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February, 2008:


Hours in a Day

Title of one of my favorite shows to watch on DVD

Cupcakes sitting on my counter that we’ll have to “get rid of” because we missed the music program we were supposed to take them to.

Yup – I’m a big fat loser – the music program was the 28th. I’m SOOOO disappointed! Disappointed that Jason didn’t get to be in the program. Disappointed that the music teacher didn’t send home a reminder with the kids sometime in the past 2 weeks. Disappointed that Jason didn’t write down what she told him yesterday so we were sure we got it right. Disappointed that I got it wrong on the calendar and missed it.

I’m a FREAK about the calendar. I can’t remember the last time we missed something. I have everything written down. I hate being late. We never miss anything. So this is REALLY really REALLY bothering me that we missed this. I think I’ll go cry in the corner :-(

Jason, he really seems like he could care less . . . he just said “It’s a bummer. I’m a little disappointed because Henry said they got treats after the show!”

Well dude – we’ve got 24 treats up on our counter just waiting to be eaten!

I guess the bright side is the kids both had a blast at the birthday party and we learned a ton at Puppy Kindergarten with Duma . . . we would have missed both of those things for a 10 minute program (I called Josh’s mom and asked her about it) if we hadn’t messed up. Yes, I’m rationalizing me being stupid and irresponsible . . . bad mommy!

Random Random Random

It’s Mommy’s Brain is Mush Friday!

This morning, Princess decided to throw an absolute fit because I wouldn’t get her heavy winter coat out of the closet to wear to take Dude to the bus stop. It’s 50 degrees out people! Apparently her medium weight one that she already had on her body just wasn’t gonna cut it. So she screamed and cried and yelled the entire way to the bus stop, and I’m sure she woke up every neighbor who might have been sleeping. On the way back home, she was freaking out because she was freezing to death . . . she couldn’t possibly go on with the medium weight coat she was cuddled up in. Half way up the hill I told her to walk faster and she’d warm up. Of course that was not possible. So she continued to complain. Then I asked her what I could possibly do to help her at this exact moment – she said “I don’t know. Nothing!” My response – Suck it up, deal with it, and get home.  Whine whine whine cry cry cry scream scream scream. So when we got back home, I sent her to her room for the 20 minutes before we had to leave to take her to school.


Apparently while she was in her room, she taught herself how to tie her shoes. I’ve been working with her on and off for a while now, but (bad mommy!) we just haven’t spent enough time on it. I told her it was time to go so she ran downstairs to get her shoes on. I took Duma out for her last potty break and walked back in to the mud room to help her tie her shoes. But, um, there she was, sitting on the floor, with one shoe tied perfectly and tight (woo hoo – my 7 year old still won’t tie his laces tight enough so they last more than 5 mintues!) and she was working on the second shoe. I told her how awesome it was and she was so proud . . . “Now I don’t have to ask you or Daddy or Jason or Ms. Lupita or Ms. Amy or anyone for help. I can do it all by myself!” :-(


Dude has a music program tonight – at least I think so. He got a flyer sent home in the middle of January that said the 2nd grade music program would be February 29th at 6:30 p.m. Being the keeper of the Mommy Calendar, I wrote it down immediately. Wednesday I asked Dude to find out what time we had to be there and where he was supposed to meet his class. He came home and said “We’re supposed to meet in Mr. Krich’s room at 2:30 and he’ll take us to the cafetorium.” Um, Dude? 2:30? That sounds like it’s for your practice. He gets this weird look on his face . . . oh ya, you’re right. That’s for practice tomorrow afternoon.

So, he comes home Thursday after school and says that we need to be there at 6:10 and meet in Mr. Krich’s room (Mr. Krich is his teacher). Groovy I say. Then he says “Well, we better eat dinner and get going so we’re not late.” Um, WHAT?! Dude, it’s only Thursday. The program is tomorrow. He says “Oh nope – it’s today. Miss Erickson said it was today.” I’m like Dude . . . we have a birthday party tonight and Duma’s puppy kindergarten class . . . and the calendar says it’s tomorrow. Are you SURE she said tonight? He thinks about it for a while then says “No. I’m sure she said the 29th. So it must be tomorrow.” He called a friend to make sure – but the friend wasn’t sure.

So, we’ll see if we show up tonight with cupcakes in hand and find an empty cafetorium! I may end up being the bad mommy who’s kid misses his first music class performance! And he even had a special line to say!


Tomorrow it’s supposed to be 70 degrees here! WOO HOO! I’m an outdoor freak – so I’m sure we’ll go hiking or bike riding or something . . . or maybe we should clean the garage or build Duma’s outdoor kennel or rake pine needles in the backyard to get rid of Duma’s poo poo . . . or maybe we’ll just stick to the hiking plan :-) Really, as long as we’re outside, I don’t care WHAT we do!

We’re also going to the Air Force Academy hockey game with some friends tomorrow night. It’s their last home game . . . should be a blast!


On Sunday, it’s supposed to get back to “normal” and be 30 with snow . . . so we’re getting up at dark:30 to head up to the mountains to try our hand (um, legs?) at snowboarding again. No lessons this time – we’re just gonna go practice. Well, at least Hubby, Dude, and I are. Princess is going to take a skiing lesson. She’s a bit too small for snowboarding, so she wanted to try skiing, which is just fine with me. We’d have to do something with her all day, so she might as well be out on the mountain having fun in the snow :-) I’m sure after being out until 10:00 p.m. Saturday night, and getting dragged out of bed at 0-dark-30 on Sunday morning, the kids will be a joy about half way through the afternoon . . . that’s the price ya pay for some fun, man! At least we’ll be home early enough Sunday to order pizza for dinner and relax before heading to bed to start a new week.


What do YOU have going on this weekend?

Thirsty Thursday

It’s been a busy week. I need a Margarita – extra tall, extra salt please! I’ll be back tomorrow . . . or next week . . . or next month . . .

Modest Prom

Prom season is nearly upon us . . . so bring out the dresses! I was very happy today when I saw a special report on the local news. A group of high school seniors, both girls and boys, from a number of different high schools in town have gotten together and created a fashion show for prom. Their goal? To showcase modest prom dresses . . . a return to the more traditional dress that is big and beautiful and flows and actually covers a girl’s body. The dresses they modeled for the news were really pretty – and not like something from 1920 😉 Both the guys and the girls said they were “disturbed” by the trend toward skimpy “sexy” dresses that show way too much of a girl’s body. I TOTALLY agree. It was so refreshing to see the teens themselves taking on this challenge to move away from the clothing that I think no teenage girl should be wearing.

My daughter is only 5, so definitely not working on the prom dress thing 😉 However, I was reminded of a conversation I had with another parent at a birthday party. The conversation was with the dad of a girl who came to a gymnastics birthday party wearing a short skirt (without shorts under it) and a cropped spaghetti string “shirt” – if you can call it that. The dad was saying how he “couldn’t believe what the girls these days are wearing. It’s like they’re having a contest to see who can wear the skimpiest clothes!” I was like, um dude, your daughter is 5 years old! Who the hell is BUYING her these clothes? Another conversation overheard in the ladies dressing room at Target.

Mom: So, do you like the yellow one?
8 year old girl: Oh yes yes yes! I LOVE it! I’ve always wanted a swimming suit that looked like a bra and underwear!

Um, WHAT?! This kid is 8! While I don’t see anything wrong with tasteful two-piece bathing suits, I guess it’s just the perception this kid had that bothered me.

Am I the only parent who thinks it’s possible for girls to have a positive body image and to dress cute and nice while exercising some modesty?

Anywho, I don’t know if that was a little rant for the day . . . or if it was an I’m happy to see that not all kids feel the need to show so much of their bodies at such a young age . . . or if maybe it was both.

Wing Man

Have you ever eaten at Buffalo Wild Wings? I have, more than I care to admit. This was the place we went in college for a “snack” after the bars closed. Yummola! You get yummy wings in your choice of sauces, and a gazillion calories and tons of fat to go with it :-) But MAN they are good!

My kids have begun to take on my liking for this food. Yesterday, after we took Duma to the dog park, we were deciding what to have for lunch. Jason suggested we get take out from Buffalo Wild Wings. Well, who am I to say No to that?!

So we head on over there and figure out what to order. Keira gets chicken strips, cuz she’s just the kind of kid who goes out on the edge 😉 Jason informed me that 6 wings would not be enough for him – he was STARVING I tell you! So I ordered 12 medium wings and 12 mild wings . . . figuring we’d eat the left overs some other time (you can only order in groups of 6).

We get home, we sit down to eat, we have chips and milk and wings. When Jason opened his box, he said “Wow, this looks like more than 12!” I said there were probably just some that were bigger than others. I eat about 6 of mine and am just totally stuffed! They are SOOOOO good . . . so I choke one more down. Jason continues to eat . . . and eat . . . and eat. Then he asks to try one of mine, and likes it. Then he eats more of his. And more of mine. Finally, he announces his wings are all gone, but he’s still hungry – can he have something else? Um, grapes? Banana? Apple? Something healthy please! I’m sitting at the table, staring amazingly at his empty wing box. I mention that I think he was right, they maybe did give him more than 12. So he starts counting the bones . . . 17. My 45 pound 7 year old ate 17 chicken wings! OMG!

Me: Dude! I can’t believe you ate that much food and you’re still hungry!
Jason: Why?
M: Because you’re tiny! And I can’t even come close to eating that many wings!
J: I guess I’m just a growing boy (gleaming from ear to ear with pride).
M: Where DO you store all that food?
J: Um, I dunno. Maybe my butt?

Oh dude – if you only knew…

Aloha Friday

It’s Aloha Friday over at An Island Life!

In Hawaii, Aloha Friday is the day to take it easy and look forward to the weekend. So I’m also taking it easy on the posting! Here’s a simple question for you to answer in the comments :-) If you want to play along, post your question, head on over to An Island Life, and sign Mr. Linky.

Where is your dream home?

My dream home is on a lake in northern MN. I love winter. I love the cold. I love ice fishing. And I love the swimming and water sports in the summer. I do not own the land for my dream home yet. My dream home is a whoppin’ 2500 square feet of no wasted space with a spectacular view of the amazing trees and a quiet calm lake, filled with the sound of loons and rust red water, tinted by the ore from the iron ranges.

Random Recipe – Breakfast Edition – Ham, Cheddar, Broccoli Quiche

Pam over at Random Thoughts is hosting the Breakfast Edition of Random Recipes!

After you post your breakfast recipe, head on over to her site and sign Mr. Linky. Then wander around and enjoy all the wonderful recipes others have contributed. This is one of my favs! Easy and yummy :-)

Ham Cheddar Broccoli Quiche


  • 1 15 oz. Pkg. Pillsbury Pie Crust
  • 1 C. Milk
  • 5 eggs
  • 1/2 t. Dry mustard
  • 1/8 t. Pepper
  • 1 C. Cubed cooked ham
  • 1 1/2 C. Shredded Cheddar Cheese
  • 1 C. Green Giant frozen broccoli cuts thawed
  • 1 T. Chopped onion


Put pie crust in pie pan according to instructions. Mix all ingredients in large bowl. Pour on to pie crust. Bake 350 40-50 minutes, or until the knife comes out clean. Remove from oven and let set 5 minutes.

This recipe serves my family of 4, with 1 or 2 slices left over.

Feeling Like A Twit

Hubby is a pilot, which means he’s gone quite a bit . . . half of each month actually. It’s always been that way, ever since we met in college – we’ve never really had a “full time” relationship as far as every single day we’re home doing our thing together. For the most part, it works for us . . . we’re both independent and do our thing . . . and I guess it HAS to work for us because that’s just the way it is.

And for the most part, I’m OK with it . . . but every now and then I just really want him to not have to go to work. Every now and then I whine about him having to be gone for the next 10 days. Every now and then I whine about having to do it all by myself . . . the kids, the dogs, the job, the extracurricular activities. A few weeks ago, I was whining a LOT about him being gone . . .

. . . Then I took the kids to gymnastics. And one of the kids’ dads was there. He’d gotten off of work early to come watch his kids in gymnastics because he’d never seen them do it. The wife commented how she was so happy he could make it because he can’t usually leave work early. The next week he showed up as well and was very solemn throughout the whole hour. There was lots of hand holding and just being close to his wife while watching the kids having fun. Last week, he wasn’t there. I figured he couldn’t get off of work.

This past week, he wasn’t there, either. Turns out his deployment day had come. He’ll be gone for minimum of 15 months.

I’m feeling like a twit. Hubby is leaving tomorrow for 8 days and I was getting a bit whiney to myself. This man will be gone for 15 months and his wife is taking in stride, with much pain and fear that I can only imagine. Please pray for this man’s safe return.

And I’ll remember that I’ve got it pretty damn good only being on my own for 15 days each month and not for an entire 15 months!

Wordless Wednesday – Is It Possible To Find Your BFF When You’re 5?

Keira and Rylie on the Tramp

Occupational Hazard

I saw this on another blog and thought I’d try it :-)

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