Vacation Blues

So...here I am at work (yes, I am blogging at work)....after a week long vacation with my didders, and brodder-in-laws in Idaho. We had so much fun and Juliet traveled very well! So here is my dilemma. I don't want to get back in to the swing of things. I mean who wants to come back to work after sleeping in, playing killer bunnies until 3 in the morning....sorry Tyler. :), eating cupcakes, napping and reading. Um...not me, that is for dang sure! O well, I will start work tomorrow. Today is just to re-acclimate myself with the environment. haha.

so, we have been training Juliet to go potty for owh.....I don't know, a good 6 months now. She can do it, just feels it unnecessary too. Case in point: when we were at Deborah's house she wore here little 'my little pony' panties the whole time. She had two accidents and the second one she only told me about after she had cleaned it up herself (was in the bathroom so not much needed to be cleaned up...thank goodness). She did wonderfully. I couldn't have been more excited about it. We get home....and back to the pullups. She wont' go potty for nothing. She gets all excited about the panties but then feels she really doesn't need to pay attention and messes. I feel like we have taken two steps back. I am half tempted to go back to Idaho until she is fully trained. But that wouldn't work. :) (nice thought though). We will continue to work with her but she is her mothers daughter and feels she needs to be stubborn and unmoving at this point in her life.....

So here is my funny story from vacation. (I changed the spelling so you would understand what I was saying compared to what was written) Deborah had asked me to make the chicken salad for dinner. (everyone was in the kitchen doing something or another so it was a tight fit). I got all the measuring utensils, after asking Deb. like 9 times where everything was and all the ingredients when I came across one that I didn't recognize. "hmm" I thought, " must be an Idaho thing" I look around in here cupboards, on the counter and in the fridge for this weird new ingredient, all the while wondering what it would taste like since I have had Chinese chicken salad before and don't recall this particular spice. Finally I wait until Deborah is finished talking to Mom about something and ask her "were is your Raymon seasoning" she looks at me and I can see here trying to flip through all her seasonings in her head to figure out if she forgot to get it or if it is someplace downstairs....then she blinks.."wait, my what?" she says as she takes the recipe from me...."your Raymon seasoning, I can't find it". She looks at me with her ' oh my poor didder' face and says...."you mean Ramon, as in Top Ramon seasoning" I blink at her like ya, where is it. then it slowly comes to me that that name sounds familiar....why does the spice sound familiar? "oh Ramon" I say.....I get it. Of course mom and Deborah start laughing, it quickly spreads throughout the house what a doofus I made of myself and then off we go making the rest of the Chinese chicken salad with the raymon seasoning, haha, and it was dang good too......

I knew what it was the whole time I was just trying to liven up the conversation....ya that's it. :)

Mini-me

So if anyone has met me...you have met my daughter. We are the same, we have the same sense of humor, the same uncontrollable need to push people to their limits, the same looks and attitude. In fact all my life my parents would tell me to "get that look of your face, I know what you thinking." I would, of course, give them the look that said..."ya, ok. whatever, like you would ever know what I am thinking." I gave in over the years and realized that I probably do wear my heart on my sleeve as they say because I have had several comments on how people can see what I am thinking. It wasn't until about a year ago Juliet was getting in trouble for something and I told her "look at me when I am talking to you young lady"....she turned and it hit me like a bulls eye "oh" I thought, " no wonder I got in trouble so dang much" You could totally see what she was thinking and the poor thing had no clue that it was that evident. Well about a week later we were out and about and some lady (no clue who she was, people just think they can come up and talk to your children) comes up and talks to Juliet. Well, she proceeds to talk in baby talk, like most adults do when they encounter a child - because apparently children don't understand words only babble. Juliet gives them the look "um, ok idiot, I can see I will have to talk slow to this one." then turns to me and gives me the "really? your ganna make me sit here and listen to this" look. I of course am so embarrassed I can hardly wait to scoot out of there. But like most of the adults that this has happened with, they think her looks are "adorable" an keep on walking. Phewww. one of these days one of them is going to catch on. I tell her she needs to be nice and she thinks...dang how did she know what I was thinking. "because I am a mommy and I can tell" meanwhile I am silently scolding myself because every child swears up and down they will never pull the because I am the mommy card. but we do and it works.

Well Juliet has a tendency to wrap daddy around her little finger and of course he goes willingly. They adore each other. The other day Jason had put Juliet in bed and she came back to our room for the umptinth time trying to find an excuse to stay out of bed. I have been trying to step back from being the sole discipliner and let Jason do it so she will respect both of us. So, I look at him and he tells her. " I have told you three times now, that if you got out of bed one more time you would get a spanking" she finds this somewhat amusing and just stands there. Jason was in the middle of brushing his teeth so he tries to finish up so he can follow through with his discipline. So she decides to come over and give some of her own punishment. She stand there, hands on hips and tells her daddy " you don't tell me to get a spanking....you get a spanking" and then proceeds to give her daddy three good swats on his butt. He is over the sing spitting out the remnants of his toothpaste. Meanwhile I am on the bed with my head in the pillows because I can't be caught laughing else all discipline goes out the window. I hear Jason say calmly "I don't think so, you do not spank me" and then I hear a little swatting sound and then a giggle and little feet pounding toward the bedroom. I come out of my pillow. Tears streaming down my face because I am laughing so hard and look at Jason, who in turn in biting his cheek ( that is what he does if he is thinking or trying not to laugh). I say "you handled that very well" and he says "really? because I feel like I just got spanked by a two year old".

It was one of the funniest things I have ever seen. oh. a good memory I will be sure to share with her when she has a child of her own, who feels it necessary to discipline her daddy. haha.

Had a funny thought

So here I am at the gym, I go every day, and I look around. I suddenly get this strange feeling that something is funny to me....so naturally I try to figure out what my mind thinks is so funny. It finally let me in on the joke. We were all little mice, running on our various variations of our wheels. I mean think about it, the whole idea of the gym is funny...you go and put your self in weird positions doing multiple reps of various exercises, while sweating like....well....use your own analogy there....all to look better. You purposely take time out of your day to make yourself look ridiculous to look better. And there I am jogging on my little treadmill (wheel) and see all my fellow gymers (mice) doing the same and we all couldn't have been more content. some watch CNN (to better your brain while getting in shape) most have headphones on listening to whatever music we need to either pump us up or calm us down....ohh aren't we smart mice? we can multi-task.


So of course I start laughing and all the mice look at me with eyes that say "how dare you think this is a joke.....we have to get our cheese....we have to get to the end of this dang wheel" I promptly pretended that they were all crazy and that I did no such thing as laugh at this precious ritual and continue to get to the end of my wheel. 20 minutes later, sweaty and thoroughly disgusted that I only burnt off 250 calories instead of my customary 320. I get down from my wheel, clean it off (that is what separates us from the animals - the ability to make rules to clean off your wheel when finished) and walk calmly through the vastness of the different types of machines and giggle on the way down the stairs. I am, of course, rewarded with everyone tyring to look at themselves and the people next to them to figure out what is so funny, before I disappear to go change and enter back into the real world.


Don't get me wrong. I like going to the gym, I feel tons better when I am done and I know that we have to take time out of our schedule to go and exercise because of our sit-down jobs, cars and TV....some of us just have to work harder to stay healthy. I am grateful that it is there and someone was smart enough to invent the machines that I so desperately need. I just thought a tad bit funny so had to share.

So here it is...

My sister Deborah, put a blog together and of course, I being the older but not so much wiser one, wanted to join in. So she told me where to go and here it is.

Our life isn't the most interesting of things to talk about, but I think we have a unique way of making just about every situation we come across....well....comical. for example: My parents spent a lot of time, money, emotions and prayers into opening a Dinners Ready. It was wonderful. We loved it. The family all helped and it was neat to drive by the store and say hey that's ours. Well unfortunately due to know fault of our own, the store was unable to stay open. Subsequently, they had to file bankruptcy, which included the houses (mine and my parents). Instead of making it out to be the most horrid thing that has ever happened to us, we did what we do best and turned it into a serious but funny running joke...that our family would end up living in a van...down by the river (from Chris Farley, Saturday night live skit). We laugh and it makes us feel better.

so you will probably see a lot of stories that one would find sad but we turn into a funny kind of memory. Don't think that we don't have our sad and angry at the world times ( I shake my fist at you....Deborah will know that one), but what is life if you can't enjoy it. We don't' want to go back with only sad and uneventful stories.....I mean we will have all eternity to tell our lives and I doubt I want to be stuck telling boring, woe is me, stories...right?

so thanks Didder (pet name for my sibs) for getting me going and yet again letting me look like i always copy you. haha.