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My New Man

2009-12-01T20:27:00.004-06:00

I've got a new man. Really, I do! And it's been a long time coming.

So here he is; the man who has stolen my heart. Sure, he's short, lazy, eats a lot, and obsesses over my boobs, but I love him!

For a mom who thought she was destined to have an only child (and was quite okay with that), Donovan was a big shock! It has been a long time since I've been up all night with a baby, or shelled out hundreds of dollars on diapers and daycare. It's been seven years to be exact! Sleep deprivation brings out the worst in me (ask my husband!) I get snarky and snarly and the whole world had better look out. On the bright side, motherhood brings out the best in me. Donovan has reminded me that being silly should be mandatory and making up songs is way more fun than humming through the parts of lullabies you can't remember. "Super Duper Pooper" is one of our favorite songs!

Van has changed all of us, and for the better! Adley has been the best big sister. I'll be honest and say I was really worried - if you know her, or have read this blog, you know why! She has surpassed any of my hopes and dreams and has really blossomed. Daniel seems to be more at ease with this baby and it's just damn awesome to watch him be a daddy to our little guy. He worked a lot when Adley was tiny, and he'd never really been around babies, so he wasn't as comfortable in her baby days. As she got older, I was mesmerized by their relationship - giggles, smooches, nibbles, the whole bit!

As for me, everything is just bigger - butt, hips, belly, boobs. What has grown the most, however, is my heart and patience. Babies cry, but they stop. Seven-year-olds whine and lie, but you can beat them (just kidding) - but you love them and help them do better. I'm learning to try to live in the moment, laugh a little more at the irritating things and get my kids through all of it without extensive therapy bills. Some day, I'll tell you about the moms who sit on my shoulders and guide my mommyhood.

I'm Baaaack!!

2009-11-25T17:19:00.003-06:00

Really, March?? I knew it had been a long time since I had posted anything, but that's a bit pathetic. So much has happened since then, I hardly know what to tell you all.

We will start with the biggie: I had a baby. Yep, I did! Donovan (or Van for short) was born September 27th. He has been a ton of fun and very cute, just like his daddy! Adley is a great big sister, and is truly in love with the little guy. I'll get some photos up soon, but until then, check out Adley and I at Disney!

The next bit of news is exciting as well. I have joined a group of great moms and will be contributing every Monday to http://www.momaha.com/. The site is set to launch in a couple of weeks and will be a great place place for moms to get a laugh, get a recipe, a restaurant review. Moms will also share photos of their cutie-patooties and rumor has it we'll have a resident "dad voice" as well, so tell hubby to stop by too (if he's embarrassed to have http://www.momaha.com/ set as a favorite, he can change the name on his computer to "Fantasy Frisbee Golf".)

I also promise to keep up here as well - maybe I can convince my wonderfully handsome and extremely intelligent husband to buy me a new laptop for Christmas.

Until then, be sure to mark http://www.momaha.com/ as a favorite and look for me on Mondays (but visit everyday, the other mamas are pretty awesome too!

Life on Wisteria Lane

2009-03-04T15:33:00.004-06:00

I feel a bit like the dead chick on Desperate Housewives when I say, “Things aren’t always what they seem.” Well, they’re not. It took me a long time to figure out what that really means, but as I grow older and reach those points where one should (by society’s standards) have some achievement or acquire some possession, I struggle with having a good understanding of the concept and buying into it. (Was that a really long run-on sentence?)

I remember being newly married with terrible used furniture – you know the left over college crap – and I would go to friends’ apartment and they would have beautiful furniture. Crazy Conclusion: There must be something wrong with me. What a loser I must be to have this crap. I instantly must think of nothing else other than buying “grown-up” furniture. My entire life must be consumed with devising a plan to get real furniture. And here’s what I didn’t know: My friends got their furniture at one of those rent-to-own places – the ones that charge $40 a week for a love seat (or you can buy it for $1200) and after not paying their bill for 6 weeks had everything repossessed.

Then there is the car scenario. I will say this was not precipitated by jealousy, but by necessity. One of our cars blew-up on the interstate 20 miles from the middle of nowhere. It was our old car, so it wasn’t devastating, but we were thrown into shopping for a car without any notice. I wanted a nice car. I’d never had a nice car. Crazy Conclusion: Lots of my friends drive nice cars. Shouldn’t everyone at one point in their life buy a new car – not some used or “pre-owned” car that has had french fries abandoned, burn holes singed and bumpers dented, but a brand-spankin’ new car? “Heck yes they should!” I screamed from the inside (this was me convincing myself to go for the gold.) So we bought the new car. I was thrilled for about one week. And here’s what I didn’t know: I eventually realized that the new car I bought was a station wagon. My friends tried to be nice by calling it a cross-over – but let’s be real, OK. In this new station wagon’s short-46-mile life, it had developed a bad case of the righties and I realized it was burnt orange. So here I was driving a car that screamed, “I wear stirrup pants, competed in Math Bowl in high school and have some muscle control issues.” Oh yea – and several of my friends were paying 12% interest on their nice new car! I should have bought a used Honda sedan – lesson learned.

These are just two examples, but if we think about our everyday life and the people and things that turn us green with envy, we could come up with hundreds more. Doting husbands who gladly give their wives mani-pedis, cook French cuisine and always put the toilet seat down (they’re raging alcoholics who also control their wives’ wardrobe, hairstyle and social life – boy he’s a gem!) The girl at work who can drop anything and go out every weekend, never having to bother with a baby sitter or sick kids (she’s been trying to get pregnant for years and cries every time Aunt Flo comes because once again her dreams have been crushed – a dirty martini just doesn’t look as cute in a new holiday dress.) Your friends who live in the gorgeous new house (they're four months past due on their mortgage and will soon be living in her mom's basement - they're so lucky!)

So let the lesson be learned: We never really know the real circumstances behind others’ lives. Our desire to keep up with Joneses is most often based on false pretenses. Happiness obtained through image and the hope that someone will notice is short lived. Happiness by way of hard work, self-pride and contentment is ever-lasting.

TAG!!!

2009-02-02T13:12:00.003-06:00

I’ve finally been tagged! It’s really the same as someone saying, “Hey, you’re cool! Wanna be friends?” Okay, so I was tagged by the only person not related to me, working with me or stalking me from Georgia that reads my blog. So here it goes;

Lindsey tells me I have to list 10 honest things about myself (who is going to really know if I’m being honest?) and then tag 7 more people – she only tagged three and then basically gave us the bird, so I don’t feel so compelled to tag all seven – which would mean I would have to tag some strangers, and who needs that nightmare!

1. I quit smoking for about 5 hours. I am weak – so weak.

2. I am a huge procrastinator! I will almost always wait until the very last minute – I work well under pressure!

3. I got my iPhone, I really love him and now I just need to name him. Any ideas?

4. I love the smell of my own hair. Usually I keep my hair really short, so the option of smelling my own hair isn’t there. Now that it’s longer, I love it when I take off my stocking cap and get a whiff of my own hair!!

5. My Christmas tree is still up. Don’t judge me! I have had every intention the last few weeks to take it down, but the task is just so damn daunting!! This weekend is the weekend!

6. I think I may actually be closer to 5 foot 1, but I like saying I’m 5 foot nothin’!

7. I have stinky feet – really stinky feet! I hate to wear socks, so my feet stink – badly.

8. When I was a kid, I made my twin-sister wear two pair of underwear for about a month. I hated wearing undies and our grandma would count how many were in the wash that week.

9. My family does not sit at the kitchen table to eat dinner – and I hate it! I have vowed to make us start eating at the table.

10. I’m a mean mom. I won’t buy clothes or shoes or anything with cartoon characters on them – Disney and Nickelodeon do not send me a marketing check every month. When I buy toys, I try to buy unique toys. I love my daughter’s newest: Steve Nufflebunny.

For more truths, see my very first post here.

Tag! You're it!

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My Secret Love Affair (from afar)

2009-01-13T12:34:00.003-06:00

It’s obvious (but I’ll point it out anyway) that Catholics invented the term “Guilty Pleasures”. Unless you’re a real freak (and I know some of you reading this are…you know who you are too) how can a pleasure be measured in terms of culpability? It just seems to be a bit harsh for something so trivial. None the less, my recent longing (and craving for a candy bar 10 minutes ago) has brought this diabolical issue to the forefront of my mind.

Let’s get beyond the Ho-Hos and Frappacinos and the like. If you feel the need to sneak food, then I feel sorry for you – not in a way that suggests pity or disgust, but in a true sincere way. It’s food, it’s yummy – live it up and (in the words of one of my favorite comedians and fellow red head) tell the world to suck it – literally!

What if your guilty pleasure costs more than $0.65 in a vending machine or $4.35 at a drive-through? What would the Guilty Pleasure Committee have to say about that? Having been raised Catholic (really I only know enough to have polite conversation and feel guilty), I’m sure they would through that under the gluttony banner and damn me for all eternity. Is my little must-have really worth that? You bet your mass-missing ass it is!

Here it is the small little thing I have been lusting (damn – another sin) after for the last 25 days:

I know it’s been 25 days be cause I have a 30 day return policy on the fine, but not lust-worthy phone I did buy, thus a timeline on which I must act before my dream is crushed. A new phone was my Christmas present from hubby – and as noted earlier, I picked it out, went and bought it myself. I immediately regretted my decision, but said nothing, and was actually rather happy with new phone. Hubby at one point actually said I should go back and get the other one (I don’t think he actually thought it was possible – just threw it out there to be nice). Being the good and obedient wife I am (did you hear that Catholics?) I tried to put the object of my affection out of mind.

Oh, but I couldn’t. I tried, but I can’t control my dreams. I actually dreamt about the entire exchange process and later spinning in a field of flowers with my new iPhone (I’m just not sure why Tiny Tim was there).

Why am I dreaming of this miraculous device? Why don’t I just go get it? Hubby said it was stoooopid and we didn’t need to spend the extra $120 (OK, clarification: he didn’t say stoooopid and really it’s only $20 because I haven’t sent in the $100 rebate on the first phone yet.) This just goes to show he was just being nice before when he threw out I could exchange my phone.

Last weekend while waiting for a movie, I took hubby into the Apple store – all clean, straight lines and adorned with employees who probably normally aren’t that geeky, but throw them into baby blue t-shirts (1 size too small) and an iPod on a rope around their neck and holy-geek-o-meter! I showed hubby the iPhone and expressed how coooool it was, and then five minutes later declared we should leave before I do something drastic. Really that was just another attempt to express my longing for an iPhone.

So that is my guilty pleasure – my lust of a phone. The day dreams, the fantasies. Do I resist the urge and be happy with what I have, or do I rebel against good sense and go for my dreams?

I need your help! Do you go with hubby who says I should stick with my current phone, or me who says "iPhone, iPhone, iPhone!"

Current Score:

Hubby: 1

Me: 5 (me, two people from tech, a buyer, and Tiny Tim)

So, five days and counting…

A New Year; Another Failed Resolution

2009-01-05T16:35:00.002-06:00

We are doomed to fail yet again; I’m certain of it. We set ourselves up to fail, so really it’s our own fault. Somewhere in history a group of people got together and decided there is one day in which we must chose a goal and then agonize in every attempt to achieve it within the next 365 days. Yep, it’s the ill-fated New Year’s Resolution. Gym member ships soar, television shopping networks air specials on treadmills, Pilates torture machines, diet food, and daily vitamin packs. Do you see a theme here?? Yep, most of us resolve to lose weight or become healthier in this new year. That makes sense since most of us are overweight.

Losing weight and getting fit was my resolution last year, and the year before that and two years before that (that year in between, my resolution was to be nicer – that one obviously failed too!) Well, here I am a year later and still hanging onto the same 15-20 pounds. I’ve been to the gym (a few times) and I try to eat healthy (ketchup is from the tomato and chocolate is a bean), but I’ve just never made it matter enough. I have found that by making weight loss my resolution, I fail. So I resolve not to lose weight or get fit – did you hear that Baby New Year in your little diaper and sash? Go ahead make me fail once again!

After having a rather scary experience in the emergency room on New Year’s Eve day, I am going to make an honest effort to make health and fitness a priority for my family. Luckily, hubby’s heart didn’t explode, and we should know more after he has a stress test about the causes of his chest pain and other heart attack symptoms. Regardless, it made me realize that I’m not young enough or cute enough anymore to get a good second husband. Really, I’m not. If DH keels over now, I’m looking at the manager of a tire store or the sanitation guy – not good prospects. So in an effort to stave off any second husband nightmares, I need to make sure my little family will be around for a long time.

Don’t get me wrong – there is a box of brownie mix I most certainly intend on whipping up sometime this week, but I’ll share them (maybe). My family has no worries of being thrown into a meatless, carbless, jumping jack crazed life. That’s just not me. My style is more along the lines of suggesting we get Wii – I hear the Wii Fit is a really good workout. (Or having DH shovel the walk.) I will admit to secretly substituting ground turkey for ground beef and pouring Diet Sunkist into hubby’s Sunkist bottle. Maybe I’ll take my friend’s advice and throw flax seed into everything. Then again, maybe not.

Maybe I’ll just resolve to be happy as a chubby person. But if I do lose a bit of weight, get some rock’n’ abs, and a tighter tush, the second husband store offers a much better selection. Good thing for hubby, my motivation isn’t what it used to be, and good thing for me – he’s actually a really great guy!

‘till next time, I’ll be suckin’ it in and wearing more spandex than Olivia Newton John in the ‘80s!

Post Christmas Run Down

2008-12-26T13:00:00.002-06:00

If you read my previous blog about Christmas, you have some insight to my thoughts on the holiday and what’s really important. Don’t let that fool you, however. I do have a keen affection for gifts (who doesn’t…just a little bit?) Seeing a box with my name on it transforms me into a giggling little girl! The excitement of a new widget just for me is exhilarating! I will shake it, measure it, look for any gaps in the pretty wrapping paper, and when I was younger, I was known to actually unwrap a gift and rewrap it! I’m not good with surprises – I have to know – everything!

My husband says I am terrible to shop for – and he’s right. I have very specific (and few) wants. Several weeks ago, I sent him a picture of the Blackberry Curve, telling him I wanted it for Christmas. He said OK. Woo-Hoo! So that Friday, I went to the store and bought one. I loved it. It was so cute and functional! That was my gift from hubby – no surprise (that’s good in the beginning, but a let down come Christmas morning.) That story is to be continued…

This year, hubs and I took A-Cat shopping. She needed to get me a gift with hubs and I had some last minute things to grab. I had told hubs I needed new cookie sheets the day before. That afternoon at lunch (pre-shopping), I made mention to how much I miss my Uggs. I even went on to tell the two of them what size I wore in everything from sweaters to jeans to bras to boots (I added in the sweaters, jeans and bras so I wasn’t too obvious). Well, my not-so-subtle hint went unheard. They bought me the cookie sheets. Not bad – very nice, but now I’m expected to make more cookies. Here’s the kicker: That night after A-Cat went to bed, I spent hours locked in the bedroom wrapping all the Christmas gifts. Hubs came in and asked… here it comes… he asked me to wrap the cookie sheets that were to be my gift. Let’s just say it was a Christmas miracle that there was not an impression of his dear little face in those cookie sheets when I opened them Christmas Morning. I must be fair and mention that after all the gifts were opened that morning, hubs said, “Wait! There’s one more – over there!” A-Cat grabbed a small box and with gleaming eyes handed it to me. I immediately recognized the unwrapped box as one from a local jewelry store. It was finally there – the excitement of being a kid again! I opened the box and inside was a beautiful heart-shaped silver locket. Yea for me! What’s better than a gift – one that you love and was actually picked out by your kid!

A-Cat was thrilled that Santa brought her a Cabbage Patch Kid – one with red hair and blue eyes none the less. We were just thrilled that Santa didn’t bring anything that needed to be assembled! She wasn’t thrilled, however with the name – Inell. She quickly changed Inell to Jessica. I was thrilled to once again smell that baby-powder scent those cute things give off!

Later that morning we went to my Dad’s and spent a couple hours there. We left with some very nice gifts (including a trip to Disney World!!!) and a few Wii injuries. On the way home we realized we had no food at home and of course there wasn’t a store open (I did mention we could go to a movie and eat there, but hubs wasn’t up for it!). Luckily, our handy-dandy standby of Walgreen's was open and stocked with frozen pizzas!

Overall, we had a very nice Christmas, but I must admit, I am so glad it is over. Now, the chore is getting the tree down and ornaments put away. Once again, my post-Christmas resolution is that I will plan better and start earlier next year!

Sorry for the ever-so-boring run-down of my ever-so-boring Christmas. Maybe next year with all my early planning and preparations, the post-Christmas blog will be a bit more exciting. But then again, I doubt it!

A-Cat fell asleep amidst the chaos of 20+ people Christmas Eve! She was makin' sure Santa was comin'!

A Christmas Wish

2008-12-24T11:04:00.003-06:00

I've been on a bit of a hiatus. Sorry if you (Lindsey) missed me. Today is Christmas Eve and I am sitting at work. Bah-Humbug! I am a nice boss and will be letting my peeps head home early so they can enjoy some eggnog and dream of sugar plums as they wait to see which of Santa’s list they fell on this year. I’m sure it’s a toss-up for me at this point (hence letting the peeps go home early!)

Christmas is a double-edged sword for many of us. Memories of the holiday when we were children and all the magic it entailed; the time we spent with siblings and cousins in the freezing snow making forts and snowmen and drinking hot cocoa flood our minds. I really have no memory of when that magic transitioned into a frenzy of gift buying, budgeting, debt-inducing, free-for-all with family feuds and a general unpleasantness. I do, however, remember writing a column at the newspaper in college titled “Merry Frickin’ Christmas”. But really, the magic was still there for me – that was just an observation (maybe my first) of the commercial madness that ensued each year during the holiday. Maybe not being able to pinpoint that moment of transition is a good thing – maybe it means some of the magic is still there! Or maybe, my moment was little less traumatic than the rest.

I work in retail, so Christmas is the time of year when days-off are few and eight hour days are simply unheard of. I leave for work when it is dark and leave for home at the end of the day when it is once again dark. If it weren’t for the few smoke breaks in between, I would go several months without seeing daylight. I am lucky to have a great team that works hard to make the impossible possible in our business, so the hours are worth it - professionally. I’m unlucky that by the time I get home, I am so exhausted it is a true effort to get a decent dinner on the table and read a bed-time story to A-Cat (good thing she is now a fluent reader and very self-sufficient). The complete frenzy of my professional life during this time of year is difficult to balance with my desire to be Super-Mom and Uber-Wife (my super hero capes are currently collecting dust in the closet…sad, I know.) Not a gift was wrapped until late last night. The tree has only been up for a week. Work is my magic killer.

Trying to revive the magic is a difficult feat, but it’s time to dust off my capes and make it happen. This year it is just may be easier than I think…thanks to one small, but might red-head. In the past I have cursed television commercial filled with whorish dolls and ridiculous toys that are nothing but crap that plead to my young daughter’s natural sense of desire. Last year, the big toy was Buttercup the horse. Have you seen this thing? It is a giant stuffed animal that moves and neighs. And it can be under your tree for a few hundred dollars! Oh how A-Cat wanted it; she dreamed of it. Then one day, in my not-so-subtle approach, I told her those parents who buy Buttercup just don’t love their kids as much I love her. I love her so much that I don’t need to spend a bunch of money to prove it to her – she gets small meaningful gifts that are tokens of my love and it is the hugs and time together that prove my love. (Sorry if you bought this horse for your kids and are now offended that I somehow think you don’t love your kids…get over it, it was an explanation to a five year old.) She was satisfied with that answer and was pleased as punch to see that Santa delivered an art desk that year (Hey Santa – next time, please deliver only assembled items tonight. I don’t have it in me to assemble 4000 small plastic pieces 10 screws and holes that don’t line up tonight. There’s an extra cookie in for you!)

This year A-Cat came and asked, “Mommy, do you know what I want for Christmas this year?” “Hmmm…what god-awful toy was just advertised on TV,” I thought with annoyance. “I want my family to have the best Christmas ever,” she said in a small whisper. My heart melted. Here I saw a little kid who dreams of getting stuff, stuff, stuff, and more stuff. When really, all she wanted was the magic, and not for herself, but for her whole family. Here a six year old gets it – she really gets it. Now don’t be fooled, she also wants the occasional toy she sees, but the requests are few and quite.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch…

They are biting for toys, throwing fits in the store and manipulating those they love just to come out ahead (oh and these are the adults). Me, me, me – ‘tis the theme of the season. Frankly, I’m tired of it. I have one message for those of you that just won’t have a Merry Christmas if you don’t get your Coach bag or your 42 inch flat screen television or the big diamond you’ve been waiting for: Christmas isn’t about you. Christmas is about family and friends and good food and stories and togetherness. It isn’t about the gifts you receive, or even the gifts you give. Christmas isn't about what ends up in your stocking (my husband grew up getting fruit in his – no wonder he hates Christmas!) Christmas is the time for us grown-ups to create the magic for the children and maybe, just maybe believe in it again ourselves.

So, in joining the magical spirit of my A-Cat, my Christmas wish is that all of us and our families have the best Christmas ever! Merry Christmas!

A-Cat telling Santa her Christmas wish

The Ugly Side of Black Friday

2008-11-28T11:40:00.002-06:00

I'm not a big shopper. I get light-headed, flushed and clammy whenever I go. I know, I know, I must be missing some chromosome that allows women to shop endlessly. I don't typically do the Black Friday shop-a-thon, but this year, I gave it a try.

I didn't have a three page list of things I wanted. There were only two. The 25th Anniversary Cabbage Patch Doll and a Leapfrog Leapster. Last night I headed to Walmart to do a little recon. You see, Walmart is open 24 hours a day, so I wasn't sure how they would do this 5AM sale thing. I perused the aisles and located an employee. Nonchalantly, I asked, "Hey, how are you guys going to coordinate the sale tomorrow morning, being that you're open all night?" Very nicely, but with a bit of annoyance, he said, "We'll bring the pallets out wrapped in black plastic. We won't unwrap them until 5AM." That was good enough for me; so off I went to get a few hours of sleep before I would have to return to claim my treasure.

This morning, dark and early, I arrived at Walmart fearing I would be too late. I was immediately disappointed when I saw that I would have to choose: the 25th Anniversary Cabbage Patch Doll or the Leapfrog Leapster The Leapfrog Leapster was the better value so I reluctantly said farewell to the babies wrapped in thick black plastic. Once I located the correct pallet, I was pleased to see only about 6 others were there as well. We waited patiently, each planning our strategy to get our Leapfrog Leapster. Pink or green? Top row or bottom row? That guy wants me to grab him one as well - should I be a good fellow shopper or is it save yourself? Pink, bottom and save yourself!

The clock was ticking, the adrenaline was pumping, but we were all doing our best to be patient. Then at about 4:50, some woman pushed her way to the front next to me. She feverishly starts ripping the black plastic apart. The rest of the crowd looks at her and joins in. This is where the mayhem ensued. The crazy woman is now on her hands and knees trying to get the product on the bottom shelf. I get my pink Leapfrog Leapster and then decide to help out the gentleman who asked me to grab him one. I reach down to grab a green one - he gets what he gets and beggars can't be choosers! As I grab it, the crazy woman bites me! That's right, she bites me on the wrist. I look at her in total shock and disgust and without any cooperation from my brain, my left foot quickly stomps down on her hand.

Wounded and humiliated, I hand the green Leapfrog Leapster to the gentleman and make my way to the checkout. I pay the nice lady at the register and head off into the sunrise (OK, it was 2 hours before the sunrise). At 5:05AM, I walk into my cubical at work - an Internet retailer. I have a new-found appreciation for shopping online! I encourage all of you to be safe this holiday season: shop online!

The Bacon Won't Fry Itself!

2008-11-28T05:36:00.004-06:00

Really, almost a month since I have posted? Well, I wish I could say it was because I was stranded on an island with a cabana boy, but alas my friends, no such good news, I have merely been super busy! All of this chaos has brought me back to the original reason I started this blog - journaling my attempt to have it all and do it all. I am learning that feat is impossible!

I took on a new position at work. I am now the happy manager of sextuplets. A friend of mine recently told me she is a stay-at-home mom, "the hardest job ever!" Now, first let me say that I, too, was a SAHM for awhile. It was a tough job! (Here comes the big but...) But, a SAHM mom can tell her employees, "Because I said so! " or "Because I'm bigger than you!" or "That's it, you're going to bed without dessert!" or "Santa's watching!" I can't tell my six employees that they're going to the staff meeting without lunch for talking back, or that they need to have a report into my by noon or they can just wait until their father gets home. Granted, no one at work ever yells, "You're the meanest boss ever! I hate you!" or "Tom Michaelson's boss let's him come in 45 minutes late everyday! Why can't I?" OK, the first one happened once, but I digress!

I absolutely agree that being a SAHM is a difficult and rewarding job, and I tip my little kitty ears to those that do, or have done it. (another but is coming...) But, don't look down your noses at those of us who chose a different route. Our jobs are difficult as well, and despite what some may believe, we love our children just as much as you do. We chose to work in corporate America and then come home to cook dinner, help with homework, vacuum the floors, pay the bills and do laundry (OK, my husband does the laundry). We spend ten hours a day in meetings, running reports, dealing with to-do lists 40 miles long, and trying to be a corporate superstar. Then we come home and try to cram the rest of our lives into the few hours that remain in the day. The lady who told us all we could bring home the bacon and fry it up in the pan failed to mention a few things: a) My kitchen will never be that clean, b) I'll be going through the mail and countless papers in A-Cat's backpack as I am being splattered with grease, c) Someone will complain because the bacon is too crispy, d) Someone else will complain because the bacon isn't crispy enough, e) Sometimes, there is no bacon - sorry, but it's Burger King tonight.

I think the truth is that we all choose different paths, and really there is no easy path. It isn't easy trying to juggle a full-time job in corporate America and be a mom. It certainly isn't easy to be a mom who stays home with the kids either. My question, is why do women feel the other side is the enemy? Is it a matter of envy? I absolutely have jealous tendencies when it comes to this issue. Maybe, I'm not the only one. Maybe there are others like me who secretly just want to fry the bacon, or a SAHM who secretly wants to bring it home. Regardless of how they spend their days, women are marvelous creatures and I'm sure there is some alien life-form trying to figure out how we do it. And, no matter which side you're on, that bacon ain't gettin' home on its own and it's not going to fry itself!

Who Would Play You in a Movie About Your Life?

2008-11-03T11:58:00.002-06:00

I've heard this question posed before and I always thought it was intriguing. I've never given it much thought, only because there are 5,000 other things to ponder (will House and Cuddy really hook-up after last week's kiss? Is it cheaper to buy the 12-pack or the eight-pack? Can I get by one more week without waxing my eyebrows?)

Last night I could no longer avoid this age-old question. I somehow found myself watching a train wreck called I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant on TLC. It's one of those shows where the "real life" person tells the story as they cut to a reenactment portrayed by actors. Aside from the initial reaction (Are you freakin' kidding me? How do you not know you are playing host to an invasive parasite? Bloating only lasts so long!), I found myself bewildered by the actors they chose to portray these people. Some of the actors were very attractive (obviously, the "real lifers" asked to help in the selection), but some of them were down right odd looking. In particular, one woman was portrayed by an oddly shaped red-headed, very short woman. And by short, I mean her feet didn't touch the ground when she sat on the toilet! It was so distracting, I'm not sure I even really remember her story. I just kept wondering what the "real life" lady must have thought about her stand in.

Now, back to the question: Who would play me in a movie about my life? There are so many possibilities. Do I go for someone who resembles me (Angelina Jolie) or someone who I think most accurately represents me and my personality (Carrot Top)? And what if I'm so mentally disturbed, that those people look/think nothing like me? What if they do? Do you see my conundrum?

So I am asking for your suggestions. Who should play me in a movie about me and why? Who would you pick to play you? Trust me, it isn't as easy as you think!

SKATE or DIE on Halloween!

2008-10-31T11:33:00.004-05:00

Halloween at work is a big deal! Here's my team the Princesses of Pain Roller Derby Team!

Delethal Weapon, Faye Tality, Rumble Kitty and Skaterella

When Your Kid is THAT Kid

2008-10-27T14:22:00.006-05:00

Remember those blissful days pre-mommyhood or shortly into mommyhood? You know the ones I'm talking about - "My child will never behave that way! My child is an angel. My child knows (will know) right from wrong. My child will read and do long-division at age three while speaking fluent Mandarin and playing four instruments."

Admit it. You've been there. The place where only "bad" children come bad parents. The place where "good" children come from good moms; moms who read to their child en utero, never turned a t.v. on so she could shower or read the mail, never accepted a PB&J as an acceptable breakfast, moms who never put their child to bed without brushing teeth because that was five more minutes, and five more minutes means you miss the beginning of House, m.d..

So how quickly after you had a child did you get snapped out of that world? Some of us lingered in that destination paradise for a few years only to be suddenly thrown onto a row boat and made to paddle ourselves 1400 miles to reality with nothing more than fleeting hopes and dreams for our little prodigies.

We've all heard Mom or Dad say, "I hope you get one just like you." OK, not all of us, in fact I never heard that - why? Because I was the good kid (OK, the less bad kid). What happens when you do get that kid? What happens when you get a kid that the world has never seen before - or at least it feels that way?

You could spend countless hours reading books by the "experts", talking to a counselor about your failing as a mother and your child's failing as "normal 5 year old", and crying yourself to sleep wondering where you went wrong and because, damn it, it just isn't fair! Don't bother. There are too many of us in that club and we aren't recruiting any new members!

Throughout this blog, I have put quotes around the words good and bad when referring to children, but not when referring to parents. Why? There are bad parents and good parents; there are no "good" or "bad" children - good and bad is reflective of choices and until mid to late teens, children do not have the mental capacity to regularly and consistently make good choices. It is our job as parents to let them make choices and learn from the consequences of those choices. If you avoid this crucial, and on-going step as a parent, you are doing a great disservice to your child.

It all comes down to this: There are no "bad" kids, and they don't come from bad parents. We've all seen "bad" kids come from good parents (the catholic school girl who gets knocked up junior year) and "good" kids come from bad parents (the kid who was beaten who becomes a social worker).

I am the mom who heard her darling told the janitor to, "Get a job" and told the teacher, "You're not the boss of me and I don't have to if I don't want to". I'm the mom of a strong-willed, whining, "I want it my way or no way" master-manipulator. I am the mom of the child who has "behavior problems", a child who occasionally wipes poop on my bathroom wall, steals my sunglasses and bracelets, screams when she sees an automatic-flush toilet. I am the mom of a child who laughs like there's a caterpillar in her shirt and makes me laugh until my sides ache. I am the mom of the child who thinks every joke starts with "knock-knock" and ends with "get it?" I am the mom who would throw herself in front of a Mac truck just to get one more "nibble" or smooch from my no-good, rotten child.

So take my advice - you may not be an expert in children, but you are an expert in your child. I will tell you what I have learned:

Never make excuses for them or their behavior. Communicate with their school as often as possible. Discipline them with intent and love. Encourage them to be just who they are. Be patient - they may surprise you. Apologize a lot. Hug a lot, snuggle a lot. Be silly when you can and firm when you have to. And most of all, just Love them.

Looking in Both Directions

2008-10-15T15:40:00.005-05:00

When is it OK to look ahead? When is it alright to look back? Is it possible to do both? Which approach should consume the majority of our time? Is there a correct answer or do we just hope for the best mixture?

This is something I have been thinking about both in my professional life and my personal life. I'm big on self-improvement (though my plans rarely come to fruition), so I can be a deep thinker every now and again.

There are days I wish I would have made different decisions in my personal life (e.g., finish college, wait to have children, saved more money, etc.). And there are days I do the same in my professional life (e.g., reacted better to bad news, gone for that new job, tooted my own horn, etc.). The problem with "wish I would have" is that I didn't. I made a choice and for better or worse, the consequences remain the same. Does that mean the consequence can't evolve?

I didn't finish college and get a dream job, but that doesn't mean I can't go finish my degree and get my "dream job". I never saved any money, but I can start today. There is no evolution to the consequence of having A-Cat when I was young (and I was 25 for those of you that don't know me - I wasn't an unwed teenage mom, but I hadn't finished college to get a dream job and save money to be financially stable for a child). Momminess does evolve. I become a better mommy everyday (with a few mother-dearest moments scattered in).

I have realized that I am a contradiction in and of myself along with a personality profiler's worst nightmare. I'm not a planner in my personal life, I don't look to the future and make a list (unless a vacation is involved). I am, however, a planner in my professional life - I know what I want and I strategically accomplish it bit by bit.

What I have learned is that even Planners have to look backwards sometimes. What worked before? What fell flat? It's also true that all those fly-by-the-seat-of-their-pants folks have to eventually look ahead, if for no other reason than to hope.

I'm OK with my split personality, and I am thankful that the traits fall where they do. I don't know that I would enjoy a planned-out home life nor a whatever-may-come business life. There is no "right answer," only the answer that works best for each of us. So, look ahead to hope and look back to remember!

On the way up to Clark's Tower, Winterset, IA (10/11/08)

On the way back from Clark's Tower headed to a party, Winterset, IA (10/11/08)

The Kids Paying

2008-10-03T09:45:00.002-05:00

Ben and Rae giving the Bean Bag Toss a shot

A-Cat and Ben getting physical

The big kids played too...

Something's Fishy in Georgia!

2008-10-03T09:35:00.003-05:00

Our fishing trip was lots of fun! We caught lots of fish and then cooked them up for dinner!

Sara drinking from both hands - impressive!

A-Cat Splashing in the water! Good thing the fish weren't hungry for fingers!

Papa Bob giving fishin' lessons to the girls

I think A-Cat caught a big one! Rae is cheering her on!

Rae with her new rain boots lookin' for dinner!

Carnival Fun

2008-10-02T16:33:00.009-05:00

Last week A-Cat and I went to her school carnival. She had lots of fun and Mommy managed to win the ring-toss game! When I won, A-Cat sang, "My Momma rocks; rocks like the Sox!" I told her not to let her daddy hear that; we are Cubs fans after all! And I'm sure Aunt Jean will love the Creighton mascot posing with her A-Cat!

It's a Good Thing She's Cute!

2008-09-26T07:45:00.001-05:00

A-Cat on vacation

My Super Hero

2008-09-26T07:39:00.004-05:00

My Super Hero, A-Cat, posing with the Superman statue in Metropolis, Il. on our way to Georgia. For anyone who doubted I was Super!

Back Home

2008-09-24T10:21:00.004-05:00

Well, we have been back from our vacation since late Friday night. My goal is to get photos loaded tonight. I have been trying to hold onto my vacation for too long, but Monday morning came and back to the real world!

The drives weren't bad, and A-Cat entertained herself very well the entire time! Thank you A-Cat!

I was ambitious enough to get both cars cleaned inside and out over the weekend (trust me, that rarely happens!) That was about the extent of my ambition.

It was good to come home and see my hubby and friends. DH was glad to see us, but I think he had fun being a temporary bachelor for a week! I spent Saturday evening with friends and ended up with more mosquito bites than I did my entire vacation in GA.

I promise to post some pix from my vacation soon. Until then, enjoy some from our drive (from my phone!)

Driving through Nashville

Driving through Saint Louis

I'm Comin' Home

2008-09-09T15:25:00.004-05:00

A-Cat and I head out for Georgia dark and early Thursday morning. It is our annual trip to see my mom and all the other crazies!! This is the first year we are driving down - 15 hours. I have snacks and drinks ready. Adley will have her colors and her movies and I have about 5 books downloaded on my MP3 player. It will be a long journey to a long-awaited vacation!

I've never lived in that house, or Georgia at all, but it always feels like you're home when your mom is there. No one truly knows you or understands you like Mom, and no one loves you in spite of it all like Mom does either.

I'm also excited to see my sin twister! Sara and I rarely have time together so this is always a treat! We usually have our moments of irritation during this 7 day excursion, but for the most part, we are glad to be together!

So what in the world do we all do?? Well, we cook, eat, laugh, drink, play incredibly hysterical games, sit on the porch and smoke and chat. The girls always take a day to go shopping and leave the kids with the men-folk. This year, we will be fishing, panning for gold and playing yard games (yep, even the good ol' illegal yard darts!)

I'd like to say I will miss you all while I am gone, but I won't! It has been too long since I have had a "vacation" and I have no intentions of ruining it by wishing I were back here!

Look for pictures from the road and from Georgia when I get back! I'm sure there will be some doozies!

Look out Mom, here I come!!

P.S. Speaking of back here, when I get back - Kelly, Rachel and I will be crawling for charity - lush style! I'm looking forward to it girls!!

Playground Days

2008-08-25T15:34:00.006-05:00

I'm feeling a bit introverted lately, so no big post - just some pictures from our day at the playground the other weekend.

The First Day of the Rest of Her Life!

2008-08-14T13:19:00.003-05:00

Yesterday was a big day for A-Cat. She started Kindergarten! She was very excited and a bit nervous, but at the end of the day she couldn't wait to go back. I asked her what the best part of Kindergarten was and here was the ensuing conversation:

A-Cat: "We got to go to the Libary!"

Me: "You mean the Library?"

A-Cat: "That's what I said, the Libary."

Me: "What was so great about the Library?"

A-Cat: "The Libarian..."

Me: "You mean the Librarian?"

A-Cat: "That's what I said, the Libarian. She was so sweet, like a grandma!"

Me: "What did she do that was so sweet?"

A-Cat: "She let me read all of her books! And I can go back anytime!"

2008-08-05T12:26:00.006-05:00

Must Love Dogs

2008-07-23T09:29:00.009-05:00

We have had a disagreement in our house for quite sometime now. It is the age old question: Cats or dogs? You would think that having an odd number of people in the home there would be a tie-breaking vote, but no. So the question remains. I am using this as my opportunity to show the world why the answer is so easy!

I am a "dog person" (insert joke here) and really despise the felines of the world. My husband is a "cat person" and A-Cat is a perfect combination of mom and dad! Do you see the problem here? DH wants cats, I want a dog and A-Cat thinks we should just get both! She's such a diplomat!

The problem with that many animals, or any number of animals I despise is that I am the one who will end up feeding, and cleaning-up after them. Since the responsibility of the animal falls on my shoulders, it should be my choice!

So why do I prefer dogs over cats? Simple: dogs like people; dogs need people; dogs give back. I want to be liked by the creature; I want it to need me and damn it I want something back! Dogs have a great bond with their human friends - always happy to see you; always eager to please you.

Cats, on the other hand, are really quite nasty animals. They could care less if you are there or not; just feed and water and clean the litter box. The will be petted when they want without any regard to your feelings or needs. I refuse to bow to an animal that thinks it is smarter than I am. I have a husband for that!

As you can see from the photos of A-Cat and my aunt's dog Ollie, I have saved A-Cat from the dark side, and she too is now a "dog person"! I always knew I liked that girl!

Happy Birthday SCG!

2008-07-17T08:05:00.004-05:00

May All Your Dreams Come True!

The Bike

2008-07-15T08:34:00.003-05:00

The bike was abandoned at the Med Center and has been adopted by PJ. We haven't quite decided what mental deficiency allows a man in his thirties to enjoy riding a girl's Huffy.

Here are some photos of PJ's new bike.

Our Aunts added the basket and bell for a little extra flair! Where can I get tassels?

Go PJ, Go!

Juggling at the Circus

2008-07-14T07:10:00.004-05:00

A Juggling Act
I've been spending a lot of time at the hospital with J13 and the family. This means I am missing my A-Cat. It is tough to balance life when one side seems to be crashing down. How do you try to support the broken piece without neglecting the others? I guess you thank God for a wonderful and supportive husband and A-Cat!

I came home from the hospital the other day and A-Cat came running upstairs. "Mommy!" Then she got a very sad look on her face. "I'm sorry your cousin is sick," she said in the most sympathetic way possible. She is such a sweet girl, especially when someone else is hurting. She has always been tuned into others that way, a gift from God I suppose.

My DH has been such a trooper getting meals done for himself and A-Cat, doing the laundry (OK, he always does the laundry!) and just letting me be with my family. There have been times when I could tell he just wanted me to be home, but I think he understands I need to be with my family.

The Circus is in Town
Have you ever noticed how tragedy can bring out the best in people? Is that a survival mechanism? Is the laughter and silliness out of sheer boredom? PJ (another cousin) has "adopted" a a huffy bike that has been sitting at the hospital as long as we have. It is a lovely pinkish orange and teal thing from about 15 years ago. Apparently there is a Youtube.com video out there - if I find it, I'll post it. He and Julie were having cell phone races the other day, only so he could show his phone sucks and he needs a new one. I'm sure Julie kicked his butt with her iPhone.

Sometimes, the silliness feels wrong. J13 is fighting for her life and we're laughing. Trust me, she would want us to laugh, but it just feels strange. I have been told several times in my life to lighten-up. I'm a lot better than before, but it is something I still struggle to overcome. I do believe that laughter helps and my I have tried to be very positive through all of this. In my heart I know she will pull through all of this.

There are some, however, that consumed with all the negative this situation has to offer. I have done my best to avoid conversations with these people. I am, by nature, a pessimist; so if I allow myself to get caught up in the woefulness, I don't think I could get out. I surely wouldn't have the stamina to continue to support J13 and the family with that type of attitude. So I cordially bring up the positive when the worry-warts start up.

I guess a bit of silliness has its place here, as uncomfortable or inappropriate it may seem at times. Laughter has its own pain - your cheeks hurt from big grins, your side aches from the belly laughs, and the emotional uneasiness tugs at your common sense, but no one ever developed an ulcer from laughter. What we have developed is a stronger bond and the knowledge that no matter how far apart we are at times, we are always here when we need each other. I think back to when we were kids and all the fun and laughter we had back then. We've all grown and we've all gotten married and had kids, but the giggling kids inside us seem to come out when we get together; when we need it the most. I want J13 to hear us all laughing when she wakes up. I want her to laugh with us.

The Road to Kindergarten

2008-07-10T07:01:00.006-05:00

Kindergarten is only 5 weeks away. Both A-Cat and I have been counting down for nearly a year. The excitement of going to a "real school" bubbled in both of us. She was eager to be older and I was dreaming of being richer. This morning, I realized there is a twinge of sadness in my anticipation.

I went in to A-cat's room to kiss her sleepy head goodbye and I saw her differently than ever before. She was a kid. She wasn't my baby (that wore away a few years ago) and she wasn't my little toddler. She was a kid. It was almost like she wasn't mine; "She's too big to be my little girl," I thought.

A-Cat has always been little. My cousin said it was like watching a Chucky Doll walk and talk - she was just too little to be moving and talking like that. She will be 6 in November and at last check weighed 34 lbs and was 42 (or 44 can't remember) inches tall.

I have always joked that my daughter was "travel size". When we first moved back to Omaha, right after A-Cat's first birthday, she had an ear infection. DH took her to the new pediatrician. The doctor was concerned about her size - I'm sure A-Cat did look tiny next to my DH who is a big man. When I took her back for a check-up, the doctor wasn't so concerned anymore. "OH! I didn't realize she had a little mama," the doctor said. Yep, she has a little mama, and back then, I was real little (5'0" and 98 lbs).

At Kindergarten round-up, DH and I waited outside for A-Cat. As all the other children came filing out, DH leaned over and said, "Are they have first and second grade round-up too?" Nope - that's what a typical 5-year old looks like! We are just so use to A-Cat, that is normal to us, so we are thrown a bit off guard when someone remarks on her size. Dance class was the worst - the other moms would ask about her age and then be surprised to find out that my five-year old wasn't a three-year old. Then they would go on and on. I wanted to tell them that their freakishly large children are the weirdos!

So here we go - a new chapter in our life! My little fat baby is about to be a Kindergartner! Somewhere in me misses the long nights of feedings and changes and snuggles. A-Cat depended on me; she needed me. Over the years she has grown not only in size, but independence. I suppose that is what my job is - give her the love, discipline and tools to be an independent person. I think God gave her the independent spirit, he has just entrusted me to keep it alive.

Before I go, I feel a little obliged to give out some advice to A-Cat's new school:

• She will make you laugh when you want to scream and she will push you beyond your line - don't worry, she'll extend a hand to help you back with the hope you'll do the same for her.

• Discipline her with love and intent.

• Don't tell her how cute she is, trust me - she knows.

• Remind her that it's OK to be mad, but it's not OK to be bad.

• Speak to her like she is a child and you are an adult. She may fool you with her vocabulary and speaking ability, but she is only 5 and should be treated as such.

• Love her because she is A-Cat, the only A-Cat in the world.

Kindergarten: Here we come!

When the Phone Rings - you'd better have a tough chicken!

2008-07-08T05:57:00.007-05:00

Nothing makes your heart skip a beat like the phone ringing at 1:30AM. Nothing good ever comes from that call. No one ever thinks to call you in the middle of the night to let you know you just got a promotion, or won a new car, or were selected to be the next family featured on Super Nanny (my secret dream) - that just doesn't happen. When the phone rings at that hour, dread fills the room like smoke in a bar (a bar before the smoking ban).

This morning, the call was that my cousin was being rushed to the University Medical Center with an aneurysm. They had wanted to life-flight her in, but the storms forced them to take her via ambulance 3 hours to Omaha.

J13 (as I will call her) is 2 weeks younger than I am - she just turned 30! She is the mother of 2 wonderful children and a friend to anyone who has ever crossed her path. We grew up together and were extremely close most of our childhood years (and beyond). It is frightening that this could happen to her - someone I know and love. As the hours wear on, fright is replaced with assurance.

If it was impossible to get through this, J13 would spit in the face of impossible and do it anyway! She is one of the most athletic women I have ever known and tough as nails. She was built to play sports, she was built to survive! J13 is one tough mutha! I'm not sure what side of the family that trait comes from, but I hope it's the side we share! (I know she doesn't look real tough in a chicken costume, but for 4 or 5 years old, a chicken can be pretty tough - at least tougher than her Glenda the Good-Witch-Ballerina sister!)

Good news is that she is talking and there does not seem to be any neurological problems. We'll see what the news is later this morning, I'm sure the big guy is on her side!

Incidences like this make me realize it was a good decision to move back to Omaha from Michigan to be close to family. You just want to grab them, hold them and keep them safe. At the very least, you just need them there.

Next time the phone rings at some ungodly hour I know my heart will jump into my throat (as I think of J13 dressed as a chicken), but I hope to be able laugh when a British woman on the other end tells me that I've been "very very naughty!"

Get-Away and Get-a-Life

2008-07-03T12:14:00.008-05:00

If you've visited my blog before (and I'm sure you haven't since it's only a few days old), you'll notice I changed the template. The photo at the top is one that I took out at a friend's lake. He doesn't actually own the lake, but he does have a nice lot with an old art deco camper out there. It's his little get-away. We've been out once and are hoping to go out again soon.

Our host for the day

We all need a little get-away. Whether it's a location, a state of mind or a hobby. Since we don't have the money for a physical get-away, and my brain is too full to create a "Zen-like state of mind", I have decided to commit some time to the "hobby" I have enjoyed for years: photography.

Add a glass of lemonade and this is the perfect spot!

I have never given it the time to really make it a hobby. I had a camera and I enjoyed taking photos. Every once in awhile, I will see something and think, "That would be a great photo." Now I am determined to make time for it and create some beautiful photos. My fear has always been that it would become work, and not the release or the joy it is intended to be.

The wheelbarrow may be for work, but even it had the day off that day.

We all need time to let go and enjoy the company of our friends. Let go of the stresses of work and daily life and just laugh. It's something I haven't had in a long time, so the moments I do get, I cherish.

Friends stealing away for a moment

Included in this post are some of my photos from the day at the lake. Unfortunately, some of my favorites of all-time are the photos from visiting Sara in Spain - they were on my 35mm and are now framed. Maybe I'll get ambitious some weekend and get them transfered to a CD.

There's a New Mommy in Town

2008-07-01T10:29:00.011-05:00

Anyone who has ever had the slightest encounter with A-Cat knows my father's nickname for her is quite fitting, especially this time of year. The Human Firecracker can go from an innocent sparkler - so pretty and fun loving - to a deadly M-80 - ready to rip your fingers off dare you make one wrong move - in about the same time it takes for one Black Cat to explode.

A-Cat is a wonderful little girl, but she is what psychologists refer to as a "strong-willed" child. Anyone who has read the "The Strong-Willed Child" by Dr. James C. Dobson will know exactly what I am talking about! She isn't defiant by most standards. She is usually most happy to comply with any order given (that is: she is happy to comply if she wants to). It isn't in her blood to be disobedient. It is in her personality to be the leader.

When I attended parent-teacher conferences at her new preschool, the teacher told me the other children use to just run and play on the equipment at recess. Since A-Cat has been there, they now follow along with her elaborate stories finding treasures and bad guys and various other mysteries to solve! Look out Velma and Scooby, there's a new sleuth in town!

My little darling is an only child (and most likely will be for all time). She has spent most of her existence surrounded by adults - listening and conversing with them at a very advanced level. She now sees adults as her peers rather than her classmates or other children. She once told her preschool teacher who was trying to get her to nap (nap time is another story) that "You're not the boss of me!" So DH and I are working to teach her respect for authority.

Not only is she smart, she is smart enough to manipulate adults. Where I once would not flinch at the request of 15 hugs post bed-time (what mother could deny the plea for a hug?), there are no longer anyhugs and kisses given once her little peanut head hits the pillow. Nor do I give into her requests to have her music turned back on multiple times. Amazingly one incident of each solved the problem!

One night A-Cat came tip-toeing in and asked for another "huggy please". I simply but firmly said, "You are to be sleeping now. I gave you a big hug and kiss at bed time. Go to sleep and you can have all the hugs and kisses you want in the morning." With her head hung low, she shuffled back to bed.

The next night, she came in asking to have her music turned back on (she listens to the They Might Be Giants "NO!" CD at bed time - a FANTASTIC CD!) I informed her that I had already turned it on the first time and that was her chance to fall asleep to the music. "Daddy turned it on the first time!' she quipped back. "Well then," I said, "You have had two chances to fall asleep to your music. There will not be another chance. Go to bed and go to sleep." This time the low-hung head and shuffling feet didn't pull at my heart as hard.

I must admit there have been times I have wished for a child with a milder personality - Give me a smoke-bomb or one of those black snakes! Think how easy it would be! Think how boring it would be. A-Cat makes us laugh - milk-out-the-nose laugh! She is a beautiful girl and I really think it's the horns and tail hiding beneath that give her that spark - the charm that draws people to her! She has been that way since birth, and I have no doubt she will be that way until the day heads up to the pearly gates! And just know when she hits those pearly gates, there will be a fireworks display so grand that even the biggest scrooge will know something special just happened!

The photo on this post is one we took of A-Cat last Summer. On our Journey home from Iowa, we came across an orphanage that had been torn down. Only the sign remained. We awoke a sleeping A-Cat and handed her a bag from the trunk. Momma-Cat couldn't resist this picture!

Happy Independence Day!

2008-06-30T13:09:00.001-05:00

The Summer From Hell

2008-06-30T07:54:00.005-05:00

There are wild fires in the west, drought in the South and floods in Iowa and Missouri. What do we get her in the Big O? Huge, unpredictable tornadoes and wind storms.

The first Tornado flew through our neighborhood at about 2am on a Sunday Morning several weeks ago. We were lucky to only have some tree damage, but were reminded just how lucky we were when we drove 4 blocks north. Homes with no roofs, homes without any exterior walls and total destruction.

Ten days later another tornado - this was the one responsible for the deaths up in Little Sioux. It was a long night in the basement and the closest touchdown was about 5 blocks to the south of us.

This past Friday we had straight line winds up to 125 mph fly through our city at about 5pm. Just in-time to terrorise those sitting outside at Memorial Park waiting for the free concert to begin. Many more were in Downtown Omaha at the Summer Arts Festival. Thousands of trees were tossed to the ground (roots and all thanks to the ungodly amount of rain we've had the last month). Homes and cars destroyed by fallen trees. Nearly 130,000 residents were without power (many are still in the dark). There were two fatalities in Council Bluffs (just across the river).

I spent the several hours after the storm drinking with some friends at Grandmothers. We're pretty sure they were the only place in a 40 block radius that was open: they still had power. The drink special: Hurricanes!

I think we are all ready for some calm weather.

Sorry I missed your Birthday Mike!

2008-06-27T15:19:00.002-05:00

Party on!

Sweet Smell of Success

2008-06-27T12:13:00.005-05:00

I've been trying to figure out what my definition of success really is (at least for today) and how to achieve it. The first step in letting go of perfection and being being perfectly flawed is being honest with yourself. Something I must admit hasn't been a strong point for me. So for right now, my definition of success is being completely honest!

So here are some things I'd like to get off my chest:

• I am a horrible housekeeper (and cubicle-keeper, and car-keeper)

Really, I am. I'm good at cleaning, and I like to have a clean house, but the act of cleaning itself has just never been appealing! A magazine-ready home is fine, but really who does that? Do people really live in these homes?

• I smoke

That's right I am an eviiiil smoker. For those of you who thought I had quit - I did - I really did. Life got ugly and I am weak. I know that I always have 20 friends that don't judge me and don't lie to me. I'm married to a former smoker -you know the kind I mean - they think smoking is the most horrible, evil, disgusting thing I could be doing. I like to explain that I was a smoker when he married me - he knew what horrible, evil, disgusting life laid ahead!

• I don't balance my checkbook

Bad, I know - the consequences have proven that, but does anyone still balance their checkbook when online banking is available? At one point I knew someone who thought that the balance on the ATM receipt was correct. Never mind those 4 checks I mailed yesterday! This is probably my worst habit and one I have vowed to conquer!

• My family eats out 4 times a week

I love to cook, but trying to be perfect all day is simply exhausting! Who wants to come home and cook and then clean (see the first bullet point)?

• I'm not as tough as I try to appear

Physically - I'm not real tough and I don't try to be. At 5-foot-nothin', there isn't the option of looking too tough. I do however try to talk a big game, but rest assured, I'm not always as self-confident as I sound. My meow is bigger than my bite!

So there you have it. I've come clean! These lies won't plague any longer!