Thursday, November 18, 2004

Stuff that made me smile....

*During the journey from school to home, my two girls in unison no less, "what's for dinner?" followed by the collective "EWWW!" I'm telling you these girls are talented.

*From a girl who sits behind me in Lit class, "Is that your real hair color? Cuz if it is, I am sooo jealous. I have always meant to tell you that I think it's really beautiful" It does a girl good to get a compliment now and again.

*From my four year old, just one of those out of the blue, for no apparent reason comments, "Mommy, I love our family"

*My god-how-did-I-get-so-lucky friend who chiseled out a couple of hours to talk with me long distance on how to revise my sorry ass paper for Lit class....I adore you!

*A long forgotten bag of caramels discovered in the back of the pantry

*My hilarious as she is wise 12 yr old who makes me laugh so hard I cry

*My discovery that flour tortillas, a can of vegetarian refried beans, some mild enchilada sauce and some shredded white cheddar make for a cheap and easy meal.

*Gas prices *were* down by almost .30 from the previous week

*Opening night of K's play. She was perfect!! She worked long and hard for the past three months and it really payed off.

Wednesday, November 10, 2004

Dear Mom.....

Inspired by Philip's suggestion , I remembered a particularly touching letter I received from my ten year old daughter two years ago:


thank you so much for always being there for me .... even when you where trying to work out your problems. some mothers would just sit there feeling sorry for them and them alone ... but no you are constantly taking care of me and j even in some of the hardest times in your life .

like ive told you and will continue telling you your a strong person even if you feel like some thirtyfour year old struggiling and juggiling two kids around. things arent always going to be perfect no matter what happens in your life. i mean think about it even in movies people who seem to have perfect lives in the beginning can end in the worst life ever. its sort of like planning to do somthing and it rains. you imagine it perfect but it turns out it just dosent work. life constantly gives you something new and exiting but sometimes you have too much stuff in your hands its just stressfull . im not a mother and surtanly not an audult but this i know for sure it takes a lot of work to be a good mother ...and you are one...even if you do stress out somtimes j isint old enough to under stand but i am old enough to under stand that every mom yelles even if its not very often they sure do yell and i'll tell you what with every thing you have in your life i would be yelling so much my tonsils would have to be taken out. belive me when i say your the best mom on the planet and i really apreciate being your freaky annoying little kid and so does j. she told me so in baby languige. see i can even spell how she told me behegbhgbgjwwwwrhgur see:) just kidding but she is happy. xoxo k

ps e-mail me back even if we do live in the same house:)

How did I get so lucky?

Saturday, November 06, 2004

Saved! and Sunk....

Another installment of the Best & Worst of this week:

*My philosophy professor reacting to the absurdity of our university's policy to test the fire alarm, without any sort of drill mind you, on the first day of each month:

Ahhhh...there it is. Our cue to practice burning to death. Arsonist everywhere, rejoice.

*A student arguing that "gay television, shows like Will & Grace and Queer Eye, should be banned from television since impressionable children watch it and think, "hey, maybe that's an option for me." These television shows are teaching kids that it's ok to be gay." Alrighty then.

*My biology professor in the process of explaning natural selection and sexual selection:

"The females in a species are very discriminatory. Eggs are very expensive to make. They are the gate keepers referring to a long list of criteria, and ultimately, dictate whether mating will occur. Whereas, the males in a given species are a lot less choosy. Sperm is cheap to produce. The male will pretty much mate with anything....members of their same species or not. Telephone pole, mailbox....after all, they don't want to pass up an opportunity.

*What's the difference between a single woman and a married woman?

The single woman comes home, looks in the fridge and goes to bed. The married woman comes home, looks at what's in the bed and goes to the fridge.

*I thought the redness, bumps and genital irritation were from shaving. But now I'm not so sure. What else could it be? A pop up ad on my computer.....hmmm...what have I been doing to indicate that this particular item would be of interest to me?

*If you haven't seen it yet, see, Saved!

*If you have seen, Swimming Pool, I'm so sorry.

A Case Of The Gimmee's....

No, you can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
And if you try sometime you find
You get what you need- Rolling Stones

My J is a proud supporter of consumerism. It's more of a religion for her, really. Yesterday during a necessary stop at Marshall's, she once again exercised her right to buy or rather, to pout, cry, plead, and annoy all those around her.

"Mommy, I want these bath toys."

"J, we already talked about this. I am not buying *any* toys today. We are here to look for snow boots and pants for sis."

"I never get anything."

"I know, you poor thing. J, you have those same bath toys at home."

"I don't have this orange dinosaur." Points out one of eight squirtie toys in the plastic packaging.

"We are not buying any toys. Let's go pay for these cool, pink snow boots."

Crying, (without tears), moaning, groaning, grudgingly following ten paces behind me.

"Mommy, you know what? I hate you." (Ah, the joys of preschool).

"J, you know what? I love you forever and forever."

We arrive at the register to be second in line to a woman who's giving me the same kind of look I used to give to people before I had children. I think about muttering the age old excuse of, "Oh, she's just really tired. We just came straight here from preschool." Instead, I opt for:

"J, we cannot buy something new each time we visit the store. See, mommy is buying you snow boots and sis is getting a new pair of pants. I'm not buying anything for myself today."

J scoffs, wrinkles her nose and brows, and gives a hmmmpph.

"What if I acted like this...Oh, look at that scrap of paper on the ground, I think I need that. Yep. Gotta have that. I think I'll buy it. OH, and would you look at that ball of gum that somebody spit out....that looks like perfectly good gum. I'll buy that too. Hmmm...what else do I need? I just gotta have that dust ball...yeah, that one, right there! (I shop at a particularly dirty Marshalls). Starting now, we are going to play a new game everytime we go shopping. It's called the I'm not gonna ask for everything I see and beg for it even if I don't need it game. If you say "I want this" or "Can we buy that" you *lose*. Ready, go!"

J is cracking up by now and the Oh-My-God-My-Kid-Will-Never-Act-Like-That lady is tsk tsking me for not handling the situation in a way that she would have deemed appropriate. Heres to hoping I run into her again in the future with her hell on wheels four year old in tow.