Ok I lied....

Ok so I didn't start the C25K last Thursday. I have been so out of the exercise loop since summer vacation started. When am I supposed to go? I like going to the gym in the morning when the kids are at school. I can get so much more done then. I told myself I would just switch to going in the evenings, but by the end of the day, the last thing I want to do is go bounce around on the treadmill like an over-bloated cucumber and listen to old men grunt. Plus it is always crazy busy in the evenings. I have walked several times with my neighbor in the evenings. No fuss, no traveling, plus it is some pretty good ranting time. What is my lazy, full of excuses butt doing all day, you say? Let's see, between my own four and my extra two I watch, we do beach on Monday, Movies and Library on Tuesday, Pool on Wednesday, Sprinkle playground on Thursday, and Fishing on Friday. Why am I doing so much stuff with the kids? Um, HELLO, have you seen what happens to someone's house and sanity after having 6 kids inside all day?!?!?! So I run around all day and try to keep them entertained and I am exhausted by evening. Two more weeks has become my new mantra. Two more weeks, two more weeks, two more weeks!

Couch to 5K Program

I am going to do it! I am still holding on to these final 7 pounds after baby O and I really need to fit into those skinny jeans again. So I am going to join a group of ladies from Sewing Mamas and complete this! I am excited! I will start Wk 1 D 1 tonight. If you are interested, here is a link to the program: Good Luck to everyone!

Hey, Soul Sister

So I’m sure most people have heard the song Hey, Soul Sister on the radio. Baby girl and I love to rock out to it in the car. And by rock out I do not mean we do the 80’s hairband nod. It’s just such a feel good song. We love to sing along at the top of our lungs and I love watching baby girl in the mirror as she happily wiggles along to the music. When I am switching stations and happen to pass this song, she will yell “This one mommy!” So I was surprised when I heard the radio announcer declare it was by Train after one especially happy dance off. I thought, “Hey, I know Train! They had that one song, it was really popular several years ago……what was it called?” (I have since googled it, and it was Drops of Jupiter.) I have a vague recollection of a cute guy, brown hair, etc. from the first big hit. So imagine my surprise when I finally saw the video for this newest song by Train. Is there a mouth hanging open icon somewhere??? Not a drooly one but one where you are seriously shocked speechless in a not good way. What the heck happened? It was like a bad car accident that you can’t look away from, a woman walking by with her skirt tucked into her chonies, broccoli in the TEETH! I don’t know who the singer was but he was not the memory I had of him. It was like watching a sort of younger version of Mick Jagger in tight pants and craggle face. Now I know there were/are many women (and maybe men) who thought/think Mick was/is a hottie. I am truly not one of them. There is something so off about the way he moves around the stage and poses and it just creeps me out. Plus he has this huge mouth that makes me feel like he is thinking of all the ways he can eat you with it. Like a Brothers Grimm nightmare come true. Again, some of you may be wondering what is wrong with this but it’s just the contradiction of the song and then the face. Feel good, remember???? Pat Monohan/Mick Jagger, not feel good. Now I cannot hear this song without getting an image of Mick Jagger in my head and so I find myself trying to switch the station as fast as I can before baby girl hears it so that I will not be stuck listening to 3:37 minutes of mental picture hell! Thank you Pat Monohan for your ugly tight pants that show off your moose knuckle even if we don’t want to see it, that are NOT cool anymore! And what is with the side-kicks? We have Howie Mandell on one side playing guitar and the little hobbit guy from Lord of the Rings. What happened to this band? Do I just have a distorted memory? For your comparison and pleasurable viewing (NOT):

Earthquakes and Spider Monkeys

So here in California, earthquakes are nothing new. In recent months, they have started occurring as often as I change my underwear. That is often, trust me! They have become as common and annoying as that weird friend you have. You know the one you’re not sure why your friends with her but you just can’t seem to get away from her. She keeps popping up everywhere like a bad Freddy Kruger movie, startling you so bad you might pee your pants a little but you don’t want anyone to know so you laugh it off like it was no big deal. You are stuck with her, just like we Californians are stuck with earthquakes. Which leads me to the specific reason for this recent blog post. Students everywhere have been brushing up on their earthquake survival skills and practicing their under the desk drills. At home, we have even been fortunate enough to dive under our dining room/kitchen table during two of these unexpected brain rattles. My oldest has been affected by these events the most. Between having parents yelling at him to get under the table, learning about the dreaded BIG ONE at school, and hearing about all the disaster zones around the world, he has developed quite a fear of the rockin’ and rollin’ most native Californians take with a grain of salt. (Annoying friend, remember?) Are you wondering what this has to do with spider monkeys yet? I’m getting there, trust me, it is worth the build-up! So last night, just after bedtime, we had another 5.7 earthquake, pretty close to home. It shook us quick and hard and startled even my hubby who jumped up off the couch where he was pretending to watch the news but was really snoring lightly with a burgeoning trail of drool. I heard my oldest start yelling so I started for his room first to calm him down. Now I should have known from the sound that was coming from the depths of his dark room that this was no ordinary yelling. It was more like the sound someone makes when you startle them really bad. Like a cross between a yell, wailing, and hysterical crying. Ignoring this warning in my head, I preceded to rush into the room where he was still yelling to find him on the top rung of his bunk bed trying to come down. At this point you should put down your tasty beverage; this is your only warning. As I called to him that I was here and not to worry, everything was okay, mommy was here to save the day, he turned and like a deranged spider monkey on steroids, launched all 74lbs. of himself at me. Thanks to my quick reflexes, I punched him in the face and prevented further disaster to my persons. Okay, I’m just kidding. What really happened is I somehow caught this creature in my arms without actually falling or tweaking any important part of my anatomy. In hindsight, I now realize he was still in the throes of half-asleep dreamland in which events in the real world, affect your dream world. You know like when you doze in the car and hubby hits a really big bump just so he can laugh when you jump straight up flinging your arms in the air because in your dream, you just fell over the side of a cliff. But I digress, I will probably be laughing about this forever and now I will call my poor emotionally stunted child “Spider Monkey”.

Nickel Technology

So about a year ago, I was having some serious issues with my printer. It was jamming non-stop, streaking, leaving lines across the pages, you get the idea, it was being crap! Me being the technically savvy person that I am (read: NOT), I went about unclogging all the nozzles, running line alignments and various other procedures that greatly reduce the amount of ink I have left. No dice. Lines, crinkled pages, and crappy prints. So off to Google I go. You can find anything, and I mean anything, on Google. You want to make apple pie, Google it. You want to know who that actor in that movie that you can’t remember the name but it was really funny and it had the other what’s his name in it, Google it. You want to know various positions for getting into when you and hubby are playing twister (where were you going with that freak!), you guessed it, good old Google. But I digress. So I Google problems associated with my specific printer to see if anyone else is having this issue and what I should do. I finally conclude that I need to examine my rollers (no idea, but Google provided me with a diagram) for any foreign objects. As I am sure you guessed by now, there was a nickel. How did I get a nickel in my printer you ask? I have kids. Four of them actually. I removed said nickel and all was right with my world again. Fast-forward one year. My computer has decided to be violently ill and after months of band-aids and Tums (for me, not my computer), I sent her away to be looked at by a professional. Inside the belly of the beast, you guessed it. There was a nickel. I think it may have even been THE nickel. I have pondered this nickel in my computer for days now. How did it get there? There are no large openings or holes. What of this nickel that continues to torment me? Should I press charges? Emotional distress? Can I sue him for all he’s worth? What about the kids? Can I sue them for pulling a Houdini with this nickel and somehow shoving it into the magic trap door of my computer? What could I get? A booger and some belly button lint? Is that worth it? How do I protect my computer in the future from these savage little beasts whose sole purpose in life is to be more creative with their destruction each and every time? Would it be fair to stick Barbie’s head in the blender? How about if I were to smash matchbox with MY hot wheels? Should I invest in a bubble? Eureka I’ve got it! I’m going to get more wine! Have a wonderfully fun and safe weekend!

A Series of Firsts

On Friday, the kids had their first school dance. While I love all the kids equally, this was an especially special moment for me and baby girl. We did her hair, and picked out a dress to match the theme (which was St. Paddy's Day). She was adorable! We all went and had a great time. The kids danced and so did I. Yes you heard me! I danced at my child's school function. It gets worst..........I did the electric slide. For those of you wondering, the kids are still talking to me. Mckyle was asked by a girl to go with her. My first reaction was "Are you kidding me??????? You are 9!!! This is not OK! Who is this girl???" But Gary said I was embarrassing him so I behaved....sort of. She was a cutie and they never even hung out! They said Hi and then ignored each other the rest of the night. I obviously had nothing to worry about. Still, I'm going to be watching this boy.

So here is a picture of my girlie:


I don't have any of Mckyle or his date because he wouldn't cooperate. Sorry.

Another first in this Crazytown was Mckyle's Baseball game. This year he moved up to Minor A which is considered BIG TIME! He has been so nervous about playing and doing good. Today was their first game. The game was at 9 so we had to be their at 8 for warm-ups. Unfortunately, the other team did not show up. After many calls it was discovered their was a schedule mix-up and they weren't coming till 12. That's what their schedule said. So we waited around for the other team to get their as quickly as they could. We still didn't end up playing till 12. Mckyle looked so handsome in his uniform! He did good too. It rained on and off the whole game but not enough to cancel it. Bummer for the parents freezing their toes off in the stands or fighting with a cold baby........... They lost 12-7 and Mckyle walked away with his first real shiner! He was moving in to "field" a grounder when it popped up at the last second and caught him in the eye! So with out further adieu:


Sorry the pics are so crummy. They were taken with my phone. I also want to say thanks to my Sis-in-Law Julie for updating her blog and making me feel the pressure! See ya later!