My 3 Monsters: 2008

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12.31.2008

I've Fallen in Love!!!

With this fabric. Oh, how I dream of redoing my bedroom. How beautiful would it be, with the green walls and black furniture I already have, to make this into a duvet cover?

And this one for curtains . . .

. . . and this one for accent.

I've spent hours ogling this "fabric porn" and it's making me think all the wrong thoughts. I'm wishing I could have just one yard of it. But if I order one yard and pay the shipping I may as well order the eight I would need for the duvet and shams (with solid white -- something cheep for the back sides) and the six I would need for curtains and the three I would need for accents. Right? What could I do with just ONE yard?Maybe in another time and another place in my life . . .
But then . . . I can't have the Tempurpedic mattresses I covet and in six short weeks the ancient TV we have in here will no longer work . . . Would it be so wrong to comfort myself by wrapping up in this absolutely lovely duvet for a while? Could this possibly be a need rather than a want?
Could it count as therapy and be covered by my insurance?
Jeff, hook me up with a prescription for 17 yards, pretty please.
Or maybe just remind Brent of the generous gift we got from your parents . . .

12.30.2008

Is It Weird . . .

. . . that my six year old son (OK, he's seven for all intents and purposes), given the choice between seeing Bedtime Stories with his dad and brother or Twilight with his sister and myself, opted for Twilight? And is it weirder that he really, really enjoyed it? Should I worry? And, can I just say how much I adore free movie tickets?!

12.28.2008

My Vacation in as Few Words as Possible (Thank You, Google Images.)

You with me so far? We, of course, had to buy:
So that the kids could:
I found these gems at DI for $6.00 (when I was supposed to be looking for snow boots):
Then I ate these:
(Yes, they're home made chocolates.)
Took the kids to see:
Sang this at Pinata Party/Talent show:
Ryan made this . . .
. . . + this:
(an Abominable Snowman pinata)

Ate too much of this:
(Christmas Eve dinner)
And more of these:
A visit from:
Piled back in here:
And went here:
And watched this:
(I told you I'd write about it, Paige!)
And felt like this all week:


12.20.2008

Gregson Out.


4 Fully Charged iPods
2 fully charged Nintendo DS's
1 portable DVD player with
2 screens
8 loads of laundry
40 + warm outfits
50+ pounds of presents
5 happy people
7 days in Utah
1 week of sketchy blogging
Merry Christmas One and All!



12.18.2008

Yep. Girly Hormones.

Today was Sydney's turn. She couldn't get out of bed. She was "too tired" to go to student council at 7:15. (But she was OK to ride the bus and hang out with her friends at that same hour. Hmmm . . . ) I'm trying to control her life and she's not going to wear a jacket given to her by such a mean mom. On and on. Tears and theatrics. I sent her right back to bed for a mental health morning. She slept a little, woke up and ate some of my ice cream from last night. We styled her hair as cute as can be and then she was ready to go to school at 9:00. So she missed student council. So maybe I'm not the most responsible mom in town. I knew what she was feeling and I knew what she needed. Sometimes we all just need someone to let us off the hook for a few hours. Merry Christmas, baby girl.

12.17.2008

Ever Had One of Those Days?

Where you just feel . . . blah. Things are going good. I went on a perfectly delightful field trip with Dylan and the first grade. I got my hair cut. I took a nap. But I feel all wrong inside. Like emotionally. If I had periods, I swear I'd be having one now. I ran to the store this afternoon for water (Drink from the tap? Puh-leese.) and came home with water . . . and a half gallon of Pistachio Almond Ice Cream. (And chocolate ice cream and a couple of frozen pies, but those were for something else.) And, don't laugh, but I'm feeling decidedly better tonight after tucking into a bowl of nutty sweetness and an hour of Stylista drama on the CW. Being a girl is rough business sometimes.

12.16.2008

I'm a Darn Good Baby Maker! Need proof?








Tonight was Family Portrait Fun Night! Promise you'll be surprised when our Christmas cards come next week.


Liar!!!!

There is a new present under the tree with my name on it. The size of the box rules out every item on my Christmas list. Everyone in the house knows what it is except me. I've been working on the kids to find out what is in there. It's driving me nuts. I figured my best bet was to get Dylan to crack. I've pleaded. I've made empty promises. I've tried to catch him off guard. But he's bringing his A-game this time. Every single time I ask him what it is he says, without missing a beat, "Mom! I told you! It's candy canes and panties." Candy canes and panties? Where'd he come up with that one. This is going to be a long 9 days.

12.15.2008

The Seven Most Exciting Words in the English Language:

Alina's cutting my hair in two days!
(I shouldn't have waited so long to have it done. It's driving me crazy.)

The Seven Most Stressful Words in the English Language:

Presents ordered online still have not arrived.
-OR-
We leave for Utah in six days.
(They have the most stress-inducing effect if all fourteen words are spoken together. Among the missing gifts are some that need to be wrapped and forwarded on. Yikes!)

The Seven Most Dreaded Words in the English Language:

K. D. L. B. Student Behavior Report
(Found in Dylan's backpack this morning. Smart kid didn't give it to me Friday afternoon because he knew he'd be grounded all weekend if he did. Punk!)

12.14.2008

The Seven Most Inspired Words in the English Language:

This year no family picture. Just kids.
(I've put on about 20 pounds due, near as I can guess, to the medication I've been taking. Not feeling especially photogenic this year and Brent is totally letting me (and himself) off the hook.)

The Seven Funniest Words in the English Language:

Are meat "balls" made from cows' privates?
(Spoken by Riley as I was throwing Sweet & Sour Meat Balls in the crock pot after church.)

12.13.2008

The Seven Sexiest Words in the English Language:

Don't worry. I'll fold the laundry tonight.
(Spoken by my husband half an hour ago. Followed through with right now.)

12.12.2008

The Seven Most Blessed Words in the English Language:

Mom, can I go to bed early?
(Spoken by Dylan at 7:00 tonight.)

12.11.2008

You're a STAR, Baby!

I was out running errands today and returned home to a blinking red light on the answering machine. You'll never guess who it was so I'll just tell you. Madam Vice President was picked to be Alice in the school's upcoming production of Alice in Wonderland!!! Why am I never home for the fun phone calls?! She's at Drama until 5:00 this evening, but when I see her she's gonna get a rib-cracking bear hug from the proudest mom in the world. This is really her year to shine. I. Am. So. Proud! In a righteous kind of way. :0)

12.10.2008

MEN!!!

So . . . my husband was worried about losing his "street cred" after my sappy post yesterday. First, did he have street cred to begin with?! Second, let me take you all back to the night he punched me in the face. In his sleep. (Uh-huh. I really believe that) There I was innocently resting my weary bones and then, BAM! Fist in the face. What he was dreaming about we'll never know, but bedtime around here is not all cuddles and whispered sweetnesses. My man can be gangsta' when he wants to.
(Did I do alright today repairing the damage to your image, shmoopsy poo?)

12.09.2008

How Sweet He Is . . .

I don't know why, but this morning I was remembering a morning a year or so ago. I had to wake up at some unearthly hour for some ridiculous thing. Those are not the details I remember . Suffice it to say I had to get up, Brent did not. He kindly set the alarm for me the night before (it's on his side of the bed). When the alarm went off in the morning he was awakened to the heinous 90's flashback song playing on the radio. I was snoring peacefully. What woke me up was a gentle tap on the shoulder and my husband whispering, "I think that's for you."
I think that's for you?!
That's the way you speak to the little old lady at the grocery store or the person at work you barely know. Best manners are usually reserved for complete strangers. To your wife of eleven years you say, "Get up!!!!!" with a hearty shove. Not my man. He treats me just as kindly as he treats anyone. Even early in the morning when he is only awake because of some error on my part. In fact, he's probably more forgiving of my faults and weaknesses than he is of anyone else's. And there's a lot there to forgive here, believe me. How did I get so lucky?

12.05.2008

Another Satisfied Customer




This is how I spent the last day and a half. OK, just 8 hours spread out over the past two days. This was for mural client # 2. I'm really pleased with the way it turned out, especially since it was too light for my projector to work so I had to freehand everything. The monogram is not quite round and the words above the flag are not perfectly spaced, but what can you do? I'm loving the way the flag turned out. This girl's husband just got home from Iraq and they bought their first house. The first picture is from her craft room. The monogram is in the master bedroom. (I was planning on doing the same thing in ours so I'm glad I got to practice. Mine will be round. Perfectly. Bet on it.) The flag is in her husband's "office". Really nice people. Really fun project. Much more my speed.

12.04.2008

Mood Swings Do Not a Story Make

Yeah, I was over-reacting yesterday. The mail man was-kind-of-less-than-pleasant, but not, in fact, verbally abusive as I last reported. I was inexplicably emotional yesterday. That became evident when I cried because Brent was listening to me with his eyes closed. Sure, it sounds silly. NOW. At the time it was devastating. I didn't mean to cry, I just kind-of couldn't help it. If I didn't know better I'd think there was another little monster on the way. (And, thanks for asking, I DO know better. Seriously.) This is just an emotionally overwhelming time of year for me. I want things to be perfect for my kids . . . I know that's not possible . . . I still want to try . . . I do too much. Would you believe that this year I'm actually doing better than most?! Long story short, the mailman said he wouldn't deliver any more mail to my box until I filled out this dumb little green paper with the names of everyone who would be receiving mail here. Huh? Can he really do that? What happened to the good old days of putting every piece of mail with MY HOUSE NUMBER ON IT in MY BOX?! Merry Christmas to you, too, Mr. Mail Man. (Farting noise, thumbs down.) I'm over it now.

12.03.2008

Found:

A beautiful, leather bound copy of The Complete Works of Jane Austen on Barnes & Noble.com for half price ($9.99) today!!!!! Merry Christmas to me . . . and Sadie, the babysitter, who can just keep my old one now. Wanna see it? Such a nice treat after driving out to Mesa and back (twice) and being verbally abused by the mail man today. Long story.

12.02.2008

I've Been Caught Fakin' It. . .

Sooooooo, Riley found my fake hair. Not that it was hidden, but anyway. This is his impression of me wearing my fake hair. Whatever. That goofy kid is gonna start losing presents from under the tree if he's not careful. (Tammy, Jamie, you guys see me with my fake hair. Is that a good impression of me he's doing?! If so, I am horrified!)

11.30.2008

Fa La La La La, La La La Laaaaaaa!

Deck the halls with boughs of holly . . .
~
This is how I spent my weekend. My entire weekend. But it is beautiful (in my humble opinion) and now, save for two or three gifts left to buy and Christmas cards, I can just sit back and enjoy the season. All is calm, all is bright.
~
Have a holly, jolly Christmas. I surrendered control for a moment and let the kids help hang ornaments. I usually do all the decorating while they are at school to avoid this kind of mish-mash of ornamental chaos. I think they appreciated and enjoyed the gesture.
~

This is all me, back in control again. No one does the wrapping but me in this house. It's my most favorite part of Christmas. The kids have spent hours already speculating about what could possibly be in all those presents. I'm giddy listening to them. These are a few of my favorite things.
~

I try to pick up one new nice decoration for the house every year. Maybe by the time we have grand kids my house will really look as beautiful as it does in my Christmas dreams. This year I got this cool stocking rack since we have to put a couch in front of our fireplace in order to get the tree in. I love it. Now that we're all ready, Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow! (It won't, but we can wish.)
~
Merry Christmas one and all!

Can you tell we spent the weekend listening to 99.9 KEZ's non-stop holiday music?!


11.28.2008

Need a Good Laugh?

Oh my goodness. What a fantastic day. Tammy and I got up at 3:00 a.m. and went Christmas shopping. I'm almost done!!! THEN I checked my lovely friends' blogs and found this. I am still giddy. Everyone should have such a happy day. Seriously. Click the link.

11.27.2008

Oh Schicks, That was Good!

We spent our Thanksgiving today with our fabulous friends, Greg and Tammy and their kids. Tammy is a wonderful cook who pulled out all the stops for this feast. I did some baking, but Tammy and Greg did the heavy culinary lifting today. Hello, two turkeys!?! One smoked, one roasted. It was delicious. And it made me so very grateful for friends who have become like an extended family to us here in Arizona. We don't get to travel as much as we would like, so being with real, actual family is a bit of a novelty and there are lots of long, lonely spaces in between those joyous reunions. We've been blessed enough to find a group of people here who fill all those gaps. I've been thinking of this famous quote all day -- "That man is most truly blessed who has his friends." Or maybe it said family. I can't remember. I can't find it online. Blast! Well, I say, "That man is most truly blessed who has good friends and family." And that's us. Happy Thanksgiving!

11.26.2008

Trot Out the Turkeys

Today was the annual Turkey Trot at the kids' school. Brent had to work so I got to run with all three of my little monsters. In the rain. You'd think the school would cancel it, but you'd be wrong. I offered to keep the kids home from school and take them out to breakfast, but they weren't having it. We grow 'em tough out here in the desert. First I ran with Riley after warming up to the "Chicken Dance". It was the medium length course. He did fantastic. And we took this picture:

We got done just in time for me to line up and do the chicken dance warm-up with Sis's class. Hers was the long course. She did fantastic. I just barely hung on. Then we took this picture.

I finished with her just in time to line up with D. Another chicken dance and we were off on the short course which didn't really feel very short at the time. He did fantastic and we took this picture.

Then I checked my kids out of school early and we met Brent for lunch. Fun, fun, fun! You gotta' love traditions.


11.25.2008

What Do You Do

with a kid who behaves so badly he has to be removed from Family Night and sent to bed? Who then proceeds to sit in the hall at the top of the stairs and throw things down to disrupt the Family Night that is still happening in spite of him, gosh darn it? Who breaks the window next to the front door with one of said projectiles? Deep breath. The tiny little window that we didn't have replaced with the rest of the windows because it was going to cost too much. The tiny little window which will now, right before Christmas, have to be replaced regardless of the expense. What do you do with a kid like that?! Seriously, I'm asking!! We can't make him "pay for it" by doing extra chores. He is already working off the $129 he owes us for breaking Riley's Nintendo DS several months ago. At the rate he's going he should have that debt payed by the time he's my age. And, let's be honest, at some point I'd like him to be able to save up some money and move out of my house. So things stop getting broken.
Serenity now!

11.24.2008

Opinions, please. . .

Is this top cute or no? Am I weird for liking it? I got it to wear for our impending family photograph (obviously layered over a baby tee or under a little sweater or both), but Brent HATES it. He usually likes the way I dress and I value his opinion highly because I know he's honest with me. But I can't help thinking he's wrong about this one. Like he's wrong about not liking women with flowers in their hair. (I LOVE that -- I DO that often.) Chime in if you want. I'm keeping it. I'll more than likely wear it in the photo . . . maybe with my pretty black flower hair clip. Oooh! That would be cute.

11.23.2008

My turn, my turn!

This is pressure. Amy writes very well. We all know that. Now it is my turn. I would like to show her my Christmas wish list. So without further ado here it is.

Yes I still have a lot of Canadian in me so let's go Blue Jays, let's go. (MLB.com)

And what is a Christmas without a few movies to sit back, relax and enjoy? Well for me it would not be a Christmas. So honey, here are a few that make my top list.




I only have 2369 songs on my iPod. Not enough. Need more, want more. So this can help.

Now for the practical side of me. I need new dress shoes for work and of course church. Plus since I play basketball every Wednesday night, I need the top of the line Kobe Bryant shoes to not only make me look good but help me play well. Really they do, have you seen Kobe play lately? I rest my case.



Well there you have it. I think this is the one. Pretty good list. Thanks for listening and now before Amy catches me doing this, Bernie out.

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