the weekend?

just for the record

even though i think i possibly one day could look like dara torres,
doing 80000 push ups in one day is not the way to do it.

i cannot swim even 1 meter, although i think if my parents had me in swim lessons, i would be winning a gold medal today.

gymnastics are better left to those who are properly trained. besides, nobody cares that i can do a half cartwheel. and my sommersault is definantly a 16 pointer.

running fast down my street doesn't mean i can understand what an 11 second 100 meter is.

as long as i eat ice cream while watching the olympics, i'm never going to look like i am an olympian. crap.

life with fussy....

what happens to fussy when mommy takes a shower late in the day. and big brother is playing gamecube. nobody to fuss too, nobody to play with. i guess it gets kind of boring. the only thing you can do is play with yourself...

school and stuff

big d did a blog about the first day of school, and the last day of summer. you should check it out. it has some funny pictures of the big boys on it.

while i can't believe my middle child is now a kindergartner, it is almost harder to believe that my oldest is in 3rd grade.

starting school is so much fun. and so very stressful. this year was no different, especially in the stress department. seeing that we had not had a proper vacation in well...ever, big d decided to throw caution to the wind. we left our house thursday morning and came home from yellowstone late saturday night. it was fun. there was a lot of driving. fussy still doesn't like his carseat. while i'd like to lie to you all and tell you he did wonderfully on the trip, the truth is he didn't. and we did the whole illegal child out of car seat thing a few times.

it was fun. we did end up with a mild case of hurling on friday night. poor harry had a sick stomach. i don't know if it was the motel room in west yellowstone, or if it was the late late dinner, or the fact that he had about a bag of peanut m&m's. whatever. but he clogged the already slow motel sink with aromatic chunks of puke. i'm lucky, big d cleaned it up.

besides the puking, we had the car windsheild get a chip, the camera died, our motel was pretty much the oldest thing i've ever seen. it was a great trip. big d stopped to take a lot of pictures. and by a lot, i mean over 300. so that little slide show is nothing compaired to what we have.

we came home from our trip, expecting to just relax and get the kids ready for school. while we were gone, we got a letter from the school. for harry. concerning 3rd grade. specifically his teacher. who up and got another job JUST BEFORE SCHOOL STARTED. leaving my kid without a teacher. the letter was letting us know this, and that the class would be taught by the principal and vice principal, until a real teacher could be found.

well, that just blew the wind right from our sails. not only had i talked up his teacher to be, but now i know that the kid is getting a crappy situation. i don't do well with that. so we worried all day on sunday.

when we finally get to school we find out that the principal and vice principal are working really super hard on making the transition easier for the kids. i also come to find out that third grade is when the kids start moving classrooms. so everytime he comes back on track, he's going to be in a new room. my poor kid who is so resistant to change! first a weird teaching situation, and then the knowledge that he won't have the same room all year. what a change from second grade this is going to be.

meanwhile, chilly is having the time of his life in kindergarten. and who wouldn't . it felt weird to be doing that again. it was incredibly boring to listen to the "this is what is going to happen" things. i guess by the time fussy's in kindy, we'll know everything we need to know about kindergarten. chilly's teacher seems nice. i just know he is going to be a handful. i feel pretty confident that this teacher will be able to handle it though.

it's been busy. between finally getting a vacation (our first family vacation that wasn't centered around a family reunion or big d's work) to starting school, to taking an interest in our family heritage....the kids have been so stinking busy. i will be happy for a routine again, but i am so sad that summer is gone for us.

happy birthday

to one of my very favorite-est bloggers/mofia ever. blackeyedsue. she is who i want to be when i grow up. better yet, she is probably one of the coolest people i ever met. and she has adorable kiddies. really cute kids that almost match up to my kids. if only i could work it out so her cute girls would marry my boys....back to the point, if you've got a minute, leave her a happy birthday note.

yellowstone

beach 2.0

on being mommy

being a mommy means that you get to see your kids doing things other people don't see. it means that while everyone else sees your kid as a handful, you can smile nicely, walk away, come home, and moments later catch this....

on reading....and being sick....

if you know me, you know i'm a follower. okay, wait. if you know me, you know that probably isn't true. if you don't know me, then why would you be reading this blog. i know, it's because i'm so dang interesting....

ah back to the point. i'm a person who really doesn't like to follow but ends up doing it anyway. i take my kids to disney movies. 'nuff said.

so when the whole vampire novel twilight thing came out, besides the fact that my niece totally introduced me to the books EONS before they got way popular. (when i actually stole them from her and read them...well, i wouldn't say i was hooked, because i wasn't, but i sort of was.) i felt like i was following the crowd. i totally decided i was never going to like them. i would pick them apart for every flaw (which they had many of) and protest the claim that they were going to bump mr. potter for the top spot on "gotta have it, best seller books". but this teensy tiny voice inside my head told me that i loved the books. that they were just so much fun. that the characters were so good. and that i'd probably totally be all over mangy dogs.

when the 4th novel came out this last weekend, i figured i'd give myself a couple of weeks before i even borrowed it. i could read it and give it back to my crazy niece. i'd know the end of the story and be happy. finished, the end. no problem, right?

i got a phone call early-ish on saturday morning. my sister (who is like the best librarian ever) totally put my name on the list for the hold list. and she totally did it in february, so i was close to the top ( i might have even been the top, like i was for harry potter...). i had conveniently got sick this past weekend too. it's like all my plans and the planets lined up nicely...don't you thing?

so not only have i been sick, i almost think i could have pneumonia here, i have been reading about if bella turns vampire, or who she chooses..aka team edward or jacob.

and now i know!

so i could spill it here for all you slow readers who actually had a life this weekend......






but i won't.




because the ending is that good.










or is it?







bwahahahahahahahahahah (done in my best impression of a romanian vampire)