I am so tired of American Idol and all of the chit chat that happens the next day in our office. I don’t care who sang what or who is being voted off. Should I care? I have no energy in my life right now for reality TV. And Ryan Seacrest. Beh. What was really cute though, was my little nephew telling me “seacrest out” everytime we spoke on the phone.
I am also completely done with the same AI people asking me several times every week if I had watched. If I keep saying no… why do they keep asking? I’m not going to start watching.
I don’t know – maybe I’m looking for more meaningful conversation where it just couldn’t possibly ever happen? Maybe my issue isn’t with American Idol but with the lack of intelligent conversation in my life? Maybe it’s time for a class?
Why? Can anyone please tell me why I actually feel the NEED to do a spring cleaning on my house? I find that I can’t stop myself from organizing, reorganizing, wiping baseboards, cleaning cupboards, reorganizing bedrooms, etc blah blah blah. I’d much rather be doing a craft (i have so many projects on the go right now) or reading a book – or lounging on the couch – but NO… here I am reorganizing my boys’ room because I NEED to.
Spring Cleaning has never had this power on me prior to becoming a mother and wife. I could go for years at a time – never feeling the need to clean. Ask my mom – she’ll confirm that I don’t like cleaning – that I’ve never felt compelled to clean. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t living in a dump – I’d do what was necessary. So why after all these years do I NEED to spring clean?
Since Michael and I work full time – I have hired a housekeeper to come in every two weeks and give my house the once over. She does way more than I ever could and she does it so well! I doubt she could pass my mom’s white glove test – but she’s good enough for Michael and I. Yesterday I found myself saying “gosh, I should clean the windows!” Uh… are you kidding?? Again, my mom can attest – I have never said that in my life! I keep referencing my mom here because she’s the one who listed the household chores for my brother and I while we were growing up. She’s the reason I actually know how to clean stuff. I can’t say she chose the chores properly because my brother is allergic to dust and she had Bob dust the house – but still – she was our clean teacher. The woman with the white glove. I remember cleaning the upstairs bathroom 5 times because it couldn’t pass inspection. I think she’s probably the reason I hate cleaning. (sorry mom). I am happy that she taught me to clean – I think that is super important.
So last night, I convinced Michael to help me reorganize the boys bedroom. He was surprisingly easy to convince becase he always gets the short end of the stick in these projects – especially if they happen INSIDE the house. He’s there purely to assist me and for the heavy work. I tend to be the foreman – delegating jobs to him faster than he can keep up and getting angry when he’s forgotten what to do next – even though I told him 5 times already. We worked hard though and I’m so proud of us – we were able to occupy the boys in the front room allowing us to get rid of a lot of toys (don’t tell the boys!) and moving things out of their room so that they have an actual place to play. Hooray!
I moved a bookcase out of their rooms purely because I had to pull Brody off of it about 20 times already. It’s a tall bookcase, made of very heavy wood – with very heavy shelves. So heavy they could crush a 4 year old and his brother in the blink of an eye. I had to find a place for all of the items the bookcase housed (a demanding task at best). Michael and I thought we had secured the bookcase to the wall so that it couldn’t tip but were surprised to find out last night that the screws had actually pulled out of the wall and were no where to be found. Comforting thought isn’t it?
I don’t have photos of the end result (or before shots either) because I was angry at Michael last night for not cooking supper correctly (I really have to let some things go!) and only had one thought on my head – which was “clean house now.” Plus, I am famous for taking pictures and then leaving them on the camera for like 2 years – then never remembering why I took the picture in the first place. So I saved myself 2 years last night. Anyway, the end result is just amazing. The place looks bigger!! And Brody walked in and said “wow, it smells clean in here!”
Now, I just have to talk Michael into painting their room.
Here at our home on the range, we are always interested in new and exciting activities for Brody and Evan. We had taken them to the “big slide park” previously, but the big slide scared the crap out of them. Daddy had to work on Saturday, so I decided that I would take the boys to the park. They were excited! that mommy! was going to the park!! Something Mommy stays away from because I like the quiet that surrounds our abode when all boys are playing.
Brody wasn’t sure about the big slide park, but he knew that he needed cardboard! Lots of cardboard! Because the big slide is much faster if your bottom is on some cardboard. You see, the big slide is made of very very smooth concrete. Sweat pants or baseball uniforms are a desirable clothing while sliding down the big slide.
We call it the big slide park for a very good reason…
The boys had a great time. Brody ran out of the car, with his cardboard in hand, headed straight for the slide and sat down on the cardboard. He then proceeded to fly (at the speed of light) down the slide, did a few 360’s and ended up landing on his bum. Being Brody, he got up – threw the cardboard to the ground and climbed the stairs for his next run. Without the cardboard. He also cautioned his little brother against the cardboard, even though Evan persisted and actually carried the cardboard up the stairs in hopes of using it.
Evan is a big chicken. He “talks” big – but that’s all it is. He’s got no game. I love him dearly – but he’s not as daring as Brody. I ended up climbing the stairs roughly 40 times yesterday just so that I could accompany Evan down the slide.
My boys are sweet little boys and I found myself bossing other kids a lot yesterday. This is one of the reasons we don’t go to this park a lot. The idea is, lots of families come to this park and have picnics, etc – they play volleyball, have cookouts, and play with their children. The intention is there and it is good. What usually happens though, is the parents spend all of their time having beers with their friends – telling very loud boisterous stories, leaving the actual supervision of their children to the suckers who are on the playground. So I (along with several other moms) find ourselves coordinating these children so that they don’t fight, hit, swear, endanger or dismember our children – or themselves. I put a lot of effort into carrying those boys for 9 months (each!), raising them, feeding them, clothing them. I am not about to have some sassy 10 year old push them down the slide head first just because they are in a rush and can’t wait for my boys to lock their legs and slide down together (which is super sweet because they also wrap their arms around each other!). I am also not about to let some little brat swear in front of them, stand on the bottom of the slide – only jumping out of the way at the last minute to avoid oncoming sliders, climb up the slide while people are waiting at the top, sliding down on their shoes… the list goes on. Today I heard this little… I’m trying to be nice … BRAT swearing at her friend, calling her fat and stupid. It took all of my will power to NOT walk over there and lay into her – but I figure what goes around comes around and she’ll get hers. All in good time my friend. All in good time.
I try to raise my childen to be good people. Of course, they are boys – so they are a tad energetic. Okay maniacal. But, they’ll listen to their elders, they will not push in front of other people (their brother is fair game though), and they usually use their manners. I want to be able to take my children anywhere at any time and not hear through the grapevine (YOU know the grapevine) that they were horrible little buggars. I want people to like my children. I can honestly say that there wasn’t one child at that park yesterday that I actually enjoyed.
Anyway, we will continue to go to the big slide park because my boys love it. It also wears them out like you wouldn’t believe. 50 times up the stairs really wears you out.
Well Hello There!
I feel like a real blogger now. I had a page somewhere else – but it was sooooo hard and unforgiving! Now I’ll have a place to post pictures of my maniacal children and my supportive and loving husband! Hooray!
I want to thank Miss Zoot for this opportunity – I think she’s the best thing since Diet Coke. 🙂 I’m on my way to becoming an uberdork!
This is my goofy son Evan. He was trying to raise and lower his eyebrows.
Here’s Brody immitating his brother! They are a barrel of monkeys!
After years of negotiations, my parents are gracing us with a visit in May. Hooray! My children will stop crying for them and they will have fulfilled 1 of the 2 promised visits per year.
Of course, I have emailed my grocery list. It’s quite simple – she brings the goods or I don’t let her in the door. I am raising her grandchildren! She owes ME! ha!
On the list… beet pickles. homemade. Ketchup chips. lays brand. Hot pickled peppers. Bics please. and cheez whiz. balk at me if you will, but Mac & Cheese tastes better with a bit of the whiz. Plus, I’m addicted – plain and simple. I don’t care if it is one ingredient away from being plastic. I like it. There are worse things to be addicted to.
We’ve decided that they will stay in the boys room and the boys will sleep on our floor. They love sleeping on the floor – especially in mommy’s room. Mom can have the top bunk (I’m not joking) and my Dad can have the bottom. My dad is an early riser and mom is a light sleeper – so this arrangement works for both of them.
I love it when my parents visit. My house is clean when I get home, my children and husband get fed regular meals with a variety of food groups involved. Never is it just mac & cheese for dinner, there is a meat and vegetable included! I know! Plus, my mom hates to see piles of laundry everywhere – so she makes it her own personal mission to catch me up on all the laundry. I have promised myself that I won’t let the laundry pile up for months before their visit.
My father will probably clean our garage. So, he’ll putter around – throwing things out that are useless but that Michael and I can’t bring ourselves to part with. It doesn’t matter, we never miss the items anyway. It’s better if my dad does it – there’s no emotional attachment to the item. He’ll rearrange our pantry, mom will defrost the freezer (we’ve owned it 3 years and we can barely close the door from all the ice), she’ll throw away old frozen food that we’ve forgotten about. She’ll make a list of food to replenish the freezer. My dad is the shopper, he’ll make several trips (per day) to the grocery store down the street. Buying 4 of the same thing because it’s on sale. We still have diet Sprite from their last visit 2 years ago. They will ply our children with sugar and junk food – but take full responsibility for them when they go insane from sugar overdose. A million pictures will be snapped, cupboards will be cleaned, baseboards and windows will be washed. All because my parents don’t like to be bored. It’s going to be great!
My dad loves to be the foreman. He loves giving orders and directing people while he watches the outcome. He’ll tell us the best way to clean something and then give orders for the next task. I must admit that I am slightly happy about this because we might actually have a clean backyard! Right now, it looks like squatters live in my house and use the backyard as their personal dump. There are pieces of wood from a fence recently built, leftover pieces from a playset that we put up. Chewed up pieces of sprinkler system (thank you Sasha), plants ripped out of the ground (again, Sasha), little tiny pieces of wood everywhere (Sasha) that have been chewed to bits. I think I might even rent a dumpster – our garbage can won’t be able to hold all the stuff we’re going to throw away! It’s going to be great!
I’m hoping we might even have new landscaping in or maybe some sod. My parents hate being bored and I can’t possibly amuse them for 2 whole weeks!! Weeding the garden and mowing the lawn are fun! Maybe if I just really talk it up! Make it seem like fun! Add a lot of exclamation marks! And a really high pitched voice! They’ll want to help! It works on the children… 🙂
I’m really looking forward to their visit. I just hope we can all fit in our little house. And of course, if they just feel like laying around, that will be great too!
A friend at work has a daughter who is a Senior in High School. She is conducting an interview with a guy that we work with and the questions looked so great, that I thought I would answer them too. There are several sets of questions, this is the first set.
1. When and where were you born?
I was born in Edmonton, Alberta Canada on November 10, 1971.
2. What do you remember most about childhood?
I remember my sense of family. We were always doing things with extended family. I also remember laughing a lot and playing cards.
3. Do you have any siblings? Ages?
I have 1 brother, he’s uh… (carry the one) 32 I think?
4. What was school like?
It was fun. I mean, come on – I was a kid in school. We painted, we colored, we learned some stuff. How can that be bad? ha!
5. Did you have a favorite toy/activity?
I loved loved loved my Mrs. Beasley doll. We also played a lot of games – you name it we played it. Mostly cards though.
6. What was the biggest moment in your childhood?
It would have to be when I went to stay with my Uncle on their farm. His sister (My Aunt) ended up dying around the same time, so I went with their family to her funeral. When we got to My Aunt’s house after her funeral, it was a huge shock for me. I could clearly see that these were poor people. They didn’t have electricity or indoor plumbing. It was a turning point in my childhood. Every kid thinks that other people live the same way they do. To see a dirt floor and a bucket with a toilet seat on it was really life changing. Not at the time, of course – but I realize it now.
7. Who was your favorite teacher? Why?
My favorite teacher was Mrs. Marion. 3rd grade. She was nice and she had a horse!
8. What was your first job? How was the salary?
My first job was running the ice cream bikes in town. My brother and I owned 4 (or was it 2?) ice cream bikes and I convinced all of his friends to ride them around town and sell ice cream. I don’t remember the salary – but I remember that we always had money if we needed it.
9. Who was your best friend?
In Vimy it was Crystal Landry and in Busby it was Leslie Thompson.
10. Who were your heroes/role models?
I really looked up to my parents. I especially loved my Aunts and Uncles. (you can
11. Did you have a favorite movie? TV show?
I loved the Smurfs. 🙂
12. What did you want to be when you grew up?
I don’t recall having thoughts as to work! 🙂 I could be a dental hygienist. That didn’t work out.
13. Was there any traumatic/dramatic experience that changed your childhood?
There were a few. A few traumatic experiences that happened with cousins. One died when she fell off a horse and I remember how sad her mom was. One was seriously injured in a fire. Both, very heartbreaking times.
See? Good questions right?