Wednesday, May 23, 2007
It's Been How Many Days?
Since school is over for Emmy and my quarter is quickly coming to a close, I promise that I'm going to better about posting stuff. I don't know how often it's going to be, but I'm going to try an post something at least every-other-day. Wish me luck!!!!!
Friday, May 18, 2007
Meet The New Neighbors
We've lived in this house for just over 6 years, and we've been lucky enough to have the same fabulous neighbors the entire time. That was until about six weeks ago when a "For Sale" sign went up in Cheryl's front yard.
The couple that was originally slated to purchase Cheryl's house ended up not buying it because the builder never ordered the cabinets for the kitchen, and it was going to push back their closing an additional six weeks than what they were originally told. Long story short, they had - at the time - one-year-old triplets, and were not too happy about having to wait longer to get into a new house. In the end, their misfortune was our gain. We were sent Cheryl and her two boys.
Not going into too much detail, she was newly divorced with two boys, ages 9 and 7. Over the years, we've watched over each other's homes, cared for each other's pets, laughed, cried, and had two babies. Being the child of divorced parents, I knew what Cheryl's boys were going through. Many afternoons, she would talk and I would listen. I knew that she didn't need someone to give her a lecture, but someone to listen whilst she vented.
Anyway, about a week before Spring Break, I came home from picking up Emmy from school, and there was the sign. We talked a couple of times about it, and she told me that since the boys were getting older, it has getting more and more difficult traveling. Ryan (almost 15 - yikes!)had played JV football this year and was more than likely going to play Varsity next year. Sean (running head-on into teenage years) was getting more involved in music and other after school activities. She had been tossing the idea around about moving, but finally decided it was the best thing to do.
Her house was on the market for about a month, and I was curious to find out what our new neighbors would be like. Our landscaper, Scott, told me that it was a young couple with a two-year-old, and they seemed like nice people. Cheryl had also mentioned this to me, and that they would be closing the end of April and would probably move in that next weekend. So, I watched the house for a moving van, and waited.
We were sitting at the table, eating a very late dinner after EmmBug's recital, when I saw lots of lights and cars slowing down in front of our house. I snuck a peek out the front window, and there was the moving truck - along with three or four other cars/trucks/vans with lots of stuff. Here were our New Neighbors.
They've been in their house now for about two weeks, and we've waved several times either going to or coming from the mailbox, but tonight, we finally got to meet Chad, Stacy and Liam. I was on the phone with Kimmie, and Emmy came running upstairs - "Mommy, our New Neighbors are here. Come on, you have to meet them. Daddy's outside right now with them!" Ah, the enthusiasm of a four-year-old. We talked for about an hour or so, and the kids ran up and down the driveway and sidewalk.
Welcome to the neighborhood, folks. We hope you like it - and our nieghbors - as much as we do!
The couple that was originally slated to purchase Cheryl's house ended up not buying it because the builder never ordered the cabinets for the kitchen, and it was going to push back their closing an additional six weeks than what they were originally told. Long story short, they had - at the time - one-year-old triplets, and were not too happy about having to wait longer to get into a new house. In the end, their misfortune was our gain. We were sent Cheryl and her two boys.
Not going into too much detail, she was newly divorced with two boys, ages 9 and 7. Over the years, we've watched over each other's homes, cared for each other's pets, laughed, cried, and had two babies. Being the child of divorced parents, I knew what Cheryl's boys were going through. Many afternoons, she would talk and I would listen. I knew that she didn't need someone to give her a lecture, but someone to listen whilst she vented.
Anyway, about a week before Spring Break, I came home from picking up Emmy from school, and there was the sign. We talked a couple of times about it, and she told me that since the boys were getting older, it has getting more and more difficult traveling. Ryan (almost 15 - yikes!)had played JV football this year and was more than likely going to play Varsity next year. Sean (running head-on into teenage years) was getting more involved in music and other after school activities. She had been tossing the idea around about moving, but finally decided it was the best thing to do.
Her house was on the market for about a month, and I was curious to find out what our new neighbors would be like. Our landscaper, Scott, told me that it was a young couple with a two-year-old, and they seemed like nice people. Cheryl had also mentioned this to me, and that they would be closing the end of April and would probably move in that next weekend. So, I watched the house for a moving van, and waited.
We were sitting at the table, eating a very late dinner after EmmBug's recital, when I saw lots of lights and cars slowing down in front of our house. I snuck a peek out the front window, and there was the moving truck - along with three or four other cars/trucks/vans with lots of stuff. Here were our New Neighbors.
They've been in their house now for about two weeks, and we've waved several times either going to or coming from the mailbox, but tonight, we finally got to meet Chad, Stacy and Liam. I was on the phone with Kimmie, and Emmy came running upstairs - "Mommy, our New Neighbors are here. Come on, you have to meet them. Daddy's outside right now with them!" Ah, the enthusiasm of a four-year-old. We talked for about an hour or so, and the kids ran up and down the driveway and sidewalk.
Welcome to the neighborhood, folks. We hope you like it - and our nieghbors - as much as we do!
Monday, May 14, 2007
Crazy, Man
I got a letter from Lanier Tech this week telling me that I've been accepted into the Practical Nursing program. On the one hand, I'm relieved that I got accepted. On the other hand, I have a feeling that this summer is going to be very busy. Now if I could just get my Advisor to call me back, I'll feel a lot better.
Does anybody know who I can talk to about cloning? I think I might need a few more of me...
Does anybody know who I can talk to about cloning? I think I might need a few more of me...
Friday, May 11, 2007
She Sleeps Like...
We have had a really busy week, and both the girls have taken it in stride. If the day - or week, like in this case - is particularly busy, one or both of them might fall asleep early, might sleep through the night, and might not make a sound until birds are chirping the next morning. Last night, it was Jilly's turn.
Thursday was Muffins for Mom at Emmy's Preschool. I was lucky enough to be asked by Emmy's teacher if I would be the Room Mom this year, and I said yes. It's been very busy this week (it was Teacher Appreciation Week), and I - and Jilly - have been at the Preschool practically every day for the last two weeks getting things in order for Ms. Sarah and Ms. Robin's Class, as well as organizing the Preschool Teacher Appreciation Luncheon on Tuesday.
Anyway, the entire point is that we got home Thursday after picking up Emmy from school (Jilly fell asleep in the car on the way home), and both girls were tired and cranky. When Jilly gets really tired, she wants to be held (who wouldn't want to be?), and she wants to put on her jacket (don't ask me why, but I'm guessing it's a security thing for her). So about the time I was starting to fix dinner, Jilly brought me her jacket. I didn't read too much into it until she started whining incessantly. I picked her up, and she immediately put her head on my shoulder. S he already had Binky, so it was only a matter of time before she drifted off to sleepy time.
I went about what I was doing, and in about 10 minutes, she was down for the count. As I headed back upstairs to lay her down, I peaked in on Emmy. Thankfully, she had fallen asleep on the couch. I put Jilly in her bed, praying that she wouldn't wake up and be a pill for the rest of the night. Adam got home about 6:30, and Emmy was up with her second wind - Jilly was still asleep. He asked if I thought Jilly would sleep through the night, and I told him she might, but I almost doubted it. I was hoping for a couple of hours, but the entire night would be great!
We ate dinner, changed into jammies, and Emmy settled down for a bit of The Good Night Show on Sprout before bedtime. I checked in on Jilly a time or two and she was sleeping like a log - snoring included! I almost felt bad that I didn't change her into jammies before I put her down, but I figured if I did that then she might not sleep at all. So, there she lay in her blue and white sear-sucker overalls, white shirt, and an over-sized purple windbreaker that used to fit Emmy six months ago.
I checked on Jilly for the last time about 11:30-ish, and she was still sound asleep. I considered waking her up to feed her, but that thought went in one ear and very quickly out the other. I figured if she was hungry, she would wake up and let everybody know about it.
Emmy and I both slept-in a bit on Friday. We were up making biscuits with snow (Emmy's version of cinnamon rolls) and bacon when I finally heard Jilly stirring. I checked the clock, and it was almost 9AM. The poor thing must have really needed the sleep - all 16 hours of it! Before I could get to the stairs, Emmy was hollering "I'm the line leader!" and ran up before me. We peaked into Jilly's room, and there she was, still in her jacket, "reading" a book to her stuffed animals. She caught sight of us out of the corner of her eye, and immediately wanted out of her crib. Not too very long from now, she'll be able to climb out of her crib by herself - but that's getting ahead of myself.
I scooped Jilly up and gave her a big hug and kiss, then eased her to the floor to let Emmy do the same. The first order of business was to change Jilly's diaper. Even though she had just gotten a new one before going to bed, she really needed to have had a change around midnight. Jilly, says I, just because the box of diapers says 23 to 35 pounds, doesn't mean that's how much these things can hold! Both the girls laughed, since Mommy is the funniest person in the world. I changed her into a t-shirt and cotton shorts for the time being, and headed back downstairs.
On most mornings, Jilly will eat a bowl of cereal and have a cup of juice and a cup of 1/2 smoothie and 1/2 milk. Today, she ate like a field hand having his last meal - a bowl of cereal; juice, milk and a smoothie; 2 cinnamon rolls; half a scrambled egg; and 1/2 banana & a couple of grapes. Then, to top this off, she ate half of my Quaker Breakfast cookie - oatmeal raisin, of course! Good thing I had gone to the store earlier in the week!
Thursday was Muffins for Mom at Emmy's Preschool. I was lucky enough to be asked by Emmy's teacher if I would be the Room Mom this year, and I said yes. It's been very busy this week (it was Teacher Appreciation Week), and I - and Jilly - have been at the Preschool practically every day for the last two weeks getting things in order for Ms. Sarah and Ms. Robin's Class, as well as organizing the Preschool Teacher Appreciation Luncheon on Tuesday.Anyway, the entire point is that we got home Thursday after picking up Emmy from school (Jilly fell asleep in the car on the way home), and both girls were tired and cranky. When Jilly gets really tired, she wants to be held (who wouldn't want to be?), and she wants to put on her jacket (don't ask me why, but I'm guessing it's a security thing for her). So about the time I was starting to fix dinner, Jilly brought me her jacket. I didn't read too much into it until she started whining incessantly. I picked her up, and she immediately put her head on my shoulder. S he already had Binky, so it was only a matter of time before she drifted off to sleepy time.
I went about what I was doing, and in about 10 minutes, she was down for the count. As I headed back upstairs to lay her down, I peaked in on Emmy. Thankfully, she had fallen asleep on the couch. I put Jilly in her bed, praying that she wouldn't wake up and be a pill for the rest of the night. Adam got home about 6:30, and Emmy was up with her second wind - Jilly was still asleep. He asked if I thought Jilly would sleep through the night, and I told him she might, but I almost doubted it. I was hoping for a couple of hours, but the entire night would be great!
We ate dinner, changed into jammies, and Emmy settled down for a bit of The Good Night Show on Sprout before bedtime. I checked in on Jilly a time or two and she was sleeping like a log - snoring included! I almost felt bad that I didn't change her into jammies before I put her down, but I figured if I did that then she might not sleep at all. So, there she lay in her blue and white sear-sucker overalls, white shirt, and an over-sized purple windbreaker that used to fit Emmy six months ago.
I checked on Jilly for the last time about 11:30-ish, and she was still sound asleep. I considered waking her up to feed her, but that thought went in one ear and very quickly out the other. I figured if she was hungry, she would wake up and let everybody know about it.
Emmy and I both slept-in a bit on Friday. We were up making biscuits with snow (Emmy's version of cinnamon rolls) and bacon when I finally heard Jilly stirring. I checked the clock, and it was almost 9AM. The poor thing must have really needed the sleep - all 16 hours of it! Before I could get to the stairs, Emmy was hollering "I'm the line leader!" and ran up before me. We peaked into Jilly's room, and there she was, still in her jacket, "reading" a book to her stuffed animals. She caught sight of us out of the corner of her eye, and immediately wanted out of her crib. Not too very long from now, she'll be able to climb out of her crib by herself - but that's getting ahead of myself.
I scooped Jilly up and gave her a big hug and kiss, then eased her to the floor to let Emmy do the same. The first order of business was to change Jilly's diaper. Even though she had just gotten a new one before going to bed, she really needed to have had a change around midnight. Jilly, says I, just because the box of diapers says 23 to 35 pounds, doesn't mean that's how much these things can hold! Both the girls laughed, since Mommy is the funniest person in the world. I changed her into a t-shirt and cotton shorts for the time being, and headed back downstairs.
On most mornings, Jilly will eat a bowl of cereal and have a cup of juice and a cup of 1/2 smoothie and 1/2 milk. Today, she ate like a field hand having his last meal - a bowl of cereal; juice, milk and a smoothie; 2 cinnamon rolls; half a scrambled egg; and 1/2 banana & a couple of grapes. Then, to top this off, she ate half of my Quaker Breakfast cookie - oatmeal raisin, of course! Good thing I had gone to the store earlier in the week!
Sunday, May 6, 2007
Poor Baby
I am so sick of this Paris Hilton crap that's plastered all over the media right now. Who the hell cares this poor little rich girl got pulled over and issued a DWI, then got her driver's license suspended, then failed to show for several court dates, then showed up for the last date 10 minutes late?!?!?!
Who cares that this poor little rich girl probably wipes her ass with hundred dollar bills every time she takes a dump in her golden toilet? It's no skin off my nose!
Who the hell cares if she's famous? She infamous, if you ask me.
Should this trollop be considered a role model for young girls? Hell, no!
Why does society want to hold such an individual to god-like standards? Who the hell cares!
Get over it, America! This little snot-nosed brat isn't any better than the rest of us! Just because her family has more money than God doesn't mean we should try to be like her, want to be like her, or even dream to be like her.
So, shut the hell up, Paris! Tell your "fanz" to put the ix-nay on the petitions to Arnold, and show up for your time. Maybe 45 days in jail will put a little meat on your anorexic bones and slap some sense into your over-processed head.
Put on your big girl panties, and deal with it. That's what the rest of the real world does, bitch!
Who cares that this poor little rich girl probably wipes her ass with hundred dollar bills every time she takes a dump in her golden toilet? It's no skin off my nose!
Who the hell cares if she's famous? She infamous, if you ask me.
Should this trollop be considered a role model for young girls? Hell, no!
Why does society want to hold such an individual to god-like standards? Who the hell cares!
Get over it, America! This little snot-nosed brat isn't any better than the rest of us! Just because her family has more money than God doesn't mean we should try to be like her, want to be like her, or even dream to be like her.
So, shut the hell up, Paris! Tell your "fanz" to put the ix-nay on the petitions to Arnold, and show up for your time. Maybe 45 days in jail will put a little meat on your anorexic bones and slap some sense into your over-processed head.
Put on your big girl panties, and deal with it. That's what the rest of the real world does, bitch!
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