Tuesday, March 31
Monday, March 30
Sunday, March 29
And here is when Connor almost nips his tongue right off......Dang he does that a lot!
Everyone couldn't be more excited for next weeks game!
As Bill and I headed out for our first visit this year, to the nursery
the kids managed to make a fort in the foyer. Breakfast was served IN the fort.
And yes, that is a basketball hoop in the foyer.
I have two boys after all......
LOVE IT when that thing is there!
So back from the nursery,
we spent the rest of the day in the backyard.
Planting new plants, fixing water lines,
moving the fireplace, cleaning all the furniture.....
letting Lucy get it all "haired-up" again,
re-vacuuming it....etc, etc.....just getting the yard ready.
To start throwing some parties I guess.
Connor decided to do the right thing and go off to the park
with a buddy of his. Get himself right out of the prospects of
having to help us. Good job Connor. You ARE smart!
Meanwhile, my two other absolutely insane children
decided to give the pool a try.
He didn't care.
Hannah thought by going in this big twisty thing
she wouldn't get too wet.
She was right.
They had a lot of fun anyway.
So here's to many full, happy, useful, fulfilling,
This was certainly a great start!!
One week before we head to Connecticut for Spring Break.
Looking for a productive week IN the house
getting ready to get 5 people on a plane
Saturday, March 28
Thursday, March 26
Wednesday, March 25
but two pieces....
with many holes....
And I don't even want to go here but....
I don't remember the last time it was laundered.
For the obvious reason that it will shred faster
that a pork shoulder that has been slow cooking for 12 hours.
And THAT would mark the end of
The Purple Blanket.
And did you happen to notice
the mascara on the bed?
Interesting combination for an 11 year old,
wouldn't you say?
Tuesday, March 24
Sunday, March 22
Friday, March 20
faster than a candy bar
melting in my car on any given summer day here.
I could see the signs the past week or so.
He has been doing this sighing sound kinda thing,
when he's upset with something.
The best way I can describe it is a sigh mixed with a whine.
So he's been doing that, and I got right on it
and am trying to put a lid on that behavior.
It is not working.
He keeps doing it.
Well, he's a smart kid and has decided to add a little
somethin' somethin' to the mix.
So he plops himself down on the floor in a laying down position.
Thinking he is going to get this one by me,
he is smart enough to not throw himself down
in full-on tantrum mode.
with a plop.
I've gone so far as to say -
"OK Garrin. You can stay home by yourself."
I go out the garage (for added drama on my part),
slam the door, go out and start the car.
Which, I being the smarter one here, should realize
that THAT is only going to escalate his grumpy-ness.
(again, added drama on my part)
He still doesn't get over himself.
Well, he took it to a whole other level.
And I knew it was coming.
I was putting my things on the counter checking out.
I heard the sigh/whine.
And then saw the plopping down on the
dirty, rotten, stinky, nasty, disgusting floor
in the check out aisle.
And then the tantrum.
Screaming and crying at the top of his lungs.
After a minute or so of this,
he now has snot coming out of his nose,
faster than the tears streaming down his face.
So I did what any good mother does,
and I pretended he wasn't there.
Paid for my stuff.
Got him the heck out of there.
And I still don't know what set him off.
Do you ever, though?
So here in lies the next phase of my son's life.
It's gonna be quite a ride, I am sure!!
Thursday, March 19
Partial dedication of this post goes out
to my dear friend Leslie and her family
who need all of our prayers to St. Joseph, to sell
her stinking house in TN that way they can move
closer to me, to AZ. You know, because it's all about me!
Now that she has buried him
properly in her front yard, and has the prayer she
needs to recite incessantly - St. Joe should come through soon.
The one thing Facebook has been good for, is helping
Leslie and I reconnect after many years apart. I thank
God everyday for my true friends, and am sad that her and I
missed so much time, sharing, love, and fun. That is true
friendship. It's palpable, sincere, and honest.
didn't get any of these today.
have any Little Italy around here.
C. I am also praying to St. Joseph to let the bakery's
back east continue making these through Easter,
since we will be traveling back in a couple of weeks.
So today is a day full of red.
I actually had written a bitch post.
Bitching bitching and more bitching,
but with much thought decided to keep it to myself
because, to be perfectly honest,
I felt pretty good after I wrote it.
I talked about it with my most understanding and
down to earth husband with thinks far more logically
than I ever do, and talking with him really helped too.
The jist of it all was pertaining to the fact
that there are many things that are angering me lately.
and then get pissed off. Why? I ask myself often. Why?
So I am stepping away from a few things,
because I DO have control over setting myself up
to get mad.
And this just reminds me that it is always good
to see the glass half full....
even if that glass is bigger than your sweet little face.
And leaving you with a little more red from my front yard.
Since the two humongous plants that graced by backyard
are dead.....oh well.
I have my red shirt on
and I am ready to greet the day.
Happy Day to you.
Wednesday, March 18
I've only included this picture in case you wanted to look at
Connor's eyelashes. Feel free to click on the picture
to make it bigger and make yourself jealous.
I know I am.
Did you check out the St. Paddy's Day Mohawk?
Anyhoo - Connor was working on a paragraph that had to
explain how we celebrate the holiday. So he looked up
at me with those big blues eyes as if to say - WTF? ('cause I've
said this before - he will surely be the first to drop the f bomb)
What do we/what have we EVER done for St. Patrick's Day.
And I said - "Honey, now you know Mommy and Daddy
don't ever remember what we have done because we are
too stinking drunk to remember". Just kidding.
We don't drink.
And I REALLY said - "Connor. We are not like most families. I
get in the car starting at about 2:00 in the afternoon, and I really
don't get OUT of the car until about 7:30 at night, after Daddy and I
are all through driving you kids where ever it is you need to be,
at what ever time, at which time we then grab a Happy Meal with a
Shamrock Shake from the Golden Arches
and call it St. Patrick's Day. We might even cook
corned beef and cabbage on the weekend, you know,
in between soccer games and swim meets. Write THAT in your
So later that afternoon I was asking Hannah about school
and she said that kids were getting sent down to the dean's office
all day for
And I don't know, for some reason, I found that very amusing.
So for dinner - there was no traditional meal around here.
No damn time. But I did cook broccoli -
which is green.
And with that I will leave you with a limerick.
There once was a Lady named Gini
Who was not Irish but Ginney.
She said "the heck with this day"
"I'm just tryin' to say"
"Bring on the Zeppole, Vinnie!"
Tuesday, March 17
Monday, March 16
I was in awe.
I kept saying that to Connor. They won 10 to zero,
against a 2nd year U9 boys team. WOW!
Unbelievable. It was
all at the same time!
Never without drama though.
Connor got kicked in the thigh....
got pissed off....and went back in to kick some more butt!
Speaking of kicking butt.
Yesterday Bill and I got our butts kicked.
WE ARE OLD
WE ARE OUT OF SHAPE,
We started the glorious morning off by hiking up the
mountain in our backyard.
After we got about half-way up
we were huffing and puffing
and breathing so heavy
is was downright embarrassing.
Because by this time,
our swimmers/soccer player/kids
were already at the top of the mountain,
not even winded.
Embarrassing, I tell you.
We had a fantastic time, nonetheless. The mountains
are very green right now, so we went exploring
to see all the unusual plants and flowers and rocks.
As documented in the slide show to the right...
Have to do this now, you see, before it gets to be 115 degrees
and the mountain plants turn brown and crispy
After that, we decided
to go to the park with the kids and the dog,
and ended up playing far too many innings of kickball.
Suffice it to say - I needed a nap when I got home
and my legs hurt like I'd just spent 1 hour on the elliptical machine.
Let's see if THIS is the inspiration I need to get my hiney back to the gym!!!
Sunday, March 15
my Kitchen Aid mixer.
So it starts out with 14 cake tins filled with the
(and it is imperative that you wear your dorky glasses while baking!)