Friday, April 29, 2011
Last night we went to bed at 9:00 (and I easily fell asleep) and our alarm went off at 3:00 a.m., I blinked, leaned up on my elbows, considered whether it was really worth getting out of bed, and then hopped up and put on my fancy pajamas for the party. Chuck rolled out of bed and turned on the TV (which was already recording coverage of the wedding). Just seeing the TV motivated me to get moving. This was totally worth it!
So we tiptoed out of the house (while Rosie "watched" the kids while she slept) and we drove over to Ruffino's where the place was packed! There were groups of ladies dressed up in pajamas and English-style hats with brims wide and tall. The restaurant was bustling around - clearly their first time to hose a Royal Wedding Watching party at 3:00 a.m. We got a seat, but it didn't take long to realize it wasn't going to work out for me because this was my view of the TV.
Chuck bemoaned the fact that he was the only guy in attendance. I pointed out that there were plenty of male waitstaff and at least three or four gay men in attendance too. For some reason, that didn't keep him from feeling out of place. Still, he was a good sport and even let me take a picture of him.
So, the point of the entire thing was to watch the wedding and since my view of the wedding was completely blocked by women wearing outlandish hats, I decided it wasn't worth the $50 a head to stay, so we left and I ended up enjoying the entire thing from the comfort of my bed, after Chuck brought me orange juice in a champagne flute. Yes, he's fantastic. And yes, he's patient. But remember, so am I. *wink, wink*
Cheers to the new royal couple! I was quite impressed with their humor and beauty. My favorite part was all their smiles, and when Prince William whispered to Kate's father at the alter, "We were supposed to have just a small family affair." What good humor. I hope they will continue to laugh.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
I know my babies adore(d) the book "Goodnight Moon" and I've heard many mothers complain about having to read the thing repeatedly.
Well, here's a version of the book for parents. I LOVE this and can't wait to go buy it.
And you can click HERE for the article that describes the book and emphasizes that this is a book for adults - not children. Here's a little sample of the book (that I got from the article):
The cats nestle close to their kittens.It's pure greatness!
The lambs have laid down with the sheep.
You're cozy and warm in your bed, my dear
Please go the f@#k to sleep.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
Well, one of my several perfect friends (who I think all suffer from TTDT aka "thighs that don't touch"), is opening up a Smart Barre Studio. Yes, can you believe that? Not only is she perfect, but she is perfecting her dreams. She is a professionally trained ballerina, has two kids, is married to a former pro-soccer player turned international executive (who also happens to be Luke's soccer coach and grew up in my home town of Spring, Texas), and she's beautiful inside and out. In fact, here's her picture (which I stole from her fb page, because, well, friends can do that, can't they?).
Right? This isn't the picture on her blog, but she has one there too. I swear, you have to be beautiful to put your picture up on your blog for all the world to see. As you can see by the header of my blog, I look better as a cartoon than I do in real life. Trust me on this. I digress.
I can't reiterate how difficult it is to slouch next to her on the side-lines of our kids' soccer game while she holds herself up with picture-perfect posture. I console myself by remembering that I probably got to enjoy more margaritas and chocolate donuts than she did in the past years, so in the end I'm really the winner. See how I can rationalize anything?
Okay, anyway, just wanted to give you guys a heads up in case anyone wants to join her class. I'm typically at work during her class times but I'm hoping to find a perfect time once she opens up her studio. Check out her website if you have time: SmartBarre. Of course, I realize that the more she works out teaching her amazing classes all day long (and I hear they are absolutely amazing), the better she is going to look and I'm going to have to resist the urge to hate her even more. Good thing I can look past those good looks and enjoy a friendship with anyone who can embrace a glass of wine.
And Allison . . . thanks for putting up with me!
Thursday, April 21, 2011
For some reason, many people think that I'm perfect - or close to perfect - but the truth is, the only thing I'm perfect at is projecting the image of perfection, and really, that's a big fat lie too. Just ask ChuckyLuv. He knows the truth - as does any single person who has ever visited my home.
The place is a freakin' wreck almost all the time. Now, I'll admit that it isn't going to be featured on "Hoarders" or "Buried Alive" anytime soon, but I'll the fact is that the kitchen is only ever clean for the orgasmic five minutes just after the maids finish cleaning my house every other Friday. And the remainder of the house is a cluttered mess full of piles of laundry, toys throughout, unfinished Lego projects, numerous pieces of school artwork, stacks of mail, the most recent snack, and at least one empty bottle of wine or champagne and two empty glasses.
I am fully aware of the state of my household organization (or lack thereof), but for some reason I was highly offended, embarrased, and generally depressed when I received a detailed note from the exterminator that visited our home today (who I forgot was coming) about the overall condition of my home. Robert (aka "The-Man-Who-Kills-Bugs-for-A-Living" - yes, I'm being catty) scrawled the following words onto my receipt:
Attic O.K. Yard Cluttered w/ toys. home cluttered throughout especially
Garage. Please try to have toys picked up before ea. svc.
And you can find more images of these on the Hoarder's website or the Buried Alive website.
Robert, we're done. Don't come back.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
We discovered this in our bathroom the other morning.
This is brought to you by a graffiti artist named Luke.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
This is from a song that the kids are currently obsessed with. We found a bonus CD of 5 songs by Laurie Berkner Band in the depths of my minivan. Haven't heard of them? You must not watch Jack's Big Music Show. She's really pretty good and damn it if her songs don't stick in your head! Chuck and I were singing them all weekend, and they are still obviously stuck in our heads.
This includes hits such as "We are the Dinosaurs marching, marching"
and "I Called You on the Telephone, ring-a-ling-a-ling you weren't home" and "I'm Gonna Catch You, You Better Run, I'm Gonna Catch You, Here I Come!"
Seriously, I love that the kids like these songs, but the songs running through my head are driving me crazy!
Monday, April 18, 2011
Admittedly, I am glad that this isn't how my children act (yet), but there are some aspects of this child's behavior that are admirable and some that are downright inappropriate.
Still, the more I watch this, the more I like it.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Also, I'd like to apologize to all my friends whose birthday parties I attend. I hate birthday parties. They are such a pain in my ass - yes, it's all about me; get over it. But I will go and I will most likely be cordial, but I will not be the friend that jumps up and down and wants to help you plan the birthday party. In fact, I'll probably sit in a corner and desperately wonder if you have wine in the house.
One of my friends informed me last night that her daughter's birthday party is going to be at Chuck E. Cheese (referred to in code at our house to avoid hysteria as "Charles E Fromage"). I let out a ridiculously put-upon sigh and said with derision in my voice, "Sweet Jesus. Why?"
Well the answer is a simple one: the birthday girl wanted her party there. To be frank, I'd probably do the same thing while bitching about it the entire time and apologizing profusely to each set of parents whose kids I had invited to the land of germs, pizza, games, chaos, noise, and a scary-costumed-giant mouse (who is probably some poor acne-ridden teenager who is just trying to make a buck). Ugh, Charles E. Formage - I despise thee.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
My nails, I bit them all because of you! And my hair! Look at my hair! I cut it off just for you! Of all the pigheaded fathers!Hope this one is a tad bit harder than the last.
So here it is!
The space goes down, down baby, down, down the roller coaster. Sweet, sweet baby, sweet, sweet, don't let me go. Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa pop. Shimmy, shimmy, rock. Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa pop. Shimmy, shimmy, rock. I met a girlfriend - a triscuit. She said, a triscuit - a biscuit. Ice cream, soda pop, vanilla on the top. Ooh, Shelly's out, walking down the street, ten times a week. I read it. I said it. I stole my momma's credit. I'm cool. I'm hot. Sock me in the stomach three more times.I can sing it in my head and had it memorized at one point! Love this movie!
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
He's still my sweet baby.
I can't believe that he has grown from this:
He's loving and wonderful and frustrating all at the same time. I adore him. Happy birthday my sweet little man.
Chuck made pancakes for Luke this morning and then we measured his height to see how much he had grown. He's officially on a growth spurt!
We are so blessed.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
So, I got to spend the weekend with these two munchkins while Luke and Chuck went to an overnight Cub Scout camp out. Ooo . . . ahh.
Evie, George and I really had a great time together. We snuggled together,
and managed to go to an Easter Egg Hunt!
Chuck kept me posted with pictures and captions as follows:
"Luke playing leap frog."
(he's squatting down and wearing a striped shirt)
"Luke disregarding personal space to examine a worm."
(not at all surprised)
"At the camp fire. It was too dark to get the skits. Ask Luke for his impression of a raindrop." Seriously, ask Luke this next time you see him; it's hilarious.
"Luke with his very first pocketknife. Which promptly had to be taken back since scouts get their knives at 8 years old. He'll get it back in the car."
And the one that drove me to drink simply based on jealousy:
"The view from my hammock."
He was not even a little bit jealous.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Me: "Daddy and I make a baby by giving each other a special hug."
Luke: "Can I see the special hug?"
Luke: "Well, when can I see the special hug?"
Me: "Uh. Well. Hmm. You can never see Mommy and Daddy do the 'special hug.'"
Me: "Because it is private."
Me: "Uh huh. But maybe I'll get you a book about it. Soon."
The end of that conversation . . . for now.