Thursday, August 13, 2009
A little backtracking here, yesterday I finally broke down and bought some pregnancy clothes. At 26 weeks, it was about time. Problem is I only ended up with two tops and two bottoms. Maternity clothes are expensive. Besides being expensive, I find most of them ugly. I refuse to pay good money for ugly clothes. So later that day I went online and checked out Old Navy, The Gap, and a few other online sites for maternity clothes. The only things I would be willing to pay for are the things on clearance, which isn't bad, but I hate buying clothes online, I'm lucky if anything fits properly, and a lot of maternity clothes look cute on the hanger but look like a circus tent once put on.
Back to today, so today the kids and I headed out to the fabric store, because I had this genius idea that if I couldn't find cute affordable maternity clothes I would just make some. Again I hit a snag, because maternity patterns are near impossible to find, and even if they're in the pattern book, that doesn't mean the store actually has them on hand. So I looked at some regular patterns that maybe could pass for maternity clothes, but I don't think I have enough seamstress knowledge to comfortably adapt regular patterns to fit an ever growing belly. So once again, frustrated and aggravated, I headed out of the fabric store empty handed when I came across some clearance items. And just like it was waiting to lift my spirits, I saw this Mickey Mouse & Friends I Taught Myself to Knit kit. Marked down to under $5, it included two sets of knitting needles, two yard needles, stitch markers, and a how-to book. I figure if this book can help kids teach themselves, I should be able to muddle through. As far as pregnancy clothes, I maybe have hit another road block, but at least I can give this knitting thing a go. Next up . . . canning!
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Monday, June 01, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
A: "Mommy, do you like her, isn't she pretty?"
Me: "Yes, she's beautiful. Where is her leg, maybe I can pop it back on."
A: "It's gone. I lost it."
Me: "You can't find it? It's gone for good?"
A: "Nope, for bad."
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Grandma DeeDee sent Annamaria the cutest party dress and new beaded sweater for her birthday. So she had the perfect outfit for her party.
After much debate whether we should order a bounce house for her party, we decided to go ahead and go for it. The weather was really our only concern, but figured that we never got the storms that were for casted anyway, so why not. Obviously we went with the pretty pink princess theme, and even Harrison enjoyed it.
Since this is the first official birthday party, (that actually included other children) we've ever thrown for one of our kids, ( I know, we're terrible parents), I was pretty concerned about "goodie" bags. I really didn't want to hand out bags of Made in China crap, even though Sophia tried hard to convince me that is really what kids want from a birthday party goodie bag. I decided to make Cupcake Pops instead, and glad I did. They were cute, yummy, and even the adults could enjoy them. I will be making them again soon, who needs a special occasion?
Monday, May 11, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Harrison: Mom, if I ever go to real school . . .
Me: Harrison, your school is real.
Harrison: I mean a school where I have classmates . . .
Harrison: Well, I think I'm going to be cool.
Sophia: hysterical laughing
Me: Harrison, you are cool. Sophia, what are you laughing at? Geekwad.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
So there you have it. I failed to take a picture of my final cookie tray. I was busy trying to get everything else done that morning and flaked it.
I just realized I'm only missing one photo. The problem is that I can't remember which cookie I'm missing.
That Easter bunny left tracks all over my house.
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
The Easter cookie baking is in progress, I'll post photos of the actual cookies later. For now here are some photos of the kids in their cute new Easter aprons Grandma Dee Dee made for them, and some sugar cookie decorating.
Sophia's decorating skills are really coming along. She put patience into getting them just right.
And Harrison wasn't doing too shabby either.
Even Annamaria took her time. Not bad for a three year old.
But Francesca thinks eating them is the best part.
Friday, April 03, 2009
And the cats are annoyed and would like to see them go too.
Friday, March 27, 2009
When we bought our lot to build our house, the one concern that I had was that our lot is narrow. 125 feet wide. It's great that we have an acre and a half, and our "backyard" is over 500 feet deep, but the narrowness concerned me. On our left our property joins three other lots, but it's our side yard that abuts their back lots, so no big deal. It's what on the right of us. We had planned on purchasing the lot next to us, to insure a buffer zone if you will. I thought we had plenty of time to accomplish this, Vince was not so hopeful. And I cannot say enough, he was right. He was right, he was right, he was right. I couldn't image what people would want to move out to the boonies to buy a lot and build right on top of their neighbor. Really, what kind of people would do that? Well, the kind of people who we now have living next to us. Vince insisted the world was filled with stupid, stupid people, and we needed to get that lot secure as soon as we could. And again, he was right, he was right, he was right. We are now living too close for comfort to Clem and The Troll. Clem is short for "Creepy Little Man", and The Troll is for . . . well, she's a troll. I know this sounds harsh, but I assure you, these names are well deserved.
When we first saw them even looking at the lot, Vince went out and introduced himself, was friendly, let them know that we were trying to buy the lot (get the funding straightened out), and let them know in no uncertain terms that we didn't move out here to have neighbors so close to us. Clem told Vince on their first meeting, and on my first meeting with him, that their younger son had been shot and killed just a couple of months prior and they were anxious to move. The son was shot on his 23rd birthday. He had gotten married less than two weeks prior. (Married to a nineteen year-old, high school dropout, Hooter's girl. A great example of their white trashiness. Yes I just made up that word.) Tragic. Tragic, yet that seems to be Clems way of introducing himself, "Hi, I'm Clem and my son was shot back in July. Please feel sorry for me". Also, Clem is in a wheelchair. Paralyzed from the waist down. I later found out that he had been in an accident on the younger son's birthday ten years prior. Also tragic. Honestly, these people have been through a lot. They are sad, angry people. And while I would usually feel some sort of sympathy, they have been so rotten that I just can't seem to muster any for them. I don't think that their tragedy entitles them to spread the misery. I question if theirs is a case of bad things happening to good people, or a perfect example of what goes around comes around. Anyway, Clem told Vince he wanted to buy the lot and the one next to it, so he could put his house in the middle and have plenty of space. That didn't sound bad to me, yes we'd have neighbors, but they'd be over there. Fine. Turns out they were able to buy the lot before we were, problem was they only bought the lot next to us, not the other one too. Their older son worked for a crappy track house builder and was the contractor on their house. So when their son marked out where their house should be placed on the lot, both Vince and I, on separate occasions went out and asked if they were seriously putting their house there. It was as close to us as they could legally get away with. Clem's answer was that that was where their son was telling them they should put it, but that wasn't where they wanted to put it, and they were still working out the details. Then the concrete guys show up, and guess what. The pad was poured exactly where it was originally marked out. Right on top of us. Fifteen feet from the property line. Our lot is narrower and our house is wider than theirs, and our house is built farther back from the property line than theirs. These people are stupid. We all but begged them not to build so close. We brought to their attention that they would not only be lowering our property values, but theirs as well if they did this. They just don't care. It has all been downhill from there. We now have a white trash track house right on top of us. Every time I walk out of my garage, there it is. The house is ugly and poorly built. They threw it up in less than two months. Their heat pump runs all the time, proving just how poorly built it really it. I'm surprised it even meets the minimum square foot requirements, it's tiny. And all the sod and landscaping cannot mask the ugly cheapness of this house. What's that phrase about a pig and silk purse? Is that the right one? The Troll uses such foul language that when she is out and about I have to go around and close my children's bedroom windows for all the obscenities floating in from her mouth. The best I can do is just pretend they don't even exist. No friendly wave, no nod of the head, I don't even make eye contact. It's stressful.
We are now living next to two of the most inconsiderate, rude, foul mouthed, white trash couple you can imagine. So our dream house has now become our five-year plan house. Looks like we'll be moving on as soon as we can. Part of what really bothers me is that this one couple has ruined our new home and our new neighborhood for us. We have met the nicest, most friendly people here. We do things socially with our neighbors, backyard bar-be-cues, birthday parties, game nights, etc., and with the exception of Clem and The Troll, we could be really happy here for quite some time.
As it is I feel uncomfortable going into my own backyard. I don't like pretending I don't see them, when they are obviously there. They make noise just to let me know they're there. Clem sits out by his shop and stares into our backyard and at the back of our house constantly. When he drives by our house he slows down to a crawl, and I can see him craning his neck while he tries to look in our windows. He's really pathetic. The older son has since been laid off from the crappy track house builder, and I guess is now trying to go into custom home building for himself. I feel for any clients he may get. And the kicker is that he's used a photo of hisparent's house on the business card as an example of his work. That would be like me using a picture of canned ravioli on my catering business card.
Anyway, I think that's all I've got to say about this subject for now. There is much much more I could say, but that would only serve to work myself up, and I've been worked up about this for long enough now. But at least now, if I go off on a rampage about my neighbors from hell, you'll have a little background info and won't wonder what the heck I'm talking about.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Thursday, February 05, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
So after tracking down a Wii order at Costco, and finally getting it, today is the first day I was able to give it a spin. The problem is that we don't have a television. We watch DVDs and Netflix on our computer. Our screen is a decent size for a computer screen, so I'm not complaining, but the Wii and our computer didn't recognize each other, so that put a damper on our Wii fun. But then the brilliant man of the house figured something out, and I can now use my Wii, but it is run through some adaptor thingy, which slows down the response time between the remote and when it is actually recognized by the system. Frustrating, but usable.
What I really wanted to use for now was the bowling game. I played it once at a friend's house last year, and the next day my butt was so sore I figured it would be a good starting workout until we can get a television and the Fit or Dance Party. So today I started up the Wii and found that the delay didn't really impede the bowling game. Great. The only problem was that after one game I got a strong craving for a basket of fried cheese sticks and a pitcher of beer.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Just after Thanksgiving, Luna the female kitty, began making that horrible yowling noise. Anyone who has ever had kitties, knows what that horrible yowling noise means, and how annoying it is to put up with. I thought, "surely no, she's barely four months old," but when I saw her brother, HER BROTHER (disgusting little animals), try to mount her my suspicions were confirmed. She was promptly scooped up, and cloistered to the office. And that is where she has remained for the better part of two months now. I felt bad, but a litter of inborn kittens would have made me feel worse. And she did have visitors, it's not like she's been without contact the entire time.
This day might have come sooner, but no one would spay/neuter the kitties before they were six months old. Seems strange to me, if we're all trying to help fix the pet overpopulation problem, then why not take care of the situation when it occurs? I've adopted pets much younger than six months, and the animal shelter would not adopt them out until they were fixed, despite the age. So I'm not convinced this whole six months age requirement thing is necessary. But whatever. We've survived it, the kitties are coming home this afternoon, my office can return to an office, and hopefully life can return to normal. Or as normal as it ever is.
Now I know that my husband is bugged that we even have to do this, and the cost of it all, but I found a low cost spay neuter clinic, Texas Coalition for Animal Protection,
that travels from animal shelter to animal shelter. So for what the local vet charges ($119 per animal), I got all three kitties done for $1 more. It's like a buy one, get two free. And after seeing our local animal shelter I've decided that if we ever hit the lotto, I'll be making a major donation. Sadly it's barely a trailer with some kennels on the side. Oh the many many things I'd like to do with lotto winnings.