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Saturday, February 6, 2010
Thus the Awful Cold Begins
Bleck. I feel so sick. I have an awful cold. That's why I am using this yuckish puky green. I feel like puke that's yuckish, and green. Bleck. Does anyone have suggestions for me to get better?
By the way, boy oh boy is is snowy! About 7 inches they say...so far!!! Maybe today we can build some snowmen! If I feel better soon that is. Also, we have Monday off from school because the Archbishop declared a day off due to the Colts at the Super Bowl! Go Blue!
By the way, boy oh boy is is snowy! About 7 inches they say...so far!!! Maybe today we can build some snowmen! If I feel better soon that is. Also, we have Monday off from school because the Archbishop declared a day off due to the Colts at the Super Bowl! Go Blue!
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
I have this full-time job
As a taxi driver.
Seriously.
In order, today I have visited:
School
School newspaper bin
Cardboard recycling
McDonald's (had to get breakfast somewhere!)
Glass/metal recycling
Credit union (which wasn't open, so I cleaned out my car...and found these...
School
Library
Orthopedist
Home (forgot the checkbook)(and the phone charger)
Mcdonalds (chicklet needed lunch)
School
Credit union (found part of more than $28 in change in my car!)
Credit union (forgot to ask some research questions)
Chick-Fil-A (cuz I *needed* a peppermint chocolate chip milkshake)
Bank (research)
Bank (more research)
Physical therapy
Tire place
Post office
School
Orthodontist
Sam's Club
*HOME* for a full 90 minutes!
And yet on the agenda were:
Pool
Chhhhhooooiiirrr-la la la la! (the one thing I truly love about Wednesdays, going to choir practice)
And home again, home again, jiggety jig.
Is it any wonder I took the day off from work? Where on earth would I have crammed it into this ridiculous schedule?
I'm wondering, in all seriousness, what it would take to get a chauffeur's license. I'm sure it would pay better than being the designated TaxiMom.
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Seriously.
In order, today I have visited:
School
School newspaper bin
Cardboard recycling
McDonald's (had to get breakfast somewhere!)
Glass/metal recycling
Credit union (which wasn't open, so I cleaned out my car...and found these...
- Starbucks gift card!!!
- sharpie
- lid to my lip gloss
- bottle of motrin
- zillions of pennies - all in the first 5 minutes (& under drivers seat)!
- Crab's lip gloss
- Yell's church nametag
- sunglasses
- chopsticks
- Niece-ling's juice cup
- tictacs
- bookmarks
- 1 swim fin
- gloves
- frisbee
- Christmas church bulletin
- sidewalk chalk
- index cards
- blue clip-on hair streaks
- 1st communion necklace
- socks
- magnet
- batteries
- Empty shoe box
- drawings
- backpack
- & I admit to spilling the pennies
School
Library
Orthopedist
Home (forgot the checkbook)(and the phone charger)
Mcdonalds (chicklet needed lunch)
School
Credit union (found part of more than $28 in change in my car!)
Credit union (forgot to ask some research questions)
Chick-Fil-A (cuz I *needed* a peppermint chocolate chip milkshake)
Bank (research)
Bank (more research)
Physical therapy
Tire place
Post office
School
Orthodontist
Sam's Club
*HOME* for a full 90 minutes!
And yet on the agenda were:
Pool
Chhhhhooooiiirrr-la la la la! (the one thing I truly love about Wednesdays, going to choir practice)
And home again, home again, jiggety jig.
Is it any wonder I took the day off from work? Where on earth would I have crammed it into this ridiculous schedule?
I'm wondering, in all seriousness, what it would take to get a chauffeur's license. I'm sure it would pay better than being the designated TaxiMom.
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Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Way back when...a million or so coupons ago...
I used to be a coupon queen. I'd cut out, sort, plot, plan, and execute my attack. I'd coordinate all of this frenzy during the girls' gymnastics practice(s). I had a binder where I'd sort my coupons (by aisle of my fave store). I'd even have contests with Miss Magina to see who could save the most money. I roll my eyes in remembrance of such organization.
Since then, my twins are in middle-school activities, I've returned to full-time work, my coupons have largely been tucked into ziploc bags and thrown on a closet shelf, and the economy has dumped a port-a-potty in my checkbook. Time for a change!
Recently, I've been following BargainBriana (because bargains don't find themselves) and she's given me a chance to share the glories of saving $ again. I'm talking about her Frugal Map.
Her Frugal Map displays a list of $avvy Blogger$ who enjoy $aving their $ and $haring their experience$ with other$. Notice the $$$? Yep, they're adding up! The frugal map links you to your own state (or whatever state you select), and lists the bloggers' site(s) in your area. It's a pretty nifty way to use technology to your advantage. Maybe couponing/savings that can help pay for your high-speed internet or wireless mobile device?
Hmm, maybe I should make my computer habits pay for themselves (as they did in the past). Definitely a point to ponder.
Since we spend a number of hours at the pool each week, I'm thinking I may be able to squeeze the couponing into the otherwise wasted time (who am I kidding, that's when I catch up on Twitter!). I'll keep you posted on how it works on our next shopping trip.
Suz
Since then, my twins are in middle-school activities, I've returned to full-time work, my coupons have largely been tucked into ziploc bags and thrown on a closet shelf, and the economy has dumped a port-a-potty in my checkbook. Time for a change!
Recently, I've been following BargainBriana (because bargains don't find themselves) and she's given me a chance to share the glories of saving $ again. I'm talking about her Frugal Map.
Her Frugal Map displays a list of $avvy Blogger$ who enjoy $aving their $ and $haring their experience$ with other$. Notice the $$$? Yep, they're adding up! The frugal map links you to your own state (or whatever state you select), and lists the bloggers' site(s) in your area. It's a pretty nifty way to use technology to your advantage. Maybe couponing/savings that can help pay for your high-speed internet or wireless mobile device?
Hmm, maybe I should make my computer habits pay for themselves (as they did in the past). Definitely a point to ponder.
Since we spend a number of hours at the pool each week, I'm thinking I may be able to squeeze the couponing into the otherwise wasted time (who am I kidding, that's when I catch up on Twitter!). I'll keep you posted on how it works on our next shopping trip.
Suz
Playing with Food
is not optional.
When it's string cheese.
It's required.
Which is why I like it.
Suz
When it's string cheese.
It's required.
Which is why I like it.
Suz
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Getting Stabbed (in a good way)
This photo is pretty terrible, but I had it taken with my phone. I was obviously a little hindered at the time.
There's this blogger who is sponsoring a blood drive. You can see what I'm talking about here (but don't click yet, I have a story to tell)
Way back when, a million or so years ago, I met my friend Miss Magina. She and I went to the same church, but hadn't met each other. I remember hearing about her -- and was completely skeptical -- seems she was pregnant with spontaneous triplets. Yeah, right. At that point I'd been in a multiples club for almost 2 years (you know, forever?) and I didn't know ANYONE who had spontaneous triplets.
During her pregnancy, she found out she had Twin-to-Twin Transfusion Syndrome (TTTS). Fortunately, Miss Magina was blissfully unaware of how dangerous this condition could be to her babies. Also fortunately, she carried the girls to 32.5 weeks with ZERO BEDREST! (Yes, fellow M.o.M.s, I still tell her she's a freak of nature.)
Babies get delivered, all three doing relatively well for being preemies, but Miss Magina feels weird. Apparently she lost consciousness at this point and remembers nothing. But she did tell me -- years later -- that she had to have a transfusion. She and I have the same blood type. The hospital gave her a universal blood type, but her body reacted badly, she started 'crashing.' Switch to OUR blood type and she improved immediately.
So anyway -- Miss Magina is the best friend in the world. She's taken me to the hospital at least twice. She's shown up in the middle of an evening to make me hot caramel apple cider when I was feeling gross. She makes me coffee. She's taught me to do some basic computer repair. And I can't sum up how much I love her in one paragraph -- gad -- I'll make you throw up anyway.
My point is, if I'd known her at that point in our lives, and if I'd known she needed a transfusion, I would have happily been a direct donor for her. And I know she'd do the same for me.
Just a little something to make you think. It's a little uncomfortable (but childbirth is a lot worse). It takes a little while (but you pay to go to the dentist). And you're scared of needles (don't look! I don't!) But maybe there's someone you'd like to honor? Or anyone you know who's been affected by a transfusion?
Consider donating. You'll help at least three people with one donation, and it doesn't cost you a cent.
And ManicMommy has some pretty cool prize opportunities too. http://www.tinyurl.com/gotblood
There's this blogger who is sponsoring a blood drive. You can see what I'm talking about here (but don't click yet, I have a story to tell)
Way back when, a million or so years ago, I met my friend Miss Magina. She and I went to the same church, but hadn't met each other. I remember hearing about her -- and was completely skeptical -- seems she was pregnant with spontaneous triplets. Yeah, right. At that point I'd been in a multiples club for almost 2 years (you know, forever?) and I didn't know ANYONE who had spontaneous triplets.
During her pregnancy, she found out she had Twin-to-Twin Transfusion Syndrome (TTTS). Fortunately, Miss Magina was blissfully unaware of how dangerous this condition could be to her babies. Also fortunately, she carried the girls to 32.5 weeks with ZERO BEDREST! (Yes, fellow M.o.M.s, I still tell her she's a freak of nature.)
Babies get delivered, all three doing relatively well for being preemies, but Miss Magina feels weird. Apparently she lost consciousness at this point and remembers nothing. But she did tell me -- years later -- that she had to have a transfusion. She and I have the same blood type. The hospital gave her a universal blood type, but her body reacted badly, she started 'crashing.' Switch to OUR blood type and she improved immediately.
So anyway -- Miss Magina is the best friend in the world. She's taken me to the hospital at least twice. She's shown up in the middle of an evening to make me hot caramel apple cider when I was feeling gross. She makes me coffee. She's taught me to do some basic computer repair. And I can't sum up how much I love her in one paragraph -- gad -- I'll make you throw up anyway.
My point is, if I'd known her at that point in our lives, and if I'd known she needed a transfusion, I would have happily been a direct donor for her. And I know she'd do the same for me.
Just a little something to make you think. It's a little uncomfortable (but childbirth is a lot worse). It takes a little while (but you pay to go to the dentist). And you're scared of needles (don't look! I don't!) But maybe there's someone you'd like to honor? Or anyone you know who's been affected by a transfusion?
Consider donating. You'll help at least three people with one donation, and it doesn't cost you a cent.
And ManicMommy has some pretty cool prize opportunities too. http://www.tinyurl.com/gotblood
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs
Wow! The movie Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs is such a great movie! We rented it for one dollar $$$! I love it so much, it's funny and it has a whole bunch of good family moments! Some of the kids (the little ones) will probably enjoy it too!
From the mouth of...Scooby
Last summer, Scooby put on his swimsuit to go outside to play with the chicklets.
"Hey look, it's a pocket to put my hand in!" he yelled gleefully. Then he shoved his hand in the fly of his trunks.
"Hey look, it's a pocket to put my hand in!" he yelled gleefully. Then he shoved his hand in the fly of his trunks.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Old Henry
When I was little, we lived in Broad Ripple, a neighborhood on the Indianapolis northside. We had a large garage by BR standards. It held 3 cars and as many bikes as you can imagine a family of seven would have.
When we went into the barn, we had to 'be careful of Old Henry'. This shell of a car had no tires, no wheels, no windows, no top. But we had to 'be careful' around it. We knew if we touched it, Dad would know.
When I was 10 years old, somehow Dad got wheels on the car. He got tires. It was a very big deal. We still had to 'be careful' around Old Henry, but this was even more exciting. He was going to come OUT of the garage!
Our neighbors came from down the alley with their Polaroid camera. Mr. Hazel brought some beer. And Dad rolled the car out of the green double barn doors. We were breathless with anticipation. It was too exciting to be believed. There was no glass in the windows, no top, no spare tire, no SEATS to be had. We stood in the back of Old Henry, and Dad sat in a lawn chair. Mom sat on a wooden stool Dad had made for us to use in the playroom.
But we were so excited we made up a song about bumping down the road in Old Henry without seats, windows, or rear view mirror.
Congratulations on winning the photo contest, Dad; bigger congrats on restoring such a beautiful old car. And thanks for raising us to appreciate such a treasure.
When we went into the barn, we had to 'be careful of Old Henry'. This shell of a car had no tires, no wheels, no windows, no top. But we had to 'be careful' around it. We knew if we touched it, Dad would know.
When I was 10 years old, somehow Dad got wheels on the car. He got tires. It was a very big deal. We still had to 'be careful' around Old Henry, but this was even more exciting. He was going to come OUT of the garage!
Our neighbors came from down the alley with their Polaroid camera. Mr. Hazel brought some beer. And Dad rolled the car out of the green double barn doors. We were breathless with anticipation. It was too exciting to be believed. There was no glass in the windows, no top, no spare tire, no SEATS to be had. We stood in the back of Old Henry, and Dad sat in a lawn chair. Mom sat on a wooden stool Dad had made for us to use in the playroom.
But we were so excited we made up a song about bumping down the road in Old Henry without seats, windows, or rear view mirror.
Congratulations on winning the photo contest, Dad; bigger congrats on restoring such a beautiful old car. And thanks for raising us to appreciate such a treasure.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
9 at night with Niece-ling
Oh, Niece-ling, what will we do with you?
N woke up around 9 tonight sobbing and coughing wretchedly. I got her out of bed and took her to go potty. She continued to cry pitifully as I carried her into mom's room. She moaned her mommas and daddas name so much, still sobbing. She complained about her lip, so I went and got her ice to suck on. She calmed down a tad bit. Mom (mine) asked her if she would like to read books. She willingly agreed and I ran to the Doctor Seuss section of our bookshelf and grabbed about 4-5 books to read.
Believe it or not, she stopped crying as soon as Suz began to read Pizza Pat. Wish us luck, we still have to put her back to bed! Night Night N!
N woke up around 9 tonight sobbing and coughing wretchedly. I got her out of bed and took her to go potty. She continued to cry pitifully as I carried her into mom's room. She moaned her mommas and daddas name so much, still sobbing. She complained about her lip, so I went and got her ice to suck on. She calmed down a tad bit. Mom (mine) asked her if she would like to read books. She willingly agreed and I ran to the Doctor Seuss section of our bookshelf and grabbed about 4-5 books to read.
Believe it or not, she stopped crying as soon as Suz began to read Pizza Pat. Wish us luck, we still have to put her back to bed! Night Night N!
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