Wow. Where does the time go? It's bittersweet, really. You spend all this time in anticipation and then the big day comes and it's over in an instant. Now I understand why my father would tell us to slow down and attempt to take "breaks" for coffee refills or even breakfast. His attempts were futile and within minutes, all the presents would be opened and the paper carelessly tossed on the floor. It seems like just yesterday it was Black Friday Eve and the hubs and I were trying to decide if we should take naps before our midnight shopping excursion. We were very organized. We carefully perused the ads and then made a list of stores and items wanted at those stores.
It took us 8 hours, 12am to 8am to get all our holiday shopping done. We started at midnight at the Lee Shops then headed to the Berkshire Mall at 3am to hit Old Navy and Sears and then was outside of Target on-line before the doors opened at 5am. Target was a little crazy and scray at the same time. Some people were literally out of control and angry. It wasn't pretty but we were able to get the items we wanted and then we were off to Joanne's at 6am and then Dick's and finally Home Depot. Phew, what a lifesaver. With all the holiday cookie baking, fudge making, cleaning to get the house presentable, and cooking of Christmas dinner, and then all the birthday parties before Christmas and Christmas parties to attend, who has time to shop for presents? And honestly, who really has the money? Yes we strive to get that perfect gift or two, try to set limits, but it can be an impossible feat. In this economic climate we should all be saving for an uncertain future, but if we don't spend, the economy sinks further. It's a no-win situation. But on a brighter note, what a wonderful time of year. People are happier and brighter despite the long, dark and cold days.
As the New Year approaches, literally in just a couple of days, we start to think about possible resolutions. I've pondered a couple. Loose that 5 pounds. Well I could do it in a week if I really wanted to! Cut out sugar. Quite impossible. Again, I could do it for a week but I would fall off the wagon. But maybe I should focus more on others like working on being more patient. Or stick with last year's, finish unfinished projects. What can I say? I am a busy mother of two. Well maybe four, if you add in a husband and a dog. Technically speaking, I did start back to school this year. I have taken 7 out of 8 pre-requisite courses for an accelerated nursing program. There was no time for scrapbooking and quilting projects.
Maybe I should be more thankful and stop taking things for granted. I had a wonderful child psychology professor this past semester and during one of his lectures something he said just hit home with me. He said if you think you are having a bad day, park outside the oncology department at the hospital and watch the people struggling in and out of the entrance. "Those people, my friends, are much worse off." And it's true. Things can always be worse. Appreciate the family and friends in your life more and stop taking those relationships for granted. But of course, that should be a lifelong resolution.
In the short term, I think finish unfinished projects again. I have a plastic bin of quilting fabric and another of scrapbooking supplies. My goal for the next couple of months is to at least finish the scrapbooking and get to the point where I can do current events. I am registered for 2 class for the Spring semester. Nursing school starts in May, if I am accepted. I have a lot to do in 4 months! Short term goals are always more attainable. Well usually. Fingers crossed!
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
It's been long overdue...
So last night I was reading back through a couple of posts, and the memories came flooding back. And my, how I have grown! To bring you up to speed... I now have three little monsters running around, Lily is now 4, though closing in on 5 in a month, James just had his second birthday and of course our crazy dog Nika. We have moved 3 times and bought our very first house one year ago. A cute cape bungalow with a small gorgeous "secret garden" like yard. I was going to start a blog about decorating the house, then I was going to start a blog about our exterior painting adventures but then I realized, I already had a perfectly nice blog and I would just add to it. So that's what I'm doing! So exciting! I'm still as unfocused as ever, dabbling in gardening, quilting projects, scrapbooking, decorating, organizing, designing a wardrobe space... I already know what you are thinking, I'll admit it, I am a domestic goddess. ha! In addition to my domestic duties, I have enrolled in a community college up here in NY and I am taking pre-requisite courses for an accelerated 3 semester nursing program. I have 7 classes completed, one more to go in the spring and I have already applied to the University. I should learn of my fate by February. Also in the mix, another possible relocation to either Plattsburgh, 5 hours North or Poughkeepsie 3 hours South. Ah, military life!
So... I invite you to sit back, relax and enjoy some light reading about my daily adventures!
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Defending myself
Very often I run into someone, friend or family, random teammate on a softball team and I am asked the following question, "What do you do all day?" The question is posed in a tone I particularly detest. A condecending tone that makes me feel like I need to defend my position as a stay at home mother, though I rarely stay at home, of a 21 month old on the verge of the terrbible two's. On top of that, I have a 5 month old lab mix puppy. What's the mix you ask? We are thinking now she is part boxer. I will explain this position in a few lines.
I am a full time mother running on overtime. So what does that mean exactly? Well it is isn't rocket science nor am I laying on the couch all day tossing bon bons into my mouth while I flick through the channels and TiVo my soaps. Being a full time mother is an extraordinary responsibility as with any job dealing with and interacting with a child. They are little sponges absorbing the ways of the world and if that view is slightly scewed, that child will grow up slightly scewed or worse! They are very impressionable and tremendously insightful. They do not like to sit around, they are busy exploring, putting things in their mouths, grabbing things off of low shelves, and quite often, enjoy sampling the culinary delights of Purina.
In the following timeline I will try to accurately represent what constitutes a typical day for this stay at home mother...
1:45 a.m. Puppy is running around the bedroom, she needs to go out immediately.
2:00 a.m. Back inside, settled into bed, puppy is barking and panting. Who's f-ing idea was it to get a puppy? Christ. Of course it was mine, complete genious.
2:25 a.m. Back inside again, still no elimination, put puppy in kennel where she should have been in the first place.
2:25-3:45 a.m. Yelping, whining, barking, scratching, yelping again, chewing... Ahh, she settling down.
3:55 a.m. Lily crying at her door. She climbs out of crib now and waits for us at the door. Better get her quick before she locks herself in again...
4:05 a.m. Puppy and daughter are now both in bed with us. Puppy is snoring. Definitely boxer.
5:30 a.m. Husband's alarm goes off repeatedly. He hears nothing. For the entire night, he has heard nothing.
5:31-5:55 a.m. Nudging husband to get out of bed so he will not be late for work but doing so carefully trying not to wake either puppy or daughter.
6:10 a.m. The door slams behind hubby in his rush to get to work and puppy wakes up. She has to go outside.
6:20 a.m. Eureka! Elimination! Come inside, fill up food and water bowls, try to climb back into bed for 10 more minutes.
6:30 a.m. Lily wakes me up by kissing me. Was I sleeping? So cute! "Mommy? Mommy? Elmo?"
6:40-7:30 ish a.m. Diaper change, fill up Lily's juice/water combo, turn on cartoons, fix breakfast. This week, Kix. "Yummy cereal mommy!" Do dishes from the night or entire day before.
7:15 a.m. Gevalia begins to brew. This week, French Vanilla. Devine.
It's hazy between 7:15-8:30 a.m. Drink my coffee, pick up cereal off the ground, maybe let puppy out another time or clean up pee in the bedroom, start a load of laundry, sometimes take my shower...
8:30 a.m. Simply Quilts, HGTV! More inspiration on another quilt project that I will never have time to accomplish.
9:00-9:30 a.m. Bath for Lily, shower for me or shower for both Lily and I.
9:30-9:40 a.m. Chase Lily around trying to get a diaper on her before she pees on the rug, clean up daughter's pee, get her dressed.
9:45-10:00 a.m. Find something for me to wear. In the process, clean up bedroom, make bed, throw laundry in the dryer, clean up hubby's clothes from the day and night before. Check email? Lily is following me around and we count everything. 1..2..3..4..5.. uno...dos...tres.. 10:30 a.m. Ahh, we are ready to start the day!
The next hour to hour and a half changes daily. It can consist of rushing to the store, dog park, play date, post office, bank run etc.
11:30-12:00 p.m. Lunch time. Today, hotdogs, broccoli and whole wheat spirals. Fill up water and food bowls for Nika.
12:30 p.m.-3:30 p.m. Put Lily down for a nap, try to get her to stay there. Start the dishes, maybe brew another 4 cups of coffee, start another load of laundry, start folding previous load, hear Lily crying at her door, fill her juice, change her diaper, put her in her crib again b/c she is obviously still tired, I might get in about 30 minutes of cutting fabric and stitching... Come into bedroom and find folded clothes unfolded and dishelved on the floor. Look on the bed, puppy is spread out and snoring. Scoop up the clothes and throw them in the nearest laundry basket. Still trying to clean up the kitchen from lunch. I'm starting to question myself as my husband does... Why do I use so many gd dishes!? Steam basket, strainer, 3 pots, broccoli, hotdogs, pasta, 2 bowls, 6 folks (2 for lunch, 4 for prep?) numerous spoons, knives, cutting board, glasses, sippy cups... It's never ending. Puppy needs to go outside.
By 3:30 p.m. Lily is through with napping and it's snack time. This consists of crackers, cheese, apples, raisons, bananas... Might turn on cartoons to finish a square on my quilt, or it's color time. Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Purple! Gymnastic time! Steam roller, summer-saults, chase Nika.
4:00-4:30 p.m. Run around the house trying to straighten up before hubby gets home so it doesn't look too bad and it looks like I did something all day.
4:30 p.m. Hubby returns from work! Yay! I get a break. Puppy needs a quick walk, Lily needs her diaper changed and sippy cup filled, hubby has disappeared! Phenomenal.
5:00 p.m. "What's for dinner?" Hubby, daughter and puppy corner me in the kitchen.
6:00 p.m. Dinner is served. It takes me 30-35 minutes to decide, 25-30 minutes to prepare. Hubby clears table, scoops up dishes and drops them in the sink while I grab Lily and depending upon her condition, drop her in the tub or just change her diaper.
6:30-8:00 p.m. Changes daily, rush off to the store, rush up to Alexandria to see neice and nephew, maybe go to the library, family walk, or rush off to a softball game if it's Monday or Wednesday night.
8:00-8:30 p.m. Lily's bedtime depending on when we get home, how cooperative is her disposition?
9:00 p.m. Quilts, emails, dinner dishes? Na, save them for tomorrow. I've got all day don't I?
9:45-10:00 p.m. Return from softball Monday and Wednesday nights.
10:00 p.m. Project Runway Wednesday nights.
10:30-11:00 p.m. BED! Ah, so nice and comfortable pillow top, Sealy Posturepedic Queen, so soft and wonderful... Puppy jumps up, try to get her to lay down for the next 15 minutes. Ahh, she's settled... Starts chewing and knawing on her rawhide bone. 10 minutes later, she's in her kennel. Barking, yelping, whining... 10 minutes later silence. Glorious silence. Hubby starts breathing heavy. He's asleep. Wow, how can he fall asleep so fast? Why can't I fall asleep? I'm tired, why can't I fall asleep? Say some Hail Mary's, Our Father's. That should make me tired. That will help me fall asleep, right? Try to remember the Rosary. Where are my Rosary beads? Are they under my pillow? No, they are still packed. We moved almost a month ago. Which box? Aren't all the boxes unpacked? Why can't I sleep?
12:30 a.m. Puppy is awake again, clawing at the door of her kennel, she needs to go out. Maybe hubby will wake up and let her out. He did the other night. He doesn't flinch tonight. Get out of bed so puppy doesn't wake up daughter.
12:45-1:00 a.m. Walking the puppy, this week it has been either cold or raining, get back inside, let puppy jump in bed. Immediately fall asleep.
1:45 a.m. Wake up to puppy running around and jumping up on the bed biting my hand to wake me up. Was I dreaming that I let her out earlier? And it continues like this day after day... Fun eh?
What do you do all day?!!
I am a full time mother running on overtime. So what does that mean exactly? Well it is isn't rocket science nor am I laying on the couch all day tossing bon bons into my mouth while I flick through the channels and TiVo my soaps. Being a full time mother is an extraordinary responsibility as with any job dealing with and interacting with a child. They are little sponges absorbing the ways of the world and if that view is slightly scewed, that child will grow up slightly scewed or worse! They are very impressionable and tremendously insightful. They do not like to sit around, they are busy exploring, putting things in their mouths, grabbing things off of low shelves, and quite often, enjoy sampling the culinary delights of Purina.
In the following timeline I will try to accurately represent what constitutes a typical day for this stay at home mother...
1:45 a.m. Puppy is running around the bedroom, she needs to go out immediately.
2:00 a.m. Back inside, settled into bed, puppy is barking and panting. Who's f-ing idea was it to get a puppy? Christ. Of course it was mine, complete genious.
2:25 a.m. Back inside again, still no elimination, put puppy in kennel where she should have been in the first place.
2:25-3:45 a.m. Yelping, whining, barking, scratching, yelping again, chewing... Ahh, she settling down.
3:55 a.m. Lily crying at her door. She climbs out of crib now and waits for us at the door. Better get her quick before she locks herself in again...
4:05 a.m. Puppy and daughter are now both in bed with us. Puppy is snoring. Definitely boxer.
5:30 a.m. Husband's alarm goes off repeatedly. He hears nothing. For the entire night, he has heard nothing.
5:31-5:55 a.m. Nudging husband to get out of bed so he will not be late for work but doing so carefully trying not to wake either puppy or daughter.
6:10 a.m. The door slams behind hubby in his rush to get to work and puppy wakes up. She has to go outside.
6:20 a.m. Eureka! Elimination! Come inside, fill up food and water bowls, try to climb back into bed for 10 more minutes.
6:30 a.m. Lily wakes me up by kissing me. Was I sleeping? So cute! "Mommy? Mommy? Elmo?"
6:40-7:30 ish a.m. Diaper change, fill up Lily's juice/water combo, turn on cartoons, fix breakfast. This week, Kix. "Yummy cereal mommy!" Do dishes from the night or entire day before.
7:15 a.m. Gevalia begins to brew. This week, French Vanilla. Devine.
It's hazy between 7:15-8:30 a.m. Drink my coffee, pick up cereal off the ground, maybe let puppy out another time or clean up pee in the bedroom, start a load of laundry, sometimes take my shower...
8:30 a.m. Simply Quilts, HGTV! More inspiration on another quilt project that I will never have time to accomplish.
9:00-9:30 a.m. Bath for Lily, shower for me or shower for both Lily and I.
9:30-9:40 a.m. Chase Lily around trying to get a diaper on her before she pees on the rug, clean up daughter's pee, get her dressed.
9:45-10:00 a.m. Find something for me to wear. In the process, clean up bedroom, make bed, throw laundry in the dryer, clean up hubby's clothes from the day and night before. Check email? Lily is following me around and we count everything. 1..2..3..4..5.. uno...dos...tres.. 10:30 a.m. Ahh, we are ready to start the day!
The next hour to hour and a half changes daily. It can consist of rushing to the store, dog park, play date, post office, bank run etc.
11:30-12:00 p.m. Lunch time. Today, hotdogs, broccoli and whole wheat spirals. Fill up water and food bowls for Nika.
12:30 p.m.-3:30 p.m. Put Lily down for a nap, try to get her to stay there. Start the dishes, maybe brew another 4 cups of coffee, start another load of laundry, start folding previous load, hear Lily crying at her door, fill her juice, change her diaper, put her in her crib again b/c she is obviously still tired, I might get in about 30 minutes of cutting fabric and stitching... Come into bedroom and find folded clothes unfolded and dishelved on the floor. Look on the bed, puppy is spread out and snoring. Scoop up the clothes and throw them in the nearest laundry basket. Still trying to clean up the kitchen from lunch. I'm starting to question myself as my husband does... Why do I use so many gd dishes!? Steam basket, strainer, 3 pots, broccoli, hotdogs, pasta, 2 bowls, 6 folks (2 for lunch, 4 for prep?) numerous spoons, knives, cutting board, glasses, sippy cups... It's never ending. Puppy needs to go outside.
By 3:30 p.m. Lily is through with napping and it's snack time. This consists of crackers, cheese, apples, raisons, bananas... Might turn on cartoons to finish a square on my quilt, or it's color time. Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Purple! Gymnastic time! Steam roller, summer-saults, chase Nika.
4:00-4:30 p.m. Run around the house trying to straighten up before hubby gets home so it doesn't look too bad and it looks like I did something all day.
4:30 p.m. Hubby returns from work! Yay! I get a break. Puppy needs a quick walk, Lily needs her diaper changed and sippy cup filled, hubby has disappeared! Phenomenal.
5:00 p.m. "What's for dinner?" Hubby, daughter and puppy corner me in the kitchen.
6:00 p.m. Dinner is served. It takes me 30-35 minutes to decide, 25-30 minutes to prepare. Hubby clears table, scoops up dishes and drops them in the sink while I grab Lily and depending upon her condition, drop her in the tub or just change her diaper.
6:30-8:00 p.m. Changes daily, rush off to the store, rush up to Alexandria to see neice and nephew, maybe go to the library, family walk, or rush off to a softball game if it's Monday or Wednesday night.
8:00-8:30 p.m. Lily's bedtime depending on when we get home, how cooperative is her disposition?
9:00 p.m. Quilts, emails, dinner dishes? Na, save them for tomorrow. I've got all day don't I?
9:45-10:00 p.m. Return from softball Monday and Wednesday nights.
10:00 p.m. Project Runway Wednesday nights.
10:30-11:00 p.m. BED! Ah, so nice and comfortable pillow top, Sealy Posturepedic Queen, so soft and wonderful... Puppy jumps up, try to get her to lay down for the next 15 minutes. Ahh, she's settled... Starts chewing and knawing on her rawhide bone. 10 minutes later, she's in her kennel. Barking, yelping, whining... 10 minutes later silence. Glorious silence. Hubby starts breathing heavy. He's asleep. Wow, how can he fall asleep so fast? Why can't I fall asleep? I'm tired, why can't I fall asleep? Say some Hail Mary's, Our Father's. That should make me tired. That will help me fall asleep, right? Try to remember the Rosary. Where are my Rosary beads? Are they under my pillow? No, they are still packed. We moved almost a month ago. Which box? Aren't all the boxes unpacked? Why can't I sleep?
12:30 a.m. Puppy is awake again, clawing at the door of her kennel, she needs to go out. Maybe hubby will wake up and let her out. He did the other night. He doesn't flinch tonight. Get out of bed so puppy doesn't wake up daughter.
12:45-1:00 a.m. Walking the puppy, this week it has been either cold or raining, get back inside, let puppy jump in bed. Immediately fall asleep.
1:45 a.m. Wake up to puppy running around and jumping up on the bed biting my hand to wake me up. Was I dreaming that I let her out earlier? And it continues like this day after day... Fun eh?
What do you do all day?!!
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Puppy Training 4:15 a.m. 9/12/06
Note the time that I began this post.
So hubby and I were reading some puppy training material about the importance of crate training, especially at night and random times during the day so that the puppy doesn't associate you being gone and her going into her crate. It also suggests that for the first few weeks, before the puppy completely earns your trust to wander around your home, to leave the puppy on a leash at all times in the house. The puppy learns to lay quietly next you and you can watch the puppy carefully to quickly learn the dogs cues for going to the bathroom and it keeps the puppy out of trouble. The puppy can't wander into another room and tear into your closet while you are zoning in front of the television.
So at 3:43 a.m., I feel a tug on the leash and hear an excited yawning pup sretching out and abruptedly jumping to her feet, on our bed, yes, golden crate training rule number 1 broken, but yes, I did have her on a leash for above said moments. I was prepared. This was her second night sharing with us our Queen sized, Searly Posterpedic pillow top delux, wicked comfortable bed, and of course, Lily joined the party that night as well. Full house. I told hubby that we were going to need a King. But what I was unprepared for is the following...
The moment we leave the apartment, my eyes glued shut from amazingly bright hallway lights, Nika begins to squat. "NO, NO, NO!!!" My sense of urgency to drag her out the door still squating was no match for her sense of urgency not to defecate on the hallway rug under the bright lights. Finally we reach the outside grass and it's more squating for another 10 minutes. Nika's struggling, I feel horrible, the ordeal is over, let's go back into the apartment.
I open up the door to the building, HORROR, runny puppy sh@& has been dripped from our door to the outside door. I'm panicking now because I have to get this cleaned up before 1. someone sees it; 2. before someone who works here sees it; 3. before it sets into the new rug that they installed. Did I mention that Nika is to remain undetected until our move to Dale City in the next 2 weeks. Oh, yes.
I ran into the kitchen looking for the Clorox Cleanup wipes. Damn there are only two. They will have to suffice. Run out to the hallway and start picking up as fast as I can. Not enough. Run back inside. Grab an old towel, begin to slice and rip into rags. Fill up Clorex Cleanup wipe container with hot water and found carpet cleaner under the sink, sent from God. Run back out to hallway. Scrub like the dickens.
Now I look at my work. I have 9 to 10 huge wet spots in the hallway. I need to dry some of this up or something. Run back inside and grab another old towel. By the way, before the puppy came into our lives, I was about to throw the towels away or give them up to the Salvation Army. They are perfectly fine towels, we just have about 30 from years of Christmas presents.
At this moment, I am grateful for having these towels. I run back out. Trying desperately to dry up the spots as good as I could so that they would dry before an employee walks through the hallway later in the morning.
Hopefully mission accomplished. I have an eye appointment tomorrow morning and will be leaving here at 6:45 a.m. Umm, 2 hours from now. Keep your fingers crossed. What a nightmare.
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Our daughter, the genious
So Lily is 19 months, going on 20 in 16 days. She can count to 10. Yes folks, won, doo, twee, for, fy, se, set, eight, nigh, den. I will be honest, she might skip 6 or 7 but quickly catches herself and finishes the count. Rememer in July she was singing the entire Happy Birthday tune?
Her favorite numbers are of course, the first 3, which she repeats over and over again before she "jumps." Her jump right now is still a skip but on this afternoon's walk in Cameron Run, she lifted both feet and landed like a long jumper. Definitely going to have her try out for track and field events later in life.
Her favorite numbers are of course, the first 3, which she repeats over and over again before she "jumps." Her jump right now is still a skip but on this afternoon's walk in Cameron Run, she lifted both feet and landed like a long jumper. Definitely going to have her try out for track and field events later in life.
New Arrival!
Our new baby has arrived! We picked Nika up from her foster home in Gaithersburg, MD on Saturday morning. She is a perfect fit and I can honestly say that I have not seen one negative trait. Well, maybe the snoring. We might have to get that checked out but it is so cute! She's pee'd in the apartment twice so far. So far so good!
Saturday was a busy day. We took a walk through Old Town and to our delightful surprise, King Street was blocked off and turned into an open art gallery/show. I was so inspired. I just want to get a canvass and splash some color on it! We have convass and frames, I just have to put one together. When I have a spare moment. Quilting has been put on hold at the moment and probably until after Christmas. I'll start working on Christmas gifts in January for Christmas 2008 at the rate I am going.
We watched my neice and nephew this weekend Sunday we woke up and went to Huntley Meadows for a 2 hour excursion.
Saturday was a busy day. We took a walk through Old Town and to our delightful surprise, King Street was blocked off and turned into an open art gallery/show. I was so inspired. I just want to get a canvass and splash some color on it! We have convass and frames, I just have to put one together. When I have a spare moment. Quilting has been put on hold at the moment and probably until after Christmas. I'll start working on Christmas gifts in January for Christmas 2008 at the rate I am going.
We watched my neice and nephew this weekend Sunday we woke up and went to Huntley Meadows for a 2 hour excursion.
Nika ran in the lead, followed closely by Lily. She may be a marathon runner. She didn't stop. Here was Nika after the first hour. She was exhausted. We'll whip her into shape in no time!
My little sister
At the Red Sox/Yankees 2006 Boston Massacre. What a nuthouse the bleachers were that hot Saturday afternoon. A lot can be said about that day, but I will remember the details foundly to myself, and just say one thing, despite everything, Alyssa and I are still best of friends and of course, sisters. Hey, we're family.
See, we're still friends... Love her!
Friday, September 01, 2006
Stay at Home
Well it's official. I'm a stay at home mother. And as you can tell by the scarcity of posts, life is more hectic than ever and will soon be even more busier with the new addition to our family. This little girl was in a high kill shelter in WV, currently in a foster home in Gaithersburg, MD and of course I had to help! We were looking at pugs, bugs, puggles... But there are so many dogs in need confined to shelters. I've always known this little fact but to see their faces on the computer... We tried adopting another girl named Lily, 2 Lily's in one family, but unfortunately her traumatic beginnings of life caused her to be unsure of little ones. So then I across this cutie. We can't wait. Well hubby can, but I can't and since I run the show... Kidding. We are meeting her on Tuesday and we have a home visit scheduled for Thursday. I hope we pass! I have the baby name book out and searching for a good fit.
In addition to this, we have been looking for apartments in the Woodbridge area, closer to hubby's work, since I resigned from my position to stay at home with darling little Lily. We drove around on Tuesday visiting about 6 or 7 apartment complexes. We are unable to buy due to orders that will be given any moment but Lily is getting older, she needs a bed and her own space. So off we move to a 2 bedroom! Moving is so much fun! I can't wait to pack up everything, unpack it all and then get orders to pack it up again with in 3 months. Sarcasm.
Our Little princess is quickly turning into a Queen. We thought that the terrible two's came and went but now they are back at 19 months. The other day as I was getting dinner ready, I took two tupperware tops away from Lily as she was running around the house with them. She walked away from me, obviously annoyed, then came back with my shoe and proceeded to throw it at shins. An adorable showing of frustration and I had to turn away to conceal a smile and a small laugh. But I had to show my parental authority and marched her into the livingroom for a short timeout to cool off. We are back to watching the Nanny so I learned exactly what to do. The timeout lasted about 30 seconds.
In other news, Lily is becoming quite the little mimic. Her articulation is improving and she is talking up a storm. She can repeat phrases and words like the following, "hey sweetie pie," "you goofball," "you're a crazy girl," "nuts," and my all time favorite, "Jesus Christ." That was a slip on my part, I have slipped twice in front of her and the second time was amazingly quite clear. Lesson learned.
Friday, July 14, 2006
Fenway!
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Massachusetts bound
More on Lily's first words
Her vocabulary is outstanding. If she hears a plane or something similar to a plane, she will point up to the sky and say "airpwane." The other night we were driving back from dinner in Charles Town (our table over looked the track, wicked cool) it was dark and Lily kept saying "airpwane!" airpwane!" Sure enough, I look out the window of the car and I see some blinking lights from an airplane. Crazy.
If she sees something shiny it's "Ew, preddy!"
Last week we were at BJ's and I was talking to Bob when I suddenly realize that Lily is repeating the same fews words over and over again. "Happy Birday to ew" She was singing Happy Birthday. I called my mother immediately and she confirmed it. We have a witness.
She will say, "I twicked you!" at certain moments. It's so cute.
She knows, dog, cat and she learned my neice's name, Katie today. We had to pick up "Kadie?" (she says it as a question) at Sports camp today. I'm on Joey duty this week and next. And Joey and Katie duty this weekend. Busy, busy...
She also thinks it's funny when she refers to her daddy as "Bob." When she is looking for attention on long car rides, she will scream, "Bob" from the back and start cracking up. It's hilarious.
Her tantrums are cute too. When I say no to her, she screams, "No, no, no!" and starts throwing things. Not good, but funny. She gets stressed out really easily too. Like if she can't move soemthing, she'll start to spaz. I swear it was because I was under tremendous stress when I was pregnant with her. Seriously, the baby absorbs the chemicals that are released when you react to stimuli. So all my stress hormones, she absorbed them all and now she gets stressed out. I had to put her in a time out tonight to cool off. All of 5 seconds of it and then she comes running to me and puts her arms around me and gives me a kiss. She loves to give hugs.
I have more but it's nigh nigh time. All Star game is over. Way to go AL, and Rescue Me was intense as usual, and I'm tired from the day and have to do it all over tomorrow. After we drop of Katie at camp, Joey, Lily and I are going to the 10 am movie in Kingstowne! I can't remember the last time that I went to the movies! Even if it is clay animation!
Nigh nigh!
If she sees something shiny it's "Ew, preddy!"
Last week we were at BJ's and I was talking to Bob when I suddenly realize that Lily is repeating the same fews words over and over again. "Happy Birday to ew" She was singing Happy Birthday. I called my mother immediately and she confirmed it. We have a witness.
She will say, "I twicked you!" at certain moments. It's so cute.
She knows, dog, cat and she learned my neice's name, Katie today. We had to pick up "Kadie?" (she says it as a question) at Sports camp today. I'm on Joey duty this week and next. And Joey and Katie duty this weekend. Busy, busy...
She also thinks it's funny when she refers to her daddy as "Bob." When she is looking for attention on long car rides, she will scream, "Bob" from the back and start cracking up. It's hilarious.
Her tantrums are cute too. When I say no to her, she screams, "No, no, no!" and starts throwing things. Not good, but funny. She gets stressed out really easily too. Like if she can't move soemthing, she'll start to spaz. I swear it was because I was under tremendous stress when I was pregnant with her. Seriously, the baby absorbs the chemicals that are released when you react to stimuli. So all my stress hormones, she absorbed them all and now she gets stressed out. I had to put her in a time out tonight to cool off. All of 5 seconds of it and then she comes running to me and puts her arms around me and gives me a kiss. She loves to give hugs.
I have more but it's nigh nigh time. All Star game is over. Way to go AL, and Rescue Me was intense as usual, and I'm tired from the day and have to do it all over tomorrow. After we drop of Katie at camp, Joey, Lily and I are going to the 10 am movie in Kingstowne! I can't remember the last time that I went to the movies! Even if it is clay animation!
Nigh nigh!
Here's the cake!
Everything went well and everyone thought it looked and best of all, tasted great! My husband and I got to the restaurant earlier to put assemble the tiers and had about 45 extra minutes. So we went to a couple of stores and found the cake stand. It was perfect.
Sunday, June 25, 2006
A huge hello to my fans!
Just kidding, I don't think anyone reads this...
Anywho, I've been wicked busy. I have resigned from my job, my last day is next Thursday, June 29th. I will be starting a nanny position August 3rd, for 2 beautiful children, 3 and 6 months and will be able to hang out with Lily all day long and get paid for it. I know it is going to be a lot of work but Lily is growing so fast and I want to be there for every moment. She is repeating everything you say, understanding even more and I am going to start baby sign language with her. I know it's late for Lily but the other 2 babies will pick it up!
In addition to my resignation, I am making a wedding rehearsal dinner cake for my friend Marcy who is getting married on July 2nd. So exciting! My big debut! The cake tasting turned out fabulous, trying to get more moisture into my cakes though. They seem to dry out slightly at the table but are sinfully divine on the cooling rack. The couple loved the both of them so I will have a chocolate cake and vanilla merigue buttercream for the bottom layer and the 2 smaller top layers will be butter cake with raspberry buttercream and raspberry preserves layers. MMM!!!
As soon as I get my head above water, I will devout much deserved time to this blog! Promise!!!
Anywho, I've been wicked busy. I have resigned from my job, my last day is next Thursday, June 29th. I will be starting a nanny position August 3rd, for 2 beautiful children, 3 and 6 months and will be able to hang out with Lily all day long and get paid for it. I know it is going to be a lot of work but Lily is growing so fast and I want to be there for every moment. She is repeating everything you say, understanding even more and I am going to start baby sign language with her. I know it's late for Lily but the other 2 babies will pick it up!
In addition to my resignation, I am making a wedding rehearsal dinner cake for my friend Marcy who is getting married on July 2nd. So exciting! My big debut! The cake tasting turned out fabulous, trying to get more moisture into my cakes though. They seem to dry out slightly at the table but are sinfully divine on the cooling rack. The couple loved the both of them so I will have a chocolate cake and vanilla merigue buttercream for the bottom layer and the 2 smaller top layers will be butter cake with raspberry buttercream and raspberry preserves layers. MMM!!!
As soon as I get my head above water, I will devout much deserved time to this blog! Promise!!!
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Elmo
It was one of Lily's first words and she now knows how to turn on the tv and press the tv/video button to Video 3 so that she can watch her Elmo DVD. She's 16 months.
Monday, May 29, 2006
MOMS
Why God made Moms --
BRILLIANT Answers given by 2nd grade school childrento the following questions!!
Why did God make mothers?
1. She's the only one who knows where the scotch tape is.
2. Mostly to clean the house.
3. To help us out of there when we were getting born.
How did God make mothers?
1. He used dirt, just like for the rest of us.
2. Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring.
3. God made my Mom just the same like he made me. He just used biggerparts.
What ingredients are mothers made of?
1. God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice in the world and one dab of mean.
2. They had to get their start from men's bones. Then they mostly usestring, I think.
Why did God give you Your mother & not some other mom?
1. We're related.
2. God knew she likes me a lot more than other people's moms like me..
What kind of little girl was your mom?
1. My mom has always been my mom and none of that other stuff.
2. I don't know because I wasn't there, but my guess would be pretty bossy.
3. They say she used to be nice.
What did mom need to know about dad before she married him?
1. His last name.
2. She had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he get drunk on beer?
3. Does he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to drugs and YES to chores?
Why did your mom marry your dad?
1. My dad makes the best spaghetti in the world. And my Mom eats a lot.
2. She got too old to do anything else with him.
3. My grandma says that Mom didn't have her thinking cap on.
Who's the boss at your house?
1. Mom doesn't want to be boss, but she has to because dad's such a goofball.
2. Mom. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the bed.
3. I guess Mom is, but only because she has a lot more to do than dad.
What's the difference between moms & dads?
1. Moms work at work and work at home & dads just go to work at work.
2. Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them.
3. Dads are taller & stronger, but moms have all the real power 'cause that's who you got to ask if you want to sleep over at your friend's.
4. Moms have magic, they make you feel better without medicine.
What does your mom do in her spare time?
1. Mothers don't do spare time.
2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.
What would it take to make your mom perfect?
1. On the inside she's already perfect. Outside, I think some kind of plastic surgery.
2. Diet. You know, her hair. I'd diet, maybe blue.
If you could change one thing about your Mom, what would it be?
1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I'd get rid ofthat.
2. I'd make my Mom smarter. Then she would know it was my sister who did itand not me.
3. I would like for her to get rid of those invisible eyes on the back ofher head.
BRILLIANT Answers given by 2nd grade school childrento the following questions!!
Why did God make mothers?
1. She's the only one who knows where the scotch tape is.
2. Mostly to clean the house.
3. To help us out of there when we were getting born.
How did God make mothers?
1. He used dirt, just like for the rest of us.
2. Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring.
3. God made my Mom just the same like he made me. He just used biggerparts.
What ingredients are mothers made of?
1. God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice in the world and one dab of mean.
2. They had to get their start from men's bones. Then they mostly usestring, I think.
Why did God give you Your mother & not some other mom?
1. We're related.
2. God knew she likes me a lot more than other people's moms like me..
What kind of little girl was your mom?
1. My mom has always been my mom and none of that other stuff.
2. I don't know because I wasn't there, but my guess would be pretty bossy.
3. They say she used to be nice.
What did mom need to know about dad before she married him?
1. His last name.
2. She had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he get drunk on beer?
3. Does he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to drugs and YES to chores?
Why did your mom marry your dad?
1. My dad makes the best spaghetti in the world. And my Mom eats a lot.
2. She got too old to do anything else with him.
3. My grandma says that Mom didn't have her thinking cap on.
Who's the boss at your house?
1. Mom doesn't want to be boss, but she has to because dad's such a goofball.
2. Mom. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the bed.
3. I guess Mom is, but only because she has a lot more to do than dad.
What's the difference between moms & dads?
1. Moms work at work and work at home & dads just go to work at work.
2. Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them.
3. Dads are taller & stronger, but moms have all the real power 'cause that's who you got to ask if you want to sleep over at your friend's.
4. Moms have magic, they make you feel better without medicine.
What does your mom do in her spare time?
1. Mothers don't do spare time.
2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.
What would it take to make your mom perfect?
1. On the inside she's already perfect. Outside, I think some kind of plastic surgery.
2. Diet. You know, her hair. I'd diet, maybe blue.
If you could change one thing about your Mom, what would it be?
1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I'd get rid ofthat.
2. I'd make my Mom smarter. Then she would know it was my sister who did itand not me.
3. I would like for her to get rid of those invisible eyes on the back ofher head.
Flashback Family Emails Part 1
My dad started us off with this:
I used to go to work with my Dad...he would bring me into hisworkshop...he was the foreman of the tool room...the head toolmaker...Iwould sit at his bench and listen to the radio and look out the windowover the river...and all the guys would come up to me and say what a bigguy I was and my Dad was a good guy and I looked just like him, etc...Iwas so proud...My grandfather Hinkell after he retired was a guard for the company aswell...sometimes I'd sit in the guard house with my grandfather Hinkellon Saturday mornings at Sprague Electric Co in North Adams...it was theclock tower that is now the entrance to Mass MoCa...on Marshall St...Iwould make the rounds with him all through the buildings and he wouldpunch his clock (so they knew he was there and everything wassecure)...anyway, then we would all go to a diner somehwere in NorthAdams and I would get an "Eastern" thats a "Western" witthout thepeppers and onions!...or we would go to Jacks Hot Dog stand (which isstill there on Eagle St right around the corner from Danielsplace)...I'd sit between them at the lunch counter...it was socool...everybody knew my Dad and my Grandfather...they called mygrandfather "Butch"...then later in life I worked for my Dad...when Ithink back...it was a wonderful time...
From my mother:
Flashback...And if you can believe this...I went to work with my Dad atthe paper mill. I saw the big vat of rags being washed (probably indangerous chemicals) before they made the paper, huge rollers (couldmake gumby's out of all of us) that the rags went in to smooth out forpaper, huge trimmer (like a saw) that cut the paper (and probably a fewfingers).Yep, I remember that and then I went and had a butterscotchsundae. Never knew there was any other flavor besides vanilla andchocolate until that day.
My dad's response:
Fond memories heh...thats nice...I went to your Dad's office at BW oncetoo...to get directions to go to Paula and Michaels house in DaleCity...back in 1974...we ended up in Cape May NJ (through no fault ofyour Dad for sure) but it was funny...as they say...what a trip thatwas! hahaha Remember when Donny Pelkey got his arm caught in one ofthose rollers? That poor guy...how is he anyway?
My brother's response:
I took the trip to the mill as well. Grandpa used to hand out paycheckson Saturday.
From my husband:
I went to work with my dad once when he was a truck driver for somecarpet company in NY and we had a deliver right in downtown Syracuse. Ifelt like I was ontop of the world being up so high and because my dadwipped through the city like Erin does in the Elantra and then trafficwould stop because he would have to back the trailer up to the loadingdock but of course you would think he was backing up a pop up trailer hedid it so smooth.
From Me:
When mom was working at the doctor's office, Alyssa and I wouldsometimes go in with her on Saturdays. Alyssa and I would ransack theoffice supply cabinet for pens and post-its and notepads to play with. I remember working at, well making plant arrangements in the greenhouseat Rare Earth Dalton store, when dad left to make a delivery. He said that he would be right back. It seemed like hours and I got a customerand I had to arrange some flowers for him and ring him up on the cashregister. I guess my hours of watching Barb whip up arrangements paidoff. Alyssa and I would help put water in the flowers pics for funeralarrangements. On Saturdays and Sundays when we went to the shop, Alyssa and I were given $5 to go across the street to Cumberland Farms for asnack. We almost always bought Apple pies and I would find someway toeat most of Alyssa's as well as mine.
From my sister:
Oh my god... Filling up those water picks was the worst. For some reason, we would always use cold water and our poor little fingers would be freezing when we were done. I remember being in the basement of the first Rare Earth shop (the one in Dalton) and hearing the song Love Shack by the B 52s. I used to love how sunny and humid the greenhouse was. I remember a lot about that shop...
The night some boy came in and tried to apply for a job. Mom told him that we didn't need help. He told her that his mom told him not to bother coming home unless he ha a job and then proceeded to fold a flower out of ribbon. Mom had a heart-to-heart with him and finally convinced him to go home.
I used to love how fresh the coolers smelled when you first opened them up.
I remember how rough mom's hands were from handling the roses all the time.
The blue delivery can didn't have any seats in the back. I was sitting in between the two front seats- Dad was driving and Erin was riding in the passenger seat. Dad slammed on the breaks at the top of Mountain Drive. My head hit the radio console and I got a black eye right before the first day of school.
I used to go on deliveries and plant maintenance with Dad to Kimball Farms. He used to give me the water bottle and I would spray off the plants for him. I felt so important when the old-timers talked to me and made a big deal out of me helping my dawd.
Mom came into one of my classrooms in elementary school. She brought all sorts of supplies and we got to plant spider plants. Every kid in my class got to take one home.
I remember the yellow t-shirts we sold during the gulf war and when they were marked down when we went out of business.
I would get off the bus near Brookside Drive and walk down the path towards the back parkign lot of the store. Sometimes it would be muddy and i was always so scraed I was going to slip.
One time, I had pneumonia and went to work with mom. I had my blanket with the satin edging and laid under the desk in that room between the actual store and the flower arranging room.
We all stayed late at the Dalton shop one time preparing flowers for a Firemen's funeral. We had a picture of a badge and made an arrangement that looked exactly like it.
Another time, we cleaned off a rubber plant for hours. It had been at a sub or pizza shop (maybe on Tyler street or West housatonic street?) and was greasy all over. We scrubbed those leaves until they shone.
Dad built this forest scene inside the Pittsfield shop. Complete with trees and a pond with gold fish. (I think they kept slipping inside the lining and dying.)
Hahaha, its funny when you remember those kinds of things- they seem so vivid...
Alyssa also added wich is documented in a photo taken on the first day of school:
The blue delivery can didn't have any seats in the back. I was sitting in between the two front seats- Dad was driving and Erin was riding in the passenger seat. Dad slammed on the breaks at the top of Mountain Drive. My head hit the radio console and I got a black eye right before the first day of school.
My dad's response:
I still have one of those T-Shirts...its in one of my storgae bins! Iremember those things to...that Dalton Fireman deal...I remember that...it was a Friday night and Barb, her husband Dave and theirfriends, the Woods were there pounding down brewski's...something theydid a lot of...anyway, Mom was not there...she went on a trip with Judyand the girls somewhere...we were all alone...in a flower shop...with a drunken flower arranger...making arrangements for a Sat AM funeral! hahaha You were the one with the black eye...I thought John was the one...but it was you...thats right Lis...the Jade plant came from Angelina's on Tyler St...good memory...I used biodegradable black bagsto line one of your old little swimimmg pools to make the pool for thegold fish...the bags biodegraded and the water turned ink black..didn't bother the fish though...John helped me clean out the stone when we closed the store...there is a little variety store in there now...I usedthe bathroom in the back a couple of weeks ago as a matter of fact...mom and I used to play cards in the AM before I went on my deliveries...I run into people all the time who remember that store and they thought I was the delivery boy and Mom was the owner! hahaha
I used to go to work with my Dad...he would bring me into hisworkshop...he was the foreman of the tool room...the head toolmaker...Iwould sit at his bench and listen to the radio and look out the windowover the river...and all the guys would come up to me and say what a bigguy I was and my Dad was a good guy and I looked just like him, etc...Iwas so proud...My grandfather Hinkell after he retired was a guard for the company aswell...sometimes I'd sit in the guard house with my grandfather Hinkellon Saturday mornings at Sprague Electric Co in North Adams...it was theclock tower that is now the entrance to Mass MoCa...on Marshall St...Iwould make the rounds with him all through the buildings and he wouldpunch his clock (so they knew he was there and everything wassecure)...anyway, then we would all go to a diner somehwere in NorthAdams and I would get an "Eastern" thats a "Western" witthout thepeppers and onions!...or we would go to Jacks Hot Dog stand (which isstill there on Eagle St right around the corner from Danielsplace)...I'd sit between them at the lunch counter...it was socool...everybody knew my Dad and my Grandfather...they called mygrandfather "Butch"...then later in life I worked for my Dad...when Ithink back...it was a wonderful time...
From my mother:
Flashback...And if you can believe this...I went to work with my Dad atthe paper mill. I saw the big vat of rags being washed (probably indangerous chemicals) before they made the paper, huge rollers (couldmake gumby's out of all of us) that the rags went in to smooth out forpaper, huge trimmer (like a saw) that cut the paper (and probably a fewfingers).Yep, I remember that and then I went and had a butterscotchsundae. Never knew there was any other flavor besides vanilla andchocolate until that day.
My dad's response:
Fond memories heh...thats nice...I went to your Dad's office at BW oncetoo...to get directions to go to Paula and Michaels house in DaleCity...back in 1974...we ended up in Cape May NJ (through no fault ofyour Dad for sure) but it was funny...as they say...what a trip thatwas! hahaha Remember when Donny Pelkey got his arm caught in one ofthose rollers? That poor guy...how is he anyway?
My brother's response:
I took the trip to the mill as well. Grandpa used to hand out paycheckson Saturday.
From my husband:
I went to work with my dad once when he was a truck driver for somecarpet company in NY and we had a deliver right in downtown Syracuse. Ifelt like I was ontop of the world being up so high and because my dadwipped through the city like Erin does in the Elantra and then trafficwould stop because he would have to back the trailer up to the loadingdock but of course you would think he was backing up a pop up trailer hedid it so smooth.
From Me:
When mom was working at the doctor's office, Alyssa and I wouldsometimes go in with her on Saturdays. Alyssa and I would ransack theoffice supply cabinet for pens and post-its and notepads to play with. I remember working at, well making plant arrangements in the greenhouseat Rare Earth Dalton store, when dad left to make a delivery. He said that he would be right back. It seemed like hours and I got a customerand I had to arrange some flowers for him and ring him up on the cashregister. I guess my hours of watching Barb whip up arrangements paidoff. Alyssa and I would help put water in the flowers pics for funeralarrangements. On Saturdays and Sundays when we went to the shop, Alyssa and I were given $5 to go across the street to Cumberland Farms for asnack. We almost always bought Apple pies and I would find someway toeat most of Alyssa's as well as mine.
From my sister:
Oh my god... Filling up those water picks was the worst. For some reason, we would always use cold water and our poor little fingers would be freezing when we were done. I remember being in the basement of the first Rare Earth shop (the one in Dalton) and hearing the song Love Shack by the B 52s. I used to love how sunny and humid the greenhouse was. I remember a lot about that shop...
The night some boy came in and tried to apply for a job. Mom told him that we didn't need help. He told her that his mom told him not to bother coming home unless he ha a job and then proceeded to fold a flower out of ribbon. Mom had a heart-to-heart with him and finally convinced him to go home.
I used to love how fresh the coolers smelled when you first opened them up.
I remember how rough mom's hands were from handling the roses all the time.
The blue delivery can didn't have any seats in the back. I was sitting in between the two front seats- Dad was driving and Erin was riding in the passenger seat. Dad slammed on the breaks at the top of Mountain Drive. My head hit the radio console and I got a black eye right before the first day of school.
I used to go on deliveries and plant maintenance with Dad to Kimball Farms. He used to give me the water bottle and I would spray off the plants for him. I felt so important when the old-timers talked to me and made a big deal out of me helping my dawd.
Mom came into one of my classrooms in elementary school. She brought all sorts of supplies and we got to plant spider plants. Every kid in my class got to take one home.
I remember the yellow t-shirts we sold during the gulf war and when they were marked down when we went out of business.
I would get off the bus near Brookside Drive and walk down the path towards the back parkign lot of the store. Sometimes it would be muddy and i was always so scraed I was going to slip.
One time, I had pneumonia and went to work with mom. I had my blanket with the satin edging and laid under the desk in that room between the actual store and the flower arranging room.
We all stayed late at the Dalton shop one time preparing flowers for a Firemen's funeral. We had a picture of a badge and made an arrangement that looked exactly like it.
Another time, we cleaned off a rubber plant for hours. It had been at a sub or pizza shop (maybe on Tyler street or West housatonic street?) and was greasy all over. We scrubbed those leaves until they shone.
Dad built this forest scene inside the Pittsfield shop. Complete with trees and a pond with gold fish. (I think they kept slipping inside the lining and dying.)
Hahaha, its funny when you remember those kinds of things- they seem so vivid...
Alyssa also added wich is documented in a photo taken on the first day of school:
The blue delivery can didn't have any seats in the back. I was sitting in between the two front seats- Dad was driving and Erin was riding in the passenger seat. Dad slammed on the breaks at the top of Mountain Drive. My head hit the radio console and I got a black eye right before the first day of school.
My dad's response:
I still have one of those T-Shirts...its in one of my storgae bins! Iremember those things to...that Dalton Fireman deal...I remember that...it was a Friday night and Barb, her husband Dave and theirfriends, the Woods were there pounding down brewski's...something theydid a lot of...anyway, Mom was not there...she went on a trip with Judyand the girls somewhere...we were all alone...in a flower shop...with a drunken flower arranger...making arrangements for a Sat AM funeral! hahaha You were the one with the black eye...I thought John was the one...but it was you...thats right Lis...the Jade plant came from Angelina's on Tyler St...good memory...I used biodegradable black bagsto line one of your old little swimimmg pools to make the pool for thegold fish...the bags biodegraded and the water turned ink black..didn't bother the fish though...John helped me clean out the stone when we closed the store...there is a little variety store in there now...I usedthe bathroom in the back a couple of weeks ago as a matter of fact...mom and I used to play cards in the AM before I went on my deliveries...I run into people all the time who remember that store and they thought I was the delivery boy and Mom was the owner! hahaha
Last week
My brother wrote in one of his emails the other day, LMAO and my dad didn't know what it meant and asked. I had just recently learned what it was a couple months ago when my brother used it, I decided to google it.
So my dad decided to create his own and he's been using them in his emails. Here is what he came up with:
IWSFE = I WAS SO FREAKING EMBARRASSED
TISFF = THAT IS SO FREAKING FUNNY
So my dad decided to create his own and he's been using them in his emails. Here is what he came up with:
IWSFE = I WAS SO FREAKING EMBARRASSED
TISFF = THAT IS SO FREAKING FUNNY
Friday, May 12, 2006
What a game! Red Sox 5, Evil 3
Filled with mystery, suspense, disappointment, fustration, pain and sorrow.
Before the game, Curt is taken to the hospital by a Yankee representative "to check some out unrelated to baseball." Hmm. First inning, Matsui breaks his wrist with an awful and painful to watch sliding dive. He is walked off the field and taken to the hospital in uniform. Bubba comes running over to left while Bernie Williams takes over in right. And there they went, both powerful teams going back and forth, robbing hits, homeruns. Bubba robbing Lowell of a 2 run homer, Johnny Damon robbing Youk of another homer. All in all 15 runners were left in scoring position for the Red Sox. Joe Torres did a great job of mixing up his arsenal of pitchers and switching them out. Youk had his share of frustrations. In the 7th inning he came up to bat and hit a hard liner to Cano.
''Pretty self-explanatory," he said, when asked what he was thinking at that moment. ''You fail so much. It's a game of failure. To do everything perfect, hit the ball hard, and it's right at him, nothing to show for it."
But he does have something to show for his hard work. With his quick feet, hands and reactions, he has stolen many hits from batters this year. He's amazing at first. Former Red Sox Mike Myers came in to strike Ortiz for a big out. But they didn't have enough. Loretta came up to bat in the 7th and hit a shot to Jeter who through the ball to Miguel on his knees, missing the out and a run scored 4-3. That was the last play that my tired eyes could watch. They eventually got the win after my husband and I feel fast asleep on the couch. The suspense had worn us both out. I woke up at 12:14 and the tv was on and I heard a muffled, "And the Red Sox pulled out a 5 to 3 win over the Yankees." I immediately woke up that instant and wondering if it was a continuation of my dream. My husband confirmed what I had heard as truth.
They did win. Phew.
Before the game, Curt is taken to the hospital by a Yankee representative "to check some out unrelated to baseball." Hmm. First inning, Matsui breaks his wrist with an awful and painful to watch sliding dive. He is walked off the field and taken to the hospital in uniform. Bubba comes running over to left while Bernie Williams takes over in right. And there they went, both powerful teams going back and forth, robbing hits, homeruns. Bubba robbing Lowell of a 2 run homer, Johnny Damon robbing Youk of another homer. All in all 15 runners were left in scoring position for the Red Sox. Joe Torres did a great job of mixing up his arsenal of pitchers and switching them out. Youk had his share of frustrations. In the 7th inning he came up to bat and hit a hard liner to Cano.
''Pretty self-explanatory," he said, when asked what he was thinking at that moment. ''You fail so much. It's a game of failure. To do everything perfect, hit the ball hard, and it's right at him, nothing to show for it."
But he does have something to show for his hard work. With his quick feet, hands and reactions, he has stolen many hits from batters this year. He's amazing at first. Former Red Sox Mike Myers came in to strike Ortiz for a big out. But they didn't have enough. Loretta came up to bat in the 7th and hit a shot to Jeter who through the ball to Miguel on his knees, missing the out and a run scored 4-3. That was the last play that my tired eyes could watch. They eventually got the win after my husband and I feel fast asleep on the couch. The suspense had worn us both out. I woke up at 12:14 and the tv was on and I heard a muffled, "And the Red Sox pulled out a 5 to 3 win over the Yankees." I immediately woke up that instant and wondering if it was a continuation of my dream. My husband confirmed what I had heard as truth.
They did win. Phew.
For Better or for worse Red Sox 3, Evil 7
But I couldn't watch the game last night. The game started off awesome. Ortiz hit a shot in the first inning, his 12th so far this season, we-re up 2-0, Manny ran and reached up and robbed Damon's ball, Mike Lowell is up to the plate and hits his 3rd homer of the year, it was a replay of the night before, but then it came to an end. There were a few great plays, Loretta caught a liner, Youk jumped up and snagged one, but we couldn't squeek it out. I had a busy stressful day at work, had a list of things to get done last night, it started with folding clothes watching the game and then after that it was laundry, re-potting my new herb garden, potting peppers, finishing the last row of the current quilt I am working on, baking a cake for a birthday next week, (you have to freeze the cakes for a couple of days so they turn out nice and moist), an occasional look at the game to see how Schilling was doing and then a second homerun, Posada, and that was it for me. I saw a little of Holtz and heard that Papelbon was in the game and then I knew the score was 7-3.
I heard a few things about Schilling this morning. He hasn't been the same since his 133 pitch night against the Indians. He can't beat himself up about last night. The ESPN bandwagon says that the Yankees are the most dangerous team offensively and the Red Sox leave something to be desired. So if that's true, and yes the Yankees have a great line-up of stuperstars, then how did we beat up on them the other night? My husband would argue that 6 of those runs were on errors, and yes that may be true, but the score was 14-3. So without those unearned 6, we still would hae beat up on them 8-3. We have Manny, Ortiz, Lowell and since last Thursday has had 9 hits, those being 8 doubles and one homer, Little Papi Pena when he can get his bat up, Youk, Trot… All of them can hit and they did it Tuesday night and we can do it again tonight.
So pick it up boys, the Nation is still behind you, even if we are too anxious to watch, I can listen the tv in the livingroom.
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