After a hard night of partying on Friday, then a birthday party that included unsupervised access to face paint.....the child eats his Laughy Taffy (part of the party favors) as he sleeps. This same child would now like to be called Captain Strong.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Friday, June 24, 2011
The Next Justin Bieber....name that tune...
My favorite part of this is when he stops to look at himself for a while before continuing....
Thursday, April 28, 2011
OLD and Crazy
Something about the revived realization of getting old throws me into a depression each year. Of course the reminder is my birthday. Unfortunate that my brain finds a way to ruin that day (and usually at least 2 weeks following that day) for me.
I’ve always been one for lining up events that give me something to look forward to. In the spring the event is my birthday. In addition I just really love spring- the green showing through , flowers, birds, hope that we aren’t living in a frozen hell year round. This year spring has mostly sucked. Here it is April 28th and it’s sleeting outside. BLA!
The anticipation of holidays in general has always been big for me. Good and bad. As a kid I would barely sleep the night before in anticipation of the gifts and fun the next day. Christmas was the biggest bit of excitement. My cousin and I would wake up VERY early, still dark outside, and do our best to wake up the rest of the family…so that we could go downstairs and start the fun. A magical time. Some guy shows up and breaks into your house while you sleep and then leaves gifts. AWESOME! The bad part was the dysfunctional anticipation of my parents fighting and the dichotomy of pretending we were a happy nucleic family – so the rest of the family didn’t know how messed up we were. I was torn between living in my make believe world in which my parents slept in the same room and liked each-other AND the reality of the play we were acting out. So holidays continue to excite and depress me.
This year my birthday was like any other…at least for someone in their mid-late 30’s. Really nothing is about you anymore at this age. It’s about my kids. They should pick out a gift for me because that teaches them to think of others, I should tell my husband to take the kids to get me said gift, I should tell my husband which gift that should be. We should get a cake, because the kids like cake and birthdays include cake. So my birthday becomes about a teaching opportunity as well as to minimize the financial impact to my family…because truthfully getting me something I really want for my birthday—we can’t afford. Exciting items on the top of that list would be – a house keeper, new wardrobe, a vehicle with a working radio and door….let the good times roll.
Part of my dysfunction includes my desire to provide for others thoughtful gifts. I want them to be happy with what I picked or made for them. I want them to know I thought about them and who they really are. I put time into it. It’s fun for me. The joy in the giving. That said, I have the unfair expectation that I will get the same in return.
Here is the ungrateful part. I know. Yes I am a spoiled brat. I get that. The gifts are usually a disappointment. I don’t want big $$ gifts. I just want someone to think about me and create that thought in something tangible. The only way to achieve that would be to tell someone what I want…which ruins the fun.
Time to accept the reality of being past the prime time in life where there is excitement like that. My role as a mother is to provide the experience to my kids. As a friend, provide that to my friends,etc.
Buzz kill.
On that happy note, another appointment with the gyno. today. Good TIMES!
I’ve always been one for lining up events that give me something to look forward to. In the spring the event is my birthday. In addition I just really love spring- the green showing through , flowers, birds, hope that we aren’t living in a frozen hell year round. This year spring has mostly sucked. Here it is April 28th and it’s sleeting outside. BLA!
The anticipation of holidays in general has always been big for me. Good and bad. As a kid I would barely sleep the night before in anticipation of the gifts and fun the next day. Christmas was the biggest bit of excitement. My cousin and I would wake up VERY early, still dark outside, and do our best to wake up the rest of the family…so that we could go downstairs and start the fun. A magical time. Some guy shows up and breaks into your house while you sleep and then leaves gifts. AWESOME! The bad part was the dysfunctional anticipation of my parents fighting and the dichotomy of pretending we were a happy nucleic family – so the rest of the family didn’t know how messed up we were. I was torn between living in my make believe world in which my parents slept in the same room and liked each-other AND the reality of the play we were acting out. So holidays continue to excite and depress me.
This year my birthday was like any other…at least for someone in their mid-late 30’s. Really nothing is about you anymore at this age. It’s about my kids. They should pick out a gift for me because that teaches them to think of others, I should tell my husband to take the kids to get me said gift, I should tell my husband which gift that should be. We should get a cake, because the kids like cake and birthdays include cake. So my birthday becomes about a teaching opportunity as well as to minimize the financial impact to my family…because truthfully getting me something I really want for my birthday—we can’t afford. Exciting items on the top of that list would be – a house keeper, new wardrobe, a vehicle with a working radio and door….let the good times roll.
Part of my dysfunction includes my desire to provide for others thoughtful gifts. I want them to be happy with what I picked or made for them. I want them to know I thought about them and who they really are. I put time into it. It’s fun for me. The joy in the giving. That said, I have the unfair expectation that I will get the same in return.
Here is the ungrateful part. I know. Yes I am a spoiled brat. I get that. The gifts are usually a disappointment. I don’t want big $$ gifts. I just want someone to think about me and create that thought in something tangible. The only way to achieve that would be to tell someone what I want…which ruins the fun.
Time to accept the reality of being past the prime time in life where there is excitement like that. My role as a mother is to provide the experience to my kids. As a friend, provide that to my friends,etc.
Buzz kill.
On that happy note, another appointment with the gyno. today. Good TIMES!
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
More stuff and a side of PMS
Last weekend I tripped while carrying a safe up the stairs...and then slammed the safe into my own noes. Small hairline fracture and a nice swollen nose for a few days...really coordinated and pretty!
Now on to PMS which has only helped aid me in being crazily obsessed with some weird drama at the office.
Alas
I am still into painting right now. But, what to do with all the flowers I pressed?
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Your view?
I've had some time lately to play around with doing some mini watercolor paintings. Specifically paintings of various flowers, vegetables...and now on to some whimsical animals.
Got a little giddy when making the latest bunch on which I also used stamping to put some random phrases on them.
I really have no idea if these are things that other people will want or like.
But I cut the mini paintings out and glued them to postcard size cardstock...match them with an envelope. Then I have notcard sets.
I sent a set (shown in the above picture with all displayed together) to my aunt. It was spured by a little push via facebook where the first 5 to repond to my post got a handmade something or another from me. Which reminds me I signed up on a couple myself and haven't received anything yet.....hmmmm.
Now I just don't know. I have fun making them...but do others really want them?
If I put a set as part of a donation to our school fundraiser...will I just get pitty response? I think the set would end up in the raffle section..where people can drop tickets in the bag for various items in a drawing.
I have about 2 readers...so not sure I will get an honest response....but if you read this...do tell?! If only to save me the embarrassment.
Pics:)
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Positive, really, going there
Just some randomness.
Quotes from Arden recently-
On bailing mom out of jail.
"Mom if you ever get in trouble and are put in jail, I will save all of my money to get you back to where you are now."
On Nirvana song Come as You Are:
"Wow this guy really needs a drink of water."
On a new friend.
"Mom will you run with me and my clear friend? He is clear. At night he walks on the floor and he glows green, during the day he is just clear and he walks on the floor. He isn't very fast at running though, he just runs as fast as this (as he shows me how he walks)."
NEW TOPIC
Things I like:
Cuddling with our dog
Cleaning my kids ears
My husband scraping the windshield off for me
Taking pictures
The movie Amelie
Old Lisa Loeb music
The book : Shit my Dad Says
Making bread
Family history
The beach
Sleeping
Old Keys
Crystals
PROCEED TO THE NEXT CHAPTER
My kids playing stuffed animal doctors. Arden is the dr.- he mostly specializes in giving shots -- although he claims they do not hurt.
Baker is the admin. person , he writes out the treatment plan and assigns the cost. Some items on his list included: "Fever" "Butt Sroes" "Poop" these ailements are treated for the following low price respectively : 10001, 2000, 25.39
Quotes from Arden recently-
On bailing mom out of jail.
"Mom if you ever get in trouble and are put in jail, I will save all of my money to get you back to where you are now."
On Nirvana song Come as You Are:
"Wow this guy really needs a drink of water."
On a new friend.
"Mom will you run with me and my clear friend? He is clear. At night he walks on the floor and he glows green, during the day he is just clear and he walks on the floor. He isn't very fast at running though, he just runs as fast as this (as he shows me how he walks)."
NEW TOPIC
Things I like:
Cuddling with our dog
Cleaning my kids ears
My husband scraping the windshield off for me
Taking pictures
The movie Amelie
Old Lisa Loeb music
The book : Shit my Dad Says
Making bread
Family history
The beach
Sleeping
Old Keys
Crystals
PROCEED TO THE NEXT CHAPTER
My kids playing stuffed animal doctors. Arden is the dr.- he mostly specializes in giving shots -- although he claims they do not hurt.
Baker is the admin. person , he writes out the treatment plan and assigns the cost. Some items on his list included: "Fever" "Butt Sroes" "Poop" these ailements are treated for the following low price respectively : 10001, 2000, 25.39
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