ME! And, as usual, I feel old and washed up for all the days between Sarah's and my birthdays. BUT, the weather is so gorgeous! This is the weather that always makes me feel birthday-ish. And like going to the beach. If my car wasn't busted, I'd be driving there tomorrow with Gabe while the girls are at school. Not that the girls would EVER forgive me for that.
We used to go to the beach for my birthday every year. I'm talking about after I got married. I just love to be there. It feels hopeful and peaceful and fun and full of expectation all at once. Food is better there, too. Beach Cheetos are infinitely better than Cheetos anywhere else. Beach grape soda is so much more thirst-quenching than anywhere else grape soda.
I've always loved my birthday. Always always. As much as I hated and despised and loathed college, I loved my birthdays at college. I love my friends for pulling stuff together for me and coming to visit me. Same as high school. My friends really went all out and brought cakes and stuff for me. I'd like to re-thank them all now - that was awesome, y'all!
And now birthdays with kids are awesome because kids just think birthdays are so magical. They are as excited on my birthday as they are on their own birthdays. They giggle and hug and smile all day. Totally fantastic.
I have no idea if I'll plan anything for my birthday. It's the one day I can go to whatever crappy movie I think looks good ("Little Red Riding Hood" this year) and Andy doesn't mind. At least he doesn't show that he minds. But movies ain't my fave, so it will just come down to whatever I feel like doing right that second.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
It's that time of year again...
BIRTHDAY SEASON!
We are kicking of 2011 with Sarah Lynn's 35th birthday, and boy are we excited! ("We" not including Sarah. But let's try to change that now.)
...
Well, I thought I had all this funny stuff to say, but it turns out all I want to say is that I love you, I admire you, and I am glad we are friends. HOW BORING IS THAT?! Dang it. My only goal today was to dwell on the past and forget the present (because I haven't bought you one yet.) But I have told all my good stories already. Except maybe...
Okay, I had to dig deep for this one. DO YOU REMEMBER playing pranks on each other after we fell asleep? It was when you had the red, white, and black Mickey room (how chic!) and Mary's little weird bed thing was in there. And we would do stupid stuff like write on each other's faces with eyeliner and whatnot. And I was sleeping on Mary's little tiny bed, for what reason I have NO CLUE, and I had told you I could always tell when you fell asleep because your breathing changed. So we were laying there silently, and then I hear you start breathing weird. I was like, "That little faker! She has NO IDEA how she breathes when she is asleep!" I was holding my breath trying so hard not to laugh at you so you would think I was asleep and would try something and I'd catch you in the act of whatever you were planning. Eventually though we both must have fallen asleep with no pranking at all, but I have always that about you breathing all weird thinking I would fall for it. For once, you didn't get me!
I also remember when we shared the bottom bunk, and we slept at opposite ends. You would slowly move your foot back and forth as you fell asleep, and it made me nuts (I totally do that now, by the way). You told me, you stinker, that if I stuck my fingers between your toes it would stop your foot. So I tried it, and you kicked me in the face. In the FACE. Strangely, that time you were able to pretend you were asleep just fine while I was all pissed and trying to yell at you. Good times.
Remember how you were the only one who could do a round-off? It was kinda like that tongue thing, or the skipping thing. No matter how perfectly Liz and I did it, you always said, "You're not doing it right." WHY DID WE BELIEVE YOU? Oh yeah, we were under your spell from birth to age... Well, from birth.
I'm writing at Liz's right now, so I don't have any pictures from our childhood to post. Too bad. Instead, here is a playlist of songs that make me think of you every time I hear them for one reason or another. Sorry, they didn't have "I Hate Multiplication."
We are kicking of 2011 with Sarah Lynn's 35th birthday, and boy are we excited! ("We" not including Sarah. But let's try to change that now.)
...
Well, I thought I had all this funny stuff to say, but it turns out all I want to say is that I love you, I admire you, and I am glad we are friends. HOW BORING IS THAT?! Dang it. My only goal today was to dwell on the past and forget the present (because I haven't bought you one yet.) But I have told all my good stories already. Except maybe...
Okay, I had to dig deep for this one. DO YOU REMEMBER playing pranks on each other after we fell asleep? It was when you had the red, white, and black Mickey room (how chic!) and Mary's little weird bed thing was in there. And we would do stupid stuff like write on each other's faces with eyeliner and whatnot. And I was sleeping on Mary's little tiny bed, for what reason I have NO CLUE, and I had told you I could always tell when you fell asleep because your breathing changed. So we were laying there silently, and then I hear you start breathing weird. I was like, "That little faker! She has NO IDEA how she breathes when she is asleep!" I was holding my breath trying so hard not to laugh at you so you would think I was asleep and would try something and I'd catch you in the act of whatever you were planning. Eventually though we both must have fallen asleep with no pranking at all, but I have always that about you breathing all weird thinking I would fall for it. For once, you didn't get me!
I also remember when we shared the bottom bunk, and we slept at opposite ends. You would slowly move your foot back and forth as you fell asleep, and it made me nuts (I totally do that now, by the way). You told me, you stinker, that if I stuck my fingers between your toes it would stop your foot. So I tried it, and you kicked me in the face. In the FACE. Strangely, that time you were able to pretend you were asleep just fine while I was all pissed and trying to yell at you. Good times.
Remember how you were the only one who could do a round-off? It was kinda like that tongue thing, or the skipping thing. No matter how perfectly Liz and I did it, you always said, "You're not doing it right." WHY DID WE BELIEVE YOU? Oh yeah, we were under your spell from birth to age... Well, from birth.
I'm writing at Liz's right now, so I don't have any pictures from our childhood to post. Too bad. Instead, here is a playlist of songs that make me think of you every time I hear them for one reason or another. Sorry, they didn't have "I Hate Multiplication."
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Mourning the loss of the status quo
So, I am not nearly as funny or as blog-interested when not crazy. And I never thought I'd miss crazy, but, just like the children of Israel, sometimes Egypt sounds better than the wilderness.
I'm not saying I'd really prefer to have mental illness like I did. But I knew myself and I knew what to do better then. I had a ton more practice, obviously.
S
o, 62cCatalina is over and sh2e is typing while
I.'m .2typing1. .Very
ee cumm4in4gs, I think.
I distracted her with an old cell phone. DANG IT! I took the cutest picture of her with it, and for some reason it isn't emailing to me! Maybe later I'll post it.
Anyway, back to me: Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, I guess I got nothing else. See above where I say I can't blog anymore. It was very cathartic before. Now it seems, I don't know, boring.
Oh! Here's the picture, it came through!!
I'm not saying I'd really prefer to have mental illness like I did. But I knew myself and I knew what to do better then. I had a ton more practice, obviously.
S
o, 62cCatalina is over and sh2e is typing while
I.'m .2typing1. .Very
ee cumm4in4gs, I think.
I distracted her with an old cell phone. DANG IT! I took the cutest picture of her with it, and for some reason it isn't emailing to me! Maybe later I'll post it.
Anyway, back to me: Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, I guess I got nothing else. See above where I say I can't blog anymore. It was very cathartic before. Now it seems, I don't know, boring.
Oh! Here's the picture, it came through!!
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Changes since last post...
The weather is warm! The kids are still naughty. ARGH.
Gabe is in mourning over the passing of Valentine's Day. He has asked me three times this morning if I'm sure it is over. Yep, buddy. Plus, you finished off all your candy for breakfast. It is sweet that he loved the holiday so much. He made me a lovely Valentine and gave hugs and kisses all day. I think it was partly motivated by the chocolate he was eating at will throughout the day. Totally understandable, I think.
We gave the kids sock monkeys, and they went nuts. I love that since I adore sock monkeys. Apparently, they, too, see the magic in them. I remember my sock monkey that my Aunt Hinda made me when I was a tiny girl. (I remember lots of my toys fondly, actually. Honey Doll, Black Ballerina Doll, Pillow the Bear, Mowgly the Orangutan.) I'm glad I found these monkeys for my kids, because I had actually researched how to make them. This is way easier.
The warm weather is SO liberating. I actually took the kids to the park after school yesterday. Unfortunately, there was still ugly behavior, but at least sitting next to a little girl wailing like she is being stung by bees for 20 minutes because she hit her sister and can't play anymore is done in a more pleasant environment. Seriously, the hammer is about to come down on these kids. The backtalk is outrageous. I asked one of them to hurry up her morning business because they were running late, and she lectured me on it being too early to move any faster. Timeout after school. I am totally looking forward to reminding her as soon as she walks in the door.
That reminds me of when I would be punished by losing my after-school snack in elementary school. I would draaaaaaaaag my feet home from the bus stop dreading getting home. I don't know why I thought walking down the street for half an hour would lessen the pain of a snackless afternoon, but I just couldn't bear it. And half the time mom would forget anyways.
Oops, I gotta go. Blueberry (Gabe's sock monkey) is dangling from a chair and hollering for Gabey's mommy to save him. Love it.
Gabe is in mourning over the passing of Valentine's Day. He has asked me three times this morning if I'm sure it is over. Yep, buddy. Plus, you finished off all your candy for breakfast. It is sweet that he loved the holiday so much. He made me a lovely Valentine and gave hugs and kisses all day. I think it was partly motivated by the chocolate he was eating at will throughout the day. Totally understandable, I think.
We gave the kids sock monkeys, and they went nuts. I love that since I adore sock monkeys. Apparently, they, too, see the magic in them. I remember my sock monkey that my Aunt Hinda made me when I was a tiny girl. (I remember lots of my toys fondly, actually. Honey Doll, Black Ballerina Doll, Pillow the Bear, Mowgly the Orangutan.) I'm glad I found these monkeys for my kids, because I had actually researched how to make them. This is way easier.
The warm weather is SO liberating. I actually took the kids to the park after school yesterday. Unfortunately, there was still ugly behavior, but at least sitting next to a little girl wailing like she is being stung by bees for 20 minutes because she hit her sister and can't play anymore is done in a more pleasant environment. Seriously, the hammer is about to come down on these kids. The backtalk is outrageous. I asked one of them to hurry up her morning business because they were running late, and she lectured me on it being too early to move any faster. Timeout after school. I am totally looking forward to reminding her as soon as she walks in the door.
That reminds me of when I would be punished by losing my after-school snack in elementary school. I would draaaaaaaaag my feet home from the bus stop dreading getting home. I don't know why I thought walking down the street for half an hour would lessen the pain of a snackless afternoon, but I just couldn't bear it. And half the time mom would forget anyways.
Oops, I gotta go. Blueberry (Gabe's sock monkey) is dangling from a chair and hollering for Gabey's mommy to save him. Love it.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Apparently nothing is happening in February
I blame the cold. It is frickin' freezing all the time, my house is cold, so I just sleep as much as possible on the couch, in the bed, upstairs in the kids' beds where it is warmer than downstairs. Hibernation is a viable lifestyle.
I read a great book called "Chains" by Laurie Halse Anderson (spelling?). It is about a slave girl during the American Revolution who is also (duh duh DUH) a spy! It was a great book, but left me unsatisfied. I needed more to her story. I needed to follow her through all the remaining years of her life and make sure she was safe and happy. I get such strong feeling when I read books about slavery or the Holocaust - those things that have historically happened and I can't change it at all. I always want to go back in time and sway the course of history, make a stand, eradicate the evil. Do y'all have that sort of reaction?
I am at the end of my rope with the kids. I am so S&T of repeating myself twenty dang-diddely times for EVERY SINGLE THING I SAY. They are busy sobbing upstairs right now because I asked them to go upstairs twice after asking them to stop running through the house twice. Yeah, I'm going to take a tone by that last time, kids. You don't like it? Hm, then OBEY THE FIRST TIME. Sorry, I just need to vent it out.
So, nothing new. I just feel a little compelled to write because it is the only journaling I do. Hey - future self - your life is bland and uneventful. That's all you need to know.
Speaking of that, I am really considering the whole idea of changing my attitude to like the mundane. We'll see what I decide.
I read a great book called "Chains" by Laurie Halse Anderson (spelling?). It is about a slave girl during the American Revolution who is also (duh duh DUH) a spy! It was a great book, but left me unsatisfied. I needed more to her story. I needed to follow her through all the remaining years of her life and make sure she was safe and happy. I get such strong feeling when I read books about slavery or the Holocaust - those things that have historically happened and I can't change it at all. I always want to go back in time and sway the course of history, make a stand, eradicate the evil. Do y'all have that sort of reaction?
I am at the end of my rope with the kids. I am so S&T of repeating myself twenty dang-diddely times for EVERY SINGLE THING I SAY. They are busy sobbing upstairs right now because I asked them to go upstairs twice after asking them to stop running through the house twice. Yeah, I'm going to take a tone by that last time, kids. You don't like it? Hm, then OBEY THE FIRST TIME. Sorry, I just need to vent it out.
So, nothing new. I just feel a little compelled to write because it is the only journaling I do. Hey - future self - your life is bland and uneventful. That's all you need to know.
Speaking of that, I am really considering the whole idea of changing my attitude to like the mundane. We'll see what I decide.
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