Wednesday, October 31, 2007

happy halloween!

its not even dark yet, and we're already sick of candy...
check out my pre-hallows freak outs over at musiccitymoms.
you know you can never get enough of my self-depricating humor and panic.

Thursday, October 25, 2007

If You're Looking for a Good Time....

Just go to the grocery store?

Its hard to get the grocery shopping done with 2 four year olds in tow. The pleas, the demands, the fights. Oh, the fights! So when I can, I try and do the shopping alone. It shaves at least an hour and a half off the time it takes to get it done, and that includes aimless wandering or half-hour debates with yourself in the beauty aisle over which face wash to buy (both things I am often guilty of).

I enjoy this time alone, probably because its the first time all day I've been able to hear myself think. But it never fails. The same thing happens to me every time I reach for the peanut butter or open the freezer door for waffles.

I get hit on.

Usually by guys stocking groceries. Most of them are normal, hard-working guys. But a handful of them? Definitely creepy weirdos. And of course, those are the ones that always try and talk to me. Once, the same guy kept showing up stocking in every aisle I moved to, and he was always stocking whatever I was looking for. Sure, that may have just been a coincidence, but the fact that he kept telling me to 'put that beautiful smile back on my face' wasn't. Whatever, guy - I'm not smiling because frankly, you're starting to freak me out.

Earlier this week, I got hit on by another customer. I'll admit, this one was kind of flattering, as he was pretty good looking, except for the fact that he was mostly just enamored with my rain boots.

I know its partly my fault. Being a procrastinator at heart, I always put off shopping until the weirdo witching hour starts. I mean, if I was alone all night, shelving groceries, I'd probably get sick of talking to canned corn and start talking at everyone that walked by too. But I don't know what's worse anymore, fighting over animal crackers with my kids or fighting off propositions from um, animals, in the cracker aisle.

I think I'm ready for the online grocery revolution. At least then I can just hand out rejection by deletion.

Friday, October 19, 2007

where have I been?

oh my poor new little blog, how i've neglected you and the two people who read it this week.

will you ever forgive me?

I promise, things will be back to normal soon.

Before you know it, we'll be chatting all night, having pillow fights and tp-ing peoples yards on rainy nights just like the old days.



Friday, October 12, 2007

time for a magnadoodle masterpiece

My kids like to draw.

The walls of my house bear all the evidence.

Recently we, have made the move from abstract to portraiture:

Much to amusement of ourselves:

Luckily, there have yet to be but a few instances of this, though I'm sure something like this is right around the corner.

Do I smell a gallery opening and a documentary right around the corner? Hmmmm....maybe.

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

High School Preschool

When I dropped the boys off at preschool yesterday morning the teacher was asking all the kids what they were going to be for Halloween.

Yet, somehow the conversation quickly switched over to High School Musical. All the kids were giddily discussing how they had just watched the sequel the night before. One little girl was waxing on and on, very poetically I might add, about all her favorite scenes.

And I thought to myself, seriously? High School Musical? Every kid in this class is four. Aren't they supposed to be discussing if blue is better than green or if chocolate milk is better than regular milk? My kids would rather have their heads shaved then sit through HSM. If what's on TV isn't about the alphabet or flatulence, they're not going to watch it.

It was kind of surreal, as if I was witnessing in person that first moment when my kids had no idea what TV show all the other kids were talking about. And that's OK, really, its bound to happen sometime. I just didn't think it would be in preschool. I mean, I remember trying to stay cool in 8th grade by keeping up with In Living Color, but I certainly don't remember any extensive discussions about the latest Letter People episode in kindergarten.

Sigh...just another sign that my babies are not babies anymore. Next thing I know they'll be begging me for IPods and video games and things I can't even imagine yet. I better enjoy all the Sesame Street and SpongeBob while I can....

Monday, October 8, 2007

Out of the Mouths of Babes

Bedtime, this evening.

Cash to Mommy (not daddy) after nighty-night kiss:

"You need to cut your beard"

They say children only speak the truth.

Looks like its time for somebody to visit the wax lady.

Sunday, October 7, 2007

I'm (totally) Claiming This Trend

Just a few short years ago I managed the small feat of birthing two children at one time.

Apparently I made it look so easy, everybody wants to do it.

First Julia, Elvis Costello, and McDreamy, and now J. Lo too?

Now if I could just manage to bring back tight-rolling and Eastlands.....

Tuesday, October 2, 2007

Beard Banter

"He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man."
William Shakespeare

I never liked beards. And truthfully, I never really disliked them either.

Then my husband grew one.

And I fell in love. Sure, there might be days when it may look a little 'I just slept in a box on the street' but most of the time? Its totally hot. I had never really pictured him with facial hair, but now I can't really imagine him without it. In fact, once or twice a tear has come to my eye at the thought of losing that beard.

When I was in high school, I used to check out guys by looking at their shoes or the length of their hair. If you weren't wearing Converse or skate shoes or Doc Martens, and your hair wasn't approaching your shoulders, I probably wasn't giving you the time of day.

Now, 10 years later, its all about the beards. You know, like this one or these two, though maybe not yet these two. I'd even go for this mustache. I don't know what it is really, the hippy feel? The rockstar aura?

Whatever it is, its working.
And I like it.