I've decided I'm going to keep a blog-page that has periodical updating of the hilarious things my boys say. Almost everyday one of them says something that just cracks me up, and there are so many funny memories I don't want to forget. So here they are, and the lists will continue to grow....
Owen falls down and busts his legs... he's crying.... I'm holding him, and I say, "Do you want a popsicle?", to which he replies (through his tears), "yes, (sniffle), and some coffee."
Owen, 5, 09/25/10
At 5:30am David is playing computer & Owen walks in.... Owen: "Daddy, my peepee sticks out, but if I leave it alone, it will lay down.".
Owen - 5, 06/14/10
Owen, Jack and Mommy are in the car. Owen is eating trail mix. Jack doesn't like nuts.
Jack: "Mommy, I think I smell Owen's nuts. Do you smell Owen's nuts?"
Jack - 7, 01/19/10
During the kissing scene in the movie Avatar, Owen yells out, "Is this the good part?"
Owen - 5, 01/18/10
Owen is laughing his head off...
Jack: "What's so funny Owen?"
Owen: "Your face! Your silly face!"
Jack - 7, Owen - 3 days from 5 years old, 11/23/09
Jack and Owen are upstairs brushing their teeth. This is what I hear out of nowhere.
Owen: "Jack, I love you."
Jack: "I love you too, buddy."
Jack - 7, Owen - almost 5, 11/20/09
"Mommy, I'm a natural bowler, and I have little balls!" Owen, Age 4, 11/09/09
Owen: "Mommy, what is this hole in my pajama pants?"
Me:"That is so you can go potty at night and you don't have to pull your pants down. You can stick your peepee out of it and go potty."
Owen:"Oh..." Owen seems very interested in this hole. I turn to do something and when I turn back around he has a proud grin and his weiner hanging out of the his pee pee hole in his pj's. Boys...
A while later....
Owen: "Mommy, I think I'm in trouble."
Me: "Why?"
Owen:"I made another hole in my pajamas."
Me:"You did? Where is it?"
Owen lays back and he's created a "balls" hole in the crotch of his pants, and he is now using both holes to proudly display his weiner, and balls.
I threw the pants out.
Owen - 4, 11/01/09
Jack and Owen sitting are sitting at the dining room table eating dinner and chatting to one another.
Owen: "Jack, (Owen leans back, gazing into the ceiling) when I a baby, I used to suck my thumb (he still does by the way). Also Jack, when I was a baby, I used to go potty in my diaper."
Jack: "Oh, just like me!"
Owen looking VERY puzzled: "Jack, YOU wear a diaper?"
Jack - 6, Owen - 4, June 2009
McDonalds Commercial on the radio: "Come in and try a new decadent mocha!"
Owen: "Mommy, let's go have a decadent taco!"
Owen - 4, 01/20/09
"If you don't go to school then you have to go to a bad college and they make you take off your pants and dance in your underwear!"
Owen - 4, 01/20/09
"Daddy, Grandpa is a builder. But Daddy, you're a fixer."
Jack - 6, 01/19/09
Me: "Owen, let's give you a new middle name! How about Silly Pants?"
Owen: "No Mommy! My middle name is... Loverboy!!"
Owen - 4, 01/12/09
"Patrick married a pole. Seriously.... he did."
Jack, Age 6, 01/06/09
"I just had a dream that a guy with a big space planet head took us to outa-space and we were frozen!"
Owen, Age 4, 01/06/09
Owen: "Mommy, will you carry me?"
Me: "Where do you want me to carry you to?"
Owen: "Oh. Just carry me one."
Owen, Age 4, 12/31/08
"I have a cyborg head and it fell off so I had to put on a new one." Jack, Age 6, 12/30/08
"See these two holes (pointing to his nostrils), this is buger town." Owen, Age 4, 12/29/08
Monday, December 29, 2008
Blackberry Chicken
I made crock-pot yumminess today. Now, it may not look yummy as the blackberries turned the chicken purple but I promise it was wonderful. Here's my recipe...
1 6.5 quart crockpot
4 frozen boneless skinless chicken breasts
1 bag frozen blackberries
1 cup brown sugar
4 cloves of garlic - chopped
1 tsp rosemary
salt to taste
Put everything into the crockpot on low for 6 hours or until the chicken is fully cooked. It's going to turn purple, but it's going to taste delicious. The chicken is very tender mixed with the sweetness from the berries and brown sugar. The berries also add a wonderful texture. If you'd like it to have a little spicy punch you could add a little ginger, or my friend Jenn said she thought it would be good with a little white wine. I was however working in a house low on groceries and didn't feel like going anywhere. However it was still absolutely wonderful, and I'd make it again in a heartbeat. I put my chicken over brown rice, and it was a delicious, healthy and gluten-free dinner.
Blackberry Chicken!!!
1 6.5 quart crockpot
4 frozen boneless skinless chicken breasts
1 bag frozen blackberries
1 cup brown sugar
4 cloves of garlic - chopped
1 tsp rosemary
salt to taste
Put everything into the crockpot on low for 6 hours or until the chicken is fully cooked. It's going to turn purple, but it's going to taste delicious. The chicken is very tender mixed with the sweetness from the berries and brown sugar. The berries also add a wonderful texture. If you'd like it to have a little spicy punch you could add a little ginger, or my friend Jenn said she thought it would be good with a little white wine. I was however working in a house low on groceries and didn't feel like going anywhere. However it was still absolutely wonderful, and I'd make it again in a heartbeat. I put my chicken over brown rice, and it was a delicious, healthy and gluten-free dinner.
Blackberry Chicken!!!
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Goodbye Wasabi Peas
It's late.
I'm hungry.
I want my wasabi peas.
But soon, I won't be able to have them anymore. They are made with several ingredients that react with a disease I have recently been diagnosed with called Celiac Disease. So as of January 1st I will not be able to eat any foods with gluten in them anymore, wasabi peas being one of the many.
Such sadness it brings to say goodbye to many of my old friends... granola, bagels, white bread, wheat thins, pizza, pastry, cake, brownies, cookies, and of course wasabi peas.
Most of these items can be bought or made in a gluten-free version which I will be trying with excitement as to perhaps find some new favorites. Also as you can see most or pretty much all of those items aren't healthy in the first place so I'm sure cutting them out completly could have positive effects in the waistline.
But the best effect will of course be the lack of symptoms that I will hopefully experience after being gluten-free for several months. Having the knowledge that I am significantly lowering my likelyhood of getting gastro-cancer, ulcers, and other life threatening diseases is a perk as well. Untreated Celiac Disease can increase the risk of certain cancers by up to 50%! It can also cause neurological defects, depression, joint pain, terrible skin rashes, and many other terrible conditions. So it is imperative that I take this very seriously and not ingest anymore gluten after the start of the year. Hopefully in as little as six months I will begin feeling better, and although I still have Fibromyalgia (which can be caused by Celiac Disease), I will hopefully only be dealing with the symptoms of one disease and not two.
I really look forward to feeling better and if it meant eating nothing but dried worms and toe jam I would do it. I wouldn't enjoy it, but I would do it, and this I will do also and may even perhaps find joy in my new lifestyle.
Look forward to many new recipes and insights as I begin my gluten-free journey. It's a bright path and a long road and I look forward to enjoying the ride.
Gnite!
I'm hungry.
I want my wasabi peas.
But soon, I won't be able to have them anymore. They are made with several ingredients that react with a disease I have recently been diagnosed with called Celiac Disease. So as of January 1st I will not be able to eat any foods with gluten in them anymore, wasabi peas being one of the many.
Such sadness it brings to say goodbye to many of my old friends... granola, bagels, white bread, wheat thins, pizza, pastry, cake, brownies, cookies, and of course wasabi peas.
Most of these items can be bought or made in a gluten-free version which I will be trying with excitement as to perhaps find some new favorites. Also as you can see most or pretty much all of those items aren't healthy in the first place so I'm sure cutting them out completly could have positive effects in the waistline.
But the best effect will of course be the lack of symptoms that I will hopefully experience after being gluten-free for several months. Having the knowledge that I am significantly lowering my likelyhood of getting gastro-cancer, ulcers, and other life threatening diseases is a perk as well. Untreated Celiac Disease can increase the risk of certain cancers by up to 50%! It can also cause neurological defects, depression, joint pain, terrible skin rashes, and many other terrible conditions. So it is imperative that I take this very seriously and not ingest anymore gluten after the start of the year. Hopefully in as little as six months I will begin feeling better, and although I still have Fibromyalgia (which can be caused by Celiac Disease), I will hopefully only be dealing with the symptoms of one disease and not two.
I really look forward to feeling better and if it meant eating nothing but dried worms and toe jam I would do it. I wouldn't enjoy it, but I would do it, and this I will do also and may even perhaps find joy in my new lifestyle.
Look forward to many new recipes and insights as I begin my gluten-free journey. It's a bright path and a long road and I look forward to enjoying the ride.
Gnite!
Thursday, December 18, 2008
The Stubborn Lady and her rice... A True Story.
I'm on a mission... A rice cooking mission.
I've always wanted to make sticky rice. About a year ago my aunt bought me some "Thai Sweet Rice" from the Asian grocer in her area and I bought myself a rice cooker. After several failed attempts at cooking ALL types of rice in the rice cooker I gave up and stowed my cooker away in the darkness of defeat, (you know, the cupboard above the fridge with the sushi cookbook and fancy 10-in-1 slicer dicer grater chopper). Well darnit, I want to make my own damn rice and this time I'm not giving up!
Last night was my first attempt at cooking this tricky Thai rice. I called my Mom who swears that she's made it before and she rambled off this much too easy seeming list of instructions for me to try. Despite what I'd heard she swore that you do not need to soak the rice.
You need to soak the rice.
We ended up with a gloppy, gluey, disgusting mess of white goo which resembled nothing even remotely close to rice. Now she says she doesn't remember. Convenient? I think so...
So, after that debaucle I took it upon myself to begin research. I started by asking all my Asian friends how they cook sticky rice. I mean go directly to the source, right? Of course, none of them have cooked Thai sticky rice which I guess is different but is what I am trying to cook. Then I began a long and confusing internet search. Many websites suggested that you steam the rice in a basket over a special pot. But I don't have a special pot, or an even slightly irregular one for that matter. Since I do have a rice cooker I thought maybe I could steam the rice in the specific cooker for which it was created. But of course that didn't work. After soaking the rice for 5 hours then rigging it into a special homeade basket for steaming, the rice cooker did absolutely nothing. Aparently rice cookers are not meant for "steaming" rice, but more for boiling it. I threw the damn rice cooker away, then got it back out of the garbage can, because I'm stubborn and I figure perhaps someday I could use it for something... not cooking rice mind you, but maybe something. Any ideas?
I found a recipe that uses a regular pot and other everyday type items that I have in my house and don't have to order online to make my rice. As we speak now I am patiently awaiting tender kernels of chewy rice for my pure enjoyment. I just checked on it and so far the rice is still not cooked at all, but I say that's better than the rice being a ball of glue.
Well after about 30 mins of steaming in my homeade rice steaming device I turned the water off, covered the rice and left it to sit and steam. Hours later I came back to check on it and yes, in fact it had worked! I made thai sticky rice!!! Here's what I did.
I used a large pot and filled it about half full with water. Then I put a steamer basket over the water and lined it with a piece of raw cotton that I had on hand. You could of course use cheesecloth but I didn't have that, so I used cotton. I put the soaked rice in the lined steamer basket, and covered it. I then turned on the water and let it boil for 30 mins and then just let it sit until it was time to eat it. I checked it a few times throughout the day and it was getting dry so I just sprinkled it with a little water and stirred it. We ate the rice with some chicken, and then I made rice balls out of the rest which my kids enjoyed later.
So, I mastered the thai sticky rice. Boy was it sticky too. Not just to eat, but the whole process. Next I think I'll try making jasmine rice. I hear it's much easier, and perhaps I can even use my rice cooker... We'll see. Wish me luck!
I've always wanted to make sticky rice. About a year ago my aunt bought me some "Thai Sweet Rice" from the Asian grocer in her area and I bought myself a rice cooker. After several failed attempts at cooking ALL types of rice in the rice cooker I gave up and stowed my cooker away in the darkness of defeat, (you know, the cupboard above the fridge with the sushi cookbook and fancy 10-in-1 slicer dicer grater chopper). Well darnit, I want to make my own damn rice and this time I'm not giving up!
Last night was my first attempt at cooking this tricky Thai rice. I called my Mom who swears that she's made it before and she rambled off this much too easy seeming list of instructions for me to try. Despite what I'd heard she swore that you do not need to soak the rice.
You need to soak the rice.
We ended up with a gloppy, gluey, disgusting mess of white goo which resembled nothing even remotely close to rice. Now she says she doesn't remember. Convenient? I think so...
So, after that debaucle I took it upon myself to begin research. I started by asking all my Asian friends how they cook sticky rice. I mean go directly to the source, right? Of course, none of them have cooked Thai sticky rice which I guess is different but is what I am trying to cook. Then I began a long and confusing internet search. Many websites suggested that you steam the rice in a basket over a special pot. But I don't have a special pot, or an even slightly irregular one for that matter. Since I do have a rice cooker I thought maybe I could steam the rice in the specific cooker for which it was created. But of course that didn't work. After soaking the rice for 5 hours then rigging it into a special homeade basket for steaming, the rice cooker did absolutely nothing. Aparently rice cookers are not meant for "steaming" rice, but more for boiling it. I threw the damn rice cooker away, then got it back out of the garbage can, because I'm stubborn and I figure perhaps someday I could use it for something... not cooking rice mind you, but maybe something. Any ideas?
I found a recipe that uses a regular pot and other everyday type items that I have in my house and don't have to order online to make my rice. As we speak now I am patiently awaiting tender kernels of chewy rice for my pure enjoyment. I just checked on it and so far the rice is still not cooked at all, but I say that's better than the rice being a ball of glue.
Well after about 30 mins of steaming in my homeade rice steaming device I turned the water off, covered the rice and left it to sit and steam. Hours later I came back to check on it and yes, in fact it had worked! I made thai sticky rice!!! Here's what I did.
I used a large pot and filled it about half full with water. Then I put a steamer basket over the water and lined it with a piece of raw cotton that I had on hand. You could of course use cheesecloth but I didn't have that, so I used cotton. I put the soaked rice in the lined steamer basket, and covered it. I then turned on the water and let it boil for 30 mins and then just let it sit until it was time to eat it. I checked it a few times throughout the day and it was getting dry so I just sprinkled it with a little water and stirred it. We ate the rice with some chicken, and then I made rice balls out of the rest which my kids enjoyed later.
So, I mastered the thai sticky rice. Boy was it sticky too. Not just to eat, but the whole process. Next I think I'll try making jasmine rice. I hear it's much easier, and perhaps I can even use my rice cooker... We'll see. Wish me luck!
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Guilty Sunday
This is becoming a habit of mine. Guilty Sunday I'm calling it, although it actually starts Saturday night.
Wait no, it really all starts on Friday as I'm planning my weekend in my head. I make a promise to myself that Sunday I will go to church. There are three or four services on Sunday so I figure it should be easy to make it to one, right? Wrong.
All day Saturday I am telling myself over and over that I can't forget about church the next day. I'm considering whether or not to take the children, or maybe go by myself this week. I've even put it in my planner and set a reminder (as if I'm going to forget, guilt has seered this event into my brain for an eternity). It's Saturday night, I'm watching SNL and replaying in my head over and over that I am going to church and I should go to bed. First I plan for the 11am service, then the 1pm to give myself a little more time to sleep. Yeah, that's just what I'll do! I'll make it to the 1pm with plenty of time to sleep in! Gosh, I'm so smart, this is a great idea.
Sunday morning... Beep Beep the alarm goes off at 11am. I get up and Hubbin is leaving for the gym. I'm thinking oh great, now how am I going to go to church? I have to take care of the kids and get ready and make it there on time? Wait, I can do it! Ugh, but I'm sooo tired, and my back really hurts, and it's very cozy in the house and VERY chilly outside. Hmm, maybe I'll just relax in the house today. NO! I have to go to church! I said I was going to go, and I love it once I get there.... So I have to go. But I'm just going to play with the kids for a little bit, then I'll get ready. I'll have plenty of time. Oh crap, it's noon! I gotta make lunch for the kids, and then put Bubba down for a nap and still get ready! Maybe I should just forget it. Guilt setting in in 5-4-3-2-1 GUILT TRIP!!!! Ugh. I am such a bad Christian. I can't even get out of the house once a week to worship my Lord and Savior who gave His life for me. It's 12:57, I haven't showered, I just took some pain pills so I can't drive, and I'm actually closer to a nap than to going anywhere.
Why do I do this to myself? Going or not going anywhere else wouldn't make me feel guilty at all. I love going to church too, but getting my butt in gear on Sunday is next to impossible. Sundays have always been my lazy day when I stay in my pj's and watch movies, while the house fills up with yummy smells from the crockpot. Getting that mentality out of my head has proven quite a challenge. No matter what I set out to do on Sunday, if it involves leaving the house, it's likely not to happen.
For anyone who is reading this post and thinking I am a terrible person, well I'm not. I have to keep reminding myself of that because I feel SO guilty about flaking out on God every Sunday. There are church services on other days as well, but I for whatever reason don't seem to make it to those either. I really envy people who get up bright and early and go to church every Sunday without fail because it does set the week in the right direction. After I go to church I feel whole, I feel centered and ready for anything. But on Sunday afternoon in my bed I feel warm and drowsy and ready for dreamland. Dangit! Darn you soft and inviting bed lurking into my brain and sucking out my motivation!
Now it's 1:15pm. Church has started, and without me. I'm still in my pj's, Bobbaloo is in bed and Mister is watching cartoons in my room. Hubs is playing WoW in the office, and I'm in the quiet and serene living room watching the trees sway in the backyard. I should be out there, at my beautiful church that I love singing and praising my Savior. Perhaps all the thinking I do about God and church and all the guilt I feel for not going could add up to something. I will say an extra prayer tonight, asking for forgiveness for my lackadaisical Sunday doings. Hopefully God will understand that I'm a sucker for a restful Sunday.
But I'm definitely going next week. For sure...
Wait no, it really all starts on Friday as I'm planning my weekend in my head. I make a promise to myself that Sunday I will go to church. There are three or four services on Sunday so I figure it should be easy to make it to one, right? Wrong.
All day Saturday I am telling myself over and over that I can't forget about church the next day. I'm considering whether or not to take the children, or maybe go by myself this week. I've even put it in my planner and set a reminder (as if I'm going to forget, guilt has seered this event into my brain for an eternity). It's Saturday night, I'm watching SNL and replaying in my head over and over that I am going to church and I should go to bed. First I plan for the 11am service, then the 1pm to give myself a little more time to sleep. Yeah, that's just what I'll do! I'll make it to the 1pm with plenty of time to sleep in! Gosh, I'm so smart, this is a great idea.
Sunday morning... Beep Beep the alarm goes off at 11am. I get up and Hubbin is leaving for the gym. I'm thinking oh great, now how am I going to go to church? I have to take care of the kids and get ready and make it there on time? Wait, I can do it! Ugh, but I'm sooo tired, and my back really hurts, and it's very cozy in the house and VERY chilly outside. Hmm, maybe I'll just relax in the house today. NO! I have to go to church! I said I was going to go, and I love it once I get there.... So I have to go. But I'm just going to play with the kids for a little bit, then I'll get ready. I'll have plenty of time. Oh crap, it's noon! I gotta make lunch for the kids, and then put Bubba down for a nap and still get ready! Maybe I should just forget it. Guilt setting in in 5-4-3-2-1 GUILT TRIP!!!! Ugh. I am such a bad Christian. I can't even get out of the house once a week to worship my Lord and Savior who gave His life for me. It's 12:57, I haven't showered, I just took some pain pills so I can't drive, and I'm actually closer to a nap than to going anywhere.
Why do I do this to myself? Going or not going anywhere else wouldn't make me feel guilty at all. I love going to church too, but getting my butt in gear on Sunday is next to impossible. Sundays have always been my lazy day when I stay in my pj's and watch movies, while the house fills up with yummy smells from the crockpot. Getting that mentality out of my head has proven quite a challenge. No matter what I set out to do on Sunday, if it involves leaving the house, it's likely not to happen.
For anyone who is reading this post and thinking I am a terrible person, well I'm not. I have to keep reminding myself of that because I feel SO guilty about flaking out on God every Sunday. There are church services on other days as well, but I for whatever reason don't seem to make it to those either. I really envy people who get up bright and early and go to church every Sunday without fail because it does set the week in the right direction. After I go to church I feel whole, I feel centered and ready for anything. But on Sunday afternoon in my bed I feel warm and drowsy and ready for dreamland. Dangit! Darn you soft and inviting bed lurking into my brain and sucking out my motivation!
Now it's 1:15pm. Church has started, and without me. I'm still in my pj's, Bobbaloo is in bed and Mister is watching cartoons in my room. Hubs is playing WoW in the office, and I'm in the quiet and serene living room watching the trees sway in the backyard. I should be out there, at my beautiful church that I love singing and praising my Savior. Perhaps all the thinking I do about God and church and all the guilt I feel for not going could add up to something. I will say an extra prayer tonight, asking for forgiveness for my lackadaisical Sunday doings. Hopefully God will understand that I'm a sucker for a restful Sunday.
But I'm definitely going next week. For sure...
Damn you Joe...
So my super terrific friend Joe took my advice and bravely began writing his own blog Dorkus Maximus a few days ago. Even though I urged him to write about himself, his hopes, his dreams, his inner thought type stuff I have yet to write about mine. So in an effort not to be a hypocrit I will make a concerted effort to write a little about those subjects myself.
So... My hopes and dreams... suprisingly scary to write about! Let's start with my originals. When I was a little girl I wanted nothing more than to be a supermodel rockstar who drove a fire engine red corvette with fire painted down the sides. I changed my name to Veronica Michelle, and could sing all of Whitney Houston's "Greatest Love of All" at a meer 5 years old. I remember sitting in the back seat of my Mom's car belting my heart out to no one, just hoping that the car next to us was a famous producer who would happen to hear me and make me an instant star. I was convinced that was how it happened for all my favorites like Michael Jackson, Tiffany, Debbie Gibson, Whitney Houston and NKOTB. I had no idea becoming a star meant working your keister off.
As a teenager I was still holding onto the dream of being a singer, but the supermodel part was let go as I realized I wasn't the supermodel type. Throughout highschool I did some acting and singing which I was good at, but nothing came too much of it. When I was about 14 I auditioned for Star Search, but for whatever reason my Mom couldn't come with me. Being so nervous without her I cried through the entire audition, and of course did not make it.
By my early twenties my dreams had changed and I wanted to be married and have children. I was lucky to have met the man God knew I needed and together we made our dreams of parenthood come true. Through that I learned that some dreams are definitely worth working for and seeing through, and I still live that dream everyday.
Now, twenty-nine years old, married, and somewhat disabled my dreams are different. The dreams I have now may seem to some people insignificant. But to me these dreams are real and I think about them everyday. Today I dream to be stronger. Not just physically but mentally and emotionally as well. I dream of having a daughter. I dream of being a teacher and changing people's lives through expression of all mediums of art. I dream of knowing my worth, and feeling like I have a gift to offer the world, which is something people have often told me, but that I have yet to realize. Mostly I dream of being the best me for my children, my Husband, my God and myself so that I can be truly happy, and so that I can help people and offer them whatever they need. I've honestly found as I've gotten older that my most important dreams are the simplest ones. These days being famous or having a corvette is the last thing on my mind, while just being the best me for everyone in my life is what I dream about every moment.
So to my friend Joe, and anyone else in the wide world who might read this, I hope you can be brave and write down your hopes and dreams so that you may have more time to ponder them in hopes that you can make them come true.
So... My hopes and dreams... suprisingly scary to write about! Let's start with my originals. When I was a little girl I wanted nothing more than to be a supermodel rockstar who drove a fire engine red corvette with fire painted down the sides. I changed my name to Veronica Michelle, and could sing all of Whitney Houston's "Greatest Love of All" at a meer 5 years old. I remember sitting in the back seat of my Mom's car belting my heart out to no one, just hoping that the car next to us was a famous producer who would happen to hear me and make me an instant star. I was convinced that was how it happened for all my favorites like Michael Jackson, Tiffany, Debbie Gibson, Whitney Houston and NKOTB. I had no idea becoming a star meant working your keister off.
As a teenager I was still holding onto the dream of being a singer, but the supermodel part was let go as I realized I wasn't the supermodel type. Throughout highschool I did some acting and singing which I was good at, but nothing came too much of it. When I was about 14 I auditioned for Star Search, but for whatever reason my Mom couldn't come with me. Being so nervous without her I cried through the entire audition, and of course did not make it.
By my early twenties my dreams had changed and I wanted to be married and have children. I was lucky to have met the man God knew I needed and together we made our dreams of parenthood come true. Through that I learned that some dreams are definitely worth working for and seeing through, and I still live that dream everyday.
Now, twenty-nine years old, married, and somewhat disabled my dreams are different. The dreams I have now may seem to some people insignificant. But to me these dreams are real and I think about them everyday. Today I dream to be stronger. Not just physically but mentally and emotionally as well. I dream of having a daughter. I dream of being a teacher and changing people's lives through expression of all mediums of art. I dream of knowing my worth, and feeling like I have a gift to offer the world, which is something people have often told me, but that I have yet to realize. Mostly I dream of being the best me for my children, my Husband, my God and myself so that I can be truly happy, and so that I can help people and offer them whatever they need. I've honestly found as I've gotten older that my most important dreams are the simplest ones. These days being famous or having a corvette is the last thing on my mind, while just being the best me for everyone in my life is what I dream about every moment.
So to my friend Joe, and anyone else in the wide world who might read this, I hope you can be brave and write down your hopes and dreams so that you may have more time to ponder them in hopes that you can make them come true.
Almost Vacation...I mean Christmas! Don't go Amy!
Well it's after midnight so there are officially 8 days until we leave for our vacation to D-i-s-n-e-y-l-a-n-d!!!! I couldn't be more excited!! Not only do I get to spend the holiday in THE most magical place on Earth, but I get to spend it with my children and Husband on our first family vacation ever! One hundred exclamation points could not express my anticipation.
So, as I anxiously wait for our dream vacation, Hubbin and I went on a little date tonight and saw Four Christmases. I expected it to be much funnier than it actually was. It was funny, but just not what I was expecting. Although Vince Vaughn is super hot, he's played the same character in every movie he's been in since Swingers. It is a funny character, but has gotten somewhat old. I was very happy with Reese Witherspoon's performance though, she was as funny as she could be in that role, and also rather adorable.
On a bittersweet note Amy Poehler revealed that tonight's episode of SNL will be her last. I am so sad to see her go as I am sure many fans will be, but as we all know she just started a new family and must tend to baby Archie. Best wishes Amy!! I love you!!!
So, as I anxiously wait for our dream vacation, Hubbin and I went on a little date tonight and saw Four Christmases. I expected it to be much funnier than it actually was. It was funny, but just not what I was expecting. Although Vince Vaughn is super hot, he's played the same character in every movie he's been in since Swingers. It is a funny character, but has gotten somewhat old. I was very happy with Reese Witherspoon's performance though, she was as funny as she could be in that role, and also rather adorable.
On a bittersweet note Amy Poehler revealed that tonight's episode of SNL will be her last. I am so sad to see her go as I am sure many fans will be, but as we all know she just started a new family and must tend to baby Archie. Best wishes Amy!! I love you!!!
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Welcome to me.
Hello and welcome to my blog. I'm going to make a concerted effort to write something everyday. I can't make any promises to the hilarity or wit of it's contents, but I'm sure there will be a dash of neurosis, some chaos, a tad bit of whining and a fistful of rambling.
Me up until now 11:49pm December 11th, 2008: As of this moment I am Mother of two very different but equally interesting children. A six year old I call Mister, and a four year old I call Bobbaloo. Mister is a perfectionist, neurotic imaginer of superhero adventures. Bobbaloo uses most of his energy sending me to the insane asylum (not a hard task), but then saves the day by saying something outrageous that leaves everyone who hears it in tears of laughter. They are thick as thieves, best friends, two peas in a pod, you get the message. They love me and my superman hubbin quite a bit too. We think they're pretty great as well. Speaking of the Hubbin, he's pretty great. He helps me keep it together, and glues me back together when I fall apart.
Besides the immediates I have the general crazy family. A Mom who I love dearly but is overwhelmingly innapropriate, a father who is constantly dying and a brother that's too laid back for his own good. My in-laws live across the country, so I don't see them but every few years, but from the stories I've heard it's probably better that way. Although I do have to admit I love my Mother In-Law quite a bit, and according to Hubbin everyone feels that way. He holds her on a pedistal so high I'm suprised she can breathe in that altitude.
I spend most of my time at home alone or with my children as I am currently disabled. Hopefully one of these days I'll miraculously get better and be the high-school art teacher I dream of becoming. We'll see...
Well that's me up until now, and hopefully each day I'll be evolving in some way, no matter how small. Thanks now for reading if you do, and I hope you enjoy my ramblings.
Me up until now 11:49pm December 11th, 2008: As of this moment I am Mother of two very different but equally interesting children. A six year old I call Mister, and a four year old I call Bobbaloo. Mister is a perfectionist, neurotic imaginer of superhero adventures. Bobbaloo uses most of his energy sending me to the insane asylum (not a hard task), but then saves the day by saying something outrageous that leaves everyone who hears it in tears of laughter. They are thick as thieves, best friends, two peas in a pod, you get the message. They love me and my superman hubbin quite a bit too. We think they're pretty great as well. Speaking of the Hubbin, he's pretty great. He helps me keep it together, and glues me back together when I fall apart.
Besides the immediates I have the general crazy family. A Mom who I love dearly but is overwhelmingly innapropriate, a father who is constantly dying and a brother that's too laid back for his own good. My in-laws live across the country, so I don't see them but every few years, but from the stories I've heard it's probably better that way. Although I do have to admit I love my Mother In-Law quite a bit, and according to Hubbin everyone feels that way. He holds her on a pedistal so high I'm suprised she can breathe in that altitude.
I spend most of my time at home alone or with my children as I am currently disabled. Hopefully one of these days I'll miraculously get better and be the high-school art teacher I dream of becoming. We'll see...
Well that's me up until now, and hopefully each day I'll be evolving in some way, no matter how small. Thanks now for reading if you do, and I hope you enjoy my ramblings.
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