Have you laughed to today? If not, then find something that will tickle your funny bone and enjoy a good laugh. After all, life without laughter would be a very dull life.
19.11.09
It's Hard
... not to laugh when you have a child who can be as silly as this!
Have you laughed to today? If not, then find something that will tickle your funny bone and enjoy a good laugh. After all, life without laughter would be a very dull life.
Have you laughed to today? If not, then find something that will tickle your funny bone and enjoy a good laugh. After all, life without laughter would be a very dull life.
16.11.09
Rocker Chick
We have an eclectic taste in music in our family. If you look at our stacks and stacks (and stacks, and stacks, and stacks) of Cd's, you'll see a little bit of everything in there. But there IS a predominate theme in our music repertoire and that would be good ole' Rock N' Roll. So it's no wonder that we've got a little rocker chick in our midst. Rock On Baby!
As the wholesome (cough, cough) band AC/DC sang...
As the wholesome (cough, cough) band AC/DC sang...
Rock 'n' roll ain't no pollution
Rock 'n' roll is just rock 'n' roll!
12.11.09
Tu-Tu Cute
My little family went out tonight in search of new beds. Gregg and I are sleeping on an ancient mattress. And I'm embarrassed to admit this, but Violet is sleeping on a mattress that's just a few years shy of the Ice Age. So, um, we've really been needing to do this for some time now.
The temps today were slowly dropping and I knew that it'd be quite cool while we were out. So, I dressed Violet in her dressy winter outfit tonight. Why? Because it was the only thing clean, that's why. You got a problem with that? I didn't think so! Sorry, I've been watching too many mob shows lately.
I'm really not procrastinating on our laundry. Honestly, I'm not! Our dryer is on the fritz and we're waiting on the repair guy to come tomorrow. I have a small mountain of laundry to work on once things are working properly. It'll be wonderful to have a working dryer again.
Okay, now back to Violet's dressy outfit. The shirt has a pretty butterfly on the chest with a short tu-tu at the base of it and it's worn over black leggings. It's tu-tu cute! Sorry, I can't help myself. Somebody, please stop me! Anyways, Violet is like any little girl that puts on an outfit like this, she has to twirl around and dance. Well, Violet doesn't have the best rhythm. She's not as bad as the Elaine Benes character was from Seinfeld (played by Julia Louis-Dryfus). After all, Violet doesn't do the full-body seizure like dance that Elaine does. Unfortunately though, Violet's dancing is not too far from it.
I know I'm going to pay dearly for posting that photo but I just couldn't help myself. (I seem to have impluse control issues tonight.) Violet did start to improve her dance moves before I put the camera away. Whew!
Look at the joy on that kid's face! I paid a little more for that outfit than what I normally pay for clothes but it was SO worth it!!! Violet had an extra spring in her step tonight and every few steps consisted of a twirl. She had so much fun in her new outfit and Gregg and I had a blast watching her skip and twirl the night away.
The temps today were slowly dropping and I knew that it'd be quite cool while we were out. So, I dressed Violet in her dressy winter outfit tonight. Why? Because it was the only thing clean, that's why. You got a problem with that? I didn't think so! Sorry, I've been watching too many mob shows lately.
I'm really not procrastinating on our laundry. Honestly, I'm not! Our dryer is on the fritz and we're waiting on the repair guy to come tomorrow. I have a small mountain of laundry to work on once things are working properly. It'll be wonderful to have a working dryer again.
Okay, now back to Violet's dressy outfit. The shirt has a pretty butterfly on the chest with a short tu-tu at the base of it and it's worn over black leggings. It's tu-tu cute! Sorry, I can't help myself. Somebody, please stop me! Anyways, Violet is like any little girl that puts on an outfit like this, she has to twirl around and dance. Well, Violet doesn't have the best rhythm. She's not as bad as the Elaine Benes character was from Seinfeld (played by Julia Louis-Dryfus). After all, Violet doesn't do the full-body seizure like dance that Elaine does. Unfortunately though, Violet's dancing is not too far from it.
I know I'm going to pay dearly for posting that photo but I just couldn't help myself. (I seem to have impluse control issues tonight.) Violet did start to improve her dance moves before I put the camera away. Whew!
Look at the joy on that kid's face! I paid a little more for that outfit than what I normally pay for clothes but it was SO worth it!!! Violet had an extra spring in her step tonight and every few steps consisted of a twirl. She had so much fun in her new outfit and Gregg and I had a blast watching her skip and twirl the night away.
10.11.09
Close Call
I seriously had a close call with a fire in the kitchen earlier tonight. I was in the process of making our dinner and everything was going as it should, smoothly. My meat was seasoned and browned, the water was boiling and waiting on the noodles. I also had water boiling for some good old fashioned sweet tea. As I began to poor my noodles into the salted boiling water something happened, still not sure what, but the bag of noodles collapsed in my hand. Noodles went everywhere! I turned my back on the chaos at the stove for one second, looking for something to use that would help in cleaning them up quickly. All it took was that one second for some noodles to catch fire. FIRE!!!
Let me tell you folks, fire freaks me out. In. A. Big. Way!!! No, I'm not exaggerating. Violet was working on an art project at the table when the chaos hit. I somehow managed to stay calm (thank you God) but the stress was just barely contained under the surface. My immediate thought was to grab a glass of water to douse the little fire with. Amazingly enough, my brain kicked into gear and I remembered that water and electricity do not mix well. Lord knows what other problems we would have had if I'd gone with my initial thoughts!
I remembered we have a fire extinguisher under our sink and so I whipped that baby out. It took me two seconds to figure out how to use it. I aimed the nozzle right in front of the small fire and gave the handle a little squeeze. It didn't take much for it to do its job and quickly put that fire out. After things were squared away in the kitchen I threw open our patio door and every window in our place. I wanted the horrid smell to get out of our place fast. And, I was praying that our alarms wouldn't go off, thus setting off the sprinkler system. Oye, just imagining that makes me weak at the knees.
You may or may not be surprised by how just one tiny discharge of an extinguisher can send out enough spray that will coat every surface in your kitchen. I had only sprayed on the burner that the little fire was on, no where else. But the spray turns into a fine powder that will float all over your kitchen surfaces. Before an hour had passed I had a fine layer of powder covering every surface of my kitchen. So, I got to clean my kitchen from top to bottom tonight. Oh, and I also washed the cat's food and water bowls and cleaned Flippy's tank (our beta fish). I couldn't have them eating/drinking/swimming in that stuff!
Needless to say, the yummy meal I had been preparing for my family ended up being eaten by our disposal and we had take-out (ugh). I get to try this all over again tomorrow, yeah for me! This is my first fire in the kitchen experience and I'm praying it'll be my last. It's no wonder though why I don't like cooking. Anyone care to send us some meals via Fed-Ex? My family and I sure would be very appreciative.
Let me tell you folks, fire freaks me out. In. A. Big. Way!!! No, I'm not exaggerating. Violet was working on an art project at the table when the chaos hit. I somehow managed to stay calm (thank you God) but the stress was just barely contained under the surface. My immediate thought was to grab a glass of water to douse the little fire with. Amazingly enough, my brain kicked into gear and I remembered that water and electricity do not mix well. Lord knows what other problems we would have had if I'd gone with my initial thoughts!
I remembered we have a fire extinguisher under our sink and so I whipped that baby out. It took me two seconds to figure out how to use it. I aimed the nozzle right in front of the small fire and gave the handle a little squeeze. It didn't take much for it to do its job and quickly put that fire out. After things were squared away in the kitchen I threw open our patio door and every window in our place. I wanted the horrid smell to get out of our place fast. And, I was praying that our alarms wouldn't go off, thus setting off the sprinkler system. Oye, just imagining that makes me weak at the knees.
You may or may not be surprised by how just one tiny discharge of an extinguisher can send out enough spray that will coat every surface in your kitchen. I had only sprayed on the burner that the little fire was on, no where else. But the spray turns into a fine powder that will float all over your kitchen surfaces. Before an hour had passed I had a fine layer of powder covering every surface of my kitchen. So, I got to clean my kitchen from top to bottom tonight. Oh, and I also washed the cat's food and water bowls and cleaned Flippy's tank (our beta fish). I couldn't have them eating/drinking/swimming in that stuff!
Needless to say, the yummy meal I had been preparing for my family ended up being eaten by our disposal and we had take-out (ugh). I get to try this all over again tomorrow, yeah for me! This is my first fire in the kitchen experience and I'm praying it'll be my last. It's no wonder though why I don't like cooking. Anyone care to send us some meals via Fed-Ex? My family and I sure would be very appreciative.
5.11.09
My First Driving Lesson
I've mentioned before that I grew up in a small country town in Northeast Texas. Our home was on the outskirts of town and my parents had their own little parcel of country heaven. Five acres to be exact. This little patch of property gave me a lot of freedom as a child and in my early teen years. I'd run all over the place and would get lost in my own little world for the day. My parents never really worried about where I was or what I was doing, even though I'd be gone for hours at a stretch. That is so unlike the world Violet is growing up in, but I'll cover that on another day.
Because we had our own little piece of country heaven, my Daddy had the brilliant idea of teaching me how to drive his truck one day. A standard truck, no less. I was at the tender age of 12 and had been begging him for some time to teach me how to drive. "Just on our property Daddy. Please!" I don't recall what brand of truck it was but I seem to remember it was a little one, not unlike the Ford Ranger.
I'll never forget sitting behind the wheel of my Daddy's truck and feeling so grown up. My feet barely reached the pedals, and I couldn't sit with my back to the seat and reach the steering wheel and shift, so I was sitting all the way to the edge of my seat. I listened to Daddy's instructions on how to slowly release the clutch with the left foot while gently adding gas with the right. When he felt that I had figured out how to do everything he gave me control of his little truck. A decision I'm sure haunts him to this very day.
The truck was in neutral and my feet were on the brakes when I started Daddy's truck. Doing good so far, but it didn't take long for all hell to break loose. I looked at Daddy with a big smile on my face and he told me I was doing good. Then came the tricky part, the part where the truck actually moves! I put my foot on the clutch, released the brake, and gunned the gas. The truck took off so fast that it began to do circles in our front yard. I was slammed to the back of the seat and couldn't reach anything while that little truck spun wildly out of control. Daddy was yelling at me to hit the brakes and I couldn't even reach them. Somehow he managed to get on the floorboard of the truck and use his hands to slam on the brakes. The truck came to an abrupt stop when it met up-close-and-personal with a pine tree sapling.
In a matter of a few minutes I managed to put ruts in our front yard, hit a small tree and give Daddy his first gray hairs. I think that is about the time he started to lose his hair too. I never took a driving lesson from Daddy again. That job fell to my Mom, and then later to my boyfriend who wisely took me to an empty cow pasture to teach me how to drive. I finally learned how to drive a standard vehicle but that poor pine sapling never did stand straight again.
Because we had our own little piece of country heaven, my Daddy had the brilliant idea of teaching me how to drive his truck one day. A standard truck, no less. I was at the tender age of 12 and had been begging him for some time to teach me how to drive. "Just on our property Daddy. Please!" I don't recall what brand of truck it was but I seem to remember it was a little one, not unlike the Ford Ranger.
I'll never forget sitting behind the wheel of my Daddy's truck and feeling so grown up. My feet barely reached the pedals, and I couldn't sit with my back to the seat and reach the steering wheel and shift, so I was sitting all the way to the edge of my seat. I listened to Daddy's instructions on how to slowly release the clutch with the left foot while gently adding gas with the right. When he felt that I had figured out how to do everything he gave me control of his little truck. A decision I'm sure haunts him to this very day.
The truck was in neutral and my feet were on the brakes when I started Daddy's truck. Doing good so far, but it didn't take long for all hell to break loose. I looked at Daddy with a big smile on my face and he told me I was doing good. Then came the tricky part, the part where the truck actually moves! I put my foot on the clutch, released the brake, and gunned the gas. The truck took off so fast that it began to do circles in our front yard. I was slammed to the back of the seat and couldn't reach anything while that little truck spun wildly out of control. Daddy was yelling at me to hit the brakes and I couldn't even reach them. Somehow he managed to get on the floorboard of the truck and use his hands to slam on the brakes. The truck came to an abrupt stop when it met up-close-and-personal with a pine tree sapling.
In a matter of a few minutes I managed to put ruts in our front yard, hit a small tree and give Daddy his first gray hairs. I think that is about the time he started to lose his hair too. I never took a driving lesson from Daddy again. That job fell to my Mom, and then later to my boyfriend who wisely took me to an empty cow pasture to teach me how to drive. I finally learned how to drive a standard vehicle but that poor pine sapling never did stand straight again.
1.11.09
Trick Or Treat
We had a lovely time trick-or-treating this year. The weather was perfect at an amazing 64 degrees and hardly any humidity at all. Down here in the south, humidity can make or break a person. The air is usually very heavy but tonight it was heavenly. Thank you Lord for an amazing night!
Violet went as a Monarch Butterfly this year. I must admit, she was pretty darned cute! It's amazing what a year's difference can make. Last year Violet pushed me in front of the door so she could hide behind me, making sure that if the boogy man jumped out from somewhere he would get me, and so she could make a break for it. This year, well this year she braved the doors all by herself. With a spring in her step and a heart filled with bravery she proudly rang each doorbell by herself and then did the required, "Trick or Treat!", all while her proud Mommy and Daddy watched from the safe distance of the sidewalk. And with each treat she received, Violet was very quick to tell her treaters "Thank you!" and "Happy Halloween" waving at them as she made her way back to us. I am so proud of her.
Each house we stopped at the host/hostess would exclaim "What a beautiful butterfly you make!" and Violet was quick to declare, "I'm a Monarch Butterfly and they fly to Mexico during the winter months so they can be warm!" I don't think these people were expecting to get a science lesson tonight but that's what they got.
Gosh, I love this kid. She had an amazing time, as did Gregg and I. Violet's bucket was filled to capacity. I don't think we could fit any more candy in there even if we tried. Since we live in an apartment we drove to one neighborhood that is a nice circle shape. We walked the neighborhood for thirty minutes and then we were heading home. We LOVE that neighborhood and we have dreams of hopefully buying a home there sometime soon. Lord, please let it be! The homes are all different styles of arts and crafts homes. They all look different and the neighbors know one another. It's very kid friendly. All things that we are looking for and praying to find when we buy a home.
Violet went as a Monarch Butterfly this year. I must admit, she was pretty darned cute! It's amazing what a year's difference can make. Last year Violet pushed me in front of the door so she could hide behind me, making sure that if the boogy man jumped out from somewhere he would get me, and so she could make a break for it. This year, well this year she braved the doors all by herself. With a spring in her step and a heart filled with bravery she proudly rang each doorbell by herself and then did the required, "Trick or Treat!", all while her proud Mommy and Daddy watched from the safe distance of the sidewalk. And with each treat she received, Violet was very quick to tell her treaters "Thank you!" and "Happy Halloween" waving at them as she made her way back to us. I am so proud of her.
Each house we stopped at the host/hostess would exclaim "What a beautiful butterfly you make!" and Violet was quick to declare, "I'm a Monarch Butterfly and they fly to Mexico during the winter months so they can be warm!" I don't think these people were expecting to get a science lesson tonight but that's what they got.
Gosh, I love this kid. She had an amazing time, as did Gregg and I. Violet's bucket was filled to capacity. I don't think we could fit any more candy in there even if we tried. Since we live in an apartment we drove to one neighborhood that is a nice circle shape. We walked the neighborhood for thirty minutes and then we were heading home. We LOVE that neighborhood and we have dreams of hopefully buying a home there sometime soon. Lord, please let it be! The homes are all different styles of arts and crafts homes. They all look different and the neighbors know one another. It's very kid friendly. All things that we are looking for and praying to find when we buy a home.
28.10.09
Sleep, Why Hast Thou Forsaken Me?
Sleep, why hast thou forsaken me? I miss you dearly and would love for you to return to me. Where have you gone? Why won't you come back? Please sleep, please return to me.
It seems that I'm the only person in my family that you have issues with. I've been limiting my caffeine intake. I'm learning to settle down and relax as bedtime draws near. I'm even taking long hot soaks in the tub with just candles lighting the room in hopes that they will lull you to my exhausted self. Please sleep, please return to me. I miss you so so very much.
You visited Violet this weekend in the form of a nap. She came into the hallway with her pillow and blanket and just fell asleep right there. Violet gave up her naps when she turned three. I was so jealous. It's not a cool thing to be envious of your daughter. Do you see what you're doing to me sleep? I need you to visit me soon for the sake of my sanity. Also, I'm pretty sure that a decent amount of sleep would help me with the killer headaches I've been having. So, are listening sleep? I'd be willing to do or give just about anything just for you to pay me a nice visit.
It seems that I'm the only person in my family that you have issues with. I've been limiting my caffeine intake. I'm learning to settle down and relax as bedtime draws near. I'm even taking long hot soaks in the tub with just candles lighting the room in hopes that they will lull you to my exhausted self. Please sleep, please return to me. I miss you so so very much.
You visited Violet this weekend in the form of a nap. She came into the hallway with her pillow and blanket and just fell asleep right there. Violet gave up her naps when she turned three. I was so jealous. It's not a cool thing to be envious of your daughter. Do you see what you're doing to me sleep? I need you to visit me soon for the sake of my sanity. Also, I'm pretty sure that a decent amount of sleep would help me with the killer headaches I've been having. So, are listening sleep? I'd be willing to do or give just about anything just for you to pay me a nice visit.
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