Seriously?

How can it possibly be that I am sitting her, snotty, stuffed up and MISERABLE yet again. I just finished my last antibiotic today. I started all of this mess around April 8th. I got the 1st round of antibiotics on 4/10. After a few days those weren't cutting it and I gave in and went to the doctor. New meds...felt better. Now, NOT SO MUCH! I am really tired of it. Too much to do, too many people who need me to take care of them, zero time to be sick myself.

Sniff, sniff...off for more meds and bed.

The REAL Three Bears

I got this in an email today. My sister and I think it's hysterical, so I thought I'd share:

Baby Bear goes downstairs and sits in his small chair at the
table, He looks into his small bowl. It's empty. "Who's been
eating my porridge?!!" he squeaks.

Papa Bear arrives at the table and sits in his big chair. He
looks into his big bowl, and it's also empty. "Who's been
eating my Porridge?!!" He roars.

Momma Bear puts her head through the serving hatch from the
kitchen And yells, "How many times do we have to go through
this with you idiots? It was Momma Bear who got up first, it
was Momma Bear who woke everyone in the house, it was Momma
Bear who made the coffee, it was Momma Bear who unloaded the
dish washer from last night, and put everything away, it was
Momma Bear who went out in the cold early morning air to
fetch the newspaper, it was Momma Bear who set the damn table,
it was Momma Bear who put the friggin cat out, cleaned the
litter box, and filled the cat's water and food dish, and,
now that you've decided to drag your sorry bear-asses
downstairs, and grace Momma Bear's kitchen with your grumpy
presence, listen good, cause I'm only going to say this one
more time :
"I HAVEN'T MADE THE F@*{!#% PORRIDGE YET !!

Spiders

Do you think if you suck a spider up in a cannister vacuum it dies? Man I hope so! Today while supervising lunch and getting some dinner preparations done I notice something moving on the ceiling above me. Oh yikes, a spider! Drat! It was in one of those spots that if I could have made contact with it, it would have undoubtedly fallen on me. NO THANK YOU! So I did what any spider fearing person does, with there is no spider slayer standing at the ready. I stunned it with some lime flavored Windex and ran to get my cannister vacuum. It was still in the same spot (good job lime Windex!) and sucked it up. I am hoping that the force of the vacuumed pulled it's legs off or killed it some way. That's what I'm telling myself anyway. I piled some more dirt and grime from the kitchen floor on top of it, just in case. It's probably nibbling on the numerous crumbs in there, growing stronger and planning to come out and avenge it's shining/vacuuming.

Oh well, it can thank me later for the lovely sheen it now has, along with the lovely fresh lime scent.

Aging

My sister in law turns 50 today. (Happy Birthday Cathy!) Kori and I were talking about her upcoming birthday on Saturday. Here was our conversation:

Kori: How old is Aunt Cathy going to be?
Me: 50.

Kori: Wow! That's pretty old.
Me: I guess so.

Kori: Whoa, she's going to be a grandma soon huh?
Me: Oh man, I hope not.

I relayed this story to Cathy, she didn't find as much humor in it as I did. Wonder why????

ARGH!

Life is hard sometimes. I go through spells where I feel way underappreciated and get tired of being the family doormat. Tired of people wiping their feet on me without so much as a thank you for the things I do. That is where I am right now.

I am also sick to death of my husband being on nights. It will be three years on May 26, 2008. I am over it, have been over it a while ago, and get more and more over it every single day.

God wanted to drive this point home to me on Saturday night. Kori's bathroom tub faucet was dripping and disturbing me while I was trying to read her her bedtime story. I went in to check it and make sure the handle was turned all the way off. I pushed on it and felt something give and now we went from a trickle to water pouring out of the faucet. It was hot water too. Great! I called Jason at work and asked if there was a way to turn off the water to Kori's bathroom only. Nope. Great! So I hurry up and go and take a shower before I have to shut off the water to the house. I wouldn't have worried about it except I had a severe case of "skunk butt" as I had worked out and I definitely needed that shower. Remember I said Kori's water coming out was hot. About 1/4 of the way through my shower my water began to cool off. Great! By the time it came time to rinse my hair it was freezing cold.

I called Jason back and told him that he was going to have to come home and fix it. His response was "Uh, I can't." My response was "WHY NOT?!?!?" His response, "I'm tied up on a shooting scene and I don't know when I'll be able to get away." Great! I knew my dad couldn't come as he still isn't 100% from breaking his femur, not to mention my mom, who is their driver now, CANNOT drive at night. So I had to break down and call my brother-in-law. Mind you it's midnight now. I felt like a turd, but desperate means call for desperate measures at times. Thankfully they had been out on a date and weren't in bed yet. I got the handle off and he got it turned off with a wrench when we got here. Crisis diverted for now. I called Jason back and told him he didn't have to come home after he got done that things were calm for now.

How come things never happen during the day when he's most likely to be home? Even if he would be sleeping. I am tired of having the after dinner/bath/bedtime routine every night alone. I'm tired of dealing with sick kiddos alone at night. I'm tired of having to deal with broken house stuff at night alone. I'm sick of sleeping alone. I'm sick of the responsibility of 4 little people at night alone. I'm just sick of nights, period.

Okay, I'm done whining about that for now. I haven't whined about it in a while, perhaps that will get it out of my system for a bit now. Back to my motherly duties.

Jiggly

Kori told me tonight that her tummy felt "jiggly inside". Upon questioning her further to determine exactly what she meant by that (wanted to make sure I didn't need the "chuck bucket" on the ready in case jiggly meant about to barf). Thankfully it did NOT. Tomorrow is "Take Your Kid To Work Day" and she is going to work with my sister Becky, who is also taking my 15-year old nephew to work with her too. I think she has some cheap child labor in mind for keeping the two of them busy.

I am taking Kori in the morning and will pick her up after lunch. I figure if she stays all day she'll surely drive someone crazy. After too long she'll get bored.

At any rate the jiggliness in her tummy was due to the excitement she was feeling over getting to go to work with Aunt Becky tomorrow.

When this came up in conversation several weeks ago I told her she could always just stay home with me all day and do what I do. What did my sweet child think of that idea? I got a quick and unequivocal "uh no thanks Mom!" Oh, isn't she sweet!

I asked her today in the car after I picked her up if "B's" breath was any better today. She informed me that it indeed was a little better. I replied that was good and that maybe he had brushed his teeth a little better this morning before school. Her reply, "Nope, his teeth were still way brown". The kid can be brutally honest. At least she is kind to others to their face. We talk about these type of things when we're alone. She knows that maybe some people don't have the same ideas about things that we do. Maybe "B's" mom isn't a complete freak about oral hygiene like Kori's is.

Moved

Kori informed me yesterday when we got in the car after school that she is now in a new seat at school. She said her and "S" (a little girl in her class) switched places. I asked her why and she said "Because Ms. Phillips told us too Mom". Oh yes, right, right sorry for my ignorance.

She then informs me in a not so happy voice, "Now I sit next to "B" (a boy) which is NOT okay with me".

Here is the rest of our conversation:

Me: Why?
Kori: BECAUSE!!!

Me: Uh, because why?
K: His teeth stink.

Me: Uh, hmmmm...
K: Come on mom, when he yawns his breath is DISGUSTING! His parents do NOT do a good job checking to make sure he's brushing good. When he yawns, I gag, literally.

Me: Oh, yuck.
K: Can I get a word yes! (Thanks for that phrase Aunt Becky).

So now my daughter is sad that she has to sit next to the boy with "stinky teeth". Oh to be 6 and have those predicaments.

Embarassed

Not me, thank goodness. I made one of my late night trips to Walmart tonight. I was super thrilled that I was the next up in line to go after the young man in front of me.

Uh oh, we have a problem. Seems there is something up with his card. It has money in it but something is wrong with it, I didn't hear what. So they have to do all this fancy stuff, which is taking up quite a bit of time. The kid looks SUPER EMBARASSED. Oh wait, then I saw why. He had a box of condoms. That was it, his only purchase, a box of condoms. Oh my stars, I would die, right there. It's bad enough I guess to have to buy them, and only them, (it would make it look worse if you tried to buy a candy bar or something so as to try and distract from the fact that you are really there to buy said condoms). Even worse, your card decides at that minute to embarass you immensely.

His ears were BRIGHT red as he walked off with his purchase. Poor kid. Oh well, I guess the most important thing is he bought them anyway. His mother would be proud, okay, well not proud, but this option is better than a lot of others.

Is It Just Me?

I have the strangest encounters with people on the rare occasion I am out in public.

On Wednesday it was Kori's school night at our local Ci-Ci's pizza so off we went. Afterwards I remembered we needed milk so I ran in next door to the pizza joint to get some. I am standing in line waiting for the checker to grace us with her presence. I was thumbing through a magazine when I hear the tell tale signs of "tsk tsk". I look up and there is an older lady in front of me making this noise, while looking at me. She is also shaking her head, you know like shame shame. I just look at her and she says, "You know, you should really be more careful." I reply with a nice "excuse me?" She then informs me that "People like you with fair skin need to have sun screen on ALL the time. It's too risky to take chances." I'm confused and I say "Huh?" To which I get "You got too much sun today." I was shocked, I hadn't been outside, unless you count getting in my car in the garage and getting out to walk in to the pizza place. I assured her that she was mistake that I hadn't been outside and she said "Well your sunburned". No, no I wasn't, not even the littlest bit.

I decided not to get into a verbal disagreement about it with her. I am an almost 10-year melanoma survivor, I wear sunscreen when I'm out. I put it on my kiddos religiously! Sometimes I wish people would mind their own business.

Sinus Infections

Are for the birds! I have been on antibiotics for well over a week now. Wednesday night I started feeling even more crappy that I previously had been. I was feverish, aching and my throat was sooooo sore. Thursday wasn't much better. As a mom though, or at least for me, there are no such thing as sick days so I kept on. It was rough, but I survived.

Finally on Friday I gave in and made an appointment. Seems the slooooooow acting Cephalexin wasn't cutting the mustard so we moved on to Levaquin to conquer the throat infection, fluid in my ears and still hanging on sinus infection. After only one pill I am feeling human again! Hooray! My tonsils no longer feel like they are going to fall and my face isn't as puffy and swollen looking. Throw in some sunshine and warmer weather today...things are looking up!

A Tread mill and a Swingset

We are the proud new owners of both. I've been wanting a tread mill for a while and Kori has been wanting a swing set so we're both very happy right now.

We didn't get one of those expensive wooden swing sets because we will probably be moving in a year or two and I didn't want to feel obligated to try and move the darn thing. I invested in a large metal one, that Kori is super excited to have, and I will feel less attached to leave it behind, find a new owner, or set it in front of my house with a "free" sign on it if/when we move. The girls will have a ball playing in the back yard. I will enjoy it too because I won't hav to worry about them running in the street. If our yard was only a bit more flat. Oh well, we'll work with what we have. I will have to make sure the little girls don't take to rolling down the hill. The great thing about our yard is that after about noon or 1pm the sun is gone from there. I won't have to slather the SPF on the kiddos when they are out there which will be nice. Not to mention the pool will be set up so surely there will be enough to do to keep EVERYONE happy. Right? Well, a mom can dream anyway.

Gas

Yesterday while we were going to pick up Kori's prescription for her eye drops she was lamenting over the fact that she's never had the chance to take a trip to the Sun. I told her that the Sun was way to hot to visit. (Not that we'd ever have the money to be able to afford a trip to the Sun). Reflecting back on all my Science lessons over the years I inform her that the Sun is a gigantic ball of gas. What does my beautiful child say to this? "You mean gas, like the kind when you fart?" Uh no, not exactly.

Oh my! I wasn't sure where to go from there so I quickly pointed out all of the cows grazing in the field that we were driving by. Whew, weirdness diverted!

Target

Kori and I ran some errands this past Saturday. The girls were down for a nap, closely supervised of course by daddy who was performing specific testing as to the comfort of our couch cushions and their direct correlation with them causing his eyelids to close. Oh who am I kidding, he was napping too.

Kori and I took off, list in hand, to tackle some things I needed to get done. First stop, Target. I was looking for something totally unrelated when I stumbled upon the childrens clothing section. How DID that happen? Well my girls were in DESPERATE need of summer clothes and Target was more than prepared to help me out. Variety of sizes, good choice of items, woo hoo! Life is good. So I stock up, the girls got about 10 new shirts, and 7 or so pairs of shorts. I got Kori some new shoes and of course I couldn't leave her out, so she got some new shirts and shorts too. Oh shopping can be liberating! I had this money put away for just this purpose so it worked out great!

We finish up our shopping in there and head for the checkout. Woo hoo, no lines! I think just about every available line was open. I put all my stuff on the conveyor belt and we're off! I should add that I had all my tags, UPC bar code facing out, so that the checker only had to flop them on the scanner and bag them. It was going swimmingly when a very large (no offense to larger people, I'm not small myself), VERY rude man sees fit to put his big ol' ape hands on my cart. First let me explain I'm not one that enjoys having my personal space invaded. He exclaims, while still holding on to my cart "Whoa, look at all that stuff". Kori notices his comment right off and looks at me. I just smile and her. Then he starts grumbling over and over about how much stuff I have, how it sucks that he's in line behind me, blah blah blah, on and on. I finally turn around and point out to him and his equally as large and as rude wife and say as nicely as I can, "there are PLENTY of other lines open and available if you'd rather not wait." Nope they don't move. It goes on and on and I'm getting more and more annoyed. Trying to go over my conversation in my head that I will have with Jason when I call him from jail after my arrest for punching large rude man in face.

I finally cannot take it anymore and I say to Kori "Kori, this is exactly why I work so hard to teach you manners and respect so that when you grow up you don't act like the two people behind us". My child so sweetly smiled and said "Thanks mommy, you do a good job." Thankfully we're done and with my purchases loaded in my cart I'm off, annoyed, but thrilled with the amount of stuff I got for such a great price!

I was just amazed at how rude these two people were! WHY was it ANY of their business how much stuff I had??? They weren't paying for it. Not to mention they had a cart full of purchases too. I hope someone behind them heckled them the whole time they were checking.

Oh well, after recharging with a soda and potty break at a nearby convenience store we were off to conquer more errands. We had a GREAT day and we definitely needed some one on one time together. It was fun!

I Am Waving My...

White flag of surrender! I give up and give in! I am still sick. I am on antibiotics but am still feeling like crap! I need to feel better. I have things I need to get done. I am tired of being sick.

The girls are still coughing/sneezing/snotting. Tired of wiping noses...so tired! KLEENEX is loving me...we're giving their business LOTS of money as of late!

Kori has a sore throat again. Tonight she said her eye was burning. It was slightly reddish when I took a looksy. Like maybe there was something in it. Further investigation revealed there was indeed something in it...GOOP! The kind that indicates pink eye might be involved. GREAT! I have some slightly expired eye drops. Do I risk it or not? I mean only by a few days. I cleaned it real good before bed with a warm wash cloth. Checked an hour later...more goop....LOTS OF IT! I should probably start one of those countdown calendars to count down how long it will be before the little ones get it. Not to mention Mallory as they were over tonight for a bit. (I have forewarned Becky -- sorry Becky) We might be even now as we think we got it from her in Nov. 2006. All four girls got it. It's no fun!

So if you see us, we're the ones with snotty red noses, hacking coughs and now goopy red eyes.

I GIVE UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank You

I got this in an email today and it totally made me crack up! Enjoy!

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I just want to thank all of you for your educational emails over the past year.

Thanks to you, I no longer open a public bathroom door without using a paper towel.

I can't use the remote in a hotel room because I don't know what the last person was doing while flipping through the adult movie channels.

I can't sit down on the hotel bedspread because I can only imagine what has happened on it since it was last washed.

I have trouble shaking hands with someone who has been driving because the number one pass-time while driving alone is picking your nose. (Although cell phone usage may be taking the number one spot)

Eating a Little Debbie sends me on a guilt trip because I can only imagine how many gallons of trans fats I have consumed over the years.

I can't touch any woman's purse for fear she has placed it on the floor of a public bathroom. Yuck!

I must send my special thanks to whoever sent me the one about poop in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet sponge with every envelope that needs sealing.

Also, now I have to scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason.

I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl (Penny Brown) who is about to die in the hospital for the 1,387,258th time.

I no longer have any money at all, but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Bill Gates/Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program.

I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me, and St. Theresa's novena has granted my every wish.

I no longer eat KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers.

I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day.

Thanks to you, I have learned that my prayers only get answered if I forward an email to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes.

Because of your concern I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains.


I no longer can buy gasoline without taking someone along to watch the car so a serial killer won't crawl in my back seat when I'm pumping gas.

I no longer drink Pepsi or Dr. Pepper since the people who make these products are atheists who refuse to put 'Under God' on their cans.

I no longer use Saran wrap in the microwave because it causes cancer.

And thanks for letting me know I can't boil a cup of water in the microwave anymore because it wi ll blow up in my face...disfiguring me for life.

I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS.

I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.

I no longer receive packages from UPS or FedEx since they are actually Al Qaeda in disguise.

I no longer shop at Target since they are French and don't support our American troops or the Salvation Army.

I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica , Uganda , Singapore and Uzbekistan .

I no longer buy expensive cookies from Neiman Marcus since I now have their recipe.

Thanks to you, I can't use anyone's toilet but mine because a big brown African spider is lurking under the seat to cause me instant death when it bites my butt.

And thanks to your great advice, I can't ever pick up $5.00 dropped in the parking lot because it probably was placed there by a sex molester waiting underneath my car to grab my leg.

I can no longer drive my car because I can't buy gas from certain gas companies!

If you don't send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 PM this afternoon and the fleas from 12 camels will infest your back, causing you to grow a hairy hump. I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbor's ex-mother-in-law's second husband's cousin's beautician...

Have a wonderful day....

Oh, by the way.....

A German scientist from Argentina , after a lengthy study, has discovered
that people with insufficient brain activity read their e-mail with their hand on the mouse.

Don't bother taking it off now, it's too late.

Pizza, Ice Cream and The Mall

Not necessarily in that order. I was still feeling snarfy, stuffy and cruddy today. Nothing tastes good to me, heck things hardly taste at all to me. Jason had mercy on me and when he got home from off-duty we loaded up and headed out to eat. We went to a local pizza place at the mall close to us. They have the GREATEST salad ever there! I love, love, love it! Of course that's what I had. All four of the girls were on their best behavior, which is always a bonus!

Our mall is nearly deserted. It went down hill after an open air type upscale shopping center opened up on the other side of the northland here. There's only a few stores left. We decided it would be PERFECT to let the girls burn off some energy. They have a concourse area with fountains and cute little "hot air" balloons that go up and down so the girls were in heaven! They went up and down the little stairs, chased each other, rolled around (mommy tried to discourage that!) and even played with another little girl who was TOTALLY fascinated with them. Morgan is going to be our sweaty child I think. She was working up some beads of perspiration with the work out! They had an absolute blast and it was a good thing to do!

On the way home Jason wanted to rent a movie or two (of course things I have ZERO DESIRE TO SEE!) so we swung by McDonald's to hit the local RedBox. An ice cream cone sounded yummy so we got one of those while we were there. Kori had her own and I shared mine with the girls. It was their first actual "cone" but they've had ice cream plenty. Morgan was not crazy about the cone while Alexis and Kamryn just wanted whatever, it didn't matter to them.

Tomorrow it's going to be cold and rainy with a chance of some snow showers. Oh joy! It is spring right? This weather is really frosting me! :-) I am hoping the weather people are right and next week will be much better. I don't have much faith in them as they could be standing in the middle of a blizzard and still totally miss the forecast. Keeping my fingers crossed they are right about next week.

Have a super weekend!

Frosted?

Today I had an interesting experience. I finally gave in and called my doctor to beg for him to call me in an antibiotic to try and tame this raging sinus infection I have. He's usually pretty good about it, since I get them about eight times a year. I was successful and his nurse called me back about 11:00 this morning to tell me that it had been called in. Once Jason was up and the girls were settled at the table eating lunch, I went off in the rain to CVS to pick it up.

I must say that this CVS has gone down hill in the last several months. The people that work there can be extremely rude and unprofessional. I only keep going there because they have a drive-thru and it's super convenient when I have all the kiddos with me. That being said they are building a new one, with a drive-thru closer to me than this one and I cannot wait to transfer my prescriptions to it. Hoping and praying none of these morons go to the new place. That would be about my luck.

Anyway, I go inside because 1-it's just me and 2-I need to pick up a couple more things. I get my things and head to the pharmacy. Lo and behold they can't find my prescription. (I am NOT surprised as this happens everytime I go there! It's secretly goes to Bermuda or somewhere and simply disappears...weird!) Anyhow, I finally get the guy, oh wait, he refers to himself as "Pharmacist Bob". I'm NOT making that up. He told another customer that and that's what he kept saying. Whatever Bob. Well he finally discovers that my prescription call-in is still trapped in their phone messaging system. He seemed perplexed by that, but then admitted it wasn't check in a timely fashion like it should have been. No duh, Pharmacist Bob. He assures me that it will be ready shortly and I tell him I'm going to leave my two small items on the counter and I sit down and read a Soap Opera Magazine.

Now in the short 1-2 minutes I told him I was leaving my two things there, he is helping another customer and starts ringing up my stuff with her stuff. Duh, Pharmacist Bob. I am not impressed with your memory skills. Must be a man thing. He says to the other customer, "Rats, I'm just frosted I guess." Huh? What the hell does that mean. I go back to my magazine so I can see what is in store for my peeps on General Hosptial.

Pharmacist Bob and his buddy are now discussing weekend plans. I hear "That would totally get me frosted" a couple of times, and a few other references of frosted. I am totally confused now and go back to my happy place and reading my magazine.

I hear P.B. (Pharmacist Bob) keep saying something that he ends with "honey". I finally look up and, oh, it's me he was talking to??? I say, "did you just call me honey?" P.B. replies, "Yep, your good to go sweet heart. Told you I could be frosted". HUH? What the heck is he talking about. I thought frosted meant you were mad or irritated. That is NOT the context in which he was using the word.

Anyway, I am thankful that I am able to leave finally and am at the counter promptly to pay for my purchases. P.B.: "Do you have your Extra Savings card?" Me: "Uh yes, I just handed it to you." P.B.: "I can be so frosted sometimes". Me: (Silence - I am still not sure WHAT to say to that).

I now am caught up in a fit of coughing. Now P.B., he's an observant one. He says "Aren't you feeling good?" Me: "Nope, I feel like shit". Now I normally wouldn't say that, but I'm getting "frosted" (I used it correctly, well my version anyway) and he's on my nerves. I mean I look a mess! I have NO make-up on, I have on faded black capri pants, flip flops and a Route 66 Branson, Missouri t-shirt that has probably seen better days. Thankfully my hair looks semi-decent. My face is swollen from the previously mentioned sinus infection and my nose is red from blowing it 234,023,960 times, just since about 9am. What gave him the idea that I was feeling poorly? That and the hacking cough where I was sure I would produce a lung. Did I mention my voice sounds like an exact replica of Barry White???

The end is near! My purchases are being sacked! Woo hoo! I am frosted (I know that's not the right usage, but I'm using it like P.B. would!) that I am getting out of there...finally!

P.B.: Have you ever been to the Voo Doo lounge? (It's a bar at one of our local casinos)
Me: Uh, no. I don't get out much.

P.B. I've heard it's cool.
Me: Hmmm. (Not sure what to say so I just kind of acknowledge him.

P.B. I could use a Red Bull right now.
Me: (Silence - but I'm about to scream I WANT MY STUFF SO I CAN GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!!!!!) I don't, but I'm close.

P.B. Well if you ever want to go to Voo Doo, come back up here and let me know, maybe we could go sometime.
Me: Uh, no I don't think so, but thanks. (Grab my sack and almost run speedy quick out of there. Well as speedy quick as you can in flip flops).

What I should have said was: Hell yeah Pharmacist Bob! How about Saturday night? Should I pick you up in my Honda MINI-VAN????? Would that be okay? Is it going to be a problem if I have my FOUR children with me? Did I mention I have 21-month old triplets P.B.???? Oh yikes!

Now while Bob wasn't ugly or unattractive per say. I will say he was NOT my type. If you were ever a Three's Company fan he totally reminded me of the type of personalty as Larry Dallas, Jack's best friend. I expect P.B. to wear velour shirts, unbuttoned to show an ample if not excessive amount of chest hair, with a few gold chains sprinkled in. I also see him driving a car with flames on it.

When I got home I told Jason "I totally just got asked out". His reply: "REALLY?" Like he couldn't believe it. He was about to get frosted!

Green Beans...

Good for your hearing? Apparently Morgan heard that eating carrots can be beneficial for your eyesight. She must have also heard that green beans are good for your hearing? Well surely that's it because she decided to stick green beans in her ear last night at dinner. I had to go and get my tweezers and pull a piece out. I am hoping I got it all. She seems to be hearing okay and isn't bothered by it so I am keeping my fingers crossed that she couldn't get her chubby fingers and the green bean down there too far. Kids!

Still coughing, snotty and generally cruddy here. The weather is good...for now. The rains and storms are supposed to move back in later tonight. Then storms for tomorrow. Cruddy weather for the rest of the week. Only in the 40's for the most part. No wonder we're all sick. I am ready for Spring! I need Spring! I am desperate for Spring! Spring where are you?!?

Okay, guess I'll go change the sheets on the little girls beds today. It'll give me something to do to distract me from coughing and blowing my nose. I could sure you a sick day today...too bad mommy's don't get them.

NATIONAL CHAMPIONS!!!!!!

Well the girls are all snotty, coughing, sneezy etc. Well the little ones anyway. Kori is doing well. They slept poorly last night and were super clingy today, but we survived. Jason had a meeting this afternoon so I had to take them with me to pick up Kori. Kamryn pooped out about 7:15 tonight and Alexis and Morgan went down about 8pm, although Morgan was awake until 9:30 or so.

But after an exhausting night and day, it was the creme de la creme when the Kansas Jayhawks beat the Memphis Tigers in overtime tonight to become the NATIONAL CHAMPIONS!!!! Oh my goodness, I felt like I was going to have a stroke. My tummy was in knots! What a game!!!! Woo hooooooo!

Better shower and get some sleep, who knows what the night entails and Jason has off-duty tomorrow before going into work his regular shift so it's me and the girls all day and all night. Whoopee!!

Pictures

The pictures in my previous post kill me! This is the face the little ones make now anytime the camera comes out. Please don't mind the crazy faces, boogers, food leftovers on their face, clothing covered in chalk or any other unpleasantries. Let the kiddos speak for themselves!

At any rate. The 1st picture is Kamryn and Morgan working on their newest creations.

The 2nd picture is Morgan, complete with cheesy grin.

The 3rd picture is Alexis - she is going to need to bangs trimmed soon - silly face as well.

The 4th picture is Kamryn - the face says it all!

The last picture is sweet Kori.

Fresh Air, A Walk, Rocks and Sidewalk Chalk

These things made my children very happy this evening. It was nice here today, albeit a bit windy for a lot of the day. After dinner the wind had died down and I sprung the kids for a wagon ride. They were already suffering from coughing, sneezy and runny boogery noses, so really, what would it hurt? They enjoyed their ride as usual. They love that sill ol' choo-choo wagon! Kori rode her scooter and chased the girls and had them in hysterics. Nothing better than a nice walk, pulling around 80 pounds of kiddos and getting to hear them squeal with laughter. It's good for the soul.

I let them loose when we got home and they did really well. Keeping them all corralled has been a worry of mine. With Kori I always took a lawn chair and sat with a magazine while she rode her bike/scooter etc. and kept an eye on her that way. I'm not sure that will happen with these guys for quite a while, but that's okay. I did some light weeding in the flower beds while the girls happily played with sidewalk chalk. They were in heaven! Messy, but heaven still.

Then they moved on to playing with the rocks from the front landscaping. Oh the joy! Well Alexis was having a good time playing with Kori's old little toy push lawnmower. She wouldn't let anyone else touch it. Might be a good idea to pick up another one or two to stop any further conflicts. Kamryn piled rocks, lined up the rocks, inspected the rocks, threw the rocks on the ground. It was great fun! She even managed to sample a little dirt from my flower pots in front. She promptly declared it "yucky!" She then said "Mommy, need watey" (that is her version of water). We snagged a Capri Sun from the garage fridge and peace was once again restored.

A good evening!

How about some venting...

Jason was off from Wednesday night through Saturday night. He had off-duty Thursday, court all morning on Friday, Kori and I had dentist appointments Friday afternoon. We arrived home just in time for him to leave for off-duty for the evening. Saturday he played paintball with a few guys from work. He took my nephew along as well which was cool. It started at 1pm...he got home at 5:50. Not real happy on my end. Today he slept in and then left at 5pm to go and play softball before going to work. **Sigh**

Let me say that I don't begrudge him doing things for himself. I don't, at all. It just seems that sometimes he can be a tad bit selfish in this area. He goes to run or work out a couple of times a week, he plays poker every now and then. He plays Spring/Summer/Fall softball. On his Sundays off he plays basketball. Factor in some golf, paintball, etc. that's a lot of things for himself. I just wish sometimes he'd step back and look at my life. I can barely get 5 minutes to go to the bathroom...alone, let alone do anything for myself. I don't count errands like Target/Walmart/grocery store. Those do not bring me pleasure in any way shape or form. This week with his busy schedule I had to go to the store at 10:30 p.m., on a Friday night. Not my idea of a good time. It's his rare weekends and I like to do something as a family and have a little down time to reconnect with him after a crazy week. I'm silly, I married someone I loved and love spending time with. Is that so wrong???

Okay, venting over.

Bozo The Clown

I failed to mention something that happened yesterday. We arrived at Sam's and I hopped out and opened the back door. Kori turned her head and OH MY GOODNESS!!!! She looked like Bozo the Clown! Nothing against Bozo, but not how I want to take my kiddo into a public place.

How did she get this way? Well the "Easter Bunny" brought her a Hannah Montana cell phone that is a little make-up kit. Some lip gloss, eye shadows, etc. Just some fun stuff for play. Kori plays with it at home but she brought it along to Sam's in her little purse. Jason and I were chatting and such so we didn't notice her diligent application that was taking place in the back seat.

Oh my stars! Her eyelids were hot pink with a little smattering of light blue. Her lips were coated in glittery irridescent lip gloss. Well I quickly grabbed some tissues, a little dab of mom's slobber (I always SWORE I would NEVER do this, but alas, I have!) and I had her looking less Bozo meets French Hooker. Whew!

I wish I'd had a camera to capture Jason's face when I said, "Uh daddy, take a look at your eldest childe". His words..."Uh, oh my goodness". EXACTLY!

Surreal

We took advantage of the semi-nice weather today and went to visit Aunt Becky at work. The girls were VERY excited. They just love to get out. Poor little sheltered things!

Anyway got to see a few people I used to work with. It was nice to catch up with them. The girls were entertaining as usual. They can be very funny.

I still find the whole thing surreal sometimes. I look at them and think, holy cow, all three of those are mine! They came out of me all at once. It's amazing really. Watching them toddle off with Becky, it just seems so unreal at times, yet it's all VERY real.

Pointing

I have tried to teach Kori for YEARS that pointing is rude. She's pretty good, but occasionally slips up. I give her a little slack, she's six after all. Well today after school we decided due to the severe dwindling stacks of diapers it was time for a trip to Sam's. Off we went!

Through the course of our journey (EVERYTHING is a journey with four kids, three the same age!) we were pointed to at least 10-15 times while at Sam's alone. Add in a few more times coming and going in the parking lot. Then factor in a few at dinner and it was probably more than 20-25 times.

I realize that triplets aren't common. I handle the questions, whispers, snickers, and other silly things that happen to us. But pointing? I just want to scream STOP POINTING IT IS VERY RUDE AND YOUR SETTING A BAD EXAMPLE AS ADULTS FOR MY 6-YEAR OLD!!!! But I don't, cause that would be rude and people might think I am a bit crazy. Oh wait, I am a bit crazy. Oh well, no need to let everyone know that.

Guilt

Everytime I have what I deem to be a "lazy day" (is there such a thing with 4 kids?) I guilt myself for not doing anything. So tonight I sorted laundry for tomorrow, put away a basket of laundry, vacuumed the whole house, swept and mopped the kitchen, pledged the kitchen table (it was in dire need) did a small batch of dishes, ran the dishwasher. All because I felt guilty for not doing much throughout the day.

I let the girls have a "jammie day". It was cold and gloomy out, no need to make more laundry. Kori was home sick with a sore throat, I am blaming allergies on that one. I gave her a dose of her Zyrtec, pumped her full of fluids and some Motrin and I think we're okay. Fingers crossed anyway.

Well that's it for me. Tonight is Jason's last night for 4 days. Of course he has off-duty a couple of times during the course of that, but at least he'll be around a little more than usual. Although I haven't griped about it much lately, I am still OVER nights!