What's His Name?

Even though it reminds me of that SNL skit where the guy stared at himself in the mirror and said, "I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and gosh darn it, people like me," it's a good read.

What was his name, anyway? The guy who looked in the mirror?

For Today

For Today (borrowed from here and she got it here.)
June 24th, 2009

Outside my window... shiny sun, humidity and my plants a-growin'

I am thinking... of my to-do list, grocery list and what I'd rather be doing

I am thankful for... healthy babies, library videos and a washin' machine

From the kitchen... lentils and rice for dinner (I need to go to the grocery tonight)

I am wearing... a threadbare BYU tee with faded pink jammies declaring NOEL

I am reading... grocery ads, library craft books and sappy love stories

I am hoping... that Jay comes home on time, the kids don't fight and I get some ME time today

I am going... to ALDI, WallyWorld and maybe somewhere else tonight-fun ME time!

I am hearing... a library video enthralling the monkeys, my dryer going and the other clothes cooling and wrinkling behind me.

I am creating... some Green Bag Lady bags to give away out of a thrifted shower curtain

I am praying... for good health, happy kiddies and patience with all my blessings

Around the house... laundry to be folded and put away, pillow piles for jumping on and a messy craft table calling my name

One of my favorite things... my new sewing machine (Christmas gift from Jay) and my pile of thrift store fabric, waiting to become something.

A few plans for the rest of the week... Grocery tonight, Enrichment tomorrow (on budgeting and cheap grocery shopping--Yes, I was in charge), making plans for Jay's vacation week.

A picture to share.. I know I haven't blogged like I should, my boys turned 1 and 6 in April, family trips and reunions, the Kindergarten play, etc. So here's a picture of Spencer (I tell Mom and Jay I like him best, or at least until he gets old enough to sass back and drive me bonkers, too.) on his birthday. Just messing around with another favorite thing.

NOW I Totally Get It

After watching this preview, now I totally understand the whole "Twilight" thang.

A Pinch To Grow An Inch

Uno turned 6 on the 17th. I really don't think that's accurate. I'm too young and look too good to be the birther of a 6-year old. He was partied out! We had cake on the 11th at my Mom's (after the egg hunt) for him and Spence (1 on the 30th), cupcakes at school on his actual birthday, our crazy little clan that night for dinner AND a friends' party on the 18th. I thought 2 hours of 5 little boys would be plenty but Jay added an extra half-hour here and there and that last 60 minutes sure dragged along. Two little neighbors popped over so the big time-taker had to be sent home. We were scrounging for ways to keep 5 boys entertained without breaking something or staging a wrestling match.

We couldn't decide what to get him as a gift. Jay really wanted a Wii (but that was mainly for himself, I'm sure.) That's way too big a gift for a birthday so I thought that maybe Santa could bring one for our family this Christmas--big enough for everyone. Uno's always bringing home rocks and twigs and digs around in all the nooks and cranies in the house exploring (Note to Self: hide the sexy nighties better) so we went with a science kit and eye magnifier-thingie. Jay was hip on the Eyeclops but I think it takes a big of technique to focus and sit still and Uno's just got too many ants in his pants for that right now. He loves ickiness and has already made fake snot with his kit. Actually, these were perfect choices for him: a few days before his birthday I went to put something under his bed and accidently spilled some experiment he'd created: looked like barf but smelled like salsa with alot of water and string cheese mixed in. Jay got to clean that one up; I was running late for Muffins with Mom at school with Einstein.

Headed Straight For It

Hell, that is. And I'm the one on the pink Razor.

A few weeks ago I just stopped putting diapers on HRH. She doesn't like being inconvenienced and protested a bit, but I'm wise to her ways. She knows when she needs to pee and did just fine in panties, even at night. (Was it Chantal or Suzie that hates the word "panties"? Panties, panties, panties. he he he.) We've tried every form of 3-year old currency there is--paint her toenails, wear new Tinkerbell jammies, lose a toy (she just brings me one when she's dirty), my disappointment ("Cry, Mommy"), new panties, throwing panties away, but nothing's working for #2. She WILL NOT poop in the potty. We were downright sick (yuck-o!) of her poopy diapers but I don't think poopy panties are any better. She knows the consequences yet still decides to poop in her panties. Her excuse: "It's too hard." She just doesn't want to sit there that long and would rather just move herself while she plays. Our current deterrent for pooping in her panties, at least for now, is a cold shower. She hates them and I don't think they're working but it sure makes me feel better. "Yes, it's cold. Why is it cold? Because you pooped in your panties. If you'd poop in the potty, it'd be warm. No, I'm not done. Here's more cold water for you." Yep, I'm evil. And that's why I'm on that pink Razor.

(I just wrote panties 11 times.)

Any More Flattery?

Friday was Uno's birthday, he's six and I sooo look good for a child that age (more on his birthday later if I don't forget or actually stop caring to try and remember to post) so we (just the Wallet, the Nose Wiper, Uno, HRH and the Messy Eater) went to dinner and then got ice cream. Unfortunately the kids don't eat free anymore and Chocolate w/Hershey's Special Dark was freshly churned so I had to get some.

I'm not skilled with hair and makeup, which Jay reminds me with his guffaws when I mistakenly look through college photo albums, but I was tired of my face and hair. Plus, I wanted to show my HOT bread-winner (but not the bread baker-that's my job) that I looked too good to be the birther of a 6-year old. I tried something new and went for flat hair and a sexy, smokey eye. Believe it or not, flat hair is tough--you don't want it to be too flat but you want it to be smooth and silky and swingy. For the eye, I went daring with a black eyeliner on top & bottom and 3 eyeshadows. Add mascara and I was set. And I looked gooood.

Jay arrived, we loaded the cattle-car and departed. I waited, knowing he was awed and struck mute by my beauty and looking for a bit of quiet to whisper sweet odes in my ear.

His eventual observation: "Misty, did you bruise your eye or something?"

Really, Dear, if you compliment me any more, I think I'll die of the overload.

Happy Easter!