Christmas 2008
The Kung Fu Carvers
Monday, April 21, 2008
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Friday, April 18, 2008
Heh
So while I was standing in the bathroom taking deep breaths and giving Lexy new toilet paper to soak up the blood, my phone blipped that I had a message. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and found this picture. My step-dad took this picture of my mom sitting at a coffee shop in Auburn. I said, "Papa sent a picture of Gramma." Lexy is still crying but she hiccups out, "Where." So I turn my phone around so she can see and she leans forward. She starts to really cry again. Sobbing, she says, "Is she looking at my lip?" "No, honey."
Baseball Rules!!!
Baseball season is upon us. Last year he was a Cardinal, this year he's with the Yankees. He loves playing baseball and has a really good time. They've played two games so far and both games they smoked the other team (they don't keep official scores in Farm League but they smoked none the less). On Thursday, he told daddy that he was going to dedicate his first hit to me for my birthday :) I had to chase Lexy down but came back to one of the coaches strapping him into his catchers gear. The coach told him, "That was a great hit buddy." I said, "You hit the ball?" He nodded. "Was that my birthday hit?" He looked confused for just a brief moment then his face lit up. "YEAH!"
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Thinking bout what she done
It's Thursday morning and we're getting ready to leave the house. With about 30 minutes until we leave, I look at Kiernan and I see that look that he gets when he doesn't feel good. I asked him, "Is your stomach hurting?" He nods quickly and gives me that pained look. "Do you feel like you're going to throw up?" He nods again then starts crying. Crying = the throwing up is coming. I rush him to the bathroom but nothing happens. The stomach cramps subside a little and he laid down on my bed. I'm working on getting Lexy's teeth brushed and Kiernan started crying again and clutching his stomach. Again, nothing. I put toothpaste on Lexy's toothbrush and asked her to start brushing. I went out into the living room, grabbed Kiernan's clothes off the couch then walked back to my bedroom and handed him his clothes. Maybe 1 minute of walking. What could happen in 1 minute? A whole heck of a lot!! I had just handed him his clothes when Lexy starts SCREAMING! I rush to the bathroom and she's *in* the sink with her hands over her mouth and shrieking. As I get right next to her I realize that blood is dripping from between her fingers. "What did you DO!?" I yelled hysterically and shaking. She didn't answer and just continued to cry. I tried to pull her fingers away but could only manage to pry her fingers back a little bit to see a long slice across her upper lip. I'm completely confused and panicing because she's bleeding a lot. It is then that I glance down and see Mike's disposable razor right below her elbow. "Were you using daddy's razor?!" She groaned, "Noooooooo." But that was it. If daddy can shave his face, why can't she? Note: Lips bleed a LOT! I took her to the doctor just to make sure she was going to be ok (in case he needed to put in a stitch) but he said it looked good and that lips, while they bleed a lot, they also heal very quickly and never get infected because all of the blood circulating. Kiernan was so mezmerized by the whole event that I think he forgot that his stomach had been hurting and it didn't hurt for the rest of the day.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Our little game
Lexy and I have a game we play in the morning as we drive into town. She says to me, "Mom I have a boyfriend." To which I say, "No, you don't." "Yes, I do!" "Well, what it his name?" If the boyfriend actually has a name, it's different every time (and not really a word known in the English language) or she doesn't know his name at all.
Sunday, April 06, 2008
Saturday, April 05, 2008
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
I am really tired of sick children
We had a fantastic time at mom's house for Easter. Kiernan had been complaining that his stomach hurt earlier in day and didn't eat dinner that afternoon. When we started getting ready for bed the stomach cramping began. Poor guy spent the entire evening on the floor bent over a bowl throwing up and crying. Every 1 1/2-2 hours he woke up crying with bad stomach cramps and throwing up. Mike took him to the doctor's the next day and he said, "Looks like stomach flu." He was already starting to feel better by the time they got home and when I got home from work he felt like himself. But then it was time to get ready for bed and the stomach cramps started again. And he spent last night crying and bent over a bowl. That's not stomach flu! So we're now exploring something called H. Pylori which is a bacteria that causes ulcers in your stomach (Mike gets it occasionally). It is more prevelent in the evening when the stomach is empty. Mike picked him up some Zantac 75 this morning. An 8 year old on ulcer medication--Sheesh! He's just now starting to feel kind of bad again but now the intense stomach cramping like the past few nights. So we sit and wait to see what happens next. I am soooo sleepy!
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
I'm officially grossed out
Late last fall, I had a really bad cold that lingered for quite awhile. There was a lot of pressure in my sinuses and it felt like my right eye would move when I went to blow my nose. It was really grossing me out so I went to my regular doctor and my eye doctor. The eye doctor gave me some antibiotic eye drops that really didn’t do anything. It’s come and gone throughout the year depending on if I’m stuffy or not yadda yadda. On occasion I’ve noticed that if I blow my nose hard enough there is a bubbling effect in my right eye. Eww! But now it’s official, I can now blow air through the corner of my right eye. ACK! I think that once I get over my disgust I’ll try and swallow some milk and see if I can get it to squirt through the passageway. I don’t know when that will be but I’ll keep you in the loop.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
Sunday, March 09, 2008
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Monday, March 03, 2008
Saturday, March 01, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Sick!
Mike and I are both sick The last time that happened I was pregnant with Kiernan We feel yucky
Monday, February 18, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
I'm people!
I told Lexy that I was so hungry I was going to eat her foot. "I'm people! I'm not for eating!"
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Gweepy!
Lexy's little voice came from the backseat this morning. "We hate monsters." "Yes, we hate monsters," I replied. "NO MOMMY! We hate Monster Twucks!" "Oh, Monster Trucks. Why do we hate Monster Trucks?" "Cuz they're gweepy." "Gweepy?" NO! "Sleepy?" NO!
Some time went by and finally it struck me. "Because they're creepy?"
YES!
Some time went by and finally it struck me. "Because they're creepy?"
YES!
Monday, February 11, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
I haven't done THAT in awhile
I fell asleep pretty early last night (10pm) and somewhere in the whole falling asleep process I must have set my alarm. It went off this morning at 6am and in the semi light I could sense that Mike was still in bed. Holy CRAP! He gets up before me!! What's he still doing in bed!? I hit my alarm and gently shook him. "Honey! You need to get up. You're usually gone by the time my alarm goes off." His head popped up and looked at his alarm. "Huh?" he said groggily. "Oh," I said, "It's Sunday huh." "yeeaah." SORRY!
Saturday, February 09, 2008
It has got to be over
We received a call that it was time to pick Kiernan up from "The Boy's" house. The message was that they "were done." So I put on my shoes and headed over to pick him up. "The Boy's" father walked Kiernan to the car and said, "Yeah, they were done." As soon as Kiernan got into the car he started bawling. He and "The Boy" had been playing an Army game and Kiernan had shot his character. "The Boy" was so mad that he started beating Kiernan up. "He" punched him the stomach (according to Kiernan a few times) and slapped his face before they were separated.
I can't do this anymore! I think a year is more than enough time to give that monster a chance. We tried it Mike's way for a year and you know what? It didn't work. Let someone else be his whipping boy.
I can't do this anymore! I think a year is more than enough time to give that monster a chance. We tried it Mike's way for a year and you know what? It didn't work. Let someone else be his whipping boy.
Friday, February 08, 2008
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Sunday, February 03, 2008
Super Bowl Sunday
So while we sit at our friends house watching Super Bowl there is a Search and Rescue team behind their house looking for Brianna Denison.
Saturday, February 02, 2008
8 year old boys
Are just about as bad as 8 year old girls.
"You only pick the video games you're good at!"
"You're trying to distract me by making that noise."
And after I told my son to stop
"If I have to stop then he needs to go home."
1...2...3...4..5...6...7...8...9.......10
"If I take him home then you spend the evening in your room."
And now they're fine.
"You only pick the video games you're good at!"
"You're trying to distract me by making that noise."
And after I told my son to stop
"If I have to stop then he needs to go home."
1...2...3...4..5...6...7...8...9.......10
"If I take him home then you spend the evening in your room."
And now they're fine.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Hints and Gardens
The other morning I woke up Lexy with a,"Good Morning Honey." She rolled over, smiled and said, "I really like your garden." I choked back a laugh and said, "Thanks honey!" This morning I woke up Kiernan. He's a bit tougher because he can't just be scooped up and carried downstairs. I have to pester him to get up. He was groaning, "Leave me alooooone." Finally he jumps up on his knees and yells at me, "Why can't you just give me the hints!!" I laughed and said, "What hints?" He looked at me blankly for a few seconds and finally shrugged his shoulders with that silly little grin of his.
So why did you ask?
I met this student through work here at the university. He fancies himself a writer and has had some poetry published (his book just went into a second run) as well as written some plays that (he says) have been performed in town. He's gay but the only reason I mention this is because he has some pretty cliche gay man mannerisms (including opening his mouth to speak but holding it open for a brief moment before he begins speaking). And he's pretty snobbish when he wants to be. Lordy, where is this going already!?
Last year he brought in his poetry book for the 3 of us in the front office to read. I can't stand poetry and especially the kind he had in his book. I told him, "Please don't take it personally but I just don't like poetry." He said, "But what did you think of it?" "I didn't like it becase (again) I don't like poetry. But I'm very happy for you." He did that open mouth deal as mentioned above but quickly closed it and just smiled. He was obviously pretty miffed and we didn't see him for awhile.
This past week he brought in two chapters from a teen mystery book he's been working on. Supposedly he's given it to a publisher who (he says) thinks it's so good they can hardly put it down. I thought HEY, this will be fun. Oh dear gods no. It was like grading a paper written by a 7th grader. When he gave me the two chapters (in its nice clear plastic cover) I asked him, "Can I write on it?" Sure! And tell me what you think of it. There was even a questionnaire at the front. It was *horrible*! It took me 4 hours to read because I was correcting so many errors and trying to figure out what he was even trying to say. His characters were very inconsistent and most of it didn't have a dang thing to do with his plot...I mean they wouldn't have had anything to do with his plot if THERE WAS ONE.
So I wrote copious notes all over it and when he came in I gave it to him. The questionnaire is on the very front and the first question was, "Did you like this story." I answered, "No, not in its current form." He looked up at me with shock on his face and barely squeaked out, "You didn't like it? Why?" Read my notes. Now mind you, I was at work and was trying to get a really important project done (and I told him this--you can ask me questions but I need to keep working on this while you stand there). Which was probably good because if I had been actually engaged in the conversation I would have been pretty pissed off. He said, "I didn't ask you to edit it. I have an editor for that. I wanted to know what you thought about the story." I said, "It is barely readable the way you currently have it written. It took me 4 hours to read through your chapters because most of it didn't make sense." So he stood in front of me fuming while he read my notes but as he did he made little comments like,
"Oh well that was explained in chapter 2 that's why it doesn't make sense."
"Well, that was a metaphor." "Then you need to let the reader know it was a metaphor."
The story revolves around the police in a small town but depending on the paragraph the cops went from nice, to snide to just plain mean back to nice. I made the comment, "No matter how small the town, even small town cops are not going to be openly mean to a teenage girl who's at the police station as part of an elite high school squad." "You don't think cops can be mean? You don't understand because you haven't read chapter blah blah blah."
All comments (many more than I've listed but you have better things to do I'm sure) were made with those little mannerisms I mentioned earlier. I know you know what I mean. The raised eyebrow and cocked head. The high shrill, "Whaaaaaat?" Obviously nothing I wrote (again, which took me 4 hours) or said was going to make him think his book wasn't wonderful. But what really made me mad was that he stood there and invalidated every comment or suggestion I made in front of me. Like my opinion really didn't matter or that I didn't know what I was talking about. If you can't take the criticism, why ask? GRRRRR Letitgo Letitgo Letitgo
And I hope he completely "shows me" and his book is published and sells a million trillion and he makes a trilogy out of it.
Last year he brought in his poetry book for the 3 of us in the front office to read. I can't stand poetry and especially the kind he had in his book. I told him, "Please don't take it personally but I just don't like poetry." He said, "But what did you think of it?" "I didn't like it becase (again) I don't like poetry. But I'm very happy for you." He did that open mouth deal as mentioned above but quickly closed it and just smiled. He was obviously pretty miffed and we didn't see him for awhile.
This past week he brought in two chapters from a teen mystery book he's been working on. Supposedly he's given it to a publisher who (he says) thinks it's so good they can hardly put it down. I thought HEY, this will be fun. Oh dear gods no. It was like grading a paper written by a 7th grader. When he gave me the two chapters (in its nice clear plastic cover) I asked him, "Can I write on it?" Sure! And tell me what you think of it. There was even a questionnaire at the front. It was *horrible*! It took me 4 hours to read because I was correcting so many errors and trying to figure out what he was even trying to say. His characters were very inconsistent and most of it didn't have a dang thing to do with his plot...I mean they wouldn't have had anything to do with his plot if THERE WAS ONE.
So I wrote copious notes all over it and when he came in I gave it to him. The questionnaire is on the very front and the first question was, "Did you like this story." I answered, "No, not in its current form." He looked up at me with shock on his face and barely squeaked out, "You didn't like it? Why?" Read my notes. Now mind you, I was at work and was trying to get a really important project done (and I told him this--you can ask me questions but I need to keep working on this while you stand there). Which was probably good because if I had been actually engaged in the conversation I would have been pretty pissed off. He said, "I didn't ask you to edit it. I have an editor for that. I wanted to know what you thought about the story." I said, "It is barely readable the way you currently have it written. It took me 4 hours to read through your chapters because most of it didn't make sense." So he stood in front of me fuming while he read my notes but as he did he made little comments like,
"Oh well that was explained in chapter 2 that's why it doesn't make sense."
"Well, that was a metaphor." "Then you need to let the reader know it was a metaphor."
The story revolves around the police in a small town but depending on the paragraph the cops went from nice, to snide to just plain mean back to nice. I made the comment, "No matter how small the town, even small town cops are not going to be openly mean to a teenage girl who's at the police station as part of an elite high school squad." "You don't think cops can be mean? You don't understand because you haven't read chapter blah blah blah."
All comments (many more than I've listed but you have better things to do I'm sure) were made with those little mannerisms I mentioned earlier. I know you know what I mean. The raised eyebrow and cocked head. The high shrill, "Whaaaaaat?" Obviously nothing I wrote (again, which took me 4 hours) or said was going to make him think his book wasn't wonderful. But what really made me mad was that he stood there and invalidated every comment or suggestion I made in front of me. Like my opinion really didn't matter or that I didn't know what I was talking about. If you can't take the criticism, why ask? GRRRRR Letitgo Letitgo Letitgo
And I hope he completely "shows me" and his book is published and sells a million trillion and he makes a trilogy out of it.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
"That is so a genius"
That is Lexy's new saying. Or if she doesn't like something, "That is so NOT a genius." We didn't go home the way she wanted to the other night. We started driving towards the house, "Turn around mommy, I want to go the other way." "No, we're almost home." Huff! "That is SO not a genius."
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Nice job there sister
I changed my socks several times to make sure my feet would be warm on this fine winter day Yeah I left without a jacket
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Nigh Nigh Time
How to get Lexy in bed without chasing her around the house first:
1) Have her brother take her play phone away.
2) Have her brother hide said phone under his body while he curls up on the couch
3) Have Lexy bite her brother in the back until he screams and starts crying
4) March her up to her bedroom and tell her to stay there and don't come out
Works like a charm! Mike went to check on her and she was asleep in her bed with the lights off. However, I don't suggest this for everyone.
1) Have her brother take her play phone away.
2) Have her brother hide said phone under his body while he curls up on the couch
3) Have Lexy bite her brother in the back until he screams and starts crying
4) March her up to her bedroom and tell her to stay there and don't come out
Works like a charm! Mike went to check on her and she was asleep in her bed with the lights off. However, I don't suggest this for everyone.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Halo Master
We're at our friend's house and Kiernan is whomping the big guys on "Halo." I was just informed that Kiernan doesn't get to play anymore. "Why?" I asked. "Because he keeps winning!!" I went to the game room to see what was going on and Kiernan (sitting on the floor) turned towards me and was grinning ear to ear.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Sowwy Daddy
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