Speaking of Odd...and dumb....

I know that I've mentioned a time or two that my children are odd, but they always seem to be proving the point.
The last 2 days Ella has been reading to me the step-by-step instructions (from a book that she got at the school library) on how to "wrap a mummy" - did you know it takes 2+ weeks to wrap a mummy? and that they remove the brains first?


Silas has taken to singing "Oh Cannon Bomb" at the top of his lungs while doing his business.  Not sure of the connection there.  Maybe it's all the snow because Jingles Bells has been a favorite this week too.

Ella is still working on her art work.  She drew a picture for her cousin recently.

 

For some reason this reminds me of Dolly Parton...

Maybe the apples don't fall far from the tree around here. 

I've also been educated by my eldest child that "crack is no worse for you than alcohol". HUH?  What ARE they teaching the kids these days in DARE??  

Come to find out he meant marijuana and NOT crack - "I always get those 2 confused!" he says. Yep, grounded for life...

I mentioned a couple weeks ago that I was having some bouts of stupidity and so it continues.  I ran a load of laundry today and it got most of the way through the cycle before I realized I forgot to put the clothes in the washer...

#2 today was not only stupid but dangerous.  After making the kids scrambled eggs this morning, I left the stove burner on (low) from 10am - 5pm and I was home pretty much that entire time but didn't realize it until I came home from getting the kids... 

Not only would I like to know Who Moved My Cheese, but Who the Hell Stole My Brain??

Utter Randomness...

If I only had a brain

This week I've been painfully stupid.  I don't know if it's stress, lack of sleep or too much wine (or any combination of the above).  So far I've:

1.  waited for 35 minutes in the atrocious pick up line for Ella after school, only to realize right when I got to the pick up area that she had an after school program and needed picked up an hour later

2.  Looked all over the house for 2 days for the check that I wrote for preschool. I finally just decided to write another...low and behold the 1st check was still patiently waiting in the check book...

Ella lost the cat (somewhere inside the house - the cat was really just hiding from her and Silas). She decided she needed to make a sign to help find her. I found the cat...at 3am when she was sitting in the hallway outside our bedroom door meowing her fat head off.

(sorry for the blurry pic)

The new Apple iPad makes me think of a feminine hygiene product. Might as well name it iSummer's Eve or iTampon. Product Naming department: fired.

I've decided not to wish it was Friday anymore.That means I'm wishing the week away and my life is going fast enough already.  I might not LIKE Mondays as much as Fridays but they'll have to do.

I just read Anna Quindlen's A Short Guide to a Happy Life (while waiting the 35 minutes to pick up Ella. No kidding, the book is that short - the title is very fitting). I love her.  Love her writing and her view of life (see Words to Live By to the left).  Another post for another day.

I haven't mentioned much about being 40 now.  but it's there. much like the 10 pounds I think I've gained since Christmas day.  Is this how it's gonna be?

"Her thoughts now turned to the words of Washington Irving she had taped to her fridge: 'There is in every true woman's heart a spark of heavenly fire, which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity; but which kindles up and beams and blazes in the dark hour of adversity'."

This is from an article about a woman named Stephanie Nielson who miraculously survived a horrible plane crash. I've read her blog for quite awhile (she was on Oprah I believe) and just recently read this beautifully written but painful to read article about her experience and recovery. It is impossible to look at anything in my life as tragic or an adversity after reading this.  All I can do is thank God and pray for her.

And finally, say a little prayer that my eyeballs don't get burned out of my skull tonight. My eyelashes have been horrible lately.  Breaking, thinning, just difficult.  I got some "natural" eye lash conditioner to put on at night.  This could be my last night with vision...

oh, and I'm now totally addicted to Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie Ice cream.  I had it on Tuesday night and haven't stopped eating it since (thanks Sarah.)

Who Should be Grounded??

So, yesterday I'm sitting at my desk working, Justin is in the garage cleaning his job materials out so that I can park in there (because our garage is a pit and we can't have ANY additional stuff in it without me losing my parking privileges). It was nasty and rainy so I was happy that I'd get to park in the garage after picking the kids up at Kelly's.
So I'm sitting, working and I hear a horrible - terrible- awful screeching sound - definitely not good.

I ran out to the garage to see my van in the driveway, touching the side of the garage door frame - not an inch away, or even an 1/8 of an inch away. Totally touching the side of the garage door frame. I freak a bit thinking that Justin passed out at the wheel or had a bad back spasm while pulling my van in.

NOPE. I look in and see Mason in the front seat, Justin in the back behind the driver's seat. HELLO!! Who let's a 13 year old pull a car into the garage that has a 1/2 inch of clearance on either side (never mind that he didn't even make it into the garage...) - when he's never, ever, EVER driven a car, touched a steering wheel or knows what a brake is?
Here's his skid mark on our rainy driveway:



So who should get grounded?
Mason? Justin?? or both?