I read this on Snarky in the Suburbs today and this is totally the way I look at gossip. "The problem is that people are confused about what defines gossip. Gossip is not a group of people sharing factual data about what went down in a PTA meeting that puts you in a bad light. That’s called the truth. Deal with it." Ha! And yep.
I am spending waayyyy too much money on food for this family. Like, my food bill each month for eating out and groceries could feed all of the people of a small third world country. It is insane, and I have no idea how I am going to fix it. I know how I can fix it, or how I should fix it.... I just don't know how I actually will fix it.
I wish I were going camping this weekend. Although it's raining, so I guess it's good that I'm not. It's rained every year for the last few years on Memorial Day weekend. I'm supposed to be helping the Harlequins hand out flyers at the Hill Air Force Base air show, but I stayed home with the two munchkins. Didn't think they'd make it in the rain and cold. Sean had to work a few hours today, but he should be off soon. I need to clean the house and do the grocery shopping. Other than that, no real plans for the holiday weekend. I definitely want to visit my dad's grave and any others that I can. Sean wants to go to Roosevelt to visit my grandparents' graves because we haven't been for a few years, and that would be a nice little drive. He wanted to take Josh and Lexi and do the dinosaur museum, but they hate driving so I don't think I want that particular little bit of torture.
Only a few more days of school. Woohoo!
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Sunday, May 20, 2012
I Hate Writing Titles
I decided that for my 40th birthday I want to go to Las Vegas and see Garth Brooks, so I started looking for tickets. $253 each! Holy crap. And I can't find anyone who has discount tickets. That's just crazy, right there. For the price of 2 tickets, I could sip something fruity at the Rhumbar and go to Cabo Wabo and the House of Blues. Eat at one of those frou-frou restaurants that probably wouldn't let people like me in my Converse and Target t-shirt in the door. Buy something to wear so that the frou-frou restaraunt will let me in. Maybe get a little tattoo at Vince Neil's tattoo parlor. Sorry Garth. You're not worth it. Have to re-think a few things now.
One of my students asked me last week what I'd be if I weren't a teacher, so I said an architect or a lawyer. He said that he pictured me being a real estate agent. Wuh? I told him there was no way I could sell anything for a living. When I have garage sales, I practically give stuff away because I just don't care. He said that he figured I could convince people to buy the houses with all my big words. Ha ha! That made me laugh. As if.
Sean, Courtney, Mindi, Steve, and I took Dennis out to Texas Roadhouse for his birthday last night. It was fun to hang out with all of them. Good times. I can't believe Dennis rode the saddle. What a good sport! I wouldn't do it. No way.
School is almost out. I am so ready. I go from 0 to pissed off in about 2.6 seconds these days. You roll your eyes at me in class and I will take your head off. And I normally am not like that. It's time for us to have some time apart, my little children.
Sean is working too much. He hasn't had a day off in a couple weeks, and it's getting old. I hope he gets some time off next weekend.
I need to go outside and thin out the radishes and beets. The radishes are getting big and will be ruined if I don't get out there. Sean doesn't trust me to do his beets because I thin them aggressively he he. Beets are yucky. I need to get dinner going, too.
I want to do something fun. Like, really fun. What is that?
One of my students asked me last week what I'd be if I weren't a teacher, so I said an architect or a lawyer. He said that he pictured me being a real estate agent. Wuh? I told him there was no way I could sell anything for a living. When I have garage sales, I practically give stuff away because I just don't care. He said that he figured I could convince people to buy the houses with all my big words. Ha ha! That made me laugh. As if.
Sean, Courtney, Mindi, Steve, and I took Dennis out to Texas Roadhouse for his birthday last night. It was fun to hang out with all of them. Good times. I can't believe Dennis rode the saddle. What a good sport! I wouldn't do it. No way.
School is almost out. I am so ready. I go from 0 to pissed off in about 2.6 seconds these days. You roll your eyes at me in class and I will take your head off. And I normally am not like that. It's time for us to have some time apart, my little children.
Sean is working too much. He hasn't had a day off in a couple weeks, and it's getting old. I hope he gets some time off next weekend.
I need to go outside and thin out the radishes and beets. The radishes are getting big and will be ruined if I don't get out there. Sean doesn't trust me to do his beets because I thin them aggressively he he. Beets are yucky. I need to get dinner going, too.
I want to do something fun. Like, really fun. What is that?
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Mother's Day and T-ball
Today was a beautiful, sunny Mother's Day. My mom gave me a lovely hanging basket of petunias, and Sean and the kids gave me some camp chairs that I wanted, gardening gloves to replace mine that have holes in the fingers, flowers for the garden, wind chimes which I have wanted since my last ones broke, Scentsy wax, candy, and a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Very lovely. We went to dessert at my moms' house last night and dinner at Cami's house tonight. Both were full of deliciousness and great company. Even though I hate Mother's Day, I love my mom, and I love my kids. I give thanks for them all every day. And I'm grateful to Sean's mom, because she raised a good son. And because she likes Diet Coke and puzzles and likes to read so therefore she's automatically all kinds of awesome.
Josh's baseball practice went well last week. Lexi is a somewhat different story. It's OK, she'll go and play, and she doesn't make me stay right by her every second, just every other second, but she's clearly not that into it. She was sitting on the ground out at second base, picking grass and putting it on her legs, with her mitt and hat off, and I turned to Courtney and said, "Clearly, I think this may not be her game." Courtney was like, "Ya think?" The sucky thing about t-ball is that it is no one's game. It's boring for almost every kid, even the ones who really like it. T-ball probably should not actually exist, really, if you think about it. The kids in the outfield don't have the skills yet to do much, and they can't understand the strategy and rules of the game quite yet, and I get that t-ball is there to start teaching them. But, basically, it's just a bunch of kids standing around in a field, not knowing what to do, waiting around until it's their turn to bat, hitting a ball, then running wherever and whenever someone tells them to. And doing a lot of standing around again in between the running. Baseball is weird in that it doesn't get fun until the kids know what they're doing. Other sports, like soccer and basketball and football, as long as you get playing time you can have fun while you're learning how to do it. Anyway.
Not too much to report. The garden has started popping up. Sean's been working quite a bit. Courtney and Brittney seem to have their hands full between school and work. Courtney's summer term started this week. Chemistry and math. Gross.
I really feel like writing, but I don't have anything to say. No, that's not true. I don't have anything that I feel like writing about. If someone called me up on the phone right now and asked me how much I hate Mitt Romney and why, or what I think about gay marriage, or why I plan to vote for President Obama, or what I think about the new mandatory 72-hour waiting period for abortions, or how stupid I think the city of Layton is to rezone all the farmland in West Layton and force the owners to sell so they can build a giant Gateway-style mall there, or how I feel about a nuclear power plant being built along the Green River, or how tired I am of high school kids, or why Brantley Gilbert is so hot, or anything else, really, I would be happy to talk about it. I just don't really feel like articulating it in writing. But, sadly, it's after 11:00 at night, so it's doubtful that anyone will be calling.
Josh's baseball practice went well last week. Lexi is a somewhat different story. It's OK, she'll go and play, and she doesn't make me stay right by her every second, just every other second, but she's clearly not that into it. She was sitting on the ground out at second base, picking grass and putting it on her legs, with her mitt and hat off, and I turned to Courtney and said, "Clearly, I think this may not be her game." Courtney was like, "Ya think?" The sucky thing about t-ball is that it is no one's game. It's boring for almost every kid, even the ones who really like it. T-ball probably should not actually exist, really, if you think about it. The kids in the outfield don't have the skills yet to do much, and they can't understand the strategy and rules of the game quite yet, and I get that t-ball is there to start teaching them. But, basically, it's just a bunch of kids standing around in a field, not knowing what to do, waiting around until it's their turn to bat, hitting a ball, then running wherever and whenever someone tells them to. And doing a lot of standing around again in between the running. Baseball is weird in that it doesn't get fun until the kids know what they're doing. Other sports, like soccer and basketball and football, as long as you get playing time you can have fun while you're learning how to do it. Anyway.
Not too much to report. The garden has started popping up. Sean's been working quite a bit. Courtney and Brittney seem to have their hands full between school and work. Courtney's summer term started this week. Chemistry and math. Gross.
I really feel like writing, but I don't have anything to say. No, that's not true. I don't have anything that I feel like writing about. If someone called me up on the phone right now and asked me how much I hate Mitt Romney and why, or what I think about gay marriage, or why I plan to vote for President Obama, or what I think about the new mandatory 72-hour waiting period for abortions, or how stupid I think the city of Layton is to rezone all the farmland in West Layton and force the owners to sell so they can build a giant Gateway-style mall there, or how I feel about a nuclear power plant being built along the Green River, or how tired I am of high school kids, or why Brantley Gilbert is so hot, or anything else, really, I would be happy to talk about it. I just don't really feel like articulating it in writing. But, sadly, it's after 11:00 at night, so it's doubtful that anyone will be calling.
Monday, May 7, 2012
DERBY!! Harlequins v. Minion Terrors
Sunday was the Harlequins first bout. We've gone through so many ups and downs and changes to get to this point, and I was just so proud of these girls. We lost, but only had 6 girls against their 13. So they were getting plenty of rest and our girls were playing every jam. But they did so well. It was so freaking fun to watch, and they've worked so long and hard to get here that it was extra sweet.
Blawndee 117 This is my girl!!
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| Brittney as Jammer |
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| The pack... Love these girls! |
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| Brittney going after the other team's Jammer |
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| Lead Jammer... racking up some points |
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| Blawndee coming through... Get outta the way! |
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| Jammer coming through.... move it |
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| Getting shoved around |
This is an awesome little group of girls, and their coach is so amazing, and the parents are all supa cool, too. Can't wait for the next bout.
T-ball, the Good Fairy, and Summer Fever
This weekend was pretty darn awesome. I think I enjoyed it very much.
Friday night was Lexi's first t-ball practice. She had finally agreed to go and play if I stood by her, and she held me to it. But she did play, so YAY! She started to get increasingly whiny and all "I can't stand up," and "I don't want to bat again so I'll just sit here by third base and whine." I was getting supremely annoyed until I wised up and thought about checking her blood sugar. She was at 52. Yikes. So I fed her some fruit snacks and she was good to go. She went up and batted again and practiced catching grounders. We were partners with this super cute chubby little boy in a blue M&Ms t-shirt that made him look like a blue M&M, and he was all, "I love playing this baseball!!!!" So cute. There's one other little girl on the team named Lilly, and she told me some random story all about someone who is only 4 and lost some teeth already. Little kids are funny.
Lexi and I went to Kaden's baptism on Saturday. On the way there "Just the Way You Are" by Bruno Mars came on the radio, and Lexi was singing along in that cute, totally sweet little voice that 4 year olds have. I wish I had a recorder because it was the sweetest sounding song coming out of her little face. "When I see your face... There's not a thing that I would change... Because you're amazing, just the way you are."
At the baptism, a lady told a story about the Holy Ghost prompting someone not to drink some contaminated water. I didn't think Lexi was really paying attention, and since we don't attend any church she doesn't really have a concept of what the Holy Ghost is. Which became evident when she retold the story to me later, as apparently she was actually paying attention. She told me later, "When they tell you not to drink the water, you have to listen, and you have to not drink the water, else you won't get a treat from the good fairy." Ha! Love the Holy Ghost as the Good Fairy. Works for me.
Sunday Brittney's roller derby team had a bout, but that probably gets its own post because I want to post pics and I have a lot.
End of school year-itis hit me really hard yesterday. I don't know exactly why. There wasn't any real reason for it, but all of a sudden I had this overwhelming desire to not go to work anymore for a few months. Usually I'm cool with going to work, but last night I just really wanted to get a Redbox and a bag of cookies and not go to bed. Only a few more weeks, though, and it will fly by.
Friday night was Lexi's first t-ball practice. She had finally agreed to go and play if I stood by her, and she held me to it. But she did play, so YAY! She started to get increasingly whiny and all "I can't stand up," and "I don't want to bat again so I'll just sit here by third base and whine." I was getting supremely annoyed until I wised up and thought about checking her blood sugar. She was at 52. Yikes. So I fed her some fruit snacks and she was good to go. She went up and batted again and practiced catching grounders. We were partners with this super cute chubby little boy in a blue M&Ms t-shirt that made him look like a blue M&M, and he was all, "I love playing this baseball!!!!" So cute. There's one other little girl on the team named Lilly, and she told me some random story all about someone who is only 4 and lost some teeth already. Little kids are funny.
Lexi and I went to Kaden's baptism on Saturday. On the way there "Just the Way You Are" by Bruno Mars came on the radio, and Lexi was singing along in that cute, totally sweet little voice that 4 year olds have. I wish I had a recorder because it was the sweetest sounding song coming out of her little face. "When I see your face... There's not a thing that I would change... Because you're amazing, just the way you are."
At the baptism, a lady told a story about the Holy Ghost prompting someone not to drink some contaminated water. I didn't think Lexi was really paying attention, and since we don't attend any church she doesn't really have a concept of what the Holy Ghost is. Which became evident when she retold the story to me later, as apparently she was actually paying attention. She told me later, "When they tell you not to drink the water, you have to listen, and you have to not drink the water, else you won't get a treat from the good fairy." Ha! Love the Holy Ghost as the Good Fairy. Works for me.
Sunday Brittney's roller derby team had a bout, but that probably gets its own post because I want to post pics and I have a lot.
End of school year-itis hit me really hard yesterday. I don't know exactly why. There wasn't any real reason for it, but all of a sudden I had this overwhelming desire to not go to work anymore for a few months. Usually I'm cool with going to work, but last night I just really wanted to get a Redbox and a bag of cookies and not go to bed. Only a few more weeks, though, and it will fly by.
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Kid Stuff
Lexi just told me, "I have an oval face. Your face is a trapezoid." Um, OK? No wonder I have such great self-esteem. I have a trapezoid-shaped face, apparently.
The Harlequins have a bout this weekend. Should be fun.
Lexi found a pair of Josh's nasty old sneakers yesterday and decided that she loves them soooooo much. That was fine when she was just playing outside, but she insisted on wearing them to school today. Along with his old baseball hat. Whatever. I wonder what the people in the daycare think of her "new" shoes.
Josh started baseball practice tonight. He did great and had fun. Lexi starts t-ball practice on Friday. We'll see how that goes. At least she's actually agreed to go and try, so that's progress.
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