We're 4 Year's Old!!!!

"Four Years Old"

Hey

Why'd you wake me from my nap?

I'm not in the mood

To play your games

Or sit on your lap

You

Where's my Yankies drinking glass?

I want some juice

And I want it now

So you better move your ass

And feel bad for me

'Cuz I'm just getting over a cold

I'm four years old!

I'm four years old!

I'm four years old!

Somebody better tie my shoes!

Now

I run down the hall

I scream and I yell

And I cry 'cuz I fell

Bring the rubbing alcohol

Outside

I get mud on my shoe

I come back in the house

I get it on the rug

The cleaning's up to you

And I won't take a bath

Unless you make me Spaghetti-O's

I'm four years old!

I'm four years old!

I'm four years old!

Mommy reads to me at night

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

WellI can't have a job

And I can't go to school

If no grownups are around

I can't go near the pool

I'm not allowed to climb

My neighbor's apple tree

I'm not allowed to sit

Too close to the TV

I don't know how to drive

And I don't know how to spell

But if I hear my brother cursing

I do know how to tell

'Cuz he made me eat some bread

That was covered in mold

I'm four years old!

I'm four years old!

I'm four years old!

I just threw up on my grandmother

Thanks to Adam Sandler. They aren't quite like that, but you get the idea (those of you lucky enough NOT to have 4 year olds). Happy Birthday Volume and Trouble. They took cookies to school to share and have actually been behaving quite wonderful so far today. I'm sure it had nothing to do with the lunch of cookies and potato chips. And I KNOW they didn't understand when I told them we'd go get french fries later if they behave..right? I mean, they are autistic. They don't really see the world around them. Riiiiiiiight? *grins*

Other than that, its been the same. Volume is getting over his ear infection, we're all getting over a cold. I just couldn't let the blessed day go by without a blog. Back to my domestic life. Happy birthday Twin angels...ok, Twin cuties at least. ;)

No one reads this anyway

or at least that's how it seems. Maybe its because I'm not predictable in my posting like Steve. Or not nearly as entertaining as Maven. oh well. I still stand by the fact that my blog is for me and no one else. So who cares if anyone reads it or not, right?

We had our weekend, sans kids. It was wonderful and blissful and quiet. Filled with WoW and red meat and sleeping in and naughty times. It was fantastic. Even if my children didn't let my parent's sleep. My parents drove my nephew (who was helping) insane. And the bed bugs my mom thought she got rid of ate up my kids. All was good.

Volume, of course, decides to get sick tuesday afternoon and they had their check up Wednesday afternoon. Turns out his "cold and fever" is an ear infection. On the pink stuff and off school till Monday. Which, coincidentally, is their 4th birthday. No parties here, please. There is no point when the kids avoid the party that is for them and hate to open gifts. *sigh* maybe someday huh?

On a good note, CITE called me last night and they are due a home visit in about a month to help teach me to potty train and other things. Lets hope this helps the insanity that will be this summer. We also have a fun with food class were signed up to do. :)

That's about it for now. No music except kids music of late, so no song today either.

CrabBall Hamitizers

So it's our 10/13 year anniversary today. married 10 years and together 13. Nice that we made it easy on us and had it on the same day, huh? We only had to get married on a Wednesday to do it. But we are self sacrificing that way. *grins* We go by the TRADITIONAL wedding gifts, not the modern ones. http://www.weddingtips.com/annv.html The modern ones are so...useful. I mean, who wants a useful anniversary gift.

Lets see, the past 10 years of gifts I have got or gotten. First: paper. We wrote each other things. I gave him some poem and I got a top ten reasons why he loved me (my boobs being on there twice, of course). Second: Cotton. That year it was Disney wear all the way. Third: Leather. No, not what you think, we exchanged wallets and jackets. Fourth: Fruit/Flowers. We went to the melting pot and had fruit with desert and flowers on the table. Fifth: Wood. I love my dinning room table! Sixth: Candy/Iron. Who combines these? Its so odd! I think we did Chocolates. Seventh: Wool/Copper. I got a copper Dragon nightlight and wool roses (I collect weird roses). I got him wool lined slippers. Eighth: Bronze/Pottery. You know, I can't for the life of me remember what we did here. LOL. Ninth: Pottery/Willow. I got dishes and he got Sushi plates.

As for tenth, its Tin/Aluminum. We joked about getting one another a 12 pack. I'd tell you what I got him, but for some unknown reason, he reads my blog sometimes *grins* so you'll have to wait until after tonight. Next year is steel...any idea's folks? I'm thinking steel weapons! A guy can't have too many sharp objects....

As for my title? I guess I should get around to that, huh? My in-laws (or as I like to refer to them, my out-laws) finally made it here this weekend. My step-mother-in-law (yes, I also have a regular mother in law too...poor me) always brings various items from her fridge when she comes. I guess she's afraid they will go bad, or I won't have anything good to eat in my house. Or maybe the grocery stores near us will have all closed or something. I'm not sure.

But I digress....

This time, she brought her normal bread and lettuce (she doesn't seem to like my bread) and various fruits and some Amish eggs, of course. But the three meats she brought, which normally isn't this varied, were Ham, Meatballs and imitation Crab. The Master and I were discussing this on the way home from the play we went to see Saturday night. How could we combine these three items to make something we could eat. I mean, there are only 2 lunches and 3 dinners in a weekend. We almost always eat pizza for one dinner, so we only have 4 meals to get these 3 great meats into. Thats when we thought of the CrabBall Hamitizer.

Now before you run screaming, know that we didn't actually try this. SMIL wouldn't let us waste the crab. You take the meatball, smear the crab meat all over it and wrap it up in a slice of ham. To top it off, you stick one of those little toothpick swords in it. It has to be a sword, because were gaming geeks. His folks didn't find this idea as hysterical as we had. but it entertained us all the way home. I think we may go global with our new appetizer! What do you think? I thought so!

Current Mood: Silly
Current Song: Down Together - The Refreshments

Then you really might know what its like...

In today's Center-Centric society, the term "walk a mile in someones shoes" is lost on most people. No, it does not mean you steal my shoes and actually walk a mile in them. It means more that you should try and put yourself in that persons place by thinking about it and trying to understand more of where they are coming from. We all judge. We all make judgements of others. Face it, the human race is one judgemental beast. It doesn't mean we shouldn't try and see things from other peoples perspective.

Why? Because it may help you. Take for instance the person who cuts you off and then honks at you on the freeway. Maybe their wife is having a baby. Maybe they had a really bad day and feel the need to take it out on you. It doesn't mean it gives them a right to do that and that you shouldn't be mad. BUT...before you judge that woman who picks up her kid by the arm and pulls him to her grocery cart.....THINK. STOP....walk a mile in their shoes.

Being a parent of Autistic, non-verbal 4 year old boys I can safely say I am judged quite frequently in public. Yes, they are adorable...and yes they are loud. NO they don't listen and they have to use sippy cups and are still in diapers. As Steve Novak would say, "Don't you judge me...don't you dare judge me." ;) But its a human habit. You see them sit in their van while their kids play on the playground and think "what a horrid mom" but...that could be her ONLY break time. And she has hit her limit and needs to separate herself, even if only by a pane of glass.

My point to my ramble and why you got too blogs today is to take a step back, take a deep breath and try...try...try to fight human nature to be judgemental and INSTEAD, walk a mile in their shoes. That woman pulling two toddlers by the arms as they scream in the store and looking like shes going to lose it could be me...and then you'd say "oh, but they are autistic" because you "know" me. Take as much consideration when your friend doesn't call, or your mom forgets your birthday and know they may not mean it the way you think.

One thing I have found that is true and always true with age. The older we are, the less we know. Think on it a while and it'll come to you. I know it will.

Walk a mile in their shoes. Then you really might know what its like...

Current mood: Deep
Current Song: Everlast "What its like"

My relationship with Spring....and MOOSE!

So I have a love/hate relationship with spring. This relationship did not begin at an early age. in my younger years, I could care less about spring except for the fact that summer came after that and with summer came summer vacation. Spring was just another season for Easter and St. Patricks day to fall into. My love of spring began around the same time as my hate. I was diagnosed with Diabetes and my circulation got horrid. so spring meant it was getting warmer. We also got a dog. Kia is her name (and she came with the name) and shes part black lab, part golden retriever. Think of a smaller black Golden. She is the main reason I HATE spring. She loves to run and play with the other dogs along the fence line. Which is all well and good when the ground is summer baked or winter frozen or covered in fall leaves. In the spring, it turns into MUD DOG. Mud Dog then tracks it through my entire house! I spend my days wiping paws and floors and everything I can think of that she touches with those muddy paws. It drives me INSANE (though its not a long trip). So take your spring, I'll take any of the other 3 months EASY.

Moose. I promised a story from my childhood and here it is. My sister, Faerie, is 4.5 years older than me. She loved to torture me any opportunity she could get. I love to get back at her when I could as well. I was heading to a friends house for a few days. Her name was Stefanie (spelled with the F) and she had 2 older brothers. One of whom I had a huge crush on and later ended up dating. *sigh* he was dreamy. but I digress....

We all know how I adore the Violent Femmes. Well, Justin (yes, of WoJo) had recently given me Hallowed Ground tape (yes, this was before CD's...I'm old). I grabbed it to take it with me to Stefanies house to impress her brother with my cool music taste. (like it really worked...no it was the boobs that impressed him) Faerie decides that SHE wants the tape and starts to chase me around the house for it. We lived in a 2 bedroom apartment at the time and she got near the little kitchen and grabbed a steak knife and starts going after me.

Yes....a steak knife. Scary huh? Stef sure thought so, her with 2 older brothers.

So she's running after me with a steak knife and I hit the hallway. Bathroom or my moms room are my only choices. Its that or the crazy bitch with the steak knife. ALL this over a Violent Femmes tape that isn't even hers! I chose poorly and picked my mom's room, forgetting that her door doesn't lock. I press myself (smaller than her at the time, now I'm 3 inches taller) against the door and try to hold her out of the room.

She gets one arm in the crack of the door. At this time, she abandons the knife and starts trying to grab anything on the dresser that she can hit me with. She gets a hold of a bottle of Mouse. You know, the stuff you put in your hair? She starts thwapping me in the head with it, repeatedly. I wait a sec and let go of the door, she falls into the room and I bound over her and out the front door, Stefanie right behind me. I had forgotten my overnight bag. Good thing Stef's brother had some extra clothes *grins*.

So I end up at Stefs for a week to let my sister calm down. WITH the Violent Femmes tape (hooray for me) and a HUGE knot on my forehead. Everyone would ask me what happened and I would say "I got hit by a moose".

ok, it seems funny to me. You don't have to laugh, its fine. As far as my sister is concerned I'm not even a part of my family. They found me in the trash on their way to church.

Its a wonder I turned out as cool as I did!

Current Mood: Content and Calm
Current Music: Hallowed Ground Album by the Volient Femmes (yes, I still have the tape)

Friday Monday

There's a little bit of water at the very bottom of the well. Playing buffy last night helped it rise a little higher, as well as getting to play a half ogre and a wyrmling copper dragon on Wednesday at the same time *grins*. The little things that make a difference in my life. Tired kids being cuddly kids last night also helped. Volume wanting to play kissyface most of the day ALWAYS helps. It doesn't replace the need of water in the well, just helps keep it from being empty.

Nothing is new, things are the same as they ever were ("same as it ever was" for those 80's fans) and so I'm not even sure WHY I'm blogging. I think so that my last negative blog isn't the last thing everyone sees. Or the first if you read in reverse.

I have a summer program/camp fair tomorrow at a local mall. Going to see if I can find some summer thing for the boys that doesn't involve massive amounts of money on our part. Although, we did find out that ARC pays for camp. Now I have to call and find out if there are particular camps or we can choose. Lets hope I can reach someone today. :)

I was going to go into an amusing antidote from my childhood today, but then all chaos broke loose here and I don't have the time ;)

The Well's Run DRY

I think The Master and I have hit Empty. The gas tank is on E. The well has run dry. The reservoir and the main tank are EMPTY. We spent the weekend taking care of Volume, who has a cold, is getting his 4 year molars and has been constipated the last 4 days (yes, we have a 2pm appointment today). He's been a joy. Trouble, who has been less troublesome in comparison, is still his busy, active self. We sort of looked at one another last night and we knew we had hit bottom. At least for that day.

No matter what the day was like before, I seem to get a little back after a good nights sleep. I seem to be running on fumes today, but at least its better than nothing. I'm not one to whine or complain, but 2 ASD almost-4 year olds are a handful normally. Our overflowing wealth of babysitters (note the sarcasm) seems to have run pretty dry of late. It just seems we don't get much of a rest...together. We're both the type to take now and then breaks apart, but together rarely happens these days. Or it's an "after the kids go to bed" outing or a "2 hour dinner while the 14 year old watches them". I know its more than some parents get, but I think our need is greater. But I whine enough. We'll get what we get. No more no less.

On an up note, our "social activity" of World of Warcraft (WoW), we made 40 last night, which means we got to get mounts. Riding is a TON faster than walking. We were all excited. A few guild mates who were level 70 and bored ran us though an instance so we made mad cash, ton of XP and got a few quests rapped up. It was a fantastic WoW night, and I think we needed that.

Well, I'm off to get Volume ready for the doc and Trouble off the bus....somewhere in there can I clean my house too? *laughs and shakes her head at herself*

Mood: *sigh*
Song: Country Death Song by the Violent Femmes

For everyone else

Volume Geeks and Trouble sleeps ;). These are prehaircut, but I thought that you might enjoy seeing how much our children are like us. I adore the chair trouble is in and that is SO Master pose for Volume ;)

Maven Asked...

For photos of the boys new haircut, so here ya go, my canadian chikka. Volume, then Trouble.

Eating at the table none the less ;)

One of THOSE days

Everyone has em. Those days where you just wanna crawl into a hole and tell the world to go away? One of those days where your kids cannot do anything right, your husbands every word grates on your nerve and your best friend calls at the wrong time? One of those days where your headache starts from the moment you get up and you get stuck in traffic AND they are out of your favorite coffee? Today, thankfully, is NOT one of THOSE days.

Today is a day just like any other, but like any other day, its filled with small aspects of THOSE days. I was just thinking "what is it that makes a horrid day?". I think its when you stack those little annoyances back to back and pack them into a nice 12 hour period. You too can be crapped on by your spouse, pestered by your children, receive a crying phone call from your mother AND get ganked by horde in WoW all in ONE WHOLE DAY!!! Sign up now and we're offering a free back-stabbing friend for the first month.

Seriously...My days, I'm sure like your own, are just nice times spaced between some not so nice times. It's an everyday. Nothing totally horrid happened, nothing spectacular either. Its the time between the moments that makes us long for the "moments". We go on breathing, living and growing. Most importantly, we move forward. For backwards gets you hitting hard objects. Take this from someone who knows.

Current Mood : Deep ;)
Current Song: James Blunt - Tears and Rain

Welcome to Holland

I found this story going through my ASD stuff and thought it really explains things well, so I thought I would post it.

Welcome to Holland By Emily Perl Kingsley

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to help people who have not shared this unique experience, to understand it, to imagine how it would feel.

It's like this.

When your going to have a baby, its like planning a fabulous vacation - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guidebooks and make wonderful plans. The coliseum. Michelangelo's David. The Gondolas in Venice. You may even learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says "Welcome to Holland." "Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy!"

But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay. The important thing is they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.

So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would have never met. It's just a different place. Its slower paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around. And you begin to notice that Holland has windmills. And Holland has Tulips. Holland even has Rembrandt's.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy. And they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there.

And for the rest of your life, you will say, "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."

And the pain will never, ever go away. Because the loss of that dream is a very, very significant loss. But if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to go to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things about Holland.

Firsts

So Trouble got invited to his first birthday party. The invitation came in the mail addressed to him. The Master and I were so excited and when we opened it, there was no name, date or time. Just a Run, Jump-N-Play invite. I sent a letter to school and in a few days they pegged down which kid was having a party. I called his mom and found out the date and time. Its today at one. We were so excited that he got his first party invite, even though she probably just invited everyone in his class, it was still pretty cool.

The day is here, we skipped swimming because were all still on the mend from colds and didn't want him too tired AND its snowing...which means he may miss his first birthday party. The roads look ugly and its like 40 min away. *sigh* So I'm a tad bummed. Although *I* will not miss the dance of the mothers. Yes, this is what I call it, and in circles where children have disabilities or dysfunctions, its a bit tamer, but still a dance, none-the-less.

It starts simple enough with the exchange of your names, pointing out your kids, telling ages and sometimes dysfunctions. Then the dance begins. The compare your kid to my kid OR the lets figure out if I can tolerate her presence for a play date. All these I fail miserably at. While I am liked and even (dare I say) loved in my social circles, to most women, I can come off has harsh and abrasive. I'm a tad honest and overly blunt and so at these things I either follow my kid around or revert to the junior high school shy. YES I was shy then, believe it or not. So networking is NOT my strong suit, no matter how much I'd love to have another house to take them too in the summer. SO I don't have to call Piglet and say "Can you pick up all of Sweetling's little toys and help me chase them around your house? they need out." or call my mother and deal with her for a few hours. I really need to look into summer programs. *sighs*

So...we may or may not have a first birthday party and I may or may not have the dance of the mothers anxiety. Honestly, I'm not sure which to hope for. I figure I'll leave it up to the beings more powerful than myself to decide. God and Mother Nature.

Current mood: Torn
Current Song: Power of Two by the Indigo Girls

Winter Cuteness

So, I'm sure most of you have seen this, but if you haven't...this is what we refer to around here as "an 11 on the cuteness-o-meter" or "he currently has his cuteness cranked up to 11"



So...Thats Volume. I have to get one of trouble, but hes not nearly as active as that. Can anyone see why I'm tired? That and two snow days in a row does NOT help. Thank god for online RP's which save my sanity. And for the Maven and her endless hours of talking to me on the phone. Wait...Actually it hasn't been endless. In fact, they end rather fast of late. I'm starting to think she either has a life, or a new baby *grins*. I'm still waiting for pictures of the cute shirt I sent!

Current Mood: Tired...of snow and snot
Current Song: PJ Rooster by Outkast

Weekends

So I spent a busy weekend with a bad cold, which was the only downside to my weekend. Well, that and Saturday gaming got canceled, but even that wasn't SO bad. We had a lovely Tomeweaver wedding on Saturday for 2 13 year olds. Highly entertaining ;). Saturday AM swimming didn't go as wonderful as we would of liked, but we met one of the therapists and found out they can join that class when they are 5, so good to know. Sunday morning brunch was a blast. The Master learned, in part, why I married him from spending time with Justin and realizing he's partly why I'm warped in all the right ways. Justin's wife was a delight, which was not a shock at all. My shout out will be to them for a fantastic Sunday morning! We have to do it again, at whoever's house.

Sunday evening my parents came over and watched the boys and we geeked out all evening. We got to level 31 and are still chugging away at WoW. It may be less time than we think before we have to get Burning Crusade. Yes, Yes I know..I'm sad. The Maven (aka Kraft dinner) didn't show last night. I guess Spawnling was a terror or her weekend trip took it out of her. I'll have to bug her after my errands today.

One thing I find wonderful about getting together with friends you made in the 7th grade and what not is seeing how each of you turned out and if your compatible as friends now. Justin and I were friends from like 7th grade to 9th and then again for a few years after high school. It has always seemed to me that we kinda fall into place with each other like feet into favorite slippers. I'd be curious to know if he feels this too. Justin isn't always the easiest to read, but always entertaining. Its just nice when the bond formed at such a young age lasts. I have a similar bond with Golden Jedi, but he is more the older brother I never wanted that turned cool when he grew up. Its still nice to know some of my friendships last, just never ones with women. *wink*

OK, off to the Monday grind. The in laws are in this weekend...lets hope that goes well. Also, Trouble has his first Birthday Party! and, valentines party at school...so many firsts this year.

Current mood: Calm
Current Song: Add it up - Violent Femmes

Tag and Out of the Closet?

No, its not what you think, but in light of Maven and Kate's baby Olympics, I thought I would bring up the fact that I bet NONE of you has an almost 4 year old who decided to come out of the closet *grins*. So Trouble and Volume were having their daily hour-in-our-room-to-wreck-it time and I went in and Volume came running out. Trouble was NO where to be seen. I start freaking thinking he got out somehow and shut his brother back in the room when I see his little head peak around the door and he comes climbing out of the closet. It just struck me as entertaining.

Ok, I got Tagged and I'm not one to shirk responsibility *cough* so:

A=Available? No, happily Attached

B=Best Friend? The Master...I gave up on female best friends, they just cause too much trouble.

C= Cake or pie? Hmm...I love both. I can't choose...though I love coconut creme pie mmmmm

D= Drink of choice? I mainly drink water, but if were talking while out? White Russian

E= Essential item you use everyday - Computer. I'd be lost without it

F=Favorite color - Blue, any shade of BLUE

G= gummie bears or worms- Bears. NO ONE should eat worms unless no one loves them

H= Hometown -Cincinnati

I = Indulgences - Gaming of all types... I adore it all

J= January or February - I agree with Piglet, this one SUCKS. I hate both, but I guess Feb, because NORMALLY its started to warm up.

K=Kids and Names - Twin Terrors and Double Delight names of Trouble and Volume. Both 4 in less than 2 months. o.0

L= Life is incomplete without... My husband, my children, music, fantasy, laughter, friends.

M= Marriage date - March 19, 1997

N=Number of siblings- One...Faerie who has 4 monsters of her own. I have two half sisters that I haven't seen since I was 9 so they don't count! I'd love to see the Master answer this one *laughs* one of 11, from like 5 different marriages. Its not a family tree, its a family BUSH. I keep the siblings straight, but go out further and I'm sunk!

O= Oranges or apples - both have their uses. I like apple juice more and eating actual oranges.

P= Phobias or Fears -Heights. I hate em. Even playing WoW, my heart jumps falling off of things.

Q= Favorite Quote - There's so many, but lately I adore "Oh if life were made of moments, even now and then a bad one, but if life were made of moments then you'd never know you'd had one." --Into the Woods

R= Reason to smile -My husband, my kids, my friends

S= Season - Autumn. Not only is it my birthday, there are leaves and HALLOWEEN!!!!

T= Tag 3 or 4 people - Most everyone has been tagged :( Steve! Steve hasn't. I'll tag Steve! and Andrew and Em...they are tagged as well.

U= Unknown fact about me - When I was little, I wanted to grow up to be Popeye. I swore that this was possible, and my mother, DramaQueen, bless her...let me believe it. I used to Run around the house pretending to be Popeye. My sister, Faerie, used to try and shoot me down, but I had faith. One day, as smart as she is and being 4.5 years older, she pointed out that I hated Spinach. I tried for a few days to like it and there was crushed the Popeye fantasy. *sighs* I went on to want to be Evil Knievel. *grins*

V= Vegetable you don’t like - Spinach ;)

W= Worst habit - Anal level of organization, can also be my best habit.

X= X-rays - I've only had one, my ankle. I slipped in my in laws back yard and broke it. Only broken bone I've ever had. Sweetling called my cast my "blue boot". I think she was 2 or 3...very cute. her and Piglet would come over and entertain my hobbled self.

Y= Your favorite food -Lasagna hands down. I'm so Garfield.

Z= Zodiac Sign Libra of course. I'm little miss "balance"

There...wow, 26 questions makes for a long blog.

About the new pic, I'm the cute blonde. The other, thats Faeire. Can you tell, even then, she was a drama-Queen!

Current Mood: Sick (darn colds)
Current Song: Only You (thanks Chance...NOT)

Rubber Gloves?

To the righ is Volume's latest school art. This past week they were learning about doctors and dentists. Its still scary to have a almost 4 year old come home with a rubber glove from school. o.O but I had to share the horror!

I will also share some pictures of them with you. I have been lax at doing that, I know. But Impossible Mom isn't just a catchy title, its a way of life. I said to Master the other day, "I feel like I'm always juggling 20 things at once." He replied "thats because you are." So just call me the Jester.

ok, from left to right, Trouble, The Master (reading 10 little dinosaurs..thier favorite book!) and last, but never least, Volume. I adore this shot..red eyes and all. They sure do love their books. So there ya have it. My adoreable family. No, I'm not in that shot. Yes, it was on purpose. Maybe once I ever take a good picture, I'll put one up of me *grins*.

Thats my tuesday post, folks. I'm off to the foot doc. Have a great day!

Russian Roulette with a Drunken Bar Owner

Now before you freak out, NO there was no gun involved. The gun, in fact, was the drunken bar owner. Now, I can explain.

Smurf and hmm...lets call him UnGeek and I went out to see Wojo live. THEY were fantastic, as always. Even better live than on CD (which I now own all of *hops*). They put on a great show! A few songs into the first set, two older, Blondie women started dancing on the "dance floor". Now, this is a small Kentucky bar and the dance floor was about a 5ft by 10ft strip of wood DIRECTLY in front of the band. I no longer tease Justin about singing with his eyes closed. The dance, shall we say in the words of UnGeek was "the embodiment of white trash". Those might not of been his EXACT words, but it was loud. If this wasn't entertaining enough for everyone involved, they started trying to get the crowd to come up and dance with their drunken selves.

The first set ended and the two friends of mine in the band made their way to our table. We reminisced of our 8th grade bus antics and who we still knew from the old days. The topic of the drunken-dancing women came up and Justin mentioned that it was the owner of the bar and her sister. We were a tad shocked, but got from him which one was the owner. Her sister left soon after this revelation and the band started playing once more. The owner was now moving through the crowd to find SOMEONE to dance with. The trick, UnGeek thought, was to avoid eye contact. So having autistic kids came in handy after all. I managed to only get asked once. Poor UnGeek almost got pulled out of his chair until I explained that he had injured his knee. She left us be. One poor guy almost had his arm pulled off as she tried to get him to dance with her. It was all highly entertaining. A nice circus side show...with fantastic music.

On other notes, Volume has been earning his name of late. Tantrums abound when this child doesn't feel totally well. Throw yourself around the room and scream your head off tantrums. The Master and I tend to leave the room and just let him work it out. Unless we hear him hurt himself, of course. Trouble has started to fight with his brother as well. Pushing him back when hes doing something HE wants to do or hogging the TV. we have been trying to let them sort this out for themselves and reminding ourselves that its a GOOD sign. We're hopping that he doesn't start doing this to kids at school.

Current Mood: Content
Current Song: Borderlands by WoJo

6:20 is TOO EARLY

That's what time my children have been getting up the past few days. Yesterday, I slept instead of going to the grocery store in the morning once I got them off to school. I think its a time that should only be seen by highschoolers, not preschoolers. but my kids like the morning...I used to. Oh well, I guess my life is starting a bit earlier now.

I've been feeling a lack of ambition lately. I'm not sure if this has to do with the fact that we've gotten a lot of projects done lately or the fact that some of them aren't working. I sold my first year of playboys on ebay only to find out you can't sell playboys on ebay. Other people list them on Ebay but every time I try I get an email telling me that you can't sell explicit erotic material on ebay. so I have no idea what were going to do with that many playboys....anyone want them?

I also have 3 boxes of comics upstairs I need to go through and get them listed and photographed. I have a NWN project for Tomeweaver (www.tomeweaver.net) and a house I have to build for my nephews there. I have several games that I adore lately and would rather do those than ANY of the above. I also have two very needy little boys who seem to be catching every preschool bug known to man. All in all, leads to a lack of ambition. Then I turn around and complain I'm bored. Its not that I don't have things to do, but like that little kid who also complains they are bored, I have nothing FUN to do at that time.

Ah well, I try to stay optimistic, but it fails me sometimes. So theres where I'm at. Up too early, changing too many diapers and not playing enough games.

The Tumbling Bird Slayer

Yes, it has been a busy few days. Oh where to start? *laughs* Dramaqueen's cleaning lady did a great job on my house. It looks and smells fantastic (well, till someone had a dirty diaper). It's nice to have a clean house again. The bad thing was, while they were cleaning, they had cords up and down the stairs and in my haste to get to a child, I slipped on one of them on the stairs. I don't think I made a totally successful tumble check, for I had to grab the metal railing with my hand to avoid going down more than half the stairs. I have a nice bruise on my hand to show for it. My body also feels like I've been mauled by a rather large bear. Which, in fact is what I dreamt about last night. It also had nothing to do with the fact that I killed and skinned like 20 of them on World of Warcraft. *shakes head adamantly*

As far as the bird goes, no...I'm not talking WoW speak again. I went downstairs at about 8am to stick the boys laundry in. As I opened the laundry room door, I was met with a fast flying object and almost freaked. It flew AWAY from me, thankfully, but it still needed NOT to be in my basement. We have some vent thingy that we need to cover with mesh. We've had mice get in this way too. Notice it's still not covered with mesh. Mainly because Master has a busy week at work. We'll get to it this weekend.

So, we get the kids off to school and head downstairs armed with laundry baskets to catch the speedy bird. Its harder than it looks. Esp when there are all kinds of places for it to fly and land in in the celing. Pipes are good for that. So we finally start throwing the baskets at it, and that isn't working either. Master finally smacks it with his, stunning it to the floor...or so we thought. Apparently, it killed it. We got it out of the house and stuck it in the neighbors bushes. That'll teach them to let poison ivy grow on our fence! *grin*

So I killed an innnocent creature and am paying for it with mass amounts of pain from my fall. Cest la vie...life does go on.

Current Mood: OUCH!
Current Song: Ob-la-di Ob-la-da by the Beatles

Volume is a FLIRT!

So, we started taking swimming lessons last week. Its on Saturdays from 9-10 about 30 min away. Its worth it, because they both LOVE the water. So far, its been play-around-in-the-water-time more than anything else. Our second trip in, we had a new instructor, Heather. She came over to talk to us and I was holding Volume in my arms (my turn for the spaz in the pool). She was talking and he just turned and jumped into her arms! He was giggling and playing with her hair and she could see we were pretty shocked. We mentioned the autism before that, and she said she taught the therapeutic class right after this one and she would check on if they were old enough for it or not. Through out the lesson, he did this 2 more times, jumping into her arms. I think our Volume has his first "crush" on his teacher *grins*.

In other news, we have been on an organizational trip lately. We have the comics done, a few closets, went through the kids toys, and have made several trips to goodwill. All in all, if we had to move right now, we would still have a ton of stuff, but less of it. *laughs* It's been nice for making the house look better.

We are all well, finally, and DramaQueen decided to do me a favor and purchased a house cleaning for me. Hence why I can blog today instead of spending this free time cleaning. They come tomorrow morning and I could NOT be happier. I've been on clutter patrol today to make sure they can do the GOOD cleaning and not spend most of their time picking up stuff. It'll be nice to have that deep down clean in Jan without having to do it.

So thats the main news here. Kinda boring. For January, not half bad.

Current Mood: Happy
Current Song: Peaches - &#@( the pain away

BLAME CANADA!!!

Ok, blame them for making some really cool people. My shout out today is for a handful of them, but so far, most I've met are pretty ok. *grins*

In Alphabetical order, so no one gets upset ;)

Maven (her real name fits here). My sister in geekdom, my partner in crime, my phone buddy that I can sit on the phone with and have us both dealing with our kids for 40 min! We may have started from the humble beginnings of the MUD, but we've come OH SO FAR!

Andrew. My favorite Canadian mechanic. You came from geeky orgins, though you deny it now. We met on a MUD and then at Maven's Wedding and then re-met about 8-9 years later and figured out we have more in common now. You can always make me smile. *hugs*

Em. We met through Maven and Drew and while were not always close, I've found that when we seem to need each other the most, we pull through. Its not something I find in most people I know. So thanks for being there when I needed you. I hope I've done the same.

JobThingy. Met through Maven as well, and are partners in freakdom, tallness and special needs kids. We may not talk much, but your in my thoughts. If we lived closer together, I think we'd hang a lot more.

Geekster (again, real name fits better here). I think I actually met you first on the MUD, in those olden days *grins*. When we once called you Nergel and you were the god of chaos. I miss those days, but glad that I got friends like you from them. Your steadfast, true and HOT. *winks*

Zac-Attack aka Lawless! MUD buddy again, you can always make me smile as well. I'm glad, unlike Drew, you have not lost your Geek roots. We should WoW it out together sometime *winks*

So there, Canadians...hollering for a shout out. You know you are loved. Your kids are loved and I wish that you'd move Canada further south so I might actually want to live there *giggles*

Current Mood: Silly
Current Song: Blame Canada (Southpark The Movie Soundtrack)

Snow flakes and Green things

So its snowing here. After raining for 5 solid days, NOW it's snow. I'm not complaining, at all. It stops the dog from tracking the oh-so-spring-like mud all over my house. So we have snow flakes and Volume's nose is leaking green and has been for a week. SO off to the doc we go. Trouble has it as well, but his nose is clear to the occasional yellow. This will be oh so fun, since I am sick as well. The Master, who can take drugs, is meeting us there to help reign in the twin terrors. I cannot take drugs because decongestants KNOCK ME OUT. in fact, I get laughed at for taking day quill at bedtime rather than NyQuil to avoid sleeping for 13 hours AND having a NyQuil hang over. I'm not meant for the hard stuff, people.

Shout out to Elfiekins (smurf) and Chance for getting us started on our WoW (world of warcraft) addiction. Thanks ever so much ;) . And to Elf for getting Piglet and I hooked up with Vaxia (http://www.vaxia.org/) characters. Now my life is complete!

Shout out to Maven (Kraft Dinner) because she thinks she deserves one. For what? I'm not sure. For having 3 holy terrors of her own? For dealing with my inane ramblings on the phone? For being in Canada? I dunno...but quit whining, there's your shout out :P

Current mood: SICK *coughs*
Current song: PJ Rooster by Outkast

Things that go bump...at school?

Monday, at the grocery store and I was loading things into the van. I checked my cell, because for some reason, I can't get calls in Meijer. I can MAKE them, but they never seem to come to me. low and behold, a missed call. It was school, so I called and checked in on the boys. They broke out in bumps and they were calling the school nurse and could I come get them. Sure, of course, I'll be right there. (stop at Aldis for 5 and get the last things I needed...THEN right there).

Nurse is baffled "Doesn't look like pox or an allergic reaction" she says, oh so helpfully. "But I'd take them home anyway and watch it." I did, they faded and came back and then we were hit with a fever. So I called and made an appt for Tuesday. Since they MIGHT be chickenpox, our Pediatrician takes us through the back door and right into a room. They come in and look em over and no, they aren't pox (they DID have the vaccination for them). She says "Its a virus, I hesitate to say hand foot and mouth disease, because its NOT that, but like that." Of course, as you all know, not much to do for a virus. They aren't contagious if they don't have a fever for 24 hours. So home again today. No fever yesterday, but they slept in till 830 and volume is STILL out and its almost 9. So I'm figuring they need their rest and won't nap for me, so this is best.

Thats been my life. I was supposed to start taking pics of the playboys to sell, measure some swords, bag some comics, and clean the house this week...that all went out the window for Einstein and books and computer books...mommy! so tomorrow, I may get something done, I may prop my feet up, drink a coffee and read my book. I dunno yet. We'll see what kinda mood I'm in.

Current Mood: Fried
Current Song: If your happpy and you know it

Catchy Blog Title Here

I couldn't think of anything exciting to title this, mainly because I have no clue what I'm even doing blogging today except that everyone else has and I want to contribute to the "look we have stuff to read". I should be writing last weeks Buffy recap (yes, I run a buffy RPG and yes, we post up little summaries like you would read about an episode and YES I'm a geek) but I have to think of a catchy title for that too. So I'll do that next.

Shout out to Justin this week, who once again proved why on that day in the 7th grade on the bus home when he turned around and said "I'm Justin Lynch, who the hell are you?" that we became such fast friends by sending me the following email after seeing me on Saturday (I said something about drooping the autistic bomb on him):
"it would have been a bomb if you gave birth to toasters i think or maybe smelly socks, but you having kids is pretty fucking cool and it's not so weird that they're autistic cos they're gonna grow up and realize how unweird, boring and irredeemably normal their parents and their parents friends are...so you see were the bomb... justin "
So the shout out goes to my favorite lead singer of my favorite band and my favorite friend from the 7th grade. I so adore you and you make me smile. welcome back to my reality. Hope you like the sky being purple as much as I do.

Its Friday...and its Girls Night Out this week...Piglet, Smurf and I are heading south to Chancy's house. We have to figure out what were doing for dinner on the way. I'm hoping for Fondue. Then these geeky chicks that we are (Piglets the main girly girl of us) are going to soak in the hot tub (if it stops raining), play video games on the big screen TV and play the OOTS (http://www.giantitp.com/comics/oots0001.html) card game. Wake up late and make a big breakfast and have NO KIDS for me and Piglet. It should be a fantastic girls night out that any man could enjoy. Of course, some wanted to come *cough*kyle*cough* and even offered to wear a dress, but we try and keep these things to the estrogen based life forms. Even if I barely meet the requirements. the point is I meet them.

So thats my weekend plans. I also have to make my character for the Jedi's game that starts next week. The Master and I are going to play one character and alternate weeks. We decided that our mom was pregnant with twins and was a magic user and some spell went wrong. Two souls got stuck in one body. That way we can play "two" characters and still only have one of us there at a time. Grace will be my name and his will be Hope. Should be interesting, to say the least. It makes for less in the way of babysitters :)

Current Mood: Excited
Current Song: Counting Crows, Accidentally In Love

2007....wow

I can remember when 2000 seemed so much like a "future age". Oh well, its now 2007 and my kids will be four this year in 3 months, in fact. amazing that *I* have four year old twin boys!?! anyway, they went to Grandmas for new years and The Master and I had a nice quiet weekend. Full of meals out, Computer games and lots of time in bed....and various other places around the house. *grins* yeah yeah, TMI, I know. But we started the new year off with a bang *snickers at her own joke* it was fantastic.

On Saturday, I went to finally see one of my favorite local bands live (finally) now that the bars are smoke free (much to Justin's dismay...hes the lead singer, smoker and a longtime friend of mine. As is the bass player, Aaron) http://worldwidewojo.com/ They were fantastic, as always. I adore their stuff. Live, "The Master" got to hear Justin's self-deprecating sense of humor and loved it. Aaron has a new wife, who I got to meet as well *hops*. All in all a good night. I SO need to pick up their new CD.

Hope this year is much better than 2006. It started off well, lets hope the trend continues!

Current mood: Hopeful
Current Song: 7hills by Wojo

NOT FOR KIDS ;) but I GOTTA ask

The Master and I were on the subject of virginity the other evening (no don't ask why) but we got to talking about the technicality of it all. I mean, TECHNICALLY your only a virgin until you have vaginal sex. So does this mean that all gay people are Virgins? If its not just vaginal sex, what is it exactly that pops your cherry? We were arguing over oral sex and I can see his side, but it really doesn't seem to make you "not" a virgin. So I'm asking the masses. What is it that you consider HOW to lose a cherry?

*grins*

Current Mood: Mischievous
Current song: Bad Touch by Bloodhound Gang

Just call me Pickles

So the family was less chaotic than I thought they would be. My niece, youngest of 4 (all older brothers), got an Amazing Allysen doll for Christmas. http://www.playmatestoys.com/html/amazing_allysen/index.htm So shes going through the set up on this thing (Freaky as it is) and its asking what she wants the doll to call her as a nickname. Its listing off the examples like "Sweetie, Girlfriend, Best friend, Cutie"... the last one it lists is "Pickles". I'm standing nearby and I say "Pickles?" and Allysen says "OK, Pickles!" My niece almost started crying and all the adults burst into laughter. I think we laughed for like 20 minutes over the Pickles nickname. She was able to reset the doll over and took it into the other room to reset it so I didn't accidentally tell it anything else. It was the highlight of our Christmas I think.

So call me pickles. I thought it was better than Girlie...which is what she picked. We all expect the doll to turn on one night and try to kill everyone. The Master said it was the bride of Chuckie. Poor girl in a family of boys can't even get a doll and not get picked on. The youngest of DramaQueen's boys got a vibrating Ipod seat for the car. odd gift for a 12 year old, but he adored it. Both my boys loved it too. I think it reminded them of their vibrating bouncy chairs. Definitely an ODD Christmas, but better than we hoped.

Current Mood: Amused
Today's Song: Skullcrusher Mountain by Jonathan Coulton

Eve of the Eve

Gaming...Gaming good. Family...Family BAD. There is no words to speak of the unavoidable dread I am feeling at seeing my mother tomorrow. My only good thing is knowing that it only lasts 3 hours...less if Trouble and Volume don't nap. Next year, I'm not going through this. If I start, someone bonk me on the head and point be back to this entry. THIS is why people kill themselves on the holidays.

In other news...its not the least bit snowy either. But I do get chocolate, and lots of it. AND I get to game tonight, Tuesday and Wednesday. That should make up for the family hell.

Everyone else..have a merry Christmas for me. I'll try and have a happy new year *grins*

Twas the Tuesday before Christmas

Is it bad that I'm dreading the holidays? The Master gets no time off except the two Mondays and the kids are off school from this friday until Jan 3rd. My mom, we'll call her DramaWhore is living up to her name sake, My sister, Faerie, isn't being so bad...but Family drama is unavoidable around this time of year. The Master once said, after spending a holiday with my family, "Now I know why people commit suicide around the holidays." My kids, also, have no idea what all this present stuff is about. So while we're saving money, we're not getting to enjoy the joy of Christmas morning.

So ba humbug? You Betcha! My christmas spirit, instead, is in cleaning out my closets and donating what I don't want to the Vietnam Vets. It gets my house organized and my giving nature saited.

Did I mention The Master still hasn't decided what he wants for Chrsitmas either? ;) *laughs*

Can you say PRAISE CANADA?

http://www.canada.com/nationalpost/news/story.html?id=a042812e-492c-4f07-8245-8a598ab5d1bf&k=63970

If the Canadians are right and this actually works, I will Celebrate every single darn holiday your northerners have! A shot ever few months for the rest of my life...I could handle...and handle well!

Go Canadians!

She stops to eat the Flowers in the garden of her choise

This is a painting that my Sister-In-Law from AZ did. I adore it. it hangs on the wall in the room we sleep in when we visit The Master's parents. I dunno why, but it always makes me smile. It may be the colors, but its beautiful.

I decided to share it with you hoping to spread some beauty in this world. There are so many ugly things. You just need to turn on the news to see them. Sometimes, you need to look no further than outside your front door. Sometimes less. I, at least, have to look farther, and am thankful for that. The holidays seem to have extra ugliness for added flavor I suppose. Either way, beauty should be found where we can. In a painting, a friend or even just a song on the radio at just the perfect time.

Hidden amongst all the craziness that is life, take a moment to stop and smell the proverbial flowers. It just may save your sanity.

Lazy Bloggers post links

Yes, kids are back at school and house is clean. Here is my smile for you today...highly entertaining and somewhat disturbing and do not open around children who can read.

http://grouphug.us/random

Never ending weekend...

So they caught a cold Saturday and "the master" spent most of the weekend helping a friend with his shower. I had sick kids for the past 4 days...and they didn't go to school. I'm tired and fried and my house is a mess. Was supposed to do most of the cleaning this week. I'm on my knees beging the powers that be to send them to school tomorrow so I can be insane, and take that time to clean my house *laughs insanely to prove shes not insane*. Then I shall relax while they are at school Thursday. Lets hope God is kind to me!!!

Sorry for the short thoughts, but my brain is mush...kinda like oatmeal.

Go Number 8 GO!

So The Master's work christmas party was last eve and they held it at a local horse race track. I admit, I was a bit skeptical at how betting on animals using even the best methods would be fun. I decided I needed to test this however. I obtained 4 dollars from him and watched the second race (for we had missed the first). I picked a horse, Stormin Baghdad. No, not on the name, on the jockey's stats. I thought about trying to figure out the horse stats, but there were so many of them and they were hard to read. Low and behold, #4, Stormin Baghdad, won the race with 4 to 1 odds. So if I HAD bet on him, my 2 dollar bet would of turned into 8 dollars, I think. I hate math...but I was hooked.

theres about 20-25 min between each race, so I went to studying horses and jockeys and let the Master take a look at the list too. I was trying to decide between Free Drinks and Swerve. He said I should bet on Free Drinks because he had a better name. So I did..to place (which means he'll get first or second). And I won...turned my 2 into 5. Number 8, Free drinks yeilded me a return to feed my addiction.

Pouring over the next race stats over salad and rabbit food, I was in a quandry. There was one who looked like a great bet, but 5-2 odds wern't a great pay off. The second one was a good contender, but better odds at 20-1. I went with the beter odds and lose. Though, the other horse didn't win that one either. 2 more losses in a row, some dinner and I was back down to a dollar and decided that was good enough entertainment for 3 dollars worth.

I went home, happy, with my race book in hand, having proved that there is no rhyme or reason to horse betting so you might as well pick the one with the name you like *grins*

Mawwaige. Mawwaige is what bwings us togethah today. Mawwaige that bwessed awwangement, that dweam within a dweam.

Mawwaige...er Marriage. What has happened in the water of the world that just about everyone I know is having marriage problems? From the petty fights to the full blown divorces, marriage isn't what its cracked up to be lately in my circle of friends.

According to some news sources, The jump in the number of divorces has come recently, with statistics showing that the number has doubled in the last three years alone. Why is this anyway? What has made Americans (and Canadians) feel divorce is the best answer?

I, personally, hate the word..the thought of it gives me nightmares. Why do people give up so easily? Do we live in such a face paced world that everything should equate to fast food levels? What happened to the turkey that takes all day to cook? Don't people realize that things have fluxes and take time and need work and TLC? I just hate to see so many give up so easily. I, for one, would never give up so easily.

So hang in there...from the petty arguments, to the life changes, to the ones who are fed up beyond repair. Who am I to give love advice? I love my husband, very much. That has to count for something, right?

American Turkey Day

"Anya: To commemorate a past event, you kill and eat an animal. It's a ritual sacrifice, with pie. " (to quote one of my favorite shows, buffy the vampire slayer)

So were traveling to perform our ritual sacrifice in another state. A colder, less populated state...with pie...and family. Going to see The Master's parents and 2 step sisters and one brother and a few nieces and nephews. Shouldn't be that big a to do and hopefully trouble and volume will have a good time. So I've been spending my days cleaning and getting ready for that. No deep thoughts here, just deep cleaning and heavy packing. just warning you blogger fans that I won't get back to my blogging until after the trip. ;)

Have a good turkey day, Americans. Canadians, have a good weekend. All the rest of you, have a good whatever it happens to be in your country. Miss ya all!

The Life of Weekends...

You start out life as a kid, and before school begins, every day seems like a weekend. The only difference on the weekends is perhaps that visit to grandmas or the fact that dad or mom is home and not at work. Sometimes, those weekends even fell midweek depending on mom or dad's job. All was great in the life of a preschooler.

Then, starting school, you LIVED for the weekends! Saturday morning cartoons...Bike rides with freinds...Snowball fights and in general, just relaxation. Yes, there were always chores and what not, but those were such a small part of the weekend. Summer vacation went by so fast as the longest weekend of the year and holiday weeks were always too short.

As an adult, single adult, weekends (Whenever they fell) were for socilization. Gaming, Parties, What not always fell after work. You worked to get more money to party and to get by on ramen and pay the bills you HAD too. Weekends were YOUR time and they were fun. Yeah, sometimes chaotic or things didn't go your way, but weekends were yours!

Get married and those weekends, though sometimes contain errands, are spent with that one you love the most. Going to see movies, gaming, parties, just cuddling at home...whatever. Still fun, but getting a bit more relaxed. Mostly weekends are still a good time.

Then you have kids and the weekends start all over, but now they are for them. Your weekends become secondary to their needs and the needs of things to get done. Not to say they aren't still fun at times, but they are also packed with everything NEEDING to get done. Hence the cycle of weekends shifts to the new generation.

Hence my summation of weekends...and hating why I always seem to get sick on the weekends too. I have good ones...even great ones, but I miss the carefree days of weekends past.

What If....

A friend of mine, we'll call him Bear. We were having one of our normal existential discussions. The two most powerful words to fuck with your mind, we decided, are "What If" followed by the infamous ? To make it complete.

WHAT IF?

It send your brain reeling in every direction no matter what topic its applied too. Think about it and apply it to something in your life and see where it takes you. It can be a nightmare or a joy. Hope, disappointment. The fact that it can take you in just about every direction makes those two very simple words, combined, some of the most powerful words in the universe.

I have found the best way to counter these words is with faith. Were all prejudiced, says my friend LIVE from California. (for Evil is Live spelled backwards, and we all want to live don't we?) We pre-judge everything based on our previous experiences. We don't think that the bus we ride on will crash, so we get on it. Prejudice. So if we have FAITH that the "What If's" will or will not happen the way we hope or have faith they will. So in turn, we trust as well. Its all a big loop that leads to pessimism and optimism. I'm normally an optimist, glass is half full....

Sometimes, I say, just drink it.

My Meme from Elfiekins

I love it so much I have to share it with all. Its my wallpaper on my downnstairs computer now as well. Thank you Eflie-smurf...this shout out is for you and your amazing talent. The master pointed out the torso to me, I was so facinated by the colors I didn't even see it *laugh*

I'll be sending her a song even if she didn't comment, she deserves it!

Calgon....Take me away!

Anyone even old enough to remember those commercials? Well yes, it still exists, believe it or not http://www.takemeaway.com/ *laugh*

I think everyone whose ever had stress has felt that feeling of wanting to just get away from their lives for a while. I have decided that stress is the root of all evil in the world. Would those people really have world domination issues if they didn't have the stress of their boss riding their back or their mom telling them to clean their room? I think not. Those people would be model members of society and like it. Ok....So leave me to my delusions, I like them.

I still think we all need those few things we do to recharge. The main thing is remembering not to get immersed in them. Calgon is nice, but after a 4 hour long bath your waterlogged and the water is cold and you look like a prune. All in moderation...even the stuff you love. And yes, even green beans should be take in moderation. too much of a good thing in all.

I should change my title to impossibly deep thoughts, but no one would really get the joke, would they? *grins*

The First 5

"The first five people to respond to this post will get some song I find that reminds me of them. If you respond the deal is *you* have to put this meme up. Do something for other people, offer songs or pretty drawings, tasty food, or complex things made from toothpicks. Brighten a day, make someone happy."

I figured its about time for a meme ;)

**Still 2 songs left...anyone? (as of 10/31)

Oh if life were made of moments...

"Oh if life were made of moments, even now and then a bad one, but if life were made of moments then you'd never know you'd had one" Is a quote from Into the woods. The movie we just watched for movie night, and piglets pick (thank you). While the movie, overall was good...it could of lost about an hour of content. That very line stuck in my head and has not left since Saturday.

I think I have been living life for the moments instead of what is inbetween. I think I need to learn to love the inbetween as well. Even with the stress, the grind and the day to day bullshit, I think I can learn to love the simple things again and stop living for the next moment. I think that every so often in our lives we have to stop the world from turning and find ourselves again. However thats done, whatever it takes.

So thats my deep thought for the day. Enjoy, they don't come too often and hardly ever without sarcasm *grins*

Kill a Cow to have a GOOD birthday

So yes, officially I'm 33 now. Don't even bother to ask my mental age because I'll just stick out my tongue, stick my fingers in my ears and waggle my hands at you saying "neaner neener neener!".

My birthday was Friday, which consisted of me waking at 3am and not being able to get back to sleep. Then the kids got up at 6 (an hour early) and we had to go to speech. I bought copious amounts of caffeine and made it through speech. I chose not to go to the funeral on 4 hours of sleep as I don't deal well with my family anyway. Felt guilty...But I think it was the right choice. I put the kids down early and just as they passed out, the child I had to babysat for some friends showed. So I downed more caffeine and settled in to watch Batman with him. It was then I heard the wonderful noise of the garage door. The Master had come home early and came in saying "would you like a nap?". I could of (and think I did) kiss him. I got a solid wonderful hour and felt able to face the evening.

I celebrated my birthday on Saturday by locking myself in the computer room all morning. Then I played some D&D with my husband (off and on) until the babysitter arrived. She showed, and Trouble had passed out on the couch. So we moved him to his bed and gave her instructions on what to to. We left and went to a Brazilian steak house. Those of you who have never been to one of these (and like meat...esp red meat)....I HIGHLY recommend it. It was like a party in my mouth (and get your mind out of the gutter). There is a huge salad bar (of which I didn't touch much of, but what I did was good) and then there are these guys with skewers of meat and big knives and they come by and carve off choice cuts for you to eat. This meat is melt in your mouth good. It was FANTASTIC. I had no room for desert and was glad I wore my big pants. I ate my red meat quota for the month, at least. It was blissfully wonderful.

After that we went to see The Departed. Great film...Violent and a wonderful story behind it. Well, maybe not wonderful, but entertaining. We came home and that was my Birthday.

In other news, Trouble has figured out how to find letters on the keyboard. He plays his elmo game by doing the alphabet in order, then backwards, then in order again. And for our babysitter, Piglet, Volume decided he didn't want to eat with a spoon and ate all his food with his fingers off his tray. So were on the right track to him eating on his own!

All things are good right now...*grins*

Window in my Head

So the bus ride...they love it. And thorugh preschool, they are catching colds and bugs galore...but better now than when they NEED to be there, right? Not that they don't need it..but Gah!

So I'm starting a music of the week kind of thing. If you want my weekly or 2 times a week song, drop me an email at Sumita_69@hotmail.com and I'll send it out :)

So I got an early morning phone call today and My cousin (whom I didn't know well), age 14, was riding her bike yesterday and was hit by a car and killed. Earlier this year, my other cousin was his by a drunk driver (with her daughter, age 10, in the car) and killed. Its a bad automotive year for us. I stopped by her grave yesterday (the first cousin) and I wasn't sure why. Now I know..and it's sad. I tell this not for condolences, but to get it off my chest. I deal strangely with grief and always have. Most of the people around me who have passed, its better that they did. Even a friend in high school, riddled by cancer...his end was a blessing as well. These two kinda hit me a bit hard. While I was no where near what I would call close with either (though, the first more than the last...I barely knew her), I still feel the injustice and the loss upon my family. So if everyone could do me a favor and drive a little safer today, I'd feel better.

Thats my tidbit into the window of my head today. I think I'm going to go close the curtains and turn on some music. Hop on through if you care to join me. Theres always room.

**Update: The wake is Friday, as well as the funeral. Happy 33rd birthday to me and good bye to a very special little girl

I'm a freak, you shouldn't say those things

So, you be the judge:


Thank you Nelly Furtado for my title today. We all know I'm a geek. I'm not going to hide it or dane to even say I'm not. I may be an attractive geek, but I do have four eyes and a love of gaming. I've been playing a NWN server called Kismet. Its a *clears throat* social server. *she grins* but I have found a group of friends who give GREAT roleplay! Sumita, the Bard character I play there has gotten to be quite popular. I've earned the name of Siren and been told I shine brighter than the sun. I have men and women following me around just for some time or a song and I have to say I was feeling great. I must be a fantastic RPer of a half-elven bard. So, I daned to speak to a friend this evening and share some of the compliments. Lets call him Twink. He tells me, its not my great RP...no no, thats not it. "its because Sumita's face loks like a blowup doll" is what he says.

In other news, I got 9.5 hours of sleep last night...thats always good. The kids are starting the bus too school on Monday. Should I call and see if they made it? *laugh*

Until next time *grin*

Bus...Magic Bus

What is it about the bus that kids love so much? We started with bringing them home on it and when it pulled up yesterday and honked, They both had to be drug off the bus (but Esp Volume). They love it! I'm thinking if they do that well all week, I'll see about them taking the bus in too. They are both doing fantastic in school and still love it everyday. We still do school in the basement almost every day too. I love those munchkins!

I'm sleeping better since I realized (from testing it over the weekend) that i do better on 5-6 hours instead of 7-8. (much to the Master's dismay) My major issue is that I don't wake up early well, so I'm having to stay up late or get 7-8 hours and be beat all day. I figure we'll work it out somehow...

Other than that, life is pretty hum-drum. I wake, go through my day, sleep.... repeat. I'm starting to think I need something thats just for me but my issue is I can't figure out what that is *laugh*. Oh well....until then I'll keep chugging at it and look forward to the pieces I get thrown, like my Saturday night at a hotel on my birthday weekend in 2 weeks. That should be nice. Of course, I wouldn't mind a CD player for my kitchen either *laugh*. Oh well...I'll take the night out and go swimming and love it.

Sleep? What's that?

I've had some sleepless nights lately (The Master informs me that it is NOT insomnia because I have slept 6 hours a few nights...far be it from me to point out
in-som-ni-a [in-som-nee-uh]
–noun
inability to obtain sufficient sleep, esp. when chronic; difficulty in falling or staying asleep; sleeplessness.

I think that 4-6 hours when I was getting 8-9 is insufficient. ;) One night I even only got 3. I'm going to do my best to get back to falling asleep and hope to God I don't wake up at 3am for the day. But until then, I'm cutting out naps. I just can't lie there awake in bed, so I get up and do things. Maybe I'll clean my house tonight *laugh*

In other news: Not for kids ears or eyes http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mQXsrrrf2zw Hysterically funny take on Terrorism. I love it.

The kids are great....love school so much they want to go everyday. I'm calling the bus company to see about haivng the bus bring them home soon. *sniff* they ARE growing up! I'll have to post some pictures soon.

Thats all for now, from lala land *grins* My heads a bit fuzzy and I'm starting to speak elvish. Time to get some more rest....just wish I could get tired!

First Week

So I can never come up with catchy titles for my blog entries. All my creativity is used up coming up with Buffy game episode names and character histories. Or coming up with things to torture my players with in D&D...I warned you I was a geek!!!

They survived their first week well. Trouble is impressing his teachers, learning turn taking and even stealing the teachers chair. They are calling him the little teacher. Volume, always slower to adjust, is doing better. Today, his Aide got him to go to the bathroom and the gym today...without fits! and its only the first week! Both teachers were impressed with how far they have come this summer *tries not to strain herself patting herself on the back*

As for me...I did a ton of NOTHING this week. I had a head cold and spent a lot of time on the phone with Marven, staring at my computer screen, or re-reading the same page over and over *laugh*

Well, kids are done with bath...time to get them ready for bed! Theres your update, all!

First Day

What a sad date to attend the first day of preschool, but I didn't pick it. I took them in, trying to take off their backpacks across the parking lot. Expecting, at least, small notification that I was leaving them somewhere, I walked them each to their classrooms. As soon as they were able to shrug out of those backpacks, they were gone! Without a look backwards. I stood, dumbfounded at the doorway as I unloaded said packs for their teachers. I walked out of the door and to the office, dropping off the ever present benedryl and epi pens for my poor nut allergic boys and thinking back to a few moments ago as the staff, gathered at the door when we arrived, commenting on how grown up they looked and how big they had gotten over the summer. Its so true...they have grown. Last year, they would of been upset at me leaving. We'll see how picking them up goes *grin*

So, the loser that I am, here I am...free...for my first day and I'm what...blogging and checking email? I'm such a loser! :) Hugs to K'Ballo whos dog of 11 years passed away today. May he run forever and catch that doe he always wanted. Hugs to Maven as well who is sitting at her little Gustsys preschool so that he transitions better.

I'm off to find something better to do on my first day of freedom!

ONE DAY

One day until we start preschool. I have had one helluva week. They had a virus all last weekend (and so did I) and then it turned into a cold. That I have now as they are getting over it. *sigh* They are well, went to Orientation and didn't want to leave *grin* so thats a good sign! I think we're all ready. I have a feeling I won't get as much done as I'd like this first week, but maybe I'll recover from my cold.

In other news, Volume is turning into tantrum. I know they say its a good sign, but wow. If yo don't get what he wants, when he wants it RIGHT then...its done. You'd think we were KILLING him! I guess its normal for 3 year olds, right Maven *grin*?

Shout out to K'Ballo. He has been a life line through the week keeping me entertained and enlightened with RP's and the like. Oio naa elealla alasse’. Also to Dizzy, my ever present kender, thank you for the music that is now stuck in my head! It is good music and the bard in me loves you for it.

Thats all folks...and I'm spent!

One Week

As of today we have ONE WEEK left until school. We spent the weekend with some virus thingy that made the boys and I lethargic and we all ran fevers. That and a loss of appetite were the only effects. So we all spent the weekend sleeping and watching TV because that was less strenious than anything else we could do. The master spent the weekend taking care of us, bless him. It seems most of the three-day weekends we get, someone gets sick...but at least its not NEXT WEEK!!!

Other than that, there isn't much happenening here. Boring but true. We have OT tomorrow (if trouble is feeling up to it) and then Orientation on Thursday from 1030-1130. I think they will be excited to see their teachers and classmates again. Not sure how I'll be juggling the two classes or if they'll pop us all in one. Maybe I'll get my exercise running between the two *laugh*. I have all their school supplies set and ready to rawk. One last week to survive and they get to go back to school!

7 DAYS UNTIL PRESCHOOL!!!!