Weekend Update with...

eh, just me.

Friday's parade got rained out and rescheduled for this Wednesday. I keep hearing differing reports as to whether it's going to be on the "Best Bank" or the East Bank. We did make it to Alla today, which is not one of my favorite parades. Today reminded me why. It dragged on and on and on. Jeepers - 10 floats of maids. Ugh. The kids were bored until the "real" floats came by. I got my Harry Lee magnet!!! I didn't even know they would have them this year - yay!!! I have one extra one I might try to get onto Craig's List to see if someone would trade me a 2008 for a Harry Lee buddah (don't know what year). That's the one I really wanted and didn't get.

In other parade news, Ian's going to have a school chum over for Thursday's parades. Friday looks to go as planned. Saturday I may have a glitch. The Hannah Montana movie is out for one week only. If I can get tickets I may take BB. Only BB. (*cough, need babysitter, cough*) But as of today Moviewatcher doesn't have next weeks movies up yet. Sunday I assume will go as planned. Ian's friend may come. H2 and GF may come. I really need to talk to the other people in our "annual group" and see if they're plans have changed this year or if we're business as usual. Monday I have to work but will not miss Orpheus - that's one of my faves too. Although, I heard a rumor they're having financial issues, I hope that's not the case.

Here's one you haven't seen in a while - BB's Quote of the Day: Bridget was in the living room with her dolls all spread around. J walks by and grabs a few just to mess with her. "Daddy," she yells, "I was having a press conference!"

Oh, I think M has a black-ish eye (more red and puffy). Suspicious circumstances - BB says she "slid" on her face on the carpet. Whatever that means. I also noticed at bathtime she has a 3 inch scratch on her tummy. All I know is she was playing with BB, started crying a "real" cry - you moms know what I mean- I consoled her and put her down for a nap, and when she woke up she had a wonky eye and a scratched belly. Hmmmm....

I play by my own rules.

I've been tagged. There are a bunch of rules, but since the only blogs I know are family blogs, I'm not following the rules. So, here you go:

1. I have giant feet - before I had Molly I wore a 9 1/2, after Molly I'm now in a 10.

2. Ever since I read Anne of Green Gables I've wished I was a redhead.

3. My secret love is refinishing furniture but I never have time to do it.

4. I married my high-school sweetheart (love ya' babe).

5. When I was a kid, when we would go to Disney, I would sit on the Monorail and pretend I didn't understand the announcements in English.

6. I think it would be fun to be hypnotized.

7. When I was a kid, I would cover my ears before flushing the toilet. Yes, that's right, I could cover both ears AND flush at the same time. Try it.

Hope that was random enough for ya'.

Can you hear me now?

This is gonna be cool. Pepsi is not my drink of choice (I'm a diet coke kinda gal), but I hope it works out for them. I think it's a great story!

Also, I'm wondering if I can do this. Anyone who's spent any amount of time with me knows about the airplane that flies over our house every 6 minutes. Sometimes early morning (I'm talking 6 am, folks!) or late in the evening, weekdays, weekends, etc. Sometimes they fly really, really low, and everytime I hear them come closer I'm sure they're gonna hit the house and it's a real effort to stop myself from gathering the husband and kids up with me into one room so that if we die at least we'll all be together. I assume it's a flight school which makes me even more nervous. I have no idea where to begin looking into who to call to complain, so I just seethe silently and wait for the next fly-over.

Since no one else wants to entertain me, I'll entertain you for a while:

First of all, this. That's just wrong.

Then there's this. That's pretty messed up.

Then, take a look at this. WTF?

Okay, this is weird. Can you get that from a hotel glass? (images here)

Okay, I know SIL(H) already did this, but I couldn't resist:

So, believe it or not, I have to go and look up Disney Princess Breakfast info for my boss! I love my job!

Senseless Sensibility

Am I crazy for wanting this? The book, eh, whatever - it's the action figure I want. While I admit, it is cool (to a big nerdy book lover like myself) I'm wondering what's next - Bridget Jones action figure? Thelma and Louise action figures? I was going to make a Hillary Clinton joke, but here you go. PBS is having a Jane Austen marathon but I have missed the first few. I see on the above-referenced link that the episodes are for sale, and just found the schedule (Sundays, channel 12, 9pm) - but also found THIS!!!! Oh yeah, baby - VIP all the way!!!!!

I tried posting this the other day but our internet was down at work (you mean I'm supposed to work at work? Hmmm...novel concept.) - watch the whole thing! I am really grossed out! You can't tell me that no one noticed that many glasses not being washed (#of glasses/room (x) # of rooms occupied). It's a cost-saving thing I'm sure (save on water and glasses and soap and labor costs/time) and they pretend they don't know until it's "exposed" on TV. Yuck! I am bringing my own in 2009. Your welcome for posting it BEFORE your trip to Dallas and not after!!!

Game on!!!

Well, our cancelled dinner was un-cancelled, so we did not go to the parade but instead had a wonderful dinner with ChiaMomandPop (Happy Belated Birthday to you both). While at dinner, we were discussing recent blog posts and this came up again. After much discussion, I have made this decision: When I die, if I am cremated I want my ashes here. If I'm not cremated, I guess my loved ones will just have to hurry and cut off a finger or two before they shut the coffin and drop them off during their next visit.

While we were at dinner, H2 kindly stopped by after work to check on the kids for us. While he was at the house, BB asked for dessert, which H2 knew she was not supposed to have, so he said no. She threatened to call H2's GF and tell her he sleeps with teddy bears. Ok, he thinks, and gives BB the phone. "GF," BB says, "H2 is cheating on you with his old GF-A". Holy shit - DJ grabs the phone and says it's not true, etc., etc. Luckily for him GF is pretty confident and knows what BB says is not true. I don't even know where to go with this. I talked to BB for quite some time this morning explaining why that wasn't funny and was actually pretty mean. She cried and cried and wrote an apology letter (and picture) to GF. The whole thing was about food - H2 wouldn't give her food, so she decided to fuck with him in a major way. But she's 6 years old!!! This is the kind of crap a teenager would pull, not a 6-year-old. So I'm upset that she did it, and upset it was about food. I just can't articulate all the scenarios going through my mind. I mean, we always joked about her being the Antichrist, and she's been so good lately, but Damn! I just don't know. I'm worried that throughout her life BB will come up with stuff like this. I feel sorry for her "enemies" when she's a teenager, 'cause she's brutal.

I've just escaped from one of Dante's circles of hell -the 10th circle - the Mardi Gras shoebox float circle - specifically "Mardi Gras Mermaids" and I must say it looks pretty good. We made pipe-cleaner palm trees w/coconuts (hot-glued mardi gras beads) and we even made tiny necklaces to hang in the trees (a nod to St. Charles Avenue). We put some crabs and fish and of course Little Mermaid on the display. I'll try to get a picture.

And, finally, I've got to go to work tomorrow but my whole family is off! Waaa! It's okay though, I don't mind too much...we had a lot of days off over the holidays so I can't really complain. And the babysitter is back from her 3 week vacation. Yay, life is back to normal!!!

Take me for a ride in your car, car*

Had a delicious Sahara Bread dinner with Chiamomandpop last night. Yummy! On the way home we stopped at a red light and BAM, (well, really more of a bump) the car behind us hit us. Not hard, a hard tap really, but did crack one of my rear lights. The guy was really apologetic and kept trying to hand us $20, but we ended up pulling over and getting his info. No one was hurt, but it was rainy and wet, so we were all in a rush to go home. J looked up the part online and it's pretty cheap, hopefully installing it will be easy too.

Just when I think they're gonna fire me for playing on the internet all day - along comes a buttload of work (thank God!!). I worked through lunch Thursday and Friday, so I'm always a happier woman when I've got stuff to do. Billable hours, people!!

Nothing else going on, just wanted to say hi!!! Oh, since Mom and Dad had to cancel, we might be headed out to our first parade of the season tonight - yay!!!

*anybody know who did that one?

Baby Love

"IAN!!! IAN!!! IanIanIanIan!!!" Those are Molly's favorite words. She loves her some Ian. She wants him to hold her and play with her and talk to her. Lately she's been asking for him before she gets out of her crib in the morning. She is in L-O-V-E. I know she is too small to remember it, but I hope when Ian gets older that he remembers this "hero worship". He's growing up so fast. I don't see him as often as I'd like to, he spends a lot of time in his room (as every teenager alive does). As he grows older, I wonder if he remembers the stuff we did when he was little. The soccer practices, learning to ride a bike (I still haven't taught BB to do that yet), fish frys at the KC hall, watching Star Trek in my bed together while Daddy worked nights, birthday parties (I think Laser Tag was the most fun!), going to feed the ducks at Brechtel Park; the older he gets the harder it is to remember when he was small. This weekend might be a good weekend to pull out the photos. When he was small, I was the major presence in his life, but now that he is older and has two younger sisters pulling my time and attention away, J has stepped into that role. And that's a good thing - a boy needs his father to be a role model, but I miss spending time with him. I wonder if he knows how much I love him, that I'm proud of him, and how badly I want for him to be happy. I think he does, but with teenagers you never know. Even though he's a teenager, he's still my baby.

His name is Batman. He lives in a Lair.

Every morning when I drop BB off at school, she comes around to my side of the car and looks in the mirror to see if she has any crumbs on her face. (Because I am a bad mother, I usually give her breakfast in the car) Today, she looks in the mirror, sees no crumbs, then turns to me, chin up, nostrils flared, and says:

"Any bats in the cave?"

It wouldn't be Catholic school without:

Raffle tickets. If anyone is interested they're $1 each (we need to sell 50). 1st prize is $1500, 2nd prize is $300, 3rd prize is $200.00. Deadline and drawing is January 23. Once again I put myself at your mercy!