I'm getting old. It's just after 9 p.m. and I'm ready to crash for the night and the weekend. The kids are in bed...although not quite asleep. DD was in the room while I was washing my face and trying to bribe me into reading a story to her, the "if you won't read this, then you're not my friend" song-and-dance. I told her to go to bed. She told me I was not her friend.

On a happy note, oldest DS lost his 2nd top tooth tonight. He was excited because he can suck more noodles through the gap where his teeth used to be.

Youngest DS was not a pleasant child at daycare today. After losing 3 hours of sleep last night, he only napped for 20 minutes. Suffice to say, I think the poor teachers there were relieved to see me. But he heartily and cheerily wave good-bye and then immediately looked for his siblings.

Work is trucking along. Sitting in on phone conferences and waiting on bids for movers. One has been turned in...I haven't heard yet from the others. And it looks like we will be moving on a Saturday now, and that I have to have the phone/data cabler and an electrician on hand in order to pull the cords out of the cubicles and de-electrify before the movers cut everything. They also have to be there to pull everything through the cubicles when the movers set them up in the new space. Can't wait.

The big topic at work right now are the construction difficulties with the Comcast Center. Apparently, the plumber's union is fighting the use of waterless urinals, which may cost the building it's LEED "Green Building" rating. It would be the tallest Green building on the East coast. If they cannot get the permits for these urinals (which will save 1.6 mil gallons of water per year), then the Bank of America building in NYC will get the honors for the tallest Green building. Of course there are those that do not like them for other reasons. I have no opinion.

Sundays

DH made me get up early this morning in order to go out for breakfast with the kiddoes. It's always a bit of an under-taking, involving much "Go get your shoes and socks on now!" (Not to me, but to the kids.) Oldest DS hates going anywhere in the morning...I have no idea where he gets that from. I'm always up for adventure before the sun gets up, even without copious amounts of coffee. (Eeeek! Lightning!)

I finally finished one of my projects last night and have posted it for all to gaze upon. I'm slowly teaching myself a new hobby.



That one took forever as it required much weaving of seed beads and bugles, and of course, I have similar one in progress with AB clear bugles and clear/pink seed beads. Here's one that I finished a while ago:


It's just memory wire with some light grey glass pearls and silver beads and a pair of earings to match. Since I had a bunch of the grey beads left, I also made a similar necklace and earings with different silver spacers. I'll post it another time.

When I had finally finished the project and right before I went to bed, DD trotted into the room to tell DH and me that she had "fallen out of the bed." DH looked at her and said, "Well, climb back into bed." She pondered for a moment and said, "OK." And jogged back to her room.

As it stands right now, Oldest DS's tooth is still hanging on, but barely. Youngest DS is napping after a fun post-breakfast at BN and the park, where the kids hair stood up completely on end after flying down the slides. Gotta love that static electricity. The rest of the day is full of laundry and dozing while DH finishes his reading for school.

Oh yeah, and for dinner yesterday, DH made me cook, so I put together a shrimp boil (kinda like a crawfish boil, but no crawfish, and no newspaper-covered picnic table in the backyard to dump out the crawfish and corn and pototoes on...well, there was no sausage either). OK, so maybe it wasn't really too much like a crawfish boil, other than I boiled some shrimp in seasoning with corn and potatoes. But it sure was tasty!

The week in review, an exciting snapshot...

It's been a busy week here. Our leasing rep leased our office to one of our neighboring tenants and now we have to move in less than one month (including the build-out of our new office two suites down from our current office). Our VP of development is handling the space plan and contract with our general contractor, and I get to do everything else: coordinate with our corporate office, get all the other vendors lined up (phone system and IT cabling, mover's bids, etc.), and have our VP ask me my opinion and tell me I'm wrong every time I offer it. It's been a pleasure, to say the least.

The build-out should be done on the morning of the 21st and we will be moving that afternoon.

As for other news, oldest DS lost one top front tooth and the other is loose and may be out by the end of the weekend. (All I want for Christmas....) DD is trying to make me drink her water after putting her hand in it ("Do you want a taste?") And youngest DS has taken to pretending to fall down and then laughing.

Hubby linked me to his blog during the week.

I have a couple of projects under way and have yet to complete them. They're sitting on my nightstand.

The best part of the week was when I did a little shopping and racked up about $8 of goodies that I really didn't need (but the bead caps and the multi-strand clasps were so pretty) at the craft store (I love 1/2 off sales), and then waited for about 10 minutes in line at the register. The cashier started to ringing up my purchases before I realized that I didn't have my wallet with me. I had left it on my desk after checking to see how much cash I had. Suffice to say, I didn't get to have lunch either.

Oh yeah, I'm supposed to put a title here.

Well, I've noticed that I have been negligent in updating this here blog...not that that is a big surprise. I've been busy slacking off.

I was going to take a picture of one of my new project, but can't find the camera, so you will just have to wait and see... I'm borrowing heatherfeather's idea regarding some of her postings.

Went to a Southern Living party for a friend of mine who is a consultant, and she was kind enough to allow me to set up a little table of my MK stuff (shameless plug). Although only five people (including me) showed up for her party, I still ended up with $80+ in sales without lifting a finger, and everyone ordered from her, too.

The evening wrapped up pretty quickly, and I was home by 8:30, with the little ones already in bed for the night, although DD was not asleep yet. I went in to check on her and she was laying on the floor next to her big brother (camp out night). DS was sound asleep, but she was ready to chat and discuss her sheep "slipperies" which we was still wearing. She is convinced that she must be very careful while walking in them, lest she falls. Ben woke up in the middle of my awe-inspiring rendition of "A---- Had a Little Lamb," mostly because DD was not happy to be inserted in Mary's place. "NO! Not A-----, MARY had a little lamb, little lamb, it's sheep was white as snow!" DD then began a long monlogue about how eating a wrapper will make you have "tornado eyes." (That's what she calls the spiral-y eyes in illustrations, specifically from the book: Sometimes I'm Bombaloo. And that somehow ended up into a conversation with DS about how there are 6 Harry Potter books but only 4 Harry Potter movies (I'm too lazy to link these...although I'm sure there are many choices available).

I'm not sure how I disengaged from them, but somehow I did manage to make them lay back down and at least pretend to get some sleep. I know at some point one or two of them will end up in our bed during the night. Inevitable.

Googling

Well, I'll be... I just googled my blog and it does not show up. Hmmmph. The links of me on others' sites are there, but not my actually site. Mostly, I am merely a snippet of lyrics to some Green Day song. What did I do to irritate the Lords of Google-ville?

I have no idea why I have such an obsession with Google. I remember way back in they day when I was anti-computer. I didn't have one in college, as I used my trusty Brother word processor that "printed" using one of those daisy wheels, just like an electric type-writer. (Hard to believe that was more than 10 years ago!) My parents were surfing the net long before I did. My other two online obsessions, lately (well, other than blogging about my husband's jokes and loading up virtual shopping carts with items I will never buy), is Wikipedia and Dictionary.com. How did I live without them before? Heaven forbid I ever wander into a library to open a real, live, hard-bound encyclopedia. Or dig out my old, trusty, red Webster's Dictionary. I rarely even use my Thesaurus that I won as one of the top scholars in high school (I wasn't quite scholarly enough to win one of the scholarships--I mean, I wasn't a geek, after all!) because I use the thesaurus feature on MS Word instead.

This isn't to mean that I don't love books. I have them all over the place, to which my DH will attest. Shelves and more shelves and counters and tables of them. My kids seem to have inherited this love, too. I certainly will never complain about that, except when they use them to build forts in the living room.

In like a lion, out like a lamb

My DD's birthday arrived recently. She sang "Happy birthday to me" a multitude of times. To celebrate, we loaded up in the minivan and crawled (awful traffic!) to dinner. She had chosen the restaurant several days in advance, but DH decided to play a little prank and told her that we were going to a different destination, to which she interjected: "Red Lobster is di'gusting. I looooooove Chuck E. Cheese! Yum, yum!"

She had a marvelous time - Chuck E. Cheese came out to sing to her, and the DSes seemed to enjoy themselves, too. At least until the end when exhaustion and impatience took reign. We returned home and shipped them off to bed. DD, of course, decided she didn't want to sleep and spent the next 2 hours getting up and being put back into bed. I woke up with her in our bed, again.

Monday, my parents come to town for a week. The kiddoes are rather excited. I'm trying to come up with ideas to keep everyone entertained: rodeo (not that I enjoy it that much, but the kids seemed to enjoy the getting their booklets stamped and petting the animals last time), children's museum, and who knows what else. I'm actually taking a full week off from work! I haven't done that in years...other than when I got married and became a SAHM for a couple of years. They are staying in a motel so that they don't have to wake up at the crack of dawn with the grandkids, who are notorious for bounding into grandparents rooms by 5:30 a.m. to "snuggle" (which really means roll around and chitchat and bounce and say "shhhhhh" to each other.

Another day in the neighborhood

Last night was a difficult night. My DH (evil, evil man) put a movie on at 9:00 p.m. Of course, I had to watch the whole thing, since it was chock full of 80s music, and I spent the entire time trying to figure out which band it was. DH had a much easier time since he previously owned the CD (cheater!!!). Anyway, it had been a while since I had seen Gross Pointe Blank, and it was better than I remembered it being. A bit odd, like all John Cusack movies, but it also had Joan Cusack in it, and I love her! [Side note, didn't she have a really short lived sit-com a long time ago? Personally, I'm too lazy to google that right now, but I'll check later.] Plus DD refused to go to bed, which she had done for the last 2 weeks. "Check on me." "Check on me." "I want to sleep in your room." "Check on me."

So, after the movie was over and DD finally passed out from sheer exhaustion, it was nearly mid-night. DH was asleep within 3 or 4 minutes of his head hitting the pillow. I, unfortunately, tossed and turned, and got up to dim the light in DD's room and turn off the desk lamp in DSs' room. Sleep did, eventually, catch up to me. And then I saw the light flash by the bedroom window. I woke up and heard a heliocoter flying by. At this point, DD woke up, too, and said that she had a bad dream. I picked her up and listened to the helicopter for while. It continued to circle above, so I looked out the window and noticed that it was flying quite near us with the search light on. Around and around and around it went. I thought briefly about turning on the TV to see if there was something going on, but I was tired, and I figured there had probably been a police chase of some sort and they had pulled the car over near by. I brought DD to our room and she settled down between DH and me. Luckily, the boys (all of them) slept through it.

This morning, I managed to wrangle myself out of bed. I turned on the news (Channel 11, like usual), and low and behold there was a map with a nice little star over our apartment complex. Turns out that the helicopter was a police chopper, and they were shining on our complex. There had been a carjacking at one of the gas stations near us. The carjackers where people who lived in our complex, and their victims turned out to be, not only another man who lived in our complex, but the father of one of their friends. They were caught when they tried to return the car.

Here are the thoughts that crossed my mind:
(1) We live with a bunch of criminals.
(2) How absolutely stupid were these carjackers to bring the car back to someone who would recognize them.
(3) Hey, how old were these carjackers and where are their parents?
(4) How sad that we live in an area where we don't know our neighbors and would never recognize them if we ran into them somewhere else.
(5) How mean is my husband to find ways of robbing me of my much needed sleep and then complains when I hit the snooze button for hour before getting up?

Literally

DH and I have a communication problem. He's a punster and I'm a literalist.

We were cruising along in the mini-van one sunny afternoon with the rugrats napping in their car seats, when this all came to a head (figuratively, not literally--there weren't any heads in the street for us to drive towards.)

You see, he had mentioned something about carpet shampooers (You can check out the archives of his blog, as I refuse to inflict such harm onto any poor, unsuspecting readers). I in turn, gave him "that look."

DH: "Don't give me that look."
Me: "What look?"
DH: "That look. Just laugh. It eases the agony"

That was followed by an hour of pirate jokes.

DH: "What's a pirate's favorite subject in school?"
Me: "When would they have time to go school, between plunders at sea?"
DH: "No, the answer is aaaaaart."
Me: "What about aaaaarithmatic. Seems like that one would be more helpful for calculating their money captured, versus their costs in travel, not to mention life insurance policies, in order to find out if they are more profitable in different locations. Although, I suppose aaaart could come in handy for them to recognize whether the aaaartwork they were stealing was valuable. But I think that would fall under aaaaart appreciation, as opposed to the applied aaaaarts."

He refused to talk to me for nearly 15 minutes. Until...

DH: "What's a pirate's favorite vegetable?"
Me: "Gads."
DH: "Wrong! an arrrrrtichoke!"

Mid-January

Another fun day at the saltmine. Learned some good news yesterday about a "favorite" co-worker. Those of you "in the know" will probably guess what it is. Those of you who aren't, well, you'll just have to wait to hear. Suffice to say, I'm a much happier camper this week. I know, I shouldn't be so happy, with Karma and everything, but then I guess Karma is working it's way to my "favorite" co-worker.

Our youngest SD (I mean, DS, as SD is a state) has learned a new word. Before last week, he could say mama, dada, book (*buh*), ball (*buh*) and up (it's more like *uuupa* and he opens and closes his fists to let us know that he wants us to pick him up). Well, considering our DD has been shouting it at the top of her lungs whenever our littlest grabs anything of hers, his new word is "mine!" Eighteen months old and he already knows "mine."

Of course he "knows" other words, but doesn't say them. For instance, if I say "more milk" or "cheese" or "yogurt" or "orange" he hightails it to the kitchen and tries to open the refrigerator door. At dinner time, I say "go to the table" and he runs to kitchen table--at times he will even climb up the chair and sit on top of the table. "Time to go bye-bye" means finding his shoes and socks and bringing them to me to put them on. He has even figured out how to do the velcro on his shoes himself, and then claps...and gives you "the look" until you to start clapping with him. Not that any of our kids are demanding.

"Resting"

Gramma came to visit for Christmas. The kids were wildly excited, as expected, and wild they were. Poor Gramma just needed to sit on the couch for a little while to have breather and relax after playing jungle gym for all three.

Oldest DS desperately desired Gramma to play cars with him.

"I'm just going to rest here for a minute, Sweetheart."

"OK, Gramma, but when your done 'resting,' " DS raised his fingers and added the quotation marks, "come upstairs."

He didn't understand our peals of laughter, and looked confused as he headed to his room to play.

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Now back to our regular randomly blogged program....

Back to School

My oldest son, in his excitement from being back in school, told me about his day. He got to go to PGP where they were talking about the states.

"Forget-me-not is a state flower!" he chimed.
"Really? Which state?"
"I forgot."

Hmmm, that's some gifted program.

My DH is mad at me. He was flipping through channel and All Dogs Go to Heaven appeared on the TV. I told DD, who was sitting on my lap at the kitchen table, "Look at the dogs!" Ava looked over and started watching the TV. Steve started flipping the channels again (after all, the pre-game shows have started), and DH cries out, "I want the dogs! I want the dogs!" So, DH turns back to the cartoon, and DD hightails it to the living room and tosses herself on the sofa. I started perusing the internet.

Well, as happens with TV shows, it was time for a commercial. Steve decided to flip channels to catch a glimpse of a football game. DD, not realizing that he wasn't planning to stay on the football channel, cries out in distress. So I bring her upstairs and tuck her in to our bed with her Maxie (my DH's dog from his childhood), Buddy (the puppy she has had since birth) and Jraf (the giraffe).

During this, B, our oldest, was supposed to be getting ready to take a shower. So, I get DD comfortable (hoping that she would fall asleep...it's near naptime), and start the shower.

My, but I do use the word "so" a lot.

I went back to check on DD, and B hollers out, "I threw up!!! Mom, I threw up!" I rush back to the bathroom, and see B bent over with his mouth open. He was letting the water from the shower head roll over the sides of his head and fall over his mouth, making it look like something was flowing out. "I'm just kidding!" he giggled, straightening up. Not quite 7 yet, and he's already playing pranks on his mom.

So, I did the mom thing and told him to wash his hair.

The joys of children....how many more years until I can pack them off for college?

Due to popular demand

OK, my arm has been twisted (cha ching!).
This is the sweet potato casserole recipe that I "borrowed" from my friend Debbie. Who or where she got it from, I do not know. Note however, that this makes a lot, so I usually do a half recipe for just the family, and we still eat it for days afterwards as it's very rich.

Potato Mixture:
3 large eggs
5 lbs. sweet potatoes (peeled, boiled, drained & mashed)
2/3 c. sugar
2/3 c. melted margarine or butter
1/3 c. heavy cream
1 tsp. vanilla
1/2 tsp. pumpkin pie spice

Beat eggs; stir in potatoes until blended. Add remaining ingredients. Spread in greased 2 quart casserole.

Topping:
1 c. light brown sugar
1/3 c. flour
1 c. finely chopped pecans
1/3 c. margarine or butter, cut into small pieces
pecan halves

Mix sugar, flour and chopped pecans. Work in butter with your hands until it makes fine crumbs and sprinkle over potato mixture. Garnish with pecan halves.

Bake at 350 degrees for 1 hour.

Long weekends

Ah, Thanksgiving weekend is almost over. It actually made me thankful that I have a job to go to. It's been a fun filled four days, with the kiddoes couped up for longer than they are used to. On the bright side, they did not fill the bathroom with water again. I'm not sure what they are up to now, but something tells me that ignorance is bliss....

We had the usually Turkey day fair, created by yours truely. I do cook a good bird, by the way. I started on putting everything together Tuesday,by doing all of the chopping of the veggies for the stuffing and for the broth and roasted veggie portion of the gravy. I chopped the nuts for the stuffing and the sweet potatoe (a la Quayle) casserole--one of the best but positively worth heath-wise. I'm not talking canned yams with marshmallows. I'm talking sweet potatoes, cream, eggs and spices with a pecan and brown sugar crumb topping. Mmmmmmmm. This was in addition to green bean casserole with a kick, rolls (OK, I cheat here and use premade, heat 'n serve ones), sage and onion stuffing made from homemade bread crumbs, cranberry sauce, and apple pie.j (<----the "j" is DD's contribution. "I need gotta push 'j'.") I had everything done by 3 p.m. Thursday afternoon. And the feasting commenced.

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I finally had to check to see what the boy children were up to... They have unloaded all of the shoes from the shoe box by the front door and are sending them flying with the sit 'n spin. At least they aren't playing in traffic and the sit n' spin is getting some use. Thank goodness for that!

Countdown

Another day at the salt mine. Only 30 minutes to go until we close. We're off early today for Thanksgiving. For that I give thanks.

I've been killing time cruising the net, reading about stamping techniques. It's one of my hobbies that I find I have less and less time to indulge in. Although, I'm still hell bent on making my Christmas cards this year. I did make a few last year, but didn't quite get them all done in time to mail. And I wasn't completely pleased with the results. At least this year I have the idea together and have started the project. I'm doing a better job of assembly-lining, and hope to have stage 2 done by the end of this weekend. (haha) After I finish watercoloring everything, I will be ready to do all of the cut and paste work and then put everything together into the actual cards.

Twenty-six minutes to go....

I've already recorded the holiday greeting on for our office. Yes, that's my lovely voice that you hear when you call and the "night answer" message kicks in. Thank you for calling, but we're not here because our bosses are letting us have the day off while you slave away. Either that, or it's the weekend so leave us alone. And have a nice day. (<---that's for you DH)

No, I really don't say "and have a nice day." Well, not at work. I have put it on our home answering machine because it drives my hubby batty.

Eighteen minutes to go....

Saturday, I made the mistake of untying the children while DH was at school. Suffice to say, when he walked in after class, I was in the middle of flailing my arms around wildly after walking in on Sean filling the toilet with toilet paper and Ben and Ava throwing water from a plastic bottle, which they filled from the sinkful of water, all over the bathroom from ceiling to floor. He told me to leave and not come back until after they were in bed.

I decided to catch a movie, since I didn't want to go to the mall (and I thought the violent urge to cut my hair off might be stress motivated). After dialing Movie Phone, which I never believed anyone really used it, I chose Pride and Prejudice with DH's dream girl Kiera Knightly (which, by the way, she spells incorrectly. My best friend in preschool and kindergarten spelled it Kira, which is the right way and will always be the right way.). I have to admit that it was well done. (Although I still want to see the BBC mini-series version that I always miss when it's run on PBS.) It's a gorgeous movie and the audience got the humor.

Time's up....

Yea! Answering the phone killed those last few minutes. If I don't blog between now and tomorrow, have yourself a safe an happy Thanksgiving!!!

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A moment

We had sandwiches for lunch that day. Sandwiches and lemonade--sweet and sour, with melting ice cubes rotating in lazy spirals. The condensation slipped down the acrylic tumbler and wedged against the table. I stared out over the field with grasses swaying to something like music, something just out of my hearing, leaving my ears straining. I wanted to kneel among those leaves and press my hands and face against their coolness and breathe the earth, to cocoon in the mass of greens and golds and browns and see how I emerged.

It was all a mess. Flashes of light. A prickly sensation through my skin. Heat. It was all that I could imagine, like some far away memory. It should be there, you've hear the story enough times, but there is just a vague shadow, an emotional imprint, but not a real image. Rather like peering into a room through frosted glass. I didn't know what to say. I shrugged and walked away.

76 Degrees +

My DH and I had an argument last night.

"Woman, it's burning up in here!"
"No, it's not."
"There's a reason why I'm running around in my boxers."
"There's a reason why I'm huddling under a blanket."
"Look at me. I'm sweating."
"I have been cold all day! I was shivering in my jacket at work. Someone set the thermostat for 73 degrees!"
"Um, that's called room temperature."
"Well, technically, any temperature that a room is would be room temperature."

We often wonder how we have stayed married. He's always hot. I think he's nuts. I am always cold when it's below 76 degrees. But, this Thanksgiving will be our four-year anniversary. We've survived San Angelo, three kids and the apartment from hell.

Here's to many more years of thermostat wars!

Typical day

Well, I just read our Office Administrator Manual from cover to cover in lieu of filing. Gosh, I missed quite a bit of info when I was sent home from our training session because of the hurricane that never hit Houston. It was rather enlightening, though. Now the fun part--getting everyone in our office to be compliant to the policies and procedures. They aren't too keen on that.

Oh well.

On the bright side I have cute kids, always smiling, doing what they are told, being polite and going to bed when they are told. My DH, on the other had, has kids who cry and refuse to put on their Holloween costumes for the party at daycare and sulk about brushing their teeth and refuse to stay tucked in.

This morning, our daughter threw a fit because DH would not give her cereal before going to daycare this morning. (She does get breakfast at daycare, too, so it's not like we were starving her by any means.) So, to show her displeasure, shrieked to the high heavens about having permission to wear her costume for the party today. Go figure. This is the costume that we practically had to pry off of her last week and had to put up in her closet to keep her from wearing it to shreds before Holloween, and she refused to wear it. Ah, the joys of childhood.