Random Thoughts on a Hot Day

It's 95 degrees with a dew point of 73 degrees here right now. It's going to get even hotter-there's not a single cloud in the sky. By the end of the day our heat index will probably be 110. Ugh. I'm sick of heat and humidity. We just can't get out of this state fast enough to please me. Here are some random thoughts on this hot day:

Barry Bonds hit his 755th home run last night. We missed it. After watching the Giants play every night for a week, we didn't even think of turning the game on and he hit his 755th to tie Hank Aaron's record. Now, don't get me wrong: I still hate Barry Bonds. I think he's an arrogant asshole and a steroid user. Mike wanted to see Bonds hit the big one, but I was hoping to see Bonds break his leg. Failing that, I would have been happy to see a pitcher throw straight at his head. Oh well.....I guess I can keep dreaming since he hasn't broken the record yet.......

My kids start school in a week. I can't believe how fast the summer went, but it's just about gone. Aaron has no idea that his days of freedom are numbered. He's excited for school, but in a very abstract way. He wants to go to school to (and this is a direct quote from him) "drink chocolate milk every day, have recess and get 10 girlfriends." Ah, yes, he is his father's son. When I told him I'd be lonely at home without him he assured me that Doc and Gracie will keep me company. He's not staying home with me when there are girlfriends to be had!

My new vacuum is still doing an excellent job. Unfortunately, Doc isn't scared of this one, so my daily dose of laughter is gone. I'll have to find another way to torment the stupid thing. He's still positive he could catch a squirrel, bird or lizard if only we'd just let him out of the yard. We've seen a couple deer in the woods behind our house lately and he really goes nuts over them. I'm tempted to let him loose just to see what he'd do, but with my luck he'd never come back.

Last, but not least, keep your fingers crossed for Mike's orders. We're really hoping for a billet here.

Yes, It Sucks!

My new vacuum sucks-and that's a big change from the old one. That one didn't suck at all! ; )

Yes, I'm being punny, but I'm so excited. I bought a Dyson vacuum cleaner today. I'm tired of spend $150 every few years for a new vacuum cleaner. Hopefully, since I spent more than that, this one will last more years.

My last vacuum was a Eureka. Never, ever buy a Eureka. I should have known better. My first vacuum was a Eureka and it started on fire while I was vacuuming! Not good. Then we had a Hoover which barely lasted a year. Then a Dirt Devil which didn't even last a year and then the other Eureka, which died today after three years. This last Eureka, though, was the worst. I've replaced the hose and the beater brush, not to mention umpteen belts (seriously, like one every other month for the past year or so) and bags up the wazoo. My new vacuum has no belts and no bags. I love it! I vacuumed yesterday with the piece of shit and when I vacuumed with the Dyson today it looked like I hadn't vacuumed in months. The canister was FULL. Nasty!

I'm also a very happy girl because I paid *way* less for a Dyson at the Exchange than I would have anywhere else. Yay me!

Happy Birthday, Linda!

My friend Linda has a birthday this week. Bad me, I can't remember if it's today or tomorrow, so I'll cover all bases!

Happy birthday, Linda! I'm still not happy you abandoned me in Tennessee, but I hope your day is a great one!

Lights Out!

I don't know what it is about this area, but our power is constantly going out. It's only for a second or so, but it's long enough to screw everything up!

I'd say in the past week or so we've lost power three times. And it's like this every week, without fail. It's not usually out for long, although there have been a few times where it was out for a couple hours.

Yesterday it just did a quick flash, off and then on again. Of course, that means the DirecTV had to reboot. And the computers had to reboot. The clocks need to be reset. And my dryer stopped. It's gotten to the point that I don't even bother to reset my clocks because I know I'll be doing it again in a few days. I have a good old-fashioned analog clock in my living room, so I rely on that instead of the VCR or microwave.

The thing is, the power isn't going out due to a thunderstorm or rain or anything. It's apparently going out because it can. Or because this is The South and that's the way things work around here. It's just really annoying and yet another reason I can't wait to get the heck out of here!

July Book Review

Moving is Murder by Sara Rosett
© 2006
Kensington Books

It's about time there was a mystery with a military wife as protagonist! Sara Rosett has written an engaging mystery featuring Ellie Avery, Air Force wife and mom to a newborn.

The Avery's have just moved to their new duty station when Ellie discovers the body of a murdered neighbor. Before she knows it, Ellie is drawn into the investigation and her own life may be at stake. Moving is Murder is a delightful book. It's light and cozy, but never cloying. Ellie is not one of those perfect characters-she struggles with a crying baby, bed head and not enough hours in the day, just like the rest of us. But she's also determined and devoted to her family which makes her a very believable amateur sleuth. The details of military life and all it entails are funny-and too true. I personally loved when Ellie mutters to herself that she thought she and her husband had left "yard of the month" competition behind when they left on-base housing. I can relate.

If you're looking for a witty, entertaining read, look no further than Moving is Murder. Rosett's second mystery, Staying at Home is a Killer, is also available from Kensington Books.

The Bronx is Burning

It's been a long time since a television program caught my interest, but after one episode, I'm addicted to The Bronx is Burning on ESPN. The show follows the 1977 Yankees in their pennant race, along with other events occurring in New York City that summer, namely the Son of Sam murders.

The cast is fantastic: Oliver Platt plays George Steinbrenner, John Turturro plays manager Billy Martin and Daniel Sunjata plays Reggie Jackson. Platt's Steinbrenner is just exactly what I always thought Steinbrenner would be like and I can't help but laugh at him. Turturro is perfectly scrappy and greasy, in true Billy Martin style. And Sunjata? Well, he definitely "gets" Jackson's ego.

Unfortunately, this is only an eight-hour miniseries. How disappointing. I mean, really! What could be better than clubhouse gossip, on- and off-the-field rivalries and a few good murders thrown in? What a winner!

Have a Nice Day!

Maybe it's my Midwestern upbringing, or the fact that I'm just a nice person, but I bet I say the words "have a nice day" at least 3 times a day, often to complete strangers. So, tell me, is this something that just isn't done anymore? It seems like lately I get no response when I tell someone to have a nice day. Now, I'm not looking for anyone to tell me to have a nice day, but some people's rudeness just astounds me.

Today the kids and I were out and about. We went to Hancock Fabrics to get some foam and upholstery fabric so I can recover one of our office chairs. I told the lady who rang up my items to have a nice day and she just turned away. Eh, whatever.

At Target the cashier smiled genuinely when I told her to have a nice day and, from the look on her face, she was surprised a customer would say such thing. The library was another non-reaction. Burger King? Well, I'm still thinking about Burger King. It took forever to get our food (in fact, someone in line two cars behind us apparently gave up and just left without their food). When the girl finished handing us our stuff I told her to have a nice day and she grunted at me. Now, there was nothing special about my order. I didn't make her work extra hard or even ask for freaking ketchup and napkins (in fact, I didn't get either of these things). Really, did I deserve a grunt? Talk about rude.

The guards at the gate on base always say thanks when I tell them to have a nice day-and I always say it to them. These poor men and women stand outside for a four-hour shift in the heat of summer and in the cold of winter. Today, I greeted the guard, showed him my ID and told him to have a nice day. He smiled and thanked me and I drove away.

So, what's the deal? I'm always hearing about how polite people in the South are, but that's not my experience. The older people in the South are unfailingly polite. The young people, with the exception of my Target cashier today, seem to be just the opposite.

Oh well, I'm not going to let a bunch of rude people turn me into one of them. I'll keep greeting people politely and thanking them when they've rung up my purchases and I'll even keep telling them to have a nice day, even if they just grunt at me in return.

Independence Day!

Hope everyone has a wonderful 4th of July! Celebrate our country's independence safely and don't forget our men and women who are serving in Iraq and Afghanistan. They truly know what it means to make a sacrifice for the freedom of all Americans!

Correction

It has come to my attention that I forgot to pay homage to the most important of Barbie's friends and family, Stacie, Barbie's baby sister. How on earth I could have forgotten Stacie is beyond me. My own sister, also named Stacie (what a coincidence!) gave Marissah a Stacie doll for her birthday or Christmas one year. Forgive me, those holidays all run together.

Last night when I was trying to sleep it occurred to me that my house is Barbie-free. Well, maybe not completely Barbie-free. We still have a sad, lonely set of twin sheets that feature our blonde and beautiful friend but, as my boys are the only ones with twin beds, they don’t get much use. There are no longer any Barbie dolls, clothes, shoes or accessories in our house, though. Not a one. They’ve all gone to the great Barbie emporium in the sky, courtesy of Waste Management, Inc. and Glad Force Flex garbage bags.

The whole Barbie thing at our house started when Marissah was two. My lovely neighbor, who shall remain nameless (her name rhymes with bear-see, just a hint) decided that my daughter needed her first Barbie doll. I was adamant that she did not need her first Barbie—she was two years old! Well, Neighbor-who-shall-remain-nameless got her way and she gave Marissah a Barbie for Christmas. Marissah liked it, of course.

I wasn’t anti-Barbie or anything, but I’m still not sure she’s a great role model for young girls. Let’s face it, when Barbie leaves the “office” at night, we know she’s not going to a museum opening or even home to read a book. No, no, no. Barbie’s heading home to watch Entertainment Tonight and thumb through the latest copy of People to see if there are any articles about her and Ken’s nasty break-up. She’s not volunteering her time at an animal shelter or a soup kitchen, she’s spending hours on the phone with Skipper, dishing out advice (No, Skipper, you simply must wait for him to call. Good girls don’t call boys!). This isn’t even touching Barbie’s totally unrealistic body image. If Barbie were a real woman her measurements would be 38-18-34. I don’t know about anyone else, but my 13-year-old daughter’s waist is bigger than that, by quite a few inches!

Yes, I know there are Teacher Barbie and Astronaut Barbie and probably even Rocket Scientist Barbie, but there is also Barbie and Tanner. Tanner is a dog and he poops. Yes, he poops. Never fear, though, Barbie has her own little pooper scooper and a lovely pink trash bin in which to dispose of Tanner’s waste. And we also have Barbie Divas-these are the new version of that 80s hit, Barbie and The Rockers! Our girls can learn to dress like Britney Spears and Lindsay Lohan, just what we’ve always wanted!

I had a few Barbies when I was growing up, but not many. I just wasn’t that into them. My most beloved Barbie wasn’t a Barbie at all. It was Barbie’s friend, Tropical Miko. Now, we all understand Barbie’s friends, don’t we? Most girls never wanted to play with them-they were just “extras.” Face it, Barbie had to have a little competition for Ken’s affections. That’s where Teresa and Skipper and Miko came in. And Miko, well, she’s another story altogether. She’s Barbie’s version of that famous line: “I’m not prejudiced! Some of my best friends are black!”

So while I was lying in bed last night, I was kind of surprised by the little bit of sadness I felt. I’ll never again find a naked Barbie in the fridge or the bathtub. I’ll never again play Barbies with Marissah, teaching her how to dress the dolls and showing her the finer points of color coordination. On the other hand, I’ll never again step on a Barbie shoe in my bare feet in the middle of the night-and that is something for which I am truly thankful! I guess I’m mostly sad that my little girl has grown up and left her Barbies behind. While I was writing this, I turned to Barbie.com for assistance. Marissah noticed and asked what I was doing. I told her I was looking for something. “For me?” she asked. “No,” I told her. “Good!” she said.

Slap Jack!

Aaron has a new favorite game. Yes, we've been playing Slap Jack all. day. long. During one of our rounds I noticed we were short a few cards, three to be exact. I sent him on a treasure hunt to find them, but he only returned with two. Figure the odds on this: of the three cards we were missing, two of them were Jacks. He only found one. Hahaha! Makes Slap Jack a little more interesting, at least.

He beat me the last game and proceeded to sing "Woowoowoowoowoowoowoo!"

When I Rule the World.....

A Louisiana town passed an interesting law this week. They've made the "offense" of wearing sagging pants that show a person's underwear (or "private parts" as the mayor called them) punishable by up to six months in jail and a $500 fine. Read it here.

Now, of course I can't say I agree with this new law. Let's save jail space for the assholes who really deserve it: rapists, murderers, drug dealers and deadbeat parents. But let's have a little fun with this.....

When I rule the world garments containing more than 5% Spandex will be banned on anyone who weighs over 100 pounds. Yeah, that's pretty much everyone and for a damn good reason, too! Spandex doesn't look good on anyone with even a little meat on their bones.

Speedos? We'll never have to see them again once I'm Queen of Everything. Well, maybe I can make an exception for competitive swimmers and divers because, in my opinion, swimmers are extremely sexy and I enjoy seeing their bodies. But they will never be allowed on a public beach again!

Crocs. See previous post.

What would you ban if you ruled the world?

Crocs....Again

I've said it before and I'll say it again: Crocs are yucky. If you weren't convinced before, check out who's wearing them now.

I rest my case.

Big News!

My baby just wrote his name all by himself for the first time!!! He's growing up so fast!

We Now Return to Your Regularly Scheduled Programming

My kids came home from camp yesterday. My house is officially a disaster area again. Only two months until they go back to school.......

Why I Hate Wal-Mart

I've been to Wal-Mart twice today. I'm never going back. Not even for another adorable pair of Happy Bunny pajamas (purple and they say "You'd be cooler if you were me."). I'm just NEVER going back.

Aaron and I went to the Evil W this morning for bread, milk, cigarettes, etc. Got into the Express lane (because that's the only lane you can purchase cigarettes, of course) and proceeded to wait for 20 minutes (maybe even more). The cashier was having trouble and the customer at the front of the line was unsatisfied with her total or something and this required several calls for help and much nitpicking. Finally it was my turn....and it turns out the cashier is also slower than a snail! Sheesh, Aaron could have rung us up faster and he's never worked a register. I was glad to leave, obviously.

Tonight the big kids and I had their final meeting before DEFY camp. They are all signed up and got their long, long lists of things they need so we headed to the Evil W so I wouldn't have to go tomorrow (since I'll be doing laundry to make sure they have enough clothes for camp tomorrow). We got all our travel size toothpastes and shampoos and our toothbrushes and bug spray and got in line to check out. I prefer to use the self checkout and since I didn't need cigarettes, that's where we went. And then we waited. And waited. And waited. Turns out all of the registers decided to crash. All of them. Every. Last. One. I have never seen so many people in line before. I have never seen so many crabby people in line before. It was insane. We waited at least 30 minutes before the registers came back up and then another 5 or 10 before the lady came to restart the self checkout registers. No kidding, I was ready to cry. We finally left the Evil W ninety minutes after we entered the store, and we left without beach towels because when I tried to scan them I learned they had no bar codes anywhere and I'm certain you can understand why I was not willing to ask someone for help.

I'm never going back to that house of horrors again. OK, that's a lie. But I'm not going again for a really long time and at some point I'm sure I'll have to go back because there's nowhere else to shop in this Godforsaken two-bit hick town. UGH!!!!!!

3 am

About two years ago I was waking up every night at the same exact time: 4:09 am. Every single night, never a minute later or earlier. At the time I blamed a neighbor's alarm clock or something like that-something that was waking me up but that I just couldn't put my finger on.

For the past week I've been waking up around 3 am every single night. Not an exact time, I don't think, but I can't tell for certain. See, our power went out about a week ago and I haven't reset my alarm clock since. It's a statement. It says "My kids are done with school for the summer and I have no reason to set my alarm clock. So there!" I'd look at Mike's clock, but since he had his surgery and is wearing an immobilizer on his shoulder and arm it's like sleeping with a humpback whale. I look over and all I see is this huge mound in bed next to me. Well, two mounds really. One mound is his 8000 pillows and his head and the other mound is his arm in the immobilizer. In order to see his clock I'd actually have to sit up and I just don't have that desire. Instead, I look at my clock, subtract two (I do know it's two hours off, but this could be am or pm and I don't care) and say "Hmm, I'm awake again at 3 am. Wonder why that is?" and then I stare at the ceiling for 30 minutes or so until I fall asleep again. Gotta love it. Not. I do take something to help me sleep, but it helps me fall asleep, not necessarily stay asleep. Weird. In any case, it doesn't really matter. My kids have been letting me sleep in and it's sheer bliss to wake at 9:00 am instead of 5:30. I dread August and having to make sure Marissah is at the bus stop by 6:20 every morning. UGH!!!!! Hopefully our schedules will be more normal after we move......

Another Bird Update

It's been over a week now with no sign of mommy bird. She's apparently abandoned her eggs. :( There are only four there-at one point she pushed one of the eggs out of the nest and I put it back in. Next time I looked it was completely gone. And no, it wasn't just after that that she abandoned the nest.

Now I have four unhatched (and will never hatch) house wren eggs, two lovely (cough, cough) bird's nests, and one dead impatiens plant. Lucky me.

Overheard.....

Micah (to Daddy): I wonder how much is in a crapload?

Micah (to Mom): Isn't it illegal to kiss someone else's mom?

Aaron (after Doc ran out the front door): I'm glad he's gone. I'm sick of that mangy mutt. He gives me a headache when he barks all the time.

Micah (to Aaron, the night before my birthday): Aaron, we can't put 33 candles on the cake! We'll burn the whole house down!

Aaron (to Mom): When I'm a Dad then I can say shit! (And yes, he did say it while telling me that, which called for another explanation of why you can't say that word, even when you're talking about that word.)

Aaron (in response to me singing the song "Tell Me Something Good" this morning while picking up the house): "Nana's coming tomorrow. And I love you!"

The Post-Birthday Report

Yesterday I turned 33. I don't feel any older (thank God) and, according to Micah, I don't look old because I have no gray hair and no wrinkles (again, thank God).

I got a beautiful pendant for my birthday from Meircee, and Mike and the kids spoiled me. Mike took Micah along with him to shop for me (I thought they were just going to get a cake). They came home with yellow and white daisies in a bright yellow happy face mug (Micah has always had a thing for happy faces LOL) and gorgeous sapphire earrings. Micah told me as I was opening the earrings that they cost more than $100 (he has no qualms about telling you what "he" spent). Mike later told me Micah wanted to buy me a fake flower so I "could have it forever," but then the smiley face mug caught his eye from practically across the store. ;)

This morning, Micah himself told me that Dad didn't want me to have fake diamonds, but the real diamonds were really expensive. "Mom, some of them cost more than $1,000!" I get the feeling there was a little debate at the jewelry counter of the NEX, with Micah lobbying for the shiny fake diamonds and Daddy trying to explain why fake is never a good idea if you enjoy your sex life (without mentioning said sex life, that is). Never fear, I explained to him that you never (ever, ever, ever) buy fake diamonds for a woman. When he asked why I told him that you just DON'T, that it's a rule. I also told him that if you really love a woman you will save your money for months and months to buy her real, expensive diamonds instead of cheap fakes. With Micah's tendency to be literal at all times, in all things, I think his future girlfriends and wife are now safe from cubic zirconium and cut glass (Emily, take note-he may be a pain in other respects, but you won't have to school him in jewelry-buying).

Oh-my cake was a devil's food with cookies and cream icing and pieces of Oreos. Micah also chose this, but I bet you already knew that! I got a few bites and let the kids enjoy the rest.

The Truth about Laundry

1. The Laundry Defect
Amazingly, every member of my family except me lacks the special ability to see dirty laundry. Yes, it's true. I call it the laundry defect. At least once a week I send the kids upstairs to bring their hampers down. Inevitably, the hampers come down about half full. I then go upstairs and fill two freaking baskets of things they missed. They apparently never think to look in the bathrooms or even, for that matter, on their own bedroom floors. If it's not in the hamper it must not need to be washed, hmmm?

2. The Breeding Factor
Anyone who has ever done laundry knows about the Breeding Factor. This is the phenomena that unfailingly causes your laundry pile to double-or even triple-overnight. It has no known cause. If you drop a single dirty t-shirt into the empty laundry hamper before bed, by the time you wake up in the morning it will have grown into three shirts, a pair of jeans and one sock (I'll get to the sock thing later). I'm working on a laundricide right now (you know, pesticide for laundry). You'll hear more about this as soon as I get my patent.

3. The Sock Monster
Contrary to what your mother told you when you were a child, monsters do exist. They feed on socks exclusively. And they only eat one at a time. And they are obsessive-compulsive, so the socks must not come from the same pair. Unfortunately, the Sock Monster does not rule out the Breeding Factor.

4. The Invisible Stain
Yes, this one is tricky. I check the clothes carefully before I put them in the washer with the intention of using the Spray N Wash to banish any and all stains. When none are found I wash and dry the load. And I always find at least one stain that was invisible until the garment was washed. I'm beginning to think it's a conspiracy. We all know that once that garment has been in the dryer that stain is never coming out. And yet, it apparently didn't even occur until the garment was in the wash. Hmmm......

5. Drawer Deficiency
I've become convinced that there is no reason for me to be all caught up on laundry because there is simply not enough room in my house to store all the clean clothes. I can do one load of laundry and the drawers are full. Where the heck am I supposed to put the other four loads? Hell, why bother to do them at all if there's nowhere to put them???

6. The Hand Washing Myth
Don't buy into this. Unless it's cashmere, throw it into a lingerie bag and wash in cold water on the delicate cycle. If it's cashmere you should be able to afford dry cleaning (I have no cashmere and I don't even know where the dry cleaner is in this town). This rule was created by some misogynistic man who loves to see women slumped over the bathroom sink trying to get all the damn Woolite bubbles out of her silk blouse without creating wrinkles.

7. Abundant Hampers
If you have many hampers you will always feel like you're winning the laundry battle. Truly, if you have six hampers and only three of them are full you're doing great, aren't you? I have five hampers and two baskets. Four are full right now. I'm still winning. Go now to Target and buy at least two more baskets. You'll probably never fill them, thus you will, from now on, always feel like you're more on top of things.

Birdie Update

Aaron and I checked on our birdie "friends" today. The one nest is still empty and the other holds five eggs. None have hatched yet. I'm guessing the maker of the other nest was driven off. Or maybe they moved to better digs. I'm sure some other unsuspecting sucker in the neighborhood hung a plant or two. Maybe someone hung a pretty fern (lots of cover there) or a miniature rose (I can only hope the birds got poked a few times.

My plant used to look like this (no this isn't actually my plant, but mine was this lush):




It's now deader than dead. What a disappointment.

I Missed It!

I missed posting a special birthday blog for my sister! She turned THIRTY on Wednesday. She's now officially old. Course, it doesn't really matter that I missed it. She has bigger things to worry about. As of this very moment she's exploring the streets of New York City. Yes, the lucky bitch is in New York. And I'm jealous.

She called me earlier from Strand Bookstore. She's going to buy me a tote bag because she loves me (and because I asked nicely).

While she's living it up in The City, I'm sweating my butt off and waiting for yet another rain storm in the Backwoods. Just doesn't seem fair, does it?

Love you anyway, Sis. Happy (late) birthday.

What Am I Missing??

What's the deal with Vera Bradley handbags and stuff? I see them everywhere, our Exchange even carries them. No offense to anyone who loves them, but why on earth would I pay $50 (or more) for some purse that looks like my mom might have sewn it herself and carried it back in 1977? (No offense, Mom, but I think you did have one that resembled these. LOL)

Is this something like Crocs? I think these are the ugliest shoes and I don't care how comfortable they are, I wouldn't be caught dead wearing them. Yuck!

My theory is it's like the Emperor's new clothes. Everyone knows these purses and shoes are ugly, but they're all afraid to say it. I'm not. Again, I say, YUCK! Get yourself some Keds and a cute little purse from Target instead.

For the Birds

Apparently those birds that were keeping me up all night do work the night shift. Two years ago I had a lovely (cough) family of house wrens build a nest in my hanging impatiens plant. Last year I didn't have any hanging plants. This year I figured it was safe again, that my birdie "friends" would have moved on to greener pastures. I was wrong.

I first noticed their new nest about 2 days after I hung the plant up. I immediately removed the nest because there were no eggs in it. I can't remember if I checked again yesterday or Saturday, but the plant was clear of nests. This morning I checked again. I found not one, but *two* nests and one of those nests has three eggs in it! ACK!!!!! So, once again, I am not going to have a pretty hanging plant. I can't water it right with nests in it and I can't bring myself to take the nests out if there are eggs in there. I suppose I should be grateful. My neighbors have a quite large nest that was built on the frame of one of their bikes (hanging from the carport ceiling). There were *three* adult birds sitting in it when I showed it to Aaron earlier. Someone at their house won't be riding their bike for a while. My grandma once left a pair of my grandpa's jeans on the wash line to dry overnight. The next morning the house wrens had built a nest in the pocket of those jeans, so Grandma left them there until the eggs hatched. Apparently they are real opportunists. Kind of like squatters, I suppose.

So, all is not lost. Aaron loves birdies and he really enjoyed seeing the eggs. He's looking forward to them hatching and seeing baby birdies again. I did move the plant so it's not right next to the front door. The last thing I need is to get dive-bombed by a little freaking bird whenever I leave my house.

Poor Micah

This morning Doc ate a frog. Micah is very upset. I'm still laughing and will continue to do so as long as the frog doesn't make an encore appearance in the form of vomit in my house. Poor Micah. Last night he found out Marissah is dissecting a frog on her field trip to the zoo on Tuesday and now this........How will he ever recover? (snicker)

As Seen on TV

Aaron has a real affinity for anything and everything sold on television. He wants Moon Sand and Floam. He wants an AirHog and Blendy Pens. But his fascination doesn't end with himself. No, no, no. He's constantly telling me about the things for the whole family, including the Ab Lounger ("Mom, you'll never have to do sit-ups again," he tells me--as if I do them now!).

Today while Aaron was watching TV he had a brainstorm! "Mom, if Nana falls out of bed and gets hurt she might need LifeAlert!" I laughed so hard I thought I'd cry. And then I called my mom so she could laugh with me. Aaron, of course, couldn't understand what was so funny. He doesn't want to risk Nana falling out of bed and getting hurt. In fact, he just asked again if we can get that for Nana (without being prompted by a commercial this time). Isn't he a nice kid, worrying about his grandma like that? ;)

I'm mean....

Doc, our puppy, has a huge fear of the vacuum cleaner. I don't even have to turn it on, as soon as I pull it out of the closet he's barking at it in a very threatening manner. Once I turn it on I usually don't have to worry about him because he hides from me (and the vacuum) under the dining room table.

Today I was using the hose to vacuum around the legs of my dining room table and Doc came over to voice his displeasure with that loud machine. I thought maybe I could get him to see that the vacuum wouldn't hurt him, so I held the nozzle out toward him. Well......at that very moment he lunged toward it to bark.....and ended up getting his nose sucked by the nozzle. OMG! The look on his face was so priceless as he turned tail and ran. He was too scared to even bark again. And me, I am so evil, I laughed until I thought I would pee my pants. It was seriously funny. I doubt he'll ever recover from this and will remain terrified of the vacuum cleaner forever... Hahahahahah!

Happy Birthday, Big Boy!

My baby is FIVE today. How in the world did this happen? Seems like just last week I was holding him in my arms, wondering over his tiny little hands and feet. Wasn't it just a few days ago that he was learning to walk, all unsteady but with a big smile on his face? And I swear it was just yesterday that he was starting to talk, a few words at a time, but making sure we knew exactly what he was saying.

Now my baby is a big boy. He'll start Kindergarten in the fall. He's older now than Micah was on the day Aaron was born. It just doesn't seem possible.

So, happy birthday to my big boy! Love you, Aaron.

P. S. When I asked Aaron what kind of presents he wanted for his birthday he told me "Just look in my bedroom. Whatever you don't see, that's what I want." Not asking for much, is he? ;)

Adding to the Teen Angst

Yesterday I introduced Marissah to one of my all-time favorite songs: Paradise by the Dashboard Light by Meat Loaf. Yes, I know it's cheesy, but it's high school memories! I've often told people that one of the reasons I knew Mike was the right man for me is that he didn't scoff at my Meat Loaf CDs and instead sang along.

Not only did Marissah hate the song ("It's stupid."), but she became quite embarrassed, even blushing a lovely shade of red, when I began singing it in the commissary. Hahahahahah! Ah yes, I now have a weapon.

Each and every time she got sassy with me last night I started to sing. "I can see paradise by the dashboard light...." Amazingly enough, this works well. I love it!

Book Review: On Call in Hell

On Call in Hell: A Doctor's Iraq War Story
by Cdr. Richard Jadick with Thomas Hayden
©2007

On Call in Hell is the account of Navy battalion surgeon Richard Jadick's experience in Iraq. From the relative calm of Haditha Dam to the Battle of Fallujah, Jadick and his corpsmen ran their makeshift trauma centers, trying valiantly to save the lives of young Marines. The book is an inside look into battlefield medicine and it's an incredible read. I'll never again look at corpsmen or Navy doctors in the same way. Highly recommended, even if you don't care for war accounts.

From the Mouths of Babes.....

Aaron: Mom, close the window because I'm getting cold!

Me: The window isn't even open. It must be your imagination.

Aaron: Uhhhhh! I don't *have* an imagination! I only have an imagination if I have a big box!

(Still not sure where the big box comes in, but it's pretty funny!)

Stupid Bloody Birds!

I didn't get much sleep last night. It wasn't because of my kids, as you'd likely guess. Nooooooo. Instead I had some stupid-ass birds chirping outside my window all. night. long. Yes, during the night. When it's dark! Apparently these birds either have their days and nights mixed up (a la human babies) or they're currently working the night shift. Whatever it is, it better stop. I've had my windows open during the night because it's been nice and cool (compared to our daytime temps which are in the upper 80s already), but that's going to have to change if these effing birds don't shut up. I'm no bird-hater (unless they're flying near me and/or swooping, then all bets are off), but I'm more than tempted to buy a damn shotgun and let fly out my bedroom window. If nothing else maybe it would scare them off.

Stacie, wanna come have some target practice? We can tell Mom they were starlings........ Heh.

P. S. I really love that spellcheck didn't prompt me to correct "stupid-ass."

It Should Be a National Holiday!

Yes, it's Opening Day! If you don't know what I'm talking about you have no business being an American and that's final. Baseball season opens today and this day should be celebrated like Thanksgiving and the Fourth of July. In fact, I think we can just scrap Columbus Day and celebrate Opening Day instead. Ah, when I'm Queen of the Universe things will be different.

As I was catching up with rosters in the paper today, I found that I must remain a Yankees fan. Now, I'm always a Twins fan. Forever. But I change my other team allegiances based on players. I only became a Yankees fan because Chuck Knoblauch played for them. Of course, along the way I also became an Andy Pettite fan. I love Derek Jeter (my God, who doesn't?) and Doug Mientkiewicz has been a favorite since he played for the Twins. So, what's a girl to do when Pettite, Jeter and Mientkiewicz all play for the Yankees, along with Mariano Rivera and Johnny Damon? Well, she's gotta stay a Yankees fan! Ah......

Things I'll Miss about the South

Admittedly, there aren't many things I'll miss about the South, but there are a few.....

1. Spring. Yes, spring is gorgeous everywhere, but it's especially beautiful here. Right now the trees are blossoming, including the pink dogwoods, and the air smells heavenly. This area may have nothing else going for it, but it sure is pretty in the spring.

2. Two words: sweet tea. If you've never had it, try it. But only if you can get the real thing. Ordering an iced tea and then adding sugar is not the same. If you want an easy recipe for true Southern sweet tea let me know. It takes five minutes to make it and it's delish! I can make this at home no matter where I live, but there is something so right about being able to order this in any restaurant with my meal. I never order soda when we go out to eat, only sweet tea. Yum!

3. The food. Yes, I know it's not good for me. No one should eat green beans with bacon every night of the week. No one needs fried green tomatoes more than once or twice a year. But I'm pretty sure it's going to be damn hard to find either of these things in Granolaland (aka California), never mind the more unfamiliar delicacies like fried chicken livers (don't knock them until you've tried them!). Of course, it's pretty damn hard to find decent seafood, sushi or Mexican food here, which I know are abundant in California. I guess I'll survive.

4. Thunderstorms. San Diego doesn't get those. Well, maybe once a year they get thunder, but it's short-lived and never really amounts to anything. Here we get these about once a week from April to November. This is also why there are real flowers that grow in Memphis and not just freeway daisies, as in San Diego (unless, of course, you spend your entire paycheck paying the water bill for your garden).

And that's it. Four whole things I'm going to miss about the South. Wow. I could probably write for two days about all the things I won't miss, but I'll save that for later. ;)

My New Discovery

Ever since learning the nutrition content of my beloved Peppermint Mocha from Starbucks, I've felt guilty every time I've ordered it. Today I tried something new: Iced Passion Tea. Oh my word is it good!!!! And it's a mere 80 calories. Plus, it's nearly 80 degrees here today. I'm not in the mood for hot coffee. It was also cheap-$1.91 for a grande! :)

Career Women

Two of my favorite women in the whole world are moving up the career ladder. My sister has taken a new job with her company. Something about risk management and analysis and other things that made my eyes glaze over. Woo hoo! And Meircee has a tentative offer to move up in her job to a great position with lots and lots of room for advancement and someone who sounds like a great boss. Congratulations to my favorite working girls! :)

23 Days!

Just 23 more days until baseball season opens! Woo hoo!!!!!! No teams held my interest well last season, but this year I'll start following The Padres since they're going to be my "home team" again. I always keep track of The Twins, of course. Maybe this year I can have a Padres/Twins World Series and go watch the game at the stupidest-named baseball park in the world. You do have to love a ballpark with a view of the ocean, though.

Whenever I watch a ballgame, I think of Mike's Grandma Sandi. She was a baseball junkie, too. But she took her addiction to extremes. Three televisions in the living room, all tuned to a different game, plus the radio broadcast of one game (usually the Twins) in her ear. I bet she doesn't have to settle for just three games at a time anymore. ;)

Too Good to be True!

Aaron told me today that if I buy him a television for his bedroom he'll move out of my house. I asked him where he was going to go live and he told me: "A blue house that you don't live in."

I think I need to go buy a TV. Or three......

I had a dream.......

No, not that kind of dream. I had a really weird dream. Anyone who knows me knows this is nothing new. I have always had strange dreams and that will probably never change.

Last night I had a dream that Mike and I were in bed watching Wonder Woman. Where the hell Wonder Woman came into play I have no idea, although my sister used to have Wonder Woman Underoos when she was little (sorry, Stace, I had to mention that!). Anyway, I fell asleep whilst watching Wonder Woman but was rudely awakened later by this flashing light in my bedroom. In my dream, I investigated and learned that someone had broken into my house and installed a strobe light in my bedroom. Hm......

But THEN! I was awake and telling Mike that I had a strange dream that someone had installed a strobe light in our room. He laughed at me and I went back to sleep......

Only to wake up and find him still awake, watching TV. Turns out, I dreamt that I dreamt someone installed a strobe light in my bedroom. And the strobe light was (drum roll please...) the television, of course. I have a history of dragging little slices of reality into my dreams (just ask Meircee about the time I dreamt that the FBI was on CNN saying they had found Elvis and I was positive that it was real). But, to my knowledge, I've never before dreamed of dreaming.

And why would I dream about Wonder Woman when we were watching Goodfellas when I fell asleep?! Do I subconsciously think Joe Pesci resembles Lynda Carter? Hmmmm.......

True Blood!

HBO is doing a series based on Charlaine Harris' Sookie Stackhouse series. It's called True Blood and it's scheduled to debut in the fall 2007 line-up.

The only time I've ever subscribed to HBO (or any other movie channel) is when we got them all free for the first three months after we got DirecTV. But I'll be signing up in time for this show! The books are great-campy and funny, not too terribly serious. I can't wait!

Overheard

Aaron, picking up about 20 pennies I had cleaned out of my purse: Money! Me and Micah are stinkin' rich now!

Haven't done a meme in a while.......

1. What time do you get up in the morning?
5:30
2. Diamonds or Pearls?
Diamonds
3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?
Cars
4. What is your favorite TV show?
Anderson Cooper 360 and Larry King Live
5. What do you normally have for breakfast?
Coffee
6. What is your middle name?
Lynne
7. What is your favorite cuisine?
Sushi
8. What food do you most dislike?
Liver
9. What is your favorite chip?
Old Dutch Dill Pickle
10. What is your favorite CD at the moment?
I don't listen to CDs much. Lately I'm loving Josh Ritter and David Gray.
11. What kind of car do you drive?
Chrysler Town and Country
12. What is your favorite sandwich?
Reuben
13. Qualities I despise most in other people are…
Hypocrisy
14. What are your favorite clothes?
pajamas
15. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would it be?
Paris. Well, all of Europe, really
16. What color are your eyes?
Hazel
17. What is your favorite brand of clothing?
Don't have a favorite
18. Where would you want to retire?
San Diego or LA
19. What is your favorite time of day?
afternoon
20. Where were you born?
Litchfield, MN
21. What is your favorite sport to watch?
Baseball
22. Sock Sock, Shoe Shoe or Sock Shoe, Sock Shoe?
sock sock, shoe shoe
23. Cash, credit card or debit card?
debit card. Can't remember the last time I used a credit card.
24. Pepsi or Coke?
Pepsi
25. Cats or Dogs?
Dogs, definitely.
26. Are you a morning person or a night owl?
Night owl
27. Pedicure or manicure?
Manicure.
28. Do you prefer funny or mushy cards?
Funny
29. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with everyone?
We're moving back to San Diego!
30. What did you want to be when you were little?
A teacher.
31. What do you have in your trunk right now?
I don't have a "trunk," but in the cargo area of my van is my handy-dandy roadside assistance bag that Mike bought me. As if I'm *ever* going to change my own tire. Ha!
32. What is your best childhood memory?
Going for rides with my mom and dad.
33. What are some of the different jobs you have had in your life?
Nursing assistant, bakery cashier (I also sliced bread and cleaned cases), grocery store cashier, news monitor, library clerk.
34. What is your favorite Holiday?
Christmas
35. What is your favorite dessert?
Brownies
36. Where is your favorite get-away?
My bedroom.
37. Have you ever been to Africa?
No.
38. Glasses or Contacts?
Glasses when I bother to wear them.
39. Have you ever been toilet papering?
Nope.
40. Have you ever been in a car accident?
Once, but I wasn't driving.
41. What is your favorite day of the week?
Monday.
42. What is your favorite restaurant?
Chile Peppers in San Diego.
43. Favorite flower?
home-grown roses and lilacs.
44. Favorite movies?
Lonesome Dove, Top Gun, the Godfather, Good Will Hunting.
45. Favorite Past time?
Reading
46. Favorite ice cream?
Ben & Jerry's Peanut Butter Cup
47. Favorite fast food restaurant?
Burger King and In 'N Out Burger
48. How many times did you fail your drivers test?
Once
49. From whom did you get your last email?
Meircee
50. Sandals or tennis shoes?
Sandals
51. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card?
Barnes and Noble or Target
52. If the speed limit is 60, what is the fastest you normally drive?
70
53. What is your bedtime?
Usually in bed by 9:30 and asleep by 10:30, but sometimes earlier.
54. Whose response to this are you most curious about?
Don't know.....
55. Last person you went to dinner with?
Mike
56. What are you listening to right now?
The Oscars
57. What is your favorite color?
Purple
58. How many tattoos do you have?
None, but next time I go to Hawaii I'm getting a yellow plumeria tattooed *somewhere.
59. Smooth or crunch peanut butter?
crunchy
60. What is your favorite drink?
coffee

Why I Love Thrift Stores

Anyone who knows me knows I love shopping at thrift stores. There was a great one on the Marine Corps base in San Diego I got so many nice things at. The stuff there was extremely cheap (I'm talking yard sale prices), and Meircee and I once walked out of there with two plastic trash bags full of stuff (we bought stuff for our kids, too!).

My love for thrift stores remains and today was a banner day! I got the entire Sookie Stackhouse series by Charlaine Harris. Only one of these was not a signed copy. I also got all but one of the Lily Bard series by the same author and both of the books in her Harper Connelly series (only one signed).

I also snagged myself a cute little pair of It's Happy Bunny pajama bottoms. But my favorite purchase of the day was a Kate Spade handbag. I'd never be able to afford one of these new, but I can have a slightly used one for $10 from the Goodwill! :O) It was a little dirty, but it cleaned right up and it's gorgeous! I'm in love.....

Random Thoughts at the End of a Long Day

Finished a great book by a favorite writer today. The Dead Place is the sixth in the Ben Cooper/Diane Fry series set in the Peak District in England. This series is so incredibly good. If you want the list of titles, check out the author's website Stephen Booth.

The book made me curious enough to do some web searching on green burials. Needless to say, I'm intrigued. Very interesting!

We're spending part of our tax return on a new computer for the kids. I'm thoroughly sick and tired of sharing mine with them. The new computer will reside upstairs in the computer room, while my computer resides here in the living room. Ah, peace and quiet.

The weather has finally warmed up here. We actually hit 60 degrees today! Woo hoo! To celebrate I grilled steaks for dinner. Yum! It's supposed to be nearly 70 tomorrow, but it's also going to rain.

At dinner, Marissah reported that her brothers messed up her room after she cleaned it today. The boys denied it, claiming "the aliens" did it. As I pointed out to Marissah, her brothers look enough like aliens for that to be possible. They didn't deny that!

Tomorrow the big kids go back to school and I can regain some sanity and get my house clean. Happy day!

Back to San Diego

Well, as my little "Where Do You Belong?" link on the right says, I belong in San Diego. Funny thing, when Mike did that quiz he got San Diego, too. So is it any wonder he's taken orders to a ship there?

The USS Makin Island will be Mike's next ship. It's not commissioned yet-still being finished in Pascagoula, Mississippi.

You all know how happy I am to be going back to San Diego. I have missed it so much. No more rednecks, no more extreme heat, no more worthless schools for my poor kids. I can't wait. Still no real idea as to when we'll be leaving, but probably in December.

I smell goooood!

I just got out of the tub, and I smell fantastic thanks to Bathed and Infused. If you've never heard of them, check 'em out. Great smelling products for the bath (body wash, lotion, perfume) at great prices. Who can resist a perfume called Bad Puppy (smells like green grass, dirt and iris petals-much better than it sounds) or Grapenuts (a blend of grapefruit and coconut)? They have hundreds of scents, including designer dupes (the big names like Britney Spears and Prada and places like Bath and Body Works). If you can imagine the scent, they have it. Honest!

I just received my second order since my dear sister got me hooked and I am still impressed. I've loved every scent I've tried, so far. If you're a little more worried there's a discussion forum where users post reviews of the scents they've tried.

If you email me I can refer you and you'll get 10% off your first order (and I'll get some points so I can continue to feed my new addiction).

No Longer Anonymous

I've always been secretly proud of the fact that the staff of my local Starbucks doesn't know me. See, if they don't recognize me when I come in, or have my order already started before I place it, that means I'm not the Starbucks equivalent of a crack ho. Right?

Well, that changed today. Aaron and I were standing in line and the place was packed, plus the drive-thru line was eight cars long (which is why we went inside). I was minding my own business, helping Aaron pick which cookie he wanted, when the barrista came by and said: "Grande Peppermint Mocha, right?" I was stunned, but not so stunned that I couldn't tell her to make it a venti instead (it's cold and sleeting outside).

So that's it. She may have had to ask for my name, but she knew my drink. I'm no longer a nameless, faceless coffee drinker. I'm a regular. An addict. A Starbucks ho. I'm not ashamed, though. I haven't yet started selling my body for a fix so it's all good.

Snip, snip!

Tomorrow Doc is going to the vet to be neutered. Pray for me that this will cure him of his little humping addiction. ;) Marissah's friend, who is an 11-year-old girl, tells me this will rob Doc of his dignity. Bahahahahaha! I don't know which is funnier, the thought of Doc having any dignity (see humping addiction) or the sound of this little 11-year-old lecturing me.

Anywho, when I told Aaron that Doc was going to the vet tomorrow he asked why. I told him the vet was going to cut off Doc's testicles. (Why yes, I am an evil, sick, deranged mother). He asked what testicles were and I told him. And then he said: "I don't wanna go with you then." LMAO! This child always wants to go everywhere with me. Guess not if it involves testicles and scalpels, though.

I was sleeping blissfully this morning when I woke up. I had heard something. And there it was again. My baby, screaming "Mom! Mom!" I jumped out of bed and ran into the boys' room. Aaron was sitting up in bed. I asked him what was wrong.

"Marissah is in our room!" he said.

I looked around, doubtfully. There was no one but Micah in the room with him and he was dead asleep.

"Marissah's not here, honey. Go back to sleep," I told him.

"Will you get me some water?" he whined.

I got him some water. When I brought it back to him he told me Marissah was in Micah's bed, under the covers. This led me to remove all of the blankets (and there were several) covering Micah and showing Aaron that Marissah was not, in fact, in his bed. He seemed satisfied and went back to sleep. I, on the other hand, was up for a good half hour after that, trying to get my heart to beat normally again. Nothing like being woke from a dead sleep by your child screaming to get the blood flowing, huh?

I'm still trying to figure out why on earth he thought Marissah was in their bedroom, much less in Micah's bed. And why would that be so earth-shattering as to wake me at 3:30 a.m.? Did I mention that I was the only one who woke up when he screamed? Everyone else continued to sleep like the dead, including Micah, who was a whole three feet from Aaron.

And as further punishment, Aaron is wide awake as I write this.....at 6:35 a.m. It's going to be a long day.......

Overheard......

Aaron, standing on the couch: Micah! I'm the king of the world! (loses his balance and sits down, hard) Well, I'm almost the king of the world.

January Book Review

Disco for the Departed
by Colin Cotterill
©2006 247 p.
Soho Press

Dr. Siri Paiboun is the reluctant national coroner for the People's Democratic Republic of Laos. Set in 1977, while the country is still acclimating itself to the new communist government, Dr. Siri and his morgue employees attempt to solve the mysteries that come their way. Disco for the Departed is the third book in this wonderful series. Dr. Siri and Nurse Dtui are summoned to the province of Huaphan to investigate a body found buried under concrete. Meanwhile, Mr. Geung, the morgue attendant, has an adventure of his own.

Disco is witty and sly, with a nice dose of mysticism to tantalize and entertain. The characters are wonderfully drawn and readers get a real sense of Laos. Fans of slightly out of the ordinary mysteries should not miss this series, which includes The Coroner's Lunch and Thirty Three Teeth. As always, I recommend reading the series in order.

My weird dog

OK, it's official. My puppy, Doc, is weird. A couple weeks ago, Doc was just acting strange toward me. He was growling at me and backing away whenever he got close to me. I called for Mike and he thought I had something on my hands that Doc didn't like the smell of, so I washed them. No improvement-he was still growling and backing away like he was terrified. The only thing I could think of was my sweater. It was new, never worn before. I hadn't washed it because it's cashmere. I took it off and Doc still growled at my arms, but nothing like what he did when Mike held the sweater for Doc to smell. He was scared of my sweater. I'm thinking he can smell those goats or something and he (obviously) doesn't like it. LOL

This morning I put on an angora blend sweater because it's freezing here. Well, reverse the reaction to the cashmere sweater. I thought the puppy was going to eat me right along with my sweater. He was just nuts over it! So, for future reference: goats=bad, rabbits=good.

Winter Weather Whine

Micah finished his science fair project last night (which snack is more nutritious-PopTarts, granola bars or popcorn) and had to take it to school this morning. Instead of making him lug the big half-moving box I decided I'd drive him.

I went out to start the car about 15 minutes before we had to leave and when we got out there the windows still weren't clear. ACK! For the first time in six years (since we lived in Great Lakes), I had to scrape my windows. Do I even own a scraper??? Nooooooo, of course not! I remember scraping my windshield with my driver's license back in the days when I was young and too dumb to think I needed a scraper. It somehow didn't seem right to desecrate my California drivers license with frost, though, so an old, used up Starbucks card had to suffice. I certainly wasn't going to risk my debit card or either of my library cards, was I?????? Besides, I'm sure Starbucks has new designs on their cards for Valentine's Day, right?

The boys were mesmerized by the frost everywhere. Micah is sure this means it's going to snow today (hate to disappoint him, but only COLD is in the forecast) and Aaron mistakenly thought I said "frosting," which I guess is pretty appropriate.

After we dropped Micah off, there was only one thing to do. It was time for a Starbucks run. After all, I was cold and I needed to replace that card. Right?

I'm not safely ensconced in my nice warm house (well, relatively speaking) with a grande Peppermint Mocha and the half of Aaron's cranberry orange muffin he didn't eat and a brand spankin' new Starbucks card with a Valentine's motif. Life is good, but it would be better if it wasn't so damn cold!

Help Me Out!

Mike and I (okay, I mostly) want to take a vacation in April. No kids, nothing too terribly touristy. Mostly, I want to sit on a beach somewhere and vegetate. I suggested Florida's Gulf Coast. Mike has no desire to go there. But then he says he doesn't care where we go. So, anyone have any suggestions? (Thanks for suggesting Sacramento, Meircee, but you have no beach!!!! Love you!)

I'm sad.....

Yesterday I learned that one of my favorite authors passed away. This wasn't just any old author to me-this was Barbara Seranella, author of the Munch Mancini mysteries. I knew Barbara from an online mystery group I participate in and I can tell you that she was a wonderful, genuine human being. I never got to meet her in person, but I will miss her anyway.

Barbara's books feature Miranda "Munch" Mancini, a mechanic who is also a recovering drug addict. In the beginning of the first book in the series, Munch is trying to start over-off the booze and drugs and away from her wild life-when her father is murdered and she is considered a prime suspect. Barbara's writing got better as she went-and it was excellent from the beginning. Do me a favor and look for at least one of them. You won't regret it.

Sickies-Part Deux

Today is the first day I haven't had everyone home sick since the weekend. Do I have to tell you I was losing my ever-lovin' mind???

Micah is still home. He finally isn't running a temp, but he's still exhausted. He slept over 13 hours last night-and that's the fifth night in a row for that!

And me? I still haven't gotten sick. I felt crappy on Tuesday, but it never amounted to anything. Must be my exceptional physical condition and the attention I pay to my all-around well-being. Bahahahahahahahahahahahah!

Sickies

I've got two sick kids this weekend. Micah started complaining of a cough on Thursday, but it really hit him hard on Friday night. I gave him some Children's Tylenol Flu and he puked it right back up. Nice. Saturday morning I got up to find him sleeping on the couch at 9 am. Remember, this is the child who has to be medicated to sleep at night. Oh yeah, he's sick.

Micah took some Tylenol (but not the pukey stuff) and felt better shortly after. But by 4 pm Aaron was down and out. He napped on the couch for about 3 hours and when he woke up I tried to convince him to take some medicine. He wasn't biting, though. Aaron puked, no medication involved.

Today has been a battle. Aaron still won't take anything, so he's just staying on the couch and whimpering every once in a while. Micah feels better, but still has a fever. Mike has this crap, too, but I don't have to take care of him, thank God!

So far, Marissah and I have been lucky, but you know what's going to happen. Everyone is going to get well and then Mom will get sick. And who is going to take care of Mom?????? Hahahahahahahaha.......that's right! NO ONE!!!!!!

Lucky me. Being a mom is highly over-rated.......

Justifiable Homicide

I'm contemplating homicide tonight. Or maybe just assault. Whatever it is, you can be sure it will be felonious and it will hurt. A lot.

I left the house at 3:30 this afternoon to pick up a few things from Wal-Mart. Marissah came with me because she needed some stuff for a school project. I should preface all of this by saying I am extremely tired today. I haven't slept well in a few days and it's catching up with me.

On our way to Wal-Mart Marissah explained to me that she can't just bring two things on her list to school, because then she'll only get two extra points. You see, they are making an edible cell model and the teacher gave them a list of supplies she needs. I told Marissah I was sure she didn't need ALL of that stuff, but she insisted she did. And those extra points are why. For each item on the list that the kids bring in they get an extra point on their grade. 15 items total on the list and you get 15 extra points. That's a HUGE difference when it comes to a project or test. My beef is that I'm essentially *buying* her grade. There is NO WAY the teacher needs all 24 kids to bring a package of paper plates. Or a pack of Dixie cups. Or a freaking package of gumballs. Gimme a freaking break.

We got all our stuff at Wal-Mart and went to check out. I went to swipe my debit card only to find it wasn't there. In fact, my entire wallet seemed to be missing. #%(*#Q&%*(#Q)*^$ And that is exactly what I said! The cashier at Wal-Mart was kind enough to say she'd hold my stuff, but I was pretty sure she wouldn't. This is Wal-Mart. In Tennessee. Need I say more? Besides, I had bigger things to worry about. Namely how I was going to get onto the secured base without my military ID.

I don't know any of the sentries on base, but there are some who are more friendly than others. You know I didn't get one of the friendly ones, right? Oh no, never happen. I got this runty little guy who apparently thought I was scamming him. I explained my predicament and he asked all kinds of questions (including where my husband works and if I have stickers on my van---as if he couldn't see the stickers right in front of his beady little eyes). Finally he told me to wait a minute, but not before he asked to see my driver's license (it's in the wallet with my freaking ID you moron!). I thought he was going to get something or someone to sign me in, but he just went to wave a car from the adjacent parking lot through. Then he came back to my side of the road and waved me through. As I was driving past I said "Thank you!" and he yelled for me to stop. I kid you not, he said: "Whoa, where are you going in such a hurry?" I was just about ready to strangle him, but I kept my cool. He finally let me go, but gave me a lecture about how important it is to keep my information on me. @@ <-eye roll. When I finally got back to Wal-Mart I was just tickled to see that not only had my cashier kept my stuff out, but she had just suspended the transaction so it was super-fast. I've never received such good service in Wal-Mart before-in Tennessee or elsewhere-and I made sure she knew that.

Now I had just one last obstacle. I had to pass the Moronic Sentry before I could get home. I seriously considered going all the way around to the other gate, but it was already 5:00 and I had no desire to prolong this excursion any more than I already had.

By the time we hit the gate I already had my ID out of my wallet and my window down. I was hoping I could just slide on through, but of course he remembered me.

"Well," he said. "I see you found it."

"Actually, it was never lost," I told him. "I just forgot it."

"Aw, you were just playin' tricks on me, weren't you?" he said in a smarmy voice. I swear, he was flirting with me.

I didn't stick around for anything else. He could have called Shore Patrol on me and I wouldn't have cared. Talk about an asshole. Did I mention how short he was? Napoleon complex, for sure. Short people should never be given power positions.

I'm glad I made his day, glad he got a laugh and some entertainment at my expense. I'll be thinking of him tonight when it drops down below thirty degrees and he's still standing outside at that gate. And I'll be laughing, too.

I can guarantee you that is one sentry I'll never forget and he'll never get so much as a "have a nice day" from me again.

Just Call Him "Striking Catfish"

Mike has been researching his genealogy since Marissah was a baby. We got this little family tree from the hospital where she was born and it got both of us more curious about our ancestors. He's made contact with many different relatives and traced his grandmother's family line (Paulson) back quite far (the 1600s or so). Last night he stumbled on some really cool connections.

To make a long story short, he was able to connect his grandmother's line to all kinds of royalty. If that's not cool enough, this line, being that it's royal and they tended to inter-marry, ties into other royal lines. He's descended from (among others) Marcus Aurelius, Constantine and King Herod. Cleopatra is part of his line, but he's not directly descended from her, along with Alexander the Great. Mike's line goes to Alexander the Great's lesser known brother (I am not joking here) The Rabbit. I forget his first name, but it's one of those impossible to pronounce Greek-sounding names.

And then, just to put the icing on the cake, his line ties into the ancient Egyptian line. So my husband is descended from the ancient Egyptian rulers, the first was named......"Striking Catfish." Less well known that King Tut, for sure, but isn't it much more fun to call Mike "Striking Catfish"? I know I'm enjoying it. OK, Mike claims "Striking Catfish" was the wife's name and the husband was The Scorpion King. I'm sticking with Striking Catfish. ;)

To sum things up, we now know my husband, and in turn my kids, are Swedish, German, Norwegian, Danish, Bohemian (hahahaha), and Austrian. Then we can add the places that no longer exist like Macedonia, Persia, and ancient Egypt. Plus a lot of Jews from Judea. Oh my......talk about a mutt.

Happy New Year!

Hope you all have a safe, prosperous, happy new year!

Merry Christmas to All!

Yes, that's the winning holiday photo. Notice the lovely date stamp. Oh well.

Hope everyone has a very merry Christmas and that Santa brings you every single item on your lists!

Love,
the Bengtsons

This and That

Well, Micah placed third in his spelling bee! I was so proud of him! They had a lot of trouble with the microphone and he didn't hear his word correctly. He spelled "method" as "nethod." LOL He wasn't disappointed, though-the two kids that placed ahead of him were both fifth graders. He did so well!

The kids are done with school now until January 3. Not sure how we're all going to survive that. Nana is coming on Saturday and I mailed all my packages and cards today (I'm late!). Now I just have to wrap. And wrap and wrap some more. Ugh. I loathe wrapping presents. One reason is because I suck at it. *sigh*

This is SO wrong!

Ya'll know how I feel about Mustangs. Imagine the shock and disbelief I felt when reading this. And no, I will not be getting one. Mustang Wagons? I'm going to cry.......

Spelling Bee

This morning I learned that Micah is going to be in the school Spelling Bee tomorrow. Who knows how long he's known about this. I only found out because I asked him why he had a 5th grade spelling book in his backpack.

Turns out he won the classroom Spelling Bee ("I was the person who lasted the longest Mom. Everyone else got out before me."). The winner of each class moves on to the school Spelling Bee. He's not sure what time it starts tomorrow, but he thinks it's 1:10. Or maybe 1:20. Or 1:00 (guess who is calling the school today to make sure?). My little speller......

Holiday Photos

When I was pregnant with Aaron and having anxiety attacks over how I was going to parent three kids, my friend Dawn gave me a tip. She told me that the hardest part of having three kids was taking pictures. Naturally, I scoffed at her. That's what clueless people do, you know. And then I had three kids and tried to take pictures of all three of them and it was hell.

I skipped family Christmas photos last year. I just could not bring myself to go through the torture. So I knew this year I was going to have to bite the bullet and take them, lest friends and family think I'm hiding my children from them or something. On Saturday I made all the kids dress in red and I broke out the adorable little Santa hats I bought for the dogs. Kids and dogs gathered around the tree and I took up the camera. And that's where my whole plan fell apart.

Doc, the puppy, was not going to wear the hat. No freaking way. I swear, if he could talk he would have said something along the lines of "Are you out of you ever-lovin' mind, woman?" Okay, no hats on the dogs. Gracie was willing to wear hers (or too stupid to realize it was on her head), but it would look ridiculous with just one dog wearing a hat.

Now that we've removed the hats, Gracie has decided she's not up to having her picture taken. Maybe it was a bad hair day. I don't know, but whenever we tried to get her to sit for a picture she immediately walked away. Okay, scratch the dogs. Kids only in the picture. This will work.

I got everyone posed just so and snapped a quick picture. Checked it out in the viewing screen and realized I had left the digital date on it. ARGH!!!!! I reset the camera so the date would not show up on what I was still convinced were going to be my perfect family photo Christmas cards and we were ready to go again.

Except we weren't.

After 10 minutes of cajoling, I couldn't get them to sit still. I thought maybe if they sat on the couch they'd do better. I was wrong. This is the picture I managed to snap just after I told them they were going to be grounded from everything if they didn't sit nice and smile.





Marissah loves her cheesy smiles and Micah and Aaron can't sit next to each other without messing around. The proof is right here.


And now, of course, Doc changes his mind and decides he should be in the picture. On the couch. Did I mention it's not even six months old yet and I really don't like animals on the furniture. Well, I decided to bend my rule for the sake of the Ultimate Christmas Photo. (Who the hell am I kidding?!)



One more picture and I'm ready to hang it up. Get the damn dog on your lap, look and me and smile pretty. I think I may have threatened to pull ears, but I may have just wished that.




What the hell. Enough. I'm sending out the picture with the date stamp on it. Do you know what pisses me off the most? I spent 45 minutes taking these pictures and I end up using the very first one I took.

Dawn, if you're reading this, I'm sorry I ever doubted you. I stand humbled before you. I can't do this again. Next year it's JC Penney portrait studio or nothing.

Christmas Mushrooms?

I bought some more ornaments for our Christmas tree today at Wal-Mart. It was looking a little sad with our special ornaments and a mere five red balls. I bought a big package of shatter-proof ornaments, because, well, I live in Heathenville. Anyhoo, Aaron and I were putting some on the tree and what do I see??? Why, Christmas mushrooms!

Who the heck puts mushrooms on their Christmas tree?! Is this something I don't know about? I know some people put a pickle ornament on their trees, but I've never heard of mushrooms. There were four of these in the package I bought. The rest of the ornaments were normal-stars, pinecones, twirly things, bells, etc. And four mushrooms. Maybe the ornament makers in China were just bored and thought "Hey, I know! Let's give those crazy Americans something to think about. Let's make them some mushroom ornaments!"

I have to say, those mushrooms are not going on my tree. I feel about it the same way as I feel about those ugly Croc shoes. Just because everyone's wearing them doesn't mean they're cute. I threw the mushrooms away.

Ah, I should have done a Google search earlier. Turns out I was on the right track: Mushroom Tradition. I'm still not putting them on my tree.

Make it stop!

It's cold here. Yes, I'm being whiny. But really, last year we didn't have our first frost until the middle of December. Here it is, December 4, and it's been cold for a week already.

I was so cold today that I put on a shawl. It's a very, very cute shawl. It's bubble gum pink and it's cable knit. Not really heavy or anything but it keeps me warm. And it looks good with my pink long-sleeved shirt. Well, my husband doesn't like it. In fact, he commented to Marissah that I'll make a good little old lady because I'm already practicing. ARGH!!!!!!!! Obviously, this is coming from the man who still keeps his Miami Vice suit because "it's gonna come back in style." (As a very funny aside, I just did a Google search for "1980s vintage mens suits" to link to one that looks like it. Can't find a single picture of anything that looks remotely close. Guess they're not coming back anytime soon, huh?)

Anywho....it's cold and I'm sick of it already. I want 75 degrees and sunshine, not 35 and gray. Yuck.

Happy Birthday!

Today is my best friend's birthday! Everyone join me in saying "Happy Birthday Meircee!" She deserves a very special day because she's a wonderful friend. :)