Well 2010 is coming to a close. Unlike other years where I've been known to say toast a rastafari w/ an espresso martini while looking over the Gulf of Mexico, or count down to midnight in front of the MGM Grand with 30,000 of my closest friends, this year I'll be spending it with the Other and 7 children ranging in ages from 11 to 18mos. I'll be toasting a miniature root beer and probably playing Wii at midnight because I've rediscovered why Super Mario Bros. is the most awesome video game in the world dude! (sorry about that little reversion to my adolescence). However, there's a tie in here folks (when I say folks I mean the 4 loyal followers I have, to whom I send my deepest gratitude). This brings me to a quick recap of Christmas, otherwise known as Excessmas. We got a Wii from my parents, SO MUCH FUN. Can't wait to go home...may end post now...okay, not gonna, have more to say...I didn't go to church, the 2nd Christmas in 4 years and boy do I feel some good ol' guilt from that. I mean last year I went with the parents, carrying my 6mos old daughter who peacefully closed her eyes and was lulled by Silent Night being played on a harp by a woman who looked like Joni Mitchell (are you catching the mood here) anyway didn't go so that's that. Aside from my lack of piety, I did have one of THE best days with my family. The kids in their jammies eating marshmallow candies at 8am, the Other wrapped up a dishwasher, seriously. Woke up and there in there in the middle of the living room were presents stacked to the ceiling, the bottom the dishwasher, at the very top, a tiny box filled with an Ipod Nano for the oldest, in Orange, only available in one store in Minnesota. It was a magical day. The family was hilarious as usual. We did the whole white elephant thing, however one person who will remain nameless did not bring a gift but still wanted to play, my sister was not having that one bit! This provided great entertainment. The food, mmmm, the food...who cooked? Yea, me. Beef Tenderloin baby. The recipe, thank you to the website PioneerWomanCooks.com, she is the rockin'est chef out there for me right now. Loooove her, check her site out!! The babe got a kitchen set its actually turned into a gift for me, I'm in the kitchen, she's in the kitchen, wait a second...I should've gotten her a book on how to become a CEO or something, dang it! Will rethink gift for next year!
Let's switch speeds here shall we and get back to musings and frivolous things and here goes my 2010 countdown:
1) Best Band of 2010: The Black Keys (was there a doubt??? C'mon! They are ridiculous and I can't say that enough)
2) I learned that even if I had a third hand it wouldn't be enough. A fourth? Yes, a fourth might just do it.
3) I learned that I too have faults and can point them out to myself, attempt to change them and keep moving on
4) 2011 resolution: 7hrs of sleep a night, egg me on I dare ya!
5) Gas is expensive, 4X4's are awesome, combined gas and 4X4 vehicle means, my car costs half my mortgage
6) Leggings do not work on 90% of women.
7) Yoga pants work on 90% of women
8) I love being a mom waaaay more than I ever could have imagined and I also cherish alone time waaaaay more than I ever imagined.
9) I've accepted I get to see only movies put on Red Box
10) Buy used. I got the $250 kitchen set for my lil' girl for $12.00 + tax. TWELVE DOLLARS people!
Okay, I'm boring myself here and its raining ice and I need to go spend my Macy's gift card sooooooooooo that's that.
Oh wait 2011 resolution #2, be more interesting and get one new follower! I'm on it.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
48hrs of me time? WHAAAA?
Success! My left ovary is gone, no I didn't bring it home in a jar to look at because that would be, well...let's just say it, gross. Operation went grrrreat. Most importantly just as I expected all the ladies asked me about my nails, because I'd painted them for once! The Other asked me if I was painting my nails for the surgeons and I responded with "nope, just want nice toes if I die on the operating table" He didn't think that was funny, but a big large laugh from the Other is quite rare as it is. Anyway funny thing happened (not funny in the ha-ha way either) Apparently the Other confirmed with the doctor I can still get pregnant. He's been home what, a coupla weeks, and he's concerned about more kids????? Aaaaack! We almost (I stress the ALMOST here) had a talk about that. He, in his dillusional state (i.e. normal state) thinks 5 is a good number. Not that I need to remind my audience here of all the reasons why MORE children is NOT the best idea, but here is what went through my head 1) I'm so f'n' sure 2) I'm already behind around $100k on funding college education for the ones we do have 3) I'm so f'n' sure.
When he starts pontificating about how great the kids are I have only one billion completely logical counters to his "but I want 'em" argument and one of them is I'M TIRED but we can move forward from that. For once, I decide that saying nothing is the best route because as noted by many, yes, I am the verbal champion in pretty much every debate between the Other and I. I know this because I come from a sane place and the Other shushes me when two hockey players are about to fight as if biiiig things are happening. Really though, in my arsenal are about 50 reasons why having no more children makes sense but there's plenty of time for me to share those and then wasn't the time (Wait, pause, have I changed? Has my ego deflated a bit? I better get back to watching Long Kiss Goodnight, hot damn that Geena Davis kicks butt!) Anyway I know, I'll just save up all my massively good points until it comes to cutthroat time, which I estimate will be when the wee lil' gal turns 2.5yrs. Okay so I put that off, onto the next....
Took the kids to Applebees last night to kill time while the biggest kid was at hockey practice. Who knows why the heck I thought taking a 3 and 1yr old out to dinner would be EASIER than cooking something quickly at home! First, the 1yr old has decided like our human predecessors and folks from around the world that the spoon just inhibits her ability to shove food into her mouth (I can't say I disagree, it just ain't that becoming). I can tell she thinks it really is just an annoying apparatus that her mother forces her to use, bah! I see her thought process as it happens, first she looks at the mashed potatoes, then the spoon...and then, with her whole hand she grabs a handful of the mashed potatoes and manages to fit her entire hand into her mouth. Once that's accomplished, she casually runs her hands through her hair...ooooooh yes, mashed potatoes in hair anyone have a baby wipe that will work on this one??? Next, we're about 2 bites in when the 3yr old stands up on his booster seat and pronounces loudly "I GOTTA GO POOP RIGHT NOW!" and then proceeds to take his boots off and head for the bathroom (he does know where it is because we've ALREADY VISITED IN THERE FOR ABOUT 15 MINUTES IMMEDIATELY AFTER ARRIVING!) I look around apologetically with a bit of a sly smile. Hell, I'm at Applebee's, this ain't Bar LaGrasa folks. Sooo we spend about 25 minutes in the bathroom while our food sits. So in an hour and ten minute Applebee's visit I spent nearly 40 minutes of it in the bathroom. Although reasonably priced for American run o' the mill fare, a $30 bill for an extensive bathroom break does not financially make sense no matter which way ya play it!
Sooooo here's my recent updates:
1) As previously mentioned watched Last Kiss Goodnight oldie but goodie, my sister's favorite movie. She's right, its like Bourne Identity but with a cool hot chick, totally dig it and want to rewatch. Another movie, Dryland with a guy I've never seen. It's about an Iraq vet who returns from the war with a bit of PTSD (is there such a thing as a "bit" of that? probably not) liked this one lots. America Ferrara is actually really good in it and Wilmer Valderrama looks hot with a marine haircut.
2) Had an Amazon gift cert for answering surveys holllaaaa! Bought Black Keys cd Magic Potion. My gosh, has any band since Zeppelin put out only brilliance? I want to marry both of the Black Keys members just to keep them makin' music in my basement. They rock so hard man! Blues, soul, or as my dad would say "those white dudes is cool" ...sooo good. Buy any Black Keys cd's you can but only under these circumstances: you like smokin' electric guitar riffs, your soul craves good ol' blues music, you're super awesome.
3) Heard UGGs are now bad for the feet, apparently the sheepskin can cause foot fungus so not only should you drop $150-$250 on the boots but buy some insoles too. Ummm yeeeea, I'm going to say what really makes sense, they're winter boots NOT shoes for marathon running. If you've got that bad of a foot sweat thing going, insoles and socks will not help. I mean I'm no podiatrist or anything but who goes long distance walking/running in UGGS???
Well that's all I've got, over for now!
When he starts pontificating about how great the kids are I have only one billion completely logical counters to his "but I want 'em" argument and one of them is I'M TIRED but we can move forward from that. For once, I decide that saying nothing is the best route because as noted by many, yes, I am the verbal champion in pretty much every debate between the Other and I. I know this because I come from a sane place and the Other shushes me when two hockey players are about to fight as if biiiig things are happening. Really though, in my arsenal are about 50 reasons why having no more children makes sense but there's plenty of time for me to share those and then wasn't the time (Wait, pause, have I changed? Has my ego deflated a bit? I better get back to watching Long Kiss Goodnight, hot damn that Geena Davis kicks butt!) Anyway I know, I'll just save up all my massively good points until it comes to cutthroat time, which I estimate will be when the wee lil' gal turns 2.5yrs. Okay so I put that off, onto the next....
Took the kids to Applebees last night to kill time while the biggest kid was at hockey practice. Who knows why the heck I thought taking a 3 and 1yr old out to dinner would be EASIER than cooking something quickly at home! First, the 1yr old has decided like our human predecessors and folks from around the world that the spoon just inhibits her ability to shove food into her mouth (I can't say I disagree, it just ain't that becoming). I can tell she thinks it really is just an annoying apparatus that her mother forces her to use, bah! I see her thought process as it happens, first she looks at the mashed potatoes, then the spoon...and then, with her whole hand she grabs a handful of the mashed potatoes and manages to fit her entire hand into her mouth. Once that's accomplished, she casually runs her hands through her hair...ooooooh yes, mashed potatoes in hair anyone have a baby wipe that will work on this one??? Next, we're about 2 bites in when the 3yr old stands up on his booster seat and pronounces loudly "I GOTTA GO POOP RIGHT NOW!" and then proceeds to take his boots off and head for the bathroom (he does know where it is because we've ALREADY VISITED IN THERE FOR ABOUT 15 MINUTES IMMEDIATELY AFTER ARRIVING!) I look around apologetically with a bit of a sly smile. Hell, I'm at Applebee's, this ain't Bar LaGrasa folks. Sooo we spend about 25 minutes in the bathroom while our food sits. So in an hour and ten minute Applebee's visit I spent nearly 40 minutes of it in the bathroom. Although reasonably priced for American run o' the mill fare, a $30 bill for an extensive bathroom break does not financially make sense no matter which way ya play it!
Sooooo here's my recent updates:
1) As previously mentioned watched Last Kiss Goodnight oldie but goodie, my sister's favorite movie. She's right, its like Bourne Identity but with a cool hot chick, totally dig it and want to rewatch. Another movie, Dryland with a guy I've never seen. It's about an Iraq vet who returns from the war with a bit of PTSD (is there such a thing as a "bit" of that? probably not) liked this one lots. America Ferrara is actually really good in it and Wilmer Valderrama looks hot with a marine haircut.
2) Had an Amazon gift cert for answering surveys holllaaaa! Bought Black Keys cd Magic Potion. My gosh, has any band since Zeppelin put out only brilliance? I want to marry both of the Black Keys members just to keep them makin' music in my basement. They rock so hard man! Blues, soul, or as my dad would say "those white dudes is cool" ...sooo good. Buy any Black Keys cd's you can but only under these circumstances: you like smokin' electric guitar riffs, your soul craves good ol' blues music, you're super awesome.
3) Heard UGGs are now bad for the feet, apparently the sheepskin can cause foot fungus so not only should you drop $150-$250 on the boots but buy some insoles too. Ummm yeeeea, I'm going to say what really makes sense, they're winter boots NOT shoes for marathon running. If you've got that bad of a foot sweat thing going, insoles and socks will not help. I mean I'm no podiatrist or anything but who goes long distance walking/running in UGGS???
Well that's all I've got, over for now!
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Christmas shopping, Boots, and going to the Woman Doc
Well it hasn't quite been a month but what a heck of a couple-a weeks here! Recap of November for all you inquiring minds who've been missing a KB update. I'm big into numbering items because the libra in me likes to see the decisions I need to make in some numerical order. This doesn't actually help me decide it just makes my brain feel more organized. So here goes alllllll the decisions that are still looming in front of my foggy brain:
1) 11yr old wants an Ipod Nano because "its so awesome mom, look at that touch screen". Dilemma: he already has a blasted Ipod. Has consumerism and the spirit of giving gripped me so hard that I am actually going to spend $150 on a an item that does pretty much the same thing as the $150 thing he got less than 2 years ago just to see his face explode into little beams of lightness??? Probably. Still thinking it out though. I'm also avidly checking Ebay, Amazon, Apple, Google for any sign of a cheaper friggin deal cuz dang. $150 bucks is ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY BUCKS! To me that translates into any of the following: a week of groceries, fifteen sweaters at Marshall's (gee I love Marshall's, TJMaxx, and any other store where I can buy a soy based jasmine scented candle, a large Wolfgang puck fry pan with cover, and Puma socks for the kids), or forbid, a little savings money...audible gasp! Anyone know where to get a $20 Ipod Nano that isn't stolen? Lemme know.
2) Went to the woman doc, his words "we gotta get that damn ovary out"...and then he said "forgive me for cussin'". Me, forgive someone for cussin'? He must have read his audience. So I'm going under the knife. I'm a bit nervous after hearing all these stories of people going in for "routine" (routine? really, how many people out there think any surgery is routine?) surgery and ending up on their death bed. Heck, one of my pals we'll call him DG said his friend went in to have a small piece of his tongue cut out and boom bam! DEAD two days later. Aaaaah run for the hills...this makes me think, eh, what's a cyst that's bigger than my ovary, who cares? I'll just deal with it forevaaaaaaa...but alas, modern medicine wins and I want to be pain free so there ya have it. I'm going in same day and comin' out. I am right now giving my right ovary a pep talk and preparing it for battle it sounds something like "you may be going in a team but you're comin' out alone, be strong and stay calm".
3) I want some knee boots. I'm only 5"4'...sure my license says 5"5'...and my weight is 120 with a wet sweater on...hahahahahahhahahahaha I'm dying laughing here. Anyway back to the knee boots...I want some big time baby...I've got skirts just dying to be paired with a great pair of knee boots! Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) I have what appears to be abnormally large calfs. I blame it on those sturdy Finnish women of my past and 12 years of soccer. I'm resigned to stretchy knee boots made of plastic which all my pals know does not fly with me. I don't do plastic. Last time I wore plastic shoes I also carried a Cabbage Patch named Diana after Diana Ross. I once had a pair of Cole Haan knee boots (this was of course prior to having 3 children because those boots could support the family for a month). Black. All leather, pull up, no zip knee boots. I loved those boots like a sibling. However, the left one had a faulty heel (had I paid full price I'd a been a lot more po'd, but I didn't.). Anyway I had the left boot in my trunk and it was in my forward looking business plan to get that heel replaced. Well my car was stolen, in it the f-ing boot! What was my first question to the insurance agent after they found the car? Well, first, I asked about my 100 cd's, one, a bootleg of Led Zeppelin! But second, second was "Didja find the boot?"
4) Last but not least I'm ignoring discussing the Other for fear of retribution from all my supportive women friends who think the Other is a piece of you know what and does not belong home.
5) Oh wait that wasn't last! I submitted to Pei Wei to blog in Asia for 3 weeks and eat delicious cuisine and take pictures and be enigmatic. Oh can you imagine....a mixed gal in Asia? Would I be the first?
6) Oh wait wait, one more, I'm reading Pope Joan (thanks to the Other's mom who has really really good taste in books, have I mentioned how cool she is? She's sewing Christmas pillow covers for me! Oh I've become so Good Housekeeping. What's next a short haircut?) Anyway Pope Joan. Looooove it. Intriguing, wonderfully written book. She's brave, she's smart, she's benevolent. No, women could not (I'm not sure about now, but pretty sure the rule is still the same) become Popes during midieval times...so you can guess how "she" becomes a Pope. Can't think of the author...I'll try for next time.
7) Okay this really is the last one. I've moved from Belgians to Nutbrown Ales. Why oh why do I like beer so much? Surprisingly enough Leinie's is doing a nice job with that Fireside they've come up with. Its much less than the $10 a sixer Frambozen from New Belgium, $10, a sixer? What is this New York?
1) 11yr old wants an Ipod Nano because "its so awesome mom, look at that touch screen". Dilemma: he already has a blasted Ipod. Has consumerism and the spirit of giving gripped me so hard that I am actually going to spend $150 on a an item that does pretty much the same thing as the $150 thing he got less than 2 years ago just to see his face explode into little beams of lightness??? Probably. Still thinking it out though. I'm also avidly checking Ebay, Amazon, Apple, Google for any sign of a cheaper friggin deal cuz dang. $150 bucks is ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY BUCKS! To me that translates into any of the following: a week of groceries, fifteen sweaters at Marshall's (gee I love Marshall's, TJMaxx, and any other store where I can buy a soy based jasmine scented candle, a large Wolfgang puck fry pan with cover, and Puma socks for the kids), or forbid, a little savings money...audible gasp! Anyone know where to get a $20 Ipod Nano that isn't stolen? Lemme know.
2) Went to the woman doc, his words "we gotta get that damn ovary out"...and then he said "forgive me for cussin'". Me, forgive someone for cussin'? He must have read his audience. So I'm going under the knife. I'm a bit nervous after hearing all these stories of people going in for "routine" (routine? really, how many people out there think any surgery is routine?) surgery and ending up on their death bed. Heck, one of my pals we'll call him DG said his friend went in to have a small piece of his tongue cut out and boom bam! DEAD two days later. Aaaaah run for the hills...this makes me think, eh, what's a cyst that's bigger than my ovary, who cares? I'll just deal with it forevaaaaaaa...but alas, modern medicine wins and I want to be pain free so there ya have it. I'm going in same day and comin' out. I am right now giving my right ovary a pep talk and preparing it for battle it sounds something like "you may be going in a team but you're comin' out alone, be strong and stay calm".
3) I want some knee boots. I'm only 5"4'...sure my license says 5"5'...and my weight is 120 with a wet sweater on...hahahahahahhahahahaha I'm dying laughing here. Anyway back to the knee boots...I want some big time baby...I've got skirts just dying to be paired with a great pair of knee boots! Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) I have what appears to be abnormally large calfs. I blame it on those sturdy Finnish women of my past and 12 years of soccer. I'm resigned to stretchy knee boots made of plastic which all my pals know does not fly with me. I don't do plastic. Last time I wore plastic shoes I also carried a Cabbage Patch named Diana after Diana Ross. I once had a pair of Cole Haan knee boots (this was of course prior to having 3 children because those boots could support the family for a month). Black. All leather, pull up, no zip knee boots. I loved those boots like a sibling. However, the left one had a faulty heel (had I paid full price I'd a been a lot more po'd, but I didn't.). Anyway I had the left boot in my trunk and it was in my forward looking business plan to get that heel replaced. Well my car was stolen, in it the f-ing boot! What was my first question to the insurance agent after they found the car? Well, first, I asked about my 100 cd's, one, a bootleg of Led Zeppelin! But second, second was "Didja find the boot?"
4) Last but not least I'm ignoring discussing the Other for fear of retribution from all my supportive women friends who think the Other is a piece of you know what and does not belong home.
5) Oh wait that wasn't last! I submitted to Pei Wei to blog in Asia for 3 weeks and eat delicious cuisine and take pictures and be enigmatic. Oh can you imagine....a mixed gal in Asia? Would I be the first?
6) Oh wait wait, one more, I'm reading Pope Joan (thanks to the Other's mom who has really really good taste in books, have I mentioned how cool she is? She's sewing Christmas pillow covers for me! Oh I've become so Good Housekeeping. What's next a short haircut?) Anyway Pope Joan. Looooove it. Intriguing, wonderfully written book. She's brave, she's smart, she's benevolent. No, women could not (I'm not sure about now, but pretty sure the rule is still the same) become Popes during midieval times...so you can guess how "she" becomes a Pope. Can't think of the author...I'll try for next time.
7) Okay this really is the last one. I've moved from Belgians to Nutbrown Ales. Why oh why do I like beer so much? Surprisingly enough Leinie's is doing a nice job with that Fireside they've come up with. Its much less than the $10 a sixer Frambozen from New Belgium, $10, a sixer? What is this New York?
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