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Thursday, November 11, 2010
random likes and dislikes
Because you know you've been dying to know these things about me . . .
Dislikes
Werewolves: Seriously, if you know me, then you already know this about me. I hate werewolves. No, I despise, loathe, detest werewolves. If you're wanting to give me a heart attack, show up anywhere I am dressed as a werewolf. I will undoubtedly faint, poop, and die. I just don't the exact order in which I'll do that. I'm just going to stop now. I'm getting all heebie-jeebied.
Baboons: I don't like them. Never have. I'm pretty sure it's their obscene ass and their unfortunate nose. What's more is that I think they're smug. Like a fat guy at the beach that thinks he's hot. You're not, fat guy and you're not either, baboons. Stop it.
I don't think I'd feel the least bit sad if I heard baboons were on the verge of extinction.
Likes
Sock Puppets: Seriously, need I say more? Sock puppets are all kinds of awesome and hilarious! If anyone ever wants to give me really bad news and does it with a sock puppet, I'd probably be cracking up. "You're fired", "Here are your eviction papers", and "The dog ate your wedding band" would all be gladly applauded if delivered by someone wearing a sock puppet. Awesome.
Looney Tunes: Again, total awesomeness. My husband says that I say at least one looney tunes quote a day. I'm not going to comment on that except to say that I've considered putting my name and "Genius" on my mailbox.
I also feel like a grumpy old man about Looney tunes because when I see some of the crap cartoons my kids watch now, I say something like "What's this? These cartoons aren't any good. Now, Bugs Bunny, those were cartoons!".
This link today. I was in tears while reading some of these. Mostly because I understood. I wrote muahahaha once and it turned into "mustaches". Not cool . . . and definitely NOT what I was going for.
Dislikes
Werewolves: Seriously, if you know me, then you already know this about me. I hate werewolves. No, I despise, loathe, detest werewolves. If you're wanting to give me a heart attack, show up anywhere I am dressed as a werewolf. I will undoubtedly faint, poop, and die. I just don't the exact order in which I'll do that. I'm just going to stop now. I'm getting all heebie-jeebied.
Baboons: I don't like them. Never have. I'm pretty sure it's their obscene ass and their unfortunate nose. What's more is that I think they're smug. Like a fat guy at the beach that thinks he's hot. You're not, fat guy and you're not either, baboons. Stop it.
I don't think I'd feel the least bit sad if I heard baboons were on the verge of extinction.
Likes
Sock Puppets: Seriously, need I say more? Sock puppets are all kinds of awesome and hilarious! If anyone ever wants to give me really bad news and does it with a sock puppet, I'd probably be cracking up. "You're fired", "Here are your eviction papers", and "The dog ate your wedding band" would all be gladly applauded if delivered by someone wearing a sock puppet. Awesome.
Looney Tunes: Again, total awesomeness. My husband says that I say at least one looney tunes quote a day. I'm not going to comment on that except to say that I've considered putting my name and "Genius" on my mailbox.
I also feel like a grumpy old man about Looney tunes because when I see some of the crap cartoons my kids watch now, I say something like "What's this? These cartoons aren't any good. Now, Bugs Bunny, those were cartoons!".
This link today. I was in tears while reading some of these. Mostly because I understood. I wrote muahahaha once and it turned into "mustaches". Not cool . . . and definitely NOT what I was going for.
Tuesday, November 09, 2010
{{almost}} right
My mom has this tendency to get things almost right. Not quite right . . . just almost right. The latest was that she told me she wants to watch "The Girl that Played with Matches". It's "fire", Mom, she played with fire. I made fun of her for a while and started saying things like "The Girl with the Dragon Body Art". She's always doing this, especially with all things pop culture. She's talked to me about that "Kane" guy, you know, the one that interrupted the country-singer girl. She likes to watch Law & Order SVU. She recently asked if Brianna still likes Miley Montana. She wants to watch The Deadly Hallows.
It's really quite hilarious, but if I stayed here typing up all the "almost right" things she says, I'd be here forever. I should get her this for Christmas.
It's really quite hilarious, but if I stayed here typing up all the "almost right" things she says, I'd be here forever. I should get her this for Christmas.
Thursday, November 04, 2010
total Brianna post
Today I'm making a quick post to congratulate my baby bird, Brianna. Although, she is a typical rotten tween, she saves all her rottenness for me. I have to admit that she is quite the lovely and smart young lady everywhere else. As a result, she is one of 33 students chosen from her school to attend a marine biology trip to the Catalina Islands towards the end of the school year. She is VERY involved in school. She's a cheerleader, a member of student council, a member of the enriched learning program, in choir, and in drama club. Yes, I'm proud. Busy, but proud. Here she is at one of her pep rallies. She's the 2nd one from the left.
Now, since I was missing from bloggyland for so long, I'm just going to make a total Brianna post. Let's catch up, shall we?
Brianna got braces last year. Here's her last "without" picture. There are three ostriches and Brianna. Guess which is which.
After the braces came the haircut. She LOVED it. I thought she looked very pretty, but it bothered me how grown up she looked all of a sudden.
Brianna cooking in class. I think it was a measurement lesson. She made something called puppy chow.
In Mt. Lemmon pretending to be a moose.
She joined OM again. Here she is helping a friend with his costume.
Here she is with her friend just after they performed in the school talent show.
Brianna playing a cop in their production of The Pir@tes of Penzance.
Brianna with my mom as we were leaving a baseball game. Her "C@mp Half-Blood" shirt will tell you what book series she's waaayyyyy into and which team was playing (Ann@beth wears their cap).
That's all I have time to post now. Doesn't she look sweet? I suppose it's a sign of good parenting to know that the eye-rolling, back-talking and "whatevers" are exclusively for me. Ah, I should call my mom and apologize for my own behavior from ages 11-13ish.
Now, since I was missing from bloggyland for so long, I'm just going to make a total Brianna post. Let's catch up, shall we?
Brianna got braces last year. Here's her last "without" picture. There are three ostriches and Brianna. Guess which is which.
After the braces came the haircut. She LOVED it. I thought she looked very pretty, but it bothered me how grown up she looked all of a sudden.
Brianna cooking in class. I think it was a measurement lesson. She made something called puppy chow.
In Mt. Lemmon pretending to be a moose.
She joined OM again. Here she is helping a friend with his costume.
Here she is with her friend just after they performed in the school talent show.
Brianna playing a cop in their production of The Pir@tes of Penzance.
Brianna with my mom as we were leaving a baseball game. Her "C@mp Half-Blood" shirt will tell you what book series she's waaayyyyy into and which team was playing (Ann@beth wears their cap).
That's all I have time to post now. Doesn't she look sweet? I suppose it's a sign of good parenting to know that the eye-rolling, back-talking and "whatevers" are exclusively for me. Ah, I should call my mom and apologize for my own behavior from ages 11-13ish.
Wednesday, November 03, 2010
Pauper Yvett
Within the past few days, my son has gone from saying that we "have a lot of dollars" to "we can't afford anything that costs more than $10". Let me explain . . . on Halloween night, we were SWAMPED with kids and ran out of candies. Rodrigo and Alec headed to the store for some things and Rodrigo decided to get some more candies. He saw a bag for $13 but casually mentioned (sort of like talking to himself) that $13 was "too expensive". In his defense, it was too expensive for last minute candies for the few trick or treaters we'd still get. We can, in fact, afford to spend $13.
I suppose Alec ran with this, though. . . .
We've been getting toy catalogs in the mail and he was looking through them. I heard him in the other room saying things like "Oh, this is cool, but it's too expensive. I like this! Too bad we can't afford it. Aww, I want this, but it's $20". Curious, I asked why he thought things were too expensive, he gave me the explanation I already gave you and I found it extremely hard to not laugh too hard.
Now I'll have to explain to him that we actually have more than $10, before he goes and tells half the school.
I suppose Alec ran with this, though. . . .
We've been getting toy catalogs in the mail and he was looking through them. I heard him in the other room saying things like "Oh, this is cool, but it's too expensive. I like this! Too bad we can't afford it. Aww, I want this, but it's $20". Curious, I asked why he thought things were too expensive, he gave me the explanation I already gave you and I found it extremely hard to not laugh too hard.
Now I'll have to explain to him that we actually have more than $10, before he goes and tells half the school.
Tuesday, November 02, 2010
the non-musical
For weeks now, Alec has been practicing for the 2nd grade musical. It's a patriotic theme (since it was scheduled for Election Night). He's memorized the songs and moves and has taken it very seriously. I made sure the camera battery is charged, remind Rodrigo that he has to leave work early today, just planned everything for today. So I go get him from school and just as I'd parked, my cell phone rings. It was the school nurse. Alec is running a fever of 102 degrees and isn't feeling well at all. Suck. He needs to be fever-free for at least 24 hours before he can go back to school. Poor thing. He was sooooo disappointed about not being able to be in the musical.
Oh well, he's been asleep pretty much since we got home from school. : ( I know that's the best thing for him right now. Soup, sleep and cuddles should do the trick.
Oh well, he's been asleep pretty much since we got home from school. : ( I know that's the best thing for him right now. Soup, sleep and cuddles should do the trick.
Monday, November 01, 2010
Late World Cup update
Let's talk sports, yes? I bet you guys thought that since I was MIA during the World Cup that you'd be let off scot-free. Wrong. I watched 64 matches. Yes, 64 and although I'm not going to go into detail about the matches, I HAVE to tell you about what was so different about this year. We. Were. Connected. That's right. I would sit and watch with my handy dandy arm extension . . er . . I mean iPad at my side and watch while "talking" with my friends all over the world. It was amazing! I loved being able to get reactions and talk smack with my friends. Wow, I kept thinking about just how different technology became in four short years. I don't think I'd heard about FB four years ago. I couldn't have even imagined the iPad yet. I wonder how it'll be four years from now . . .
Here's what I remember about WC's so far (since I'm sure you want to know) . . .
-2010: Totally connected WC. Amazing!
- 2006: We were moving to Arizona during this WC. We caught some of the matches at a hotel when we were here looking for houses. Oh, and that head-butt!
- 2002: This one was in Japan. We were living in an apartment and I was waking up at dreadful hours to catch live matches.
- 1998: I was a flight attendant living in Phoenix. My mom and brother went to spend a part of summer vacation there and we'd watch matches in the apartment.
- 1994: I honestly don't really remember much about this one. It was in the US, but this is when I graduated high school, so I suppose I was busy with other things. : S
-1990: I was about to go into high school. My grandparents went out of town and I was allowed to house sit for them. I remember watching some matches while listening to the radio at the same time thinking I could somehow get in trouble for that.
-1986: This one was in Mexico. My dad watched the matches in Spanish and I STILL remember the theme song.
That's all I remember.
Here's what I remember about WC's so far (since I'm sure you want to know) . . .
-2010: Totally connected WC. Amazing!
- 2006: We were moving to Arizona during this WC. We caught some of the matches at a hotel when we were here looking for houses. Oh, and that head-butt!
- 2002: This one was in Japan. We were living in an apartment and I was waking up at dreadful hours to catch live matches.
- 1998: I was a flight attendant living in Phoenix. My mom and brother went to spend a part of summer vacation there and we'd watch matches in the apartment.
- 1994: I honestly don't really remember much about this one. It was in the US, but this is when I graduated high school, so I suppose I was busy with other things. : S
-1990: I was about to go into high school. My grandparents went out of town and I was allowed to house sit for them. I remember watching some matches while listening to the radio at the same time thinking I could somehow get in trouble for that.
-1986: This one was in Mexico. My dad watched the matches in Spanish and I STILL remember the theme song.
That's all I remember.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Brianna's wrist
Two of my babies (one furry and one non-furry) had paw issues within the last couple of weeks. This past Friday, Brianna went in to get a ganglion cyst removed. The pediatrician had seen it before and we were waiting to see if it would get smaller or go away. No such luck. We were told (jokingly, not as a recommendation) that people used to smash them with bibles. Not having one of those, Rodrigo and I considered smashing it with the Deathly Hallows. Briefly, and not seriously, mind you. Then, of course, we heard another old wives tale: placing copper on the wrist and wrapping it up. She never felt any pain on it. She did her normal activities including cheerleading without constraints. But, it had been a while and it was time to have it removed.
Here's now big the cyst was. . .
It was a full-on surgery, but she's a whole lot better now. I take that back, she can't text because her arm is in a splint, so the world is ending.
Here's now big the cyst was. . .
It was a full-on surgery, but she's a whole lot better now. I take that back, she can't text because her arm is in a splint, so the world is ending.
Wednesday, October 06, 2010
then and now
I missed my blog. I really did. There were many, many times when I'd start "writing" a post in my mind but never actually do it. I also started lots of drafts and changed my template a couple of times without actually posting anything. I can't stress enough how much I think FB status updates contributed to my bloggy neglect. I wanted to share this, though. A lot of my FB friends and just overall friends I talk about are bloggy friends I've actually never met. We've been reading about each other for years and together have gone through weddings, deaths, moving away, having babies, careers . . just life. You guys know who you are. It's incredible to see my bloggy friends that have had babies and those babies are now kids.
I started my blog at the end of 2003 when my own kiddies looked like this. . .
Here's how they look now. . .
Ugh, I'm old. I have a daughter in middle school and a son in 2nd grade. Oddly, my maturity level hasn't changed.
I started my blog at the end of 2003 when my own kiddies looked like this. . .
Here's how they look now. . .
Ugh, I'm old. I have a daughter in middle school and a son in 2nd grade. Oddly, my maturity level hasn't changed.
Tuesday, October 05, 2010
What?!?! A Post?
Yeah, it's me. Although most everyone that comes on here has kept up with me, I thought I'd pop in and give this another try. My blog was killed off by the 420 character status update. I've been asked if and when I was returning to blogging, asked about the kids and how they're doing, asked about how my hair is now, but believe it or not, being asked about Badger is what brought me back.
He's doing much better, thank you. So, here's the story . . . he goes outside every morning and every evening to "do this business" and run around for a while. Last week, he came back in and was licking his paw and sort of limping. It didn't seem like a big deal because he got over it quickly. The next day, he was still licking so we went and got him some first aid stuff at the pet store assuming it was a little cut. He treated him and bandaged it up. The next morning we noticed blood on the bandage, so off to the vet we went.
So, you know how dogs have an extra little paw pad going up their leg? Badger nearly tore his off. (wince here) It seems like he got caught on something and pulled away. We don't know on what seeing as to how we hardly have anything in the yard, but he found a way. Anyway, he needed stitches and apart from having to wear a cone, he's a lot better.
Badger after getting home . . bandaged paw and still a bit sedated.
Badger's better now, but has to wear the cone of shame until the 16th.
So that's the news on my furry baby. Maybe soon I'll post about my human babies and what's been going on with us.
He's doing much better, thank you. So, here's the story . . . he goes outside every morning and every evening to "do this business" and run around for a while. Last week, he came back in and was licking his paw and sort of limping. It didn't seem like a big deal because he got over it quickly. The next day, he was still licking so we went and got him some first aid stuff at the pet store assuming it was a little cut. He treated him and bandaged it up. The next morning we noticed blood on the bandage, so off to the vet we went.
So, you know how dogs have an extra little paw pad going up their leg? Badger nearly tore his off. (wince here) It seems like he got caught on something and pulled away. We don't know on what seeing as to how we hardly have anything in the yard, but he found a way. Anyway, he needed stitches and apart from having to wear a cone, he's a lot better.
Badger after getting home . . bandaged paw and still a bit sedated.
Badger's better now, but has to wear the cone of shame until the 16th.
So that's the news on my furry baby. Maybe soon I'll post about my human babies and what's been going on with us.
Monday, August 17, 2009
salad overload
I hosted a salad swap at my house this past weekend. It was DELICIOUS! I'd had the idea for a while, but just hadn't actually done it. I finally decided to, my friends loved the idea and so it happened. It was only six couples (and kids) and here are all the salads we had . . .
- rice salad (with beef, bacon and chorizo)
- black bean & corn salad
- tomato salad
- taco salad (oddly, with Doritos, but it was sooooo good!)
- potato salad (made with ranch dressing and bacon bits)
- Greek salad
- couscous salad
- pasta salad
- dessert ambrosia salad
- fruit salad
Seriously, I was wishing I had worn elastic pants or something. I had a little of each one and then went back for seconds. Everyone brought a huge bowl, so it was a lot of food. We all loved it and are looking forward to the next swaps: soup, cookies & ornaments, and of course, scary food! Yum! I can't wait.
feeling: I need to put on my glasses
watching: Countdown
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
me and you
Brianna's teacher has a tickets prize system. Each week, they get a ticket for each day. Extra tickets are given out for good behavior and are removed as penalties. On Fridays, they can enter as many tickets as they'd like for a drawing.
Here's what I love . . . . as of this week, they are being charged a ticket for the misuse of subjective and objective pronouns. I. Love. It. Oh, and not only in their assignments, but in conversation too. Isn't that all kinds of awesome? Now if they'd do the same for double negatives (that don't make a positive) and gratuitous apostrophes, I'd be in grammar heaven.
Since then, Rodrigo and I have been purposely speaking incorrectly. We've said things like, "Me and Dada are going to watch this" or "Come upstairs with Badger and I". I am uber proud to say that Brianna has cringed at each of these instances. My job here is done. (imagine me bowing here).
feeling: I need a cleaning lady
listening to: Ra Ra Riot (Can You Tell) <--- I don't how many times I've heard this song this summer, but I LOVE it!
Here's what I love . . . . as of this week, they are being charged a ticket for the misuse of subjective and objective pronouns. I. Love. It. Oh, and not only in their assignments, but in conversation too. Isn't that all kinds of awesome? Now if they'd do the same for double negatives (that don't make a positive) and gratuitous apostrophes, I'd be in grammar heaven.
Since then, Rodrigo and I have been purposely speaking incorrectly. We've said things like, "Me and Dada are going to watch this" or "Come upstairs with Badger and I". I am uber proud to say that Brianna has cringed at each of these instances. My job here is done. (imagine me bowing here).
feeling: I need a cleaning lady
listening to: Ra Ra Riot (Can You Tell) <--- I don't how many times I've heard this song this summer, but I LOVE it!
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
chez yvett
Yesterday, on the phone, Rodrigo was on his way home.
him: what's for dinner?
me: pot roast
him: mmmmmm. What did you put in it?
me: salt, pepper, garlic and onion, of course. and carrots. and celery. and cumin. and worcestershire sauce. and sage. and thyme . . . and . . .
him: no bacon?
me. BACON? in a pot roast?
him: well, yeah, in anything
I have to tell you. He loves bacon. Who doesn't right, but he LOVES, loves, loves bacon. He loves it so much that for a while now he's been talking about opening a restaurant and calling it Bacon. I tell him it's not a good idea because it sounds really sort of unhealthy. His whole idea is that everything would have bacon in it. Eww. I mean, I like bacon and all, but not in everything.
I have a restaurant idea too. Well, it's not so much a restaurant but a place where people can go prepare their own dinners and cook them at home. I'd have all the ingredients (already prepped), recipes and "cooking" space. Families could choose the dinners (the amount of dinners, the food and the quantity) then assemble it, take it home, freeze it and cook it throughout the week. It's basically cooking without all the prep work and clean-up. I love my idea and think it would be a hit around here. Idea #2 is a mommy cafe sort of establishment. A full coffee house with a play area, play monitors, and a kids' menu. There are a lot of moms around here who want to be able to go hang out at a coffee place for a while and not have super bored kids. Now, if there are any independently wealthy people out there who are just willing to gift some money for business start up costs . . . . . I'm right here! If only.
I think everyone knows how they'd have their own restaurant. Doesn't everyone have their own dream place in mind? Do share. I love hearing everyone's concepts. (Be assured that I won't take it).
feeling: please rain, please rain, please rain, please rain
listening to: Muse (Uprising)
him: what's for dinner?
me: pot roast
him: mmmmmm. What did you put in it?
me: salt, pepper, garlic and onion, of course. and carrots. and celery. and cumin. and worcestershire sauce. and sage. and thyme . . . and . . .
him: no bacon?
me. BACON? in a pot roast?
him: well, yeah, in anything
I have to tell you. He loves bacon. Who doesn't right, but he LOVES, loves, loves bacon. He loves it so much that for a while now he's been talking about opening a restaurant and calling it Bacon. I tell him it's not a good idea because it sounds really sort of unhealthy. His whole idea is that everything would have bacon in it. Eww. I mean, I like bacon and all, but not in everything.
I have a restaurant idea too. Well, it's not so much a restaurant but a place where people can go prepare their own dinners and cook them at home. I'd have all the ingredients (already prepped), recipes and "cooking" space. Families could choose the dinners (the amount of dinners, the food and the quantity) then assemble it, take it home, freeze it and cook it throughout the week. It's basically cooking without all the prep work and clean-up. I love my idea and think it would be a hit around here. Idea #2 is a mommy cafe sort of establishment. A full coffee house with a play area, play monitors, and a kids' menu. There are a lot of moms around here who want to be able to go hang out at a coffee place for a while and not have super bored kids. Now, if there are any independently wealthy people out there who are just willing to gift some money for business start up costs . . . . . I'm right here! If only.
I think everyone knows how they'd have their own restaurant. Doesn't everyone have their own dream place in mind? Do share. I love hearing everyone's concepts. (Be assured that I won't take it).
feeling: please rain, please rain, please rain, please rain
listening to: Muse (Uprising)
Friday, August 07, 2009
I'm not ready . . .
-sigh- I'm old. My baby is growing up quickly. Although I have to say that a lot of the things that little kids are doing now were unheard of when I was that age. I guess I've finally turned into that "when I was your age" type of person. I'm freaking out. My daughter, age 10, has been invited to a hotel party this weekend. I. Am. Not. Kidding.
The girl having the party is one of Brianna's bestfriendsinthewholewideworldforever (yes, that's one word because they pronounce it in a single breath). You know how that goes. Brianna was very excited when she got the invitation. Then I read it. I fainted, my eyes popped out cartoon style, then I quickly recovered and smiled at Brianna. I must have rapidly blinked about a million times to make sure that I was reading correctly. A hotel party? For 10 year olds? What kind of joke was this?
Once Brianna was in her room later, I called the mom giving the party. I immediately felt better because she went on to explain that her daughter has practically been begging for a slumber party at a hotel because of some show or movie that she saw. The mom finally gave in with certain rules. There are only going to be four girls (including the birthday girl) and the mom and grandmother are going to be with them at all times. I could tell she was struggling with whether or not this was age appropriate. She seemed to apologizing at the same time as explaining that this was her daughter's biggest wish, basically. The girls are going to be swimming and watching movies and basically just hanging out like they always do.
Another thing . . . . . I recently ran into another mom from school who asked me if Brianna and -boy's name- were still dating. WHAT? Dating? They're 10! I sort of laughed and she told me that her son (who is a the same group of friends) and other kids say that Brianna and -boy's name- are dating AND Brianna and -boy's name- know that their friends say that and are fine with it. Now, I don't know what dating as a 10 year old entails but from what I can gather, it's saying that you are, walking together and talking on the phone. In which case, yes, I suppose they are. I told Rodrigo and he sort of laughed and said that they should have lunch dates and -boy's name- should put Brianna's lunch on his tab. Bwah, ha, ha! Again, -boy's name's- parents have been fabulous. Both his mom and dad called, asked permission for their son to be able to call and email Brianna and let me know that I could call them about any concerns. I thanked them and asked them to do the same. His mom even made Brianna a pair of earrings for -boy's name- to give her as an end of year gift this past May. (Brianna and hotel party girl spent much of that afternoon giggling in Brianna room looking at the earrings and talking about -boy's name- and other crushes)
Doesn't this all sound like the kind of stuff we did in middle school and high school? By the conversations I've had with these two sets of parents and others, we all really feel that same way. It's just the kids are really more advanced than we were. I think we all feel like we have to have open communication with them rather than not allow them to do stuff. We all know what happens when we're forbidden to do things. -sigh- Isn't this all too fast? Am I being old fashioned? Tell me something to make me feel better.
feeling: like a bitter old lady
listening to: Phoenix (1901)
The girl having the party is one of Brianna's bestfriendsinthewholewideworldforever (yes, that's one word because they pronounce it in a single breath). You know how that goes. Brianna was very excited when she got the invitation. Then I read it. I fainted, my eyes popped out cartoon style, then I quickly recovered and smiled at Brianna. I must have rapidly blinked about a million times to make sure that I was reading correctly. A hotel party? For 10 year olds? What kind of joke was this?
Once Brianna was in her room later, I called the mom giving the party. I immediately felt better because she went on to explain that her daughter has practically been begging for a slumber party at a hotel because of some show or movie that she saw. The mom finally gave in with certain rules. There are only going to be four girls (including the birthday girl) and the mom and grandmother are going to be with them at all times. I could tell she was struggling with whether or not this was age appropriate. She seemed to apologizing at the same time as explaining that this was her daughter's biggest wish, basically. The girls are going to be swimming and watching movies and basically just hanging out like they always do.
Another thing . . . . . I recently ran into another mom from school who asked me if Brianna and -boy's name- were still dating. WHAT? Dating? They're 10! I sort of laughed and she told me that her son (who is a the same group of friends) and other kids say that Brianna and -boy's name- are dating AND Brianna and -boy's name- know that their friends say that and are fine with it. Now, I don't know what dating as a 10 year old entails but from what I can gather, it's saying that you are, walking together and talking on the phone. In which case, yes, I suppose they are. I told Rodrigo and he sort of laughed and said that they should have lunch dates and -boy's name- should put Brianna's lunch on his tab. Bwah, ha, ha! Again, -boy's name's- parents have been fabulous. Both his mom and dad called, asked permission for their son to be able to call and email Brianna and let me know that I could call them about any concerns. I thanked them and asked them to do the same. His mom even made Brianna a pair of earrings for -boy's name- to give her as an end of year gift this past May. (Brianna and hotel party girl spent much of that afternoon giggling in Brianna room looking at the earrings and talking about -boy's name- and other crushes)
Doesn't this all sound like the kind of stuff we did in middle school and high school? By the conversations I've had with these two sets of parents and others, we all really feel that same way. It's just the kids are really more advanced than we were. I think we all feel like we have to have open communication with them rather than not allow them to do stuff. We all know what happens when we're forbidden to do things. -sigh- Isn't this all too fast? Am I being old fashioned? Tell me something to make me feel better.
feeling: like a bitter old lady
listening to: Phoenix (1901)
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
third of all . . . .
Rodrigo was talking to me about work . . .
him: first of all . . . blah, blah, blah (what was said here is not important, plus I only understand a little of his work talk)
me: and then?
him: and then what?
me: I was expecting more
him: no that's it
me: oh, I thought it would be a list of things
him: why a list?
me: because you started off by saying "first of all". I was expecting at least a "second of all".
him: oh.
me: and you do that a lot; start off saying "first of all" when there's just one thing
him: (laughing) so I should say "last of all" or "only of all"?
me: no maybe just start off with what you want to say in the first place
him: finally . . .
me: (laughing)
He makes me laugh every single day. It may not even be things that are funny to others, but he cracks me up.
feeling: I can't wait for our TV to get fixed
listening to: Weezer (Dope Nose)
him: first of all . . . blah, blah, blah (what was said here is not important, plus I only understand a little of his work talk)
me: and then?
him: and then what?
me: I was expecting more
him: no that's it
me: oh, I thought it would be a list of things
him: why a list?
me: because you started off by saying "first of all". I was expecting at least a "second of all".
him: oh.
me: and you do that a lot; start off saying "first of all" when there's just one thing
him: (laughing) so I should say "last of all" or "only of all"?
me: no maybe just start off with what you want to say in the first place
him: finally . . .
me: (laughing)
He makes me laugh every single day. It may not even be things that are funny to others, but he cracks me up.
feeling: I can't wait for our TV to get fixed
listening to: Weezer (Dope Nose)
Monday, July 20, 2009
"summer" school
You know what I like to do in the middle of the summer in Arizona when it's super hot and you can't even walk out without feeling like you're about to burst into flames? I like to send my kids back to school. Yes, today was their first day back to school. I do feel sorry for them because it is sooooooo hot outside right now, but I have to admit I love this year-round calendar. It doesn't allow them time to get bored either at home or at school.
We went supply shopping this past weekend, which I love. Well, I hate the crowds, but I love new supplies. I remember getting a big new box of crayons and reorganizing them all. With my kids, the big thing is choosing a new bag or backpack. That seems to be about as important as naming a child or something. That's the only part I dread.
This year, it was a breeze! Simone Legno of tokidoki fame designed a line of school supplies for Target. Brianna saw this messenger bag and went straight for it. No messing around. That's just all kinds of awesome!
What I loved even more is that she's getting a tokidoki-ish looking bag and I'm not paying the tokidoki price. This bag was $20.
feeling: OMG it is soooooo hot outside!
listening to: The Dead Weather (Treat Me Like Your Mother)
We went supply shopping this past weekend, which I love. Well, I hate the crowds, but I love new supplies. I remember getting a big new box of crayons and reorganizing them all. With my kids, the big thing is choosing a new bag or backpack. That seems to be about as important as naming a child or something. That's the only part I dread.
This year, it was a breeze! Simone Legno of tokidoki fame designed a line of school supplies for Target. Brianna saw this messenger bag and went straight for it. No messing around. That's just all kinds of awesome!
What I loved even more is that she's getting a tokidoki-ish looking bag and I'm not paying the tokidoki price. This bag was $20.
feeling: OMG it is soooooo hot outside!
listening to: The Dead Weather (Treat Me Like Your Mother)
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
playing with my template
Don't panic . . . I'm working on my template. If all goes well -keep your fingers crossed- I'll have finally managed to make something very, very close to what I've always had in mind. Yes, make it, as in by myself. If it doesn't turn out, well, we'll see how that goes. Wish me luck.
UPDATE
As it turns out, I'm an idiot. Yes. I. Am. I started this blog back in 2003. Yes, back when blogger was just blogger and had nothing to do with google. I've only ever upgraded anything that we were forced to. Meaning that I still had the old "classic" template style where you had to mess and mess with the code to make any sort of change. Well, I finally gave in and changed to the "new" template style. Oh. My. Goodness. It is soooooo easy! Why didn't anyone tell me?!?!?!?! You can just add links by clicking and not have to worry if you spaced it and remembered to put things like < li >. Oh, I've wasted soooooo much time. Why? (As I look up into the air, my hands balled up into fists)
I'm still not done with what I want to do. I'm trying to center my sidebar titles without actually centering the links and such. I'm giving up now because my eyes are shot and all I see is a bunch of jumbled letters.
Oh, and I also want to find a picture I really, really want. For now I'm sticking with crayons as that's what we're doing now. Can you believe my kiddies go back to school on Monday? Anyway, now I'm rambling . . . .
feeling: hopeful
listening to: Metric (Help I'm Alive)
UPDATE
As it turns out, I'm an idiot. Yes. I. Am. I started this blog back in 2003. Yes, back when blogger was just blogger and had nothing to do with google. I've only ever upgraded anything that we were forced to. Meaning that I still had the old "classic" template style where you had to mess and mess with the code to make any sort of change. Well, I finally gave in and changed to the "new" template style. Oh. My. Goodness. It is soooooo easy! Why didn't anyone tell me?!?!?!?! You can just add links by clicking and not have to worry if you spaced it and remembered to put things like < li >. Oh, I've wasted soooooo much time. Why? (As I look up into the air, my hands balled up into fists)
I'm still not done with what I want to do. I'm trying to center my sidebar titles without actually centering the links and such. I'm giving up now because my eyes are shot and all I see is a bunch of jumbled letters.
Oh, and I also want to find a picture I really, really want. For now I'm sticking with crayons as that's what we're doing now. Can you believe my kiddies go back to school on Monday? Anyway, now I'm rambling . . . .
feeling: hopeful
listening to: Metric (Help I'm Alive)
Saturday, July 11, 2009
the sun is out and up and down again
It's my birthday today and though I usually tend to lean towards the dramatics of crying over getting older, I'm good with my age now. Mainly because I sort of skipped last year. For some reason, I never remembered my age and always said that I was as old as I'm turning today. So now it feels like I'm the same age for two years. I mean, I didn't do it on purpose. It was just one of those things. The same thing happened to be when I was 27, only it was backwards. I kept thinking I was 26.
Anyway, today I turn this many. Lovely song, lovely video, hopefully it'll be a lovely year.
Anyway, today I turn this many. Lovely song, lovely video, hopefully it'll be a lovely year.
Thursday, July 09, 2009
hot, hot, hot!!!!
My parents are coming over this weekend. I just got off the phone with my mom who was asking if it's going to be really hot here this weekend. "A little", was my response. What do you think?
To my defense, that was sort of a silly question. I live in Arizona. It's hot here in the winter, what would she expect during the summer?
. . . . . but it's a dry heat.
feeling: I guess I'll be indoors this whole weekend
listening to: Santigold (Lights Out)
To my defense, that was sort of a silly question. I live in Arizona. It's hot here in the winter, what would she expect during the summer?
. . . . . but it's a dry heat.
feeling: I guess I'll be indoors this whole weekend
listening to: Santigold (Lights Out)
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
lazy yvett
I've done it. I've reached the epitome of all things lazy. I am now reading two books. Is it because . . . .
1. I can't decide which one I want to read more?
2. I crave literacy so much that one book at a time won't suffice?
3. I am now a book reviewer and I need to read both for an assignment?
If you picked any of these, you'd be wrong. The reason is that I'm keeping one book upstairs and one book downstairs. There. Now you know about me.
The truth is that I usually don't do this. Well, I've really never done this, but it just got to be really annoying waking up on a Sunday morning, being the only person awake and not really wanting to get out of bed yet, reaching over to grab my book only to realize that I left it downstairs. ARGH! Or sitting down on my super comfortable couch in the living room, having a nice cup of something, reaching over for my book and realizing it's up on my nightstand.
I now have this book up on my nightstand. . . . .
. . . . and this one downstairs.
Since I am now a total expert on laziness reading two books at once, let me give you some tips.
1. Don't read two from a series. That is, of course, unless you've already read them and already know what happens. I imagine it would be super hard to read two from a series at the same time. I'd have been saying things like "WHAT DO YOU MEAN SIRIUS IS DEAD?" or "so where the heck is Edward this whole time?"
2. Don't read two similar books. The kind of language in the books I'm reading now cannot be confused with the other. I'm not transposing the plot of one to the other. Now, I have a few books that deal with or have some sort of foot binding scene in them, for example. I wouldn't read those two at the same time. I'd probably read them and be like "what? she already had them bound, why are they doing it again?" Or I'd confuse the friends or something. Am I making sense?
3. I can't think of anything else.
feeling: super lazy
listening to: Manchester Orchestra (I've Got Friends)
1. I can't decide which one I want to read more?
2. I crave literacy so much that one book at a time won't suffice?
3. I am now a book reviewer and I need to read both for an assignment?
If you picked any of these, you'd be wrong. The reason is that I'm keeping one book upstairs and one book downstairs. There. Now you know about me.
The truth is that I usually don't do this. Well, I've really never done this, but it just got to be really annoying waking up on a Sunday morning, being the only person awake and not really wanting to get out of bed yet, reaching over to grab my book only to realize that I left it downstairs. ARGH! Or sitting down on my super comfortable couch in the living room, having a nice cup of something, reaching over for my book and realizing it's up on my nightstand.
I now have this book up on my nightstand. . . . . 
. . . . and this one downstairs.
Since I am now a total expert on laziness reading two books at once, let me give you some tips.
1. Don't read two from a series. That is, of course, unless you've already read them and already know what happens. I imagine it would be super hard to read two from a series at the same time. I'd have been saying things like "WHAT DO YOU MEAN SIRIUS IS DEAD?" or "so where the heck is Edward this whole time?"
2. Don't read two similar books. The kind of language in the books I'm reading now cannot be confused with the other. I'm not transposing the plot of one to the other. Now, I have a few books that deal with or have some sort of foot binding scene in them, for example. I wouldn't read those two at the same time. I'd probably read them and be like "what? she already had them bound, why are they doing it again?" Or I'd confuse the friends or something. Am I making sense?
3. I can't think of anything else.
feeling: super lazy
listening to: Manchester Orchestra (I've Got Friends)
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