I love moody music when it rains...here's one of my favorites.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
What's In A Name?
Historically names have always counted for something. Wealth, entitlement, security...Today, names don't have quite as much significance in our lives.
When I married Chris, I took his last name on. A name with great history, pride, and accomplishments. A name that "mattered" His family was driven out of France due to religious persecution, settled in the south-the plantation still stands as a historical monument. They sold land which is currently Manhattan-wouldn't that be nice now! One served as Sec. of Interior for President Cleveland, and another was the 2nd President of the Republic of Texas....need I say more!
Currently Chris is THE last male...and there is a small hiccup to the story. I have given him only girls. I have very much felt the weight of this fact. So let me continue before you freak out about the fact that it's really hubby's fault we have no male heir to carry on the name.
Thank goodness we don't live in the time of Henry VIII! Although at times I feel there is still that attitude in our family. All truly great kings needed a male heir to carry on...and when only girls were born, such as Mary and Elizabeth, other means were taken. Hence all the Fitz "whoevers". Henry VIII had Henry Fitzroy, his illegitimate son. Unfortunately, he died while still young and never sat on the throne. Ironically it was Mary and then Elizabeth who reigned.
And so it will never be my girls to carry on the family name, but our very own "Fitz" given birth by my s-in-law who is unmarried. My nephew is the golden child...She proclaims that he will carry on the family name. And so I see it more and more that my two daughters get shoved aside while this little "Fitz" claims his throne by default.
It is very hard to see your children treated this way...and I know that my feelings are causing a rift in the family. I wish it wasn't so, but we are all entitled to our opinions and feelings. It is something I will have to deal with for a long time unless I get sent to the chopping block and "off with her head!"
My husband...he really couldn't care that he wasn't given a son...and I'm forever grateful that he is so in love with his girls. They truly are the apples of his eye.
When I married Chris, I took his last name on. A name with great history, pride, and accomplishments. A name that "mattered" His family was driven out of France due to religious persecution, settled in the south-the plantation still stands as a historical monument. They sold land which is currently Manhattan-wouldn't that be nice now! One served as Sec. of Interior for President Cleveland, and another was the 2nd President of the Republic of Texas....need I say more!
Currently Chris is THE last male...and there is a small hiccup to the story. I have given him only girls. I have very much felt the weight of this fact. So let me continue before you freak out about the fact that it's really hubby's fault we have no male heir to carry on the name.
Thank goodness we don't live in the time of Henry VIII! Although at times I feel there is still that attitude in our family. All truly great kings needed a male heir to carry on...and when only girls were born, such as Mary and Elizabeth, other means were taken. Hence all the Fitz "whoevers". Henry VIII had Henry Fitzroy, his illegitimate son. Unfortunately, he died while still young and never sat on the throne. Ironically it was Mary and then Elizabeth who reigned.
And so it will never be my girls to carry on the family name, but our very own "Fitz" given birth by my s-in-law who is unmarried. My nephew is the golden child...She proclaims that he will carry on the family name. And so I see it more and more that my two daughters get shoved aside while this little "Fitz" claims his throne by default.
It is very hard to see your children treated this way...and I know that my feelings are causing a rift in the family. I wish it wasn't so, but we are all entitled to our opinions and feelings. It is something I will have to deal with for a long time unless I get sent to the chopping block and "off with her head!"
My husband...he really couldn't care that he wasn't given a son...and I'm forever grateful that he is so in love with his girls. They truly are the apples of his eye.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
How Much Do You Love Sausage?
So..Chris and I were up too late and found this crazy series on spike tv. 1000 Ways To Die! We watched and watched...all right I will admit to having a sick sense of humor...I had to share!
The craziest thing is...all the stories are based on real events. Are people really this dumb????
The craziest thing is...all the stories are based on real events. Are people really this dumb????
Friday, March 13, 2009
Where Does All That Laundry Come From???
According to Jane...I have massive laundry woes. I really should be in Laundry Woes Anonymous! Jane does 4-yes that's right folks! 4 loads of laundry a week. She starts on Friday evening and is done by Saturday morning. The woman should win an award as far as I'm concerned...Now me...
Well were to begin...there is a load for white towels, colored towels, delicate undergarments, a red load, pink, purple, blue-green, denim, hubbys work shirts, and at least 2-3 loads of whites and darks! Count it up people-that's a lot of laundry!!! And don't ask if they are half loads...oh no! My super capacity-you can wash a king size comforter- front loader is full! Dear God in Heaven...why will it never end????
By George! I've figured out where 2 loads of whites are coming from & an extra load of darks....My Husband! Chris...I love you dearly and I'm happy you've lost almost 25 pounds, but...Chris has been going into the office early to make use of their gym. That means white socks & undies + dark gym shorts, tee, & sweatshirt= change 1 of day. Change 2 consists of dress shirt, pants, new socks, undies, & undershirt. Change 3 consists of jeans + sweater or sweatshirt for after work comfort + new pair of white socks rather than dress socks. And finally before bed...flannel pants....
Well...the washer is done and on to the next load...I should be done by?...Oh wait a minute-I'll never be done!
UPDATE: 1.) Jane informs me she cannot even wash a Qn size comforter in her washer...just shows you how little wash she really does do.
2.) Hubby asked me if he should forgo undies and wear the same tee, shorts, & socks each workout day-smarta**
Well were to begin...there is a load for white towels, colored towels, delicate undergarments, a red load, pink, purple, blue-green, denim, hubbys work shirts, and at least 2-3 loads of whites and darks! Count it up people-that's a lot of laundry!!! And don't ask if they are half loads...oh no! My super capacity-you can wash a king size comforter- front loader is full! Dear God in Heaven...why will it never end????
By George! I've figured out where 2 loads of whites are coming from & an extra load of darks....My Husband! Chris...I love you dearly and I'm happy you've lost almost 25 pounds, but...Chris has been going into the office early to make use of their gym. That means white socks & undies + dark gym shorts, tee, & sweatshirt= change 1 of day. Change 2 consists of dress shirt, pants, new socks, undies, & undershirt. Change 3 consists of jeans + sweater or sweatshirt for after work comfort + new pair of white socks rather than dress socks. And finally before bed...flannel pants....
Well...the washer is done and on to the next load...I should be done by?...Oh wait a minute-I'll never be done!
UPDATE: 1.) Jane informs me she cannot even wash a Qn size comforter in her washer...just shows you how little wash she really does do.
2.) Hubby asked me if he should forgo undies and wear the same tee, shorts, & socks each workout day-smarta**
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Another Sob Story!
It's Wednesday evening...I'm driving home, by myself. As a SAHM you relish those moments in the car when you can crank up the volume on your radio & listen to your music. It's like finding that rare vintage dress...no munchkins chattering in the back seat or listening to the Disney Princess cd, again!
I have this gut feeling that I should take a less direct route home, but I'm too busy listening to Lady Gaga...I pass a cop..why should I worry? I'm not speeding, but I have a very uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach as I sit waiting for the turn arrow. Green arrow...round the corner...WHAT?! Who's getting pulled over?
ME! Yep, it's me...I pull over, wait for the cop, & try to figure out what the heck I did wrong.
Up he saunters..."license?"...Yep I found that in my wallet..."insurance?"...I'm frantically looking in my glove box...dear Jesus where is it?...why is my car always such a mess...my palms are clammy and I'm nearing the panic state. Thank God-I found the card.
"Do you realize this is expired?"
"No..." I then try to look for the new one...here they come...TEARS! I am now trying not to start the hysterical sobbing and tell him I don't know where my new card is...
"Are you okay? Do you know why you were pulled over?"
"No..." Well, at this point in time I have become a blubbering mess. I can hardly breathe and I'm sobbing so hard I don't even know what to do.
"You didn't get your license plates renewed-your stickers are expired."
SOBBING....
"You really aren't okay..."
AND OUT IT COMES..."NO I AM NOT OKAY, I JUST CAME FROM THERAPY!" and the sobbing continues.
At this point in time I'm a mess, sobbing hysterically, and trying to apologize-in front of a hot young cop...bugger, I didn't even try to make myself presentable today...my license is given back and I'm let go with a warning. As I sit there and try to calm down before driving the four minutes home, all three squads leave.
I drive home, still sobbing, and head up the steps to the front door. I walk in and Chris starts to come towards me & stops.
"How was therapy?"
Still sobbing..."fine"
Poor Chris is so confused...
"I got pulled over by a cop!"
Well, the cop had a great story for the boys about a hysterical female, Chris made sure my insurance & stickers were all in order for me, and I had an interesting story to tell my girlfriends about "therapy" the next morning.
I have this gut feeling that I should take a less direct route home, but I'm too busy listening to Lady Gaga...I pass a cop..why should I worry? I'm not speeding, but I have a very uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach as I sit waiting for the turn arrow. Green arrow...round the corner...WHAT?! Who's getting pulled over?
ME! Yep, it's me...I pull over, wait for the cop, & try to figure out what the heck I did wrong.
Up he saunters..."license?"...Yep I found that in my wallet..."insurance?"...I'm frantically looking in my glove box...dear Jesus where is it?...why is my car always such a mess...my palms are clammy and I'm nearing the panic state. Thank God-I found the card.
"Do you realize this is expired?"
"No..." I then try to look for the new one...here they come...TEARS! I am now trying not to start the hysterical sobbing and tell him I don't know where my new card is...
"Are you okay? Do you know why you were pulled over?"
"No..." Well, at this point in time I have become a blubbering mess. I can hardly breathe and I'm sobbing so hard I don't even know what to do.
"You didn't get your license plates renewed-your stickers are expired."
SOBBING....
"You really aren't okay..."
AND OUT IT COMES..."NO I AM NOT OKAY, I JUST CAME FROM THERAPY!" and the sobbing continues.
At this point in time I'm a mess, sobbing hysterically, and trying to apologize-in front of a hot young cop...bugger, I didn't even try to make myself presentable today...my license is given back and I'm let go with a warning. As I sit there and try to calm down before driving the four minutes home, all three squads leave.
I drive home, still sobbing, and head up the steps to the front door. I walk in and Chris starts to come towards me & stops.
"How was therapy?"
Still sobbing..."fine"
Poor Chris is so confused...
"I got pulled over by a cop!"
Well, the cop had a great story for the boys about a hysterical female, Chris made sure my insurance & stickers were all in order for me, and I had an interesting story to tell my girlfriends about "therapy" the next morning.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
I Need...
Chris & I were sitting in the office, when we heard a little sing-song voice coming from the playroom. Cricket...I stop to listen to what she's currently singing...
"Fe Fi Fo Fum...I need more men"
WHAT?
Seriously! I just have no words...and no idea where that came from...
"Fe Fi Fo Fum...I need more men"
WHAT?
Seriously! I just have no words...and no idea where that came from...
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Third Person
Well...it's been awhile since I've blogged. There's only so much time in a day and I figured I would try my luck on Facebook for a bit.
Kat thinks there are some great attributes and some not so great ones. Why must everything be in the third person? It reminds Kat of a contestant on Project Runway-Suede. Kat thinks it's a bit odd...really Kat does not need anymore issues to discuss at therapy!
Kat just wants everyone to....know that Kat has just gone to the bathroom...Kat is....the list could go on and on. Kat is always compelled to put something crazy or questionable in her updates, but Kat doesn't....
Kat realized that her old stalker from the south can find her and now she needs to put extra privacy settings on her account...thank goodness Kat waited to post her photo.
Kat got sucked into a crazy mafia game...Kat's always doing jobs for the Don Cannoli-*wink wink* Another time waster...
On the plus side-Kat can now chat with old friends and catch up with relatives. Kat is very excited about this! Kat must admit chatting with 3 or more friends at a time can be a bit challenging.
So despite the cons, Kat will continue her Facebook journey....who knows where the road will lead.
Kat thinks there are some great attributes and some not so great ones. Why must everything be in the third person? It reminds Kat of a contestant on Project Runway-Suede. Kat thinks it's a bit odd...really Kat does not need anymore issues to discuss at therapy!
Kat just wants everyone to....know that Kat has just gone to the bathroom...Kat is....the list could go on and on. Kat is always compelled to put something crazy or questionable in her updates, but Kat doesn't....
Kat realized that her old stalker from the south can find her and now she needs to put extra privacy settings on her account...thank goodness Kat waited to post her photo.
Kat got sucked into a crazy mafia game...Kat's always doing jobs for the Don Cannoli-*wink wink* Another time waster...
On the plus side-Kat can now chat with old friends and catch up with relatives. Kat is very excited about this! Kat must admit chatting with 3 or more friends at a time can be a bit challenging.
So despite the cons, Kat will continue her Facebook journey....who knows where the road will lead.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Hungry Strikes Again!
Last night Chris and I were sitting on the couch watching Grey's/Private Practice when I noticed something in the room wasn't quite right. Every commercial I would look around the room...what's different? Ah Ha! The tree!
Yes I still have my Christmas tree up, although now the girls have taken off the Christmas ornaments and have turned it into their Valentine's tree. I couldn't say no to that request....
We had made stained glass cut out cookies for the tree for xmas-I left up the heart cookies for their new Valentines tree. Something was different about the cookies....OMG! Someone, "My Hungry" to be exact had nibbled all the cookies that she could reach!
I checked on "Hungry" before I went to bed. While making sure she was snug as a bug, she looked up at me and smiled.
"Did you eat the cookies on the tree, Cricket?"
"Yep!" she replied in her sleepy voice. "They soooooooo yummy!"
I had indeed solved my case of the nibbled cookies. Hungry had struck again. I'm sure it won't be the last time either...
Yes I still have my Christmas tree up, although now the girls have taken off the Christmas ornaments and have turned it into their Valentine's tree. I couldn't say no to that request....
We had made stained glass cut out cookies for the tree for xmas-I left up the heart cookies for their new Valentines tree. Something was different about the cookies....OMG! Someone, "My Hungry" to be exact had nibbled all the cookies that she could reach!
I checked on "Hungry" before I went to bed. While making sure she was snug as a bug, she looked up at me and smiled.
"Did you eat the cookies on the tree, Cricket?"
"Yep!" she replied in her sleepy voice. "They soooooooo yummy!"
I had indeed solved my case of the nibbled cookies. Hungry had struck again. I'm sure it won't be the last time either...
Thursday, February 5, 2009
All I Want For Valentine's Is...
My two front teeth...Yep that's right! Weird request from me, but to my six year old-a perfect wish!
I can't believe another milestone is met. Her first tooth fell out at school...I went to pick her up at the bus stop and saw a beaming girl anxiously getting off the bus. "I lost my tooth!"
The second fell out at home...well actually it got stuck in the apple she was eating *hee hee*
Both times the tooth fairy came...aka mom...the fairy took her little teeth out of the bunny fairies pocket and deposited a shiny gold coin and 2 hershey kisses. Bella was thrilled to eat chocolate in bed those mornings and wondered if the tooth fairy had come across a pirate who gave her the gold coins...The fairies only concern is that the pirate booty has come to an end and only silver dollars are left in her stash. Pirates have silver coins too, right?
The bunny fairy tooth holder!
I can't believe another milestone is met. Her first tooth fell out at school...I went to pick her up at the bus stop and saw a beaming girl anxiously getting off the bus. "I lost my tooth!"
The second fell out at home...well actually it got stuck in the apple she was eating *hee hee*
Both times the tooth fairy came...aka mom...the fairy took her little teeth out of the bunny fairies pocket and deposited a shiny gold coin and 2 hershey kisses. Bella was thrilled to eat chocolate in bed those mornings and wondered if the tooth fairy had come across a pirate who gave her the gold coins...The fairies only concern is that the pirate booty has come to an end and only silver dollars are left in her stash. Pirates have silver coins too, right?
Bella and her missing teeth!
The bunny fairy tooth holder!
Monday, January 12, 2009
Happy Third Birthday, Charlotte!
Three years ago, shortly after 8 pm, my Charlotte Sophia was born! Now my baby has grown up and I have a little girl before me....how time flies.
She was so excited that today was her birthday...she enjoyed the simple pleasures of life today! Having mom make her Mickey waffles for breakfast, playing dress up with her sister, and choosing her birthday dinner- homemade spaghetti and meatballs! Let's not forget a gigantic chocolate cupcake and candles to blow out!
Happy Birthday, Cricket...May you always bless us with your love and laughter...
XOXO Mom
Friday, January 9, 2009
How Many January Birthdays Does Your Family Have?
I used to think December birthdays were tricky....I KNOW January birthdays are even trickier! You think you're all done with all the buying for Christmas and then *BAM* hold the phones...all those fabulous ideas you had were taken last month. What to do?
I have six January birthdays that we celebrate. There are more, but at some point you have to draw the line...This Sunday, I'll be hosting the "Birthday Bash" to celebrate 5 of the 6.
So...HAPPY BIRTHDAY...James (s-in laws hubby), Barbara (mom-in-law), Charlotte (darling daughter), Amy (s-in-law), and Pop (my dad)!!!
I also can't forget about #6!!! My Bella's dearest friend-Ali. Happy Sixth Birthday! I hope you and Bella will be friends for many many more years!
How does that saying go? Over the lips and through the gums. Look out stomach-here it comes...the horrible ache from too much birthday cake!
I have six January birthdays that we celebrate. There are more, but at some point you have to draw the line...This Sunday, I'll be hosting the "Birthday Bash" to celebrate 5 of the 6.
So...HAPPY BIRTHDAY...James (s-in laws hubby), Barbara (mom-in-law), Charlotte (darling daughter), Amy (s-in-law), and Pop (my dad)!!!
I also can't forget about #6!!! My Bella's dearest friend-Ali. Happy Sixth Birthday! I hope you and Bella will be friends for many many more years!
How does that saying go? Over the lips and through the gums. Look out stomach-here it comes...the horrible ache from too much birthday cake!
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