Archive for November, 2006

Candy cane visions.

Okay, so you remember when I told you about the candy canes in my front lawn? Remember when I told you that I had bought more for the yard, bringing the candy cane count up to 20?

Well, I had a definite vision about where exactly to place those extra 10 candy canes. They would (of course!) go on the other side of the front porch to bring balance and symmetry to the display. Because the 10 we had out already were only on one side of the porch. So (of course!) we needed to put the other 10 on the other side.

Only (of course!) my husband did not share my vision. And so when I left the house to take my son to Tae Kwon Do last night (in his newly be-patched uniform) and said to my husband, “If you feel like getting ambitious…” and gestured to the new boxes of lighted candy canes, he took that to mean he could put them up wherever he wanted.

And he did. Wherever he wanted. He put the candy canes wherever he wanted. Which is exactly the opposite of wherever I wanted them. (Of course!)

So I tried to be a big girl and not whine about the candy cane placement. I am, actually, still in the process of trying not to whine. But there is no symmetry, you see, and I cannot take such madness. It is eating away at my very soul. Eating away at me, I tell you.

Edited to add: I did it. I changed them. (Of course!) I couldn’t help it. I tried, I tell you, I tried really hard. But the part of me that wanted to just let it be was overpowered by the part of me that needs things to be balanced and symmetrical. (Let’s hear it for OCD!)

(Sorry, honey, for what I’ve done to your candy cane vision. But remember, you married me willingly. And you knew about my craziness – or do I need to remind you about my cows?)

There are some things money can’t buy.

Four patches for my son’s Tae Kwon Do uniform: $8.00

Specialty sewing kit (because I can’t find the needle and thread I already own): $5.00

Bandaids: $2.00 (for the sewing related injury)

Look of pure joy on my son’s face when he saw that I had finally sewn on his patches: priceless

I’m hating the sewing, but liking the lights.

I’m taking a break from sewing my son’s patches onto his Tae Kwon Do uniform. For the record, I can’t sew, and I dislike it very much. Also, I dislike it very much. Ooops, did I say that twice? That just goes to show how much I dislike sewing. And I said it again. So there.

Also, for the record, we now have plastic candy cane lights on our front lawn. And some spiral-y tree thingies. Four of them, to be exact. And 10 candy canes. But we’ll soon have 20 candy canes because I went to the store and bought more for the other side of the house.

Whooo, boy, we sure do know how to decorate for a holiday around here! Maybe if you’re nice, I’ll post pictures.

Did I mention candy canes? On my front lawn? Yeah baby!

What’s happened during your day?

My day so far…

  • We left the van door open last night. All night. And not only was there frost on the outside of the glass, but also on the inside. And a weird smell. I’m thankful that we live in a fairly safe neighborhood and that the van was still out there and in one piece when we woke up. But I’m not thankful for whatever it was that deposited that weird smell inside my van.
  • I seemed to have lost one baby shoe, brown, size 12 months. He had it on when we went to drop the kids off at school, but I don’t know for sure if he had it on when we came back into the house. All I know is that when I put him into the highchair for breakfast, he only had one shoe on.
  • My friends Sara emailed me and told me to check Ebay for that Star Wars ship we didn’t get last Christmas. And she was very nice in that she refrained from going, “Duh” in her email. Because, duh, who doesn’t check Ebay for these kinds of things? But she did include a nice link to a specific auction, lest, duh, I can’t find my way around Ebay.*
  • I have forgotten to eat. Anything. And now I’m chewing on my own lip and wondering if Chapstick has any nutritional value whatsoever.

So… I’m off to scrounge for food in the kitchen. And I’m going to try to gather my wits and proceed on with my day in a calm manner. (I just love saying ‘gather my wits’, although I’m not even sure if I can use it correctly in a sentence. But you don’t really care, right?)

*Nah, Sara would never say “duh” to me. And I don’t really think she thinks I’m stupid. She just knows that temporary lapses of rational thought go along with the whole having kids thing.

Who knew – spending money makes me happy.

Yesterday made me so happy. So, so happy.

What did we do yesterday? We went shopping and bought our children’s Christmas presents.

Every year I get stressed about what to buy them (and what to recommend to Santa) and we usually end up waiting until mid-December and have to run all over town to find what we want. And like last year, we end up emptyhanded; without the very coveted toy. Well, this year we had a good idea about what to get, and decided to, what the heck, go ahead and buy it all.

So we went shopping. At Target, nonetheless. We found gifts for the kids, and we helped Santa with his gift choices too. And now we are done, and I am peacefully, blissfully happy.

(Well, after I got over the sticker shock, that is.)

(Wow, how expensive can pieces of plastic get? I mean, really?)

But my husband, who should henceforth be known as spoiler of all children, is a little worried we didn’t get enough. Because there is more out there that the kids would like to have. There is a lot more that we would like to buy! So I am trying my best to resist his brand of reasoning and stay strong. But sometimes when he argues that maybe they should have this-or-that, I want to give in.

Don’t tell him that though, I’ve got a reputation as a mean-ass mommy to maintain.

Thanksgiving, a story in pictures.*

*Mostly because I’m too deeply ensconced in my post Thanksgiving sugar coma to come out and write much of anything.

Here is my first-grade pilgrim before his class’s big feast. And at said big feast he ate exactly one portion of turkey and one roll. Feast on, big guy, feast on.


Here is my kindergarten pilgrim at her class’s feast. And feast she did, with a good portion of ice cream and apple pie to top it all off. And I’d like to take a chomp out of those cheeks, because they are so, so delectable.


Here they are displaying the ‘thankful turkeys’ we made the day before. You can’t get any better than crafts made from brown paper sacks.


Hers says she’s thankful for, “Family, friends, and my heart.”


His says he is thankful for, “All my teachers, family, friends, sunlight, electricity so we can cook food, video games, and stores.”


And here are me and my girl, as seen through the eyes of a 7 year old with a digital camera and an obvious desire to not get too close, lest the shine from his mother’s forehead blind him permanently.

Enjoy your day.

There are so many things I am thankful for. I could go on for days if I truly got into the things that have blessed my life. So I’ll leave it at this – I have wonderful people in my world (both close and far) who make my life something to be thankful for.

Thank you, you wonderful people, you. Thank you very much.