I love you!

And I love this - rock musicians talking about their favorite rock music. Bono loves Bowie. I knew I liked him...

And I love my husband's kissing all my lipstick off before he left for work. Silly man, I try to be pretty for you - but why bother if you're just going to walk off to the bus stop wearing my "Drama Girl" on your mouth?

"Do nuns wear lipstick?" is my question (you would have to see my Facebook profile picture to understand). So far I'm still in the dark. Something tells me they don't, which is one of many reasons why I'm not a nun. I look like a white piece of paper without lipstick.

That is all :)

Thanksgiving 2010 Notes

Notes to myself for next year... feel free to mock

News You Can Use

Apparently the jolt from a 9 volt battery can make you better at math, so let your kids lick away. 

Hubby: "I don't think that worked for me."

Annie P: "Told my kids once that they are robot and had to lick the 9 volt to recharge. Then they cried. In other news: I am a terrble mother."

Also: "Half-finished bridge" dreams are not my favorite way to wake up. Or dreams where I'm driving over bridges with car-sized holes in the floor... Oops!  There's a hole!

In last night's dream, I had Mom and Harrison and Carter in the car, and I knew the bridge was out, but I started over it anyway, almost went over the edge, and miraculously backed up and got us out of it.

Mom was disapproving for the rest of the dream. There was a lot of tsking.

Later: I was on the radio this afternoon! On the Mark and Dave Show - a favorite of mine - they were commenting about the FDA's proposal to cover cigarette packages with graphic pics of lungs with cancer and people dying.  

I pointed out that I would crawl through dog poo-covered broken glass to get to my ciggies, you think a picture's going to stop me?

I also said that if they're going to do this to the tobacco companies, they should play fair and make wineries and distilleries and breweries add pics of cirrhosis and drunk driving accident victims on their packaging (which will also have no effect).

Another caller said that seeing pictures of smokers' lungs in grade school influenced her to not take up smoking, so maybe some will be discouraged.  I hope so.

I kind of want to see how graphic "graphic" is.  

3:17 AM

I'm watching an episode of Law & Order: SVU about a murdered Mormon nanny in New York City. Whoever wrote it did their homework. 

"Oh my heck, that's so awful!"

The muddiest of buddies

Nathan L and C

 

My Beautiful Girlies

Cute!!!

We made Ugly Dolls in Beehive class tonight. It was Joni's idea. Loved it - we were able to talk about individual worth AND teach basic sewing at the same time. Sweet!

Whew

Watching TV.  A Viagra ad starts. 

Carter said, "Bob (our neighbor) has that." 

Hubby: "What??" 

Carter: "He has that same car, except it's red." 

Happy Columbus Day.

We'll be celebrating by wearing tunics, eating pasta, and enslaving and spreading disease to the local Neighborhood Toughs. Oh, and flying our flag ;)

Theory

Home phones exist primarily for the purpose of calling and locating one's lost cell phone.

I'm Rich

I'm thinking...

… of starting a family newsletter, just for my household, called “The Daily Nag.”

Included would be such motherly/wifely gems as:

“B, that fusty bedroom ain’t gonna clean itself… the Editor”

“Is, you have the most darling tiny forehead I’ve ever seen on a teenage girl, but I’d appreciate it if you’d pick up your rancid-smelling soccer socks from the dining room floor… the Editor”

“H, let’s stop waiting until 9:00 PM to announce that you have homework… the Editor”

“C, you were very well-behaved at the dentist’s office this week. Now get in the bathroom and floss like your life depended on it… the Editor”

“R, I realize you’re six and a princess and much more on top of current hairstyles than Mommy, but it would help if your hair met a brush every few days… I’m sorry you have such a tender head… the Editor”

“Bunny, dang! We’ve had the Nativity sets out since LAST YEAR. Are you ever going to get those boxes out of that rat trap you call a garage, so I can put them away?

“Wait, never mind, it’s September. Save this nag for January 2nd…. the Editor”

It feels great to get all of this out in the open, but I’m thinking it would be a lot of work.

It does help that I’m one of those lucky moms/wives who hears herself repeating the same statements day in and day out… maybe it would be more of a Sacrament meeting bulletin than a newsletter…

To save time, maybe I should just go around calling myself “The Editor” and call it good.

HOLY CRAP again

OK, we're still eating Mexican Chicken Soup, now as dip for tortilla chips. IT ROCKS.

Hey now, HEY NOW.

My Rosalind just scored a goal! GOOOOOOOOOOOOAL

Then she scored another one! It's a new era! Poor kid, she's usually the one tripping all over the field. Today she managed to trip one into the net!

LATER: I'm enjoying the rain, and reminded of the old 80s song, "Don't Dream It's Over" - "try to catch the deluge in a paper cup."

Went shopping with Roz. We found cute sparkly shoes.

I need these in my size

Bella: She looks like she's about to kill someone over that shoe.
"They're always after me twinkle toes!"

Twinkle toes

In my size!!!

Hmmmmm

New Fridge: Go Time

The recycled refrigerator that our landlord bought, and had fixed for us a year ago, is now dying. I found a deal on Craigslist for a fridge in the area and went with my friend Sariah to check it out. We ended up buying it, and it's been plugged in for about fifteen minutes and so far, so good! Hooray!

Basking in 80s Greatness

...and making my children watch music videos. I made Brennan watch "We Are the World" and "Sledgehammer".

These children escaped their mother's 80s madness by playing at the neighborhood park:

LATER: The Mexican Chicken Soup. It has fulfilled my every hope in life.

Chicken breasts - green enchilada sauce - black beans - sweet white corn, garnished with sour cream, cheese, olives, avocado and tortilla chips.... HOLY CRAP it's good.

Lounging in the grass

...with this one. She found Mom's glasses.

Wanna eat her face

She got mad when she saw this today. "I didn't want anyone else to see!"

Bad Influences

"The wise man can pick up a grain of sand and envision a whole universe. But the stupid man will just lie down on some seaweed and roll around until he's completely draped in it. Then he'll stand up and go, 'Hey, I'm Vine Man.'"

Jack Handey

Mark P: I'm pretty sure that makes me the stupid man.
Mel: I miss Jack Handey.
Jim P: My fave: Despair is like a cable that is buried just under the surface of the ground. You pull it up and pull it up, but that cable just keeps right on going, clear across a field, until you come to a bunch of guys who are burying the cable. Then just walk up to them and go, "Hey, have you seen Fred?" And they'll say, "Fred who?" And you say, "Fred of snakes?" Then cover your ears, because big laughs are coming.
Mel: “If God dwells inside us like some people say, I sure hope He likes enchiladas, because that's what He's getting”
Mel: "To me, clowns aren't funny. In fact, they're kind of scary. I've wondered where this started and I think it goes back to the time I went to the circus, and a clown killed my dad."
Mel: One more: "If you're a horse, and someone gets on you, and falls off, and then gets right back on you, I think you should buck him off right away."
Me: "When I was a kid my favorite relative was Uncle Caveman. After school we'd all go play in his cave, and every once in a while he would eat one of us. It wasn't until later that I found out that Uncle Caveman was a bear."
Me: "Laurie got offended that I used the word "puke." But to me, that's what her dinner tasted like." 

Jim P: "If I had a nickname, I think I would want it to be "Prince of Weasels", because then I could go up and bite people and they would turn around and go, "What the-?" And then they would recognize me, and go, "Oh, it's you, the Prince of Weasels."
Me: "It makes me mad when I go to all the trouble of having Marta cook up about a hundred drumsticks, then the guy at Marineland says, "You can't throw that chicken to the dolphins. They eat fish." Sure they eat fish, if that's all you give them! Man, wise up.

Later: All the warnings in my youth about the evils of rock music have finally come true. Metallica just influenced me to run a red light.

Then Queen influenced me to park like this:

Can anybody find me somebody to park?

I walked out of the school and saw this car gingerly creeping around mine, trying to back out without hitting anything and I thought, dude, what's the deal? Then I saw how I parked.

Hubby: You did that? ha ha. I love it.
Me: I did! Do you LOVE me?
Hubby: More than ever now.

Beehive Advisor

I'm going to get along with those 12/13-year-old girls in my class juuuuuuuuust fine. Same maturity level! It has been really fun so far. Today was my first time teaching the Sunday lesson. Three girls were there today. I think we have five total.

Later: There will always be something good on TV as long as CMT keeps showing reruns of "The Dukes of Hazard." Yeeeeee-hawwwwww! Loretta Lynn was a KIDNAP VICTIM on the episode I watched today. She was so happy about being rescued, she sang "Y'all Come" for the folks. It doesn't get better than that!

Remembering "Let's roll."

Watching 9/11/01 news footage...at this point Matt Lauer is wondering if the first plane hitting the first tower of the World Trade Center was accidental or intentional, believing it was a small commuter plane, and lamenting the "damage" to the building. Still can't believe this ever happened. It's still amazing to me how quickly things changed.

Just watching this newscast go from "Uh oh, a plane went into one of the towers of the WTC" to the panic and the fear and the sadness...it was all of about an hour.

One of my dearest, oldest friends wrote a beautiful tribute to the Flight 93 Memorial in Shanksville, Pennsylvania. Makes me bawl every time I think of those poor people knowing what was happening to their plane, calling their loved ones one last time, and having the strength and courage to take the plane down before the terrorists could use it to hit anything else. Bless them all for their bravery and their love.

Shelly's note: "That Little People plane just hit me so hard. I had one of those planes. My kids had one. It says 'Thank you for saving our lives and for not hitting our school.' Actions that the passengers and crew took that day saved this school by seconds. Seconds."

Life has gone on.  I was at Roz's soccer game today and really wanted to backhand the vitriolic soccer mom standing next to me and screaming in my ear. One of my friends joked, "What would Jesus do?" The Lord was such an advocate for little children, I think He'd be a bit sad about some mother shouting at her 6-year-old daughter, "YOU'RE PLAYING LIKE A GIRL!!" I made a special point of telling her daughter how well she played after the game... I feel so superior now.

Sometimes we have to remind Roz to get her head in the game, but it was especially telling today that the other team's parents were all negative and horrible-sounding, and our cute happy little girls kicked their butts! YEAH!!!