Wednesday, February 27, 2008
gee-tar skills. Call me or email if you wanna come, and I'll be sure not to be in my underwear when I answer the door.
Here's my email, but write it with no spaces. sheyenne alvarez at yahoo . com And change the 'at' to an @. Hope I see someone tonight. (Please be my friends!)
Friday, February 22, 2008
I can't stand icky squishy gooey raw meat of the non-slab variety. (Steaks and pork chops I can handle). I don't want to touch it or have it touch me in any way. When I buy family packs of ground beef I have been known to go so far as to promise special "favors" ,(ahem), to my husband to get him to separate it into smaller portions so I don't have to touch it.
Sooo, the other night I wanted to make meatballs, but as I contemplated whether it was worth the full-on meat to skin contact I would have to make to get them, I had a stroke of brilliance. My daughter loves goo and muck and slime. The more disgusting it is, the more she likes it. Why hadn't this occurred to me before? "Gabby!" I called. "Do you want to make meatballs? You can squish the meat in your fingers and pretend it's brains!" When she heard the word 'brains', she was all over it. And thus, we had very yummy, very well combined meatballs. Sometimes I'm so smart I scare myself.
Monday, February 18, 2008
So there I was, sitting at the computer while the bathroom, and then the walk-in closet, was flooding. Flooding to the point where it seeped through the floor boards in the closet and started to drain into the vent and leak into the dining room downstairs. The dining room with my new wood floors. That aren't supposed to get wet.
So I'm sitting here relaxing and listening to the water run in the bathroom, blissfully unaware that anything of that nature was going on, when I hear Dario frantically screaming at me from downstairs. He's screaming at me to shut of the water and get towels. ALL of the towels!
Needless to say, we had a little situation on our hands. The carpet and padding in the closet were sopping wet. We had to clear everything out of the closet,rip up the carpet, and remove the padding. Then I called a ton of water restoration places and got quotes to dry it all out. The damage? $625. And that's after taking the lowest quote and talking another guy down based on that. And, we have to listen to these huge fans blowing for 3 days probably.
And that, my friends, is not very awesome.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
When I was little, it was a much bigger production. We made our own valentine boxes and had a contest that was judged by our teacher. We got to sit wherever we wanted and played all kinds of games. I think the whole last half of the day following lunch was dedicated to the party actually. And there was so much preparation ahead of time by the kids.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
From an ad for Bowflex:
"I gave all my FAT clothes to my FAT friends."
I don't think he's going to have any friends left after that. hehe
Sunday, February 10, 2008
3 Reason I love you, Roman
You give me as many hugs and kisses as I want. And good ones too. You hold on long and tight and snuggle and rub and caress and rub noses with me.
You love to be with me, even if it's just doing the dishes or sitting next to me on the couch watching cartoons.
Your smile. It can be happy, or hammy, or shy, but it's always sweet.
I love you, Roman.
Friday, February 8, 2008
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Monday, February 4, 2008
Why can't my kids just leave midgets alone? (Was that incredibly un-PC? Okay, I know it was. I just like the word "midget". It's fun to say. I told you I was mean.) Anyway, I've had my fun. Back on topic. Why can't my kids just leave little people alone?
Tonight me and the kids went to HEB to buy some ice cream (because I made chocolate fudge muffins which must be eaten warm with vanilla ice cream), and there was a lady working there who was "of small stature". (Seriously, I don't even know if that is PC or not, but I'm trying....) Roman saw her and immediately started pointing and shouting- seriously, SHOUTING- "Mom! LooooK! Looook at her! She's little Mommy! Loooook! LoooooooooooK!" And I'm trying to calm him down and stop the scene he's making by gently saying, "Yes, I know honey. She's small. Shhh. Yes. I know. I know," which is not working at all because he's so excited. Then Gabby claps her hand over his mouth and gives the loudest "SSHHHHHHH!" she can muster, which, although good intentioned, made the scene that much worse. I just tried to act cool as could be while I hustled everyone outside. What else can you do?
And as usual, this is a repeat of a similar, but worse, episode I had a couple of years ago. (Much like the tooth fairy incident repeat. I'm starting to see a pattern here. I'm not sure what to make of this....) Ironically enough, this one was also in the HEB. I was with little Dario when we stopped in the meat section. Right across the aisle from us was a small gentleman, who also paused to look at some things. Now this was right after we had watched "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" in the movie theater. (Can you see where this is headed people?) Dario looked across the aisle and his eyes got wide and he says, (not shouting luckily, but seriously the guy was 3 feet away from us and there's no way he couldn't hear) "Mom. Look! There's an Oompa-Loompa! Look!" I was mortified, but again, trying to keep my cool and knowing this man could hear but was politely pretending he couldn't, I said, "No son. He's just a regular man. He's just short." But Dario insisted. He was absolutely sure of himself. "NO, Mom. Look. Right there. THAT man. It's an Oompa-Loompa. It IS! LOOK!" I repeated myself again a couple of times before he would believe me and let it go. Then I quickly, (but not too quickly as to make the guy think I was trying to leave quickly), hustled my cart and my kid far away into the dairy section. Again, what're ya gonna do?