I wanna be a kid again

October 30, 2008 at 9:15 pm (Melodie)

I have had it today. I don’t want to be an adult anymore. Today was one of those days when my ability to deal with adult problems was pushed to the limit. It rained, I didn’t bring an umbrella; Evan puked at school; Michael forgot to tell me that we signed up for food for the halloween party at their school tomorrow; I have writer’s block (for school); and am totally unmotivated to do anything.

gah.

I suppose I should look on the bright side of things.. but I just want to be miserable.

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Kitchen Update

October 28, 2008 at 3:06 pm (Kitchen CRAP)

Apparently, the mold inspector came yesterday to “inspect” and test the mold. I’m not exactly sure what is involved in this process and I don’t really care. As long as it gets rid of the big huge machines in the kitchen… I’m good.

We feel as though we are living in an airplane hanger – with an airplane running at full speed all the time. This causes a ripple effect with sounds. We talk louder to each other, we have to turn the tv up, we can’t hear anyone else (the house is less than 1000 sq ft), all of this means way more NOISE and more walking. Then, there’s the added bonus of the fridge in the dining room, no counterspace in the kitchen, and tripping over the garbage.

We are already tired of take out. I guess it wouldn’t be so bad if we lived in a town with decent take out. Can you believe I’m actually tired of Pizza? Tired. I want to sit down at my dining room table, eat a meal WITH vegetables and actually talk to my family. OMG I must have grown up! Did I mention how hot these little mold machines make the house? Uh ya… it’s about 75 all the time. Anyway, I tried to get to flickr because I had this witty post set to go (with pictures) and couldn’t access the site. Either they’ve blocked it (here at work… ahem) or the site is down. Whatever, I don’t have a lot of energy to waste on pictures anyway.

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Work-o-rama

October 21, 2008 at 2:28 pm (Bored)

The mold guys (now that’s a job title!) have started work on our kitchen. They are getting rid of the mold today, or I guess doing as much as they can. In order to safely remove the mold, they have to enclose the affected area in specialized plastic with specialized tape. I’m pretty sure these guys think this will be a very easy job. However, they have not met… the monsters! The evil (almost) 5 and (almost) 6 year old boys who insist upon being a part of absolutely everything. My mom thought it would be fair of us to warn these men that they might have to “rebuild” this little mold chamber each and every day. I say “let em find out for themselves.”

The boys are very inquisitive. They MUST know everything, they MUST be a part of everything. God forbid you are having a bad day and only want to be left alone on top of a mound of Ghiradelli chocolate – these boys will sense that weakness and make your entire day a living hell. In order to get any peace out of a “stay at home” day, we must have at least 1 million activities lined up in order to keep them occupied. This mold room? That’s one.

Michael is working tonight and again on the weekend. In the meantime, he (and I think the boys) might be expecting me to keep the boys occupied or something. Of course, it’s the week before halloween and neither of them have a costume (when are they old enough to make it themselves?) and we don’t have pumpkins or anything. I mean, GAWD, our kitchen has MOLD! I can’t be expected to do all this with MOLD in the kitchen. At first, Brody wanted to be a ghost and Evan wanted to be a witch (the boy version) but now Brody has seen one of his friend’s costume and wants to be identical to him. Honestly, I barely had enough time to do “ghost” how am I going to get a … I don’t even know what it’s called. He’s wearing a “leather” jacket with spikes on the shoulder, has his face painted, and is wearing a “skull” t-shirt. What’s that called? oy.

AND… one of our cats is having major behavioral issues. In fact, the words “prozac” and “pet behavioralist” came into a comversation!!! WHAT!!  AS IF! First of all, if anyone is getting a “behavioralist” it’s going to be Michael. Second, if anyone is getting Prozac, it’s ME! A suggestion was made that maybe she’s an outdoor cat and we should explore that option. I’m going to do the free option first. If that doesn’t make her happy… we’ll go from there. Personally, i want her to stop peeing on the beds (that’s plural) and beating the CRAP out of the other cats… but that’s just me. I’m not hard to please.

In order to do any work on halloween costumes this weekend, I am going to need to have the boys completely occupied for the entire time. Luckily, Brody is on a lego spurt right now… but Evan. The boy with a 2 minute concentration level. I might just go buy the darn costumes… (i shudder). I think I may have to get more involved with their school activities – who knew mommy guilt could extend so far! I feel like I am neglecting them because I’ve not made pumpkin shaped cookies for their classmates.

Oh and I’m completely bored at work. can you tell?

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Brody’s brain is teaching him to be a master lego builder

October 19, 2008 at 6:55 pm (Brody, Evan)

Michael took the boys to the mall today for the opening of a Lego store. As a grand opening activity, there was a master lego builder who was building a life size (or larger than life) R2-D2.

When you walked into the store, there were tables where you could sit and help the master builder make a portion of R2D2. I guess the boys made some white blocks (boooring). However, Brody now has a life goal of becoming a master lego builder. I don’t think we can afford this profession for our son. Have you seen the price of the lego sets? He’ll need a job just to get this job! I guess a Lego store is totally cool.. I wouldn’t know….  now lipgloss… that’s totally cool!

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The Kitchen

October 17, 2008 at 11:55 am (Kitchen CRAP)

Remember this title… you’ll be seeing it extensively over the next 4-6 weeks.

Last week, we walked into the kitchen and found the rug by the sink sopping wet. Michael nor I thought anything of it because Brody sometimes “washes” the dishes. I’m guessing it helps me relieve some of his stresses as a 5 year old. Then, on Tuesday, we walked in and there was a very large puddle of water in the middle of the floor. Thinking it was cat pee (our cats currently hate our guts) Michael bent down to get a better whiff.

Luckily for our cats… there was no smell. This prompted the immediate removal of the dishwasher and fridge to find the source of the water. As it turns out, our fridge was leaking through the intake valve (it has a water and ice dispenser). Apparently, for longer than two weeks. We called the insurance and reported a claim. The adjuster came out today with some guys because we found black mold on the walls. They “contained” the mold and discussed the plan of attack.

I knew it was bad because when Michael stepped on the tiles closest to the fridge, water seeped through the grout. FYI – This is never a good sign! They won’t know the underlying damage but have guessed that the subfloor is completely damaged. All of the bottom cabinets will need to come up, the tiles will have to be ripped out, the fridge and stove will need to be moved to another room, the food and all of the contents of the cabinets will have to be moved. We will have no access to a stove (because our stove is gas) and I think we’re putting the fridge (without water) in the dining room. Where will we put the dining room table, you ask? Well, our thoughts are to put it on the back deck. (Classy)

We will probably be without a kitchen for the next 4-6 weeks. But there is a bright side to all of this. You see… I really hated our kitchen floor. With a passion. It was hard to clean, it looks gross when it’s dirty (which is all the time – because hello.. I have boys). It also sits about 1/2 an inch higher than the rest of the floor in the house. It houses the spot where all the floor “dust” gets collected because of this lip. Another bright side… we’ll finally have a finished kitchen. These nice young construction guys are going to be taping and painting behind the fridge… something we never got around to. Depending on the damage to the drywall, they might have to take the drywall off of the wall that currently houses a very broken pocket door (that irritates me)… this will be our chance to get rid of that too!

Also, depending on the price of the part that we need to order to fix the piece o’crap fridge… we might get a new fridge also. Hello darling!

Over the course of the next few weeks, you might hear some cursing, some “hoorays!” and some “I can’t believe our entire family is fat from eating out.” Just try to ignore the bad stuff and look for the good.

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The TRAIN!!! GAH

October 16, 2008 at 9:21 am (Train)

Since stopping sugar (and caffeine) I’ve had very little rage. I think, in order to have perfect peace and harmony in my life, I need to stop the train too.

The train is supposed to be convenient. Better for the environment, cheaper… blah blah blah. It’s all bullshit! Well, maybe it is all of these things but today… today it was a pain in my ass. My usual morning ritual was changed because I have a hair appointment. This means instead of the boys driving me and dropping me at the station, i needed to drive my own self. No big deal. I left 10 minutes earlier than I usually do, got to the station on time… only to find that the 723 train was running 5 minutes behind. It actually showed up at 730. Then the driver (for some unknown reason) proceeded to drive like a 95 year old man wearing a hat. You know those drivers.

I’m all for safety! I choose life! But stopping in between stops, lurching lurching at around 2 mph was beyond ridiculous. A train ride that is supposed to take 33 minutes took 45 minutes (running 7 minutes late). I’m no math wizard, but that made me 15 minutes late for work. Don’t ask me how I got that number (I just said I wasn’t a math wizard).

Now, this next part isn’t the train systems fault…  but the guy sitting next to me smelled nasty. He had that “musty-haven’t had a shower in 2 weeks-coffee breath” kind of smell to him. Hey… I’ve been there! I’m sure I’ve had some smelly days… but on those days I don’t usually leave the house! But come on PEOPLE! You are in public! On public transportation! Give a girl a break for goodness sakes! At least brush your teeth!

I think I might be a little snarly after that train ride…  hmm

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Big Brothers

October 15, 2008 at 7:50 pm (Brody, Evan)

We are having a major struggle in our household right now. Brody in instinctively acting like a jackass big brother. Evan is trying to venture out on his own and do things his own way. At every turn, Brody is there yelling at him, telling him he’s doing it wrong.  Everyday I ask myself if this tyranny will stop. Then I ponder my own childhood. I acted like a jackass, I was mean and bossy, I fought with my brother and stomped on his chest (he’s got asthma… always has had it). We could fight at the drop of the hat. Eventually, we grew out of the fighting phase. If I had a problem, he’d have my back. Same goes for him. The issue never mattered, whatever the issue was… I’ve got his back. 

Everytime I see (or hear) Brody yelling at Evan I cringe. Yes, one day this behavior will pass and I’ll have two boys who will actually like each other. In the meantime, the yelling needs to stop! It’s making me KRAZEE. The constant bickering, yelling, screaming, hitting, name calling, referencing the “weiner dog,” the crying, the whining, the tattling. I can’t imagine why I’m having a hard time completing my homework!

I think we are going to instill a “no yelling zone.” I can’t see any other way for peace to come into my household. I am currently living in utter madness. bah

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An example of a conversation with Buggy

October 14, 2008 at 11:37 am (Evan)

Michael made a campfire in the back yard on Sunday night. I was inside the office doing homework (what else is new?). It was time for bed and Evan came to give me hugs and kisses. The following is the conversation that took place.

Me: Oooh Buggy, you smell like campfire!
Bug: Well, Momma, you smell like office!

He’s responsible for 75% of the laughter in our house.

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Happy Thanksgiving Canadians!

October 13, 2008 at 1:55 pm (Uncategorized)

Just know that I miss you all today.

and the potatoes.

and stuffing.

and gravy.

and leftover turkey.

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Our Weekend

October 12, 2008 at 9:09 pm (Family, Weekend)

Well, that really flew by didn’t it? It seems that it was only yesterday that I was leaving work on Friday afternoon. We really did have a great weekend. The weather was perfect-o and our activities were just the right amount. I don’t like to do a lot of socializing over the weekend, I’m a bit of an introvert and prefer to have my head in either a book or a case of beer. I’m not picky…

We went into SF to see the Blue Angels AND the Canadian Snowbirds fly. I put on extra necklaces to show my love for my country. I wore a maple leaf, a heart and a bead (which doesn’t really fit with the theme – but it looks cute). From our vantage point (which wasn’t really an ADvantage) I could barely see the snowbirds fly. I tried to take photos, but my “big” lens is only good for about 400 feet. The next time I go to fleet week, I want to have the lens that has it’s OWN tripod.

The children were… shall we say … less than excited to look at airplanes all day. You’d think they would be super excited to see them doing tricks. Not so much. But they did manage to completely ignore our requests to “be quiet already and watch the planes.” We only asked about 200 times during the afternoon. We bought a wagon (thankfully) because I was certain the boys would want us to carry them. They are now bigga boys who weigh about 45 lbs each… it’s like carrying two big bags of potatoes. Except stinkier. And whinier (if that’s possible… i know potatoes are pretty whiney.. but the boys would give them a run for their money!).

It was about 80 degrees out with a nice wind, so Michael decided to buy the boys some ice cream. Why you ask??  Well, because he’s just as maniacal as they are! You can imagine how KRAZEE they were with a little sugar in them. it was stupid!

We stopped at the ferry building after the show because we love to hear our children whine. Actually, they have an amazing cheese shop (or is it shoppe?) and it’s the only place to go if you are looking to spend $16.00 for a half pound of Irish cheese. And they make you take a number to spend this kind of money. According to my husband, it’s quality NOT quantity. Needless to say, we’ll be feeding the boys the Tillamook that we get in large QUANTITIES rather than the fine, exquisite Irish cheese that melts in your mouth. Michael and I were pooped and had wine for dinner (and beer for dessert).

My legs and shins are kiiling me today! We probably walked about 30 miles yesterday. After all the walking and the train ride, the boys (my youngin’s) were on their own for dinner. What? They are old enough to get their own dinner. Brody had chips and salsa AND chips and dip. Evan had cereal. I feel “mother of the year” coming on…

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