Friday, August 29, 2008

Big Red Car

Tuesday brought a crazy day at our house. Crazy fun, that is! Thanks to J-Lo and Dubyah, we were able to get in to Six Flags (I almost wrote Sex Flags, how funny would that have been?) for free. It's nice to have friends with connections.

So the kids enjoyed Wiggles World with Dubyah while J-Lo and I did the big kid stuff. I love roller coasters. I really do.

I also love "Amusement Park People". You know the ones. Swimsuit under their too tight shirt, cottage cheese booty hanging out of their shorts, and white socks with unlaced black tennies. Yep. Classy. Here's G enjoying her popcorn while watching the "Wiggles-esqe" show. That job blows. I bet those dudes get major ladies. Not.

Mags on, and I quote, "the most beautiful horse ever". Yes. Yes it was.

And G getting her cowgirl on. Dang, that kid is funny. I just love her.

So we had fun. I had a funnel cake sundae, oh my heaven. The kids had churros for lunch, cause I'm a good mom like that, and I was 15 minutes late getting home and getting Emma off the bus. Again, cause I'm a good mom. Hey, she knows the garage code, and came right in and made herself a snack. She was cool with it. Hey, I was distracted by all the latest runway styles, okay?

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Give Away Time

Okay, 'member how I said I wasn't giving anything away for NieNie day?

I lied.

My awesome neighbor Kate makes these adorable bows for her boutique, Jellybeans Boutique Bows. We're talking AD.OR.AB.LE. And she has so kindly offered up YOUR CHOICE of 2 sets (that's 4 bows total, people!) to be auctioned off. You can click here to see all the available colors. All you have to do is the following:

In the comments section of this post, leave your bid amount. Let's do it in full dollar amounts 'mkay?

At the end of the day today, let's say 8:00PM Central Time (that would be 7:00PM for you, Meg, and 6:00PM for you, Jill), the final amount offered up will be given the bows!

Now, if you are the winner, you must pay the amount offered to the NieNie fund. The donation button is on my sidebar, so feel free to click it. After you donate your offered amount, send me the link to your receipt page, and I will send out your winning bows!

edit: Please see here if you would like to participate in another great giveaway auction for NieNie.

Head, Shoulders, Nie's and Toes

Today is NieNie Day. Poor NieNie. Many of you have heard about her story. If you haven't, you can click here. I don't know her personally, as is the case with most of the world, but I feel like I do, and I love her all the same.

There are several auctions going on around the web in her honor, but most of the goody goods can be found over at Design Mom, so head over there and let the bidding begin.

So I know you're wondering what I'll be auctioning off on her behalf.

A new car!

Do I have your attention now?

Let's be honest. I could auction off some piece of crap home made business that will probably fall apart in 2 days time, or I could just support all those that actually have talent and could use the exposure. So just head to DM and do your thang.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

What Shall I Do?

Look what I found today. Cute green, blue and pinky fabric. And what, you ask, will I be doing with this? You'll just have to wait and see.

But here's a hint.

I learned how to do a set -in elastic waist.
I love the internet. You can learn anything.

The Greatest Lake

We did something we've been wanting to do for a long time. On Saturday, after the kayak voyage, we loaded up the coolah, and headed over to slum it gangsta style in Zion on the beach of Lake Michigan. I'll be honest, it's a little scary over there. But that never stops us from having a great time. We were blessed with Kate and Pat's presence, and had some good laughs, mostly at their expense.

See that blue chair crumpled up on the ground back there? Yeah, Pat broke that one as he sat down. Oops. Now look more closely at Kate's perch. Yeah, she sat down and busted right through the fabric on that chair, too! Now if that had been me, I would have had the lowest self esteem moment of my life. Not that it would have been the first time I'd broken a chair, but that a whole nother post. But Kate, she just sat there and took the jokes. She's a trooper. A Super Trouper, maybe?

See that huge resort in the background? Doesn't that look like a nice place to spend the weekend? I don't think it's a place you'll be making a reservation at any time soon. It's a nuclear (nucular? GW Bush, anyone?) power plant. You'd think that would make the water a little warmer, no? No. Still freezing. I think the icebergs just melted last week, though.

Here's Maggie and her long lost twin, Madison. These two are soul sisters. They dress alike. They act alike. They're almost 2 years apart, but sometimes we can't tell them apart from afar.

And here's jungle Sean. As soon as he lied down, the kids were all over him. Notice Cayden (I fixed it, are you happy now?) head over heels over him. He thought that was pretty neat, and I think Sean liked the idea of having a boy to play with for a change. Don't get any ideas, that's not happening.

So aside from hanging in satellite Ensenada, and watching all the kids bathe in their Spiderman undies, and the freezing cold water and rocky shore, and biting flies and sand in every morsel of food, we had a pretty good time. Next time, no food items at all. Especially of the chocolate variety. Too sticky.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

What You've Been Waiting For

One of the benefits of having your customized road bike stolen out of your garage in the middle of the day is the fact that the insurance company is very kind, and gives you a big fat check. The other benefit is that you can choose if you want your butt to be sore after a ride, or your arms, neck, back, and abs to be sore after a paddle. I chose the latter. This is moi, paddling out on our lake. It was a gloomy, overcast day, with a brisk wind, and only in the 60's. Meg, you would have hated it. Me, I was in heaven. I paddled out to the island, around the other side, and back again. Only an hour voyage, but we had other things to do that day.
And here's what the kidlets did whilst I paddled away. Don't worry, I didn't just leave them alone on the beach. Obviously, since someone had to be there to take the pictures. Sean stayed on shore (he's not an agua lover) and made sand castles and rivers with the girls. Here you can see Gretta does not share his fear of the water.
And Emma showing off her Olympic debut. I remember doing this when I was a kid. We called them "cherry drops". Jill was always way better at them than I was. She was better at a lot of things than I was. Still is. Man, I miss you guys.

Anyhoo, I love the kayak. There is just something about being out on the water, nothing but me and the waves, the sound of the paddle slicing through the water, and knowing that I can be out there as long as my heart desires. Or until the kids are ready to leave.

Monday, August 25, 2008

This One's For You

I admit it. It's hard. It's hard blogging, and posting adorable pictures of my adorable kids. (I'm humble, what can I say.) It's hard knowing that my mom won't be on the other side of this blog to appreciate all the latest upgrades. She won't be there seeing Gretta's curls. Or the fact that she only has 3 teeth on the bottom.
She won't be there to see Maggie's big blue eyes, and strong lips. She won't be sitting in her office chair, taking a break from the latest phone call, or game of Free Cell, to take a look, and be transported to my world for just a few minutes through this blog.

It almost makes we want to stop blogging.

For some reason it just feels more empty now. Don't get me wrong, I blogged long before my mom ever even knew the internet existed for things other than porn. (Wait, that makes it sound like all she did was look at porn. She never looked at porn. She just thought only sickos used the internet, not good upstanding moms like us.) And before she read this blog, it made me feel more fulfilled just because I was keeping a journal for myself. But now, since she used to read and comment every day, I feel like I'm not even blogging for me anymore. I used to look so forward to the latest pic or story I would post, because I knew it would make her day. And maybe make her less mad at me for moving away. I guess I'm just in a blog funk. Bear with me.

I just know this picture would make her day. Little footprints down the driveway. And for anyone that knows my mom, knows how much she loved the poem "Footprints", so it's just perfect. So mom, this one's for you. I love you. And I miss you every day.

Again, sorry for the sad, lame-o post. Stay tuned later this week for some mad beach action, the Latin Festival, the Maiden Kayak Voyage, and the Aquarium. I know, you're on the edge of your seats.

Friday, August 22, 2008

Gettin' There

Alrighty. It's been a long, gluttonous summer. A diet of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups (mmm), and Diet Pepsi does not a flattering figure make. So it was off to exercise class again. It's the getting there that's the hard part. No, I don't have to scale large mountains, or cross large rivers. I don't even have to pull a handcart or walk, for that matter. I get to drive my comfy Vangina a total of 2 miles, to a nice air conditioned church cultural hall. But still, it's, um, harrrd.

But I made it.

And when we arrived, it seemed the door was locked. But there were kids in there! It took them a few minutes to realize there were no parents around. I guess the key-lady opened the door, the kids ran in, she reached back out to get her new baby, priorities!, and the door was closed. Oops. I saw it as a sign that we should go back to bed. Nobody else really did. Losers.

So we did a little jumping and kicking and stretching to a very cool mix of excellent 80's music. I love some of those songs, they bring back the best memories of sitting in my brothers room in the basement, it had carpeted walls!, and thinking I was da bomb because he was (is) so cool.

And then, on the way home (not really on the way, more like the total opposite way but whatever), I had to stop and get a $1 large Diet Coke. I mean, come on people, I can't just give it up cold turkey. Remember, I've tried that, and lasted approximately 2 hours. But here is proof that I can still stretch. Yes, that is my leg all the way up on the counter top. I guess the exercise thing isn't so bad. I just need the getting there part to be better.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Quick Splash

Yesterday I was an uber motivated mom. G woke up all sorts of pissed, which I don't really understand, seeing as she's sleeping with a cashmere blanket these days. Really, cashmere. I wouldn't leave my bed. Anyhoo, she was mad at the world, and ended up going right back down for a nap. Meanwhile, a neighbor kid came to play with Mags. This is wonderful because then I have more time to blog, play solitaire, and download music. Not that I neglect them or anything, but they just entertain eachother so well, they don't really need me. Unless we have a pee-your-pants incident, and then I'm so there with new undies and shorts.

Okay, on with it. Comcast had to make their seemingly bi-monthly visit to fix my internet. I know! While they were here, I swept and mopped the floors, chatted with Kate and Dubyah, and folded 2 loads of laundry! After that, G woke up, much better I might add, although I'm sure the big dose of Tylenol helped, and the kids were super sweaty and stinky. What's an uber motivated mom to do?

*Image totally jacked off the internet. Not my kids. But it really is the spray park. So sue me. I forgot my camera, okay?

Yep. Head to the Mundelein Spray Park! Thanks to Carli and Shylo for inviting me. Even though I was late, thanks again, Comcast, and missed Carli, I was able to sit and chat with Shylo and her adorable baby. He is seriously so dang cute. He cuddles with her, and has this cute curly hair, and I could go on and on. But I digress. The kidlets sprang into action straightaway. G was first in, with Mags and T dumping buckets of water over her head. She didn't mind though. Again, I'm crediting the Tylenol. So we played for an hour, then headed home. It was a nice break during the day, and wore the kids out just fine.

Although Emma was a little miffed that she didn't get to go, but them's the breaks when you have school.

Sorry about the lame-o post. I'll be better next time. Stop yelling at me.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Birthday Booty

No, it's not that kind of birthday booty, sicko's.

I was treated to a very very sweet necklace courtesy of Laura, and her renowned gift giving skills. This is a wish necklace, from Dogeared jewelry. Seriously, she knows all the newest, trendiest, funnest, most appropriate gifts to give. How cute is that? And I'm not talking about that mole, or "beauty mark", under my chins. I mean the necklace. Have you ever tried to take a picture of your neck? Not an easy task.

No, it' s not a pair of testicles dangling from a noose. Sorry. It's cherries. On a silk thread. You make a wish when you put it on, and when the thread breaks, your wish will come true. Hopefully the thread will break and those 40 pounds will come off before, say, Christmas? That would be awesome.

So thanks, BFF. You rule.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Can You Hear It?

What does this look like to you? Am I showing off my pedicure? Nope. Am I showing off the last remaining skinny part of my body? A little. But mostly I'm showing you my dance. Yes, as you may remember from last year, it's the annual "Back to School Shout for Joy, and Dance on the Table". Today is THE day.

I'm so glad to be back home, and getting into a routine. Early to bed, and all that jazz.

I'm also very, very sad. Yesterday we went school shopping. Nothing like leaving it to the very last minute, eh? Anyhoo, Maggie got these sweet light up Care Bears shoes. She loves them. My first thought in seeing her run so fast in her new shoes? Call Mom. Yep. And this morning after I dropped Emma off at school, I actually picked up my cell phone to call her. Do you think this will ever end? Part of me hopes so, and part of me hopes not.

Emma and her first day of school photo. The first one in front of our new house.

Also, dear reader(s), this new schedule brings me back to my (almost) daily postings. Thanks for the patience and support over the last few weeks of summer. I plan on returning with stories and hopefully more pictures than words.

Monday, August 11, 2008

It's Not What It Looks Like

I didn't poop my pants, I promise.
I really, really promise.

It's tar.
And it's adhered itself permanently to my ass.
And I was at the zoo with 6 kids.
Oh, and my awesome sister was there too, who laughed so hard, she nearly peed her pants, but then calmed down just long enough to take this awesome, self-esteem boosting picture of my butt.

Actually, the thing that really boosted my self-esteem was the size of the butt print left permanently embedded in the road near the Reptile House.

So if you're nearby, stop and take a looky look.

You can thank me later for the good laugh.

I also take cash and expensive jewelry.

Friday, August 8, 2008

Okay, Okay

All righty, dear reader(s), you've redeemed yourselves. I'm rather impressed that you would take my challenge and run (or drive) with it. Good job.

Moving on.

I missed a very important date on this here blog. I missed Emma's birthday! Well, I didn't miss it miss it, but I missed posting about it. It was on the 1st, and she is now a ripe old 9. I am honestly crazy surprised that I have a 9 year old. I mean to think I have kept a human being alive long enough to make it to 9 is shocking in itself, but then to look back at how fast it went, that's even more shocking. Seriously, wasn't I just changing her diaper, and then sending her to preschool, and then watching her ride the school bus for the first time? Yeah, I'm pretty sure that all happened yesterday.

For her birthday, she totally scored in the gift department. First of all, Sugar Daddy was here. That was a great treat for all of us. She also got "Rub-N-Color", which is pretty cool, and then there was the LPS VIP. You mom's all know what that is, right? And we gave her a $100 gift card to Kohl's, so she can pick out a new backpack for school, and also buy some useless crap that will be lost or broken in 3 days time. Sugar Daddy also has another big surprise for her when we get home. She'll just have to wait.

All in all, it was a great day. We went to the zoo the day before, but that is definitely going to be a whole nother post, considering I was the one who was marked for death after that trip.

Thursday, August 7, 2008


That's more of a statement than a question, for sure. I'm referring to my previous post. I was so excited to see what my dear reader(s) dream cars were, conjuring up images of fast sports cars and pimped out SUV's. I'm sad to report I got a total of 4 actual car responses.

So COME ON PEOPLE, use those thinking caps, or at least find out what your hubbies would want you driving around town.

Do you need a little inspiration? Okee dokee.

Meg says she needs a car for each day and each outfit, but she would take an Audi A4 convertible for Sunday drives. Good girl.

Kelli needs a blinged out wagon to haul her kids around in, and it must be very, very speedy. An Audi S4 Avant. Nice.

Heidi would take a cute little Itty Bitty BMW with which she can weave in and out of traffic. I concur.

And Laryl said a Mercedes SLK 230. I like specifics.

Would you like to know my list of must haves? Of course you do!
  • BMW 330ix Wagon.
  • Cadillac CTS-V.
  • Mercedes GL450.
  • Volvo XC70 Cross Country.
So there you go. Remember, we can use our imagination on this. We can pretend we have what it takes. It feels good to let go of reality for a minute, I promise. Although my grip on reality may last for more than just a minute, but that's a whole nother post.

*Edit:  Apparently I have a little comment reading disability.  It appears that Kalli and Stephanie also specified their car wants.  

Kalli would take a pimped out Range Rover.  Would it be red?  

And Stephanie's dream car is a Lexus IS350 with all the bells and whistles.  Goody goody.  

Sorry, gals.  

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Happy Day To Me

It's my birthday. Yay. I'm 32. Not old, not young. I'm officially middle aged. And if you consider the fact that my sweet mom didn't even make it to 60, I'm past middle aged. Does that give me permission to run out and buy a new sports car? Okay.

If you had enough money to buy what ever car you wanted, and could only pick one, what would it be?

Let's also consider you had enough money to pay the gas and insurance and other incidentals. That's just to get all you "realists" involved. Live a little.