Sorry I haven't posted in a while, but as you can see from the title, it has been a little busy around here.
It started last weekend with my birthday. Two of my dearest friends kidnapped me Friday night and took me out on the town. Sarah drove all the way from Louisville to see me. Unfortunately she was ambushed as soon as she stepped out of the car by political discussions. She was a trooper and stood her ground! This is one of the things I love about Sarah. She can be completely ready to kick someone's behind, but she's keeps on smiling! My other kidnapper, Dana, she smiles because she knows what to do with the body when she's done! I have great friends! We wound up going to one of our favorite restaurants for dinner. Afterwards...and this is truly representative of how small our town is...we sat in my car trying to decide what we wanted to do next. We played the merry go round version of "I don't know what to do...what do you want to do?" We finally decided to head to Dana's house where we could hang out without distractions (her distractions were already in bed and asleep). We ran by Wal-mart to pick up provisions of chocolate and more chocolate. We proceeded to spend the next 4 or 5 hours getting hooked on a new HBO show that Dana watches. Sarah and I are still cursing her for that one! I had a blast. I could think of nothing else I would rather do for my birthday than hang out with my friends and wait for the sugar high to go away. Love...love...love...the white chocolate!
As if that wasn't enough birthday excitement for one weekend, the next evening (my actual birthday) was our first neighborhood block party. It was a lot of fun! We ate like pigs and got to know our neighbors. The kids had a blast running all over the place playing. It was very chilly, but luckily my hubby had bought a fire pit for my birthday. We broke that bad boy out, lit a couple of logs, and we were warm in no time. I love fall! One of my friends in the subdivision brought me a birthday cake that she had made. It was so sweet because she has only made 2 or 3 cakes in her life (most of them were made this year). It was very good too.
Last night was the Fall Festival for Gavin and Olivia's school. They had a blast! I was quite positive that Olivia would not fall asleep for a year after all of the "baby crack" (sugar) she ingested! She did however crash and burn around 11pm. Gavin had his face painted really cool. I took a picture and maybe I can post it soon.
I'm not so fond of Fall Festival. It is so loud and crowded and there are kids running around everywhere you look. Some of the kids are older (like 5th or 6th grade or junior high) and I think their parents just drop them off hoping they will behave. I did live to tell the tale. I'm not sure why I get so overwhelmed when we attend? I'm sure it's some lovely trait I inherited from my parents. I can most likely point my finger at my father. THANKS DAD! :) Neither one of us is fond of crowds. Oh well...like I said...I survived. I quickly retreated home to sit outside and enjoy my fire pit with the hubby and a neighbor.
I told you I've been busy!
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
Peace and Quiet (or something like that)...
I'm doing my happy dance this morning!!! The kids are back in school!!
Fall break came and went and things are back to normal (or at least what is considered normal around our house). There is the beautiful sound of nothing in my house now. There is no Hannah Montana or Spongebob Squarepants on the tv. No one is yelling about so and so breathing on them. Ah...life is beautiful!
You see around my house, silence is a rare thing. My husband is in sales. He talks for a living! Olivia is the spitting image of him in EVERY way! I sometimes think that she believes that if she is silent for more than 30 seconds that the world will cease to exist. The Earth will stop spinning, the sun will become cold, and the stars will fall from the skies. She talks ALL the time! She's like the picture of that cat that has been going around in emails. It's a picture of this HUGE cat sitting and the caption reads "he knew holding his farts in would come back and bite him in the end." That is Olivia. She's not holding in farts, but if she stops talking she thinks she will explode!
Gavin, on the other hand, is so quiet you honestly forget he is in the house! He's very much into doing his own thing. He spent last week in his bedroom playing video games. He would occasionally leave the room (in his Hugh Heffner robe and boxers) and grab a glass of milk or a bag of doritoes. He really does look like Hugh Heffner when he's in his robe. It is his routine every day to come home from school and instantly put on his boxer shorts and his red plush robe. His dad loves to pick on him. He'll say "how's it going Hef?" Gavin will just growl the word daddy, slap himself on the head and walk back towards his room shaking his head.
We didn't really have too much excitement last week. We made numerous trips to McDonalds, had lunch with friends, spent time at Aunt Dana's, colored Aunt Dana's hair, got haircuts for the kiddos, and had a few sleepovers. Joey and I got to enjoy a night on the town with a couple of our friends. It was a lot of fun! It really wasn't a bad week. I'm looking forward to heading back to my internship tomorrow!
Hope you all have a great day!!
Fall break came and went and things are back to normal (or at least what is considered normal around our house). There is the beautiful sound of nothing in my house now. There is no Hannah Montana or Spongebob Squarepants on the tv. No one is yelling about so and so breathing on them. Ah...life is beautiful!
You see around my house, silence is a rare thing. My husband is in sales. He talks for a living! Olivia is the spitting image of him in EVERY way! I sometimes think that she believes that if she is silent for more than 30 seconds that the world will cease to exist. The Earth will stop spinning, the sun will become cold, and the stars will fall from the skies. She talks ALL the time! She's like the picture of that cat that has been going around in emails. It's a picture of this HUGE cat sitting and the caption reads "he knew holding his farts in would come back and bite him in the end." That is Olivia. She's not holding in farts, but if she stops talking she thinks she will explode!
Gavin, on the other hand, is so quiet you honestly forget he is in the house! He's very much into doing his own thing. He spent last week in his bedroom playing video games. He would occasionally leave the room (in his Hugh Heffner robe and boxers) and grab a glass of milk or a bag of doritoes. He really does look like Hugh Heffner when he's in his robe. It is his routine every day to come home from school and instantly put on his boxer shorts and his red plush robe. His dad loves to pick on him. He'll say "how's it going Hef?" Gavin will just growl the word daddy, slap himself on the head and walk back towards his room shaking his head.
We didn't really have too much excitement last week. We made numerous trips to McDonalds, had lunch with friends, spent time at Aunt Dana's, colored Aunt Dana's hair, got haircuts for the kiddos, and had a few sleepovers. Joey and I got to enjoy a night on the town with a couple of our friends. It was a lot of fun! It really wasn't a bad week. I'm looking forward to heading back to my internship tomorrow!
Hope you all have a great day!!
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Someone up there is laughing at me right about now...
My day started off well. I was enjoying my second day of my internship. My supervisor was showing me how she does her posting to her ledgers at the end of the month and makes sure that everything balances, when my cell phone rang. It was the kids' school calling to inform me that there were several cases of head lice going around in the second grade and that Olivia had a few nits in her hair. After saying a few choice words in my head, I said I would pick her up as soon as I picked up some "supplies." Instant panic set in because I had never dealt with head lice before. I know it's not an embarrassment like it used to be. I know my kids and my house are kept clean. I also know my fair share of mothers who have dealt with it.
I leave work and head straight to CVS to pick up the treatment kit and bleach. I get to the school and the secretaries smile knowingly. They tell me that it's no big deal and they have dealt with it themselves. Meanwhile my overactive brain is FREAKING out! What the heck do I do? I called a friend to make sure I had everything I would need and she tells me what to do. We get home and I strip Olivia's bed of everything and throw it all into the washer. I gather up anything that resembles something that would come into contact with her head or anyone else's and throw it into the trash. My faithful soldier of a hubby comes home because I am in a total panic trying to get everything done. He asks what he needs to do and I tell him to spray all of her toys and put them into a garbage bags and put them into the garage.
I wash Olivia's hair and apply the treatment. After the treatment is done, I comb through her hair with the special nit comb. As this is going on, I am in a conversation with my friend again asking her what the heck am I looking for? I keep inspecting the comb but I don't see anything. I had read that these "cooties" as she called them would be about the size of a sesame seed. She said that they were smaller than that. I'm still wondering what the heck am I looking for? She can tell I am majorly stressing and says she'll call me later. I then called one of my neighbors who is a registered nurse. She had me bring Olivia to her house so she could look at her head. Of course while all of this is going on I keep feeling this itch on my head (which freaks me out even more). My neighbor carefully checked Olivia's head and proceeded to tell me that she didn't see anything at all. She also said that it didn't look like she had ever had any signs of lice. At this point, the whole world freezes for a few minutes as I soak this all in. I am picturing my house which is thouroughly torn up by now, thinking "you have got to be kidding me!" Just to be safe she checked my head and gave me the all clear.
Now for those of you that don't know me all that well, my motto is panic first think later!! Any who...crisis resolved. She is free and clear (for now) and I now know how to handle the "cooties" if they happen again. Hope you all had a better day than me! I'm off to fight my way into the laundry room so I can see the floor.
I leave work and head straight to CVS to pick up the treatment kit and bleach. I get to the school and the secretaries smile knowingly. They tell me that it's no big deal and they have dealt with it themselves. Meanwhile my overactive brain is FREAKING out! What the heck do I do? I called a friend to make sure I had everything I would need and she tells me what to do. We get home and I strip Olivia's bed of everything and throw it all into the washer. I gather up anything that resembles something that would come into contact with her head or anyone else's and throw it into the trash. My faithful soldier of a hubby comes home because I am in a total panic trying to get everything done. He asks what he needs to do and I tell him to spray all of her toys and put them into a garbage bags and put them into the garage.
I wash Olivia's hair and apply the treatment. After the treatment is done, I comb through her hair with the special nit comb. As this is going on, I am in a conversation with my friend again asking her what the heck am I looking for? I keep inspecting the comb but I don't see anything. I had read that these "cooties" as she called them would be about the size of a sesame seed. She said that they were smaller than that. I'm still wondering what the heck am I looking for? She can tell I am majorly stressing and says she'll call me later. I then called one of my neighbors who is a registered nurse. She had me bring Olivia to her house so she could look at her head. Of course while all of this is going on I keep feeling this itch on my head (which freaks me out even more). My neighbor carefully checked Olivia's head and proceeded to tell me that she didn't see anything at all. She also said that it didn't look like she had ever had any signs of lice. At this point, the whole world freezes for a few minutes as I soak this all in. I am picturing my house which is thouroughly torn up by now, thinking "you have got to be kidding me!" Just to be safe she checked my head and gave me the all clear.
Now for those of you that don't know me all that well, my motto is panic first think later!! Any who...crisis resolved. She is free and clear (for now) and I now know how to handle the "cooties" if they happen again. Hope you all had a better day than me! I'm off to fight my way into the laundry room so I can see the floor.
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