My Little Life

This place? This place that is world renowned and, practically, in my backyard? It's incredible. A maze of buildings and hotels...all of which seem to be connected in someway. Underground. Via walk ways. Shared elevators. Incredible. The doctors? So far, the ones we met were fabulous...kinda. One of them basically beat up my poor grandma. No, really. I am serious. Okay, so yeah...she was doing tests on her but STILL! That's my GRAM!! Hands off, Dr. B-word. Then, while we waited until the new moon for our clinical assistant to come get us, we got bored. And goofy. And, got a case of the giggles. And bounced on chairs and flicked switches and did all sorts of other incredibly mature stuff while waiting (did I mention it was for, like, half our lives?!) to be collected by this mythical "clinical assistant". She was very much like a unicorn. NON-EXISTENT. But, eventually , came she did. And then we were on our way. My mama and I were treated to a mahvelo...

Last Saturday, we decided to go to the afternoon mass at one of the churches in our area. We were seated near the back, shushing our kiddos and trying to get them to stay still (hence, my "sit near the front" belief) when a great, big man came to sit in front of us. It was when he tapped the gentleman on the end on the shoulder, that I noticed that his arrival and choice of seating made him the third of three single men in a row. And suddenly, my mind was on hyper-speed. I was weaving tales and theories and wondering what sort of life stories these men held. (via Google Image) The first, was a slight man, with a head full of silver hair. Very well groomed, very reverent, and he held himself well. I imagined he lost his wife of many, many years, and that is why he was in church alone. His attire and the way he held himself, made me think he held a high position in life. A doctor. A lawyer, maybe. And I imagined that he missed his wife, dearly. The middle man, in my...

Forgive me for posting a photo of my husband's rippling musculature. *swoon* A nd yes, the little kids can just stand on water...perfect little angels that they are.

The other day, I was walking down our hallway, when something caught my eye: It was the sun reflecting off our van, through our kitchen window, where an angel is perched on the sill, and onto our wall. Little things like this? They make me smile. Happy Monday!

Alternately titled: "Happy Birthday to Mine Mama!!" Yup, it was my mom's birthday today. I'm not sure that I've mentioned it before, but she's pretty awesome. (So, that picture above? Something about it gives me the heebie jeebies ...not the subject, but the coloring. The surroundings. Weird. And yet, I still post it. Weirder still.) Come to think of it, I don't know anyone who doesn't think she's pretty awesome! She's hilarious, kind, fun to be around, a great grandma (not to be confused with "great-grandma", which she will NOT be for a long, long time!), a fabulous friend, and not someone you'd want to have a drinking contest with. She'd kick your ass. ;) We all (minus my big bro and his fam ) got together for pizza at a local pizza joint and sat and chatted for 2 hours. Yes, it WAS bedtime when we left, but it was fabulous to spend the evening with them all. Happy Birthday, mom...I pretty much think you...

Well, I've gotta say...it sure feels good to be done with school shopping! I thoroughly enjoyed my days with each of my 4 school-aged kids, but wowza. That was hard on the pocket book...and the waistline. But "Captain America" (I know, I know...I already said it was good before) was amazing. And coming from an "anti-Sci-Fi" girl like myself, that's really saying something! ('Course, it didn't hurt that Captain America was rather dashing in that patriotic suit...) It's the Mr.'s 20th Class Reunion on Saturday. To say I'm looking forward to it would be...well, it would be the biggest ding, dang lie in the history of lying. I ain't lookin' forward it. So wish me luck. Okay, onto Five Question Friday! Rules for 5 QF : Copy and paste the following questions to your blog post, answer them, then watch for the linky to appear on Friday morning (on a "new" post...a post with my answers to the questions...), and ...

When this posts, I will be deep within shopping bliss with my 9 (almost 10!!) year old! The last of my kids to take school shopping. Well, we still need the actual "supplies", but clothes/shoes/backpacks? We're totally covered! Most of y'all know the drill for Five Question Friday, but for those of you that don't this explanation's for you! Remember that this post (the one you're reading right now) is just the "sneak peek" at the questions...you're chance to get the questions so you can get your post all ready for tomorrow! Rules for 5 QF : Copy and paste the following questions to your blog post, answer them, then watch for the linky to appear on Friday morning (on a "new" post...a post with my answers to the questions...), and link up! Questions for Friday, August 26 th : (Special thanks to Liz , Sandy , @ gasfamily , @ trooppetrie and @ MarandaLamping [no BlogFrog link] for their question suggestions! I would LO...

Gotta love 'em. Otherwise, you'd kill 'em. Or something. They are, seriously, the most frustratingly hilarious creatures on this planet. Trying to pave their way in the world. Carve out a niche for themselves. Figure out just who they are. In all of that, they will certainly drive their parents to the edge of sanity...and then back to normal again. And then right back out to the edge. And just as suddenly, right back into normalcy. It's a vicious cycle. But, those moments of normalcy? That's when the fun happens. When you see the glimpse of the adult they are becoming. And that's the good stuff. It's the stuff that makes all the crazies worth it. Last night was "Pal and Mom" day. The two of us went shopping, mano a mano , had supper and caught a movie...just like we've done every year for the last *sob* 11 years. (PS..."Captain America"? Fabulous!) I love hearing his quips, his thoughts on the world...on his life. We la...

A few weeks ago I was hell bent on getting this flubby old bod of mine into shape. I started eating better and I even *gasp* started running. (Secret: I actually enjoyed it!) Well, I've fallen off the bandwagon. BOO!! Unless you count those cartwheels I was turning out in right field during our softball game. Yes, I am serious. After back to back vacations (and, yes, I realize the whole "back to back vacation" thing doesn't garner a whole lot of sympathy...but have you seen my schedule ?! THAT'S where I need the sympathy!) and life getting crazy, I'm pretty sure I'm back at square 1. Actually, prolly worse than that...more like Square -52. I've decided to just play it easy until this maddness ends, then jump back on the bandwagon when I have only *sniffle* one *tear* baby *sob* left with me at home. Sensible eating, exercise when I can, but no gangbusters until school starts. Looks like this will have to wait, again : Image Via ...

There is something about us....us moms...that stumps me. Makes me scratch my head a little a bit. It's how some moms get defensive when someone tells them that their baby/child looks like their spouse. Why the chip on the shoulder? I just don't get it, after all , don't they think their husband is good looking? I grin when people tell me that one of my kids looks like my husband...I think he's pretty dang hot, so it makes me think our kids will fare well in life with his good looks! Oh, whoops. Er...I meant this: Case in point...our child whom I think most resembles the Mr.: Hambone . Spittin ' image. Dubya a close second. It's hard for me to tell with Belle and Baby Girl, because their coloring is SO different from the Mr.'s, but I wouldn't mind one bit if they end up resembling my husband...I mean, have you seen his sisters? Gorgeous. So...what do you think it is that makes some mama's get their hackles up when they...