Monday, August 31, 2009
Chuck had big plans to take Evie to a very fancy restaurant for dinner, but the place he went to was closed on Sunday night. Instead, Evie picked McDonalds. Chuck was the best dressed person at McDonalds. After Evie slowly ate her Chicken Nuggets, apples, and french fries, she asked, "Daddy, when are we going to go on our date?" Chuck said, "This is it. What else do you want to do on our date?" Evie, "Play." So, Chuck took her to the park. Chuck was the best dressed person at the park. She played on the swing and the slide and all the other playground equipment. After she finished playing, Chuck took her to the grocery store so he could buy her some flowers. Chuck was the best dressed person at the grocery store. She picked out some red flowers and when they got home, he helped her put them in water. Absolutely precious. What a great first date!
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Whoohoo for Champagne Thursday!
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Seriously, when did crossing guards start carrying bullhorns so they could shout at parents several blocks away? When I didn't immediately turn around to move my car, he hopped in his spiffy golf cart and started "speeding" my way. I'm not sure I can be trusted to keep my cool if the crossing guard decides to confront me directly about my infraction.
Monday, August 24, 2009
The cafeteria is huge.
There are three playgrounds. Two yellow and one blue.
I sit between . . . . um . . . my friends. I don't know the names.
My teacher stood with me.
Um, Mom, can I tell you something? I played with these peg things that you make decorations with.
He seemed to love it! He sounded happy and totally cool about going back tomorrow. I asked him how lunch was and he said it was good. I asked him if he might want to buy his lunch some time and he said yes. He said he liked his teacher and had fun with his friends Audrey and Vee. I'm so very happy for him . . . and me!
Saturday we went to the Kindergarten Popsicle Social in the park across the street from the school. We found out the name of his teacher and met a few kids that are in his class. He seemed fairly uninterested in meeting anyone and was primarily focused on the Popsicles and playing on the playground. We found out that Luke will be in the same class with a couple of his friends from Montessori. That makes it a little more comfortable.
Then last night Chuck and I went to the Parents' open house to meet the teacher and get the low down on Kindergarten. They handed me six separate sheets of paper in addition to a packet of school procedures. As the teacher started to go over all the things we needed to remember, a had a sinking feeling as I realized that my life was about to get about 10 times more complicated than I had imagined. All of a sudden I now had to remember what to put in Luke's backpack every morning, what he can and can't wear to school, spirit day is Thursday, show and tell is Friday, a lunch costs $1.50, pack two napkins in his lunchbox, send a water bottle to school every day, check his folder every night, learn the discipline system (1 = talks to much, 2 = didn't raise his hand, etc), visiting rules, sign up to read to the kids one Friday, birthday party procedures, and the list goes on and on. I was still so excited so I bought up a ton of stuff at the PTA store including a "Tanglewood Mom" shirt. I've never ever felt so soccer-momish! Here's a picture of Luke standing by the yard sign I bought last night. Seriously, I've reached new levels of dorkiness.
Luke holding Daddy's hand as we walk to school.
Luke walking up the stairs to School
Oh, and here's a picture of little Evie, who was very disappointed that she didn't get to go to school today. The poor girl has to wait two years.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option.
More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can't wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that's not only better, but also more directly involves me.
Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.
I don't understand the purpose of the line, "I don't need to drink to have fun." Great, no one does. But why start a fire with flint and sticks when they've invented the lighter?
Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you're going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you're crazy by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk.
That's enough, Nickelback.
I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.
The letters T and G are very close to each other on a keyboard. This recently became all too apparent to me and consequently I will never be ending a work email with the phrase "Regards" again. (Professional Mom's Favorite)
Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn't work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem. Every kid in
There is a great need for sarcasm font.
Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the hell was going on when I first saw it.
I think everyone has a movie that they love so much, it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I'll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone's laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I'm still the only one who really, really gets it.
How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?
I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.
I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.
The only time I look forward to a red light is when I'm trying to finish a text.
A recent study has shown that playing beer pong contributes to the spread of mono and the flu. Yeah, if you suck at it.
Was learning cursive really necessary?
Lol has gone from meaning, "laugh out loud" to "I have nothing else to say".
I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.
Answering the same letter three times or more in a row on a Scantron test is absolutely petrifying.
Whenever someone says "I'm not book smart, but I'm street smart", all I hear is "I'm not real smart, but I'm imaginary smart".
How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear what they said?
Every time I have to spell a word over the phone using 'as in' examples, I will undoubtedly draw a blank and sound like a complete idiot. Today I had to spell my boss's last name to an attorney and said "Yes that's G as in...(10 second lapse)..ummm...Goonies"
What would happen if I hired two private investigators to follow each other?
While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and instinctively swerved to avoid it...thanks Mario Kart.
MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.
Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.
I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water.
Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty,and you can wear them forever.
I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.
Bad decisions make good stories
Whenever I'm Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don't mind if I do!
If Carmen San Diego and Waldo ever got together, their offspring would probably just be completely invisible.
Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I'm from, this shouldn't be a problem....
You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you've made up your mind that you just aren't doing anything productive for the rest of the day.
Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don't want to have to restart my collection.
There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.
I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.
"Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this ever.
I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching TV. There's so much pressure. 'I love this show, but will they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren't watching this. It's only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?'
I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Aghh!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?
I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.
When I meet a new girl, I'm terrified of mentioning something she hasn't already told me but that I have learned from some light internet stalking.
I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it's on shuffle,then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes.
Why is a school zone 20 mph? That seems like the optimal cruising speed for pedophiles...
As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers,but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.
Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.
It should probably be called Unplanned Parenthood.
I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.
Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn't know what do to with it.
Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I'd bet my ass everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time every time...
My 4-year old son asked me in the car the other day "Dad what would happen if you ran over a ninja?" How the hell do I respond to that?
It really pisses me off when I want to read a story on CNN.com and the link takes me to a video instead of text.
I wonder if cops ever get pissed off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.
I think the freezer deserves a light as well.
I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lites than Kay.
The other night I ordered takeout, and when I looked in the bag, saw they had included four sets of plastic silverware. In other words,someone at the restaurant packed my order, took a second to think about it, and then estimated that there must be at least four people eating to require such a large amount of food. Too bad I was eating by myself.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
The two of them also like to sleep in their clothes from the day - that stems from Chuck's laziness. And sometimes they ask to "sleep in their tummy" which means sleeping without a shirt on. Absolutely precious, but I have to translate for babysitters before we go out for the evening.
One of my biggest concerns about Lindsey moving to Texas was how she would handle the heat. Apparently, that isn't as big of an issue as I originally thought. She wears a sweatshirt and jeans almost every day. She's almost always cold! She thinks it is because she isn't used to having an air conditioner in the house, and our a/c is always on. So, no worries there.
She took the kids swimming yesterday and they loved it. She is now George's main squeeze. He smiles whenever he sees her - it's precious. She and the dog cuddle up on the couch every night - and she knows I'm totally jealous. Next week we start to get into full swing when Luke starts Kindergarten. I'm sure we're in for some sort of crazy catastrophe next week - but it wouldn't be my life if it wasn't crazy all the time.
Also of interest is that Lindsey heard the song "Lyin' Eyes" by the Eagles FOUR times in her first week in the States. How weird is that? Last I checked, that song wasn't in the top forty. Weird.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Not Evie or George.
Not his grandma.
Not his friend Savannah.
Not his friend Maddie.
Not Santa Clause or the Easter Bunny.
It is this sweet, beautiful, young lady named Shelby who once lived with us for approximately six months while she finished up her degree at TCU.
Despite the fact that she's a dead ringer for Keira Knightly from Pirates of the Caribbean (sans the accent and a drop of makeup), she is also one of my favorite people too. She is kind, considerate, funny, and so much more. She lived with us when Luke was only three, but he remembers the fact that she would roll him in a blanket like a burrito, throw pillows at him, chase him, play peek-a-boo, and generally entertain him. If I even mention that she's coming over, he gets excited and tells Evie, "Remember!? She throws pillows at us!"
He is like a giddy school girl and, I swear, if he was a poodle he would pee on the floor at the mere mention of her name. Evie was actually too young to remember Shelby because Evie was only just learning to walk when Shelby moved in with us, but Evie even likes to get in on the fun with Shelby.
We don't get to see Shelby much these days because she now lives in Dallas. Still, we cherish our moments with her and always look forward to her visits. She visited us a few months ago and we had to pry Luke off of her when it was time for her to leave.
Here's a video of them hanging out on the couch, spitting on each other - a typical game between Shelby and Luke - filled with love and laughter.
Shelby, thanks for being a part of our lives.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
"Get your tongue out of your nose."
You can't see it very well by the picture but the tip of her tongue is actually in her nostril. Disgusting, no matter how adorable she is. She has a bad habit of putting her tongue in her nose - particularly when she has a cold. I don't understand why my children have inordinately long tongues, but they certainly do. Chuck and I can't do that, so there must be something about the magic combination of our genes that produces tongues that rival Gene Simmons.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
You're my boy Blue!
We watched this movie last night and I cracked up through the whole thing. It is a modern classic. I just can't stop laughing. My favorite part is this quote:
I see Blue. He looks glorious!
Unfortunately, writing it, just doesn't do it justice!
Monday, August 10, 2009
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Wednesday, August 5, 2009
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Monday, August 3, 2009
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Also new on the Lindsey front: She doesn't like Pierce Brosnan. Um, can you say "sacrilege?" And this is a quote from her favorite movie:
Hi I'm Cellulite Sally; look at my huge ba-donkey. Don't forget about me, I'm Backfat Betty. Now who could have said that? Oh yeah, it's Tina the Talking Tummy.
To be fair, I had to look up this quote, but it is from a pretty funny part of the movie. Remember to think like a 19-year old when trying to figure out what her favorite movie would be. Surprisingly, I actually own this movie, but Chuck refuses to watch it. He's such an old man.