Thursday, April 08, 2010

What about this?

I'm thinking of starting a new blog, one that centers around my family with pictures and videos. Something that my 3,000 mile away family can read in order to feel a part of our daily lives. Clearly this blog has reached the end of it's life, maybe I can keep up with a new one?

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Merry Christmas to all...

Our cat is a Christmas cat. He loves to play with the wrapping paper, to lay on tissue paper, and to try to catch air that appears to be moving under presents.

Between him, my husband, the kids, and the rest of my family, I can't imagine a better Holiday.

I hope everyone out there has a Holiday as wonderful as mine!

And to all a good night...

Sunday, November 23, 2008

My husband is attempting to make a cheesecake...

...and so far he has broken my mixer, stunk up the kitchen, and is now trying to mix the cream cheese with his power driver using a beater instead of a drill bit.

But I'm sure it will taste wonderful.

I love that he's trying something new, I just thought you folks might get a little chuckle out of it. I sure have.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

My Step-Son is Smarter Than Your Husband

Let's talk about the size of the hole in your toilet, shall we? It's a big hole. It doesn't move. And, if you're a man, you know that there are a couple stray drops after the flow ceases.

Still with me? Okay...I clean houses for rich people. Not "Paris Hilton" rich but, "never want for anything and take vacations to Hawaii and Europe and Fiji and own a second house in Cape Cod" rich. The men of these houses are educated individuals who are CEOs and lawyers and financial advisors. They travel in cultured circles to swanky parties and drive Porches and Mercedes and BMWs. They have wine cellars and attend black tie affairs. They have houses with more bathrooms than most people have bedrooms.

But I tell you what they have not figured out that my 9 year old step-son understands: The pee goes IN the hole. Every last drop. Not on the rim, not down the sides, not down the front to form a miniature puddle at that will dry up into a crusty yellow spot. IN THE HOLE.

Near as I can tell, my step-son is a genious.

So, as the title states, my step-son is smarter than your husband.

Wisdom from Pink

I'm not up on contemporary music. I've reached that point in life where the majority of top twenties music is just obnoxious noise. I'm don't dislike all new stuff, I'm just very selective regarding what I'll listen to. So when one of the kids in my group was doing a full body spasm and told me he was mocking the video "Disturbia" I came home and watched it on youtube. Then the surfing began.

I have an unusual sense of humor. I found this video hilarious and surprisingly meaningful (you know, for a song by a girl who has named herself after the color of her hair). I just thought I'd share it. Now, I have no idea how old it is, and maybe you've seen it a thousand times, but as I mentioned in my previous post, I don't have a TV so it's all new to me. Enjoy:

Saturday, September 06, 2008

Truthfully...I'm not all that interesting...

but...SBS has requested that I enlighten you all with 7 interesting things about myself, so, I'm going to try to come up with something. I apologize in advance if you are bored out of your skull while reading the following:

1. We don't have a TV. We sold it for 20 bucks in a garage sale this summer with our DVD/VCR player. We are both prone to television addiction and have therefore removed the temptation. And I can count on one hand the number of Seinfeld episodes I've seen. I think Jerry Seinfeld is an ass.

2. When I went to college right out of high school I intended to major in environmental science. But I had to change my major when I failed chemistry and simultaneously had calculus kick my butt.

3. I think there is a special place in hell reserved for bad tippers. They have to spend eternity serving ungrateful people who treat them like crap.

4. I was such a finicky eater when I was a kid that my diet consisted primarily of mayonnaise sandwiches, hot dogs (with the ends cut off because they looked like belly buttons), and cinnamon toast. I wouldn't touch a vegetable. Now I am a vegetarian. My mom loves to tell people all about her vegetarian daughter who wouldn't touch veggies as a kid.

5. When I was in high school I was part of the nerdy/loser kid clique. We were misfits for a variety of reasons but had fun together. Once one of my friends had a toga party...we all went to his house dressed in sheets and played stupid party games while eating the food his mom made for us. It was a riot.

6. I do this kinda nutty thing whenever I see roadkill on the side of the road. It always makes me sad so I envision it's soul and amassed knowledge being absorbed back into the earth and it's kin so that they know not to run in front of cars. Maybe one of these tidbits about me should be that I'm slightly insane?

7. My mother is legally blind. So I spent my the first part of my life bumming rides because she couldn't drive me anywhere. These days I feel guilty whenever I pass a hitchhiker. But I won't pick them up for fear they may be an axe murderer.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

I Love Wine

No. Really. I do. And coffee. I like coffee too.

I've never been much of a substance abuser. I smoked pot once in my life and it was an awful experience that need not be repeated. Shortly after my first puff I feared that the local police knew exactly what I was up too and was scared to death that my boyfriend was going to die and I was going to spend the rest of my life in jail. All this took place while my sister and best friend sat on my couch giggling uncontrollably about god knows what which just infuriated me because they simply didn't understand that the world was ENDING.

As I said, this is an experience best not repeated.

But is LEGAL. Now, before you go jumping to conclusions, and on the off chance that the mother of my step-children or her friends read this blog for some kind of validation that I am an awful influence...I must clarify that I don't drink often, and very rarely do I drink to the point of intoxication.

Now that we've got that out of the way, here's the truth: I'm kind of an uptight person. I take life a little too seriously and I suffer from more than my fair share of anxiety over relatively harmless nonsensical situations and such. Intellectually I understand that doing so makes me prone to heart attacks and the like, but tell that to the emotional portion of my brain that views its rational and intellectual counterpart as a naive moron that sounds something like the teacher in Peanuts. ("mwah mwah mwah."..if you catch my drift).
Now, I could take this opportunity to explain to you the psychological reasons that I have this 'anxiety problem' but that would bore the hell out of you and is not the point of this post.

No, the point of this post is that WINE fixes my uptightness and anxietyness. While I am not an alcoholic and am related to enough of them to steer clear of that path...I understand how people end up in that cycle. Wine makes me feel warm and happy. It makes the petty things in life exactly that...petty, and not worthy of a moment's worry. It makes me smile more and loosen up enough to just laugh.

This house purchasing process is slightly stress inducing. Today I called my sister and asked her how she stayed sane throughout the process of searching for her house and her response was that she drank more wine in that period of her life than she ever had before or after.

Now, for those of you who've never met my sister, let me explain: THAT'S SAYING SOMETHING. Because my sister, (remember, the girl giggling on the couch while the world was ENDING?!) drinks a LOT of wine. All the time. No, seriously. ALL THE TIME.

That having been said, I am not an alcoholic just because I drank a couple glasses of wine tonight. And, by the way, for those of you interested, I painted that beautiful watercolor you see above. And I may have been drunk at the time ;-)

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

There is a fog this morning which has muted all of the colors outdoors and seems to be muffling the sounds of normal early day comings and goings. My husband left early this morning for an appointment and the kids are still peacefully slumbering in their beds. The apartment is particularly quiet but for the purring of the cat who is overjoyed to have an early morning companion supplying body warmth and company.

I'm feeling a calm I haven't felt in quite a while. The pace of our lives of late has been overwhelming. I am working so much that my exhaustion and moodiness stemming from too little sleep makes me less than pleasant to be around. The stress of the fact that the children's mother is keeping the kids from us too frequently has taken a toll over the last several months. And the search for a house, recent bidding on one, and last night's phone call that our offer was accepted leaves me with mixed emotions of jubilation and terror.

This week we are vacationing, which may be defined as not working. We're relaxing, taking some family time, and not jamming our schedules with appointments and plans. So, with the kids sleeping, the cat purring, and the house quiet, my brain has been able to take a much needed and infrequently realized hiatus from constant worrying and pondering and thinking. The fog has served to blanket the frenzy of my thoughts and has forced me to just sit and be. To just enjoy the moment, to breathe, and to realize that this too shall pass. Sometimes life forces you to pause, to take a breather, to take in the majestic world around you, to see through all the crap to the beauty of any given day. And for that, and this fog, I am grateful.