My Kids are the Cutest

The boy and the girl at swimming lessons this past week. I know I am their mom but I just think they are adorable! The goggles on my son... they kill me! He loves them.

I am a Scaredy Cat

So I mentioned the wasp/yellow jacket nest? Its in the eaves of our shed. There are a ton of yellow jackets going in and out. I ran out to the store and bought yellow jacket killer and traps. I beg the hubs to spray the nest. He says ok. Does he do it? nooooooo. So tonight I get all indignant and tell him I am going to it myself while he is at work. I go out after dark like it says. I stare at the hole in the eaves.... hmmmmmm its kind of high. I need a ladder. Cant find one so I get a rickety crate. I haul my fat butt onto the crate. I aim the spray. One Yellow jacket flies out, I nearly tumble off the crate and land on my ass. I think, "hmmm perhaps if one yellow jacket can nearly knock me on my rear.... twenty or so pissed off yellow jackets are going to cause me to break an ankle." So I climbed down off the crate, backed away from the hole, and like the wuss that I am slunk off into the house to wait for the hubs to douse the nest tomorrow when he gets back from work. GAWD! I am such a baby, I irritate myself!

Worry

I worry alot. Do any of you all do this? I can worry about anything, serious or trivial. And then once I start that worry just becomes a compulsion. Its almost like I cant stop! It kills me. Currently I am worrying about my garage door, which broke last night for no reason whatsoever. I am also worrying the yellow jacket nest in our shed, global warming, soldiers in Iraq (now that I personally know one over there, I have stepped up the Iraq worry, my weight, my kids, my future trip to Chicago, flying, security at airports, money..... you see the list goes on and on. Its amazing I am not one giant ulcer. Oh and also that list is not in any kind of order. Like I dont worry about yellow jackets the most. Mostly that stuff just cycles through my brain all day long. I am sure I probably need a shrink.... hmmm maybe I should worry about that.

Wild Card Wednesday!

Wild Card Wedneday! WCW is brought to you by She Who Would Rather Reside in Texas


This is my darling daughter in first staring role in the play called Waves. Ummm no actually it was called Tide Pools. But I did paint that wave scenery in background so I feel bonus points are in order.

Where I Have Been (For my one or two sometimes readers...)

This is Me! In all my "I just got up and have not bothered to fix myself glory" taken with my new MacBook. Cool little built in camera.

So Where Have I Been??
My computer died. And it went out in a big way! I still dont know what happened to it. The geeks I hired to work on it have no idea whats wrong...oh they talk a good game, but the computer is still not fixed so I presume they are as clueless as me! Poor computer, it was a Gateway, it lasted a good 4 years. Which I hear is ages for a computer. Anyway what did I do? I went out and bought a Mac. I, a dedicated PC user, slave to windows, went out and bought a Mac. A MacBook. I love it! I do! But I am still trying to figure out exactly how to work all its parts. I am particularly disturbed by the no right click. However I just spent a bundle on it and so I am going to have to figure it all out. Wish me luck. All my Mac using friends say I will never go back. Yah, I know this to be true because it will be YEARS before I can afford a new one! Hoping to get to WCW this Wednesday!

Wild Card Wednesday

This weeks WCW brought to you by the absentminded TKW and the letter K. I give you kids getting ready to go to KINDERGARTEN! Well not my kid, he has one more year of preschool to go, but lots of those other kids are going to Kindergarten....so hopefully I will still get my quadruple bonus points.

These kids look totally possessed! My son is in the whiteish button down.

I only wish this hot chick were me. She is my son's teacher.

Wild Card Wednesday

Ok I wanted this first picture last but me and blogger dont agree. This is my son and his best friend (seen in the pictures below) as they look now.

Wild Card Wednesday brought to you by the diva of Wisconsin, TKW.

I am calling this set of pictures, Some for Me, Some for you! (Sorry no W this week!) Here is my boy's best friend having his share of the fake baby bottle while playing legos.

And now we have the same friend feeding my little guy the nice, slobbery fake baby bottle. These are old pictures of course. The feeder is ready to start Kindergarten and the feedee is about to turn 4.

Wild Card Wednesday

WILD CARD WEDNESDAY.... A STORY OF TWO WADING POOLS The girl WADING pool. Look how sedate, look at those unhappy faces, just sitting there, comparing bathing suits, trying not to mess up the hair, probably comparing who has the best pedi or something. Girl WADING pool = NOT FUN (side note: thats my dd at age 3 in the middle there)
In contrast I give you the boy WADING pool. Look here, whats this? Splashing, jumping, laughing, moving, rolling around on the tummy!! OMG could it be? Yes the Boy Pool = FUN! I tell you take a look at just about any pool or beach and you will see the same. Girls lolling about looking bored and boys running wild having fun. Why is that? (side note: I am not responsible for any of those kids in the boy pool. But the one with his back turned is still my girl's best friend. She is almost 7 now and that kid is 8)

ONE YEAR

I have been blogging for a year... and I have a total of 28 posts!! How sad and pathetic is that???? I wish I hadnt even looked! Well I guess I will take ideas now for my 100 th post to be published in ummm 3 years or so!

Edited to Add: Well I was suppose to put this out on the 19th I think, but I didnt . That is the story of my life, suppose to...but didnt. Anyway here it is now... 1 year and some change.

A Mom's Social Life

So I have a mom's wardrobe (crap that doesnt need ironing and can hide the miscellanous garbage my kids rub on me) and I drive a mom ride (lovely minivan, complete with car seats and enough snacks to stock a 7-11) and now I have a mom's social life. In my previous life BK (before kids) I spent Saturdays sleeping in, going to brunch, shopping with the girls, going to lunch, meeting friends for drinks, taking in a movie. Now my social life consists of parties...no no no not PARTIES! but parties, birthday parties....not for my aquaintences but for my daughters. And today was a red letter day because I had two parties, back to back. So it was 3 hours in the blazing hot park, eating cheap pizza and grocery store cake and then it was 2 hours in my friends packed house, chasing my kids and talking about which age/stage is the best/worst. Ah the excititng life I lead. I know you all want to be me! Tommorrow I get to follow up this day of partaying with a day of housework....well it just doesnt get better than this!

Wild Card Wednesday (or yet another post to embarrass my son)

I give you: Wailing! My boy can throw a fit like no other. He was upset because we wouldnt let him play in the kitchen why we were laying the new floor. You can see how he postioned himself to ensure no more work got done!

WILD CARD WEDNESDAY

Presenting the special letter 'M' edition brought to you by she who makes more tutus than you can shake a stick at. This would be His Majesty, the princess. In his defense he was only 2.5 at the time and his sister was the one in charge of his wardrobe. Not to mention the crown and necklace had flashing lights and featured that hot babe, Sleeping Beauty.
His Majesty and his royal assistant, who is looking way to pleased with herself.

Wild Card Wednesday (or the sole reason I post on my blog)

This is my daughter when she was three (she is six now) exhibiting a little bit of sibling jealousy by trying to squeeze into my then newborn son's bassinet. This has absolutely nothing to do with W unless you count all the whining she did at that age.

WILD CARD WEDNESDAY

Wild Card Wednesday is brought to you by the multi-talented, hibiscus pillowcase sewing, TKW

WEAPONS! A favorite topic of my three year old. Here he is posing with his sword next to his Knightly friend. This knight actually stands at my dad's house. Its the boy's favorite part of visiting Grandpa. Until very recently he thought there was a real person in there. You should have seen his eyes when my dad took off the head.

I've been ebay jacked!

OMG someone idiot ass stole my ebay id. And then did they do something cool like post copious amounts of shit under my name and make me pay the fee? NOOOOO they used my name to send stupid ass spam to hundreds of ebay sellers. Who in turned sent me angry emails...which is good I guess because thats how I found out about this madness. And I will tell you what really sucked.... trying to find the million year old phone number I had listed on ebay account so the ebay security people could help me out!! Jeez what a freaking nightmare... which I believe now is nearly over. So the lesson here is if you steal an ebay account.... no wait thats not it... the lesson here is keep an eye on your ebay account even if you only use it twice a year.

Stupid Blogger Sucks

Hey do they remove your blog for titles like that? Seriously though, its been a bitch signing in, trying to post, trying to comment! I was visiting some early WCW and I cant even comment because stupid blogger just hangs in limbo! And this makes me want to curse! Actually I do curse, alot! Anyhow if any of you WCW players stumble through, please know I looked at your pics and of course was impressed.

Wild Card Wednesday!

Wild Card Wednesday brought to you by the lovely TKW. Here we have the boy Working. It seems all my WCWs will be starring my son....so next week i will have to look doubly hard to find one of my daughter, who is very cute as well. Maybe I can take some pictures of her this week...I already know the w word.... whiney!

Help Ease My Mother Guilt

This is a picture of the wall in my son's room that I have spent the last three days painting. Pretty much none stop. The picture takes up most of the wall. I also had to primer and paint all the blue because prior to this three of the walls had a Peter Rabbit theme mural. So why the guilt you ask? Why arent I signing my self up for Martha and Mother of the year? Well let me tell you why, its because of the picture below:
Ah yes, this is the second wall. This should also have a lovely Cars theme mural, you cant see it but I actually have the bare bones sketched on to the wall. Now heres the problem. I am TIRED! My spring break is almost over, the kids will be home tommorrow, the room is in no condition to have a three year old in it, I need to sew the curtains and the blanket.... and I am tired of painting. So heres the thing...I am thinking of painting this wall solid blue, finding a couple of cars posters, framing them and hanging them. would that make me the worst mom ever? I feel like I am cheating my kid. But I just dont think I can get it done. And I need to decide before the kid comes home from his aunties tommorrow, because if he sees the sketch I will be painting but if I paint it blue he probably wont remember I had planned on doing two murals...my daughter will remember but I will bribe her with m&ms to keep quiet. Tell me its ok to paint it blue. I need to think I am not a selfish horrible person for not wanting to spend another week and a half on this room.

Wild Card Wednesday!

Wild Card Wednesday brought to you by the recently wounded TKW. This week's installment also features my boy, who is very wet eyed in this picture. This was taken shortly after he covered most of his body in black and green marker. When I started to yell (because lets face it I am not going to win mother of the year over my reactions to stress) he started to cry and began smearing marker all over himself. Finally I found my sense of humor and took some pictures. However I still cry over those 40$ stride rite shoes (they were a gift) that he had worn only an hour before covering the sides in green marker.

Is There Any Question About Who Rules This House?

My cat Frank. He found us one day. Shortly after we moved in. He arrived at the backdoor and stood there until we let him in. (We are weird that way, we let strange animals inside). Since that day 8 years ago Frank has ruled this place. He had destroyed my carpet, blinds, couches, various throw rugs, and favorite blanket. Yet here he lives in total comfort. Sure I curse him (alot!) but for some reason we love him. This is where you can find him on any given day. Yes, thats my bed. Yes, his head is on my pillow and he has managed to tuck himself in. I guess I should learn to make my bed and these things wouldnt happen.