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...
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