Monday, February 28, 2005

Okay, let me explain

Someone didn't understand my rocket scientist comment on my "sitcom" thread.
Let me explain.

You know our last name.

What is Jeff by training? That's right. A scientist.

Get it? Got it? Good.

I'm off to watch American Idol. I swore I would never watch this show. It seems so swarmy to me...but I have girls in this house. These girls like this show. I watch.

Martha "Jailbird" Stewart

Ms. "It's a good thing" will be free from the slammer on March 6.
Whew -- the world has been safer the last 6 months since they threw her in jail, huh?
I mean, rapists, murderers, and terrorists are still roaming -- but Martha was in jail! Go safety! Go court system! ::: insert eyeroll here ::::

Hey, look.
I know she broke the law. She let her pride prevent her from helping herself. She made some poor choices. Punishment, yes. Jail? No. Not in my opinion.

I have never been accused of being a screaming feminist -- but I do think she got the raw end of the deal due to her womanhood. If she had testes instead of ovaries, she would have never seen steel bars and bad food.

Ah well. Martha will get the last laugh here. While in jail, she made millions of dollars, mostly in thanks to the Sears/Kmart merge. She has book deals and TV productions waiting for her.
Could *you* be Martha's apprentice?

She will have 5 months of house arrest to deal with when she leaves the West Virginia jail - but I feel certain that she will put those 5 months to good and comfortable use.
I bet she will come out this stronger and better.

It's all good, Martha.

Friday, February 25, 2005

Excuse me while I vent! On second thought -- listen up!

Carseats. Selt belts. Safety. Life saving. Law.
It's all a good thing.

I try so hard to "live and let live". I know how hard it can be to get through some days. We all hit bumps in the road and need a smile from those around us.

I can't handle one thing though. I don't even try.

Why don't parents put their precious children in carseats and/or seatbelts? Why?
No money? Not an excuse. You can call your local hospital, police department or community agencies. A carseat will be provided, free of charge.
Everyone knows the law when it comes to this subject. Ignornace isn't even an excuse in this instance.

If an adult doesn't want to buckle are breaking the law.
I don't understand your thinking, but you are an adult. Do what you want.

But when it comes to an innocent child..someone that depends on you to keep them safe.....keep them safe!! Please.

Yes, can you tell -- I saw another van zooming down the highway today with a baby on someone's lap and 2 little kids be-bopping around the back. In a twist of sick irony, the driver was buckled up.

I called the license number into the non emergency police department. I was informed that unless the officer catches the driver, nothing can be done. That is unfortunate.
By the time they catch them, it is probably too late.

In California and Idaho, you could call the plate in and the police would issue a warning letter to the address on file. Not the perfect solution, but it was a step in the right direction.

Of course, I live in a state that allows any person driving a truck (any size) to go unbelted. True. Check for yourself.

That silly law is set to change this summer though, along with booster seat laws. Finally. Indiana is catching up in this area.

Anywayyyyyyyyy....I know my rant here won't change anything. Do me a favor though?
Set an example with your babies/children.
Everytime we (general) do the right thing.....the wrong thing is more apparent.


Wednesday, February 23, 2005

I see the sun! I see the sun!

Hallelujah! The sun found it's way back to Indiana. I was beginning to wonder if the hottest star was lost forever.

Of course, the sun only lulls us into a false sense of security. With high storm out the door (sans coat) and are firmly blasted in the face with artic wind.
Reality check. It is still winter.

It is Wednesday, so that means for the next 4 hours I will be shuffling between activities.
We will rush home, scarf down dinner and head back to church for 2 hours.
I love the people and results -- but I must admit, I'm not real keen on the chaos of everything.
It is exhausting.

For everyone in California -- stay dry and safe. Wicked weather. Hang tough. Before you know it, you will be basking in warmth of spring/summer.

I just peeked at the clock! I have to scoot. Love and hugs to all.

Thursday, February 17, 2005

It's that time again...

The first. The best. The original. Not to be replicated (though many have tried) reality TV show.
:::: drum roll ::::::

Survivor starts tonight!! Is it is wrong that this show excites me so much? I'm thinking, yes.

::slipping on my headband and jazzing up my "oh no you di'int attitude":::::


I have reliable information that the opening part of this season is going to be *very* different.
I won't spill the beans here, cause I know how frustrating it is to have a show spoiled. Just remember though, you heard it hear first! :: smile ::

In other news, it is snowing, again. It's just not fun or cute anymore. I need some warm weather. Of course, once spring arrives - so do thunderstorms and tornado warnings. I can't catch a break around these cornfields. Summer? Humidity and mosquitos.

This morning we had homeschool gym. We had lots of fun, as usual.
Em's group is playing volleyball. She *loves* it. There is a big homeschool girl's team in our county. They have open call in May. She wants to try out for the team. I know the coach. She is my hero, super mom to nine of the neatest kids around! Yes, I said 9 kids!

More about Em, she is turning into our little jock. She went to swim team on Tuesday and found out that she has been bumped up to the next section of swimmers. These swimmers spend the whole 70 minutes swimming laps, using different strokes. Very demanding. Basically, they are conditioning them for competition swim. If they choose to join that team - they swim under the Y umbrella for our county and compete state wide. I don't know what will happen with this area of her life? It is exciting, but the hours will be pretty awful.

Sarah will find out today if she moves to the next level in gymnastics. She is excited to learn new skills, but doesn't want to leave her present coach (Derek). I'll keep you posted.

A couple of you have emailed me, asking about my sitcom scenario. No, I don't have a name picked out yet. Patience, grasshopper (said in my Mr. Mayagi voice). I'm still depending on my mood, it could be awhile. :: smirk ::

I signed up for a Mom's Retreat the first weekend in March. I am going with a bunch of other homeschooling moms to the Stroh House. I am really looking forward to some "down" time among friends. I will leave Friday afternoon and return Saturday evening.

The boys just woke up from their nap. I need to get everyone ready so we can head over to the gym with Sarah.

Love and hugs to all.

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

My life as a sitcom

The cast of characters:

Kim -- A 30 something mom in the Midwest. She used to be feisty, fashionably dressed and well rested. Now, she needs a "momma's helper" (aka vente Latte from Starbucks) and hairclip to start her day. Her basic wardrobe is all about durability. Jeans. Classic.
Some say she is just as feisty as ever....

( who holds that opinion is....)

Jeff -- A newly turned 40 year old man who adores his family and works hard. He needs more rest and time. Even with his extensive education in science, he can't figure out a way to accomplish either task. As leading characters in this sitcom, Jeff and Kim are naturals at showing affection and personality.

Emily -- The oldest of six children, Emily is the definition of "first child".
Between the neurosis that her parents displayed with her early on, and a fine mixture of parental traits...Em is a study in psychology.
She recently celebrated her 12th birthday and appreciates the finer things in life (without having to pay for them).

Sarah -- A fun loving, slightly squirrelly (but darn smart) 10 year old blonde girl. Her days are filled with reading, jumping, stretching and running. If it is bright, colorful or otherwise head-ache producing...Sarah loves it!
Thanks to her oldest sister, Sarah was born into more relaxed parents.

Paige -- A curly topped, highly intelligent, very emotional 8 year old girl. Paige takes her time to warm up to a situation, but once she does - you have a friend for life. Her biggest challenge in life right now? Finding jeans that fit her skinny body and long legs. Much drama.

Grace -- A fair headed, growing each day, cute button nose 6 year old -- that's Grace. She relishes her position as youngest girl in the family. Truth be known, if she could figure out a way to re-enter the womb and arrive as the baby of the family, she would do it. She would also like to formally change her name to Princess Gracie of Indiana.

Caleb -- The oldest twin boy by 5 minutes, Caleb is stubborn, devoted, intense and cautious.
He has dimples from daddy and big expressive eyes. He has embraced his 3 years with zest.
He loves to work on puzzles and blocks. Even at this young age, I can see his perfectionist's traits (thanks to daddy) coming through.


Jacob -- The actual baby of the family, we had Jacob, aka The Koosh. Like his identical twin brother, Jake's dimples are the first thing you notice when he laughs.
Out of all the children, Jacob shows a real heart for animals. His great grandma (Virginia) would be so proud. Jacob is content to read books, play with clay and cuddle with mom.

As a set, the above boys are great at mischief. They are teaching their parents about eating humble pie. They are also cruising for WW3 if they don't stop bugging their big sisters. Dad keeps trying to teach his boys the fine art of dealing with the female population. Of course, on occasion, the boys end up teaching ol' dad a thing or two!

Bailey, Baxter, Belle and BamBam - the supporting canine/feline/fish crew. They add drama, comfort, craziness and mess to an already full house.

On the drawing board for sitcom names:

My Life With A Sixpack (I'm thinking no on this...too Fox Network for my taste)

Desperate Housewives (oh, wait -- that's been done -- unrealistically I might add)

The Chaotic Clan

It Doesn't Take A Rocket Scientist To Figure It Out (hmm...think about that one for a minute will ya?)

Parenting Isn't For Whimps

Sleep Is For Whimps

Full House (again, I missed the train on this one...but our twins are cuter!)

Stay tuned for more options and/or my final choice. My creative outlet is being interrupted by booger eating boys right now. WHY or WHY do they do that?!

Peace. Peace


Sunday, February 13, 2005

Happy Valentine's Day

Tomorrow is Valentines Day. Spread some love.
Love Drops

Do you know the history behind Valentine's Day? Let me share. This is from a trusted website.
The History of Valentine's Day:

Every February, across the country, candy, flowers, and gifts are exchanged between loved ones, all in the name of St. Valentine. But who is this mysterious saint and why do we celebrate this holiday? The history of Valentine's Day -- and its patron saint -- is shrouded in mystery. But we do know that February has long been a month of romance. St. Valentine's Day, as we know it today, contains vestiges of both Christian and ancient Roman tradition. So, who was Saint Valentine and how did he become associated with this ancient rite? Today, the Catholic Church recognizes at least three different saints named Valentine or Valentinus, all of whom were martyred.

One legend contends that Valentine was a priest who served during the third century in Rome. When Emperor Claudius II decided that single men made better soldiers than those with wives and families, he outlawed marriage for young men -- his crop of potential soldiers. Valentine, realizing the injustice of the decree, defied Claudius and continued to perform marriages for young lovers in secret. When Valentine's actions were discovered, Claudius ordered that he be put to death. Other stories suggest that Valentine may have been killed for attempting to help Christians escape harsh Roman prisons where they were often beaten and tortured.

According to one legend, Valentine actually sent the first 'valentine' greeting himself. While in prison, it is believed that Valentine fell in love with a young girl -- who may have been his jailor's daughter -- who visited him during his confinement. Before his death, it is alleged that he wrote her a letter, which he signed 'From your Valentine,' an expression that is still in use today. Although the truth behind the Valentine legends is murky, the stories certainly emphasize his appeal as a sympathetic, heroic, and, most importantly, romantic figure. It's no surprise that by the Middle Ages, Valentine was one of the most popular saints in England and France.

Our weekend has been busy. Paige and Sarah spent the night with sisters last night. They always have such a great time over there. The mom is a vet and she has all sorts of cool animals on the property (they have a cabin on 4 acres and mom re-habilitates wild birds, etc). The family goes to our church, so we picked the girls up there this morning. They are so tired now....seems they were up to 2 in the morning! Those were the days.....

Jeff had to work yesterday. That left Emily, Grace, the boys and I to our own device. We went to Hobby Lobby and Target for Valentines goodies. We are having a party tomorrow afternoon with another family. We will make heart cookies, make crafts, watch Charlie Brown's Valentine and listen to music. This has become an annual tradition for us.

I hope everyone is doing well? We miss you! Stay in touch.

Off to watch Sleepless in Seattle....ahhh...smooch, smooch, hug, hug.


P.S. Thank you for the warm birthday wishes. I didn't have the smoothest Feb 10 this year. I turned 35 ( no likey that number) -- but I feel blessed to have another year with family and friends. I've decided that birthdays that end with a 0 or a 5 are going to be banned from my calendar. Join me?

Winky 2

Friday, February 04, 2005

A special day

Birthday Banner

Happy Birthday, Emily.

It was 12 years ago that you entered our life. What a blessing.
I never knew how much I was missing in my life until you filled my arms.

Over the years, we have both grown. You have taught me more about life than I can ever begin to teach you.

You understand unconditional love -- you live it.
You understand humor -- you strive for it.
You understand hard work -- you tackle it.
You understand friendship -- you cherish it.

Emily, as you celebrate your birthday this year, always remember that you are special, beautiful and adored.
Daddy will always be your strongest ally. Mom will always be your personal cheerleader.
You have a true and honest relationship with the Lord. He loves you very much.

Goals for this year?
Live life. Laugh a lot. Cry when necessary. Never give up. Pray hard. Be true to yourself.

With all of my love,

Tuesday, February 01, 2005

"Mommy, me hide and seek your keys"

The joys of kids.

I was emptying the dishwasher and Caleb came up to me, laughing so hard he almost fell over.

He said, "Mommy, me hide and seek your keys."I asked him to repeat himself. He did, this time giggling as he ran away. Meanwhile, Jacob comes by with my purse in one hand and a tampon (unwrapped) in the other. :::shocked and embarrassed:::

Key hiding son rescued my keys from the potted plant in the living room while I salvaged my practically destroyed purse.
Don't ask about my lipstick. :: primal scream ::

On another note, which is very cute -- Jeff is in the living room teaching the kids how to do the electric slide. It is hilarious.
They are doing it to upbeat Christian tunes. I'm gonna go join them while the meatloaf finishes in the oven.

Thank you, God. My life is a blessing.