Superbowl Party

The kids and I decided to have a bit of a superbowl party- just the family, a few bags of chips- We're actually going to put food on the coffee table! We don't watch football, usually- just a fun thing to do.

To get out of cooking dinner, I figured we'd snack on some pigs in a blanket too- plus it works for football- Pigs... footballs are made of pigskin- or so the story goes. So I tell the kids.

Lemonade, chips and dip, pigs in a blanket- because footballs are made of pigskin- The kids are excited, a party- whoo hooo!

Gus is telling Käri all about it this morning and what we're going to eat.

Käri asks "pigs in a blanket, huh- why's that"

Gus "cuz you know...all football players are pigs- mama said".


Nice...

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Story People

"I don't want another opportunity to learn & grow, she said. I just want to eat crackers & watch Oprah & pet my cat."

Some days are just like that- no room for anything more.

I don't actually watch Oprah- and my cat is mostly outdoors, and prefers solace to people- so while it doesn't actually apply to my real life, it is totally applicable.

Go visit Story People- great art, great artist! I like to think we discovered him before he got famous- but I'm not really sure about that. We have one of his sculptures that was bought many years ago...

I wasn't paid or anything to post this (puhlease!)- I just love his stuff.

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Redemption Song

I found this on facebook... I thought mine turned out pretty funny!

What does your music library say about you?
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1. Put Your iTunes on Shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. You must write down the name of the song no matter how silly it sounds!
4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.
5. Tag at least 10 friends
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What do your friends think of you?
Two People Fell in Love {really?}
Brad Paisley

If someone says, “Is this okay?” You say?
Cowboy Take Me Away{sometimes}
Dixie Chicks

How would you describe yourself?
Evergreen {I suppose this is better than decidous}
Barbara Striesand

What do you like in a guy/girl?
Lubbock or Leave It
Dixie Chicks

How do you feel today?
Baby Hold On
Dixie Chicks

What is your life’s purpose?
Ghost {Okay this is just freaky.}
Indigo Girls

What is your motto?
Devil Went Down To Georgia {I'm always the devil.., it's true!}
Tritt and Cash

What do you think about very often?
If You Want To
Melissa Etheridge

What do you think of your best friend?
Mahna Mahna
The Muppets

What do you think of the person you like?
Father Figure {laughing..}
George Michael

What is your life story?
Moon River
Frank Sinatra

What do you want to be when you grow up?
Some Enchanted Evening {Perhaps refer to the singer instead of the song title.}
Rosemary Clooney

What do you think of when you see the person you like/love?
These Boots Are Made For Walking {Forward, backward...?}
Indigo Girls

What will you dance to at your wedding?
Happy Home {Not sure of the lyrics, but seems appropriate to me.}
Antigone Rising

What will they play at your funeral?
Low { Okay... why not?}
Flo Rida

What is your hobby/interest?
Like A Virgin {Laughing...}
Madonna

What is your biggest fear?
The Long Way Home
Norah Jones

What is your biggest secret?
I Need A Lover {Eh, who doesn't? No strings attached? Just sex whenever you want it...?}
John Cougar Mellancamp

What do you think of your friends?
Turn Me On {Not really, sheesh!}
Norah Jones

What will you post this as?
Redemption Song {I'd have to say I prefer Bob Marley's version}
Indigo Girls

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2 Randoms

You know what's terrifying?



The idea that I could be killed in a car accident, or some other sudden accident, and have no idea what happens next.






Why do young children undress every doll or stuffed animal they have?

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this evening

nostalgic, melancholy

in love, lucky

in debt, with a roof over my head

food on the table, noise

laughter, discipline

yelling, hugs

kids

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Casual Conversation

Mia- Well, mama, what if aliens landed here now and they were bad guys and they wanted us to be aliens too, what would you do?

Me- I'd say Hello.

Mia- Mama...?? But if they were bad guys...???? Could they really come? Could they breathe our air?

Me- How do you know I'm not an alien? Maybe the aliens came down and took your mama away and I'm just an alien who looks like your mama? maybe you are an alien...???

Mia- ...they take my real mom...?

Me- what, what do you mean your real mom?

Mia- you know, ________.

Me- Uh, no she's not your real mom, Mia, she's not your real mom, she's your birth mom- that doesn't make her your real mom. What am I your fake mom?

Mia- But she's my real mom.

Me- She gave you life, she gave birth to you. That doesn't make her your real mom. Mommy and I were the ones that took care of you, took you to the doctor, feed you, clothe you, love you- we're the moms you get mad at, the moms who are proud of you, who give you consequences and try to help you make good choices- we are your mom's.

Mia- But she ate those drugs and then she couldn't take care of me and do all those things 'cuz the drugs made her brain all mixed up and she didn't make good choices.

Me- Yes...and she made the choice to take the drugs, no one made her take them.

Mia- Ohhhhhh...





While I'm pruning the rose bushes... very casual and frivolous.

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Too Nice??

Maybe I'm too fucking nice!

How's that for the opening statement after a long hiatus? I was planning a statement about how nice and relaxing the winter break was (notice how I don't say Christmas break- very p.c. of me- I get credit for that- although, maybe it's just another example of being too fucking nice...)

So I'm at the store with two 2 year olds, the baby in a sling, my hands full with a bag and a bottle of water, we go to leave and I am closely followed by a slender woman dressed in a slinky dress, heels, full make up, picking up an order - I assume for workmates. I reach the door and usher the two year olds through, she's called back to the register for her receipt, I pause at the door holding it open for her, remaining there even though she has to make a u-turn to get back to me- she has her hands full and it's also the polite thing to do, right, courteous? I keep an eye on the girls, just outside the door- She approaches the door, doesn't even glance at me as I stand there holding the door a smile on my face, while I wait for the eye contact, the nod and the "thanks" as she cruises through the door- not a look at me! She lifts her sunglasses to her face, peering out to the parking lot as she searches for her car, and that's it.

Not a glance in my direction. Truly, I am speechless.

I often will say "you're welcome" to folks as they pass through- not this time. I'm just speechless. Are my expectations for a nod, an acknowledgment, a thanks, too much? She's a well dressed working woman, slender, pretty... is it that I'm a slouchy stay at home mom, short hair, jeans, babies... Or is she just a bitch? Perhaps she was having a bad day- barely making it through- Maybe she had just received news that her favorite great uncle had just died... Whatever???

Then, I leave the store and make my way to school driving down the the thoroughfair part highway, part street. I see a woman on the corner- it's cold out, she attempts to step off the sidewalk, then retreats- she's waiting to cross... As I approach, I stop to allow her to cross the street. Cars to my left continue to come barreling down the road, not stopping. I shake my head eye the traffic, she shakes her head back and forth as well. I assume she's as frustrated as I am at the lack of consideration, lack of attention to the law, that states pedestrians have the right of way. The traffic finally slows I gesture to her that it's clear. She looks at me, I smile and wave again- She screams "WHATTHE FUCK ARE YOU DOING LADY, I DON'T NEED YOUR GODAMN HELP TO CROSS THE STREET!"


Next time I'll just run her down....



I just looked at my last post- guess I need to focus a bit of energy on the positive, eh?

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