Sunday, September 30, 2007
Some frienders came over for dinner, and I made BBQ Chicken Pizza. MMM. Just put some Cookies BBQ Sauce on a refrigerated pizza crust and top it with chicken, colby-jack shredded cheese, and bacon. And green onions if you're into that. Just a tip: don't worry about making the pizza dough into a circle. Just make a rectangle pizza. That pizza dough is super hard to work with.
WHEN? When is a new episode of The Girls Next Door going to be on? AND, I have to wait another month and a half for Project Runway! Maybe what I really need is one more day of weekend.
Punkin was amazing when we went shopping. HE TOOK A NAP IN HIS STROLLER. AT THE MALL!!! And then he told me he had to go poop--and he did it! And this morning he told me he had to go pee--and he did! What a brilliant boy. On Friday his teacher was really excited because he sorted object magnets. There were blue stars, white rabbits, and red apples. His attention is getting worse and worse, but he shows a clear interest in sorting, in colors and shapes, and in books. He likes puzzles, too, but gets frustrated easily because he can't manipulate the pieces into their appropriate space even when he knows where they are supposed to go. I feel so bad when that kind of work is so hard for him. I don't know how to make it easier. And he is so independent. He doesn't want any help. I'm glad he wants independence, though. I'd rather he do that then insist I do everything for him. (Which is SO easy to do because it is faster and easier.) Now if I could get him to master a shape sorter......
Church has been wonderful these past few weeks. Punkin has been falling asleep right before the sermon and staying asleep until the service is over. So he sleeps through the two most difficult parts for him--the sermon and the prayer of the church. And if there's communion, he sleeps through that, too! So nice. I don't know if it's just a phase or if it's because we have been having somebody new sit with us and he is a good luck charm. Either way, I'll take it as long as I can get it! =)
This Friday I get to play sand volleyball again. Be prepared for pictures of my bruised and beaten arms and lots of stories about how I ate sand! New pictures of The Punkin tomorrow. I haven't posted any in a long time, and I feel like he's grown three inches!
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
"Okay. They are exceptionally crunchy, but I don't think I've ever had a chewy sprinkle."
MY SISTER IS COMING! Like in 20 minutes. Eeek. I am making her a pizza. Too bad all the good towels are dirty. Oops. I am not so much a thinker-aheader. (Otherwise known in the educated world as a planner.) When we took those personality tests in college, they asked what we would do if a friend told us we were going to leave for France the next day. One group made a list with items such as "check the weather and pack accordingly, make sure passport is valid, exchange money..." The group I was in came up with, "call everyone I know and invite them along, pack, buy a new outfit." On the other hand, we were also asked to divide a bag of M&Ms among us. One group just passed the bag. My group counted them out, distributed them, exchanged colors as neccessary so that everyone had at least one of each (but hopefully not more than one of each) and talked about cutting a few of them in half. See, I'm an unprepared organizer who wants the world to be fair and fun.
Okay, I need to make sure La Frozen Pizza is not overcooked.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
My sister and my grandparents are coming this week! Hooray!
Coming soon: A letter-writing campaign to Oprah!
Saturday, September 22, 2007
I can't remember any of the funny things people said last night at dinner. We went to Carlos O' Kelly's (sorry, Alice, but what's with the name?). One of the real high points -- aside from the chicken, cheese, tortillas, and rice -- was when we were sitting in the foyer waiting for our table and my friend A goes, "Is this a Mexican restaurant?" Later I got shushed by Oma for apparently talking too loudly about the fish balls (see previous post). She said it first!
But throughout dinner and the rest of the night, I kept saying, "That's so the title of my post!" So when I finally settled in to watch the first episode of How I Met Your Mother (which my frienders are obsessed with), I was tickled when one of the characters (sorry, guys, I am bad with the names of real people, much less t.v. characters) says, "This is so going in my blog!" I do like the show. Pretty clever dialogue. Only a smidge predictable. But I have a hard time with sitcoms now. I took a course in college called Women in Television and we had to disect scripts and sitcoms to death. (Set-up, set-up, punch. Double punch. Oh, cold open. Surefire scheme.) I gotta say, though, that going to class to watch Designing Women is not a bad way to spend a day.
Punkin's respite worker is an angel. She came early, and I gave her some money to take him out for a burger (or three). When I called later to check in, they were at Chuckee Cheese. He was having a blast! She even got him tokens so he could play games and sit on the little train. Then she brought him home and gave him a bath! AND AND she said I could stay out later than planned if I wanted. If they take her away from me, I may cry.
Why did the elephant cross the road?
He was stapled to the chicken!
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
I'll let you see for yourself why Oma said he has balls. Silly Oma.
Now this is the phallic part if you ask me. The pink balls are supposed to be the reel.
Oh we were a sight today. I went in to the grocery store at 7pm. I admit that I was stretching the limits of Punkin's patience and tolerance, especially considering we had just been out to dinner with my parents. I went in for mini marshmallows and chocolate chips. It's for a S'more dessert, okay? I came out with mini marshmallows, three bags of chocolate chips, graham crackers (just in case I didn't have enough), fudge brownie mix (duh), frosting (for the extra graham crackers...if my sugar levels reach dangerous lows???), a bottle of laundry detergent (I saw it was on sale as I chased Punkin down the isle after I placed all of my disguised sugar on the counter) a two year old hanging off my right arm (quite literally hanging--he decided every three steps to lay down on the floor as I desperately grasped his hand), and an open purse (filled with board books, diapers, crayons, a ducky blanket, and a sippy cup) off my left hand (which was also carrying the "food" and the detergent). My saving grace? I went to pick up Punkin, and I accidentally tickled him. He almost jumped out of my arms (which he didn't want to be in anyway) and squealed so loud the lady in front of us turned around and laughed. Lesson One: God's grace and wisdom comes in many forms, including a sense of humor. Lesson Two: No matter how many things you are buying at the store, no matter how short a time you will be there, always ALWAYS opt for a cart.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Then, on the way to school, I noticed that Punkin's shoes were on the wrong feet.
THEN, as if it couldn't get worse, I got into my car at my mom's school (I helped her with her book fair this evening--'cause I'm the good daugher) with my friender Laura. She goes, "Why does it smell in here?"
I stopped, "I don't know...it's bad."
"Like bread...that's fermenting."
I turned around in my seat, "OHMYYOUHAVEGOTTOBEKIDDINGME. Look." It was my garbage. In the backseat. I had taken it with me when I left Punkin with the respite worker, and I forgot to throw it in the dumpster on the way out! GROSS!
But all in all it was a fabulous day. It's my mom's birthday today, and we went out (while Punkin had respite) with mutual friends for dinner. She ordered a quessadilla (sp???) that was a BIT spicy. Hence the title of the post. Very fun times.
AND Punkin asked the respite worker to go potty! Go PUNKIN!
Monday, September 17, 2007
On to other things. Punkin has asked to go potty THREE times today. And he went each time! He loves getting stickers. He even holds up the piece of paper with all of them on it and says, "pretty!" The only problem I'm seeing is that he insists on being naked. And that takes time. So I'm just not sure if we're always going to be able to remove ALL of the clothing fast enough!
Getting out of bed AGAIN. That's 12 times.
Didn't catch much of Prison Break, which is admittedly slow-paced and violent, because of times 1-10. But I have so much invested in it now! I can't just turn a cold shoulder. So many Monday nights up in smoke, with me wondering how it all turns out. No way. I wish it were on later so I could concentrate.
Would people please stop wearing big white sunglasses? (Shudders)
Lion--I actually saw leggings for sale. At JC Penney! You have no idea how weird that is for me. Only a few hundred yards away, neon crocs were being advertised at a kiosk.
Oh, and the itchiness is gone. I adiosed (sp??) the bandaid. I think I'm allergic to the glue and not the actual bandaid because I use latex gloves at work and have had no issues.
I rationalized eating Whitey's today because I walked there with Punkin. I bought him a cone, but as usual, he refused. Gotta get over that. At least he likes mac 'n cheese as much as his momma!
Punkin's new thing is taking his "boy" to bed with him. Now, before you get all gutter-minded, the boy is a plastic Ronald McDonald. I didn't know what to call it when we first got it, so I just called it a boy. My mom has two of them at her house (okay, we like McDonalds). And he always called them his "boys." Punkin also really likes sticks, which he pronounces "dicks." I know, I know. My dad, being the mature one in the family, related to all of us that while playing outside, Punkin had come to the sad realization that he was unable to carry both the boys and the dick in one hand.
And on that note, good night.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
I 'spose bed is calling. I left my laundry in the apartment complex's laundromat by accident. Totally forgot about it. Hope it's there in the morning. Or rather the afternoon, as I won't be able to get it until then. Eek. My favorite jeans are in there! I'm so absent-minded lately.
There are two flies--the same ones I wrote about a week ago--buzz buzz buzzing everywhere. GRRRR. But they do take my mind off of the ITCH.
SO excited for Friday. Jeans day at work. Have to wear my second favorite pair. Oops. Then it's on to happy hour somewhere. But I'm a little worried about Punkin because he got very upset today with his respite worker. I came home and his face was all blotchy from crying. (pouts) She said he was asking for me. I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride and deep contentment along with the surge of guilt. Did I say I was going to bed?
Have a good one.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
In writing courses the instructor always says to just start writing. Anne Lamont, whom I want to give a big hug to and drink a beer with, says to start with a memory. I remember sitting in my grandparents' (dad's) kitchen when I was quite small. The tablecloth was white and red checked, like one you'd take on a picnic. Vinyl, I think. (Or maybe that's just my preconceived ideas mixing in with the memory. ) My grandma has given me something to eat in a fairly large bowl. She is cooking something on the stove, I always think beans cause I never liked them as a child, and my mom is there. We had a back-and-forth about my distaste for the beans. When I have memories, all of my senses come alive. I see the tablecloth, my mom, my round grandma, the screen door open to the yard, the stove. I feel warm with happiness and safety and from the heat of the stove. And I immediately jump to standing near some evergreens when it is much cooler outside and watching rabbits hop about. A man, either my Uncle or my Grandpa, is standing near me and my sister; he is telling us about how the rabbits' fur changes with the seasons. (Is that even true?) I then see myself sitting in a tan lazy boy, all alone in the living room. The grown-ups have converged upstairs to tackle The Stuff In The Attic of my grandparent's home. Or maybe it is my great-grandma's. Isn't it funny how the "important" details (I love those quotations) slide down and down and down in importance as the feelings and the smells and the lessons move up up up? I am sitting in this oversized chair considering the fact that I have been left to my own devices and listening to the chatter and the "oh mygoodnesscanyoubeliveits?" of my parents and aunts and uncles when I hear my father shout and the entire second floor erupt in really loud "ohmygoodnesscanyoubelieveits." He's found a porcelain doll. Later we will take it to be restored. This I remember as well; I think dropping it off. I was spell-bound by this doll for ages. She and her teeny tiny coin purse have been on display in a cabinet my dad bought my mom as either a birthday or anniversary present. There's still a penny inside her coin purse, and a skeleton key for the cabinet--both of which I opened on occassion just for a peek at something beautiful and old.
That cabinet is now home to a doll I bought in Germany and a few pieces of the Berlin Wall from just outside of Berlin. Still not sure how I feel about having picked them up off the ground, but I couldn't let myself leave them. That was a fantastic trip after I got over flipping out. I was going into my junior year of high school, but you'd have thought I was four. I simply couldn't control the monsoon of emotions, the anxiety, the rock sitting in my gut. But after about a day and a half I regained my composure and began to not only have fun, but open myself up spiritually. Something about all that time spent listening to an old language in old buildings in an old country just makes you feel alone with God. One day I started to slip back into the gut-wrenching-almost-losing-it as I walked around a lake town (which was infested with spiders by the way, but that is another story) all by my lonesome when a ladybug landed on my arm. In Germany, ladybugs are a symbol of good luck or well-wishing. I took it as a little pat on the back from the Lord that everything would be okay--and that I could never truly be alone even if I wanted to be. I was standing outside a souvenier shop, wearing a long (no doubt floral print) skirt and a yellow tee. My hair was long then. I must have looked very young and very lost. I remember thinking, "stupid Americans" as our group from across the U.S. visited the very churches and castles where Martin Luther preached and lived. I not only felt young, but I felt the youngness of my country.
I'm so sorry if this is boring, but I simply cannot help myself. And besides, it can't be THAT awful if you are still reading it. I mean, you've stuck it out this long......
Today was good. No big news to report. I rearranged my living room, but Punkin seems okay with it since his beloved chair and TV are still there. I played Bunko tonight. I cannot stand playing games, but this is so fast and so mindless that it doesn't really count. It's once a month with people from work. Punkin had to tag along tonight, and he did very well considering he was out way past his bedtime. He watched Nemo and only got upset towards the end. I didn't win anything, but I did enjoy two chocolate brownies--with chocolate chips.
I am selling my wedding dress if anyone is in need. =) For those of you who are internet friends, I was engaged to Punkin's dad at one time. Our relationship moved at hyper-speed, and we were planning our wedding within a year of meeting each other (before we found out I was pregnant, even). But I came to my senses in enough time to get the deposit back from the photographer and florist (very gracious of them) but not the reception hall (ouch to mom and dad). So we had a big party anyway and it was very fun, actually. We even put stickers on the wedding bubbles and put them in a basket for people! But now I have a wedding dress (with the tags still on it--never even tried on) that was purchased for a bigger, pregnant, and just different me as well as three bridesmaids dresses. So that's my project. Get my mom some of her money back. Jennie gave me a good site, so I think I'll start there. Oh, and the engagement ring? Ya, we won't go there today. Its fake self is in my jewelery box. Very pretty, but not so much real. Found that out after I ended up footing the bill for it. Young, thoughtless, stupid decisions. I won't say young, thoughtless, stupid me, even though I thought of it, because I was never stupid. Kinda like we tell the preschoolers: I still like you, I just don't like the choice you made when you punched Timmy in the nose.
I suppose I'm done now. On to Crickler!
Saturday, September 8, 2007
I can't wait until he's tall enough to use the real vacuum.
Proud boy with a proud mama.
He has being doing more imitative play lately. He always imitates, but it's immediately after seeing something or because he's asked. This is stuff he's observed and then copied much later. Like pretending to be a little teacher. He "sorts" pattern blocks or duplos, saying, "yeyow" and "boo." Then he spits out unintelligible sentences in a teacher voice. And the other day, his teacher was doing a finger play with some little paper frogs. She had to get up to answer the phone, and when she came back he was sitting in her spot trying to lead the class!
We had a very low-key, but busy, day of staying at home. We went out only for apples (he kept asking for them) and diapers (stupid school won't provide them). Some M&Ms also jumped into the cart.
I took a video with my digital camera of him playing, and I accidentally left it on when he asked to sit on the potty. I was so excited! It totally picked us up clapping and hooray-ing in the bathroom. He's been asking me to go more often. I think he realizes it too late, so then he only has to go a little bit. He comes up and lifts his shirt up and very urgently says, "Shirt! please!" For some reason he insists on being naked when he goes potty. Very funny. Especially today when he ended up on the potty with only his shoes and socks on!
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
The Rules: Post the rules before you give the facts. Post eight random facts about yourself. At the end of your blog post, you need to tag eight people and list their names. Leave the people you tagged a comment on their blog, letting them know that they've been tagged.
1. I despise being "it" in Hide-and-Seek and "Tag." (Except blog tag, in which case it is fun and complimentary and entirely void of physical labor.) I have no desire to find people who are trying not to be found. Call me lazy. Call me uninquisitive. Call me too ADHD to stick to one very straight-forward, yet mind-numbingly difficult task until completion. And Tag. Geez. Sounds like a game a strung-out kindergarten teacher made up so her kids would exhaust themselves and take a nap. "Let's all run around in a big field and tap each other on the shoulders." She's brilliant! A close second, The Quiet Game. But I do love when kids yell out, "I'm being quiet!" or "I'm not talking!"
2. There will never be a bathtub clean enough for me. Unless maybe it is brand-new. Even hotel ones are iffy. I would prefer to Clorox it first. And wear my bathing suit. I don't know what it is about tubs, but it's getting worse as I get older. Blech. Eww. I have much to say, but too sensitive a gag reflex to say it.
3. I still sleep with a special blanket. It's too big to take out of town with me, but if I could, I would. Love me my blanky. The original yellow blanket was lost at The Holiday Inn. This one is a big blue quilt that my mom took to college.
4. I eat ice cream almost every day. I think a person's favorite says something about them.
Mint Chocolate Chip = classic, yet innovative. cool.
Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough = likes comfort food. is known to grill out a lot. would rather eat plain cookie dough, but was told it was unsanitary.
Double Fudge Brownie = no time for toppings. i need the chocolate efficiently and tastefully
Coffee or Butter Pecan = gross, err, sophisticated palate. would prefer their ice cream with pie.
Vanilla = maybe they like toppings???? enjoys ice cream mostly for it's texture
5. I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up. I have a minor in Women's Studies and a major in both English and History. Got a job for me?
6. When the Democratic pollers called to ask who I would vote for, I said Barack Obama or John Edwards.
7. I'm about to have some Cookie Dough ice cream with Hershey's Syrup. I don't like the store brand syrup. Edy's Double Churned--not bad at all. I do NOT do diet food. I can totally taste the Splenda. But this is yum-mee.
8. The pool water incident my sister refers to was the fault of someone who shall remain nameless but who loves to egg people on and make them drink too much wine and then get the hiccups and then the only natural thing to do is to turn away from their friends and duck down in the pool and sip a teensy bit of water in a desperate attempt to rid themselves of said hiccups.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Anonymous has left a new comment on your post, "tigger goes for the jagular."Again, the Good Daughter debate. Who spent hours and hours of their formative years creating bulletin boards in said parents' rooms while the other child pretended to talk to invisible people and dance on the desks?
Monday, September 3, 2007
I always make sure to snap a photo of something really unsafe but totally cute before telling him to stop.
The second chair is for me. What a thoughtful little guy.
I don't remember really going through a nesting period while I was pregnant. (Jimmy, I am talking about when a woman is about 8-9 months along and she goes nuts cleaning, organizing, and overall preparing for the baby.) So I think I am going through a very delayed nesting period now. Particularly this weekend. I have cleaned every surface. I moved the furniture to vacuumm. (Why can I not ever spell that word right?) I dusted. I want SO BADLY to clean the carpets. And if I had a shop vac, and the humidity dropped a few thousand percents, I'd be all over the car. I have BAKED twice. TODAY. I made cookies this morning and banana bread this afternoon. But, take a sigh of relief, as I am still the same old girl. I totally forgot about the second batch of cookies, and I have no idea how long the bread was in the oven or if I even set it to the correct temperature.
And now on a completely different note:
Sunday, September 2, 2007
Now.....are you ready for the greatest miracle in modern technology since the mousepad/notepad combination???? Here it is ...........
My mom said they got a whole case of 'em at her school, so I snagged one. Wanna know what's really funny? The drug is for ADHD. HA!
Sunday School starts next week! Who's excited about dropping off their little ball of energy and attitude with a bunch of other little balls of energy and attitude and one poor, blindly optimistic teacher before skipping off to church ALONE (or with other grown-ups)????
My mommy gave me a really pretty necklace for my birthday, which I wanted to show you, but I just couldn't get a good picture. It's a rectangular slide. Mother of pearl set in silver. And it's reversible. The other side has metal work overlaying the stone. I know, the tapeler got mentioned before the necklace..... But it's like those really fat pens that have like 10 colors in them so you only have to carry one thing, but it has multiple applications. I love me some pens. Anyone up for Office Max? The best place is the student store in Iowa City. They have an entire isle of individual pens for sale, organized by color and thickness of point in little clear bins. It's breathtaking, really.
I'm gonna order me some Pampered Chef business cards so I can look official.
I think that's all I have today. I'll try to put up some Punkin pictures again soon. Nothing that astounding has happened. OOOO--but yesterday I did LOVE the new portable DVD player. Punkin sat and watched it while I helped my mom in the library (cause I'm the good daughter). It saved the day, Aunt Kim!!