Friday, May 27, 2011

Contract done.

So, our contract is done.  Signed and sent off to the agency.  And I got confirmation today they received it. 


Holy cow.  This is really happening.  YAHOOO!


And it's T minus 1 week until I get to meet the boys in person!  Another YAHOOOO!

And just cause I think this is somewhat amusing:




I hope you all have a wonderful, super, awesome Memorial Day weekend!! Enjoy yourselves, enjoy your family, enjoy a few cocktails (those of you that are not pregnant).

We're headed to Door County for some Trailer Livin' tomorrow!  Hello Oreo's for breakfast!


PS-I'm a little irritated with blogger because I can't comment on blogs--so if I haven't made a comment on yours in a few days, it's not becuase I don't love ya!!


Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Summer Sledding

When you live in the boonies on 5 acres of land, sometimes you've just got to create your own fun.



Saturday, May 21, 2011

The power of Craigslist

I'd like to tell you a little story about my sales skills this past week.  I rocked it.  (we'll get to "it" in a moment)

As I mentioned in a previous blog post, I'm purging.  It's not like I'm a hoarder--I'm just getting rid of stuff that needs to be gotten rid of...candles that have only 8 seconds left to burn, nail polish you can't even shake anymore because it's so hard, crap I won playing Mulligan with the family (I'll explain that some day), clothes that I haven't worn in a year...stuff that I/we don't need anymore.

Oh, and a hot tub and truck.  Those were two more things on the purging list.

I won't get into how we acquired the hot tub and the truck (maybe some day I'll tell when I have absolutely nothing to write about), but both were not being used and were, in my opinion, very much an eye sore.

So last week Wednesday, I took some pictures of each and decided to list the hot tub on Craigslist. (does anyone know who Craig is, anyway?? hmmm...)

I listed the hot-tub in the "free" section.  Within about 20 minutes I got about 10 e-mails.  I just answered them as they came in--first come, first served.  The first guy said he would pass because he didn't think his wife would let him have it (uh, duh...maybe you should have asked her about it before you sent me the e-mail??).  The second guy said he'd take it and would be over that evening to look at it.  He came, he saw, he liked.  He picked it up on Thursday night and gave me an 18 pack of Miller Lite as payment.  One down, piece of sh*t truck to go....

The truck was Jesse's.  He got it really really cheap a few years ago.  Didn't really use it for anything important, but it was nice to have if the Vue wasn't cuttin' it.  He thought about donating it to Rawhide but would have had to tow it since the brakes have been shot for the past few months.  It would have been too much of a hassle.  So, he thought he'd just list on Craigslist for free just to get the thing off our property.  I e-mailed Jesse the photos I had taken and he planned on listing it that next day.

Back to Wednesday--once I got the confirmation the guy was going to take the tub, I e-mailed everyone else back, thanking them for their interest, but that the tub has been accounted for.  However, I wanted to be a jokester and try something out on 2 of those people...so to them I wrote "Thank you for your interest in the tub, but it's no longer available; however I do have a 1989 GMC truck that we're giving away for 2 cases of beer if you're interested".

And would you believe that BOTH of the people wrote me back and said "yeah, I'm interested". HA HA!

Let me show you guys this truck and you'll see why I'm cyber laughing...

See?  Crap with a capital C.
 
So, I e-mailed the first guy back some pictures of the truck and gave a full disclaimer:  it doesn't have working breaks, the gas tank leaks so you have to have a gas can with a siphon on the dash, the back-window is broken out of it...

Oh, and everything that was in the bed of the truck leaves with the truck.  That was not negotiable.

Within about 2 minutes of me sending the photos and giving my very detailed disclaimers on it all, "Joe" said he'd pick it up on Friday.

I'm sorry, what??  You WANT this truck?  You can't even drive it home-you'll have to tow it.

And guess what.  The truck is gone.  Joe came and left yesterday morning.  And dropped off 2 cases of beer as payment.

Anyone have anything they need to get rid of? I'm your girl!

Thursday, May 19, 2011

About the birds...

No really, I'm gonna do a post about birds.

I've never been a bird person.  I watched that Alfred Hitchcock movie once and that did it for me. 

It's not like I'm freaked out by them--I just never really had any feelings for them. (except for the geese that live on our pond and poop all over the place...I have certain feelings for those birds)

Anyway, our home office has a big picture window in it.  The computers are set up so that my husband and I each are looking out the window as we play work on the computer.  As I was playing working yesterday, I kept looking outside and saw birds.  Lots of different kinds.  So, I decided to break out the camera and snap a few photos of said birds.  I have to say, I kinda like 'em.  (the birds)  They're kinda pretty and neat in their own way.

So, for all you bird lovers out there, these photos are for you!  I took these all in a span of about 20 minutes.  (please note that they were all taken from inside my home, through a window--not the best quality or angle)

Please don't think I'm some weird bird lady.  I'm not.  I just thought these were kinda cool.  I'm also not saying you're not going to see more photos of birds in the future.  They're kinda neat, right?

:)

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Seriously?

That's what I said when I looked up in my kitchen tonight and saw this:

And I may have said another word or two, of which I won't repeat on this blog...

The dang light bulb I JUST changed (the same one where the contorted moves I did hurt my back...which still hurts BTW) burned out.

Insert expletive here.

I've now dubbed these particular light-bulb changes a "man's job" in my home. 

Monday, May 16, 2011

Ouch and yikes.

2 things happened this weekend and neither were much fun.

First of all, I'll preface this by saying I'm in this purging mood.  Big time.  Like, so much as "let's get a dumpster" kind of purge.  And cleaning.  I like to think it's because I'm that way all the time, but to be honest, I think I'm this way right now because I have two awesome men I've never met coming to my home in a couple weeks and I want everything to be perfect...and neat...and clean.

Our kitchen has ceilings that are about 14 feet high.  And normally in a kitchen, there are lights on the ceiling, some of which the bulbs need to be changed on some frequent basis.  I've had 3 bulbs out for what seems like eternity and decided I'd take matters into my own hands and change the dang light bulbs.  Can't rely on the hubby for such mundane tasks, right?  Normally changing a light bulb isn't much work, but these are annoying.  And high.

This is kinda what they look like, if you're curious. Kinda.:

So I get to the top of the ladder, shift myself so I can somewhat contort my body to be able to use both hands to get that damn bulb out of it's holder thing and change it.

All was good. Until about an hour later.

And then I could barely walk. 

I think in my heroic attempt to shine some light in my kitchen, I messed up my lower back.

I was pretty much down for the count for the rest of the weekend.  It's still painful, but not nearly as bad.

That was the "ouch".

As for the "yikes", let's just say if you need a Heimlich maneuver anytime soon, I'm your girl.  I had to perform it on my daughter on Saturday.  And I think I'm still shaking.

I never had trouble with my other kids, but this one (London) puts gosh darn near everything in her mouth.  I thought we were pretty much over that phase, less the occasional mouthful of sand from the sandbox, but I was wrong.  As I was sitting at my computer doing some work on Saturday (after the light bulb incident), she walked into our office and couldn't breathe.  People, I can't even explain how scary this was.  Never do I wish that feeling upon anyone.  Ever.

So, call it motherly instinct or "hey, someones choking" instinct, I knew exactly what I needed to do--and did it.  I've never performed the Heimlich on anyone in my life, nor do I ever want to again, but I did it and it worked beautifully.  Within about 8 seconds (the LONGEST 8 seconds of my life), out came a penny, a dime and quarter.

After we both settled down a bit, I just held her as tight as I could.  Even for a good hour after it happened, my heart was still beating fast and I was shaking.

Scariest I've ever been.

Of course within 3 minutes after it happened, she was back to her normal self like nothing ever happened.

So, that was my weekend.  Hope yours was better!

PS-in surro news, we have the contract completed!! Now we just sign and we're good to go!  It was actually pretty easy--the contract was actually much different than the one I had with B & T, but the over 30 pages has everything it needs to and more.  As I eluded to earlier, T & H are coming in early June!  So excited to meet them in person! 

Friday, May 13, 2011

Do you like strippers?

My kid does...

Okay, I feel the need to explain a bit.  My husband got this shirt as a joke from a friend...it had been sitting in the bottom of his closet for ever (why he didn't want to give it to Goodwill, I don't know...LOL).  The other day, the kids were playing in our bedroom and London came out wearing this.  She had put it on by herself.

I laughed pretty hard.  And then, as the future blackmail mom I am, I grabbed the camera.

Monday, May 9, 2011

Kidlets

So we celebrated London's 2nd birthday yesterday.  I like to include my mom in anything/everything possible, so we had the party at "the home" (nursing home).  It was a dandy time.

The entire time I kept thinking about how cool it's going to be for T & H to celebrate their kid(s) birthday's.  Made me smile.  Made me even more excited to get preggo for them!

Anyway, here are some pics from yesterday:

Barbie.  'nuf said.

A few balloons and a bowl full of pickles.  Doesn't take much to keep this girl happy.

Obsessed much?
When we got home from the party, we had a small campfire at our house. 
This was Emerson's chosen campfire attire. 
Dear Lord, please help me.

Age is just a number, right?


But what if you're an idiot?

I discovered something yesterday. For the past 6 months I’ve thought I was something I am not.  If you would have asked me how old I was, my answer would have been “31”. Done.

At my daughter’s birthday party, I got to talking with some of my guests and through conversation discovered that I’m not 31. I’m 32.

Crap.

I know my birth date, I even know the year I was born—think I ever did the math? Apparently not.

Crap again.

So, if you’ve asked me my age over the past 6 months and I told you I was 31, I lied. I didn’t lie because I wanted to be younger than I really am. Nope, I did it because I’m a complete nincompoop.


Saturday, May 7, 2011

[ih-moh-shuh-nl]

I cried today.  While I was running.


I am on week 6 of the Couch to 5K program. 


Instead of using my handy go-to "running" playlist on my iPod, I decided to dare the unknown and head down the "shuffle" path.  This is dangerous for me.  I have roughly 2700 songs on it.  Some of which I like, some of which I have to keep giving myself mental reminders to delete that one.  Regardless, I have a lot of music on it.


So, I'm into the 2nd leg of my run and I happened upon a song that I truly don't think I've heard in years.  In fact, I don't think this song even has a title.  In my iPod it's listed as "September 11th Tribute".  Not a good song to run too, but I heard it out. And then I cried.


I don't even think I can call it a song.  It's basically kind of a song, but mainly has voice overs in it-most of George W.  Some of interviews with people.  It's pretty heavy. 


I'm not sure why I didn't just hit the little arrow button on the right to move onto the next song.  I just felt a need to listen to it.


The part that hit me was when I heard the George W. voice over give this quote: "Whether we bring our enemies to justice or bring justice to our enemies, justice will be done."


I don't know-I guess in light of the recent news of Osama's death, I just felt this overwhelming feeling of....I don't know what.  I can't explain it.  All I know is that I cried while I was running.  It was odd.  But okay in some weird way.

After the song was done, I wiped my eyes and moved on.  And then I put a smile on my face because the next song was...well, here you go:
Hope you're smiling!


PS-I actually saw them in concert.  July 5th, 1989.

Friday, May 6, 2011

Doo bee doo bee dooooooo

This is what my life has become.  A never ending kitchen counter top of champagne and rock glasses.  And a bunch of bananas.

But I like it.

Especially the bananas.

Nothing horribly exciting going on in the life of JesseX2 + 3 at the moment...

In surro news, we're working on the contract right now.  30 pages of fun stuff.  Thankfully, the agency has assigned a lawyer to me and she's been great.  I got the initial contract earlier this week and went back with some "counter offers", if you will. I don't suspect any huge issues.  The only big issue I foresee is the part about celibacy.  It's going to take some serious convincing on my part for my husband to sign it. LOL!  I'm kidding.

I think.

This weekend is a biggie for us.  London will be sharing her birthday with Mother's Day this year--she's turning 2 on Sunday!  My little oopsie-I just can't believe it.

And since I'm feeling a little reminiscent:
Here she is, just a few minutes old.  At this very moment I was likely laying in the hospital bed saying the words "a girl? seriously?" over and over and over.  I TOTALLY thought she was going to be a boy.  I was 150% sure she was a boy.  Just goes to show you just never know...

And here's my peanut now, skinny jeans and all:
We're having a small little family party for her on Sunday at the nursing home where my mom lives.  It will be a nice time, I'm sure.  There will be cake.  And pink balloons.  Seriously, I've never heard of a bad thing happening when cake and pink balloons are involved.

That's about it.  I'll catch you all on the flip side with some party updates and will likely do an ode to my mom, too.  Cause she's the shiznit.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Rap

So I drove a limo on Saturday night--for a prom, nonetheless.  As you know, "chauffeur" is a title I carry behind many others.  Not my favorite job; but, I love my husband and I love his ability to run a successful business so I did him a favor and drove the 10 passenger biggie.  (okay, maybe it was a favor to me, too because mommy got a new Coach bag!! Pics to come soon)

Anywho...

A group of prom kids had booked the limo from 6-9 pm.  So, I figured I'd pick them up, they'd go to dinner, maybe stop at a few houses for pictures and I'd drop them off. Nope.  When I had picked them up, they had already eaten, had already had the parents drooling over them.  All they wanted to do was drive around for 3 hours.  Fun. 

Boooooooooriiiinnnggggggg.

Before I picked them up, I was talking with the dad of one of the "kids". (I can call them kids, right, because I'm over 30??).  He specifically told me this was going to be a pretty rowdy group--I said as long as I didn't have a champagne glass hit me in the back of my head, I'd be fine.

They weren't rowdy per say, but here's what they were.  Rappers.  Now, I had 8 girls and 2 guys.  They were all dressed really nice, hair and nails done, dresses likely from the Juniors department at Sears; seemed like "good kids".  As soon as one of the broke out the iPod, my jaw dropped.  I think they downloaded 800 songs with "mother f*&#er" repeated 1800 times in the lyrics.  And they ALL knew ALL the words!  It was like I was getting my own little high school version of DMX takes on Chris Brown.

There is some rap that I'm okay with. That I like, in fact.  But I guess I was a little taken aback by the "angelic" look to these kids belting out something about blow jobs...

Note to self: look into homeschooling my children.

Anyway, I ended up dropping them off a half hour early.  And then I turned on MY iPod and drove home with Enya.