Monday, January 29, 2007
Ok, so I'm a major loser in the worst way. What did I do? Well, it involves my mom's birthday. I didn't forget it per say but I thought it was on the wrong day. I knew it was the 28th but I thought today was the 28th. Turns out, the 28th was yesterday. I mean, cards and presents are in the mail but a phone call on your mom's birthday is what she really wants, right? So, it turns out as I have stated that my brain cells are coming out in my breast milk. It must be mother nature's fault because it surely can't be mine. Anyway, happy birthday mom. Better late than never!
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Here is what happened between Colin and Emily today....
Colin calls Emily. She is still in her pajamas begging a nine month old to please eat his breakfast.
Colin: Will you call the administration office today and find out if they are going to mail your W2 form or if you need to go pick it up?
Colin calls Emily
C: Did you call yet?
E: No, I haven't had a chance yet. But I'm sure they will mail it.
C: Well, I got mine today so you need to find out.
E: Ok, I will.
Mail comes. No W2 form.
Colin calls Emily
C: Did you call yet?
E: No, Cason just went down for a nap so I will in minute.
C: What have you been doing all day?
Emily threatens to hang up the phone.
Emily searches all over the house for the phone she just put down.
Emily calls the administration office. They will mail the form.
Emily calls Colin.
E: They will mail the form.
E: I don't know. I didn't ask.
C: Why wouldn't you ask that?
E: Am I ever good enough for you (I may have added that for dramatic effect)? Why are you so worried about that anyway?
C: Because I am an anal retentive freak who frequently over obsesses about these things (ok, so he may not have said that but Emily was sure thinking it).
Uncle Sam, I implore you to please send our tax refund quickly so that this can all be over.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
So Colin has been off the whole week. And if I hear one person say,"Wow, that must be nice," I will hit them because the baseball season is looming right around the corner.
We haven't been especially social since the "Big One" hit but at least we have been getting out of the house. I noticed driving through the neighborhood today that some people have no tracks in their driveway meaning they haven't left the house in six days. Haven't left the house. In six days. Haven't. Left. The. House. In. Six. Days. Granted we do live on retirement row but come on folks, the world is passing you by, albeit it an icy world.
I hate the clothes this weather forces me to wear. I haven't had on a cute pair of shoes in a week. And for some reason I also don't feel the need to wear eye makeup. I don't know why.
On a positive note, on Tuesday we discovered that the new Grandy's down the road is open for business. The service was wonderful and the rolls were the stuff dreams are made of. Cason gives the mashed potatoes two thumbs up (he is quickly becoming a carb and starch lover...which is good or he couldn't be in my family).
Hey...who knew you could sell used diapers? I wish someone would have told me that nine months ago. My question is...can I charge extra for smell?
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
"You can learn many things from children. How much patience you have, for instance."
- Franklin P. Jones
Oh, how right you are Mr. Franklin P. Jones. You can especially learn how much patience you have during the biggest ice storm since statehood. Today I realized that the moment Cason learned that he could pull up on my leg was the last official day of my independence. For the last month I have been walking around with a kid on my leg.
I have a product that I would like to endorse. That is the Black and Decker Scum Buster. It really gets rid of everything. Yesterday, there was a huge mud spot that was rubbed into our carpet (you know the type...they just appear out of thin air and no one knows how they got there). I used the carpet attachment and it came right up. And today I cleaned some hardware in the bathroom that had soap scum building on it since 1890. See the results for yourself...
Colin just asked if I was really going to let people know that our bathroom looked like that before. I'm not ashamed. And if you have a problem with it, you can come over and clean.
So what have we (and by we I mean me, Cason, Sunny, Colin and my brother in law) been doing since we have been semi homebound? Well, eating. I think this ice storm will cause me to gain 40 lbs. You know, Colin has been here so it's not like I've been deprived of adult interaction but I have been deprived of female interaction. I miss my girls! When this is all said and done we need to get together and eat pound cake.
Friday, January 12, 2007
An open letter to all Oklahoma weathermen:
Ok, we get it. Big ice storm. We've heard all the cute catch phrases we can stomach. "The Big Chill"..."Ice Castles 2007" ..."Old Man Winter comes for a visit"...after all weathermen are to bad puns as khakis are to the Gap. But is around the clock coverage really necessary? All we can say to you weather men is thank heaven for cable. When our beloved Young and the Restless was preempted to show everyone how to scrape ice of their car, at least we could find some comfort with our friends Stacy and Clinton on TLC.
We do not think that your job includes scaring people half to death. Generators? Really? Do we all need to go buy generators? According to some (ok all) weathermen, yes we do.
We want to see no more graphics that include any or all of the following: a snowman in a coat, a group of snowflakes playfully dancing, a blue cloud blowing over the state of Oklahoma. We get it...it's cold. When we see that the high is 12 degrees, we don't need a polar bear in a scarf to tell us that it's cold.
There was a quote by a weatherman today that was, "When it is dark and rainy like this, there is no sun out." Really? Does he have any more astute observations to share? Like,"Water is wet" or "Heat is hot."
And Gary England, if you use the phrase, "This is the big one folks" one more time we WILL punch you in the face.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Cason has come down with croup and he is still slightly contagious we think so guess what? We're homebound. He also has a terrible case of diaper rash ( I know everyone is curious about the state of my child's behind) and so he hung out last night (no pun intended) in his birthday suit while Colin and I prayed fervently for our carpet to remain dry. But I am suffering from cabin fever so we may venture out to church tonight and force Cason to stay with us. Serenity now.
Ok, what parent hasn't been here before? Except mine usually likes to toot in places like church.
I have really been wanting pound cake lately. I don't know why...it just sounds good. It's not even a dessert that I was really raised on. I could make one for me and Colin but we all know what would happen there...he would eat one piece and I would eat the rest. Hmmm....maybe I'll have a pound cake party. Anyone up for that?
Here are some recent pictures:
Here is Case in his outfit from Aunt Nancy.
Enjoying a toy from Aunt Laini....wait is he wearing an ASTROS outfit?
what a ham....
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Cason had his nine month checkup this morning. The family took bets on how much he weighs. The guesses ranged from 22 1/2 lbs. to 27 lbs (ok Aaron, that's a like two year old). I guessed 23 because that's 50th percentile and that's about where he's been. However, Cason fooled us all. He weighs a mere 19 lbs. and is 28 inches long. That's the 25 th percentile in both. His doc said not to be worried though. And overall he looks great. She said that he seems like a mellow kid.
I should invite her over one day and she can see how "mellow" he is.
Ok, I try not to get involved in sports arguments on a regular basis. I won't lie, in the infamous Fiesta bowl on Monday, I fell asleep at 10 pm. And while I root for the Sooners, I'm not all Crimson and Cream. But this article by Terry Bowden irritated me. I mean, big flippin whoop. Boise State won by using trick plays. Can you win every game like that? I don't think so and now they deserve a chance at the national title?
Memo to Terry Bowden: Go away, no one here likes you.
And no, my husband did not tell me to write that. So there.