Friday, January 28, 2011

Do you remember?

Today's post is in memory of Dick Scobee. Michael Smith. Ellison Onizuka. Judith Resnik. Ronald McNair. Christa McAuliffe. Gregory Jarvis.  

When I was little, people used to say to each other, "Do you remember where you were when you found out Kennedy was shot?"  And I thought it was weird.  It was completely incomprehensible to someone young that a single event could impact so many people that profoundly.

Today, now?  Not so incomprehensible.  I remember exactly where I was when I heard about the Challenger explosion.  Actually, I didn't hear.  I watched.  I was in 6th Grade, and since one of my teachers had been initially selected to test for the program, we had a TV in our classroom to watch live.  I remember seeing the Principle cry.

There are, unfortunately, other mass tragedies that are burned on my memory also.  But today's not about them.  Today is for remembering 7 people who wanted to soar among the stars, but never got the chance.  May they rest in peace.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Random Tuesday Thoughts

Welcome back to another episode of "Random Tuesday Thoughts".  I'm your host Mama Badger.  

->I'm very sad that Jack LaLanne and David Nelson have died this month.  We're not even a full month into 2011 and stars from my childhood are dropping like flies.  Ok, maybe I only knew them from Nick at Night, but still.  I feel for poor David Nelson.  Always in the shadow of Ricky.  Sigh, Ricky Nelson was dreamy, though.

->Did you celebrate Pie Day on Sunday?  (no, you big dork, not pi day, that's 3-14, PIE day.)  We had 4 delicious pies to celebrate the occasion.  A pizza pie (for lunch, this was the only store bought one), a Chicken Pot Pie (for dinner), a french silk pie, and a banana cream pie.  Mmmmm.  Pie.  I posted on FB about the piestravaganza, which led me to find out that some people...  don't. like. pie.  What the hell is wrong with them?  Seriously, pie can be almost anything.  I find it very hard to believe that there is not a single variety they find appealing.  Some people just suck.

->  I gave up the ghost and changed LG's swim lesson from "Big Boy Lessons" (without a parent) back to "Little Guy Lessons" (with a parent).  A Mama can only take so many weeks of listening to her kid cry across the pool for the full 1/2 hour.  Damn.  The teachers were nice and all.  He did everything they asked, with no challenges.  He just cried the whole time.  I'm pretty sure nobody enjoyed it, so why bother keeping that going?   If he cries with PB tonight, though?  He's toast.
->  I'm thinking of getting LG a fish for his "big" birthday present.  A beta.  Nice bowl set up, low maintenance.  He can feed it, and help keep the water clean.  Watch it swim around.  PB is against the idea.  Not because it will be hard to take care of but because it will die long before LG goes to college, and he doesn't want to deal with that.  I understand, but have a different theory.  My cats are OLD.  13, even.  One of them will go in the next year or two, I'm pretty sure.  If the fish goes first, it will ease him into the idea.  Because god knows PB and I will be far too much of a mess to deal with the boys when one of these cats finally buys the farm.

->Stephen Tyler is on American Idol.  I was going to skip this season, but now I'm hooked.  He's pretty funny.  I don't even mind that he's flirting with girls who are young enough to be his GRAND daughter (PB tried to refute that fact, but no, it's true.  He's 63.  Almost all of the contestants are young enough to be 3rd generation Tylers).  I'm hoping having someone with musical talent will spruce up the show.  The first person to try to say J-Lo or Paula have talent gets their comment deleted.

->  PB and I actually got to go out this weekend.  On a date.  Outside the house.  With no kids.  And rum.  I'd say more, but this is a family site.  I will toss out, though, that it is nice to be able to throw out an F-bomb now and again and not worry that you'll be getting a call from school the next day.

Go see Keely for lovely parting gifts.  Or something like that.

Monday, January 24, 2011

MicroFiction Monday

MicroFiction Monday is all about where you take your picture in 140 characters or less.  Susan is kind enough to let us all play along.

"Looks like there won't be any racing today."  "No, we'd best pack the shells and head home, I guess."

Sorry, but misty days on the river always make me think of the fall rowing season.  Those weekends where you would drive for hours, only to find out that the race was canceled on account of fog.  Sigh.

As for my "I'd rather be" for Monday:

I'd rather be at work than sighing and reminding PB that LG is only 3.  That's why he acts that way.  With the constant "No" and "I waaaannnnnt " and the ever challenging battle just to get to the end of the day.  Lately he's been all about me, because he knows I won't put him to bed without supper, and I won't take away stories and songs at the end of the night.  I know it sucks to be 3, where you don't get to make choices, and you have to share everything with a little monster who can't talk, and doesn't understand how to play with toys nicely.  Not that I don't take things away and give time outs, just I don't take the big ticket items.  I enjoy them just as much as he does.  It's going to be a long year.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Weird Krappe You Do...

when you're a parent.

This morning I spend a good 20 minutes sitting on the side of the bath tub in the boys bathroom.  I was having a conversation with LG about his birthday.  Mostly about how we would have Abby Cadabby at the "family" party, and Mickey Mouse at the "friends" party.  The whole time he was sitting on the toilet pooping.  

Did you hear the tires screeching, too?  WHO DOES THAT?  Who has a whole conversation, sitting in front of someone on the toilet?  Even if you're a restroom talker (which I am not), there is still a stall wall between you.  Nope, not this morning.  Only because I'm his Mom.  I knew if I got up, he'd get up, too.  Whether or not he was done, he'd get up.  Ugh.

I've noticed other horrible things I would never have considered before cropping up in my regular day.  

Before?  If I had something on my shirt, I'd immediately change into something clean.  Now?  I try to judge if people will notice it and comment (yup, it has to merit a COMMENT to get me to change now).

Before?  The 5 second rule only applied in my house, and houses of other trusted friends without pets.  Now?  I'll pick little o's binki up off the floor at church, put it in my mouth to clean it and give it back to him.  How horribly disgusting is that?  

Before?  I would blow the occasional sick day for the sake of mental health.  A nice cold stay spend sitting on the couch with a warm blanket and a good book is good for the soul, I'd say.  Now?  I go to work as long as I'm not bleeding out the eyes and coughing up a lung because I know I'll need those sick days when the plague goes around school.  And nothing pisses me off more than having a conversation with my boss about the number of sick days I racked up when LG had salmonella.

People aren't kidding when they say kids make you do strange things.  Things you never thought you'd do before.  I wonder if the change is permanent.  Because I have to tell you, I'm looking forward to the days when I can lock the bathroom door and go with the 1 occupant at a time rule again.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Random Tuesday Thoughts... Pictoral Edition

Not so many random thoughts today.  More like random pictures.  Go with it.  Then go see Keely.

The turkey in our yard.  Look at the date.  Day after Thanksgiving.  Brassy Turkey.

"Maaaaamaaaaa, O-ie's eating all Santa's cookies.  No, O-ie, NO!"


The elusive Grammie and Grampie out in the wilderness.

PB pulling LG in his sled behind the snow blower.
 

Little O having his teeth brushed.  He sounds like one of those Singamajigs.  

If you haven't entered the contest, go back here and enter.  I'll make it worth your while.

Monday, January 17, 2011

MicroFiction Monday

Time for Susan and her 140 characters:

As the ghosts battled across the ceiling, Taka wished that they'd quiet down and let him get some rest for his test tomorrow.

I really liked this picture.  Something about the "chalk outline" aspect of the characters.

And right now, I'd rather be at work than the dentist.  I'm beginning to really not like my current dentist.  I need to find another.  The dentist himself is "fine" by his hygienist and dental assistant are evil.  Ok, maybe not evil, but certainly not gentle.  Today they asked when I would be bringing the boys in.  Uhm, NEVER!  We take them to a pediadontist who believes that gentle and non-invasive is the best way to go about things.  Whew.

The contest is still open.  If you want goodies, just answer the questions!

CONTEST ALERT:

Yup, finally here.  The long awaited contest.  The rules are very simple.  Answer the questions below.  Some have right answers (but you don't have to give the right one), and some are just to make me happy.  (What?  It's my contest.)  You can only enter once.  You must answer all 4 questions, extra points for creativity.  You can't be related to me.  That's it.  Answer in the comments section.  PB will choose a winner on the 31st.  It's up to him how he chooses.  

The Questions:

1)  Who is MB's all time favorite Sesame Street character?
2)  What is LG's favorite color?

3)  If you were in prison, what would the crime be?

4) Dark and swarthy or blond and beautiful?  (which is really like asking who's cuter, LG or little o.  What, you're not their Mom.  You can have a favorite.)

That's all for today.  Go read other micro fiction.  It's a quick and painless way to pass a Monday!

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Random Tuesday Thoughts...

It feels like forever since I've done a random thought.  They're clearly backing up, my husband can attest.  He's been subject to way too much krappe thinking lately.  Instead, now I'll burden you.

->  Blue Violet asked a few weeks ago about laundry habits.  I thought that topic could merit it's whole own post.  She asked if you were a "wear it too long" or a "don't wear it long enough".  I'm an in between, I think.  I have some "rules".  
       1.  Foundation garments can not be worn more than once, even if you only wore them for an hour (that includes socks, but not bras).  Ewww. 
       2.  You can not judge if your clothes smell.  Ask someone else.  If you're ashamed to ask, then you have your answer.  Don't do it.  Err on the side of caution, here.
      3.   Febreeze does not equal clean.  That's like hiding the smell under perfume.  Makes you stink even worse.

->  Fred Phelps says all Catholics are idol worshipers headed straight for hell.  How many people do you think that statement converted to Catholicism?  Made me up my donation to the church.  I rarely criticize people's religious beliefs, but I don't want to spend eternity with any God who thinks Fred's version is right.

-> My new rating for people:  Are you cool enough to be on Sesame Street?  Either as a regular or guest.  Would you make it on the Street?

->  I have come across the naked mole rat a lot recently.  It used to just be on "Kim Possible", but now they're everywhere.  The Cleveland Natural History Museum had a colony of them on display when we went to visit the other day.  The Cleveland Zoo sent me a message offering to let me "adopt" one.  What the hell?  When did nekked mole rats become popular?

->  I asked LG what he wanted the theme for his birthday party to be.  I was expecting Lightning McQueen or Handy Manny (I feared the possibility of Elmo).  He tells me "Flying Fairies".  As in Abby Cadabbie and the Flying Fairy School.  (Go ahead and google it, I'll wait).  Uhm, pink fluffy monster, anyone?  I told PB.  His response?  "Whatever makes him happy.  It's his birthday."  Nice.  Abby is my favorite character right now, too.  I will be waiting until right before the party to purchase supplies, though.  3 year olds can be fickle.

CONTEST ALERT:

Yup, finally here.  The long awaited contest.  The rules are very simple.  Answer the questions below.  Some have right answers (but you don't have to give the right one), and some are just to make me happy.  (What?  It's my contest.)  You can only enter once.  You must answer all 4 questions, extra points for creativity.  You can't be related to me.  That's it.  Answer in the comments section.  PB will choose a winner on the 31st.  It's up to him how he chooses.  

The Questions:

1)  Who is MB's all time favorite Sesame Street character?
2)  What is LG's favorite color?

3)  If you were in prison, what would the crime be?

4) Dark and swarthy or blond and beautiful?  (which is really like asking who's cuter, LG or little o.  What, you're not their Mom.  You can have a favorite.)

That's it.  You supply the answers, I supply the goodies.  Send your friends.  Even if they hate my blog, they'll love the goodies, I promise.

Ok, go see Keely.  She'll give you the warm, loving reception you deserve.   

Monday, January 10, 2011

Microfiction Monday

Whew- that was a long 3 weeks.  Sorry for my absence.  Anyhoodle, we're back and it's Monday.  And if Susan, from Stony River, hasn't given me up for dead, I'm going to try my 140.

She knew she shouldn't judge, but all Andie could think was, "Whew, the LARPers are getting a little out of hand, now aren't they?"

If you want to know more about LARPing, go here.  Because, really, who am I to judge?  He, he, he.

"I'd rather be..."  Monday:

I'd rather be at work than doing ANYTHING in the boys bathroom.  I'm done.  Really, don't care anymore.  No, that bathroom isn't done, but my interest is.  All that remains is to caulk the tub and put the toilet and sink back in, but seriously?  I could care less right now.  Thank goodness that PB is a far more "follow through" type than me, or the boys would be using the downstairs bathroom until they left the house.

What?  You're still here?  I'm done.  Go somewhere else.  Namely, here.  Visit Susan.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

I'm still alive

I will post nice things next week, I promise.  But this week I have a sick husband, a half finished bathroom project, a pile of stuff on my desk that is threatening to crush me to death and Christmas decor to take down.  ("I've got my country's 500th anniversary to plan, my wedding to arrange, my wife to murder and Guilder to frame for it; I'm swamped.")

Here, have a picture to get you through til Monday: