Tuesday, December 16, 2008
I've been what?
Let me back up here. Over the weekend Mr. X made a comment to me that has made me really think over the last few days. I was in the kitchen and he came up behind me and said "Do all your friends know you've become domesticated?". "What ever do you mean dear?" I asked. Well, not really like that. It was more like a "Huh?". And then he said "It's Saturday morning and your baking.....Sugar cookies. From scratch". Then it dawned on me. Oh crap!! LOL This time in any years past I would have been sleeping in most likely because of a late night out the night before. If monkey got up early she would just snuggle up with me and watch cartoons from bed. Instead now I'm in bed by 9pm at the latest and up by 6am. I often make breakfast including homemade pancakes or muffins. No box stuff over here anymore. To top it off I was making sugar cookies. Something I have NEVER done before. LOL Did I mention I made the homemade icing too?? Even colored it in 2 colors for christmas. Yup, it's bad. I am completely and utterly domesticated now. I won't even go there about dinner....have you seen my recipe blog lately??? LOL
Can we ban commercials?
I know over the years there have been tons of studies done about the effects of movies and tv shows on kids and teens. About how they mimick actions they see and thats why it's recommended to monitor their tv usage and the programs they watch. There is even programming available in cable and sattelite boxes that let you restrict channels based on ratings. Now the question is...do they do the same for commercials? The recent Levi commercial is the talk of the week around here. If you haven't seen it yet check below. Frankly my jaw hit the ground the first time I saw it. If you have never seen it before the last thing your thinking is it's a blue jean commercial. Second....are they blatantly encouraging sex on the commercial?? And not only that....between 2 very young looking people??? There are so many "messages" in this thing it's not funny and they aren't good. Seriously....when do they draw the line???
Friday, December 12, 2008
Sailors Mouth
Note to self: I curse too much. How do I know?? Monkey and I are watching Chronicles of Narnia as part of the 25 days of Christmas. I'm on the computer surfing the net when I hear...and this is word for word.
Ya, we need to re-think some of the phrases we use in this house. Before long I'll have Monkey and Toots talking like a sailor. I should add I had a very hard time keeping a straight face while correcting her language. It was just her tone that had me cracking up. She was so serious!
"A horse person? What the hell is a horse person??"
Ya, we need to re-think some of the phrases we use in this house. Before long I'll have Monkey and Toots talking like a sailor. I should add I had a very hard time keeping a straight face while correcting her language. It was just her tone that had me cracking up. She was so serious!
A New Wish
These days everything is all about technology. The latest, greatest, fastest gadgets. Up till recently our house wasn't full of those things although it's slowly changing with the recent addition of the Wii. (I'm still holding out for the Wii Fit too!) While online I came across this really cool digital photo frame. I know what your thinking. There are photo frames all over the place...whats so great about them? Well this one has wi-fi capabilities. That means that when you set up the plan then anyone from your family or friends can send photo's to the frame, regardless of where they are. Why do I think that is great? There is a chance that Mr. X may stay in the military next year and if he does it's basically guaranteed that he will be deployed somewhere. What better way to send him all kinds of new photo's of the kids with out even having to log into a computer. Plus, he doesn't have to have computer access to get the photo's. It would be a win-win situation for us. The photo frame is made by CEIVA. They have a really cool web page up right now that lets you load a picture and "sit" on Santa's lap. You can check out the website HERE. They have a good deal going on where you can get $100 off the purchase of the frame. Plus they have a contest going on where you can register to win $500. You can't beat that now can you? So go check it out and be amazed as I was. Besides Santa wants to know...have you got a wish?
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Away he goes!!
You can hear me laughing and yes, I realize he was getting frustrated but he was trying so hard to get over that boppy!!
I gotta wonder though, if he's doing this at 3 months....how soon will he REALLY be on the move?
Monday, December 8, 2008
Let it Snow!
So we went back home this past weekend due to my step-mom's passing. It was an interesting trip. Very long and tiring but I'm glad I got to see my family and be with them as we celebrated her memory. On the way home though the weather got interesting. It had started to snow before we left so we decided to leave several hours earlier than planned to try and get ahead of it. So didn't happen. 12hrs into the trip and we still weren't even in Virginia. Didnt' help we were only going 25mph and sliding down the side of a mountain. I got X to agree to a room for the rest of the night and we crashed. Finally made it home 24hrs after we 1st left for home. Here is a pic of the snow the next morning.
I definitely don't miss all that snow. And the cold!! While we were home I ran out one morning to get things for breakfast. Sporting my typical flipflops and it was 11 degrees out! My car was completely frozen over and I of course don't own an ice scraper. Needless to say...I like being back home. Ya, it's a bit chilly but at least I don't have to let my car warm up for 30 minutes before I can go somewhere.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
December 2, 2008
I didn't get a chance to post this yesterday. It was a pretty emotionally and physically draining day and by the end of the night I just wanted to crash. Needless to say it's now 3:30am and here I am blogging so go figure.
Yesterday morning started like any other morning. Got Monkey off to school and headed up to walmart for a couple things before I needed to head into work. While in Walmart my cousin called although I didn't get it right away. Darn signal. I knew something was up though when I got the voicemail and text. Something not good and it wasn't. She was calling to let me know that my stepmom had passed away that morning.
S was mom to me though, probably more of a mom to me than my own mother was. There are so many memories I have that involve her.
She married my dad when I was 3 and I was their flower girl. Even now I remember shopping for my dress which really wasn't a dress. As a kid I was very tall but even more skinny so finding clothes was a huge pain. I ended up wearing what was actually a silk nightgown with these flowers on it. It had this pretty robe that went over it and tied with a thin ribbon. In the pictures it really does look like a dress, only we knew differently.
I remember when I asked shortly after the wedding if it was ok to call her mom instead of by her name. How she hugged me and she she would love that.
I remember when she started teaching me how to type when I was in third grade. Telling me knowing how to type quickly would open doors for me later on in life. I remember thinking it was crazy being able to type 100+ wpm and now knowing how right she was.
I remember my first lesson in cooking. Peach cobbler. How she just handed me the recipe and sat back and watched as I dumped every ingredient into the bowl. Only to find out after it was in the oven that not everything was supposed to go in at one time. Then I watched as she still tasted it even though I had screwed the whole thing up.
I remember how she could step out on the back porch, hollering our names into the neighborhood when it was time to eat or come in for the night. Her voice carried so well and it was better than any phone.
I remember how she swore her hearing was so good she could hear all three of us breathing upstairs and knew when one of us woke up before our feet even hit the floor.
I remember when my dad left. How she took all of us across the alley to grandma's to break the news. And how she let me stay with her even though I wasn't her natural child. She kept me as though I were. I remember how she cried with me at his leaving.
I remember the holidays, birthdays, weekend BBQ's with friends. Everything with her involved. The late night chats or being able to sit for hours when we would visit home, talking about our lives and remembering things from the past.
I can still hear her voice as she told me she was proud of me and what I had become. That I had made mistakes but we all do. All we can do is learn from them.
In recent years those chats were fewer with more space between. I lived 750 miles away and had my own responsibilities with my family and work. The days just blurred by and as so many relationships do it eventually was left to holidays and special occasions. Sometimes those nothing more than quick chats as time was always limited.
I hope she knew though that she was always with me. Every meal I made I thought of her and the lessons she had taught me. Every holiday holds a memory that involves her. Every major milestone in my life she touched somehow. When I think of the lessons I want to pass on to my kids I think of the things she taught me.
I will forever miss you mom and I hope that you knew how much you meant to me. I wish that I could tell you now but I know that your suffering is over and your in a much better place. From now on, you'll be my angel and I hope that you will watch over Monkey and Toots. I hope that I continue to make you proud and that the things you have taught me are reflected in them and their upbringing. One day when they are older and ask who taught me these things I will tell them about you. And although there will be sadness that you are no longer with us, there will also be happiness for the memories that we do have. You are gone from the earth, but you will never be forgotten.
Yesterday morning started like any other morning. Got Monkey off to school and headed up to walmart for a couple things before I needed to head into work. While in Walmart my cousin called although I didn't get it right away. Darn signal. I knew something was up though when I got the voicemail and text. Something not good and it wasn't. She was calling to let me know that my stepmom had passed away that morning.
S was mom to me though, probably more of a mom to me than my own mother was. There are so many memories I have that involve her.
She married my dad when I was 3 and I was their flower girl. Even now I remember shopping for my dress which really wasn't a dress. As a kid I was very tall but even more skinny so finding clothes was a huge pain. I ended up wearing what was actually a silk nightgown with these flowers on it. It had this pretty robe that went over it and tied with a thin ribbon. In the pictures it really does look like a dress, only we knew differently.
I remember when I asked shortly after the wedding if it was ok to call her mom instead of by her name. How she hugged me and she she would love that.
I remember when she started teaching me how to type when I was in third grade. Telling me knowing how to type quickly would open doors for me later on in life. I remember thinking it was crazy being able to type 100+ wpm and now knowing how right she was.
I remember my first lesson in cooking. Peach cobbler. How she just handed me the recipe and sat back and watched as I dumped every ingredient into the bowl. Only to find out after it was in the oven that not everything was supposed to go in at one time. Then I watched as she still tasted it even though I had screwed the whole thing up.
I remember how she could step out on the back porch, hollering our names into the neighborhood when it was time to eat or come in for the night. Her voice carried so well and it was better than any phone.
I remember how she swore her hearing was so good she could hear all three of us breathing upstairs and knew when one of us woke up before our feet even hit the floor.
I remember when my dad left. How she took all of us across the alley to grandma's to break the news. And how she let me stay with her even though I wasn't her natural child. She kept me as though I were. I remember how she cried with me at his leaving.
I remember the holidays, birthdays, weekend BBQ's with friends. Everything with her involved. The late night chats or being able to sit for hours when we would visit home, talking about our lives and remembering things from the past.
I can still hear her voice as she told me she was proud of me and what I had become. That I had made mistakes but we all do. All we can do is learn from them.
In recent years those chats were fewer with more space between. I lived 750 miles away and had my own responsibilities with my family and work. The days just blurred by and as so many relationships do it eventually was left to holidays and special occasions. Sometimes those nothing more than quick chats as time was always limited.
I hope she knew though that she was always with me. Every meal I made I thought of her and the lessons she had taught me. Every holiday holds a memory that involves her. Every major milestone in my life she touched somehow. When I think of the lessons I want to pass on to my kids I think of the things she taught me.
I will forever miss you mom and I hope that you knew how much you meant to me. I wish that I could tell you now but I know that your suffering is over and your in a much better place. From now on, you'll be my angel and I hope that you will watch over Monkey and Toots. I hope that I continue to make you proud and that the things you have taught me are reflected in them and their upbringing. One day when they are older and ask who taught me these things I will tell them about you. And although there will be sadness that you are no longer with us, there will also be happiness for the memories that we do have. You are gone from the earth, but you will never be forgotten.
"I thought of you with love today
but that is nothing new
I thought about you yesterday
and days before that too,
I think of you in silence
I often speak your name
Now all I have are memories
and your picture in a frame
Your memory is my keepsake
with which I’ll never part
God has you in His keeping
but I have you in my heart."
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