EPIC sinus infection going on here. Apparently my sinuses are in love with my ear canals, cause that's where all the pressure goes to.
Oh, and this morning when I got up to do lessons I was stumbling around- due to said ear pressure and dizziness- and I ran into the armoire in my closet. In a failed attempt to protect myself I sent my arm flying out to catch me. Instead I caught the corner of the door latch and now I can't lift my elbow/arm.
Awesome.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Saturday, February 19, 2011
The Face of Crazy
The last few days as I have manically been painting I have thought to myself many times over, "I really am crazy". I'm pretty sure my family agrees. But in truth I'm okay with being crazy. I know I have OCD about certain things, mostly cleaning and my home looking a certain way. But I do not judge others by my standards. I can walk in a home and if there is a mess out or a few toys laying around it doesn't even faze me. But if those same things were out in MY house it would drive me batty. It doesn't make sense but it also doesn't bug me enough that I'm going to change.
It was ironic that in the midst of this introspection I was given ample evidence of what crazy really is through the wonder of Facebook. I have a FB "friend"- I call her that lightly because I have almost no contact whatsoever with her but we all know that FB make you "friends" with the world now- that is quite literally nuts. I've had to block her updates because she is so offensive and so unreasonable. She spews hatred with every breath, and yet has never, ever been wrong a moment in her life. I would "defriend" her but I haven't figured out a way to do so covertly (FB need to work on that). My daughter and I have named her "The Face of Crazy" thus omitting the need to say her name- and we all know how much I love nicknames. But an unexpected benefit has come from this naming: the moniker has become a symbol of sorts for us. When we are out and see something shocking or bizarre happen we say "wow, that could have been the Face of Crazy", or "hey, the Face of Crazy is out again". It's a little wordy to ever become a popular catchphrase, but it works for us. And just so you know, I may not be the originator but the Face of Crazy is often times me :)
It was ironic that in the midst of this introspection I was given ample evidence of what crazy really is through the wonder of Facebook. I have a FB "friend"- I call her that lightly because I have almost no contact whatsoever with her but we all know that FB make you "friends" with the world now- that is quite literally nuts. I've had to block her updates because she is so offensive and so unreasonable. She spews hatred with every breath, and yet has never, ever been wrong a moment in her life. I would "defriend" her but I haven't figured out a way to do so covertly (FB need to work on that). My daughter and I have named her "The Face of Crazy" thus omitting the need to say her name- and we all know how much I love nicknames. But an unexpected benefit has come from this naming: the moniker has become a symbol of sorts for us. When we are out and see something shocking or bizarre happen we say "wow, that could have been the Face of Crazy", or "hey, the Face of Crazy is out again". It's a little wordy to ever become a popular catchphrase, but it works for us. And just so you know, I may not be the originator but the Face of Crazy is often times me :)
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Did You Know I Have Issues???
This is getting ridiculous.
I cannot stop painting. It all started with my mistinted purple office. Every time I walked by this room that I NEVER use I'd get nervous and my eyes would start twitching. The color literally drove me nuts. So I've been trying to self-medicate by doing realization exercises (ie....You can live with bad color Loma. It's not important. There are wars all over the world and starving children.....) but they were to no avail. Last week I grabbed my chance to fix the "ode to Barney the dinosaur" color. I was painting our master bedroom as a surprise to my hunny for Valentines, and I thought, hey I have this can of extra paint (I may or may not have intentionally purchased an extra can) that will just sit on the shelf in the garage waiting to go bad. I should definitely, for economy sake, paint the office.
So I did.
It looks lovely. My heart is almost happy. Almost you ask? Well, once I finished the office I happened to look down the hall into my daughter's bathroom and I noticed that the walls were woefully the same color they had been since we had moved in. They were calling to me "paint me, make me pretty". So I figured while I have the mess out I ought to just keep going. Then the kitchen walls, which were regretfully a shade too light than what I had been hoping for, fell victim to my roller and brush. What started out as a gift to my patient hubby (who had been waiting for 2 years for me to paint our room, go figure) became a 4 room paint-a-thon.
Don't judge. OCD is a real disease my friends.
I cannot stop painting. It all started with my mistinted purple office. Every time I walked by this room that I NEVER use I'd get nervous and my eyes would start twitching. The color literally drove me nuts. So I've been trying to self-medicate by doing realization exercises (ie....You can live with bad color Loma. It's not important. There are wars all over the world and starving children.....) but they were to no avail. Last week I grabbed my chance to fix the "ode to Barney the dinosaur" color. I was painting our master bedroom as a surprise to my hunny for Valentines, and I thought, hey I have this can of extra paint (I may or may not have intentionally purchased an extra can) that will just sit on the shelf in the garage waiting to go bad. I should definitely, for economy sake, paint the office.
So I did.
It looks lovely. My heart is almost happy. Almost you ask? Well, once I finished the office I happened to look down the hall into my daughter's bathroom and I noticed that the walls were woefully the same color they had been since we had moved in. They were calling to me "paint me, make me pretty". So I figured while I have the mess out I ought to just keep going. Then the kitchen walls, which were regretfully a shade too light than what I had been hoping for, fell victim to my roller and brush. What started out as a gift to my patient hubby (who had been waiting for 2 years for me to paint our room, go figure) became a 4 room paint-a-thon.
Don't judge. OCD is a real disease my friends.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
What We Heard On The Way Home From School.......
#1: Both boys hammering the words to Flo Rider's "Low, Low, Low" song. The best adlib? Noah singing "clucky clucky, gonna kick her to the curb" instead of "the whole club is looking at her".
#2: Zach to Taylor after she had tried to take away his ear phone because he was singing way too loudly : "It's not your job to take them off, it's my job to keep them on".
#3: Noah's explanation as to why his teacher drinks caffeine free Diet Pepsi all day "She is getting old and so her vocal chords need special drinks to make them work."
Don't you wish you were here???
#2: Zach to Taylor after she had tried to take away his ear phone because he was singing way too loudly : "It's not your job to take them off, it's my job to keep them on".
#3: Noah's explanation as to why his teacher drinks caffeine free Diet Pepsi all day "She is getting old and so her vocal chords need special drinks to make them work."
Don't you wish you were here???
Monday, February 14, 2011
What to Get a 4 Year Old For Valentines....
For Valentine Zach got the greatest gift ever......my ipod.
He has envied his sister and brother's ipods for far too long. Since bequeathing him mine on Sunday he was been watching videos nonstop and listening to Glee tunes. There's nothing funnier than listening to a 4 year old trying to sing along to Journey and Aerosmith. Plus as an added bonus he has a cold and is really congested. Stuffy nose + incoherent singing= entertainments for us both for hours.
Post script:
I have to correct myself. The funniest thing EVER is watching/listening to him dance and sing to Flo Rider's "Low, low, low". He keeps saying "he hit the phone" instead of "he hit the floor" :) And the serious gangsta face he's sporting while doing all this is priceless.
He has envied his sister and brother's ipods for far too long. Since bequeathing him mine on Sunday he was been watching videos nonstop and listening to Glee tunes. There's nothing funnier than listening to a 4 year old trying to sing along to Journey and Aerosmith. Plus as an added bonus he has a cold and is really congested. Stuffy nose + incoherent singing= entertainments for us both for hours.
Post script:
I have to correct myself. The funniest thing EVER is watching/listening to him dance and sing to Flo Rider's "Low, low, low". He keeps saying "he hit the phone" instead of "he hit the floor" :) And the serious gangsta face he's sporting while doing all this is priceless.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
A Few Visits and a Little Valentines Fun....
First off, did you see Lady Gaga at the Grammys?? Holy heck, she is one strange cookie. I'm all for freedom of expression but when you look like you've infused chicken gizzards into you shoulders you might want to step back and rethink your motivation.
With that said, all in all it was a pretty good Sunday. No tantrums, everyone got to church on time, and I even snuck in an hour long nap! After church 5 of my young women and I drove around to visit all the girls who hadn't been to church and take them their calendars and a cupcake (btw...these cupcakes were so stinking cute! Brenda went way above and beyond on them. I feel really sorry for the girls when they hit my month to make them.). We hit about 11 houses and reached someone at every home. HOORAY!!! It is so cool to see the girls get excited about visiting and really wanting to connect with the young women we don't get to see as often. Love them, love them, LOVE THEM!!!
This evening Noah worked on addressing his class valentines for tomorrow. He has a special "secret admirer" valentine for a cute little blond in his class named Noelle. He is truly his father's son :)
Tay is missing the fun of getting valentines now that she is in junior high. They sell roses for kids to send to each other at her school, but from what she has told me very few do. I think I'll have to surprise her with some flowers after school. It might not be the same as having the boy you like give you some, but I think she'll like them anyway (She was really hinting that flowers from any one would be cool when we were at the grocery store the other day).
I love my 3 little valentines, and my big one as well. On Saturday we decided to go to a movie and lunch because we knew Monday night would be insane. It was really nice to hang out with my cutie. He's been so busy and has been working such long hours over the last few months that we haven't seen each other very much. After our date we headed down to my parent's house for a bbq. I love my parents and siblings and nieces/nephews- I could not ask for a better family. James gets such a kick out of teasing my mom- this weekend it was all about how he purposely wiped off her eyebrows- but he loves her like his own. My sweet niece Shelby made my heart smile :) We were decorating heart shaped sugar cookies and I looked over and Shelby had licked off all the icing and only taken a bite or two of her cookie. Grandpa was not appreciative of that, and really wanted her to finish the cookie, so when he wasn't looking I put more icing on it and told her to enjoy :) She is a girl after my own heart. I LOVE icing but hate whatever is underneath it. It made me so happy so see that trait had passed on to the next generation.
It's late but I have to wait up until James falls asleep so I can put his secret Valentines present in his car so he can find it when he goes to work. I love surprises!!!! Happy Valentines Day everyone. Give the people you love a big hug, and let them know every single day how much they mean to you.
With that said, all in all it was a pretty good Sunday. No tantrums, everyone got to church on time, and I even snuck in an hour long nap! After church 5 of my young women and I drove around to visit all the girls who hadn't been to church and take them their calendars and a cupcake (btw...these cupcakes were so stinking cute! Brenda went way above and beyond on them. I feel really sorry for the girls when they hit my month to make them.). We hit about 11 houses and reached someone at every home. HOORAY!!! It is so cool to see the girls get excited about visiting and really wanting to connect with the young women we don't get to see as often. Love them, love them, LOVE THEM!!!
This evening Noah worked on addressing his class valentines for tomorrow. He has a special "secret admirer" valentine for a cute little blond in his class named Noelle. He is truly his father's son :)
Tay is missing the fun of getting valentines now that she is in junior high. They sell roses for kids to send to each other at her school, but from what she has told me very few do. I think I'll have to surprise her with some flowers after school. It might not be the same as having the boy you like give you some, but I think she'll like them anyway (She was really hinting that flowers from any one would be cool when we were at the grocery store the other day).
I love my 3 little valentines, and my big one as well. On Saturday we decided to go to a movie and lunch because we knew Monday night would be insane. It was really nice to hang out with my cutie. He's been so busy and has been working such long hours over the last few months that we haven't seen each other very much. After our date we headed down to my parent's house for a bbq. I love my parents and siblings and nieces/nephews- I could not ask for a better family. James gets such a kick out of teasing my mom- this weekend it was all about how he purposely wiped off her eyebrows- but he loves her like his own. My sweet niece Shelby made my heart smile :) We were decorating heart shaped sugar cookies and I looked over and Shelby had licked off all the icing and only taken a bite or two of her cookie. Grandpa was not appreciative of that, and really wanted her to finish the cookie, so when he wasn't looking I put more icing on it and told her to enjoy :) She is a girl after my own heart. I LOVE icing but hate whatever is underneath it. It made me so happy so see that trait had passed on to the next generation.
It's late but I have to wait up until James falls asleep so I can put his secret Valentines present in his car so he can find it when he goes to work. I love surprises!!!! Happy Valentines Day everyone. Give the people you love a big hug, and let them know every single day how much they mean to you.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Zachie creates a word....
There is no "tomorrow" or "tonight" in Zach's vocabulary. Instead, any indeterminate amount of time in the future is "tolater", as in "mom, can I go to bed tolater?" or "can I save my treat for tolater?".
I think he's started a revolution. I'm going to start using it when my other older children bug me about when something is going to happen or occur. For instance, when they ask when dinner is, I can say "tolater". There's no commitment to a certain time, or even day. It's just some time in the future.
Brilliant me thinks.
See you tolater!
I think he's started a revolution. I'm going to start using it when my other older children bug me about when something is going to happen or occur. For instance, when they ask when dinner is, I can say "tolater". There's no commitment to a certain time, or even day. It's just some time in the future.
Brilliant me thinks.
See you tolater!
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