vacation" here at the crazy house, only it ain't no vacation my friend. I commiserate with several of my girlfriends who feel that the school board needs another option for breaks. We are in full agreement that the kids should have a shorter time off - you know for moms' sake (and sanity). Hey I pay taxes for the schools. Can't there be a program for the kids to attend so that their parents can 1. shop, 2. work, 3. keep the house clean? Now I know if you are a teacher you are using some unsavory words at this point (and I am a child of a retired Jefferson Parish elementary school teacher so I know) but see, I have to work, too. Kerry has a plan but I am not sure if it will work. But ,hey I'll go for developing a plan of some nature if it means some brain cells will be saved.
And so now it is late and I have blogged something. Don't know if it is worth reading but those who love me will give me props for trying. I am off to my last night of delicious sleep - until MLK Day. Vacation?
This Christmas "vacation" has had its moments, both good and bad. I am with guilt looking forward to Monday. Yeah, I have to work too but without hearing arguing, filling short order food requests, finding things for the poor bored children to do (the kitchen floor in need of cleaning has been mentioned more than a half dozen times) for about 8 hours before having to "discuss" homework application, fixing dinner and getting my pretties ready for the next day. (That was a major run on sentence.)
Sarah just came in to say she can't sleep. It's 11 PM. We have been staying up too late and getting up even later. Monday at 6:30 AM ... I hate to face it. I must say I do enjoy the sleeping part of the "vacation". I look forward to it. I don't actually sleep more - just different hours. Something so collegiate about staying up late, watching tv, chatting on facebook, then getting up after 8, okay sometimes 9. I used to work a 10 - 6:30 shift when I worked at Kinko's in Baton Rouge. I LOVED that shift. Best of both worlds. Stay up late. Get up late. But I have to save that sleep pattern for "vacations".
Why do I keep putting vacation in quotes? Well, it is "vacation" when we don't go anywhere, which we have done so many times in the past at Christmas time. But this year, we stayed home. And so we had "vacation" here at the crazy house, only it ain't no vacation my friend. I commiserate with several of my girlfriends who feel that the school board needs another option for breaks. We are in full agreement that the kids should have a shorter time off - you know for moms' sake (and sanity). Hey I pay taxes for the schools. Can't there be a program for the kids to attend so that their parents can 1. shop, 2. work, 3. keep the house clean? Now I know if you are a teacher you are using some unsavory words at this point (and I am a child of a retired Jefferson Parish elementary school teacher so I know) but see, I have to work, too. Kerry has a plan but I am not sure if it will work. But ,hey I'll go for developing a plan of some nature if it means some brain cells will be saved.
And so now it is late and I have blogged something. Don't know if it is worth reading but those who love me will give me props for trying. I am off to my last night of delicious sleep - until MLK Day. Vacation?
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