I've found my newest hero. For those that know me, know that I love dolphins, might have even seen the post I posted a week or two ago about watching the movie "The Cove" ever since that movie, I sign whatever petition I can, and actively read Ric O'Barry's blog here, I go to his website here.
Today I went on and read his blog, and saw him mention someone else was over in Taiji. Shes a racecar driver for NASCAR, her name is Leilani Münter, she shot pictures of a slaughterhouse. Ric mentioned her blog, so of course I followed up with it..and she's totally my hero. Not only is she a NASCAR driver, she's a total tree hugger. She's gorgeous, and from all appearances, is a really nice down to earth person that happens to care about the environment. Check out her site here shes part of "Athletes for a healthy planet" and was voted #1 eco athlete by the discovery channel. Her story is very inspiring, I wish that all those high paid multimillionaire athletes out there that moan and groan about not getting paid enough, would take a step down and take a look at one some of their peers are doing.
I'm so gunna find out when she's in daytona racing again and stalk her. seriously. she's.my.hero. period.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Houseduty avoidance
What we have going on right now, is clearly a classic case of houseduty avoidance. My typical daily affliction. I'm not saying my house is a pigsty, but it seems to take my a while to get motivated to get my butt in gear. Typical excuses tend to be 1) I gotta kill some things in Mafia Wars on facebook..so I can level up, for the good of my mafia 2) then after that I gotta go plant some crops and cut down some trees in frontierville..so I don't get too far behind and my frontier doesn't look like a jungle in a week 3) I gotta remind my friends who I am, so I simply must comment on their status's and make my own, and post wall posts 4) and finally, I simply must update my own blog...and while I'm at it, I'll read some blogs that I follow.
The problem with that..once I get started on something, I tend to expand..let's take blogging. Once I've posted, and read all of my usual blogs that I follow, I usually see something superinteresting, or they mention someone THEY follow, of course I have to check that out. So my short and sweet list of blogs I follow has grown into a bigger list. And to keep updated on all of it, thats pretty time consuming. I started thinking this morning, I'm a facebook addict, I know this, I'm aware of this, and now I'm a blog addict..however..it finally occurred to me this morning that what I was doing, by doing all of this, was a classic case of avoidance.
My husband lost his ring, his wedding ring..so, my goal of today is to tear the house up to find it. Then run it down to the jewelry store when he gets home, to get it resized so the stupid thing quits falling off. It's 11am, and I've been up since 4, and the only thing i've done is play mafia wars, play frontierville, post on some peoples statuses, and read some peoples blogs, and here I am writing my own blog. OH! I did dump a bunch of clean clothes on the bed (that I had just made..yeah mom..I make my bed daily..don't die of heartfailure now) so I could settle down and fold them later! go me with my bad self.
Speaking of laundry, I came across a cute quote today "if the money added up as quickly as the loads of dirty laundry do... I'd never have to worry about how I'm gonna pay my bills again!" SO true. I'd be a billionaire. I hate laundry, and I hate having the satisfaction of being totally done with laundry, only to realize that I forgot to get the dirty clothes from stephens bedroom, or somewhere, or maybe the dog rolled around in the dirt and now my comforter is all dirty. and so back to the laundry I go. Stupid vicious never ending cycle. Life would be so much easier if we could all walk around naked.
So..on that note..here's my happiness for today.
I do love Florida. I'm a true Florida girl at heart. If we ever decided to move away from Florida, I'd have to vacation here at least once a year, so I can dig my toes into the sand and watch the waves on the beach. I was born and raised here, and aside from a brief move to New Jersey..it's the only place I've ever really lived. It's beautiful. We do have our downside of course..crazy old drivers, hurricanes, mosquitoes, and tourists. but for the most part, you can almost be guaranteed a beautiful view SOMEWHERE. even if you are driving along US1 and happen to look up at the clouds, puffy and white, or pink with the sunset. The ocean is beautiful, even when it's rough and mad and vengeful. Florida is flat, with no hills, mountains or changing weather. But its one of the few places that you can put on a bikini and go swimming in December. We are almost fanatical about our college football (GO UF GATORS!) and some Floridians have never witnessed snowfall. It's a beautiful place to live, but a horrible place to retire..so remember that if you decide to purchase a house down here. and forgodsakes people, don't drive after you are a certain age!
The problem with that..once I get started on something, I tend to expand..let's take blogging. Once I've posted, and read all of my usual blogs that I follow, I usually see something superinteresting, or they mention someone THEY follow, of course I have to check that out. So my short and sweet list of blogs I follow has grown into a bigger list. And to keep updated on all of it, thats pretty time consuming. I started thinking this morning, I'm a facebook addict, I know this, I'm aware of this, and now I'm a blog addict..however..it finally occurred to me this morning that what I was doing, by doing all of this, was a classic case of avoidance.
My husband lost his ring, his wedding ring..so, my goal of today is to tear the house up to find it. Then run it down to the jewelry store when he gets home, to get it resized so the stupid thing quits falling off. It's 11am, and I've been up since 4, and the only thing i've done is play mafia wars, play frontierville, post on some peoples statuses, and read some peoples blogs, and here I am writing my own blog. OH! I did dump a bunch of clean clothes on the bed (that I had just made..yeah mom..I make my bed daily..don't die of heartfailure now) so I could settle down and fold them later! go me with my bad self.
Speaking of laundry, I came across a cute quote today "if the money added up as quickly as the loads of dirty laundry do... I'd never have to worry about how I'm gonna pay my bills again!" SO true. I'd be a billionaire. I hate laundry, and I hate having the satisfaction of being totally done with laundry, only to realize that I forgot to get the dirty clothes from stephens bedroom, or somewhere, or maybe the dog rolled around in the dirt and now my comforter is all dirty. and so back to the laundry I go. Stupid vicious never ending cycle. Life would be so much easier if we could all walk around naked.
So..on that note..here's my happiness for today.
I do love Florida. I'm a true Florida girl at heart. If we ever decided to move away from Florida, I'd have to vacation here at least once a year, so I can dig my toes into the sand and watch the waves on the beach. I was born and raised here, and aside from a brief move to New Jersey..it's the only place I've ever really lived. It's beautiful. We do have our downside of course..crazy old drivers, hurricanes, mosquitoes, and tourists. but for the most part, you can almost be guaranteed a beautiful view SOMEWHERE. even if you are driving along US1 and happen to look up at the clouds, puffy and white, or pink with the sunset. The ocean is beautiful, even when it's rough and mad and vengeful. Florida is flat, with no hills, mountains or changing weather. But its one of the few places that you can put on a bikini and go swimming in December. We are almost fanatical about our college football (GO UF GATORS!) and some Floridians have never witnessed snowfall. It's a beautiful place to live, but a horrible place to retire..so remember that if you decide to purchase a house down here. and forgodsakes people, don't drive after you are a certain age!
You might be a Floridian if...
- "Down South" means Key West.
- "Panhandling" means going to Pensacola.
- You think no-one over 70 should be allowed to drive.
And no-one should be allowed to drive under 70 miles an hour. - Flip-flops are everyday wear.
- Shoes are for business meetings and church.
- No, wait, flip flops are good for church too.
- Socks are only for bowling.
- Orange juice from concentrate makes you vomit.
- Tap water makes you vomit.
- Sweet tea can be served at any meal.
- An alligator once walked through your neighborhood.
- You smirk when a game show's "Grand Prize" is a trip to Florida.
- You measure distance in minutes.
And no matter where you want to go, it's half an hour away. - You have a drawer full of bathing suits, and one sweatshirt. Gotta love my UF sweatshirt.
- You get annoyed at the tourists who feed seagulls.
- You never use an umbrella because you know the rain will be over in five minutes anyway.
- All the local festivals are named after a fruit. I loooove the Strawberry Festival
- A mountain is any hill 100 feet above sea level.
- A good parking place has nothing to do with distance from the store, but everything to do with shade.
- Your winter coat is made of denim. Actually, I have a UF jacket, or two.
- You can tell the difference between fire ant bites and mosquito bites.
Duh! Who can't?! - You're younger than thirty but some of your friends are over 65.
- You know the four seasons really are: almost summer, summer, not summer but really hot, and Christmas.
- It's not "pop." It's "soda" or "coke."
- Anything under 70 is chilly.
- You've hosted a hurricane party.
- You go to a theme park for an afternoon, and know when to get on the best rides.
- You pass on the right and honk at the elderly.
- You understand the futility of exterminating cockroaches. It's a dead-end battle, don't waste your time..same goes for fleas.
- You can pronounce Okeechobee, Kissimmee, Withlacoochee, Okahumpka and Loxahatchee.
Not to mention Thonotosassa, Ichetucknee and Wewahitchka -- and you know: - Which one is strictly for tourists.
- Which one is best in hot weather.
- Which one means 'two big eyes looking up at the sky'.
- Which one is a rest stop.
- You understand why it's better to have a friend with a boat than have a boat yourself.
- You've driven through Yeehaw Junction.
- Bumper stickers on the pickup in front of you include various fish, the NRA and a confederate flag. Don't forget the college football decal! geesh.
- You were 8 before you realized they made houses without pools.
Not true. I've never lived in a house with a pool. Why have your own pool when the neighbors have one? or get a blowup pool! kiddie pools! or why have a pool when you've got the beach? - You were 12 when you first met someone who couldn't swim.
Do I even *know* anyone who can't swim? - You've worn shorts and used the A/C on Christmas.
- You know what the "stingray shuffle" is and why it's important!.
- You could swim before you could read. haha so true.
- You have to drive north to get to The South.
- You know that no other grocery store can compare to Publix. You have no idea what you are missing if you don't have a Publix near you.
- Every other house had blue roofs in 2004-2005
- You’ve gotten out of school early on Halloween to trick or treat before it got dark.
- You know that anything under a Category 3 just isn't worth waking up for. regardless, its a great chance to grill!
- You dread lovebug season. it's lovebug season now..blasted things are everywhere!
- You are on a first name basis with the Hurricane list. They aren't Hurricane Charley, Hurricane Frances...but Charley, Frances, Ivan and Jeanne.
And Andrew..back in the day. - You know what a snowbird is and you hate them. Hate is a strong word..unless they are old as dirt and can't drive worth a darned. plus my mom is a snowbird now!- sorta.
- You know why flamingos are pink.
- You think a six-foot alligator is actually pretty average.
And no local festival is complete without a Seminole Indian wrestling a gator. - You were twelve before you ever saw snow, or you still haven't. Actually I was 22:)
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
A little concerned..any ideas?
I debated a while before I decided to make this public..I'm trying to be careful what I post out there in the big bad world, don't want anything to come back and bite me in the arse. But I'm thinking I need some opinions about what to do, or if I should be concerned, or any suggestions would be helpful
A while back I went to Stephens dr with concerns about ADHD, he gave me a connors test to take to his teacher..
I had a phone conference with her yesterday, instead of interm reports she does conferences, most of the time face to face but with our vehicle transportation problems we are having, i had to opt for a phone conference.
She said she's not allowed to do the connors test anymore, state rules, because teachers aren't medically qualified to help make a diagnosis, which makes sense..she did say that she sees SOME of the symptoms, but mostly when he's in a social setting, with his friends or at lunch, as far as talking and hyperness and fidgety. but doesn't see anything alarming that would raise concern, asked what I see at home and I told her. She says while she doesn't see it at school she "acknowledges that theres something going on" but can't pinpoint what.
inspite of all the years of going to a private school type setting daycare/vpk, when he started kindergarten she said she tested him, she gave a test to all the kids, its a statewide test to determine the VPK program. He scored in the 39 percentile, which is extremely low.and said he only knew 2 words, 3 numbers and didn't recognize or know how to spell his name on paper. the first 4 weeks of school she said was very hard, she said he struggled, and it was like he wasn't grasping anything at all that she was teaching. She described him as "being distracted in his own mind" the past few weeks he's doing a lot better, but is still grasping things slower than she'd like. she gave him the same test over again and now he knows 18 letters, 9 sounds, 5 sight words, and 8 numbers that he can write in random order. he knows how to spell and write his name. and can tell her his favorite part of a story. she said she notices that he really and truly tries for her, it's just not processing as quickly as it could be. she suggested eyes checked and asked if he ever had them checked, i told her the week before school started he had his 5 year old physical which they tested his eyes with a picture chart, and he had 20/20 vision in both eyes..but never has he been professionally checked. she said she just suggested it to rule out things, if he's not seeing clearly it would be harder for him to process things, but she's not sure if thats it, it's just to rule things out. She said she does definitely see something going on with him, but she can't pinpoint anything that could be recommended for a diagnoses just yet..
she does say they've laid a good foundation the past few weeks, and shes pleased with his progress..she also said the school has provided a tutor to all the grades from kindergarten to third grade that comes by all the classroom for 10-20 minutes a day, and because of his 39% rating he qualifies for it, so the tutor will be coming in to sit with him a few times a week to help him with his letters, and that will start in the next couple of weeks.
she suggested that the reason his vpk and preschool teachers suggested adhd (they told me he would get aggravated or bored with the classwork and rather play instead) was because since he's slow to grasp things, he would get frustrated and they didn't really know how to handle it or recognize that in him..
she ended the whole thing that while shes exteremly impressed with his progress, shes concerned with the slowness of grasping things.. and says he's very intelligent and sweet and is very huggy and always willing to help her. she plans to keep on top of our communication and let me know if she sees anything alarming. based on the last test she gave him, he's barely "on level" but has a lot to learn in the next few weeks (kindergartners are required to learn the entire alphabet on sight by xmas vacation and be able to randomly write down the letter after being told a letter) the tutor should hopefully help some, and the teacher is going to come up with ideas with a pirate theme (his favorite thing right now..pirates) to take home to help him at home also. she gave us some flashcards she made with sight words they need to know by the end of the year and its helped a little, shes going to send some home with him with just letters to try and see how that works.
should I be worried about how slow he processes things? i know he's very intellegent, and has a excellent memory (he remembers being a ninja turtle 2-3 years ago for halloween) and remembers my dad being shrek 3 years ago. and at odd times remembers things that i just cant believe he remembers. and he's very creative with stories. i know he's smart, and people have told me he's smart, but im not sure if i should be concerned about maybe a learning disability, or what? any ideas?
A while back I went to Stephens dr with concerns about ADHD, he gave me a connors test to take to his teacher..
I had a phone conference with her yesterday, instead of interm reports she does conferences, most of the time face to face but with our vehicle transportation problems we are having, i had to opt for a phone conference.
She said she's not allowed to do the connors test anymore, state rules, because teachers aren't medically qualified to help make a diagnosis, which makes sense..she did say that she sees SOME of the symptoms, but mostly when he's in a social setting, with his friends or at lunch, as far as talking and hyperness and fidgety. but doesn't see anything alarming that would raise concern, asked what I see at home and I told her. She says while she doesn't see it at school she "acknowledges that theres something going on" but can't pinpoint what.
inspite of all the years of going to a private school type setting daycare/vpk, when he started kindergarten she said she tested him, she gave a test to all the kids, its a statewide test to determine the VPK program. He scored in the 39 percentile, which is extremely low.and said he only knew 2 words, 3 numbers and didn't recognize or know how to spell his name on paper. the first 4 weeks of school she said was very hard, she said he struggled, and it was like he wasn't grasping anything at all that she was teaching. She described him as "being distracted in his own mind" the past few weeks he's doing a lot better, but is still grasping things slower than she'd like. she gave him the same test over again and now he knows 18 letters, 9 sounds, 5 sight words, and 8 numbers that he can write in random order. he knows how to spell and write his name. and can tell her his favorite part of a story. she said she notices that he really and truly tries for her, it's just not processing as quickly as it could be. she suggested eyes checked and asked if he ever had them checked, i told her the week before school started he had his 5 year old physical which they tested his eyes with a picture chart, and he had 20/20 vision in both eyes..but never has he been professionally checked. she said she just suggested it to rule out things, if he's not seeing clearly it would be harder for him to process things, but she's not sure if thats it, it's just to rule things out. She said she does definitely see something going on with him, but she can't pinpoint anything that could be recommended for a diagnoses just yet..
she does say they've laid a good foundation the past few weeks, and shes pleased with his progress..she also said the school has provided a tutor to all the grades from kindergarten to third grade that comes by all the classroom for 10-20 minutes a day, and because of his 39% rating he qualifies for it, so the tutor will be coming in to sit with him a few times a week to help him with his letters, and that will start in the next couple of weeks.
she suggested that the reason his vpk and preschool teachers suggested adhd (they told me he would get aggravated or bored with the classwork and rather play instead) was because since he's slow to grasp things, he would get frustrated and they didn't really know how to handle it or recognize that in him..
she ended the whole thing that while shes exteremly impressed with his progress, shes concerned with the slowness of grasping things.. and says he's very intelligent and sweet and is very huggy and always willing to help her. she plans to keep on top of our communication and let me know if she sees anything alarming. based on the last test she gave him, he's barely "on level" but has a lot to learn in the next few weeks (kindergartners are required to learn the entire alphabet on sight by xmas vacation and be able to randomly write down the letter after being told a letter) the tutor should hopefully help some, and the teacher is going to come up with ideas with a pirate theme (his favorite thing right now..pirates) to take home to help him at home also. she gave us some flashcards she made with sight words they need to know by the end of the year and its helped a little, shes going to send some home with him with just letters to try and see how that works.
should I be worried about how slow he processes things? i know he's very intellegent, and has a excellent memory (he remembers being a ninja turtle 2-3 years ago for halloween) and remembers my dad being shrek 3 years ago. and at odd times remembers things that i just cant believe he remembers. and he's very creative with stories. i know he's smart, and people have told me he's smart, but im not sure if i should be concerned about maybe a learning disability, or what? any ideas?
The song remembers when...
To quote one of my few favorite country singers, Trisha Yearwood..
"I was standing at the counter
I was waiting for the change
When I heard that old familiar music start
It was like a lighted match
Had been tossed into my soul
It was like a dam had broken in my heart
The song remembers when
Yeah, and even if the whole world has forgotten
The song remembers when"
I was driving home today from the gas station when my radio popped up with a old favorite song of mine, I hadn't thought about the song in forever, but it used to be one of my favorites. And all of the sudden I wasn't driving my car in 2010, I was younger and in high school, full of hopes and dreams.. I'd heard Goo Goo Dolls "Iris" I loved that song.. it doesn't have any particular memory attached to it, its just one of those timeless classics that you listen to and it brings you back to the good old days..
I have a few of them, I'll always be fond of Hinder "Lips of an angel" or Mariah Carey "Someday" or Garth Brooks "Papa loves Mama" or George Straight "Forever and ever, amen" there's Debbie Gibson "Only in my dreams" or NKOTB "hangin tough" different songs, that if I hear them, bring me back to a certain point in my life. I don't know that I have a specific song for a specific lost love, or lost memory, my music tends to bring me back to points in life..a certain age, a certain feeling. I think its just wierd if you're driving a long, head full of To Do's and worries about today when something comes up on the radio, then all of the sudden you are somewhere else, feeling something else. When I got home I had to come on the internet and rehear the goo goo dolls song and then felt like posting. dunno why? random post here.
"And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am"
"I was standing at the counter
I was waiting for the change
When I heard that old familiar music start
It was like a lighted match
Had been tossed into my soul
It was like a dam had broken in my heart
The song remembers when
Yeah, and even if the whole world has forgotten
The song remembers when"
I was driving home today from the gas station when my radio popped up with a old favorite song of mine, I hadn't thought about the song in forever, but it used to be one of my favorites. And all of the sudden I wasn't driving my car in 2010, I was younger and in high school, full of hopes and dreams.. I'd heard Goo Goo Dolls "Iris" I loved that song.. it doesn't have any particular memory attached to it, its just one of those timeless classics that you listen to and it brings you back to the good old days..
I have a few of them, I'll always be fond of Hinder "Lips of an angel" or Mariah Carey "Someday" or Garth Brooks "Papa loves Mama" or George Straight "Forever and ever, amen" there's Debbie Gibson "Only in my dreams" or NKOTB "hangin tough" different songs, that if I hear them, bring me back to a certain point in my life. I don't know that I have a specific song for a specific lost love, or lost memory, my music tends to bring me back to points in life..a certain age, a certain feeling. I think its just wierd if you're driving a long, head full of To Do's and worries about today when something comes up on the radio, then all of the sudden you are somewhere else, feeling something else. When I got home I had to come on the internet and rehear the goo goo dolls song and then felt like posting. dunno why? random post here.
"And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am"
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
♥¤Spoiled¤♥
I'll be the first to admit that I'm pretty lucky. I have a great guy for a husband. He has faults, we all do, and his faults are huge ones, and we're working on them. He's trying really hard, and I'm really proud of him for it. He treats me good, and he actually likes to spoil me...which brings me to my happiness of the day.
He spoils me sometimes. He came home one day with flowers, totally out of the blue, and surprised me. We don't get to do things like that often, due to money, our appreciation is usually shown other ways, or in words. But lets face it, every girl likes to be surprised with flowers now and then. He also likes to brush my hair. When I haven't had a haircut in ages, which it has been, ages..it tends to knot up very easily. I asked him if he could get the back one night, cause my hair is long and thick, and its just a plain pain in the butt to get the back part sometimes. He brushed the knots out, now sometimes he'll grab the brush and do it for me, without even asking. He also likes to paint my nails, and he does an excellent job. It's not his favorite thing to do, I can tell but he says he likes to pamper me. I tried to get a picture for my happiness post when he painted my nails the other night, but my camera battery died. I wonder if I took a poll how many people can say their husbands do this? Is my husband blowing a hole in the man code? He's not gay or asexual or metro-sexual or any of those whateveryoucallits..cause I think instead of holding a nail polish bottle he'd rather be holding something that gets grease under his nails, but I think he puts up with doing things like that, because he truly likes to make me feel special..and I do. Feel special that is.
I need to make some sort of promise or vow to myself, that when I'm seeing red and I'm ready to slap the stupid out of him, I need to take a step back, breathe, and try to hold on to these mushy feelings and good moments that we share. I'm going to really try and work on that one.
He spoils me sometimes. He came home one day with flowers, totally out of the blue, and surprised me. We don't get to do things like that often, due to money, our appreciation is usually shown other ways, or in words. But lets face it, every girl likes to be surprised with flowers now and then. He also likes to brush my hair. When I haven't had a haircut in ages, which it has been, ages..it tends to knot up very easily. I asked him if he could get the back one night, cause my hair is long and thick, and its just a plain pain in the butt to get the back part sometimes. He brushed the knots out, now sometimes he'll grab the brush and do it for me, without even asking. He also likes to paint my nails, and he does an excellent job. It's not his favorite thing to do, I can tell but he says he likes to pamper me. I tried to get a picture for my happiness post when he painted my nails the other night, but my camera battery died. I wonder if I took a poll how many people can say their husbands do this? Is my husband blowing a hole in the man code? He's not gay or asexual or metro-sexual or any of those whateveryoucallits..cause I think instead of holding a nail polish bottle he'd rather be holding something that gets grease under his nails, but I think he puts up with doing things like that, because he truly likes to make me feel special..and I do. Feel special that is.
I need to make some sort of promise or vow to myself, that when I'm seeing red and I'm ready to slap the stupid out of him, I need to take a step back, breathe, and try to hold on to these mushy feelings and good moments that we share. I'm going to really try and work on that one.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Rare good moods!
I have been in pretty rare good moods lately.. Odd considering that one insane time of the month of females is coming up, and usually I'm unapproachable, very in fact..if you live within 10 miles from me, I'd watch out or your head will get cut off.
I actually have several happinesses I could share (I know that's not a word, sue me) and I'm trying really hard to control posting all of them in one day, because the good mood could wear off at any second, and I could turn a complete 180, and I'll need to save one or two for a rainy day.
I'll start off with Stephen. Stephen is five.. he's totally independent, if I were able to, I'd change his name from Stephen to "Mr. independent hardheaded stubborn knowitall" He's a total mini-me. Watching him grow up is like watching myself grow up, and I give major kudos to my mom for keeping her sanity as long as she has (don't tell her that, I like her to think that I've thought she was insane all along) One of his things..he LOVESLOVESLOVES making a mess, and loves it even more if mommy gets fed up of that mess and cleans up after him. One of his favorite pastimes happens to also be talking back. (or just plain talking..he doesn't know how to be quiet..ever..trust me, if I could figure out how to post a recording on here, I'd record a typical car ride and you'd be like..holy effin cow!) I'm surprised I'm not totally bald right now from ripping my hair out with dealing with him when he's in one of his "I-didn't-make-that-mess therefore I-dont-have-to-clean-it-up!" type moods when he points fingers to everyone from the chicken to daddy and blames it on daddy's sleepwalking habits. Yesterday, my husband in his brilliance, decided to turn tables on him. Stephen woke up in the wee hours of the morning, and decided to pull a chair, (ever so quietly so that my husband and I wouldn't wake up) over to the fridge, where we store his Pirate Sandbox.. this annoying toy that I would LOVELOVELOVE to throw away. It's a miniature sandbox, with annoying blue sand, that he can pretend is water, and play with the pirate boats and figures that came with it. It's a nice idea, since he loves sand, and is currently obsessed with anything pirate..except its MESSY! So he had a ball playing with this sandbox, leaving behind a disaster in my kitchen, blue sand everywhere, tiny miniature sand. The sand that a broom will not pick up easily.
My husband decided that Stephen will be picking this sand up, instead of mommy, cause usually it works out to where mommy or daddy cleans up while Stephen is happily playing away in his room, even if he's in time out, he finds something to play with, and I can't very well cut off his fingers and toes even though he plays with those. So, Stephens chore was to clean up his mess, while mommy and daddy played. My contribution to this, was that if I found one speck of sand, for every speck of sand I found, I would donate one toy of his to some other child. So..while my five year old son slaved away in the kitchen, my husband and I pulled up chairs to a table in the living room to watch, got sodas and chips and proceeded to play several hands of rummy.
end result? clean kitchen, mommy beating daddies behind in rummy 2-1, and a very very happy mommy that she didn't have to slave in the kitchen, her five year old did it for her.
ps. please don't call CPS..no children were harmed in the making of this photo..
I actually have several happinesses I could share (I know that's not a word, sue me) and I'm trying really hard to control posting all of them in one day, because the good mood could wear off at any second, and I could turn a complete 180, and I'll need to save one or two for a rainy day.
I'll start off with Stephen. Stephen is five.. he's totally independent, if I were able to, I'd change his name from Stephen to "Mr. independent hardheaded stubborn knowitall" He's a total mini-me. Watching him grow up is like watching myself grow up, and I give major kudos to my mom for keeping her sanity as long as she has (don't tell her that, I like her to think that I've thought she was insane all along) One of his things..he LOVESLOVESLOVES making a mess, and loves it even more if mommy gets fed up of that mess and cleans up after him. One of his favorite pastimes happens to also be talking back. (or just plain talking..he doesn't know how to be quiet..ever..trust me, if I could figure out how to post a recording on here, I'd record a typical car ride and you'd be like..holy effin cow!) I'm surprised I'm not totally bald right now from ripping my hair out with dealing with him when he's in one of his "I-didn't-make-that-mess therefore I-dont-have-to-clean-it-up!" type moods when he points fingers to everyone from the chicken to daddy and blames it on daddy's sleepwalking habits. Yesterday, my husband in his brilliance, decided to turn tables on him. Stephen woke up in the wee hours of the morning, and decided to pull a chair, (ever so quietly so that my husband and I wouldn't wake up) over to the fridge, where we store his Pirate Sandbox.. this annoying toy that I would LOVELOVELOVE to throw away. It's a miniature sandbox, with annoying blue sand, that he can pretend is water, and play with the pirate boats and figures that came with it. It's a nice idea, since he loves sand, and is currently obsessed with anything pirate..except its MESSY! So he had a ball playing with this sandbox, leaving behind a disaster in my kitchen, blue sand everywhere, tiny miniature sand. The sand that a broom will not pick up easily.
My husband decided that Stephen will be picking this sand up, instead of mommy, cause usually it works out to where mommy or daddy cleans up while Stephen is happily playing away in his room, even if he's in time out, he finds something to play with, and I can't very well cut off his fingers and toes even though he plays with those. So, Stephens chore was to clean up his mess, while mommy and daddy played. My contribution to this, was that if I found one speck of sand, for every speck of sand I found, I would donate one toy of his to some other child. So..while my five year old son slaved away in the kitchen, my husband and I pulled up chairs to a table in the living room to watch, got sodas and chips and proceeded to play several hands of rummy.
end result? clean kitchen, mommy beating daddies behind in rummy 2-1, and a very very happy mommy that she didn't have to slave in the kitchen, her five year old did it for her.
ps. please don't call CPS..no children were harmed in the making of this photo..
Saturday, October 9, 2010
My happiness for today
I missed yesterday, compared to my normal days, yesterday was dull and boring, absolutely nothing happened yesterday. It was quiet and uneventful. And I didn't get online much, my husband came home early and we ran some errands, ate dinner, then pretty much went bed, watched movies until he sacked out early then I went to bed shortly after that. We watched Memento, that movie had huge ravings and we were told it was an excellent movie. It was artfully done by the director, and left you with a million questions after you watched it. You have to watch it a few times to fully appreciate the messages in the movie. I thought it was a decent movie, but I wouldn't go nuts watching it over and over again like some people did (I got on the internet afterwords to find out exactly what was happening in the movie). We also watched Get Carter, with Sylvester Stallone in it, that too was a decent movie.
Since I didn't blog yesterday I skipped my happiness for the day..can we just leave it at the fact that I had a boring day yesterday was my happiness? I have no imagery for it, but the fact that there was no drama, no weirdness, nothing, makes me totally happy.
My happiness for today? Getting ready for the holidays. The other day stephen and I prepared for Halloween. To my recollection, i've never really decorated for halloween, but with Stephen growing older and knowing about the holidays, I wanted to decorate for him, and I'm sure I will decorate with Thanksgiving, and with Christmas as well. When he got home from school we set out with our decorations (go to CVS people..get a card and scan it at the kiosk, a coupon prints out to get $5 off of halloween decorations..most of their decorations are wicked cheap, like 1.99 or something, so Jesse and I got 10 dollars worth of free decorations) Stephen told me where he'd like things placed, and I decorated. it looks pretty good if I do say so myself. My ultimate hope is that the decorations will make up for the lack of holiday cheer this year, because with everything that has gone on, and the fact that my mom isn't here this year, and our lack of money for stuff, I don't know how well the holidays will go over. Anyways..so here's a picture (or two) of our final results.
Stephen is insanely happy with the results, and is very excited for halloween to come up, so I am happy too.
Since I didn't blog yesterday I skipped my happiness for the day..can we just leave it at the fact that I had a boring day yesterday was my happiness? I have no imagery for it, but the fact that there was no drama, no weirdness, nothing, makes me totally happy.
My happiness for today? Getting ready for the holidays. The other day stephen and I prepared for Halloween. To my recollection, i've never really decorated for halloween, but with Stephen growing older and knowing about the holidays, I wanted to decorate for him, and I'm sure I will decorate with Thanksgiving, and with Christmas as well. When he got home from school we set out with our decorations (go to CVS people..get a card and scan it at the kiosk, a coupon prints out to get $5 off of halloween decorations..most of their decorations are wicked cheap, like 1.99 or something, so Jesse and I got 10 dollars worth of free decorations) Stephen told me where he'd like things placed, and I decorated. it looks pretty good if I do say so myself. My ultimate hope is that the decorations will make up for the lack of holiday cheer this year, because with everything that has gone on, and the fact that my mom isn't here this year, and our lack of money for stuff, I don't know how well the holidays will go over. Anyways..so here's a picture (or two) of our final results.
Stephen is insanely happy with the results, and is very excited for halloween to come up, so I am happy too.
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