Wednesday, November 24, 2010

I'm thankful for

frozen pies

frozen rolls

a turkey small enough to fit in my crockpot

redbox codes for FIVE free redboxes
(yes, we will probably watch all five in one day)

a family who is happy to spend time all by ourselves

a fridge full of food

a good book or the fourth good book in four days

friends who are smart and kind and thoughtful
(even when just an hour before doing something extremely thoughtful
they swore they were never thoughtful)

a singing baby in footed jammies and curls
(I always wanted ONE daughter with curly hair)

a place to live, no matter how humble


good weather

a working washer and dryer

cragislist - I made $20 today

good good kids (the best)

a husband I love







did I mention frozen pies?

and Sister Schubert rolls?

Monday, November 22, 2010

Peace and Quiet

Tonight I am grateful for peace and quiet.

I am not sure what is making me so grateful.

It may be living 24 hours a day with a very hyper 17 month old.

Or the fact that I am now the mother of a teenager.

Or that I have a daughter exactly like me who could talk non-stop all day.

Or the cheers and incantations that my only quiet child has felt loyal to practicing.

Tonight, LG is getting a sleep study.

I can't wait until he gets his C-pap machine.

There's nothing like a c-pap'd husband that can make a woman feel old.
For some reason, that just made me think the man was getting his yearly vaginal exam.
What is that? Not c-pap. But some other form of pap.

So, tonight, I am grateful for peace and quiet.
Because it may not be too much longer that I will enjoy this luxury through the night.

(Insert the sound of c-pap)

But really, I have found serenity.

In peace and quiet.

And I long for it.

Even if I only get it for a few short hours during nap time and before I conk out in bed at night.

Monday, November 08, 2010

Really Important Stuff My Kids Have Taught Me #25

Toads aren't ugly, they're just toads.

My two cents:
people who pose kissing toads
are ugly.

Friday, November 05, 2010

I Get By With a Little Help From My Friends

At the end of last week,
when I was having a really bad day,
a friend showed up
with a beautiful sketch
and a hand written poem.
It told me to
keep having faith.
It was perfect.

And then earlier in this week,
on my birthday,
my husband and I weren't speaking.
I am not trying to talk bad
about my husband
because I love him dearly.
It is what it is.
And it is as much my fault
as his.

what does a girl do
when she isn't on good terms
with her bestest friend
on her birthday?

I contacted one of my
newest and coolest friends
and begged her to go to lunch with me.
She ended up paying for my lunch
and bringing me a gift.
And it was all so sweet,
but the conversation was the best part
of my day.

A lot of my other friends
had already planned a lunch for later in the week.
And I couldn't call any of them because
we all had our kids home.
A lunch out for your birthday
is no fun with your kids.
And I had to eat out for my birthday.
And I really didn't want to do it alone.

My birthday was on election day
and it was so nice of Knox County
to give the kids the day off
for my birthday.

As my girls grow up,
every day,
they are becoming greater friends to me.
It's an awesome sight
to see them growing
into women.
Women who I want
to hang out with.
God is good.
He let me birth
some of my best friends.
They all know their mom well.
They let me sleep in
and baked me a birthday cake.
And they know how I feel about
birthday candles,
so they lit my cake up
for me to make a wish.
They said, "Hurry mom,
unless you want a wax cake."

I did it.
I blew out
all 37 candles.
My birthday wish
was for my husband to
Now that I told you,
I guess it isn't going to come true.

But it's o.k.
that we still weren't speaking
in time for him to take me to dinner
because two friends took care of it.

A friend on facebook recently
asked if Mormons put crack in their food
when they brought people meals.
Someone answered it
wasn't crack she was tasting
That Mormon dinner was scrumdeliumptious.
And so was the venting binge
with the friend
who had made it.
Understanding hearts and
big hugs are sometimes the best gifts.

Yesterday I had lunch with
the previously mentioned friends
at one of their homes.
They got me a mani/pedi
and Baskin Robbins
gift certificates.
They also gave me a framed picture
with a mom laughing with her children
"Time to Laugh."
And one made me some
homemade salsa.
Again the conversation
was the best part.
And the
yummy homemade chinese.
I think it had crack in it.

Well, I almost made it through my week.
But I have been extra tired all week long.
I think we have a little bug.
This morning both Caroline and I slept until about 11.

Abigail walked in the door at noon.
She was supposed to be at school.
She said that she wasn't feeling well.
And that Rita had brought her home.

LeGrand was out of town for the day,
and everyone had tried to call me,
but I never heard my cell phone.
We got rid of our home phone last week.
LG ended up calling Rita
who went and brought my sick baby home.

Where would I be without my friends?
I don't think I would be getting by.

I love you all!
Thanks for helping me
scrape by.
Especially as of late.

Wednesday, November 03, 2010

Need to knows

Let's just say that Caroline
can be pretty intense
when she gets a hold of something
and doesn't want to give it back.

Let's pretend that she has never poked someone with a fork.

Tuesday, November 02, 2010

Mom's Revenge

I'm 37 years old today,
and the last thing I want for my birthday
is cake.

Why, you ask?
Keep reading.

This morning I shopped at Food City
so that the school would get a portion of my sales
for new computers next year.
Even though I may have gotten what I needed cheaper elsewhere.

(For the sake of this story,
let's just pretend I shopped at Food City
out of school pride,
and not because it is
the closest grocery store to my house.)

I bought frosting with Box Tops on them
even though they were 50 cents more
than the generic brand.
The frostings I bought were in special containers
that had TWO boxtops
each worth 25 cents for my school of choice.
And my kids get prizes
from the PTSO
if they turn in the most boxtops.

I then proceeded to make
for the second grade's
cake walk
at the school's
fall festival tonight.

In case you are wondering
what I did for the third grade,
I already bought
items for their
gift basket
last week.

last week,
I also bought
sugar free
for the third graders
to decorate their
healthy rice krispy treats.

The sugar free kind is
mandated by the federal government,
who doesn't seem to care if it cost me
a dollar more than the regular
kind with actual sugar.

Oh, and for the second grade
I bought frozen yogurt
(also mandated)
and it
cost me $2
more than
the ice-cream
I would have preferred to eat.

I am sure that my kids
will not come home
without one of my cakes.
I wonder how much that is gonna cost me?
Not to mention
how many songs I will have to endure
as they hope they
get picked.
1/20 chance.

I made 20 of those cakes,
please take mercy on me
after ten tries."

when I get a bite
of my own
homemade cake,
that ended up costing me
who knows how much,
and gave back to
the school
more than my tax dollars,
I will smile
because somehow I beat
the federal government,
and got a cake
full of sugar
from a public school.

I will also be smiling
because I will
be 100% certain
that I am an amazing mother.

If only I had some
regular ice-cream,
instead of leftover frozen yogurt.

Oh, and did you notice
the silly bandz
as part of the packaging?

Two can play at this game.

Even though my cakes might be

cheaper to make

you know my cakes
are gonna be way more
desired tonight
than those store bought ones.

Thank you to the
of Silly Bandz,
who have also taken
who knows how much
from me
the past year.

P.S. I wrote this post yesterday.
It only took $6
to win a cake.
And Bella chose
someone else's
And nobody was choosing mine.

So much for mom's revenge.
But, I am still the best mom in the world.
Because it's my birthday,
and guess what my girls did
this morning.
They let me sleep in
and they baked me a cake
for breakfast.

Monday, November 01, 2010

Southern Drawls

The other day
LeGrand was getting onto Abigail.

How could she have a crush on a boy
who is always misspelling his texts?

I took the opportunity to tell him
that while I was on my mission
every time I read a letter from him,
I would cringe
and resist the urge to edit
with a red pen
and mail it back.

I know
I'm just a tad controlling.

But he had to admit
that I am about
the smartest gal in the world.
Not because I can spell
(for the most part)
but because I chose to marry him
before he could.
And he was in the 14th grade.

Abigail then said,
"Dad, it's texting,
you don't have to spell right."

I am sure LeGrand
was secretly wishing that he
could have dated me via text.