Jun 24, 2009

hello? is this thing on?

Hi, remember me? I used to blog here.

I also used to read other people's blogs too.

Those were good days....way back then.....when I had time to read blogs and stalk ex-boyfriends online.

What? You don't webstalk ex-boyfriends?

Whatever.

And now I bet you're going to tell me that you never dig through the container of ice cream and eat out only the chunks, and then smooth it back out so that it looks like no one touched it, so that when Husband says, "What a rip off, this ice cream doesn't have a single peanut butter cup chunk in the whole thing!" you can just nod your head a little and say, "Well that's dumb." before you side step from the room?

I know you do - so deny it all you want. But I'm fairly certain that we're all just web-stalking chunk eaters (or at least I'm going to pretend we all are, ok?)


So, it was our first night in our new house, the kids go to bed all excited to finally be here to stay. (Lots of mini trips had been made packing and unpacking the same boxes - very confusing on kids who just want to move already.)

The boys don't want to sleep, because hey - new house. WHOOOOOO.

And then Opie decides to make a flying dive from his bed (he claims he "fell out of bed", but I have ears and an imagination, and I can measure distances, thank you very much - it was more than just an involuntary "fall.")

In short, we had our first bleeding headwound.

Crazy that I have a total of 14 years of kid experience (if you add up the ages of my four kids, that is) and we've never had a bleeding headwound. Lucky, I know.

I took him to the ER (he never ended up getting his head stapled though - which was a relief. They would have had to sedate him to get close to him with any kind of stapling apparatus - - the kid is a freak-out expert.)

We were waiting patiently for our turn at the ER when a man walked in the door. And apparently it was a night of firsts, because we then had our first child related public faux pas.

Opie flings out his little pointer finger and says, "Mommy, look at his tummy, he's FAT!"

Yes, the man heard. No, I was too chicken to turn my head and actually look at him to see his reaction.

I thought about yelling, "He hit his head, he doesn't know what he's talking about!!!!" But I figured drawing any more attention to us, would probably have been a bad idea. So I cringed and cowered to the best of my ability.

Lots-o-fun that night, I tell you.


I read a book the other day. I took a "sick day." Which is basically where I pretend I'm sick and don't do anything all day but read (in the name of sanity.)

The book was "The Hourglass Door" by Lisa Mangum. It was good. Very much a young adult romance, but also very clean, entertaining, and it didn't have any vampires in it, so it was good. But that's not why I bring it up. I mention it because I found my new life motto in it:

"I swallowed a sigh and tried to muster up some excitement, but all I ended up with was a twinge of a headache behind my left eye."

Is that not the best life motto you've ever heard?

I'm thinking about getting it in vinyl lettering to stick to my wall. What do you think?

Jun 6, 2009

Florida

I'm moving. As in, to a new house.

What, I didn't mention this before?

That's because we decided to move on monday and today they stuck a for sale sign in my front yard.

We'll just be renting a house for awhile after this, so I have already found one, turned in an application, and theoretically arranged all the furniture in the new place.

We could be moving next week.

Or the week after.

It's very stressful not knowing. I hate not knowing. Torture. That's what it is.

Plus, I've had to get my house ready to sell while simultaneously finishing my Green Jello with Carrots website. Which was no walk in the park, let me tell you. It was more like a walk through broken glass. Barefoot. Carrying an elephant. In the rain.

School is out. The screaming lasts all day now. No free time for Mommy. When I could really REEEEEEEALLY use some.

Last night I had a dream that I won a free trip to Florida. But I wasn't allowed to do anything fun. Because my mom wanted me to work with her all day in the hotel room. And my kids wanted me to hang out with them at the church. And Husband said I couldn't spend any money. And I just really wanted to go to the beach, get on a boat and sail far off into the ocean.

But I wasn't allowed on a boat. I wasn't even allowed to get near the ocean. Of course.

In this dream I kept seeing people I went to high school with. They all had fabulous, exciting lives. They got to sail in boats. And dream me was stuck, not allowed to have fun, on my free trip to Florida.

Also, dream me was fat. Usually I at least dream myself skinny (I've got to have one plus in dreamland, no?)

It wasn't hard to find the symbolism in this dream.

If my life is a horribly limited trip to Florida, then I think I want to trade my prize in.