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!

Some updates.....It's been awhile!

Finally the end of summer vacation! The kids are back in school and my routine is starting to fall back into place. This doesn't mean my house is magically clean, just marginally less cluttered.
Mckyle has started the third grade this year and he has Aislynn's teacher.......that is to say, the teacher Aislynn was supposed to have this year moved up to third grade and so the yarn rolls on. He like his class so far. A first this year is that his "group" (the same kids he's been with since K) have been split up. So he's making new friends in class which isn't hard for him. Overall he has had a great start.
Aislynn started Kindergarten this year!! So far she has been having a great time. She's in her element among the other girls in class and she already has a new friend named Taylor. They haven't had any major homework yet but with the little bits she has had, the war has already begun. Aislynn only wants to do things when she feels like it and not a moment before. The rule in our house has always been homework first thing after school, then play. She is supposed to get her first homework packet tomorrow so we will see.
My big boy Rory started preschool this year. We have had a rough start because he has been getting sick, so he has missed a little bit. It started with a runny nose so bad, he looked like he had turned green. Yuck! So we stayed home for a couple of days. Then he had some tummy troubles which resulted in the unsavory condition of the classroom restroom. I won't give details but I am so sorry Mr. D (the custodian). So home we stayed again for a few days. He finally had his 3 year check up and he is great in most aspects. He has, however, been given the official title of Asthma. After the hospital stay in March followed by the breathing attacks in April, June, and September, he will now be taking preventative medication for the whole of flu and cold season and has a rescue inhaler for attacks. But he loves school! And at recess you can find him on the swings the whole time yelling "Faster!".
My little Ollie is finally making progress with his weight. After a rocky start, he is starting to put on the weight and catch up to where he should be. He will be 5 months in a couple of days and just barely weighs 12 lbs. He is also starting stink bug his way into crawling position. He can't stay up for long but he is close! He is also reaching for toys and interesting things in his line of sight. I love being able to squish him and squeeze him. We have another weight check next week so I will update then.
The rest of us are doing good. Can't wait for desert season! I have not rode my bike in a year and a half and I am so excited! Till next time, Tally-Ho!

Look What Baby Girl Did Today!

How cool is this? I am posting from my cell!

Stuck At Prom

I was recently forwarded the link for this contest and you guys should check it out! It is sponsored by Duck Brand Duct Tape. The contestants had to create their Prom outfits using only duct tape. I have to say that these are really cool! Here is the link for the top 10 finalists. My personal favorite is entry # 87 and just so you will check out the link, here is a preview:

http://www.stuckatprom.com/contests/prom/entries_finalist.asp

Speci@l K is for Champions!

Why do I not know how to spell, you ask? Because I do not want some random person typing in a g**gle search for Speci@l K (see a pattern here), and stumbling across my random rantings and deciding to call the authorities............
So onto my original topic, I LOVE this cereal. It actually tastes really good. The nutritional value is what prompted me to buy this in the first place, that and the commercial. It claims you can lose weight by doing the Speci@l K diet. Frankly, I'm desperate. I know, I know. Ollie is not even 2 months old but it's a cruel, cruel world people! And I'm fat. Okay, chubbie. Alright! A tire would be a better description of my middle. Can I at least call it a bicycle tire? It's smaller. But I digress! This cereal is yummy. So I pulled out my favorite cereal bowl this morning and measured 1 serving........which is equal to 1 cup. I mean 1 cup is a lot right? WRONG! It looks like dried up leaves at the bottom of an old wishing well. It's so low, I can barely distinguish ridges on the flakes, hell I can't even see individual flakes. So I figure at 120 calories per serving, I can afford 1 more cup. So I measure and pour. It's getting better. I figure if I leave out the milk, I should be able to add 1 more cup. It was still a little low but I figure I was probably eating about 6 cups of fruit loops before. So at this rate, I should see weight loss in about a year. Or I could just get a smaller bowl.........

Oh Chocolate, Why Doth Thy Hate Me So?

That sweet little morsel of pleasure, so sweet, so pleasurable. Made from amber waves of chocolate. Created with my hearts desire in mind. Small kisses if I'm feeling conscientious (although I usually eat 15 thus rendering the size moot in the first place). King size bars if I feel like a cheat day.......almost every day. I try to resist your wiles but you keep pulling me in with your sweet promises of pleasure and life everlasting. I have, however, begun to notice a trend in my daily pursuit of happiness. The size of my ASS is getting bigger. I walk everyday so that I can enjoy one of your tiny little morsels. Then I do some narly cardio so that I can work off the chocolate bar I ate for lunch. Nothing is working. I try to switch over to chocolate flavored diet shakes and snack bars, but they LIE! This is not quality chocolate, you lie, you impostor, you cheat! Who do you think you are Chocolate!? You don't get to have a monopoly on all the desirable chocolate! Cut some of us fat girls a break and provide us with some HEALTHY non-fat chocolate that actually tastes good! You wanna go!?!?! Come on, I'll meet you outside! Let's settle this you back-stabbing ass plumper!

Okay, I'm sorry. That last one was uncalled for........but why do you hate me so? I love you! No really, you don't understand....I LOOOOVVVEEE you!

You don't say goodbye....

How do you stop yourself from becoming the emotional junkpile you are? When it's time to say goodbye to someone you love even though you REALLY don't want to, what do you do? I hate goodbyes. I remember when I moved from my childhood home, halfway across the WORLD (okay 4 hours away) I was devastated! It was horrible. I cried and cried and hated my mom for ruining my life. She really did. I was about to start the highlight of my life.....High School. Do you know how it feels to be the new kid in HIGH SCHOOL!?!?!? Ruined! So I ask you this my friend, why would you want to put me through that again? Do you not love me back? Am I not important enough for you? (I realize that I am the center of your world as well as everyone elses, I understand my self worth.) You are going to be miserable without me. And while I realize that my e-mails and witty comebacks will continue to amuse you and brighten your life, your seriously going to miss the effect my sunshine has on your soul (but it is only effective in person....). So I say this with much seriousness and bravado....PLEASE DON'T LEAVE!!!!!!!!! If you choose to ignore my wise advice (and I worry my little turtle that you will) then I cannot say goodbye. I will bite my lip to help stop the quiver I feel beginning to betray me. I will ignore the twitch I have developed in my left butt cheek. I am utterly sad, only because I know how much you are going to miss me and I am anticipating the raw emotions you will suffer. Be strong! And please don't say goodbye..........

Just wanted to introduce.....

Baby Ollie! He was born on April 26th and was a whopping (not) 7 lbs. Baby and mama are doing fine and are happy to be at home. Will update later!

Cheyenne's Birthday Dress

For her birthday, my niece Cheyenne asked me to make her a special birthday dress. That was all she asked for. So I created this for her. I didn't like using the interfacing in the yoke neckline but it was necessary (?). Unfortunately, there were no shots with the little model. So here it is....


Upclose of neckline.......


Back....

Productivity and Kids

So how productive was I last night???????? Woo hoo, I finished cleaning all the blinds, check. Fixed the zipper on Brandy's couch cushions, check. Fixed Samantha's pants so she can look like a freak, check. Finished another diaper, check. Got the pattern traced and cut for Cole and Alexis's PJs, check! And completed a fleece diaper cover, which looks faboo, check! Check! Check!! I was on a roll and kicken ugly little teenager skinny butts! Have a list started this morning which includes more sewing and cleaning (insert heaving here). Unfortunately, Rory is sick again and I have to take him in. Image the sound effect wha wha whaaaaaa. Hopefully he is okay because I have no desire to repeat the last sick episode with him. At least Gary is here this time. Will update later.

Google Search

I saw this on a friend’s blog & thought it was funny enough I had to give it a try! You'll get many answers. These are my favorites.

Q1: Type in “[your name] needs” in the Google search.
Erin needs what most white girls crave - a c**k (ummmm)
Erin needs to wear shirts (sorry if they don't fit anymore)

Q2: Type in “[your name] looks like” in Google search.
Erin looks like Harry Potter on drugs (thanks I think)
Erin looks like she's a Barbie doll (which one)

Q3: Type in “[your name] says” in Google search.
Erin says "sit" happens (censorship)
Erin says call it "dork and duck" (I just don't have a response)

Q4: Type in “[your name] wants” in Google search.
Erin wants sticky buns all night long (ummmm cinnabon)
Erin wants a drink (absolutely!!!)

Q5:Type in “[your name] does” in Google search.
Erin does the donkey dance (sure why not)
Erin does Celine (I don't really like her)

Q6: Type in “[your name] hates” in Google search.
Erin hates you (usually)
Erin hates plastic rose petals (wha???)

Q7: Type in “[your name] asks” in Google search.
Would you rather "vomit or diarrhea"? Erin asks
Erin asks "How does THE MAN keep you down?"

Q8: Type in “[your name] likes ” in Google search.
Erin likes doggy (but not kittens)
Erin likes hookers (cheap ones)

Q9: Type in “[your name] eats ” in Google search.
Erin eats emos
Erin eats cereal for the first time

Q10: Type in “[your name] wears” in Google search.
Erin wears matching socks (what are socks?)
Erin wears Prada (hahah that was funny)

Q11: Type in “[your name] was arrested for” in Google Search.
Erin arrested for indecent behavior with kids (I was mooning......)
That was actually all of them........

Q12: Type in “[your name] loves” in Google Search.
Erin loves the trees (I really wish Gary would stop calling me treehugger)
Erin loves her Jarrett (that's close to Jasper right???)

Small Update.....

So I am running around like a chicken right now.......I am so glad we are finally doing the remodel on our house and I know it is going to look great when we are done but it is very stressful. I think the worst part is when you expect something to be done in a certain amount of time and it takes longer. Then it inevitably delays everything else. On top of it all, Gary is leaving on Thursday for his 2 week trip to Colorado. Then he has to come back and work like crazy before this new baby gets here. Which hopefully won't be too early. Cause we have a remodel to finish.......
Onto baby news, he is making me exhausted!!!! And I was informed this morning that I am snoring. Great! He is healthy like always and moving like crazy. He hates spicy food but mama loves it so too bad..... ;-)
Off to buy a new iron and get the kids outta the house so hubby can paint.

My First Post

And I have nothing really to say yet, just trying to fill space.