I also do not love being awake until 4:30 in the morning because my baby is screaming and puking all over me (and in my hand). I also do not love that once the parents in the house finally got back into bed at 4:30 in the morning that all the smoke alarms in the house decide to start chirping and there were mysterious gun shotty sounds outside.
I do love that the culprits....the 4 teeth in question have finally, after weeks of messing with our minds, finally decided to poke their little heads through and show their faces.
On one side of my house right now there is blue sky and sun. On the other side of my house right now there is gray sky and wind.
Weather, just make up your mind already and let us get on with our day. It's driving my brain absolutely wonky-bonkers.
I don't get "Mad Men". I've never seen it. I don't know what it is about. I don't even know what channel it's on. I don't understand why all the blogs of all the crafty and creative women that I read are obsessed with the show, have parties about the show and follow their favorite characters on twitter.
Today, I really want to make cookies but I haven't yet. Why? I've been working. Doing a bunch of stuff I really don't want to do anymore. I want a new job. Anyone out there got any ideas for me? Something creative perhaps, where I get to do my own thing? Something food related? Something challenging that stimulates my brain? Something academic or educational where I just get to be in charge and don't have to really report to anyone? If you've got any ideas then I'm all ears.
My kids have been sick now for 7 weeks. Ear infections, bronchial infections, more ear infections, wheezing...you name it. The chick did three rounds of three different antibiotics and Elliott is just about to finish his first. Add inhalers and steroids, and lung enhancing medication and all the whining and crying and coughing and lap sitting (which I like) that comes along with being sick and I've lost it. I'm tired of little people coughing in my face and crying until they puke.
I might be depressed.
Prozac?
xanex?
Yes, please!
Sometimes, I envy people who just really don't seem to have that much going on. The people who don't seem too busy and have time to go to dinner and the movies and dink around. And take naps. And watch Mad Men (huh?).
Yesterday, I needed a craft. Since we have a brother/uncle who is dominating our Thursday afternoons and Friday nights with football, I figured we ought to be supportive. So, I made t-shirts for the crew.
I started with this picture.
Next, I used the picnik photo editor to turn the picture into this.
Then, after a little bit of work in photoshop (cropping, straightening, and adding a border) I printed the picture on some transfer paper. And created these:
I was pretty proud of myself until last night, talking to my brother, he told me that he gets to wear his varsity number, #74 for the sophomore game today instead of his sophomore #75.
Oh well.
We'll still look like dorks with our matching t-shirts.
People (including my husband on occasion) mock me, but if I really could have a wish, it would be that I could sing and dance. Not just the glee club kind of sing, but really belt it out, knock peoples socks off kind of sing.
And dancing? Fuhgetaboutit!
When I was younger I always took dance lessons. When I was 12 I joined a teacher who had big recitals and got us dancers into parades. No one ever told me (thank you!) that I didn't have the talent and finally, when I was 12 or 13 I realized that I was just too tall (6 feet tall) to be a dancer. And, the fact that I was often asked, after tripping on an invisible pot hole, "Hey Grace, how's charm school" helped me make my decision.
I'm not big on dance recitals, think clogging and other specialty type dancing is dumb. But, having the ability to groove to music without looking like a fool - that is something I'd love to have.
My boys and I have regularly scheduled, weekly dance parties. We have a play list on the ipod called, "Songs to Dance To" and we'll rock out until all three of us are sweaty and just cannot move anymore. Our moves are signature and our passion for dance is strong. We sing along, and dance our large, and tiny booties off. Some day soon, my boys won't want to dance with me, they'll realize I'm a dork. Right now, I'll take all the dance parties I can get.
I remember as a little girl my mom trying to get my dad to dance with her. He would stand still and she would try to lead - but ended up just sort of dancing around him and singing along to the music. We laughed and probably joined in.
If you're still reading after all this dancing nonsense, watch this video. Not only is it dancing from some of my favorite films (Footloose, Dirty Dancing and Grease), but there is a lot of John Travolta dancing and come on! It's John Travolta dancing.
