Sunday, January 18, 2009
My Arch Foe
As we often do, Saturday night we went to Wal-Mart. H got a smiley face sticker for being a good girl. Brent got $40 in cash for lunch next week. And me? As Brent pointed out, I got $96.99 worth of groceries that I get to take home and prepare, serve, and clean-up from. Somehow I don't think that's much of a reward.
Monday, January 12, 2009
I Knew It!
According to VH1, the number one heavy metal song is Guns N Roses "Welcome to the Jungle." I could have told you that. I believe I've already written a post talking about the many conversations/arguments my brothers and I get into about which GNR song is the best, and I almost always say "Welcome To The Jungle".
I had a good time watching the whole countdown, though. What can I say, I'm a sucker for top 100 shows. I even watched the top 100 (or however many there were) country duets. And I believe I called that it would be Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton with "Islands in the Stream" taking number one.
Here's the thing. I was raised by a father who listened to country, and a mother who listened to classic rock. My mother, may she rest in peace, got into an argument in Relief Society about rock music, taking the position that the best song ever written was Ozzy Osbourne's "Crazy Train".
My husband Brent and I argue about music frequently, often about my training H to like classic rock. He has been, and always will be, a huge fan of Oingo Boingo. The first song I ever heard in his truck was Little Girls. Boingo is great, and I fully intend to put a Boingo quote on Brent's headstone.
I am a product of the '90s. I fully agree that Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit" is the quintessential '90s song. No offense to my mom or Ozzy, but I personally feel it may be the best song ever written. I mean, if you don't count "Freebird."
I have a theory on music called ELCR--Everyone Likes Classic Rock. I really need to make it Everyone But Brent and His Dad Like Classic Rock, but EBBHDLCR is a really long acronym. And Brent is coming around. He likes the Eagles now, so that's progress. And he's up for a little Pink Floyd once in awhile.
Still Standing
So far, so good. 2009 hasn't been too bad. No major catastrophes, hardly even minor catastrophes. H and I made a bird house, a bug house, and some valentines day magnets.
H is obsessed with watching Peter Pan. Can I just say that Peter Pan is really obnoxious? I mean, who wouldn't just punch him in the face after being around him for an hour? She likes to watch it because Tinkerbell is in it, even though Tink doesn't talk. H loves the Tinkerbell movie.
Brent and I have tried to watch a movie every Saturday night, which is no small feat, considering his travel schedule. But since we have a projector that works again, we are making the effort. Last week we watched Journey to the Center of the Earth in 3-D. The movie was what I expected--not the best ever, but who cares when you get to look at Brendan Fraser for two hours? The 3-D part was fairly lame, so next time I think we'll watch it in 2-D. I have to pick a movie for the this week. I wonder if H will fall asleep again so we can watch something too violent for a 3-year-old. Yes, I say this even though she watched the new Indiana Jones movie. And yes, she didn't have nightmares, but you never know when they will start. Though she is getting desensitized to violence--her new favorite show is Star Wars: The Clone Wars, which she calls the Puppet show, and she has watched The Clone Wars movie at least twice. Yes, mother of the year, right here. Do I get points for teaching her the Brady Bunch theme song?
H is obsessed with watching Peter Pan. Can I just say that Peter Pan is really obnoxious? I mean, who wouldn't just punch him in the face after being around him for an hour? She likes to watch it because Tinkerbell is in it, even though Tink doesn't talk. H loves the Tinkerbell movie.
Brent and I have tried to watch a movie every Saturday night, which is no small feat, considering his travel schedule. But since we have a projector that works again, we are making the effort. Last week we watched Journey to the Center of the Earth in 3-D. The movie was what I expected--not the best ever, but who cares when you get to look at Brendan Fraser for two hours? The 3-D part was fairly lame, so next time I think we'll watch it in 2-D. I have to pick a movie for the this week. I wonder if H will fall asleep again so we can watch something too violent for a 3-year-old. Yes, I say this even though she watched the new Indiana Jones movie. And yes, she didn't have nightmares, but you never know when they will start. Though she is getting desensitized to violence--her new favorite show is Star Wars: The Clone Wars, which she calls the Puppet show, and she has watched The Clone Wars movie at least twice. Yes, mother of the year, right here. Do I get points for teaching her the Brady Bunch theme song?
Monday, December 29, 2008
More TV and Stuff
So, the crummy times continue. My newest nephew Ry, who is only 1 month old, is in the hospital. They think he might have pneumonia. My mother died from pneumonia. I'm not pleased.
And I still have to unearth my house from all of the empty cardboard boxes and Play-Doh containers that have taken over. And my daughter, sweet little cranky H, just scratched my face with a Disney Movie Rewards movie insert from her copy of High School Musical, while she gleefully says "We can watch this movie forever!" We have been watching this movie forever, hence the DVD. I need the 2 hours off of my DVR. 24 and Battlestar Galatica are returning, and we still haven't started Sanctuary, Fringe, or this season of Sarah Connor Chronicles. But we are down to only 5 episodes of Ninja Warrior, 5 episodes of Star Wars: The Clone Wars, and one Supernanny. Which we might stop watching, because H acts up when she sees the naughy children. And I would gladly delete all 5 Phineas and Ferbs. Yes, it's amusing, yes a lot of the humor goes over the head of the children, but when your 3 year old can quote the shows, and you can recite them verbatim, it's time for something new!
Curse you Perry the Platypus!
And I still have to unearth my house from all of the empty cardboard boxes and Play-Doh containers that have taken over. And my daughter, sweet little cranky H, just scratched my face with a Disney Movie Rewards movie insert from her copy of High School Musical, while she gleefully says "We can watch this movie forever!" We have been watching this movie forever, hence the DVD. I need the 2 hours off of my DVR. 24 and Battlestar Galatica are returning, and we still haven't started Sanctuary, Fringe, or this season of Sarah Connor Chronicles. But we are down to only 5 episodes of Ninja Warrior, 5 episodes of Star Wars: The Clone Wars, and one Supernanny. Which we might stop watching, because H acts up when she sees the naughy children. And I would gladly delete all 5 Phineas and Ferbs. Yes, it's amusing, yes a lot of the humor goes over the head of the children, but when your 3 year old can quote the shows, and you can recite them verbatim, it's time for something new!
Curse you Perry the Platypus!
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
More Woes
So, I let my guard down the other day and said "I hope we can make it through the rest of the year without any catastrophes." There was 9 days left in the year so it didn't seem that unrealistic. Shall we review what has happened since I said that on Monday?
My father-in-law drove his Explorer off the freeway and his a construction vehicle and it took the Highway Patrol 5 hours to get to him. Five hours.
My brother Nate was rear ended in the K-Mart parking lot while he was getting into his car. Nate is currently a police officer, so it was a good thing he wasn't in Springville, or they would have had to call the Highway Patrol and they seem rather busy right now.
I have a pink soft cast on my foot. When the podiatrist said he was going to wrap up my foot, I really thought he was talking Ace bandage, so when he brought out the goopy gauzy stuff I was a little surprised. So I can't get my foot wet for 3 days and it really isn't very comfortable. And I made the mistake of not getting one of the drivy carts at Wal-mart yesterday right after the cast was put on and really made my foot hurt. I honestly couldn't tell you how I hurt it, but there's foot pain and it hurts, and this is supposed to pull everything back where it goes. And I'm running out of Ibuprofen.
And apparently I'm making up words. At least there have been no ER trips this week. You would think that wouldn't be a big deal, but lately it is.
My father-in-law drove his Explorer off the freeway and his a construction vehicle and it took the Highway Patrol 5 hours to get to him. Five hours.
My brother Nate was rear ended in the K-Mart parking lot while he was getting into his car. Nate is currently a police officer, so it was a good thing he wasn't in Springville, or they would have had to call the Highway Patrol and they seem rather busy right now.
I have a pink soft cast on my foot. When the podiatrist said he was going to wrap up my foot, I really thought he was talking Ace bandage, so when he brought out the goopy gauzy stuff I was a little surprised. So I can't get my foot wet for 3 days and it really isn't very comfortable. And I made the mistake of not getting one of the drivy carts at Wal-mart yesterday right after the cast was put on and really made my foot hurt. I honestly couldn't tell you how I hurt it, but there's foot pain and it hurts, and this is supposed to pull everything back where it goes. And I'm running out of Ibuprofen.
And apparently I'm making up words. At least there have been no ER trips this week. You would think that wouldn't be a big deal, but lately it is.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
2008 in Review. Bring on 2009!
So, this has been a crappy year. To recap:
January--I think this was the only month that didn't contain some sort of disaster. We were in Vegas at the beginning of the month. I think that's the perfect time to go to Vegas. There's no snow in Vegas. And I finally found a McDonalds with a playland across from the Galleria Mall, so there's somewhere for H and I to go on Fridays after we've checked out of our hotel.
February-This was when the crap began to hit the fan--we just didn't know how much crap was coming our way! My mom had her mini stroke--I had to meet my parents at the ER--my mom never recovered. I had the crappiest birthday since the time I was six and had the chicken pox and my birthday party got canceled. I asked for a birthday do-over, but because of my mom's health that never happened. On the plus side, Dad brought me a Hello Kitty birthday balloon because my mom was worried about my birthday. It's nice to know Dad thinks I'm 3.
March-Worst month ever! My mom spent a week in the hospital, part of it in the ICU, and the day after she came home she died. We were supposed to go on vacation, and instead I buried my mother. I feel so old. As my dad put it, now I'm half of an orphan. I aged at least 10 years that month. No gray hairs yet, but I think the bags under my eyes are here to stay. I had one of life's defining moments when I spoke at my mother's funeral. Guess I'm an adult now.
April-In April we went to a cabin in Midway with my dad for Spring Break. He was still devastated by the loss of my mom. Apparently April is a little early for cabining--yeah, I know that's not a word. Don't start. We had to hike in with our stuff because the road to the cabin was still covered in snow. The pipes froze. H got sick. The DVD player didn't work--well, until Brent got there and worked his technological magic. Anything that could have gone wrong did. A trip to remember.
May-I opted out of Mother's Day this year. Skipped church, took flowers to my moms grave. The headstone was in--we got a bench. I think it looks great, and I'm so glad I didn't let them use Arial font on the stone. Arial sucks. Went to Bear Lake with Brent, H and Dad. That was fun.
June-My mother's birthday was in June--took flowers to her grave. Pretty much it. The home alarm went off by accident, cops showed up.
July-Mike got married! High point of the year! We had a lovely garden wedding, H was the cutest flower girl ever, and my heart stopped when she wandered off during the reception. I'm excellent in a crisis, but this time I froze. Brent found her around the block in someone's garage. Good thing my dad lives in a great neighborhood. Sent her home with the in-laws--why my mother-in-law brought her to our house, I don't know, but she set off our home alarm and the cops showed up, and hauled the neighbors dog to the pound and gave them a fine. Ah, memories.
August-Brent's family reunion. Don't travel with family. Just don't. H turned 3 and started preschool.
September-Can you believe we've been married 14 years? Seriously, 14 years. I know, it's crazy. Went to Park City, stayed at the Summit Watch Marriott, and found a little piece of heaven. H got hooked on crafts because everday we did crafts as part of the MAZE program.
October-Halloween! A respite from crap! I went as Princess Leia, Brent was Indiana Jones and H alternated between a princess and last year's poodle costume. Brent and H went a little crazy decorating the yard. I started a low sugar, low fat kick to lose weight. I don't want to be a diabetic like my dad. Plus, my pants don't fit.
November-Got a speeding ticket on the way home from planning commission meeting--there went the time I was saving. H barfed on me when we got home. H barfed on me when we were boarding the plane the next day. H barfed on me at the rental agency, at the wedding rehearsal for Brent's brothers wedding, and at the restaurant during the rehearsal dinner. Oh, and at the hotel the next day--day of the wedding. Day after the wedding we got in a car accident. Got home, the kitchen faucet was acting up, smoke alarms needed to be changed--that's a coming home from a trip tradition. Then, to cap the whole crap month off, my desktop computer conked out. Bit the big one. Post toasty. I get relagated to my laptop. And I can't access most of my photos--some are still on the E drive because the auto backup wasn't getting done. At least the drive hasn't crashed.
December-The month is young, but I've seen the x-rays from the accident--H was out 1/2", she's back in and should recover beautifully. Me--well, when the chiropractor says "you look like hell" and says "that's not normal" after reviewing your x-ray, well, you can tell I'm in for a long ride. High point of the month--H is excited for Christmas. Low point--H cried the other night because it was her Uncle Mike at the door and not Santa. Oh, and Nate's wife is in the hospital having her gallbladder out as I type this. What a year. To quote Bart Simpson "It's craptacular."
January--I think this was the only month that didn't contain some sort of disaster. We were in Vegas at the beginning of the month. I think that's the perfect time to go to Vegas. There's no snow in Vegas. And I finally found a McDonalds with a playland across from the Galleria Mall, so there's somewhere for H and I to go on Fridays after we've checked out of our hotel.
February-This was when the crap began to hit the fan--we just didn't know how much crap was coming our way! My mom had her mini stroke--I had to meet my parents at the ER--my mom never recovered. I had the crappiest birthday since the time I was six and had the chicken pox and my birthday party got canceled. I asked for a birthday do-over, but because of my mom's health that never happened. On the plus side, Dad brought me a Hello Kitty birthday balloon because my mom was worried about my birthday. It's nice to know Dad thinks I'm 3.
March-Worst month ever! My mom spent a week in the hospital, part of it in the ICU, and the day after she came home she died. We were supposed to go on vacation, and instead I buried my mother. I feel so old. As my dad put it, now I'm half of an orphan. I aged at least 10 years that month. No gray hairs yet, but I think the bags under my eyes are here to stay. I had one of life's defining moments when I spoke at my mother's funeral. Guess I'm an adult now.
April-In April we went to a cabin in Midway with my dad for Spring Break. He was still devastated by the loss of my mom. Apparently April is a little early for cabining--yeah, I know that's not a word. Don't start. We had to hike in with our stuff because the road to the cabin was still covered in snow. The pipes froze. H got sick. The DVD player didn't work--well, until Brent got there and worked his technological magic. Anything that could have gone wrong did. A trip to remember.
May-I opted out of Mother's Day this year. Skipped church, took flowers to my moms grave. The headstone was in--we got a bench. I think it looks great, and I'm so glad I didn't let them use Arial font on the stone. Arial sucks. Went to Bear Lake with Brent, H and Dad. That was fun.
June-My mother's birthday was in June--took flowers to her grave. Pretty much it. The home alarm went off by accident, cops showed up.
July-Mike got married! High point of the year! We had a lovely garden wedding, H was the cutest flower girl ever, and my heart stopped when she wandered off during the reception. I'm excellent in a crisis, but this time I froze. Brent found her around the block in someone's garage. Good thing my dad lives in a great neighborhood. Sent her home with the in-laws--why my mother-in-law brought her to our house, I don't know, but she set off our home alarm and the cops showed up, and hauled the neighbors dog to the pound and gave them a fine. Ah, memories.
August-Brent's family reunion. Don't travel with family. Just don't. H turned 3 and started preschool.
September-Can you believe we've been married 14 years? Seriously, 14 years. I know, it's crazy. Went to Park City, stayed at the Summit Watch Marriott, and found a little piece of heaven. H got hooked on crafts because everday we did crafts as part of the MAZE program.
October-Halloween! A respite from crap! I went as Princess Leia, Brent was Indiana Jones and H alternated between a princess and last year's poodle costume. Brent and H went a little crazy decorating the yard. I started a low sugar, low fat kick to lose weight. I don't want to be a diabetic like my dad. Plus, my pants don't fit.
November-Got a speeding ticket on the way home from planning commission meeting--there went the time I was saving. H barfed on me when we got home. H barfed on me when we were boarding the plane the next day. H barfed on me at the rental agency, at the wedding rehearsal for Brent's brothers wedding, and at the restaurant during the rehearsal dinner. Oh, and at the hotel the next day--day of the wedding. Day after the wedding we got in a car accident. Got home, the kitchen faucet was acting up, smoke alarms needed to be changed--that's a coming home from a trip tradition. Then, to cap the whole crap month off, my desktop computer conked out. Bit the big one. Post toasty. I get relagated to my laptop. And I can't access most of my photos--some are still on the E drive because the auto backup wasn't getting done. At least the drive hasn't crashed.
December-The month is young, but I've seen the x-rays from the accident--H was out 1/2", she's back in and should recover beautifully. Me--well, when the chiropractor says "you look like hell" and says "that's not normal" after reviewing your x-ray, well, you can tell I'm in for a long ride. High point of the month--H is excited for Christmas. Low point--H cried the other night because it was her Uncle Mike at the door and not Santa. Oh, and Nate's wife is in the hospital having her gallbladder out as I type this. What a year. To quote Bart Simpson "It's craptacular."
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Some Days You Are Just Mad
And on other days you're so pissed you could scream and or hit someone. Or shoot someone. Perhaps it's a good thing I don't have a concealed weapons permit. Yet. Today is one of those days. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.
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