Presents for Everyone

Okay, Brian is playing music in the office as I write this, and for some reason I can't listen to music and think and type at the same time- so here goes. If this blog doesn't make any sense you know who to blame. First off, and most importantly: today is my BIRTHDAY! (I'm sure all you already know this, it is no secret to the world) And I really in all honestly had a wonderful, terrific, fantastic birthday. I usually don't look forward to my birthday because I feel like it's a day that I usually have all these wild expectations in my head of what the day should be like, and of course, I end up disappointed. But no sir, not this year. I had a birthday extravaganza weekend. Let me just tell you: Brix 25, creme brulee, tickets to Grease at the 5th, CAKE (twice...err three times), a birthday dinner with Brian's family, pancake breakfast, lunch with good friend, Alfredo (that was dinner, not the name of good friend), 2 bouquets of flowers, lots of cards some of which included flamingos and wiener dogs (separately, although together would have been fun), new camera, a REALLY good hair day (notice the pictures please), camera accessories including an additional lens, and of course many slobbery birthday kisses.

OH! And THIS is great! Calvin's Birthday present to me.......... He asked me today what tampons were. Happy Birthday to me! My first reaction was telling that i will tell him when he was older. But he pressed on, and he seemed to genuinely want to know. So I gave him a VERY dumbed down story about uterus's, and babies, and it helps with things that happen every month. He pretty much looked at me with unblinking eyes the whole time. I thought he might have KIND of "gotten it." But then his last question was: "so since it goes in the place that a penis isn't, is it like... if I am blind and don't have eyes, do I put the tampon there too??"
HOLY CRAP. What my son took away from our heart to heart, I do not know. But I'm hoping I can evade any more questions regarding the subject until he's like 30.

(Breath) moving on... SEA MONKEYS. They were a Christmas present for Calvin from family (I will not name). They sit on the kitchen windowsill and stare at me while I do the dishes. I remember a friend in elementary school having sea monkeys and they were cute and squiggly and you weren't really sure if they were actually a real animal or just some carpet fibers floating in the water. LET ME CLARIFY. They are big, they are gross, and they look like a tadpole and head lice had babies together. They were okay to begin with, but now they are huge and they stare at me with their eyes and it's gross. AND it gets better. Just when I had 20 sea monkeys feeding on algae in my kitchen, THEY HAVE BABIES!! Now I have 50 little gruesome head lice creatures taunting me from their tank. If you have ideas on how to humanely return them to nature, let me know. I thought about dumping them in a lake or pond somewhere but I'm afraid they will mutate into some sort of sea monster. Seriously, let me know if you've solved this dilemma before.


P.S. I was talking to an aunt this week who I normally don't talk to, and she does my mom's side of the family's genealogy AND it turns out that my great great grandmother was an INDIAN PRINCESS. NO JOKE. I'm pretty sure that gives me some whaling rights or free fireworks or something.










Did you notice the finger smudge on the cake? My parents tried to make the fact that the bakery spelled my name wrong less obvious. Love them.

Quote of the day

Me: Calvin, you need to put your shoes on so we can go to school (I toss him his shoes)

Calvin (whining): But I don't want to wear THOSE shoes...

Me: Why not?

Calvin: I need to wear my running shoes, so the girls can't catch me.



That's my boy.

More cute pictures.

Yeah, yeah... I know you're sick of looking at my cute family, but get over it already.

Some of my favorites I took with the new Camera

Happy Birthday to Me. Beware, I will be bragging.

GASP! WHAT?! You forgot about my birthday?!?!? Nah. You didn't. It's in three more weeks. BUT, my amazing husband couldn't stand it anymore and gave me my present early (mostly my idea actually). So, he got me this really great camera that is fancy and amazing and I really have no idea how to use it yet. I asked for a camera for my birthday because he uses our camera for work and it's never at home. So, I was ecstatic to get my own, and not just any camera but a Canon Rebel XS EF-S 18-55 IS Kit! YEE HAW! AND HERE'S THE KICKER.... just when you're really starting to get jealous.... my lovely Brian contacted our wedding photographer months ago as he was researching my present to ask him what he thought he should get me. For those who haven't seen my wedding pictures, they are breathtaking, and Mr. Fred Calma is a mastermind. ANYWAYS, Fred told Brian that once I got my camera that I need to give him a call and he would take me out and show me how to use it!!! HOLY POOP!!! I almost wet my pants when I heard this! Lessons from a genius?!!! AGH! I can't stand it!!! I really do have the best husband ever.

Women are from Mars and men are from WHERE???

I probably should be spending this time that I am blogging either writing in my journal or emptying the dishwasher (both of which, desperately need to be done). But this is quicker and much more fun. First off, can I just say that I ate half of a pan of s'more bars today. It's pretty much the equivalent of half a stick of butter, 8 graham crackers, half a bag of mini marshmallows, half a can of sweetened condensed milk, and 1 cup of chocolate and butterscotch chips. I pretty much want to hurl, but for some reason I keep going back for more. I am completely sabotaging myself and every pound that I have lost recently. And I can't even help it. Sigh...

In the spirit of Valentine's Day I thought I would write a little ditty about my husband and our wonderful contract that I call marriage. Here are some things that make me love my husband even more...

1. Over the course of the past four years I have asked Brian on many occassions to go start the car 10 minutes earlier then when we have to leave to "warm it up." When I get out to the car and get in, the car has been started but it is still FREEZING inside. I look at the control panel and the heat isn't even on. I am then annoyed, but don't say anything, and then turn the heater on myself and wait ten mintutes for my feet to thaw out. This happened again a few days ago and I finally lost it. I clarified to Brian that when i mean "warm it up", I mean to turn the heater on so the interior of the car is warm (I said it in a much nicer way of course). AND THIS IS THE KICKER... He honestly had thought this ENTIRE TIME that I was being "car saavy" (his words, not mine) and I really just intended to warm up the car engine so that it would run better. WHO CARES ABOUT THE ENGINE WHEN MY TOES ARE ABOUT TO FALL OFF!?!?!?!!! You ladies might want to clarify this with your husbands...

2. Brian does not understand why I can watch reruns of "What Not to Wear" everyday while I eat my lunch when I've seen those episodes before (in the same way I don't understand how he can listen to political talk radio all day long). But nevertheless he'll sit with me and eat his lunch too and comment about how "those pants totally don't flatter her thighs." I love him.

3. He is just SO CUTE when he is leaving for school and has his backpack on. I'll post a picture some day.

4. He totally puts up with my decorating whims and party planning themes. He listens intently as I describe to him an array of invitation designs or lighting options for a room. He just goes along with it. He's the best.


There are many more reasons why I love him, but I want to go watch "jon and kate plus 8" and it starts in 2 mintutes. Priorities, priorities.

My Endearing Hubby

ME: So, when do you think we should start trying for another baby?

BRIAN: Pretty soon... you know, in an eternal perspective.