So this whole thing with Nathan and the ant is driving me nuts!! Every five minutes he comes running up to me, crying and whining about there being bugs on him, when clearly there is not. I think I'm going to have to endure more screaming and give him a bath (he abhors taking a bath and sounds like we're killing a cat when he's in there), and hope that it works with the bug crawling on him factor. I feel bad for him, because I know he's freaked out (that's how I get too), but it is making me crazy to have him come whining every couple of minutes sticking random body parts in my face screaming, make that wailing that there is a bug on it. I don't know if he expects me to kiss it, or smack the pretend bug away, hahaha...
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! that's my cyber scream, my kid is making me coo-coo LOL! Poor baby!!
Just venting, ignore me!
Thursday, April 10, 2008
random things
So I discovered that Nathan is afraid of bugs (much like his mommy). There was an ant crawling on his arm, which Nicholas knocked off and killed for him (what's funny - is last year Nicholas was afraid of bugs, he thought ants were spiders). Nathan must have felt buggy after that, because he was freaking out, wanted his shirt off, wouldn't let me put clothes on him, wanted his diaper off, he thought there were bugs everywhere. Nicholas thought it was hilarious! I, then told Nick "Do you remember when you were afraid of bugs." He laughed and said yes. Guess I'm not the only one, eh?
I was outside yesterday and noticed that my flowers are blooming (tuplips aren't up yet), I'm so excited!! I always thought I had a black thumb, but this is proving me wrong. But than again, how hard is to transplant flowers and making sure the bulbs are underground. Of course they are going to grow. But I'm still excited! They are very pretty. Don't remember what they are called maybe crocus, not sure. They are pink, purple and white and apparently last year I planted them in a pretty pattern, because they actually go around the tree planter bed, pink, purple white, pink, purple white.
I'm just so excited, can't you tell? I love flowers, especially tulips, can't wait until I start to see those coming up!!
I was outside yesterday and noticed that my flowers are blooming (tuplips aren't up yet), I'm so excited!! I always thought I had a black thumb, but this is proving me wrong. But than again, how hard is to transplant flowers and making sure the bulbs are underground. Of course they are going to grow. But I'm still excited! They are very pretty. Don't remember what they are called maybe crocus, not sure. They are pink, purple and white and apparently last year I planted them in a pretty pattern, because they actually go around the tree planter bed, pink, purple white, pink, purple white.
I'm just so excited, can't you tell? I love flowers, especially tulips, can't wait until I start to see those coming up!!
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
I think I just lost ten years of my life!
I was downstairs this morning throwing some laundry in the washer, when I picked up some wet towels and what did I see under all those towels? A HUGE, black, hairy, freaky looking SPIDER!!! I was freaked and I think I lost a few years of my life. You know like one of those freak attacks. I wonder if a person has enough of those, would it eventually kill them. You know, like scare them to death.
I saw this spider and my skin began to crawl. It just sat there on the floor. So I hurry up and jump on the sucker. Yes, literally jumped up, then down right on top of it. And the damn thing had to nerve to stick to the bottom of my slipper (which by the way, have hard soles, so don't worry I don't have spider parts on the bottom of my slipper). So I'm down there trying to scrape it into the garbage can, and it's legs are moving. And all I could think of was this thing is calling for back up or something. The next time I go down there, there will be ten more of the suckers. LOL!
I'm sure (at least I hope) that's not true. But the laundry is going to have to wait until I get the courage to go back down there. I still can't believe I jumped on it and killed it, instead of running around like a nut and getting Rich to come and kill it for me. Which is what I usually do, wait for the boys or Rich to get it for me. That's their job anyway, isn't? I still remember the time when Rich and I were first married. I was taking a shower in the upstairs bathroom and he was down in the livingroom. I saw a spider crawling down the wall and I started screaming bloody murder. Rich ran up the stairs and practically knocked the door down to get in the bathroom. He was kinda mad that I made him come running over a spider, but he killed it for me and he's been doing it ever since. Every once in a while I will get brave enough to kill one myself. But that's not very often and it always leaves me shaking and freaking out for hours afterwards.
Oh well, it's been a couple of hours now, I think it's safe to do some more laundry. So I'll be venturing downstairs, hoping and praying that I don't have another encounter with a spider, LOL! Oh and if you want another good spider story, there's one in my archives, actually there are probably a few LOL!
I saw this spider and my skin began to crawl. It just sat there on the floor. So I hurry up and jump on the sucker. Yes, literally jumped up, then down right on top of it. And the damn thing had to nerve to stick to the bottom of my slipper (which by the way, have hard soles, so don't worry I don't have spider parts on the bottom of my slipper). So I'm down there trying to scrape it into the garbage can, and it's legs are moving. And all I could think of was this thing is calling for back up or something. The next time I go down there, there will be ten more of the suckers. LOL!
I'm sure (at least I hope) that's not true. But the laundry is going to have to wait until I get the courage to go back down there. I still can't believe I jumped on it and killed it, instead of running around like a nut and getting Rich to come and kill it for me. Which is what I usually do, wait for the boys or Rich to get it for me. That's their job anyway, isn't? I still remember the time when Rich and I were first married. I was taking a shower in the upstairs bathroom and he was down in the livingroom. I saw a spider crawling down the wall and I started screaming bloody murder. Rich ran up the stairs and practically knocked the door down to get in the bathroom. He was kinda mad that I made him come running over a spider, but he killed it for me and he's been doing it ever since. Every once in a while I will get brave enough to kill one myself. But that's not very often and it always leaves me shaking and freaking out for hours afterwards.
Oh well, it's been a couple of hours now, I think it's safe to do some more laundry. So I'll be venturing downstairs, hoping and praying that I don't have another encounter with a spider, LOL! Oh and if you want another good spider story, there's one in my archives, actually there are probably a few LOL!
Monday, April 07, 2008
Nathan, the Helper
Nathan, God love him, is the sweetest little boy, ever! I just love him to pieces.
We went to a doctor's office recently and they had a bird aviary there. Nathan fell in love with those birds! He ran back and forth with the birds as they flew around. He knew he had to be quiet, so he kept looking at me, shooshing me and those around him. He really loves animals. It shows in the way he cares for his stuffed puppy and teddy bears. He lines them all up in a row on the couch and cuddles up with them as he watches cartoons. He tries to give them sips of his milk or bites of his food. He just wants to make sure they get attention and love, and making sure they aren't hungry. He is always kissing them and making everyone else kiss them. It really is just the sweetest, most adorable thing you have ever seen.
He always watches the other kids feed the dog, the fish, the cat. He watches them and their dad give the dog and cat little treats and things. He always wants to help. And he gets the biggest smile on his face when he hands the cat or dog a treat. So watching and doing all this, he knows exactly what food goes to what animal. And he knows where we keep the food and treats. Being as he's a toddler, he's into everything. And I'm not always there to follow his every move, as I have other things to do too.
About a week ago, Nathan must have decided the cat was hungry, because I found two empty containers of cat treats on the floor. Which by the way, were filled to the top. He had pushed a chair over to the top of the dresser where we sometimes keep the treats. And apparently fed the cat. The next thing I know the cat throws up in about ten different piles on the floor. I hate the cat, I make Amanda and Rich clean the litter box, I just won't go near it. So here I am cleaning up cat puke all day. Did I mention that I hate the cat?
Two days later, I walk into the kitchen, only to see millions of fish flake food floating all over the tank and a chair pushed up to the counter where the food was kept and another chair pushed in front of the tank. I immediately go get Rich, since the tank and fish are his babies. We come to find out that Nathan dumped three cansisters of flake food out in the tank. So for the past two days, we have been cleaning the fish tank. Scooping up what food we can out with a net and using a hose to suck out the rest.
What a mess! And poor little Nathan, God love him, he just wanted to make sure his little buddies didn't go hungry! See, he really is the sweetest little boy, ever!
We went to a doctor's office recently and they had a bird aviary there. Nathan fell in love with those birds! He ran back and forth with the birds as they flew around. He knew he had to be quiet, so he kept looking at me, shooshing me and those around him. He really loves animals. It shows in the way he cares for his stuffed puppy and teddy bears. He lines them all up in a row on the couch and cuddles up with them as he watches cartoons. He tries to give them sips of his milk or bites of his food. He just wants to make sure they get attention and love, and making sure they aren't hungry. He is always kissing them and making everyone else kiss them. It really is just the sweetest, most adorable thing you have ever seen.
He always watches the other kids feed the dog, the fish, the cat. He watches them and their dad give the dog and cat little treats and things. He always wants to help. And he gets the biggest smile on his face when he hands the cat or dog a treat. So watching and doing all this, he knows exactly what food goes to what animal. And he knows where we keep the food and treats. Being as he's a toddler, he's into everything. And I'm not always there to follow his every move, as I have other things to do too.
About a week ago, Nathan must have decided the cat was hungry, because I found two empty containers of cat treats on the floor. Which by the way, were filled to the top. He had pushed a chair over to the top of the dresser where we sometimes keep the treats. And apparently fed the cat. The next thing I know the cat throws up in about ten different piles on the floor. I hate the cat, I make Amanda and Rich clean the litter box, I just won't go near it. So here I am cleaning up cat puke all day. Did I mention that I hate the cat?
Two days later, I walk into the kitchen, only to see millions of fish flake food floating all over the tank and a chair pushed up to the counter where the food was kept and another chair pushed in front of the tank. I immediately go get Rich, since the tank and fish are his babies. We come to find out that Nathan dumped three cansisters of flake food out in the tank. So for the past two days, we have been cleaning the fish tank. Scooping up what food we can out with a net and using a hose to suck out the rest.
What a mess! And poor little Nathan, God love him, he just wanted to make sure his little buddies didn't go hungry! See, he really is the sweetest little boy, ever!
Guess what I woke up to this morning!
Oh I bet you are thinking all kinds of horrible things aren't you? Well, actually it was something very surprising and really sweet.
I have been bitching for weeks that no one helps with the laundry, the kids especially. I am having such a hard time keeping up with things when I'm working so much (another bitchy vent that I have). I know that's surprising when you realize that I have two sets of washers and dryers. But yes, I still get behind. Mostly because the kids don't put their clean clothes away correctly. Now I could easily solve that problem, by putting their clothes away for them, but I'm their mother, not their maid. I don't think it will kill them to put their own damn clothes away.
Usually their clothes (mainly the boys do this) end up on the floor of their closets, on top of the dressers, instead of in the dressers, etc, etc. Now that they are on the floor, they are dirty again, right? I really hate that. Let me tell you how much fun it is finding clothes with hangers still attached, socks still put together, jeans still folded, in the laundry room. Waiting for me to come along and wash them all over again. I really hate washing clean clothes, wasting water, detergent, money, my time.
Plus, Amanda is always whinning about how she doesn't have any clean clothes. It's really annoying when it's coming from a teenager, believe me. I keep telling her to stop crying about it and just help me. And if she won't help me, than she shouldn't be whinning about it. It makes me crazy!
So anyway, I woke up today and went down to the laundry room, like I do most of my mornings, to start a couple of loads. When what do I see? Amanda with Zachary washing clothes, putting clothes in the dryer and sorting out the remaining clothes. I was so thrilled, I threw my arms around Amanda and thanked her profusely. It was so nice and wonderful walking back upstairs without a laundry basket in my arms. And when I got to the top of the stairs, starring at me from the couch were three baskets of folded laundry.
I'm grateful my girl listened, I really am. However, I'm beginning to wonder just what this kid wants from me, LOL! Everything is usually attached with a price when my kids are involved!
I have been bitching for weeks that no one helps with the laundry, the kids especially. I am having such a hard time keeping up with things when I'm working so much (another bitchy vent that I have). I know that's surprising when you realize that I have two sets of washers and dryers. But yes, I still get behind. Mostly because the kids don't put their clean clothes away correctly. Now I could easily solve that problem, by putting their clothes away for them, but I'm their mother, not their maid. I don't think it will kill them to put their own damn clothes away.
Usually their clothes (mainly the boys do this) end up on the floor of their closets, on top of the dressers, instead of in the dressers, etc, etc. Now that they are on the floor, they are dirty again, right? I really hate that. Let me tell you how much fun it is finding clothes with hangers still attached, socks still put together, jeans still folded, in the laundry room. Waiting for me to come along and wash them all over again. I really hate washing clean clothes, wasting water, detergent, money, my time.
Plus, Amanda is always whinning about how she doesn't have any clean clothes. It's really annoying when it's coming from a teenager, believe me. I keep telling her to stop crying about it and just help me. And if she won't help me, than she shouldn't be whinning about it. It makes me crazy!
So anyway, I woke up today and went down to the laundry room, like I do most of my mornings, to start a couple of loads. When what do I see? Amanda with Zachary washing clothes, putting clothes in the dryer and sorting out the remaining clothes. I was so thrilled, I threw my arms around Amanda and thanked her profusely. It was so nice and wonderful walking back upstairs without a laundry basket in my arms. And when I got to the top of the stairs, starring at me from the couch were three baskets of folded laundry.
I'm grateful my girl listened, I really am. However, I'm beginning to wonder just what this kid wants from me, LOL! Everything is usually attached with a price when my kids are involved!
Friday, April 04, 2008
Just sharing a cute website
I found this website a few years ago. But then our computer crashed and I forgot all about it. A few weeks ago, I was bored and wanted to play some on-line games. Some reason, jig saw puzzles came to my mind and I googled (I love google) puzzles and found the website I had lost all those years ago. Anyway, I love it there are hundreds of puzzles to chose from. You can even take a picture of your own and make it into a puzzle. My kids loved it too. So if you're bored, like puzzles and want to check out something new, here you go....www.jigzone.com
Have fun!
Have fun!
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Uh, what's that on your neck?
Okay, so let me just start by saying that Rich (my adoring hubby) can get a little aggressive sometimes. But I think that's one of the things I love about him. During our "happy fun time" he gave me a whittle present, LOL!
And yep, I had to work the next two days. So color me a newer, brighter shade of RED!!! Oh well, it was fun getting it. But I have to say it's more than awkward walking around with one when you're 35 as oppossed to when you are a teenager. Let me just say!!
Okay, where's my turtlenecks??!!
And yep, I had to work the next two days. So color me a newer, brighter shade of RED!!! Oh well, it was fun getting it. But I have to say it's more than awkward walking around with one when you're 35 as oppossed to when you are a teenager. Let me just say!!
Okay, where's my turtlenecks??!!
Monday, March 03, 2008
Anthony's birthday
My oldest son is 14 today! I can't believe he is getting to be so "grown up" and tall. He is taller than me and gaining on his dad. It's weird yelling at him when he's taller than me. I usually just end up laughing at him instead. But I love him, so I think I'll keep him.
Just wanted to say Happy Birthday to my boy!!
Just wanted to say Happy Birthday to my boy!!
Saturday, March 01, 2008
This can't be good
I should preface this, but that might just prove to be too embarrassing, especially after you hear this one.
I come home from work tonight. My mother's husband is up and wandering around, getting a drink and watching tv. When I first walk in the door, I notice on the steps in plain view something white. Upon further notice, it's underwear. MY UNDERWEAR (must have fallen out of the basket, when Sarah was taking the clean clothes upstairs). Now this might be different it if were someone else's, but nope it's mine. So I try to be discreet and scoop them up with my purse and coat and proceed to walk up the steps. Then I just plop all the items on the couch on top of a laundry basket of clothes.
Then after he and the kids go to sleep, I walk into the kitchen to try and clean up the mess. As I'm sweeping the floor, I see a tampon wrapper. I think Oh God, when Anthony emptied the bathroom trash, the wrapper must have blown off while he was walking to the kitchen. No big deal, but I'm feeling the heat. Red faced, I go about finishing the floor when what do my wondering eyes do I see, but a tampon applicator right on the floor. When Anthony emptied the trash some of it must have fallen on the floor. This all makes a pretty picture, doesn't it? Man, I hope nobody else was as observant as me.
Totally reminds of me of the time, when Amanda and Anthony were little. We had some guy come by and measure windows. We were getting replacement windows. Well, I didn't think anything of it, when I told the man what windows needed measured and pointed in the direction of the rooms. When he came out of the kids room, his face was alittle red and I thought he must be hot or something. After the man leaves, I walk down the hallway to the bathroom and just happen to look into the kids room. Oh, you can guess what I saw lying on the floor. It was a whole bag of maxi pads opened, with the tabs off the backs and sticking to the floor, the walls, the beds, dressers, etc. Then the tampons were hanging by the strings on the dresser knobs. What a sight! Funny thing, the kids were so proud of themselves and really got upset when I took it all down and yelled at them, LOL!
Talk about mortifying!!!
I come home from work tonight. My mother's husband is up and wandering around, getting a drink and watching tv. When I first walk in the door, I notice on the steps in plain view something white. Upon further notice, it's underwear. MY UNDERWEAR (must have fallen out of the basket, when Sarah was taking the clean clothes upstairs). Now this might be different it if were someone else's, but nope it's mine. So I try to be discreet and scoop them up with my purse and coat and proceed to walk up the steps. Then I just plop all the items on the couch on top of a laundry basket of clothes.
Then after he and the kids go to sleep, I walk into the kitchen to try and clean up the mess. As I'm sweeping the floor, I see a tampon wrapper. I think Oh God, when Anthony emptied the bathroom trash, the wrapper must have blown off while he was walking to the kitchen. No big deal, but I'm feeling the heat. Red faced, I go about finishing the floor when what do my wondering eyes do I see, but a tampon applicator right on the floor. When Anthony emptied the trash some of it must have fallen on the floor. This all makes a pretty picture, doesn't it? Man, I hope nobody else was as observant as me.
Totally reminds of me of the time, when Amanda and Anthony were little. We had some guy come by and measure windows. We were getting replacement windows. Well, I didn't think anything of it, when I told the man what windows needed measured and pointed in the direction of the rooms. When he came out of the kids room, his face was alittle red and I thought he must be hot or something. After the man leaves, I walk down the hallway to the bathroom and just happen to look into the kids room. Oh, you can guess what I saw lying on the floor. It was a whole bag of maxi pads opened, with the tabs off the backs and sticking to the floor, the walls, the beds, dressers, etc. Then the tampons were hanging by the strings on the dresser knobs. What a sight! Funny thing, the kids were so proud of themselves and really got upset when I took it all down and yelled at them, LOL!
Talk about mortifying!!!
Plastic wrap
I hate plastic wrap!! Well, sometimes I like it. When I get a new roll and it's still kept nice in the box. Where you can pull it out and just rip across the metal teeth.
I hate it with a passion, when after a while it starts to get all tangled up and then you can't get it off the roll right. And then you start ripping at it, pulling and twisting trying to get it to all come off together nice and neat like it did when you first bought it.
Then I hate it and want to just pitch it. But I don't. I keep it and drive myself mad trying to fix it. And it makes me really hate the stupid stuff!
I hate it with a passion, when after a while it starts to get all tangled up and then you can't get it off the roll right. And then you start ripping at it, pulling and twisting trying to get it to all come off together nice and neat like it did when you first bought it.
Then I hate it and want to just pitch it. But I don't. I keep it and drive myself mad trying to fix it. And it makes me really hate the stupid stuff!
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