Weekend? We had one? hmm… I must have missed it

January 28, 2008 at 2:24 pm (Blog 365, Weekend)

Never before has time flown so quickly. Not even during “Back to the Future.” Before I knew what hit me, it was Monday morning and I was kicking myself for all the crap I didn’t have time to do.

It didn’t help that I spent almost all day yesterday doing stupid dumb homework. I know it will be worth it, but sacrificing right now is killing me. Deep down, I knew that going back to school would be difficult. It has stressed me out, it affects my children and my relationship with Michael. It affects how clean my house is. Pretty much everything.

I have two killer classes right now; a core business class and an elective ethics class. The elective class is really killing me! This is a class that I chose to take and I should not be forced to write 1000 word papers every single week! It’s not right. whine whine whine

We also took our nephew for the weekend while his parents are at the hospital with his baby sister. She had heart surgery and everything is going great. She’s doing really well and should be coming home soon. We spent Saturday night at the hippies house eating these really delicious, but very fattening chicken wings. The boys had a great time and so did Michael and I.

I can’t believe it’s monday already. I’m going to try to stop whining for today. Wish me luck!

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Weekend Update!

January 22, 2008 at 8:53 am (Brody, Evan, Family, Friends, Weekend)

Oh man, we had an amazing weekend! We took the boys to the snow and had a celebration for Evan’s birthday. We were multi-tasking. 

I can’t believe Evan is 4! It doesn’t seem like yesterday since he was born… but he seems so….  big. He still wants me to do lots of things for him, but he loves to do things “his own self.” He likes when I help him get dressed, but I think this is out of sheer laziness. Plus, he really loves his momma. 🙂

Anyway, back to the weekend shenanigans!  We had an amazing time with the hippies. We relaxed, we went sledding, we played pool, we played cards, I baked a cake (OMG! it was amazing), we ate and ate and ate… I ate so much this weekend that I am still full. Both the children and the adults played nice – so it was good!

We went to Big Trees State Park and enjoyed the giant sequoias. I have uploaded photos to my flickr account, so if you have access – head on over to look at pretty pictures. I ended up carrying Evan for a long long time because “him legs were tired.” I can totally understand that because my legs were tired. The trails were covered in hard packed snow, so you really had to watch where you were going. We took pictures of the boys at the trail markers, Evan at the 4 and Brody and Gavin at the 5. They are super cute pictures! As with all hiking, Michael had the time of his life. He wore shorts for goodness sakes! I’m betting he won’t do that again because his boots were rubbing and irritating his leg.

This weekend really motivated us to eliminate some things from our lives. We no longer need to have STUFF. Stuff is killing us and cluttering our home. It has motivated us to eliminate our debt and maybe think about taking more weekend trips. Being away from the house and responsibilities was good for our family, good for our friendship with the hippies, and good for our relationship. 

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What a weekend!

January 14, 2008 at 12:47 pm (Blog 365, Bored, Brody, Evan, School, Weekend)

I had a final paper due for school this past weekend. As expected, I was firmly attached to my laptop for a good portion of that time. I did get to spend some awesome time with Buggy while his daddy and brother went to the outdoor sportsman show. Buggy doesn’t like walking as much as he likes carrying, so I agreed to let him stay home (while I worked on my paper). It went well, except for him saying to me “momma, you are taking a long time” every 5 minutes.

I wrapped up my paper on Sunday morning and spent the afternoon, at the mall, by myself! Man oh man that felt good!! I walked around looking at anything I wanted to, I stopped in stores that looked interesting, I didn’t go into any children’s stores, I got to look at hair gel for half an hour!  Half an hour!!

I wasn’t going to buy any hair products or lipgloss, but the pull was greater than gravity. I ended up with some much needed gel, some hairspray and some sticky hair stuff for the boys. They often want me to put their hair into a mohawk and I don’t have the product to make it stay.

Brody has two black(ish) eyes today. He bumped his head at the exact same spot on Friday night, then again on Sunday. He also bumped the other side of his head on Sunday as well. Good thing his teachers know us well, they might have called child services.

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Wildlife

September 5, 2007 at 2:00 pm (Michael, Weekend)

Along with swimming, s’more eating, dirt and a roaming dog – we ended up seeing quite a bit of “wildlife” while camping this past weekend.  We saw turkeys, foxes, deer, birds, lizards and something brushed against one of the hippie’s legs while swimming. 

Can you believe that we saw turkeys?  Michael spent two weekends sitting against a tree during the last turkey hunting season and didn’t even see one turkey, nevermind a whole rafter! Gobble gobble all day, taunting him – practically laughing in his face. Here he was without a stitch of mossy oak camo, no gun in sight, no special “seating pad /back pack duo” covered in the special mossy oak camo pattern, no hand warmer or face cover (same mossy oak pattern), thigh high boots (don’t ask), or jacket in site. It wasn’t just 1 rafter of turkeys, there were two or three.  Gobble gobble.  Brody even mastered the gobble and encouraged them into our campsite.  Don’t you love how I’m “up” on my turkey lingo?

Maybe next time, Michael should bring the palace and his four year old son when he goes turkey hunting.  He might catch something! Who needs a stinking turkey call – I got a four year old right here! I have warned, though, that if he does “catch” something – he must not rely upon me to “prepare” it. Even though I was raised around farmers, I am not interested in plucking or cleaning said turkey.  Besides, I get my turkeys frozen from the grocery store.

Me thinks word travels fast in the turkey community – they knew exactly where we would be.

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The last weekend of the summer

September 5, 2007 at 1:41 pm (Family, Friends, Weekend)

We took the kids and the hippies to Folsom Lake for some Labor (or Labour depending on where you are reading this) Day camping. We arrived on Friday at around 1:30 or so.  It was about a million degrees and the children were cranky from being cramped up in a vehicle while we tried to negotiate the twists and turns of the foothills.

Trying to put up the tent (aka “the Palace) in 100 degree weather is not the nicest job on the planet.  We got a choice (ha, i’m so 80’s) camping spot that was close to the water. After quickly setting up camp we headed down to the water for a refreshing swim. Folsom Lake is like a reservoir, local people use the water so the level drops during the summer (Ranger Ego said the level drops 6 – 8 inches per day). You’ll find out why we called him Ranger Ego later.

The first step in going to the water is to get dressed FOR the water. With two cranky boys – I would have preferred wrestling rattlesnakes. We all want to go swimming, why can’t we work together as a family to accomplish this? I taught another lesson on families. Anyway, we finally got into our swimsuits and headed out across the terra firma; it felt as if we were walking across the Sahara.  It’s hot, about 105F, the ground has been soaking up the sun (so it’s hot) and is golden in color (dead grass color actually) with prickly things.  I have floatie’s, two boys and a dog.  I am wearing flip flops. The boys are wearing flip flops. It’s 105 but it feels like 120.  The only place that I’ve ever been more hot was in the Mojave Desert (the sand actually burned my feet).

We get to the lakeside and promptly sink 12 inches down into mud. Because the lake water is used regularly, the “shore” of the lake was actually the “middle” of the lake.  You know the yucky mud and sledge that sits on the bottom of the lake?  Well, it’s actually now the shore.  And it smells like ass. Dirty, nasty, camping for 5 days with no showers ass.

However, it did NOT stop me or the boys from jumping right in.  I did mention it was 105 right?  We were feeling great by the time Michael and the hippies joined us. 

Camping was everything we hoped it would be.  I was still stressed on Friday and part of Saturday, but I was finally able to let all that stress leave my body and genuinely enjoyed myself. The heat died down over the weekend and we found ourselves comparing each day to the previous day. It can’t be 98, it feels less hot than yesterday.

We did have issues with bringing our dog Sasha.  Could she please just stay in the campsite? Why is that so hard? Did she want to be tied up the entire time? You’d think that with the heat she’d by laying in the shade or something. Nope. She was off galavanting.  She chewed through every rope we had until Michael finally found a computer lock cable, it was really short – but we had no choice.  After Ranger Ego came over to inform us that if he caught her off leash again, we’d be fined $250 – we seriously had no choice. Finally, on Monday (the day we were leaving) – she figured out that she needed to stay in our campsite. Duh.

Did I mention that there were no showers? It’s probably a good thing, because the water levels would have sunk an additional 12 inches – there were a ton of “girlie girls” camping and the fact that there weren’t showers was “gross.” Um, you are camping! Deal!  We bathed ourselves (partially) and the boys at the water spigot. Classy! I washed the important parts, my feet.  We set up a plastic tub and bathed the boys completely, which made the adults completely jealous!

I ate enough s’mores to choke a horse. I ate some without marshmallow, I ate some with just chocolate, I ate some chocolate, some graham crackers.  We contemplated starting a fire because it was desert hot out – but the need for s’mores outweighed the heat. I had expected drunken nights playing Uno, but by 10:00 we adults were wiped out.  We were all quite well-behaved. 

All of us, except the laughing hyena at the neighboring campsite.  You know the type. She was excited to be camping! She’s waited all year! She drank enough coors lite to float a boat and laughed at EVERYTHING anyone said!  Until 3:00 am!  Then, she was promptly up at 6:00 am!  Between her and the heat, I was a tad grumpy.  She did sound like a hyena – you can ask anyone.

Lucky for her, the Ranger put a stop to the shenanigans and everyone slept peacefully throughout the night the rest of the weekend.  We had a good time, we drank some beers and laughed.  We ate way more than we should have (see s’mores story above) and we came home happy.  What more could you ask for? If you said rechargeable tent fans, you’d be right.  🙂

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Thursday Thirteen – My first one!

August 30, 2007 at 12:45 pm (Weekend)

Okay, so I’m hoping for thirteen things on the same topic, but if not – I’m going to improvise.  The lovely Mallory encouraged me to make this list because I could not come up with topics for the blog. So, without futher adieu:

Thirteen things I will thoroughly enjoy while camping this weekend (in no particular order):

1.   Sunflower seeds.
2.   S’mores.
3.   Sleeping in a tent. (crazy right?)
4.   Swimming.
5.   Sand (I love the feel of it on my feet)
6.   Soft music by the campfire (let’s keep our fingers crossed that we can have a campfire).
7.   Silly games of Uno with good friends.
8.   Simple activities to keep my children occupied.
9.   Lazy afternoons reading a book.
10.  Not having to yell at the boys to get out of the street, get your shoes on, why didn’t you go pee in the toilet, where is your brother, why did you let the dog out the front door, turn the TV off, no you may not play Star Wars Lego, yes you have to eat your dinner.
11.  I won’t have to look at the pile of laundry that is nearly touching the ceiling in the garage and feel guilty for not doing it.
12.  The freedom.

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