So, I had the best Christmas EVER!
Smiling is still my favorite.
Grandma Kissel gave me her little German barometer with the girl and the boy in the doorway that when it's wet outside the man comes out and when it's dry the girl comes out. If the barometer is even, they both stand in the doorway! It's one of my earliest memories. I totally remember it. I have it in a special place of honor on my window ledge right now.
Dad & Shelly gave me a gift card to Target. I spent it all on myself!
Grandma and Aunt Nancy gave me some spending money, so I think I might spend it on myself.
Gram & Gramps gave me a tension lamp that used to be up in my great-grandma's apartment. I'm sure it's an antique. It's gold, and orange, and very campy. I love it!
I also got her ceramic frogs. They used to sit on her dresser. Grandpa would ask us, "How can you tell which one is the girl and which one is the boy?" and we'd say we didn't know and then he'd say, "Turn them over!"
One has boobies and one has a penis! They are so funny. What's funnier is that my aunt made them for my gram! I love them, they have their own place of honor on my stair ledge.
OH! I got a stainless and red crock pot. I made dinner in it before I left for work.
Throw in a couple of chicken breasts, still frozen with a jar of spaghetti sauce. When you get home, shread it and throw it back in the pot on warm.
Make noodles and serve. It was so yummy! Thanks, Mom & Dad!
My sister and brother-in-law gave me a framed picture of me and the kids from her wedding over the summer. I love it.
The kids gave me laughter, fun, and goofiness. I loved that more than anything else I got.
Well, what are you doing for New Year's Eve?
Mr. & Mrs.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Christmas Movies
So as the days of November lead into the beginning of December the Fox Family Channel has the 25 days of Christmas. They play all of the old and sometimes new Christmas TV shows and movies.
I have been going through the rotation of Christmas movies. Sometimes with the kids and sometimes without.
I have gotten to White Christmas, It's a Wonderful Life, Santa Clause 1, 2, & 3, A Christmas Carol, Santa Claus is Coming to Town, and Ruldolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.
They just make me happy. They remind me of being a kid during Christmas Vacation on Deming Place.
What's your favorite and why?
I have been going through the rotation of Christmas movies. Sometimes with the kids and sometimes without.
I have gotten to White Christmas, It's a Wonderful Life, Santa Clause 1, 2, & 3, A Christmas Carol, Santa Claus is Coming to Town, and Ruldolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.
They just make me happy. They remind me of being a kid during Christmas Vacation on Deming Place.
What's your favorite and why?
Monday, December 10, 2007
Christmas Cookies
What are your favorite Christmas cookies?
I know that growing up when we would travel for the three days of Christmas, we would always have plenty of cookies to bring along!
There would be Swedish Spritz cookies with sprinkles (remember when gram would use the silver balls?).
There were Melting Moments, Aunt Toot's Rum Balls, Sesame Cookies, Seven Layer Cookies, Peanut Butter Balls, Almond Crescents, and probably some that I am forgetting.
Gram would make her fruit cake and it would sit upstairs on the ledge waiting for it's daily dose of rum to be poured over it.
We'd find our cookie cutters and beg mom to make sugar cookie dough so we could dump huge amounts of green and red sugar and sprinkles over each and every one of them so that you couldn't even tell what shape they were.
I have some of those recipes today and I think I might make some of them.
Cheers to holiday memories and Christmas cookies!
I know that growing up when we would travel for the three days of Christmas, we would always have plenty of cookies to bring along!
There would be Swedish Spritz cookies with sprinkles (remember when gram would use the silver balls?).
There were Melting Moments, Aunt Toot's Rum Balls, Sesame Cookies, Seven Layer Cookies, Peanut Butter Balls, Almond Crescents, and probably some that I am forgetting.
Gram would make her fruit cake and it would sit upstairs on the ledge waiting for it's daily dose of rum to be poured over it.
We'd find our cookie cutters and beg mom to make sugar cookie dough so we could dump huge amounts of green and red sugar and sprinkles over each and every one of them so that you couldn't even tell what shape they were.
I have some of those recipes today and I think I might make some of them.
Cheers to holiday memories and Christmas cookies!
Saturday, December 01, 2007
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Caetie showed me how to play with symbols.
You never stop learning something new every day.
'Cuz knowledge is power!
Hooyah.
Caetie showed me how to play with symbols.
You never stop learning something new every day.
'Cuz knowledge is power!
Hooyah.
Friday, November 16, 2007
5959 N. Newburg
What does it mean to me?
That is one of the hardest questions I have ever asked myself.
It means so many things.
It's Gram & Gramps' house.
It's where my mom grew up.
It's every holiday, every party, every up and down of our lives rolled into a building. Yet, it's not just a building. It has a soul.
Grandma has lived there since she was 17 and dating her "beau" who became Grandpa.
Grandpa helped Grandpa O-Dad BUILD the second floor, how many people can say that?
Great Grandma Mom lived upstairs--days of sleepovers in her bed with the AM radio playing "Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer", "Bumblebee Tuna", "watching" her program (As the World Turns), baseball games, doll heads, many a Miss America pagent, learning how to play solitaire.
Remember the light switch box that grandpa invented for her because she couldn't turn the lamp switch?
Jen, do you remember sleeping on the pull out on the porch upstairs, just because we could? Hiding in the attic rooms. Going through the button drawers over and over and over again because they were Grandma Mom's and they were so pretty and it was amazing that they were there.
The "office" in the den in the upstairs, pretending to be Katrina Dobis, Secretary.
The doll trunks.
The tension lamps. The stained glass windows on the side of the house next to the ginormous hanging mirror. How does that thing stay there?
The gold tea set.
The mirror upstairs with Grandma Mom's little animals on it that we would regift to her wrapped in tissue. And how she'd oo and ah over it as if she'd never seen it before.
Washing the blinds with gram and remembering to straighten out the macrame pulls. Remember that year that Gram paid me to hang out of the windows and wash the outsides?
The cellar room with the cans of water from WWII.
The flood, the player piano, the pool table, the hours and hours spent watching Gramps make something in his workshop.
Swirlies.
The lathe.
Macrame plant hangers. The lamp in the den. Sleeping in the den. Wondering why there was a heater in the doorway between the den and gram & gramp's room?
Grandma's flocked wall paper.
The games and the puzzles. Remember the Land of the Lost puzzle? It's a circle. We'd put it together at least once a visit, usually on a Sunday after church.
Remember the slide shows? Where is that stuff, does it still work? That would be a fun way to spend a cold day.
DAV meetings and getting to play upstairs while the adults had their meeting and sneaking downstairs to eat sugar cubes.
Lipstick candy that magically came out of our ears.
Gram's "dirty" frogs.
The Christmas tree and Santa in his balloon. The Thanksgiving centerpiece that's probably 40 years old if a day. The piano and many a carol sung around it.
My name on a tile in the bathroom.
Remember the old floors with the light brown and dark brown squares? Playing the "only step on the dark square" game. How sad we were when gramps put in a new floor to surprise gram and we couldn't play that game anymore because they were white.
Grandma tapping her spoon on the edges of her "Club" pots and pans so many times they are etched.
Remember when the phone number was "NE1-5021"? The phone table in the hall.
Being tall enough, finally, to reach the light chain in the hallway.
Kugali, Pigs in a Blanket, Spaetzle, Grandma Mom's homemade bread, strawberry banana jello mold, cranberry relish, red cabbage...all of the love made into food to feed us at holidays, in times of joy, sorrow, and every occasion in between.
Graduating from the adult table.
The stories. Hawk Lady. Shaggy cows. The banana and the rollerskates. Grandpa messing with grandma all of the time.
Owassippe trips planned at the table. Crystal Lake trips planned there in January because we had to send in our application for a site.
Did you know that where the basement stairs are by the back door there used to be an "ice box"? There is a secret staircase in the hall closet that leads to the trap door upstairs because it used to be "just" an attic.
Painting the basement stairs "with" gramps. Trying not to get too much paint where it didn't belong.
The little door for the mail in the front. The doorbell chimes. The grandfather clock. The cuckoo clock and getting to pull the chains on a rare occasion.
Fighting with Jen over who gets to put out the celebration candles with the snuffer. No blowing! Hiding under the dining room table on the support beam making it into a hide-out. Eavesdropping on adult conversations.
Dance performances from the front hall, complete with music and scarves.
The hundreds of Easter, Graduation, Birthday, and family portraits taken on the front stairs.
The hydrangeas out front.
The lily of the valley on the side of the house.
The silver fence.
The park.
The neighbors.
Realizing that you have the same hands as grandma, and that your mom does, too. Realizing that you sit the same way as grandma, curl your toes the same way, and love watching grandpa fall asleep in his recliner with his blanket on him.
Watching spanish soap operas with gramps, just because.
The love. The fights. The running away from and running back to 5959 N. Newburg.
I know how I feel about it being someone else's house.
I hate it.
I wish it could stay in our family forever. I don't understand why it has to be sold. I hate it more every day because I think of a new and more poignant memory and it breaks my heart to know that I can never run "home" there anymore.
I hope that we get one last Christmas in the house before it's sold. So we can hear "To my Darling from Me" and drink spiked eggnog and grate fresh nutmeg over it. So we can gather one last time as a family and toast our lives in the house.
I love that house. It has a piece of all of us, that is how it lives.
Oh, I am sure that it will live on, it just won't be ours and that's what makes me so emotional and a little bit lost.
That is one of the hardest questions I have ever asked myself.
It means so many things.
It's Gram & Gramps' house.
It's where my mom grew up.
It's every holiday, every party, every up and down of our lives rolled into a building. Yet, it's not just a building. It has a soul.
Grandma has lived there since she was 17 and dating her "beau" who became Grandpa.
Grandpa helped Grandpa O-Dad BUILD the second floor, how many people can say that?
Great Grandma Mom lived upstairs--days of sleepovers in her bed with the AM radio playing "Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer", "Bumblebee Tuna", "watching" her program (As the World Turns), baseball games, doll heads, many a Miss America pagent, learning how to play solitaire.
Remember the light switch box that grandpa invented for her because she couldn't turn the lamp switch?
Jen, do you remember sleeping on the pull out on the porch upstairs, just because we could? Hiding in the attic rooms. Going through the button drawers over and over and over again because they were Grandma Mom's and they were so pretty and it was amazing that they were there.
The "office" in the den in the upstairs, pretending to be Katrina Dobis, Secretary.
The doll trunks.
The tension lamps. The stained glass windows on the side of the house next to the ginormous hanging mirror. How does that thing stay there?
The gold tea set.
The mirror upstairs with Grandma Mom's little animals on it that we would regift to her wrapped in tissue. And how she'd oo and ah over it as if she'd never seen it before.
Washing the blinds with gram and remembering to straighten out the macrame pulls. Remember that year that Gram paid me to hang out of the windows and wash the outsides?
The cellar room with the cans of water from WWII.
The flood, the player piano, the pool table, the hours and hours spent watching Gramps make something in his workshop.
Swirlies.
The lathe.
Macrame plant hangers. The lamp in the den. Sleeping in the den. Wondering why there was a heater in the doorway between the den and gram & gramp's room?
Grandma's flocked wall paper.
The games and the puzzles. Remember the Land of the Lost puzzle? It's a circle. We'd put it together at least once a visit, usually on a Sunday after church.
Remember the slide shows? Where is that stuff, does it still work? That would be a fun way to spend a cold day.
DAV meetings and getting to play upstairs while the adults had their meeting and sneaking downstairs to eat sugar cubes.
Lipstick candy that magically came out of our ears.
Gram's "dirty" frogs.
The Christmas tree and Santa in his balloon. The Thanksgiving centerpiece that's probably 40 years old if a day. The piano and many a carol sung around it.
My name on a tile in the bathroom.
Remember the old floors with the light brown and dark brown squares? Playing the "only step on the dark square" game. How sad we were when gramps put in a new floor to surprise gram and we couldn't play that game anymore because they were white.
Grandma tapping her spoon on the edges of her "Club" pots and pans so many times they are etched.
Remember when the phone number was "NE1-5021"? The phone table in the hall.
Being tall enough, finally, to reach the light chain in the hallway.
Kugali, Pigs in a Blanket, Spaetzle, Grandma Mom's homemade bread, strawberry banana jello mold, cranberry relish, red cabbage...all of the love made into food to feed us at holidays, in times of joy, sorrow, and every occasion in between.
Graduating from the adult table.
The stories. Hawk Lady. Shaggy cows. The banana and the rollerskates. Grandpa messing with grandma all of the time.
Owassippe trips planned at the table. Crystal Lake trips planned there in January because we had to send in our application for a site.
Did you know that where the basement stairs are by the back door there used to be an "ice box"? There is a secret staircase in the hall closet that leads to the trap door upstairs because it used to be "just" an attic.
Painting the basement stairs "with" gramps. Trying not to get too much paint where it didn't belong.
The little door for the mail in the front. The doorbell chimes. The grandfather clock. The cuckoo clock and getting to pull the chains on a rare occasion.
Fighting with Jen over who gets to put out the celebration candles with the snuffer. No blowing! Hiding under the dining room table on the support beam making it into a hide-out. Eavesdropping on adult conversations.
Dance performances from the front hall, complete with music and scarves.
The hundreds of Easter, Graduation, Birthday, and family portraits taken on the front stairs.
The hydrangeas out front.
The lily of the valley on the side of the house.
The silver fence.
The park.
The neighbors.
Realizing that you have the same hands as grandma, and that your mom does, too. Realizing that you sit the same way as grandma, curl your toes the same way, and love watching grandpa fall asleep in his recliner with his blanket on him.
Watching spanish soap operas with gramps, just because.
The love. The fights. The running away from and running back to 5959 N. Newburg.
I know how I feel about it being someone else's house.
I hate it.
I wish it could stay in our family forever. I don't understand why it has to be sold. I hate it more every day because I think of a new and more poignant memory and it breaks my heart to know that I can never run "home" there anymore.
I hope that we get one last Christmas in the house before it's sold. So we can hear "To my Darling from Me" and drink spiked eggnog and grate fresh nutmeg over it. So we can gather one last time as a family and toast our lives in the house.
I love that house. It has a piece of all of us, that is how it lives.
Oh, I am sure that it will live on, it just won't be ours and that's what makes me so emotional and a little bit lost.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
More of the lodge...
Coolest nightlight ever!
My bedroom
The living room
I'm fire safety girl and it's all up to date! 
Kitchen 
Look, I got dishtowels!
I didn't go to bed with dishes in the sink!
See, Stacy!
My bedroom
The living room
I'm fire safety girl and it's all up to date! 
Kitchen 
Look, I got dishtowels!
I didn't go to bed with dishes in the sink!
See, Stacy!
Monday, October 01, 2007
Sneak Peek of the TBA Lodge
These are the stairs coming up into the apartment. 
Here's the dining room. Can you see that door? It leads to my very own FIRE ESCAPE! I like to call it the "deck".
Here's the living room.
Here's the living room.
I'm so glad that J didn't forget to get pictures of the bathroom! See my pretty toilet paper?
Well, I'll take some more as it comes together!
Friday, September 28, 2007
Family Camp
While I was sitting on the floor of my new apartment I realized what it reminds me of.
Family camp at Owassippe Boy Scout Camp.
It reminds me so much of it, I think it smells the same.
I love it. I promise to have pictures soon.
It's empty, I can't wait to make it mine.
Family camp at Owassippe Boy Scout Camp.
It reminds me so much of it, I think it smells the same.
I love it. I promise to have pictures soon.
It's empty, I can't wait to make it mine.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
The "to be determined" Lodge
As of 12:01AM on Saturday morning, I will be living in my own very apartment.
It has it's own kitchen.
It has it's own bathroom.
It has it's own bedrooms.
It has stairs.
It's pretty and mine!
I have keys!
I also want to take this opportunity to thank my Rathunde family & friends for supporting and providing me with a place to sleep and shower and do laundry for the past four months.
I find it overwhelming that you were willing to provide me hearth and home for so long and for that I will be forever grateful.
Thank you!
It has it's own kitchen.
It has it's own bathroom.
It has it's own bedrooms.
It has stairs.
It's pretty and mine!
I have keys!
I also want to take this opportunity to thank my Rathunde family & friends for supporting and providing me with a place to sleep and shower and do laundry for the past four months.
I find it overwhelming that you were willing to provide me hearth and home for so long and for that I will be forever grateful.
Thank you!
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Stamps
This 20-something girl in the post office was trying to get the sticker back off of her stamp and had been struggling for about five minutes.
I walked out and she said to me, "Can you help me peel the back off of this stamp?"
I took the stamp and glanced at the back of it in the glare of the lights and said to her, "You have to lick this one."
She said, "Lick a stamp?"
It just made me realize that there is a whole generation of people that have never licked a stamp. Then I giggled all the way out to the car.
"Lick a stamp?"
I walked out and she said to me, "Can you help me peel the back off of this stamp?"
I took the stamp and glanced at the back of it in the glare of the lights and said to her, "You have to lick this one."
She said, "Lick a stamp?"
It just made me realize that there is a whole generation of people that have never licked a stamp. Then I giggled all the way out to the car.
"Lick a stamp?"
Monday, September 24, 2007
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
September 5, 2007
It's Cinco de Margot!
Party 'til the cows come home!
(She loves cows and she'll never be able to sleep unless they are home, so why not party 'til then?)
Party 'til the cows come home!
(She loves cows and she'll never be able to sleep unless they are home, so why not party 'til then?)
Monday, August 27, 2007
Friday, August 24, 2007
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Building an ark...
So, another day of rain. Big surprise, huh?
Here's the aforementioned "walking path" in our town, notice the lack of path.
Monday, August 13, 2007
Weekend
I had the busiest weekend ever.
I wasn't going to show up at FNK, but I couldn't help myself. Glad I did, I would have missed out on skinny dipping and giggling in the pool.
On Saturday I went to my sister's wedding luau. It was great fun. It was a hot day, but a relaxing one. There was happiness and joy. There was a beautiful ceremony under the big tree.
My favorite moment was when the wedding official was saying the vows for Jim and he glanced at Jen when she was looking down trying to keep herself composed.
The look in his eyes, it's the look that poems are made from and songs are sung about.
They had a pig roast and it was awesome to see the pig brought up and then dressed. It doesn't look all that pretty without the dressing...bleh.
He was yummy, though. Caetie refused to look at it and did not try any, after all she IS a pigitarian.
J had great fun running around and playing in the tire swings. They had a giant tent set up in case of rain and the round tables inside. Caetie and Mike "loitered" in a variety of different places. The three of them finally got to hang out with Aunt Sheri. Apparently I am a horrible sister and mom for not making sure they knew who Aunt Sheri was. That won't happen again because now they know who she is and that she lives near Turkey Run. There is a bonus to going camping now, spending time with Aunt Sher!
Jen and Jim's cake was a round stack of white boxes with boy and girl coconut monkey figures on the top. The boxes were filled with the most amazing brownies EVER. It was the most original wedding cake I had ever seen and perfect for a HOT day in August. I can't imagine an actual cake would have made it with the humidity.
Jim started the mother of all bonfires in the evening when it got dark.
The open bar served wonderful Mai Tais. They were so good. There were coolers filled with water and soda and all assortment of drink. Kegs of beer ran freely, they had so many that John was able to take them with him to Ozzfest on Sunday!
Speaking of Ozzfest on Sunday...oh, and I had an all day appointment at Children's today for J. So tired.
I'm too tired. I will type more later.
Oh, and I have wedding pictures, too! I will make sure to post them up so you can see how much fun we had at the wedding. I also have more small town WI pictures for Stacy. I got a really good one of the movie theatre and Kilwin's at dawn. You'll love them.
TTFN!
I wasn't going to show up at FNK, but I couldn't help myself. Glad I did, I would have missed out on skinny dipping and giggling in the pool.
On Saturday I went to my sister's wedding luau. It was great fun. It was a hot day, but a relaxing one. There was happiness and joy. There was a beautiful ceremony under the big tree.
My favorite moment was when the wedding official was saying the vows for Jim and he glanced at Jen when she was looking down trying to keep herself composed.
The look in his eyes, it's the look that poems are made from and songs are sung about.
They had a pig roast and it was awesome to see the pig brought up and then dressed. It doesn't look all that pretty without the dressing...bleh.
He was yummy, though. Caetie refused to look at it and did not try any, after all she IS a pigitarian.
J had great fun running around and playing in the tire swings. They had a giant tent set up in case of rain and the round tables inside. Caetie and Mike "loitered" in a variety of different places. The three of them finally got to hang out with Aunt Sheri. Apparently I am a horrible sister and mom for not making sure they knew who Aunt Sheri was. That won't happen again because now they know who she is and that she lives near Turkey Run. There is a bonus to going camping now, spending time with Aunt Sher!
Jen and Jim's cake was a round stack of white boxes with boy and girl coconut monkey figures on the top. The boxes were filled with the most amazing brownies EVER. It was the most original wedding cake I had ever seen and perfect for a HOT day in August. I can't imagine an actual cake would have made it with the humidity.
Jim started the mother of all bonfires in the evening when it got dark.
The open bar served wonderful Mai Tais. They were so good. There were coolers filled with water and soda and all assortment of drink. Kegs of beer ran freely, they had so many that John was able to take them with him to Ozzfest on Sunday!
Speaking of Ozzfest on Sunday...oh, and I had an all day appointment at Children's today for J. So tired.
I'm too tired. I will type more later.
Oh, and I have wedding pictures, too! I will make sure to post them up so you can see how much fun we had at the wedding. I also have more small town WI pictures for Stacy. I got a really good one of the movie theatre and Kilwin's at dawn. You'll love them.
TTFN!
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Monday, August 06, 2007
Quoted
"The quickest way to ruin a relationship with someone is to actually try to have a relationship with them."
A friend has this quote on their blog. At first it made me sad for them and for me. I WANT relationships and I think that includes both friendships and intimate relationships. It also, in my opinion includes familial relationships and the relationship of self.
I want the joys and sorrows and all the in-betweens that go with relationships.
At first I read that quote and figured that something had happened and they were done or tired and didn't want to deal with the drama of relationships. They didn't want all the crap that comes with dealing with relationships. Maybe they were just tired.
Now, all of this could have been answered by asking my friend what the quote meant. I am sure that you are all asking yourselves why didn't I just say, "Hey, what's up with the quote?"
I was going to and then I realized that I had more insight into MYSELF without asking them, for the moment.
I realized that without knowing their thoughts it allowed me to reflect on how it made me feel.
It made me happy and sad for all of the relationships that come and go. We have all had them. Childhood friendships, the relationships of grammar school, high school, college, young adulthood, young parent relationships, they all come and go and ebb and flow in and out of our lives. The family relationships that change and morph and shift as you age, you experience, you grow. The first emotional relationship, sexual relationship, business relationships, community relationships we have all had. How they add to your life and change and shape who you are and who you will become.
Then I realized that the quote doesn't have to be sad, defeated. The quote is actually joyous and full. It says, "The quickest way to ruin a relationship with someone is to actually try to have a relationship with them."
Don't try. In the honorable words of Yoda, "Try? There is no try. Do or do not, there is no try."
That is not to say that relationships don't take work. Just as work you enjoy doing is not difficult to do, so is a relationship. It takes work, but because you enjoy it it is not difficult or hard to do.
That is what I realized about me from the quote.
I want relationships that seem effortless because I enjoy them so much it is not hard to maintain them.
I want relationships that are good for me and when they start to feel like I have to "try" to have them, that is when I should realize that they aren't working, they aren't good for me, or--shock and gasp--maybe I am not good for them.
I hope my friend will tell me what they thought when they put that quote up. I'd like to know.
And they should know that our relationship is easy, fun, and joyous. It's a lot like the Sisterhood of the Traveling Cake Pants meets Cornfield Confessionals meets What About Bob? and I love every moment of it, good, bad, and ugly and can't wait to see what happens next!
A friend has this quote on their blog. At first it made me sad for them and for me. I WANT relationships and I think that includes both friendships and intimate relationships. It also, in my opinion includes familial relationships and the relationship of self.
I want the joys and sorrows and all the in-betweens that go with relationships.
At first I read that quote and figured that something had happened and they were done or tired and didn't want to deal with the drama of relationships. They didn't want all the crap that comes with dealing with relationships. Maybe they were just tired.
Now, all of this could have been answered by asking my friend what the quote meant. I am sure that you are all asking yourselves why didn't I just say, "Hey, what's up with the quote?"
I was going to and then I realized that I had more insight into MYSELF without asking them, for the moment.
I realized that without knowing their thoughts it allowed me to reflect on how it made me feel.
It made me happy and sad for all of the relationships that come and go. We have all had them. Childhood friendships, the relationships of grammar school, high school, college, young adulthood, young parent relationships, they all come and go and ebb and flow in and out of our lives. The family relationships that change and morph and shift as you age, you experience, you grow. The first emotional relationship, sexual relationship, business relationships, community relationships we have all had. How they add to your life and change and shape who you are and who you will become.
Then I realized that the quote doesn't have to be sad, defeated. The quote is actually joyous and full. It says, "The quickest way to ruin a relationship with someone is to actually try to have a relationship with them."
Don't try. In the honorable words of Yoda, "Try? There is no try. Do or do not, there is no try."
That is not to say that relationships don't take work. Just as work you enjoy doing is not difficult to do, so is a relationship. It takes work, but because you enjoy it it is not difficult or hard to do.
That is what I realized about me from the quote.
I want relationships that seem effortless because I enjoy them so much it is not hard to maintain them.
I want relationships that are good for me and when they start to feel like I have to "try" to have them, that is when I should realize that they aren't working, they aren't good for me, or--shock and gasp--maybe I am not good for them.
I hope my friend will tell me what they thought when they put that quote up. I'd like to know.
And they should know that our relationship is easy, fun, and joyous. It's a lot like the Sisterhood of the Traveling Cake Pants meets Cornfield Confessionals meets What About Bob? and I love every moment of it, good, bad, and ugly and can't wait to see what happens next!
Sunday, August 05, 2007
Friday, August 03, 2007
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Bittersweet...
I finished the book.
I can't believe I finished the book.
Now I am a little sad that I will have no more adventures with my friends.
I am happy and sad about the end.
I am satisfied and still hungry.
I am lost and found.
Well done, J.K. Rowling, well done.
I can't believe I finished the book.
Now I am a little sad that I will have no more adventures with my friends.
I am happy and sad about the end.
I am satisfied and still hungry.
I am lost and found.
Well done, J.K. Rowling, well done.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Road trips...
You know going into a road trip that things could happen. You know this and still you get into your 3,000 pound rolling death machine and head out on your happy way.
So, how does four states in six hours sound? Fun? Yep!
I was taking Megan and Shawn back for a rendezvous with their parents when we thought, hey, Kentucky Kingdom is right there in the middle let's meet and have a mini-vaca. (The relaxing one, not the baby cow...)
So, tooling along on our own merry way. We really didn't have a time schedule, but we did want to make it to Kentucky Kingdom before they closed.
We were running late, as usual, and yet I don't think you can quantify time on a mini-vaca, though, so we were tooling.
We are an hour away from our destination and WHAM something flies out the back of the car, it's long and black and now the car is not moving.
I cross over three lanes of traffic quickly and manage to get to the shoulder, barely.
Mike says, "80 miles an hour doesn't seem like it's that fast until you are standing 6 inches from it." Well put.
Can't get the car started. Thankfully we have J's cell phone. I text Jon and Lisa and Jim to let them know what is going on. I was never added to the AAA account and unless Jim is with me and the car, it cannot be utilized.
Called 911, because I was so close to traffic I didn't want to be the one that was arrested for the accident that was bound to occur.
The lady that answered says, "You aren't from around here are you?" Now, what gave it away, my charm? My personality? My striking wit?
She gets all of her information and sends a trooper out.
He looks at the car and says it was probably a belt and calls me a tow truck. My first thought was, will they take a debit card and how expensive is a tow?
Well, the tow was $45 and that was well worth it for the four kids sitting in the cab sharing three seat belts and making jokes about the T-Bird that was tailgating us.
We get to Sears (Sears ROCKS!) and he looks under the hood and says, "It's not your belt."
Tow truck driver says, "Pop the trunk."
Pop the trunk? What the hell is he going to do, see if I can sell the bags I have in there? Get a nice ice cold drink out of our cooler?
Nope, apparently most Ford vehicles are equipped with an "emergency fuel shut-off valve" that if you hit a curb hard or run something over it shuts off the gas to avoid an explosion.
Now, of course the car starts and all is good. Tow truck man is asking me if I ran over something. We look at my back tire and realize that it's missing a 10 inch by 3-4 inch strip of tread. It had stripped off and was flinging alongside the car. Finally it gave way, which is what we saw fly out of the back of my car.
Now, I don't believe in coincidences. The chain of events happened the way they were supposed to.
It is a good thing that the trooper was dumb and didn't really know what he was talking about because Mr. Tow Truck would have hit that switch and sent me on my merry way with four kids in the car at 80 miles an hour on steel-belting. That would have been a recipe for disaster if not fatalities. Sears would have been miles behind us and who knows if the next trooper would have been as kind or if we even would have been able to call anyone. The weirdest part of the entire experience was that the tire stayed intact.
So, as we left Sears I turned right into three lanes of traffic coming at me and after a quick three point turn, we were on our way.
As we turned the corner, we came upon the most beautiful copper faerie. She was about 20 feet tall with pink clematis creating her skirts.
So, the road to Sears led me to the Flower Faerie. No coincidences, ever.
We made it to Kentucky and the hotel and spent our precious little time visiting and trying not to be upset about leaving each other once again.
I am going to miss the little buggers.
Drove home from Kentucky through Indiana and Illinois and stopped there to visit my grandma and aunt. Grandma was so glad to see us and wished we could stay longer. We promised to come and visit again really soon. Finally made it to Wisconsin and home.
On my way home from dropping the kids off, I got pulled over.
It was just a "courtesy" because my front plate is not affixed to the front of my car, it's on my dashboard. Funny how the police and I have different meanings for "courtesy".
He went on to explain how if I drive on any interstate or highway that I would be pulled over because of the "violation".
Funnier still? Four states times two and I get stopped three blocks from home.
Road trip, anyone?
So, how does four states in six hours sound? Fun? Yep!
I was taking Megan and Shawn back for a rendezvous with their parents when we thought, hey, Kentucky Kingdom is right there in the middle let's meet and have a mini-vaca. (The relaxing one, not the baby cow...)
So, tooling along on our own merry way. We really didn't have a time schedule, but we did want to make it to Kentucky Kingdom before they closed.
We were running late, as usual, and yet I don't think you can quantify time on a mini-vaca, though, so we were tooling.
We are an hour away from our destination and WHAM something flies out the back of the car, it's long and black and now the car is not moving.
I cross over three lanes of traffic quickly and manage to get to the shoulder, barely.
Mike says, "80 miles an hour doesn't seem like it's that fast until you are standing 6 inches from it." Well put.
Can't get the car started. Thankfully we have J's cell phone. I text Jon and Lisa and Jim to let them know what is going on. I was never added to the AAA account and unless Jim is with me and the car, it cannot be utilized.
Called 911, because I was so close to traffic I didn't want to be the one that was arrested for the accident that was bound to occur.
The lady that answered says, "You aren't from around here are you?" Now, what gave it away, my charm? My personality? My striking wit?
She gets all of her information and sends a trooper out.
He looks at the car and says it was probably a belt and calls me a tow truck. My first thought was, will they take a debit card and how expensive is a tow?
Well, the tow was $45 and that was well worth it for the four kids sitting in the cab sharing three seat belts and making jokes about the T-Bird that was tailgating us.
We get to Sears (Sears ROCKS!) and he looks under the hood and says, "It's not your belt."
Tow truck driver says, "Pop the trunk."
Pop the trunk? What the hell is he going to do, see if I can sell the bags I have in there? Get a nice ice cold drink out of our cooler?
Nope, apparently most Ford vehicles are equipped with an "emergency fuel shut-off valve" that if you hit a curb hard or run something over it shuts off the gas to avoid an explosion.
Now, of course the car starts and all is good. Tow truck man is asking me if I ran over something. We look at my back tire and realize that it's missing a 10 inch by 3-4 inch strip of tread. It had stripped off and was flinging alongside the car. Finally it gave way, which is what we saw fly out of the back of my car.
Now, I don't believe in coincidences. The chain of events happened the way they were supposed to.
It is a good thing that the trooper was dumb and didn't really know what he was talking about because Mr. Tow Truck would have hit that switch and sent me on my merry way with four kids in the car at 80 miles an hour on steel-belting. That would have been a recipe for disaster if not fatalities. Sears would have been miles behind us and who knows if the next trooper would have been as kind or if we even would have been able to call anyone. The weirdest part of the entire experience was that the tire stayed intact.
So, as we left Sears I turned right into three lanes of traffic coming at me and after a quick three point turn, we were on our way.
As we turned the corner, we came upon the most beautiful copper faerie. She was about 20 feet tall with pink clematis creating her skirts.
So, the road to Sears led me to the Flower Faerie. No coincidences, ever.
We made it to Kentucky and the hotel and spent our precious little time visiting and trying not to be upset about leaving each other once again.
I am going to miss the little buggers.
Drove home from Kentucky through Indiana and Illinois and stopped there to visit my grandma and aunt. Grandma was so glad to see us and wished we could stay longer. We promised to come and visit again really soon. Finally made it to Wisconsin and home.
On my way home from dropping the kids off, I got pulled over.
It was just a "courtesy" because my front plate is not affixed to the front of my car, it's on my dashboard. Funny how the police and I have different meanings for "courtesy".
He went on to explain how if I drive on any interstate or highway that I would be pulled over because of the "violation".
Funnier still? Four states times two and I get stopped three blocks from home.
Road trip, anyone?
Monday, July 16, 2007
There is always another choice
You don't have to buy from anyone.
You don't have to work at any particular job.
You don't have to participate in any given relationship.
You can choose.
You alone steer the course you choose in the direction of where you want to be today, tomorrow, or in any distant time to come.
You hold the tiller.
You can decide to alter the course of your life at any time.
No one can ever take that away from you.
You can decide what you want and go after it.
It's always your next move.
2007 by Max Steingart
You don't have to work at any particular job.
You don't have to participate in any given relationship.
You can choose.
You alone steer the course you choose in the direction of where you want to be today, tomorrow, or in any distant time to come.
You hold the tiller.
You can decide to alter the course of your life at any time.
No one can ever take that away from you.
You can decide what you want and go after it.
It's always your next move.
2007 by Max Steingart
Friday, July 13, 2007
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Sophia
One of the first days at work a guy came in and his phone rang.
He looked at the caller id and smiled and took a deep breath and said to the caller,
"Sophia, where do I have to come and pick you up so you'll come out on the boat with me?"
That was almost a week ago and I just woke up with that thought.
I want that joy.
I want that feeling.
I want more friends that want to spend time with me that much and be that happy to hear my voice.
Someone who thinks spending the day doing something fun is great and yet the thought of spending the day doing that same something with me would be even more so.
I wonder if she was as happy and excited to hear those words as they made me.
I wonder if she let him pick her up and they spent the day on the boat.
I hope she did.
He looked at the caller id and smiled and took a deep breath and said to the caller,
"Sophia, where do I have to come and pick you up so you'll come out on the boat with me?"
That was almost a week ago and I just woke up with that thought.
I want that joy.
I want that feeling.
I want more friends that want to spend time with me that much and be that happy to hear my voice.
Someone who thinks spending the day doing something fun is great and yet the thought of spending the day doing that same something with me would be even more so.
I wonder if she was as happy and excited to hear those words as they made me.
I wonder if she let him pick her up and they spent the day on the boat.
I hope she did.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
You're pretty.
So last week I had to take J to the doctor, yet again. He has had chronic bloody noses since he was three or four. Ask Kelly, he'd bleed on her floor every time he would go over there!
Okay, so we are sitting in the doctor's office and I knew we'd have to wait a little while because we were "squeezed in" onto the doctor's schedule.
After we had been there for over an hour J was getting antsy. I peeked outside and asked if it would be much longer, we had been there over an hour. The nurse explained that there was an emergency in the office, a young patient had passed out, and the doctor would be with us soon. Well, I totally understood that! I just wish out of the 12 people working in the office that day, that someone would have come in and explained that there was an emergency and it would be a little wait.
Meanwhile J and I are amusing ourselves and he is laying on his belly with his head near my head and I was getting points on his little handheld game. He looks up at me and says out of the blue, "You're pretty." and then goes back to playing.
As long as I live, I don't think I'll ever hear sweeter words.
When I am having a bad day, I will pull this memory out. When I am ready to string him up, I will look at his little mad face and hear him say those words again.
You're pretty.
When my hair frizzes out...
When my "fat" pants are too tight...
When I oversleep...
When I burn the bacon...
When I try to be productive and life gets in the way...
When someone hurts me...
When I hurt someone else...
When I am disappointed, disillusioned, disenfranchised...
When I hurt...
When I ache...
I'll have those words.
You're pretty.
Side note: J's nose is fine. We got him in to see an ENT the next day and he cauterized the left side of his nose. He had one small bloody nose last night and it stopped almost before it started. I am sure that this week the right side of his nose will get jealous of all the attention paid to the left and it will start bleeding. Hopefully will have this under control before we spend the summer with Kelly. You know how she feels about J bleeding on her floor!
Okay, so we are sitting in the doctor's office and I knew we'd have to wait a little while because we were "squeezed in" onto the doctor's schedule.
After we had been there for over an hour J was getting antsy. I peeked outside and asked if it would be much longer, we had been there over an hour. The nurse explained that there was an emergency in the office, a young patient had passed out, and the doctor would be with us soon. Well, I totally understood that! I just wish out of the 12 people working in the office that day, that someone would have come in and explained that there was an emergency and it would be a little wait.
Meanwhile J and I are amusing ourselves and he is laying on his belly with his head near my head and I was getting points on his little handheld game. He looks up at me and says out of the blue, "You're pretty." and then goes back to playing.
As long as I live, I don't think I'll ever hear sweeter words.
When I am having a bad day, I will pull this memory out. When I am ready to string him up, I will look at his little mad face and hear him say those words again.
You're pretty.
When my hair frizzes out...
When my "fat" pants are too tight...
When I oversleep...
When I burn the bacon...
When I try to be productive and life gets in the way...
When someone hurts me...
When I hurt someone else...
When I am disappointed, disillusioned, disenfranchised...
When I hurt...
When I ache...
I'll have those words.
You're pretty.
Side note: J's nose is fine. We got him in to see an ENT the next day and he cauterized the left side of his nose. He had one small bloody nose last night and it stopped almost before it started. I am sure that this week the right side of his nose will get jealous of all the attention paid to the left and it will start bleeding. Hopefully will have this under control before we spend the summer with Kelly. You know how she feels about J bleeding on her floor!
Friday, April 27, 2007
My Blog
The purpose of my blog is to be a place where I can come and share the quirks, quips, and quotes of my daily life. That is what it is now and that is what it was when I started blogging.
It's a place where I thought my friends and family could come and "hang out" if you will and be entertained by my quirks, quips, and quotes.
I thought it was also a place for me to be silly and entertaining and to be entertained by my friends and loved ones.
I love the blogments and the karaoke updates. I love that even if I haven't been to visit my blog that my friends have seen fit to visit with each other in blogments and that my mom visits and prints out my stories for friends and co-workers and that Nemo prints out the karaoke updates for the friends that don't have computers.
I love knowing that we are all connected through my blog. I love reading them days, weeks, and months later. They are a sense of pride and joy to me.
I have been told that I have a way of bringing out the humor in a situation that isn't necessarily funny.
This is my forum. This is my therapy. This is my way of taking the big bad wolf out for a joy ride.
This is my way of staying connected with each and everyone of you so that if I don't have time for individual notes or emails or phone calls that you know why and you can share in my joys and my sorrows, my ups and downs.
My hope is that maybe you get a giggle out of how I phrased something, or something touches you because you can see it through my eyes and it evokes.
Please know that I care and this is why I blog. I send pictures of what is going on in my world so that you can see and enjoy and know that I wish you were here with me or that I was there with you.
There is a line from a TV show, "You should see what I see..." and that fits. I want you to be able to smell the flowers in my world. I need to be connected to the part of me that isn't me; my friends, my family, the strangers that like how I put words together on my computer screen.
A wise woman once told me that I only need to defend myself if I am in a court of law. I think of that often, because there are times when I am called upon to defend my actions to a loved one, a friend, or even a stranger when I am not in a court of law. I am not being compelled to defend by any sense of justice or law. Often I want an opportunity to say, that isn't what I mean, or tell them what I am thinking or what my motivation is so they know my thoughts, feelings, or emotions behind an action.
Often, this leads to debate, arguments, bickering, and other negative actions. I am not proud of my behavior in these instances. I will be 36 in four weeks and I still have a hard time not letting a defense turn into a offense. As another wise person once told me, "Just because someone throws offense, doesn't mean you need to take offense."
I do not usually blog about this kind of daily hoohah. There are many instances of it because I have many personalities and identities. I am a mother, friend, sister, daughter, partner, and co-parent, and that's on a slow day. I try to blog as positive therapy, to get the taste of the moment right. Sometimes it helps and sometimes it doesn't help.
I would hope that all of my family and friends know that if you have something to say to me, that I would appreciate you saying it to me either by phone, email, or in person. If you have a negative issue with me, I would hate to see my blogment area used to voice your displeasure with me and my behavior. If you have an issue you would like to discuss with me, please do so privately.
It humiliates and embarrasses to me to read negative things I believe should be discussed in private in my blogments. I am going to follow the wise woman's advice. I don't need to defend myself. I did nothing that I am ashamed of. I did nothing that broke a law. I did nothing that violated a trust. I did not in any way put myself in a position to be thought of any less than what I am.
I am and continue to be what I have been all along: Kimmy of the quirkie, quippie, quotie life. Kimmy: mother, friend, sister, daughter, partner, co-parent, zitch friend, ow!time pimp!, girl, woman, lover, productive, cook, chef, professional pancreas, taxi service, doctor, lawyer, indian chief, police, judge, jury, blogger.
It's a place where I thought my friends and family could come and "hang out" if you will and be entertained by my quirks, quips, and quotes.
I thought it was also a place for me to be silly and entertaining and to be entertained by my friends and loved ones.
I love the blogments and the karaoke updates. I love that even if I haven't been to visit my blog that my friends have seen fit to visit with each other in blogments and that my mom visits and prints out my stories for friends and co-workers and that Nemo prints out the karaoke updates for the friends that don't have computers.
I love knowing that we are all connected through my blog. I love reading them days, weeks, and months later. They are a sense of pride and joy to me.
I have been told that I have a way of bringing out the humor in a situation that isn't necessarily funny.
This is my forum. This is my therapy. This is my way of taking the big bad wolf out for a joy ride.
This is my way of staying connected with each and everyone of you so that if I don't have time for individual notes or emails or phone calls that you know why and you can share in my joys and my sorrows, my ups and downs.
My hope is that maybe you get a giggle out of how I phrased something, or something touches you because you can see it through my eyes and it evokes.
Please know that I care and this is why I blog. I send pictures of what is going on in my world so that you can see and enjoy and know that I wish you were here with me or that I was there with you.
There is a line from a TV show, "You should see what I see..." and that fits. I want you to be able to smell the flowers in my world. I need to be connected to the part of me that isn't me; my friends, my family, the strangers that like how I put words together on my computer screen.
A wise woman once told me that I only need to defend myself if I am in a court of law. I think of that often, because there are times when I am called upon to defend my actions to a loved one, a friend, or even a stranger when I am not in a court of law. I am not being compelled to defend by any sense of justice or law. Often I want an opportunity to say, that isn't what I mean, or tell them what I am thinking or what my motivation is so they know my thoughts, feelings, or emotions behind an action.
Often, this leads to debate, arguments, bickering, and other negative actions. I am not proud of my behavior in these instances. I will be 36 in four weeks and I still have a hard time not letting a defense turn into a offense. As another wise person once told me, "Just because someone throws offense, doesn't mean you need to take offense."
I do not usually blog about this kind of daily hoohah. There are many instances of it because I have many personalities and identities. I am a mother, friend, sister, daughter, partner, and co-parent, and that's on a slow day. I try to blog as positive therapy, to get the taste of the moment right. Sometimes it helps and sometimes it doesn't help.
I would hope that all of my family and friends know that if you have something to say to me, that I would appreciate you saying it to me either by phone, email, or in person. If you have a negative issue with me, I would hate to see my blogment area used to voice your displeasure with me and my behavior. If you have an issue you would like to discuss with me, please do so privately.
It humiliates and embarrasses to me to read negative things I believe should be discussed in private in my blogments. I am going to follow the wise woman's advice. I don't need to defend myself. I did nothing that I am ashamed of. I did nothing that broke a law. I did nothing that violated a trust. I did not in any way put myself in a position to be thought of any less than what I am.
I am and continue to be what I have been all along: Kimmy of the quirkie, quippie, quotie life. Kimmy: mother, friend, sister, daughter, partner, co-parent, zitch friend, ow!time pimp!, girl, woman, lover, productive, cook, chef, professional pancreas, taxi service, doctor, lawyer, indian chief, police, judge, jury, blogger.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Spring in Tennessee
It's spring in Tennessee.
The flowers and trees are awake again and are they a sight.
_________
_________
I have been travelling a lot in the last month to and from various appointments and as I was driving the other day I was enamored by the trees.
They were swaying in the warm summery breeze and undulating in such a way that it looked like they were stroking each other's hair. Almost as if they were saying to each other, I missed you so much, I am so glad that you are here. There was such emotion in the movements.
The trees are covered in little white and pink and purple blossoms and vibrant new green leaves. They look soft-focused and like they would be fuzzy and soft to touch.
__________
__________
There is a ground cover that grows here in the early spring and it's purple. There is a farm on the way home that is blanketed with it from the front porch to the road. I can't even come up with words to describe what a joy it is to drive past it and see that lavender field.
__________
__________
The fog in the mornings is so ethereal and moving. I want to get up at 6AM every day just to see it, but I am afraid that it would lose it's awe if I did.
_________
_________
I am just smitten with Tennessee in the spring.
The flowers and trees are awake again and are they a sight.
_________
_________
I have been travelling a lot in the last month to and from various appointments and as I was driving the other day I was enamored by the trees.
They were swaying in the warm summery breeze and undulating in such a way that it looked like they were stroking each other's hair. Almost as if they were saying to each other, I missed you so much, I am so glad that you are here. There was such emotion in the movements.
The trees are covered in little white and pink and purple blossoms and vibrant new green leaves. They look soft-focused and like they would be fuzzy and soft to touch.
__________
__________
There is a ground cover that grows here in the early spring and it's purple. There is a farm on the way home that is blanketed with it from the front porch to the road. I can't even come up with words to describe what a joy it is to drive past it and see that lavender field.
__________
__________
The fog in the mornings is so ethereal and moving. I want to get up at 6AM every day just to see it, but I am afraid that it would lose it's awe if I did.
_________
_________
I am just smitten with Tennessee in the spring.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
My Survey
I was spring cleaning my Yahoo drafts and noticed that I had started composing my own very survey months ago. I was so busy living that I forgot to get busy blogging!
So, here is my fun and exciting survey. I have provided my answers to it in italics, please feel free to blogment your answers, I really do want to know!
poofs or crunchy?
stale poofs, all the way baby!
kraft macaroni & cheese or velveeta shell's & cheese?
kraft, hot and a little bit runny and the second day a little cold. But I love the first two bites of steaming hot shells and cheese...
heinz ketchup or hunt's catsup?
nothing tastes like heinz
downey or snuggle?
downey, something about the name...
spring rain or summer rain?
summer rain-it's warm, you can play in it, and it smells good.
smell of spring in the air or smell of fall in the air?
This one's hard, I love them both so much. In the end, I have to go with fall on this one, though. The smell of the leaves and the warm days and cool nights with a fire, those are my favorites.
splashing in puddles or crunching through leaves?
crunching through leaves--very little clean-up! LOL
the smell of lilacs or the smell of roses?
Lilacs always remind me of Grandma Mom and I miss her.
hot dog at a baseball game or hot cocoa at a football game?
I'd say hot dog at a baseball game, if you are gonna make me go to a live sporting event, feed me in the spring/summer, don't make me sit out in the cold on hard metal benches, I don't care how much you like the team...the cocoa won't be enough...
picture or memory?
memory, it's fallible and that's okay
record or cd?
record--I used to love changing the needle...
corded phone or cordless phone?
long, long talks with my friend Mike on the yellow corded phone in the kitchen any day of the week...usually started five minutes after we left each other
eskimo kisses or butterfly kisses?
butterfly kisses
made-up bedtime story or book bedtime story?
made up--starring ME!
fake eyelashes or fake boobs?
eyelashes, give me real boobs!
cowboy hats or cowboy boots?
Boots, it's all about the shoes, baby!
big belt buckle or small belt buckle?
The big belt buckle with those worn leather boots will look great on my floor later.
snail mail or email?
Email every day, snail mail once a week.
painted toenails or painted fingernails?
Pink toenails to peek-a-boo out of my cute shoes...
long slow kisses or full body hugs?
Passionate kisses any day of the week-long, slow, yum.
White Castle's or Krystal's?
Krystal's...it's the yellow mustard
yellow mustard or brown mustard?
yellow, it must be the Chicago kid in me...
fork, spoon, or spork?
Spoon! is a battle cry, so spork...
long hair or short hair?
long, flowy, silky, tangled, sexy hair...
yesterday or tomorrow?
tomorrow, it hasn't happened yet so it's still full of promises...
Once upon a time or happily ever after?
Once upon a time for the same reason as tomorrow, it still has promise and "what if" and everything is still waiting...
And it's not happily ever after for everyone, think of the poor woodsman, it's not happily ever after for him...
Voltron or Power Rangers?
Voltron, Aphrodite Z could so kick the Pink Ranger's ass!
So, here is my fun and exciting survey. I have provided my answers to it in italics, please feel free to blogment your answers, I really do want to know!
poofs or crunchy?
stale poofs, all the way baby!
kraft macaroni & cheese or velveeta shell's & cheese?
kraft, hot and a little bit runny and the second day a little cold. But I love the first two bites of steaming hot shells and cheese...
heinz ketchup or hunt's catsup?
nothing tastes like heinz
downey or snuggle?
downey, something about the name...
spring rain or summer rain?
summer rain-it's warm, you can play in it, and it smells good.
smell of spring in the air or smell of fall in the air?
This one's hard, I love them both so much. In the end, I have to go with fall on this one, though. The smell of the leaves and the warm days and cool nights with a fire, those are my favorites.
splashing in puddles or crunching through leaves?
crunching through leaves--very little clean-up! LOL
the smell of lilacs or the smell of roses?
Lilacs always remind me of Grandma Mom and I miss her.
hot dog at a baseball game or hot cocoa at a football game?
I'd say hot dog at a baseball game, if you are gonna make me go to a live sporting event, feed me in the spring/summer, don't make me sit out in the cold on hard metal benches, I don't care how much you like the team...the cocoa won't be enough...
picture or memory?
memory, it's fallible and that's okay
record or cd?
record--I used to love changing the needle...
corded phone or cordless phone?
long, long talks with my friend Mike on the yellow corded phone in the kitchen any day of the week...usually started five minutes after we left each other
eskimo kisses or butterfly kisses?
butterfly kisses
made-up bedtime story or book bedtime story?
made up--starring ME!
fake eyelashes or fake boobs?
eyelashes, give me real boobs!
cowboy hats or cowboy boots?
Boots, it's all about the shoes, baby!
big belt buckle or small belt buckle?
The big belt buckle with those worn leather boots will look great on my floor later.
snail mail or email?
Email every day, snail mail once a week.
painted toenails or painted fingernails?
Pink toenails to peek-a-boo out of my cute shoes...
long slow kisses or full body hugs?
Passionate kisses any day of the week-long, slow, yum.
White Castle's or Krystal's?
Krystal's...it's the yellow mustard
yellow mustard or brown mustard?
yellow, it must be the Chicago kid in me...
fork, spoon, or spork?
Spoon! is a battle cry, so spork...
long hair or short hair?
long, flowy, silky, tangled, sexy hair...
yesterday or tomorrow?
tomorrow, it hasn't happened yet so it's still full of promises...
Once upon a time or happily ever after?
Once upon a time for the same reason as tomorrow, it still has promise and "what if" and everything is still waiting...
And it's not happily ever after for everyone, think of the poor woodsman, it's not happily ever after for him...
Voltron or Power Rangers?
Voltron, Aphrodite Z could so kick the Pink Ranger's ass!
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Friday, March 09, 2007
Canadian Yankees
So, last night, I am trying to catch up on a week of The View and there is BANGING going on so loud in the hallway that I thought the glass on my door would break.
I am about ready to get up and yell at the hooligans, but Mike barges into my room and says, "I need Jon to go out and intimidate this kid..." and I get up to go out there and he says, "Not my mom!"
Well, since Jon shouldn't be walking on his foot and I am going to kill the child for banging on the glass, Mike lost the battle.
I step out and say, "Don't ever knock on my door that way again."
He puffs himself up and says, "I need your tall son to come out to the street for the things that happened on the bus today, I'm going to teach him a lesson."
Inside I was thinking, seriously Mike is 5'5" and is going to beat you down. Why not go home now before the humiliation.
I said, "I don't know how you do it where you live, but we don't do it that way here." I was thinking his family, our family.
He said, "Where are you from, Canada? What are you Yankees?"
Now, I am not sure if this child thinks that Yankees come from Canada or he was just confused because he was now peeing in his pants because Jon came out after me and got in his face and made him get off of our property.
Three of his friends had to pull him off of the porch. They only pulled him to the street where his older sister was waiting in the car for him.
Then Jim arrived. He looks into the car and says, "I'll remember you." At which time I had to head back to the house because it was just so funny, I couldn't stand it. Jim glaring at this kid that is peeing all over the car. All Jim needed to do was V his fingers and go from his eyes to the kids eyes...then it would have made me pee myself!
J and I broke out into a rousing rendition of, "I will remember you...will you remember me..."
Then I called the cops to put a complaint in, I wasn't sure if the kid was humiliated enough to slash tires or break windows, but I didn't want to take the chance. The officer got a call from his chief and he showed up to talk with us, too. They knew who the kids were, "the usual suspects".
Seriously, if your kids were the cops' "usual suspects" wouldn't you look into what the hell it was that you were doing wrong?
The best part of this whole story? We sat on the front porch with the officer and the chief, because it's 70 degrees. It's sunny and springy and flowers are blooming.
Oh, and I will remember you.
I am about ready to get up and yell at the hooligans, but Mike barges into my room and says, "I need Jon to go out and intimidate this kid..." and I get up to go out there and he says, "Not my mom!"
Well, since Jon shouldn't be walking on his foot and I am going to kill the child for banging on the glass, Mike lost the battle.
I step out and say, "Don't ever knock on my door that way again."
He puffs himself up and says, "I need your tall son to come out to the street for the things that happened on the bus today, I'm going to teach him a lesson."
Inside I was thinking, seriously Mike is 5'5" and is going to beat you down. Why not go home now before the humiliation.
I said, "I don't know how you do it where you live, but we don't do it that way here." I was thinking his family, our family.
He said, "Where are you from, Canada? What are you Yankees?"
Now, I am not sure if this child thinks that Yankees come from Canada or he was just confused because he was now peeing in his pants because Jon came out after me and got in his face and made him get off of our property.
Three of his friends had to pull him off of the porch. They only pulled him to the street where his older sister was waiting in the car for him.
Then Jim arrived. He looks into the car and says, "I'll remember you." At which time I had to head back to the house because it was just so funny, I couldn't stand it. Jim glaring at this kid that is peeing all over the car. All Jim needed to do was V his fingers and go from his eyes to the kids eyes...then it would have made me pee myself!
J and I broke out into a rousing rendition of, "I will remember you...will you remember me..."
Then I called the cops to put a complaint in, I wasn't sure if the kid was humiliated enough to slash tires or break windows, but I didn't want to take the chance. The officer got a call from his chief and he showed up to talk with us, too. They knew who the kids were, "the usual suspects".
Seriously, if your kids were the cops' "usual suspects" wouldn't you look into what the hell it was that you were doing wrong?
The best part of this whole story? We sat on the front porch with the officer and the chief, because it's 70 degrees. It's sunny and springy and flowers are blooming.
Oh, and I will remember you.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Favorite Quotes of February 2007
This is an ever changing post because I will be updating the original as new favorite quotes come in over the month.
"I can't wait until I'm twelve, because I feel like I have been angry for half of my life and when I am twelve it will be less than half of my life." James
"Love you to the moon and back." Margot
"and around the sun and back again." Kelly
"kimmi i can't speak for everyone but every fri im there i miss you wish you were here" Nemo
"You sang that song perfectly. What I love about you is that you know who you are and aren't afraid to go out there and show us." Simon Cowell, on my quest to become American Idol one more time.
"This is great. Thanks for cooking us dinner, Kim." Shawn
"I figured out where Lancelot goes in the morning and why he wants to get out so bad. He visits with Jack." Caetie, upon seeing Lancelot race out of the house and to the side of the house to sit at Jack's memorial.
"Well, next to my hat." Mike, upon being asked, "Is World of Warcraft one of the best Christmas gifts you have ever gotten?"
"and i love you." Margot
"the sisterhood of the traveling cake pants" Margot
"I am going to attempt to connect you to someone I know can help you." The automated phone system at Penn Foster School
"He does? Cool." Shawn, upon finding out that one of the bully's in the neighborhood thinks Shawn is a ninth grader.
"Worth. Just because you're necessary doesn't mean you're important." from ThinkGeek's Despair, Inc. 2007 Calendar
"...skyrockets in flight..." Margot, true story...
"...I'm glad you moved to WI and became our neighbors..." Kelly
"I have more important things to do than to be driving kids to school." Jon, after I had forgotten that I needed to get up with the kids and he had to drive them there before he got ready for work.
"OW! Time pimp!" Margot
"Watertown is just like Lake Geneva, only Lake Geneva is bigger and has a lake." J
"...come on, it's hot wax on your coochie, hello..." Kim
"...so if I am more active, I should slim down..." Lisa
"...but it never doesnt make me smile..." Kelly
"...you are a piece of crap on the bottom of my ugliest shoes, I love you and goodnight..." Kimmy
"Remember, when you walk into a multiplex you choose the film you want to see. You can do the same thing with your life." Rosie on The View
"Thank you for loving me." Kelly
"Nemo misses you and wants to know where the hell everyone is this weekend..." anonymous
"Here's the plan.....I hang the mic from the ceiling "Lets get reaaaaaaady to RUMBLE" style and get a ringside bell for the show, "Ding Ding - Let's SING" ..... Also instead of first set, second set, etc I could get big cards that say "Round One", etc....
I'm heading to the strip club to find a "Ring Girl" - Thanks for the inspiration, Kimmy!" Dale, after reading the story about the soccer players that fought over karaoke
"well...I love you more than Kelly likes having boobies!" Margot in response to our "More than..." game where I said, "I love you more than Kelly's boobies!"
"I think your good deeds by far outweigh the fact that you're a dirty liar fink head face." Margot
"You are not only responsible for what you say, but for what you don't say." Dad K's email signature
"Are you going to thank Chuck Norris?" Caetie, when I explained that when I accepted her fifth Oscar because she was on location filming her next picture that I was going to be cryptic and thank with inside jokes...
"...no, the worst is when you are trying to poop and you have to throw up but the garbage can is across the room..." J, in response to Margot's "That's the worst" comment
"I can't wait until I'm twelve, because I feel like I have been angry for half of my life and when I am twelve it will be less than half of my life." James
"Love you to the moon and back." Margot
"and around the sun and back again." Kelly
"kimmi i can't speak for everyone but every fri im there i miss you wish you were here" Nemo
"You sang that song perfectly. What I love about you is that you know who you are and aren't afraid to go out there and show us." Simon Cowell, on my quest to become American Idol one more time.
"This is great. Thanks for cooking us dinner, Kim." Shawn
"I figured out where Lancelot goes in the morning and why he wants to get out so bad. He visits with Jack." Caetie, upon seeing Lancelot race out of the house and to the side of the house to sit at Jack's memorial.
"Well, next to my hat." Mike, upon being asked, "Is World of Warcraft one of the best Christmas gifts you have ever gotten?"
"and i love you." Margot
"the sisterhood of the traveling cake pants" Margot
"I am going to attempt to connect you to someone I know can help you." The automated phone system at Penn Foster School
"He does? Cool." Shawn, upon finding out that one of the bully's in the neighborhood thinks Shawn is a ninth grader.
"Worth. Just because you're necessary doesn't mean you're important." from ThinkGeek's Despair, Inc. 2007 Calendar
"...skyrockets in flight..." Margot, true story...
"...I'm glad you moved to WI and became our neighbors..." Kelly
"I have more important things to do than to be driving kids to school." Jon, after I had forgotten that I needed to get up with the kids and he had to drive them there before he got ready for work.
"OW! Time pimp!" Margot
"Watertown is just like Lake Geneva, only Lake Geneva is bigger and has a lake." J
"...come on, it's hot wax on your coochie, hello..." Kim
"...so if I am more active, I should slim down..." Lisa
"...but it never doesnt make me smile..." Kelly
"...you are a piece of crap on the bottom of my ugliest shoes, I love you and goodnight..." Kimmy
"Remember, when you walk into a multiplex you choose the film you want to see. You can do the same thing with your life." Rosie on The View
"Thank you for loving me." Kelly
"Nemo misses you and wants to know where the hell everyone is this weekend..." anonymous
"Here's the plan.....I hang the mic from the ceiling "Lets get reaaaaaaady to RUMBLE" style and get a ringside bell for the show, "Ding Ding - Let's SING" ..... Also instead of first set, second set, etc I could get big cards that say "Round One", etc....
I'm heading to the strip club to find a "Ring Girl" - Thanks for the inspiration, Kimmy!" Dale, after reading the story about the soccer players that fought over karaoke
"well...I love you more than Kelly likes having boobies!" Margot in response to our "More than..." game where I said, "I love you more than Kelly's boobies!"
"I think your good deeds by far outweigh the fact that you're a dirty liar fink head face." Margot
"You are not only responsible for what you say, but for what you don't say." Dad K's email signature
"Are you going to thank Chuck Norris?" Caetie, when I explained that when I accepted her fifth Oscar because she was on location filming her next picture that I was going to be cryptic and thank with inside jokes...
"...no, the worst is when you are trying to poop and you have to throw up but the garbage can is across the room..." J, in response to Margot's "That's the worst" comment
Monday, January 29, 2007
Random Chuck Norris fact...
Just because random facts about Chuck Norris make me smile and shake my head a little...
Chuck Norris sold his soul to the devil for his rugged good looks and unparalleled martial arts ability. Shortly after the transaction was finalized, Chuck roundhouse-kicked the devil in the face and took his soul back. The devil, who appreciates irony, couldn't stay mad and admitted he should have seen it coming. They now play poker every second Wednesday of the month.
Chuck Norris sold his soul to the devil for his rugged good looks and unparalleled martial arts ability. Shortly after the transaction was finalized, Chuck roundhouse-kicked the devil in the face and took his soul back. The devil, who appreciates irony, couldn't stay mad and admitted he should have seen it coming. They now play poker every second Wednesday of the month.
Friday, January 26, 2007
I like...revisited
I did a post in June of 2005 called "I like..." and I realized that it's an ever shifting list.
Here's what I like today-Friday, January 26, 2007:
o Hamburgers with everything, the messier the better
o Da Bears
o Brew City Music karaoke on Friday at the Village Tap in Lyons, WI
o Friends
o Phone calls on Thursday
o Alice
o Kelly’s porcupine balls
o The smell of home, no matter where it is
o Auntie Margot’s hot chocolate, it’s liquid foreplay
o Singing
o Kids
o My kids
o Nemo
o Nemo’s butt
o Being silly
o Being happy
o Passion
o Typing
o Poofy Cheetos that are a little stale and kind of squishy
o Cereal marshmallows
o Kid humor
o Aliens
o Pluto
o Garnets
o Old jewelry that has a story, ie: “This is my great-grandmothers brooch; her beau gave it to her in 1916...”
o Kristofer
o Sheila
o Pina coladas
o Taking walks in the rain
o Linen
o Bill the security guard from American Idol’s NY show
o The commercial line, “Well, maybe you should get uglier friends…”
o The View
o Staying up late getting school work done
o Certified Medical Transcriptionists
o Candy—the woman, not the treat, although Candy is both…
o Barb, the bartender at Village Tap in Lyons, WI
o Crazy
o ABBA’s new hit, Dairy Queen
o Burt’s Bee’s honey lip balm
o Sanity
o Sonic strawberry and banana smoothies
o Medium
o Do that to me one more time
o Trying to beat Drew’s high score on Somebody told me
o Heartfelt apologies face to face
o Crying over a good book
o Reading out loud to J
o The City of Ember by Jeanne DuPrau
o Nora Roberts
o Nemo’s butt
o Warm towels fresh from the dryer
o Days that smell like spring
o Wild onions growing in my lawn in January
o Tennessee snow
o Mental health professionals
o Good coffee
o Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
o Nemo's butt
o Krystal burgers
o Misheard lyrics
o Misspoken words
o Writing with a newly sharpened wood pencil
o Playing with wooden blocks
o Tequila Rose
o Aflaaaaaac!
o Digital karaoke systems
o Mr. Brownstone
o Singing at home with family
o Kevin’s wallet porn
o Surprising the kids
o Straight A students
o Auntie Margot hats
o Kodak Easy Touch digital cameras
o Broken Wings
o Being far away, but feeling close by
o Quaint apartments
o Livin’ la vida loca
o Rambling houses
o Vacation property
o Disneyworld
o Kelly & Kevin in Hawaii
o Warm jammies
o Good books
o Silly TV shows
o Anything with the Cops theme-song
o Honkytonk Badonkadonk
o SingStar Rocks! Karaoke game for PS2
o Blogmenting
o Friends that call at midnight for long-distance toasts
o Cops
o Movies “based on a true story”
o Kids singing
o Nemo's butt
o Coming up with solutions
o Walking to the post office
o Visiting with Antique Jim
o Secrets
o When someone asks, “What can I do to help?”
o The Tennessee phrase, “I might could help…”
o Singing Love Shack with Aubri
o Video games
o Kelly’s pretty teeth
o Surprise’s-both giving and receiving
o Foot rubs
o Pedicures
o TMI
o Getting tipsy
o The moment Harry realizes that he's in love with Ginny
o Palpable excitement
o Pink toenails
o Rough hands
o Hard work
o Bon bons
o Tuesday
o Orbit sweet mint gum
o Frost on the ground in the morning
o Sleeping in
o Getting up early
o Soft fuzzy sweaters
o Auntie Margot scarves that are soft and fuzzy and quirky-just like me!
o Buffalo wings
o BBQing in January
o The Superbowl
o Traditions
o Untraditional
o Happenstance
o Coincidence
o Bias
o Blue thread
o Bad boys
o Mentadent
o Inside jokes
o True story
o Aunt Margot's Wackymole
o Kimmy's chili
o Homemade chicken noodle soup
o Deli's
o Lava lamps
o Snail mail
o Blogging
o Karma
o Authenticity in people
o Drama
o Gossip
o Babies
o Snuggling
o Slippers
o Slip-resistant shoes
o Buffy
o "I am/fat man..."
o The word, mittleschmerz
o Tattoos
o Guys that smell like the outdoors-woodsy, smokey, fresh, piney...
o When a guy tries to smell your hair without you knowing
o Tatas
o Love
Here's what I like today-Friday, January 26, 2007:
o Hamburgers with everything, the messier the better
o Da Bears
o Brew City Music karaoke on Friday at the Village Tap in Lyons, WI
o Friends
o Phone calls on Thursday
o Alice
o Kelly’s porcupine balls
o The smell of home, no matter where it is
o Auntie Margot’s hot chocolate, it’s liquid foreplay
o Singing
o Kids
o My kids
o Nemo
o Nemo’s butt
o Being silly
o Being happy
o Passion
o Typing
o Poofy Cheetos that are a little stale and kind of squishy
o Cereal marshmallows
o Kid humor
o Aliens
o Pluto
o Garnets
o Old jewelry that has a story, ie: “This is my great-grandmothers brooch; her beau gave it to her in 1916...”
o Kristofer
o Sheila
o Pina coladas
o Taking walks in the rain
o Linen
o Bill the security guard from American Idol’s NY show
o The commercial line, “Well, maybe you should get uglier friends…”
o The View
o Staying up late getting school work done
o Certified Medical Transcriptionists
o Candy—the woman, not the treat, although Candy is both…
o Barb, the bartender at Village Tap in Lyons, WI
o Crazy
o ABBA’s new hit, Dairy Queen
o Burt’s Bee’s honey lip balm
o Sanity
o Sonic strawberry and banana smoothies
o Medium
o Do that to me one more time
o Trying to beat Drew’s high score on Somebody told me
o Heartfelt apologies face to face
o Crying over a good book
o Reading out loud to J
o The City of Ember by Jeanne DuPrau
o Nora Roberts
o Nemo’s butt
o Warm towels fresh from the dryer
o Days that smell like spring
o Wild onions growing in my lawn in January
o Tennessee snow
o Mental health professionals
o Good coffee
o Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
o Nemo's butt
o Krystal burgers
o Misheard lyrics
o Misspoken words
o Writing with a newly sharpened wood pencil
o Playing with wooden blocks
o Tequila Rose
o Aflaaaaaac!
o Digital karaoke systems
o Mr. Brownstone
o Singing at home with family
o Kevin’s wallet porn
o Surprising the kids
o Straight A students
o Auntie Margot hats
o Kodak Easy Touch digital cameras
o Broken Wings
o Being far away, but feeling close by
o Quaint apartments
o Livin’ la vida loca
o Rambling houses
o Vacation property
o Disneyworld
o Kelly & Kevin in Hawaii
o Warm jammies
o Good books
o Silly TV shows
o Anything with the Cops theme-song
o Honkytonk Badonkadonk
o SingStar Rocks! Karaoke game for PS2
o Blogmenting
o Friends that call at midnight for long-distance toasts
o Cops
o Movies “based on a true story”
o Kids singing
o Nemo's butt
o Coming up with solutions
o Walking to the post office
o Visiting with Antique Jim
o Secrets
o When someone asks, “What can I do to help?”
o The Tennessee phrase, “I might could help…”
o Singing Love Shack with Aubri
o Video games
o Kelly’s pretty teeth
o Surprise’s-both giving and receiving
o Foot rubs
o Pedicures
o TMI
o Getting tipsy
o The moment Harry realizes that he's in love with Ginny
o Palpable excitement
o Pink toenails
o Rough hands
o Hard work
o Bon bons
o Tuesday
o Orbit sweet mint gum
o Frost on the ground in the morning
o Sleeping in
o Getting up early
o Soft fuzzy sweaters
o Auntie Margot scarves that are soft and fuzzy and quirky-just like me!
o Buffalo wings
o BBQing in January
o The Superbowl
o Traditions
o Untraditional
o Happenstance
o Coincidence
o Bias
o Blue thread
o Bad boys
o Mentadent
o Inside jokes
o True story
o Aunt Margot's Wackymole
o Kimmy's chili
o Homemade chicken noodle soup
o Deli's
o Lava lamps
o Snail mail
o Blogging
o Karma
o Authenticity in people
o Drama
o Gossip
o Babies
o Snuggling
o Slippers
o Slip-resistant shoes
o Buffy
o "I am/fat man..."
o The word, mittleschmerz
o Tattoos
o Guys that smell like the outdoors-woodsy, smokey, fresh, piney...
o When a guy tries to smell your hair without you knowing
o Tatas
o Love
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Things learned in WI over winter break...
I love you more than you like six!
Say no to crack! "No to crack"...
Kelly is a good cooker and a unicorn. And she was both the killer and the killee in Black Christmas. She dies good.
Kevin is the best fixer ever. He fixes everything.
I had to edit this post and add this in as it was brought to my attention: Do we like cans? Yes, if they are Nemo's can...
I loved having everyone over on New Year's Eve and playing Apple Stapples, it was great fun.
Margot loved that Mike ran and got a pot and a wooden spoon to make noise at midnight.
I really hope that Caetie becomes a Brian Surgeowicz when she grows up. It will be spelled "Brain Surgeon".
All of Kristofer's aunts are his favorite, but Auntie Margot is his most favorite and that's okay, because she's my favorite aunt, too.
I call crossbow!
Lisa's true career, as determined by a long involved conversation with Margot and Mike, is the Ultimate Fighting Midwife (UFM) complete with mask and knee high lace up wrestling boots. Hey, they are comfy.
Aubri's banana butt beats Kevin's feet. I wonder if UFM would win against both...
I am sarcastic and come across as rude, but people love me anyway.
Did YOU poop on the finish line?
Nemo still has a great butt.
Jeremy also has a great butt, albeit not as great as Nemo's.
Brew City Music puts on a great karaoke show and I miss them terribly! I love you Dale and Candy, and I hope that Kelly remembers to give you your gift, because I am a blonde...yeah yeah yeah
Lisa kicks ass on Add It Up! Remember, it's all about the timing...
Nemo makes this great drink called the Cocoa Kelly, you have to stop into the Village Tap in Lyons, WI off of Rte 36 and have him make you one. Then make sure you have him turn around so you can see the real reason I sent you in. (Not that the drink isn't yummy and has whipped cream on it...it's just not Nemo's butt...ooo Nemo's butt with whipped cream on it...sorry, tangent...)
My sister and my dad think that I sing great! (My mom, too, but she has always thought so...)
Kelly cannot win at SingStar Rocks! because she rewrote all of the songs better than the original artists and sings them her way and we all like that she's so humble and quiet and such a wallflower...
Aubri and I rock on Love Shack, you should hear us. It's a lot higher than you think.
Love Shack, baby Love Shack...
We got lovely things from all of our family and loved ones. We had wonderful meals with all of them. (Thank you for yummy porcupine balls, I know how long the harvest took and how delicate the removal was...)
We were hosted by the most patient family in all of WI, I am sure that they are glad to have their home to themselves. Thank you all!
We miss WI, but we missed home, too. We thought we'd get some snow to take back with us and we did, only it's in a can from my mom because it was in the 40's the entire time we were up north.
I don't like pomeranians, but Spike is the cutest doggie ever. He's so good and I know that he's probably glad that his house is emptier! I will miss our late night walks.
Aunt Margot wanted to go home at 7PM on Saturday night, but she stayed in WI until almost 1AM to make Mike the final hat of Christmas. It's a good thing, because I think his brain has started growing through the weave. He won't take it off. It's really sweet. When I told him to take it off, he said, "No, Auntie Margot made it fer me..." and how can I argue with that?
Margot is actually having an affair with Sheila and Sheila is still jealous of how much Margot loves us and there is just no need. There is always room for one more crazy person in our lives. Come and join us Sheila, we welcome you. Any friend of Margot's is a friend of ours, even if you live in a trailer park. We don't judge. Well, not much. Maybe we can get you into a double-wide soon? I know that Margot's knitting stuff takes up so much space.
And lastly, why would you sing Rizzo's song when you are auditioning for Sandy???
Tin Roof Rusted.
Say no to crack! "No to crack"...
Kelly is a good cooker and a unicorn. And she was both the killer and the killee in Black Christmas. She dies good.
Kevin is the best fixer ever. He fixes everything.
I had to edit this post and add this in as it was brought to my attention: Do we like cans? Yes, if they are Nemo's can...
I loved having everyone over on New Year's Eve and playing Apple Stapples, it was great fun.
Margot loved that Mike ran and got a pot and a wooden spoon to make noise at midnight.
I really hope that Caetie becomes a Brian Surgeowicz when she grows up. It will be spelled "Brain Surgeon".
All of Kristofer's aunts are his favorite, but Auntie Margot is his most favorite and that's okay, because she's my favorite aunt, too.
I call crossbow!
Lisa's true career, as determined by a long involved conversation with Margot and Mike, is the Ultimate Fighting Midwife (UFM) complete with mask and knee high lace up wrestling boots. Hey, they are comfy.
Aubri's banana butt beats Kevin's feet. I wonder if UFM would win against both...
I am sarcastic and come across as rude, but people love me anyway.
Did YOU poop on the finish line?
Nemo still has a great butt.
Jeremy also has a great butt, albeit not as great as Nemo's.
Brew City Music puts on a great karaoke show and I miss them terribly! I love you Dale and Candy, and I hope that Kelly remembers to give you your gift, because I am a blonde...yeah yeah yeah
Lisa kicks ass on Add It Up! Remember, it's all about the timing...
Nemo makes this great drink called the Cocoa Kelly, you have to stop into the Village Tap in Lyons, WI off of Rte 36 and have him make you one. Then make sure you have him turn around so you can see the real reason I sent you in. (Not that the drink isn't yummy and has whipped cream on it...it's just not Nemo's butt...ooo Nemo's butt with whipped cream on it...sorry, tangent...)
My sister and my dad think that I sing great! (My mom, too, but she has always thought so...)
Kelly cannot win at SingStar Rocks! because she rewrote all of the songs better than the original artists and sings them her way and we all like that she's so humble and quiet and such a wallflower...
Aubri and I rock on Love Shack, you should hear us. It's a lot higher than you think.
Love Shack, baby Love Shack...
We got lovely things from all of our family and loved ones. We had wonderful meals with all of them. (Thank you for yummy porcupine balls, I know how long the harvest took and how delicate the removal was...)
We were hosted by the most patient family in all of WI, I am sure that they are glad to have their home to themselves. Thank you all!
We miss WI, but we missed home, too. We thought we'd get some snow to take back with us and we did, only it's in a can from my mom because it was in the 40's the entire time we were up north.
I don't like pomeranians, but Spike is the cutest doggie ever. He's so good and I know that he's probably glad that his house is emptier! I will miss our late night walks.
Aunt Margot wanted to go home at 7PM on Saturday night, but she stayed in WI until almost 1AM to make Mike the final hat of Christmas. It's a good thing, because I think his brain has started growing through the weave. He won't take it off. It's really sweet. When I told him to take it off, he said, "No, Auntie Margot made it fer me..." and how can I argue with that?
Margot is actually having an affair with Sheila and Sheila is still jealous of how much Margot loves us and there is just no need. There is always room for one more crazy person in our lives. Come and join us Sheila, we welcome you. Any friend of Margot's is a friend of ours, even if you live in a trailer park. We don't judge. Well, not much. Maybe we can get you into a double-wide soon? I know that Margot's knitting stuff takes up so much space.
And lastly, why would you sing Rizzo's song when you are auditioning for Sandy???
Tin Roof Rusted.
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