Karma Chameleon

Yesterday the sun was shining but the wind was bitter cold.  When I got the kids from school I almost froze to death.  Because I had to park a block away I made everyone run to the car.  The spontaneous jog felt good. "I need to do this more often" I thought. "I hope I'm not going too fast for Kitty" I worried.

As we climbed into the car and caught our breath Kitty said, "I'll bet that was the first time you've ever run. I mean, besides when you go to aerobics."

As sad as that made me, I couldn't feel too bad.  You see, when I was just a little older than Kitty, I made a comment that has haunted me to this day:  "I didn't know you could run," I told my dad after I watched him play softball.

Do I believe in karma? Did Boy George wear lipstick?

Chia seeds, bed bugs and bullies

Following the latest nutrition trend, I bought me some Chia seeds.  They are supposed to be good for more than just harvesting your own batch of tacky decor.  I put them in my smoothie-- my green smoothie. The seeds grow a membrane when wet and they get slimy.  I was picking Chia seeds out of my teeth and washing them out of my sink all day. Beth said they look like bed bugs. I would like to suggest that not only do they look like bed bugs, but like bed bugs they are impossible to get rid of, they are full of protein, and don't taste all that good. I keep trying them and have come to the conclusion that they suck.

After two suspensions, two days in the Principal's office, and a bout with a pretty bad virus (all within the past two weeks), John has once again landed on the school attendance "watch list". I don't know what this means except you get a phone call and a semi-threatening letter.  What am I supposed to do? Send my contagious son to school to lash out both verbally and physically so you can suspend him again? It's a vicious cycle and I've toyed with the idea of updating the Bully Blog... but that takes time and effort. Time and effort I should be spending teaching my son not to draw pictures of cutting off the substitute teacher's head (he's so creative).

I've also been thinking about adding a new pin board on pinterest called "The stupidest pins I've ever seen" but then I might offend some people and give others the wrong idea about me because as much as I hate to admit it, I care what people think (kind of).

Kitty designed her own 100th day shirt, made with 100 bells. She actually likes school, go figure.

Snidely Whiplash

John likes to Google.  He likes to find cool pictures and use them as his profile for his school class chatroom.  He's found all kinds of cool giant squid pictures, don't ask me why, but he likes freakish sea creatures. 

We have a rule that no one Googles anything without permission. But rules get broken (by John).

Today I noticed a website saved on my desktop.  I clicked it to find this picture of a "bad guy" connected to a blog written by a self-described Single Manhatten Homo. I was a little concerned about the content of the blog because there was a liberal amount of swearing, but knowing my son, I am pretty sure he was only after the picture (right?). 



I decided to post this picture of Snidely Whiplash* (the "bad guy" who brought all this about) so if John Googles it again, maybe he will be directed to my blog instead.



But here's my true confession.  Maybe it was the sparkling, glittery header, the witty descriptions, or the alternative lifestyle, but the Single Manhatten Homo pulled me in.  I paged through a few posts and decided that, despite the language barrier, Single Manhatten Homo was pretty funny and entertaining. He described his latest break-up. It is so hard to be friends after you break-up, we've all been there, you just can't do it.  I could relate to his critique of Los Angeles. I was as suprised as he was when his "very Asian" friend from New York showed up at a restaurant in San Fransico. I liked that he called his group of friends "the divas".  He likes to tan, I like to be tan.


The End.


*Only someone like Jared would actually know this cartoon villian's name.  Bonus points if you know which cartoon he's from.

Snow day love

I love snow days. Especially when they fall on Fridays. Woo hoo, bring on the long weekend.
I love that it took me the entire day to clean the kitchen, and that it's still not finished. 
I love getting everyone dressed in snow gear just to have them come back in 10 minutes later.
I love that I made lunch at least three times and by the time I finished the last request it was time to start on dinner.
I love the pent-up-energy-furniture-jumping and spontaneous doll drop-kicks.
The constant fighting, sarcasm, screaming, and random mouth noises are music to my ears.
I love that our dish can't hold a signal in the rain, let alone 18 inches of snow.
I love that a game of Yahtzee turned into a full blown temper tantrum (mine).
I love that Jared shoveled and you can't even tell.

I took a Just Dance 3 break and that may be the highlight of the day. It was the highlight of Chickie's day too, she laughed at me the whole time.

And Jared wonders why when John and Kitty went to bed with their pj's inside out and a spoon under their pillows (a sure-fire trick to summon a snow day), I made certain my pj's were nowhere near inside out and all the silverware was accounted for.

Seven Months

I guess I could document that Chickie is now sitting, rolling, eating all kinds of foods, and she still likes me for the most part. We have just made the full transition to her crib and so we haven't been sleeping well...

Smoothie update

I halfway jumped on the green smoothie bandwagon this week.  Do people really drink these things forever, because, you know, it's a "lifestyle"?  I like how all the diets these days are not "diets" but "lifestyles".

I'll tell you how long I can hold on to the bandwagon-- one week. Today I let go. I lost it and gave up on the whole healthy thing. I ate some cookies, a handful of M&Ms, a double cheeseburger from Freddies, five pounds of fries, a quesadilla, guacomole, and three gallons of diet Dr. Pepper. I feel fantastic. My pants  finally fit like they did a mere two weeks ago.

Some friends and I decided that we're going to start a new blog called: Chew on This: The Fat Girls' Guide to Eating Out.  I don't want to give too much away, fat girl blogs are hot right now and we want to capitalize on our strengths, but here's a teaser-- hot fudge, hot tamales, and belly dancing.  It's a lifestyle.

Albuquerque fun

We met family in Albuquerque to celebrate Bompa's 90th birthday. We had lots of fun, I wish I would have taken better pictures... oh well.

Bunny ears all around

Dr. Tommy's Rayban ad looks a little like my facebook profile pic

Who needs a baby bjorn when you have a jacket?





On the mesa top at Petroglyph Nat'l Monument




He doesn't feel a day over 90

 

Kitty helped serve the yummy cake

The peanut gallery