Want to hear something exciting... (okay so it probably will rate in the negatives on your own personal excit-o-meter)... my Math-U-See order came today. I placed my order on Tuesday morning, and this afternoon I had a knock at the door from the lovely brown truck!
Woohoo....
I love ordering season... it's like my birthday all over again!
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Nice...
The boys and I were out and about this morning running a few errands (Daddio's birthday is Monday and we needed to get the loot)... and I hear this from Snookie...
"Mommy, I know how to talk with my lips closed!" "Mmmmmammmmoooommm mmoomommmmmaammmmm."
The kid has talent!
"Mommy, I know how to talk with my lips closed!" "Mmmmmammmmoooommm mmoomommmmmaammmmm."
The kid has talent!
It finally happened
I mentioned before that MommaLlama get addicted to stupid movies. She recently rented a movie called "Strange Wilderness". It's one of those dumb teenage movies that's supposed to be so shocking and absurd that it makes you laugh. Sadly, it was just plain stupid. Terrible story line, terrible acting. I'm serious, this wasn't just one of those "I'm offended and I refuse to laugh" kind of movies. We have a pretty high tolerance for those. We've seen Super Bad, Napolean Dynamite, Meet The Spartans, even Borat. We would never let our kids watch them, and certainly would never pay to go to the theater to see them, but I admit that we are always curious enough to put them on our Netflix list. But, this one was truly just so BAD that we couldn't imagine why anyone would be amused.
So, it finally happened. She shut it off halfway through and did not finish it. I had already taken a short nap and then got on the computer to do something else. I assumed she would see it through to the bitter end. But amazingly, she turned it off.
So, it finally happened. She shut it off halfway through and did not finish it. I had already taken a short nap and then got on the computer to do something else. I assumed she would see it through to the bitter end. But amazingly, she turned it off.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
A morning funny...
Daddio sent this to me in an email this morning, and I thought you guys might enjoy it as well... and if you think about it for a few seconds you can almost see B16 doing it!
ENJOY:
The Pope and Hillary Clinton were on the same stage in front of a huge crowd. However, both of them have been in front of crowds before, so, to make this time more interesting, Hillary said to the Pope, 'Did you know that with just one little wave of my hand I can make every Democrat in the crowd go wild?'
He said, ' O.K., show me.'
She waved. Sure enough, every Democrat in the crowd cheered wildly. The cheering then subsided as quickly as it started. The Pope, not to be outdone by such arrogance, thought about what he could do to answer her stunt.
'That was impressive,' the Pope said, 'but did you know that with just one little wave of my hand I can make every person in this crowd go crazy with joy? What's more, this joy will not be a momentary display like that of your people, but will go deep into the hearts of this crowd. They will forever speak of this day, and they will rejoice.'
The senator doubted this, of course, and said with a smirk, 'One little wave of your hand and all people will rejoice forever? Show me.'
So the Pope slapped her.
ENJOY:
The Pope and Hillary Clinton were on the same stage in front of a huge crowd. However, both of them have been in front of crowds before, so, to make this time more interesting, Hillary said to the Pope, 'Did you know that with just one little wave of my hand I can make every Democrat in the crowd go wild?'
He said, ' O.K., show me.'
She waved. Sure enough, every Democrat in the crowd cheered wildly. The cheering then subsided as quickly as it started. The Pope, not to be outdone by such arrogance, thought about what he could do to answer her stunt.
'That was impressive,' the Pope said, 'but did you know that with just one little wave of my hand I can make every person in this crowd go crazy with joy? What's more, this joy will not be a momentary display like that of your people, but will go deep into the hearts of this crowd. They will forever speak of this day, and they will rejoice.'
The senator doubted this, of course, and said with a smirk, 'One little wave of your hand and all people will rejoice forever? Show me.'
So the Pope slapped her.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Working Dinner
Last night on the way to rehearsal, Daddio and I stopped for dinner... a working dinner. Why working? Well, I needed to make my homeschooling curriculum order proposal to him... I had 7 variations to what I wanted to order and wanted to run it by Daddio for his take on the situation. I think he was kind of laughing at me just a little... I had everything organized in spreadsheet format (including individual prices, and total cost - without tax/shipping though), checklists of what will be covered in the new math program we are switching too, and even the information on the Latin program I was considering. I had everything printed out so that he could look at the information as I made my pitch. To tell you how anal I am about my ordering and organization, I've been working on it since January. I've spent all this time going to all my curriculum providers (and the ones I don't use) to see who is starting what and when, what the different homeschool forums are saying about different books, are there any new editions, and can I find them cheaper anywhere. I take my role as homeschool mom very seriously!
We ended up going with Option F (I had A-G), and this morning I placed my orders! Woohoo!!!!!
Now I patiently wait (ha ha ha ha ha ha, patiently, ha ha ha ha). In the meantime I'm creating my own lesson planner/calendar. The last three years I've purchased them from different teacher stores, and every year I find one just a little better than the year before... but never just right... so now I'm just going to make it myself... and wait!
We ended up going with Option F (I had A-G), and this morning I placed my orders! Woohoo!!!!!
Now I patiently wait (ha ha ha ha ha ha, patiently, ha ha ha ha). In the meantime I'm creating my own lesson planner/calendar. The last three years I've purchased them from different teacher stores, and every year I find one just a little better than the year before... but never just right... so now I'm just going to make it myself... and wait!
Monday, July 28, 2008
Sorry, Al Gore
Sorry, Mr. Gore. We're keeping our SUV.
$120 for a tank of gas is a pain, but we can cut back on driving. I will not put my children into one of the fashionable clown cars that the liberals want us all saving the environment in. My Mazda3 is about as small as I am willing to go. It was affordable and gets good mileage and has many airbags. But I know enough physics to understand that, depending on who hits me, I could lose, no matter how safe my car is. I accept that risk. Did you know that federal crash tests are mostly performed with collisions between cars of like size and weight? A 5-star safety rated subcompact is still going to get creamed by a 3-ton truck. There's just no way around it. Airbags are nice, but size matters.
Meanwhile, I feel better knowing my wife and kids are running around in something heavier. If some punk in a Civic rear-ends her, it'll be his loss. Is it wrong to care more for one's own family than for random strangers who might have to eat your trailer hitch if they tailgate? I don't think so.
$120 for a tank of gas is a pain, but we can cut back on driving. I will not put my children into one of the fashionable clown cars that the liberals want us all saving the environment in. My Mazda3 is about as small as I am willing to go. It was affordable and gets good mileage and has many airbags. But I know enough physics to understand that, depending on who hits me, I could lose, no matter how safe my car is. I accept that risk. Did you know that federal crash tests are mostly performed with collisions between cars of like size and weight? A 5-star safety rated subcompact is still going to get creamed by a 3-ton truck. There's just no way around it. Airbags are nice, but size matters.
Meanwhile, I feel better knowing my wife and kids are running around in something heavier. If some punk in a Civic rear-ends her, it'll be his loss. Is it wrong to care more for one's own family than for random strangers who might have to eat your trailer hitch if they tailgate? I don't think so.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Potpouri
Have I mentioned that this weather SUCKS? Perhaps you fellow Texans have noticed as well. You just can't do anything outside but swim. (Angie and Jon, you can expect us to invite ourselves over sometime this week.) And there's still all of August to go.
I guess as a parent, I shouldn't use the word "sucks". I promise I don't use it around the kids. I had a funny conversation with MommaLlama a few months ago, where we agreed that the word "sucks" is really terrible and disgusting when you think about it (stop thinking about it, pervs). But we agreed that it was darn near impossible to come up with a good substitute. I mean, what else are you going to say when something just... sucks?
We also heard a comic on TV recently that said, "I know I'm not supposed to say 'gay' any more, but how else am I supposed to describe a fanny pack?"
Oh, here's a funny story from the weekend. We were at a retreat for adoptive parents Saturday afternoon through Sunday morning (I'm sure MommaLlama will write more about that later) and the first evening was dedicated to strengthening your marriage. We were shown a powerpoint presentation on the meaning of commitment, and told to write sappy love letters and invited to read them aloud to the whole group. So, of course, we did NOT get up in front of the group, despite the facilitator's not-so-subtle prompting! I don't know if we just feel that we really do work on our marriage a lot and didn't need the practice right them. We were really there to learn about adoption issues. Of course we tried to learn something from it and appreciate the experience. But, we ended up sitting at the giggly table. Three other couples along with us could not stop laughing for about 45 minutes while all these other folks got up and shared their lovey-doveyness with the whole room. We felt terrible, but we just couldn't stop. One guy wrote a poem. Two or three sang to their wives. One lady who had arrived in a wheel chair decided to stand up to read her recommitment letter, and we bad kids in the back of the class were just cracking up because it was, for some reason, so funny that she could walk all of a sudden. I mean, she probably could stand for short periods and she just wanted to be closer to him. But we were all, "Oh look, a miracle, their love has cured her!" What is wrong with us? I don't know, but the more we looked around the table and saw other people trying to contain their laughter, the harder it became to not laugh. One lady said we were all going to hell, but she was practically in tears herself. I guess you had to be there. We had a great time. I'd say we actually did bond with each other, even if it wasn't the "right" way.
I guess as a parent, I shouldn't use the word "sucks". I promise I don't use it around the kids. I had a funny conversation with MommaLlama a few months ago, where we agreed that the word "sucks" is really terrible and disgusting when you think about it (stop thinking about it, pervs). But we agreed that it was darn near impossible to come up with a good substitute. I mean, what else are you going to say when something just... sucks?
We also heard a comic on TV recently that said, "I know I'm not supposed to say 'gay' any more, but how else am I supposed to describe a fanny pack?"
Oh, here's a funny story from the weekend. We were at a retreat for adoptive parents Saturday afternoon through Sunday morning (I'm sure MommaLlama will write more about that later) and the first evening was dedicated to strengthening your marriage. We were shown a powerpoint presentation on the meaning of commitment, and told to write sappy love letters and invited to read them aloud to the whole group. So, of course, we did NOT get up in front of the group, despite the facilitator's not-so-subtle prompting! I don't know if we just feel that we really do work on our marriage a lot and didn't need the practice right them. We were really there to learn about adoption issues. Of course we tried to learn something from it and appreciate the experience. But, we ended up sitting at the giggly table. Three other couples along with us could not stop laughing for about 45 minutes while all these other folks got up and shared their lovey-doveyness with the whole room. We felt terrible, but we just couldn't stop. One guy wrote a poem. Two or three sang to their wives. One lady who had arrived in a wheel chair decided to stand up to read her recommitment letter, and we bad kids in the back of the class were just cracking up because it was, for some reason, so funny that she could walk all of a sudden. I mean, she probably could stand for short periods and she just wanted to be closer to him. But we were all, "Oh look, a miracle, their love has cured her!" What is wrong with us? I don't know, but the more we looked around the table and saw other people trying to contain their laughter, the harder it became to not laugh. One lady said we were all going to hell, but she was practically in tears herself. I guess you had to be there. We had a great time. I'd say we actually did bond with each other, even if it wasn't the "right" way.
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