Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Ohh.....I have issues.
I, like so many others these days, have gotten sucked into the Facebook world. I tried to resist for a long time, but so much of my family was there, I gave in so I could keep in touch. Before I knew it I had 108 friends. Some of them old boyfriends. This really is no problem...other than on days like today when I am just not right. Let me be clear, I am just looking to torment them, strictly for my amusement. You know, like send them a dozen or so nominations for "most lovable person" or better yet, how about a 250,000 "kidnap'd" request. Trust me, these are people who have no time for such silly applications. I have no ill or romantic feelings for these guys. None. I'm just in that mood that doesn't say much for what kind of person I am. I want to be amused and that would so entertain me.
Ahhh, never mind, I've got a Rocket Scientist here that I can torment instead. I wonder how he feels about watching chick flicks till 4:00AM?
You all have a good night.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Dreams of a Crazy Woman
When the alarm went off this morning the first thought in my head was something left over from a dream. Not a pleasant dream, not really a nightmare either. It was just enough to make me question taking Benadryl before bed. The thoughts going through my head when I awoke were these: "It is so sad that Mick Romney is dead." I need to disclose that I know no one named Mick, not a Romney or other wise. So as I am trying to get conscious I realize this and wonder if something happened to Mitt Romney. Fortunately after scanning the news for 10 minutes, it would appear that the previous presidential hopeful is just fine.
There have been other times that in a dream my Rocket Scientist has done something unsavory and I have awakened very angry with him. Why is that? I know that it was just a dream, though, I am still furious with him. Poor guy, he has to pay for what my mind makes up at night.
Then there is the dream I had when we were still somewhat newly-weds. The Rocket Scientist's mom had passed away in November and his dad decided that a family ski vacation to Mammoth was in order. So in January, we joined his family on said ski trip. We all stayed in a condo in the area. The second level of this condo was a loft that was open to below. There were two queen size beds up there. So the RS and I took one bed and the RS's younger brother and the love of his life took the other. Below in the family room, my FIL slept on the couch and a couple of the RS's older brother's kids slept in sleeping bags on the floor. I am dreaming away one of those nights about having to make it to my best friend's wedding and that I can not get the Rocket Scientist off the mountain so that I can go get ready. I continue to plead my case. As the dream goes on, the RS is now driving me to the wedding and even though there is still time for me to shower, he is ignoring my requests. I become more persistent that I want to take a shower. I begin repeating over and over again, "I want to take a shower! I want to take a shower! I want to take a shower!" In my dream, I get louder and louder as it seems that my demands are falling on deaf ears. It wasn't long after that I was awakened to my husband trying to quiet my yells, my SIL snickering, and my BIL telling me to take a shower then. Fortunately, I woke no one below. To make this story complete, I need to say that, yes, I was mad at the RS all day long that day. Yes, I was allowed a shower, but I was already ticked, though not his fault.
My question to you now is, do others pay for what you dream about?
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Looking for the Health Fairy
So anyone out there have any home remedies they swear by when they or their kids get sick? What about prevention? You have something that works well? Please share......We are thinking of buying stock in in Kleenex.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Malibu and Weddings....
Congratulations Kevin and Angelique! May your years be filled with as much beauty and love as your wedding day.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Have you met Lucky?
This got me to thinking about leprechauns. My friend Wendy knows a leprechaun named Lucky that manages to sneak into her house every year on St. Patrick's Day and causes some mischief. You know, turn furniture up side down, hang underwear from ceiling fans, leaves green "L's" on her kids foreheads, leaves green pee on the toilet seat; I know I must be forgetting a few things, but you get the point right? Well, each of my children has a certain amount of Irish in them. In fact I am the lone soul without any Irish heritage in the house. Honestly, I look at these photos and I see leprechauns. Yes, they are in their night clothes, if that is what you are asking. It was only 11:00 AM and a lovely 60 F. Some were serving snow as lunch, some were trying to kill "mosquitoes" with a snow shovel and others just in it for the adventure.
Do you have leprechauns? Or is this an isolated case?
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Stuck in the Mud....
Friday, March 13, 2009
What's a Girl To Wear?
I hope you have a wonderfully warm weekend.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Things heard around here today.....
The First One was in the shower when I heard her ask me to come help her. When I got there she asked me, "Will you move the shower runner?" It took me a minute, but I figured out she wanted the shower head adjusted.
The Wild Child talking to her dad on the phone asks if she can wear his shirt to bed because he is out of town. That is one of the Sea Monkeys' very favorite things to do when their dad is away on travel.
When offered chocolate milk today, My Son tells me, "I don't eat this."
I would quote the Little Jamaican today, but it's been nothing but tired sass that doesn't make me smile or entertain me in the slightest.
Counting the seconds till the Rocket Scientist is home. It's just not as much fun without him.
(Sorry about the sap. It happens when I'm tired.)
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Questions Answered and an Interview....
I have been curious about antiques for a long time, but know nothing and I mean nothing about them. I have learned more about antiques and foreign places in the past month than I have managed to gather in the past, um, 29 years of my life. Thank you, my new friend. You are both entertaining and educational.
Antiques Diva: If you could LIVE any place in the world where would it be and why?
I would love to live everywhere. Trying to pick one place is like trying to pick your favorite piece of chocolate. Paris, Prague, Oslo, Copenhagen, Alabama, Idaho, Washington DC, New York City, Iceland, New Zealand, South Africa, Puerto Rico, Lake Tahoe, you get the point, right?
Antiques Diva: Describe your perfect day
This makes me think of the movie Miss Congeniality. You know when Stan, the pagent host asks Cheryl Frazier aka: Miss Rhode Island, "Describe your perfect date." To which she replies, "That's a tough one. I'd have to say April 25th, because it's not too hot and not too cold. All you need is a light jacket."
My perfect day would constitute having a house keeper and French pastry chef on staff. That would be followed up by hiring a personal trainer so I could eat the pastry without guilt. A perfect day would also include time sleeping in the sun, playing with my kids and quiet dinner out, alone with the Rocket Scientist.
Antiques Diva: If you could only live with one accessory for the rest of your life, which would it be and why? Only one item!
I am a little embarrassed about how sappy this answer is going to sound, but it is the truth. It would be my wedding ring. We were married 14 years before the Rocket Scientist bought me a ring. In his defense, he had tried to buy one before, but I insisted I wanted a home more than a ring. (We were getting ready to move at the time.) When we were first married we were broke, so he wore his dad's old wedding band and I wore my mom's old wedding band. Anyway, this particular accessory is a reminder that I am the luckiest, most blessed woman on the planet.
Antiques Diva: Why do you blog and which blog/s inspire you most?
I blog for many reasons, but the biggest reason I blog is to take the time to find the joy and humor in my life. Somehow when I start to type, I find the humor in the feathers knee deep all over the bedroom floor or the strength to face neighbors again after this. Another reason is the friends I have made and the ease in keeping in touch. It sort of makes the miles and time disappear.
There are many blogs that inspire me. I love having a glimpse into other people's heads and worlds. It makes me feel normal and unique all at the same time. It is safe to say that if I read your blog, you inspire me. There are many other blogs I do not have listed down the side that inspire me as well. I am thankful for the opportunity you have given me to be a part of your life by putting your thoughts out there to be shared.
Antiques Diva: If you had to choose a flavor of ice cream that most fits your personality, what kind do you think you would you be?
This one is easy, Neapolitan. I am a little bit of everything. Meaning just that. I'm a little bit red neck, a little bit class, a little bit of something else I can't quite put my finger on. I guess I could be Spumoni just as easily.
There are a few of you out there I would love to interview, but I will let you volunteer. So here are the rules:
1. Leave me a comment on the “Interview Me” blog. (Meaning this one.)
2. I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions. Be sure you link back to the original post.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Things prayed for...
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
What is she really saying?
What's a mom to say about all of that? I don't even know where to start. Um, the house, ya, well I think that is uh, you know I need to put together a will or a trust or something.