Monthly Archive for October, 2007

Aaaaand scene…

Aaaaaand scene...

Now that October is over, everyone can go back to what they were doing. The production has ended. As you were.

You don’t even know. My friends are crazy… they’re wonderful… Whether near or far, the cream of the crop, I tell ya… the pick o’ the litter… except they’re not cats, they’re people. I digress.

Not that I need gifts, ’cause I don’t, but - a chocolate fountain! Yep, got one :)

Dancing - check.

A weekend away scrapbooking with many of the finest friends ever created - ka-ching!

A surprise delivery of home-made, and filled exquisite cupcakes to the aforementioned getaway (enough to feed 80 hungry scrapbookers!) by my man and our spawn… Some were filled with chocolate, the rest were filled with peanut butter filling… to compliment my new T.

Sweet cards, deep cards, clever cards, shocking cards, singing cards, talking cards, a dedicated blog post… dark chocolate, truffles, balloons, chocolate, chocolate, chocolate, bowls (I have a “thing” for bowls)… a fluffy pink robe… a harpsichord - kidding…

*exhale* *inhale* …all topped off with a surprise visit from 2 gals who couldn’t join us hokey scrappers all weekend (*pout*). Instead they came for dinner, side-splitting laughter and a few spirits Saturday evening - all to watch my final transformation into a 35-year-old.

I feel like my socks were knocked off. I don’t deserve it… you crazies. OK Katie, you’re next :)

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on October 31, 2007
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Alright.

I admit it. I’m hooked on Dancing with the Stars. I dunno how it happened… a few dances here, a few dances there, and at the beginning of this season I find myself nudging chores and kids’ bedtimes… yaddda, yadda, yadda… so I can watch this ridiculous show. Except it’s not ridiculous. Except it is. Except it isn’t. It is. It isn’t. Is. Isn’t…

I feel conflicted. I am embarrassed. It’s reality T.V.! I am a sharper cookie than “Reality TV”. I am jealous. I wanna do that! Alas, I will never be a star. However, I can name A star after myself… Maybe “they” need to come out with a show called “Dancing with the Moms” or maybe “Mutha, You Don’t Even Know How To Dance”, or something… people would watch, right?

So, tonight (and last night) all the remaining dancers did this group-thing… reminiscent of Grease - the Greasers vs. the Preppies. There were elements of the Swing, the Lindy, the Charleston… fun stuff. Fun. Fun. F.U.N. Paul and I took East Cpast Swing and Lindy Hop lessons for almost 2 years, and we had progressed to many of the moves I saw tonight (except for the lifts… yeah… not that part). I don’t remember much now - it’s been 8 years a lifetime since then.

*sigh*

Speaking of lifts, I remember I tried to do a lifty-flippy sort-a move during my “2-steppin’-line-dancin’” college days. I landed on my head. OK, my partner dropped me on my head. OK, under a cloud of poor judgement, I let this fella try to flip me before I knew how to work through it and before I knew he knew how to work through it. AND… I was a freshman. Not many “light bulb moments’ happenin’ that year.

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on October 30, 2007
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I like…

It’s all about me! Why? Because I am the scepter-holder of this blog and I will it to be so… besides that, since when does one’s world not revolve around oneself? AND it’s my birthday month. *Nee-ner*

I like October.

I like that my birthday is this month.

I like a birthday MONTH as opposed to a DAY. I got to go dancing earlier this month as a birthday “warm-up” and will be escaping for a few days to be creative and hang out with my girlfriends this very weekend! Why am I embarrassed to admit I am a scrapbooker? At least I don’t wear puffy paint or wear my hair in buns, not that there is anything wrong with that….

I like the fall and putting up my fall decorations. I like vanilla and cinnamon-scented candles… especially the Woodwick kind. Mmmm.

I like eggnog lattes, and eggnog is back… and quite possibly a couple extra pounds. It’s worth it.

I like comments. I know you’re reading… why are you hiding? You know who you are…

I like love… Crap. I was trying to remember how to code a strike-through and forgot what I like love.

I don’t like that my brain is ill-functioning.

I like bun warmers. Specifically, the seat warmers in my new van and bun toaster shorts. OK, so I haven’t actually tried the bun toaster shorts, but I like the idea of them because I tend to have perpetually cold buns. Is that too personal?

I like the size 6 jeans and size 4 skirt I bought for my cold butt yesterday.

I don’t like that I think a size 6 at the Gap is still really a 10, and in the skirt - a 4 is really a 10. Actually, maybe I do like it… maybe I like it a lot.

Ummm, have I mentioned I like to dance? Right now, I am longing to jump back in to the Lindy-Hop. Prolly not gonna happen, but every time I turn on the Brian Setzer Orchestra or Big Six, man… my fever rises and my feet just wanna jump and jive.

I like my kids. I like my kids. I like my kids. I like my kids…. really, I like my kids…….

I love my kids.

I like Tavin Dillard.

I like to write. I sleep better when I’ve emptied my brain - either onto paper or typed it out. I feel like I’ve purged the good and the bad to make room in my head for the issues waiting to be let in. What a treasure trove of angst, confusion, love, joy and plain old silliness.

So… I’m curious… in celebration of my birthday, what do you like? Leave a comment or send me a link to your own post - about you… You don’t need to write what you like about me… it can be about you :)

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on October 25, 2007
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Happy

Art by Olivia

Motherhood… parenthood… I had no idea I would feel like such a horrible mom - so often. Who knew there would be so many stinkin’ opportunities to totally blow it. Sure, there are just as many opportunities to be the stellar mother, but that takes way more skill and energy. It is WAY easier to blow it. WAY.

So, from time to time I ask myself,

Are my children happy? Have I ruined them? Have I crushed their spirits? Have I stomped out their sunshine and giggles?

After seeing Olivia’s picture, I feel like I may not have completely ruined childhood for my offspring. I asked Olivia to draw a happy picture, and evidently, she knows what happy looks like. She REALLY knows… :) Hearts, sunshine, smiles… a few fangs…

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on October 24, 2007
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What Doin’ Mama?

Lucy: What doin’, Mama?
Me: The dishes.
Lucy: Oh. What doin’, Mama?
Me: The dishes.
Lucy: Oh. What doin’, Mama?
Me: I’m putting the dishes away.
Lucy: Oh. What doin’, Mama?
Me: I’m putting the cup away.
Lucy: Oh. What doin’, Mama?
Me: I’m emptying the dishwasher.
Lucy: Oh. What doin’, Mama?
Me: I’m putting the spoon away.
Lucy: Oh. What doin’, Mama?
Me: Oh, Lucy… what did Mama just say?
Lucy: Oh. Cleaning a dishes????
Me: YES!
Lucy: Oh. What doin’, Mama?
Me: *falls to the floor*

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on October 23, 2007
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Choppin’ Broccoli

So, one afternoon I was choppin’ broccoli… I chopped - UH!

I digress… As I separated the tree part from the stems, Olivia queried, “Why are you throwing away the stems?”

Between you and me, I was throwing them away because I don’t like the stems; but I did not tell her that. I played dumb and prodded, “Uh, I dunno. Why do you ask?”

Imagine my surprise and subsequent heart attack when she excitedly gushed, “That’s my favorite part! Can I have them?!”

After I picked myself off the floor, splashed water on my face and pinched that tender skin just below my armpit to see if I was real, I was able to cleverly reply, “Uhhh… Yeah…”

Now, each day, Olivia asks if she can dive into her yummy baggy of broccoli stems. Fa’ real peeps. Fa’. Real.

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on October 23, 2007
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Frankly, I’m offended.

My children’s Little People Animal Sounds Farm toy is offensive. Each time I enter it’s rather generous circumference of sensitivity - it moos. At me… yes, AT me. I’m sure of it. It makes me feel a little self-conscious, aaaaaaaaand a little freaked out… I mean - it could either be a sick toymaker joke highlighting the fact I could stand to lose “few” (everything is about me)…OR it could be the spirit of a mistreated toy crying to be set free.

I mean, everything happens for a reason… right?

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on October 22, 2007
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"The Most Beautiful Girl…

…in the room…. you could be a part-time model…” How’s that for a pick-up line?

Since I haven’t a clever sliver of wit or a dangling participle to dangle, I post this clip in an effort to tickle a funny bone… or something.

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on October 21, 2007
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A Sensible Girl

Woo-hoo! We have a brand new car payment!

Along with that payment is a new car. She’s shiny, clean and has a bazillion cup holders.

Clean and a bazillion cup holders.

Clean and a bazillion cup holders.

Do you see what I see? One might call it irony. Ironically, if one looks up the definition of “irony” one might find one may not actually use the words irony, ironic or ironically correctly. Then again, one might. What was I talking about?

Olivia, the thirsty soul that she is… was longing for a drink. In the new car. In the clean, new car. In the clean, new car that doesn’t need a smelly tree hanging from the rear view mirror to over-scent the french fries and sour milk. I want the “New Car Smell” FOREVER. FOR. EVER. Besides, those trees are ugly.

I told her there would be no food or drinks in the car… the shiny new car. She grasped her forehead in desperate dehydration, leaned over as if death was overtaking her very being and uttered in a dry and throaty voice,

How come there are so many cup holders and we can’t have anything to drink?????

Good point. You got me.

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on October 15, 2007
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Don’t have anything to pray about?

Then pray for Maddie. And if you do have something to pray about, here’s something else.

I wrote about Maddie over 3 years ago when she first began her fight. Her mama and I met at MOPS when she was pregnant with Maddie.

Spend some lots of time praying for this precious 3 year old, her mama, her daddy, and her big sister and brother… and her doctors and nurses. Read her story. One can’t begin to describe the journey they’ve lived… nor the mountains they have yet to climb. I guarantee you won’t be able to read their story without crying (so grab a box of tissue) and you won’t be able to read it without praying for precious Madeline.

Now go. Pray. Read. Pray. Pray.

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on October 4, 2007
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