Friday, October 31, 2008

Happy Halloweenie

Not a Halloween person, don't really get into the dressing up stuff or handing out candy, so I am boycotting this year. So don't even try to come to my house tonight...

Because we will be out celebrating the fact that C3's football team is now 9-0 and our final game is next week - sweet! Never had an undefeated season before, I am keeping my fingers crossed.

Have a good weekend!

Thursday, October 30, 2008

And the Award Goes to ME

Okay a couple of days ago, or hell it could have been longer than that my memory has been slipping lately, Jane awarded me a chore of some sort, somehow thinking that I would appreciate said award. Here is what she told me I must do, list 6 things that I love then pass the award onto 6 other deserving blogs that I love! Hmmm…If I were a good person, (which I’m not saying I’m not, just pointing something out) I would give the obvious choices of Hubby, C1, C2, C3, God and my Country… BUT, that would be too easy and not as fun. Who am I kidding, this isn’t fun at all? Uh, THANKS Jane.

Six things I love:

I love coffee. I prefer my coffee with loads of French vanilla cream or a trip to Starbutts for a cinnamon dolce latte with whip cream, which only happens when I am felling generous to myself. Actually that happens quite a lot like at least 4-5 times per week.

That must mean that I love ME. Yes, I do, I love ME! Why? Who the hell knows, but somewhere along this journey of life I decided that I should be the Head Diva, the Queen of All and I deserve everything I want. It is all about ME and I love being ME.

I love my high thread count (forgot the actual number, that memory thing again) damask sheets that I practically stole from Target for $39.99 for a king size set. I love them so much I went back and bought extra sets so that I never have to sleep on rough sheets again. Remember it’s all about ME.

I love when we get to fall back and change our clocks in October. Is this non-daylight savings time? Hmmm… Anyway, I love that when I get home it is dusk and then shortly thereafter DARK and I don’t have to feel guilty about putting my pajamas on the moment I walk in the door from work. I mean being dark at least justifies the fact that I have my pajamas on at 5:30 pm every day...

I love shoes. I am a certifiable shoe-aholic. I don’t even care that some pairs sitting in my closet only get worn maybe once a year, they are cute and they are mine. Imelda Marcus had nothing on me!

And finally, I love Eskimo Pies. Not the imitation ones, nobody can match the mouth watering sensation and smooth, creamy ice cream of an Eskimo Pie. Not Blue Bell, not the store brand, not even Dove. They all suck in comparison to the Eskimo Pie.

Now for the six blogs I love. Honestly there are so many more than six, how do I even choose six? This is so unfair and unjust to make me pick six when I love so many. This rule sucks. To solve this problem, I went to my trusty method of making my trusty assistant draw them out of a hat. I wrote all of the blogs that I follow and LOVE on little scraps of paper and told her to pick out six. I bet sometimes she thinks I am just a demented total weirdo when I make her do these things when she has absolutely no idea what I am doing.

So here they are in no certain order:
Becca, Jaysey, mommaof4, MIA Betsy, Meg and Joisey.

Monday, October 27, 2008

Rode Hard And Put Up Wet...

For those of you NOT from Texas that saying is frequently used when you see a woman that looks like, well, it looks like she was rode hard and put up wet? I am thinking that I probably look a little like that today.

But PTL they are gone. God bless all the mothers in the world with multiples, just as long as you keep them and don't ask me to E.V.E.R. babysit for you. I am WAY too old to handle that sort of thing anymore.

Everything was times TWO. Two trips to the potty, pull down two sets of pants, wipe two butts, pull up two pair of pants. Four socks, four shoes, two cups of juice, two cups of milk, no I want chocolate, we don't have chocolate, my Mommy has chocolate, Good For Your Mommy...

Two kids to tie down in the car seats, which by the way have changed a great deal in the past fifteen years and you need a certified mechanics license to figure those suckers out. But everywhere you go, two in the car seats, two out of the car seats, two back in the car seats, two back out of the car seats...

Thank goodness I had the good sense not to drink this weekend, but then again maybe that would have helped.

But they're gone! YIPPEE! My house looks like someone threw in a few sticks of dynamite, but they're gone. Phewww...

Jane gave me some kind of chore or award or something to do with the number 6, but that's going to have to wait until my brain is functioning again or I have finished my pitcher of cosmos...

Friday, October 24, 2008

Worn Slick...

Okay, so I'm trying to figure out that Blogger stuff versus this Spaces stuff and it ain't as easy as I would like it to be. So I am updating both with the same crap. For the time being anyway... Feel free to comment wherever you like. You can comment anonymously on Blogger, just sign your name so I know it's you.

Finally got a call back from the cardiologist on C3. It appears that the total percentage of extra heart beats is less than it was 2 years ago, but, (always a but, isn't there?) this time there were a few instances of 2 extra heart beats in a row and a couple of instances of 3 extra heart beats in a row. "Don't be alarmed though." WTF? This is his heart we are talking about, don't be alarmed? Anyway, she said since he isn't having any symptoms we should probably just check him again in a year, but if he developed symptoms then we would probably be referred to a more 'specialized cardiologist'. "Don't be alarmed though." WTF? So I asked her what exactly are the 'symptoms' I am supposed to be looking for? They would consist of dizziness, passing out, heart palpitations or in other words - a friggin heart attack at 15! "Don't be alarmed though." One more time - WTF? Seriously, I'm not supposed to be alarmed?

In other C3 news, we won our football game again last night, which makes us still UNDEFEATED! Doing the happy dance... Two more games to go...

C2 went to the doctor yesterday, we had to re-schedule last weeks due to his 'flu' (more like he didn't want to get his ass out of bed). We finally got to discuss the issues of the shoulder and don't pass out here, because you guessed it, not good. He will now have to undergo nerve testing, which my understanding is that they place needles into various 'nerves' and then shoot electric currents through them to see which nerves are working and which are not or some shit like that. Rumor has it that this is not an enjoyable experience so I think I will skip that appointment... Unfortunately his muscles have atrophied and he has no strength in that arm/shoulder but has begun having shooting pains down his back and arm, thus the nerve testing. I know this really isn't a crisis, it just seems like a never ending marathon nightmare that won't stop.

C1 called me last night claiming that he was 'dying'. He has a cold. Told him he'd better get off his ass and go get some advil and cold medicine because I had no intention of driving all that way to help him out. He whined some more and said, "I will die alone in my apartment and you don't care." I told him that if I hadn't heard from him in like 5 days I'd drive out and check on him. He said, "Call first to make sure I'm really dead..." Loser.

I got suckered into watching my twin 3 year old nieces this weekend. Actually only Sunday afternoon through Monday early evening. However I received an email from my sister with 'instructions' on taking care of her children. TWO FULL TYPE WRITTEN PAGES!

Just for shits and giggles here are just a few of the highlights:

7:30am wake/potty/dress/eat breakfast/brush teeth/brush or fix hair
9:30am snack/potty
11:30am or 12:00pm eat lunch/potty
1:00pm QUIET TIME or NAP
2:00-3:00pm wake/potty/ snack/watch TV
5:30pm Dinner
7:30pm medicine/potty/Bath/pajamas + lotion/dry hair
8:30pm potty/bed

For the love of GAWD, did she think I wouldn't remember to let them pee every once in awhile?

If they want a drink between meals, they must stay in the kitchen. If at the park or on the go during snack time, they can have “goldfish” and water from a water bottle. They do not snack or drink in the car.

If you choose fast food (McDonalds or Chick-Fila), pick chicken nuggets and fruit. They can have fries but not a lot. Mary can have chocolate milk. Theresa will choose white milk.

We are SO going through the drive through at McDonalds and ordering a hamburger happy meal and they are going to eat those french fries in the back of the car with their MOUNTAIN DEW!

Bath time:
They sit on potty first
Fill with lukewarm water (90-100 degrees) to belly button. Wash body and hair, and really wash behind ears!
Drain soapy water and use cup to rinse with fresh water.

WTF? I have to test the friggin water? Thank the Lord that she told me how to bathe them because I have NEVER bathed a child before. And GAWD forbid we forget that damn potty thing again...

And my ALL time favorite:

Things to Note:
I have extra outfits packed. Just choose based on the weather.
Leader of the day (MWF – Mary & TTH Sat – Theresa) Sunday –GOD is leader
Mary has to have the purple sippy cup
Theresa likes peanut butter no jelly and Mary prefers Nutella sandwiches.
When Mary wants a “jelly” sandwich, she means Nutella sandwich spread
I suggest having them pick a timeout spot when they get settled in.
Please use timeout if necessary, and you can spank if you have to.
They are in a hitting phase, and they usually admit it. Automatic timeout.
Ask often if they need to go potty, but make them go every 2 hours or before a big activity.
They prefer dresses right now. Mary prefers brown and Theresa pink, but they can choose.
The girls are capable of using manners, so ask them to do it for you as well.
Mary tends to whine, you can say “You’re using a whine, try asking in a nice way.” or (my favorite), “Excuse me? I don’t understand Whinese.”

Shit, that POTTY thing again! These kids must spend 6 hours a day in the bathroom!

Go ahead and laugh your ass off, I am... Damn, now I have to pee...

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Under Construction

I have NO earthly idea what I am doing here so please bare with me during construction...