Sunday, September 30, 2007
Friday, September 28, 2007
That got me thinking about this tired mommy-brain thing that I thought would go away once I gave birth. Not so much. Now I have left my purse at Costco twice in the past year, conditioned my hair before shampooing (on a way too regular basis) put the cereal in the fridge and the milk in the cupboard, put my underwear away in my husband's drawer, and if there was a fire I would save my kids first and my calender second, because I cannot live without either.
So what about you, all three of you who read my blog, fess up, what is your worst mommy brain moment that you're willing to share with my sister, her friends and a few loyal people who live further north than I think should be legally permissible.
Leave your comments, there will be no prize, you just might make me feel a bit more normal!
P.S. There will be no pretty pic on tonight's post as I am writing on Way Cooler's work computer and it is cranky about uploading, downloading, freeloading and offloading!
Thursday, September 27, 2007
I couldn't get the lady I had cut my hair before who had finally given me my first decent haircut in this city since we moved here 1.5 years ago.
I'll have to post about some of my other cuts some other time as they really are post-worthy, let's just say after one, I looked like I had let a cat just chewed my hair off randomly.
Anyway, I got a new lady who was really good too and unbelieveably gentle. I hate it when they brush your hair and it feels like they are pulling it out instead of just cutting it with scissors. Plus, my cheap little heart was utterly delighted to find out she was 8 bucks cheaper than the other lady! That alone made my night!
You know how when you get your haircut sometimes they style if for you? Well, I usually watch carefully to try and recreate that at home, which of course never happens again no matter how hard I try! So, as usual last night I was watching but it became apparent very quickly that in order for me to do that with a brush and blow dryer I will have to become a cirque du Soleil contortionist, or at the very least grow a third arm. So, I just sat and enjoyed knowing that for one night, I would look good. Really good. So good that I kept finding myself admiring myself in the various mirrored posts throughout the mall. Then I realized how unbelieveably sad that is, and made myself stop.
So, since I had such a great expereience and saved 8 bucks, I decided to splurge and get my eyebrow waxed so that I would have eyebrows. Let's just say, I knew it wasn't going to be as gentle as my haircut when I sat down and the lady shoved my head back against the wall. I understand the whole concept of waxing isn't a gentle massage, but this woman made putting the wax on hurt. that did not bode well for the removal. I think my brows will stop swelling sometime around Spud's 10th birthday.
It was a wonderful evening of re-charging, browsing and mirror-gazing! I even got jeans for 15 bucks at Old Navy. My cheap little heart just can't stop singing! So bring on the poop, the snot and the toddler tantrums, I'm ready again!
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
Yes, this post is going to be about socks, I'm not the happy intellect, it will not be about world peace and achieving it in 4 easy steps, I'm a geek so I am blogging about socks tonight!
Anyway, as I was saying, I think the socks in my house have posted a warning to all the other socks "abandon hope all ye who enter here." At least that is my theory as so many go missing! They must run away or something because this is my widow pile (all socks without mates).
These are the poor socks whose mates are MIA. My bigger concern is the couples that are jumping ship. I bought Spud 6 pairs in the spring and we are down to 2 matched pairs and a widow!
What is it about me that makes socks run away? I try not to sing while I sort laundry, my hair is usually brushed and I am very nice to all the socks in the house, I don't even scrub them or anything.
Mind you, that may be it, I do not have a real big passion for sparkling clean socks so if they get a little bit stained to daily wear and tear (i.e. an 18 month old running through freshly mowed grass) as long as they are clean, I still sleep at night. Really, they're socks. Who cares if the bottoms area bit gray? I have bigger fish to fry than pulling out a washboard and scrubbing them down, (not that there's anything wrong with that mom,) but I'd rather do something productive. Like blog!!
It might also be that my kids seem to think that socks taste good. I don't know how many times driving down the road I've looked back to see one or both with a sock in their mouth. And honestly, I didn't put it there! Although I have thought about it, especially when Spud sings the Veggie tale theme song for the 37th time that trip.
So, now that I've ensured that my OCD sister will never sleep again (if a sock goes missing in her house, everyone goes on high alert and hunts for it and no one eats or sleeps till it's found) I'm looking for advice! How do you keep your socks happy? What do you do to make them want to stay? Better detergent? Should I promise all future socks that my kids will stop eating them? Let me know, right after you've achieved world peace in 4 easy steps!
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
Just a brief note of apology. I know that I asked a lot of you last week , but once again, you delivered. You are truly a girl's best friend. You are right, you did wash the same sheets, blankets and waterproof mattress pad 5 days in a row and I am sure it does get monotonous, but thank-you for doing it without seizing up on me or chewing up said bedding. Even though I am sure you felt like it.
You see, Spud thinks that being naked is better than being clothed, which would be fine if he had the same belief about being potty-trained vs. still in a diaper. But alas, he does not. So, until he gets over his late night striping tendencies, he is potty-trained or I figure out a way to duct-tape his clothes on without social services being called you may be asked to go above and beyond the call of duty again and again.
And as for the fingerpainting espisode after last Wednesday's nap, I'm truly sorry you had to go through that, no washing machine (or mommy) should ever have to deal with that much poop spread over that large of an area. From now on, only premium detergant for you, none of that no name stuff, you deserve only the best!
Thank-you again for being there for me through thick, thin and three messy men. I couldn't do it without you!
The Happy Geek
OK, so I am probably alone in this, I'm sure none of the rest of the world does this, and when you are finished reading this post, you may be finished for good, but here goes, "I don't take very many pictures of my kids". I finally got it out in the open. "Yeah right" you say, "sure you do." Let me prove it to you.
I took a picture of my sons this week and last I checked, it's the third week of September (sometimes the days all blend into one). Then decided to scroll back through my pics for a second. The next ones that popped up were of Spud's birthday party. Spud turned 3 in July. That's right folks, I did not take a single solitary picture of my two adorable sons for over a month. I can hear her choking right now!
Why? Why? You ask? It seems to be a broad combination of things.
1. We are not picture people. The first 5 years of marriage, we took maybe 10 rolls of film, 3 being from our honeymoon, and one of those rolls was all of the fish Way Cooler saw while snorkeling. I sometimes will finally remember to take the camera on an outing, to the zoo wherever, but then it languishes in my diaper bag as I can only remember to take the camera, not the pictures.
2. Spud did not smile much for the first 18 months of his life, ever. You can only see so many pictures of a sad chunky child before you begin to give up.
3. I take really bad pictures. Really really really bad pictures. If I was like her I might take more, but my pictures are more like something a cat might take.
So there you have it, I take infrequent, sad, bad and blurry pictures. My poor family, if they want pictures of their grandkids, they pretty much have to take them themselves.
So, this is why I will never be mother of the year. Doesn't really matter, I wouldn't take any pictures at the awards ceremony anyway!
Saturday, September 15, 2007
5. There aren't a lot of bathrooms at the zoo
Friday, September 14, 2007
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
That's OK, everyone has been waiting for this all their lives, the chance to read about mine! Yes, I do like sarcasm, why do you ask?
So, who is the Happy Geek?
I am a 30 something SAHM, I have a very nice, non-geeky husband, (Much Cooler) and two boys, Spud and Sprout who will grow up to be radically embarrassed by me. That's OK, I think embarrassing our off-spring is one of the ways we can pay them back for all those sleepless nights!
So, if you've got nothing better to do, check back some time for future adventures in the kingdom of Geek!