Oh the hysteria. We are all running around like chickens with our heads cut off as we (well, I) try to pack the boys things, my things, the cooler, run to the store, dye my hair, and write a post before we take off for an extended weekend up north. It is hubby's birthday today and it has become a tradition to make the three hour trek to the cabin every year on his birthday weekend. I love it when I'm up there. But I certainly don't like this part.
Without a computer present I know I will be able to be in the moment with the boys, soak in the sun, do a little fishing, swing on the porch swing drinking tea, and read the remaining two books I picked up from the library. I'm counting on this being a fabulous weekend. Which is a dangerous thing, really. It always seems that when I think we will all have a wonderful time, it ends up being dreadful. And when my expectations are extremely low we ended up having the best time ever. I guess we'll just wait and see.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
I'm a Winner!!!
After having the kind of day that made me want to lop my own head off I found out that I won one free YEAR of Picnik Premium from Maria at Immoral Matriarch! Can you stand it? I can't! Woohoo!!!
I've already been testing it out on my header pic. There are just so many different things I can do and add that I am just overloaded. I'm trying to keep with the less is more theory, but it is just too much fun. And it is so easy! Even a complete computer dolt like myself can do it. I can't wait to do more.
Thank you so much, Maria! You made my day!
I've already been testing it out on my header pic. There are just so many different things I can do and add that I am just overloaded. I'm trying to keep with the less is more theory, but it is just too much fun. And it is so easy! Even a complete computer dolt like myself can do it. I can't wait to do more.
Thank you so much, Maria! You made my day!
Monday, July 28, 2008
A Wise Decision
My husband used to live a very exciting life. His college years are filled with tales of travels all over the world, spending time on boats and motorcycles, throwing huge parties with his fraternity buds, living in London and New York, sky diving, skiing, scuba diving, and whatever else pops into your head when you think of adventure. It was quite a life. He worked hard in order to play hard. And he had a great time.
Then he met me. On our first date I can recall his questions:
Todd: "Do you ski?"
Me: "No, but I'd love to learn!"
Todd: "Have you ever been to Europe?"
Me: "No, but I'd love to go!"
Todd: "Have your tried scuba diving?"
Me: "No, but I've always wanted to."
And so on and so on. He walked away from the date feeling like he'd come across as an arrogant ass (though I didn't see him that way) and I felt like a boring, simple, little girl (and he swears he didn't see me that way). Time and our relationship went on and we flew to Europe together. And then he taught me how to ski. We went on motorcycle rides. And we'd hike through the woods too. He was always so good at making my life, our life, exciting.
When we got married the motorcycle was sold to save some money. And after we had children the ski trips became less frequent. Our thrifty nature and our three kids kept us from buying another motorcycle or taking more trips to Europe. In the past few months I could feel a pulling from Todd. A pull toward that life he used to know. Never did I doubt his love for his family, or for his life now, but I knew he missed a part of himself too. And I know how that can feel.
He had talked before about buying a motorcycle but knew it would be a few years before the boys would be able to go for rides with him. He felt selfish for looking into an expensive "toy" that would be strictly for his use no matter how much he would enjoy it. When he thought about buying a boat he knew it would be something the whole family could enjoy. When he started looking on Ebay for boats I knew he was on to something. I could feel his excitement ready to bubble over at the prospect of having this kind of fun back in his life.
After months of searching, a mechanics inspection, and several phones calls and emails to the owner, Todd brought this home on Saturday.
Needless to say, the boys were thrilled. All four of them.
We immediately took it down to the harbor for our first ride as a family. Todd was a happy man. 
And I was happy for him and his dream, realized.
Todd often talked about how he and his friend would anchor the boats on the sandy beaches of Oshkosh, drinking, playing football, eating, and having a good time. So on Sunday, despite Tommy's pukefest the night before, we headed out to Lake Winnebago to do just that. Well, minus the binge drinking, of course.
I was a little nervous that Todd's memory of the fun and the reality of doing it now with three little ones in tow might clash, but it didn't. The water was horrendously choppy, we were bouncing around the boat like popcorn in a kettle, and Tommy was still a bit under the weather, but it was still a great time. The boys were in heaven. We anchored our boat and the boys jumped into the warm sandy water and splashed and played with our friends' children to their hearts' content. Even little Tommy was too excited to be sick.
And Todd, well, he was grinning from ear to ear. It seems the wife and three little boys made his warm memories of boating even warmer.
Then he met me. On our first date I can recall his questions:
Todd: "Do you ski?"
Me: "No, but I'd love to learn!"
Todd: "Have you ever been to Europe?"
Me: "No, but I'd love to go!"
Todd: "Have your tried scuba diving?"
Me: "No, but I've always wanted to."
And so on and so on. He walked away from the date feeling like he'd come across as an arrogant ass (though I didn't see him that way) and I felt like a boring, simple, little girl (and he swears he didn't see me that way). Time and our relationship went on and we flew to Europe together. And then he taught me how to ski. We went on motorcycle rides. And we'd hike through the woods too. He was always so good at making my life, our life, exciting.
When we got married the motorcycle was sold to save some money. And after we had children the ski trips became less frequent. Our thrifty nature and our three kids kept us from buying another motorcycle or taking more trips to Europe. In the past few months I could feel a pulling from Todd. A pull toward that life he used to know. Never did I doubt his love for his family, or for his life now, but I knew he missed a part of himself too. And I know how that can feel.
He had talked before about buying a motorcycle but knew it would be a few years before the boys would be able to go for rides with him. He felt selfish for looking into an expensive "toy" that would be strictly for his use no matter how much he would enjoy it. When he thought about buying a boat he knew it would be something the whole family could enjoy. When he started looking on Ebay for boats I knew he was on to something. I could feel his excitement ready to bubble over at the prospect of having this kind of fun back in his life.
After months of searching, a mechanics inspection, and several phones calls and emails to the owner, Todd brought this home on Saturday.
Needless to say, the boys were thrilled. All four of them. We immediately took it down to the harbor for our first ride as a family. Todd was a happy man. And I was happy for him and his dream, realized.Todd often talked about how he and his friend would anchor the boats on the sandy beaches of Oshkosh, drinking, playing football, eating, and having a good time. So on Sunday, despite Tommy's pukefest the night before, we headed out to Lake Winnebago to do just that. Well, minus the binge drinking, of course. I was a little nervous that Todd's memory of the fun and the reality of doing it now with three little ones in tow might clash, but it didn't. The water was horrendously choppy, we were bouncing around the boat like popcorn in a kettle, and Tommy was still a bit under the weather, but it was still a great time. The boys were in heaven. We anchored our boat and the boys jumped into the warm sandy water and splashed and played with our friends' children to their hearts' content. Even little Tommy was too excited to be sick.
And Todd, well, he was grinning from ear to ear. It seems the wife and three little boys made his warm memories of boating even warmer.
Friday, July 25, 2008
PSF- It's A Mystery
Hosted by Cecily and MamaGeek
Ever since we had our bathroom remodeled and our shower completely overhauled Joey and Tommy have been constantly begging to take showers. They love going in there together whistling, singing songs, and playing around with buckets and scrub brushes like a crazy naked duo version of the seven dwarfs. Come to think of it I should give them tile cleaner and toothbrushes to scrub every nook and cranny next time they are in there. What? They'll think it's fun and I'll have a sparkling clean shower!
Anyway, it is one of life's great mysteries to me why when I make them stick their heads under the warm spray of the shower head they scream as if I am administering some kind of medieval torture devise, and yet they have no problem doing this...
or even this...
in the freezing cold sprinkler water. Why is that?
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Randomness
After trying to eat away my migraine all weekend (and gaining 4 freaking pounds because of it!) I am desperately trying to get myself back on track. Apparently it is not enough to run 4 miles every other day. You also have to eat healthy. What a rip off!
Yesterday was the first day my head was feeling normal and I was able to get in a pretty decent run. Now I just need to stop stuffing my pie hole. The problem is that running makes me hungry. I eat less when I don't run but I don't loose any weight. When I run I eat more and then I still don't loose any weight. And there's the rub.
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I also wanted to let you all know how much I appreciated your wonderful and supportive comments on my last post. The response was overwhelming. I was so nervous writing it. I didn't want anyone to feel sorry for me, or think I was trying to get attention, or I don't know. Whatever. Just thank you. Really.
For all of you that expressed interest in taking off those fracking torturous word verifications I have put a little linky on my sidebar with instructions on how to do it. It is under Join the Revolution. Click on Here's How. And thank you for your cooperation. :)
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You know you're a mother when your kids are talking about Ironman and it reminds you that they need to take their vitamins.
Yesterday was the first day my head was feeling normal and I was able to get in a pretty decent run. Now I just need to stop stuffing my pie hole. The problem is that running makes me hungry. I eat less when I don't run but I don't loose any weight. When I run I eat more and then I still don't loose any weight. And there's the rub.
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I also wanted to let you all know how much I appreciated your wonderful and supportive comments on my last post. The response was overwhelming. I was so nervous writing it. I didn't want anyone to feel sorry for me, or think I was trying to get attention, or I don't know. Whatever. Just thank you. Really.
For all of you that expressed interest in taking off those fracking torturous word verifications I have put a little linky on my sidebar with instructions on how to do it. It is under Join the Revolution. Click on Here's How. And thank you for your cooperation. :)
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You know you're a mother when your kids are talking about Ironman and it reminds you that they need to take their vitamins.
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