Who Am I Joking?

What indication did I need that this was a bad day, right in the middle of a bad week, and a wretched month? I really already knew that this time has been doomed, but then like I needed a flashing neon light attached to my head with an arrow that pointed to me and says SHE IS HAVING A SHITTY DAY! Is that necessary? Does everyone around me need to know the extent of the aforementioned shittiness? <-- Here the blog would like to edit my 'shittiness' for non-grammatical compliance and replace it with shiftiness or chattiness. I am shifty yes. Chatty no.

Talked myself into a virtual circle trying to explain to the IT folks some techie problems I've been having. Heh. Winner. Then advanced to driving in a literal circle trying to leave work, but exiting the parking lot the wrong way, thus needing to go completely around the block, turn back into work, and then re-exit the correct direction. Now I am late. For an uber important meeting. And NO frickin way I'm going to tell them WHY I'm late now. And now there are witnesses... who watched me drive out the first time, then re-emerge and drive out a second time.

Can I just ask here, and I say this with ALL RESPECT to God who knit me together in my mother's womb... what purpose does it serve to have a female ovulate twice a month? You get where I'm going with this. So I'm stressed. It's not like I need PROOF like an X marks the spot. HEY YOU!!! YOU STRESSED? LET ME MARK YOUR TERRITORY SO YOU REMEMBER YOU'RE STRESSED.... days later.... STILL STRESSED? LET ME MARK I AGAIN SEE IF WE CAN'T GET IT RIGHT THIS TIME.

Jokingly told a coworker TODAY that the only way this day was going to end well was with a bullet and could he provide it? Good naturedly he said no, and that if he did, it would need to be two 'cause he isn't sticking this out without me. Ha. We laughed. I tried to keep the funnies going and told him he'll know when it's time when he comes to my desk and I lay a bullet down, and then he'll pull out one to match. (I realize this is NOT terribly funny to most folks- and for that I am sorry. But I am officially crazy and you should get a sense of humor.) THEN coworker #2 walks in to talk about something work related, which we all discussed, and then as if in slow motion she pulls out a bee bee from her pocket and sets it down on my desk RIGHT WHERE I'd pretended to put the bullet. Coworker #1 says: OH MY GOD. And I say: IT'S TOTALLY A SIGN! and coworker #1 again: YOU'RE TOTALLY SCREWED!!!

Thises and Thats

My little environmentalists!!! Look at all that trash they gathered in last week's river/road clean up!

Bitty on a pony!!! She didn't want to get off. She kept telling the cowboy man, "No. I need the pony." Also little side note here that I drove on Nat's 2nd grade class field trip to the fair, which is something I will NEVER.AGAIN.DO. Death by insanity.

Came home last week to a very large box on my front stoop after a particularly CRAPPY CRAPPY day and found this! A cookie-bouquet! I cried. Tears and sobbing and all that. Then I inhaled the cookies and found I really am in love with sugar after all. (Bouquet courtesy of my dear friend and realtor who knew it was one year since we closed escrow on our first house.) Love my friends.

Two of my favorite people had back to back birthdays! One got a picture from us (and a snazzy little song if I do say so myself...). And one sent me a picture of her and the babe in the mommy and me aprons:

In other news... Nat is sick with some nasty cough but the sweetest most cuddly, loving little sickie.

Lu is becoming quite the young lady:

And Bitty just found out she LOVES the slide! Especially the one that is just her size and doesn't intimidate her!

That's all I can muster up right now. Onward!

This Is What Happens...

... when Bitty is as cute as can be and so I decide to snap a picture:

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Then I tell her to open her eyes and this i what we get:

Then I tell her to open her mouth

(thinking that this is the easiest way to get her to smile...)

But instead this is what we get:

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Gosh she's cute.

Note to self: my influential picture taking techniques need a little pick-me-up, no?

Too Much Tuesday

You'd think that after all this fun... there would be a really cute ending picture like I usually include...but not this time friends. First check out the hair. Know that her hair started off a little damp. Dear ol grandma gave her a bath right before I picked her up... so the dirt really stuck.Here starts the clean up which is a little sad, to see all that fun go down the drain... but then it's just TOO.MUCH. TO. HANDLE. What's a little girl to do???

First Day of School 2009**NOW COMPLETE!!

I take pics of the girls EVERY YEAR on the first day of school. It's a right of passage. I tell them (only partially jokingly) that if they want to remain part of the family, they take a first day of school picture... rain or shine, happy or tears, you get the idea. Enjoy here my collection thus far. (JUST FOUND PICS FROM LU'S FIRST TWO DAYS OF KINDERGARTENSO I ADDED THEM!) See if you notice any trends? I'll summarize at the end of the post. =)

Soooooo... Isn't this lovely? One of my children is CLEARLY "inhabited" or possessed on alternating first days of school. As if that is not enough, I want you all to know that I just signed my life away this evening as I signed consent for the other one to participate (I don't like that word- not in this context) in sex ed this year at school. I need me a cave.

Oh What a Busy Day!

1 - days I had been back to work when Bitty peed on me before I even left the house
617 - unopened emails waiting at work after a little hiatus
2- local fires
9.5 - hours it took to get my computer working today
15- plants separated and re-potted today
12 - brownies burnt (BUT.... had already eaten about a 1/4 of the original batch mix, so not a complete loss!)
3- days until the girls are back in school
6- kids at my house today

Letter

Dear Eldest child o'mine,

It is true, that I have no idea what question you are about to ask. But, let me count the ways in which, collectively forbid me from taking you seriously at this very moment in time, and no matter what you ask, my only answer will be laughter:

1/ YOU HAVE NO PANTS ON (yes you read this correctly...she stands before me in t-shirt and chonies- automatic points off (pants off? hahaha) because really what can't be asked before putting pants on?)

2/YOU HAVE ON BLUE SPARKLY EYESHADOW which extends a great deal past the actual eyebrow itself. This in addition to the lack of pants.

3/ YOU HAVE ON A BIKE HELMET YET NO BIKE TO BE SEEN

hmmmmm... laughter ensues 8)

Then I stop.... Who raised these kids?

Updates, Disclaimers, and Pictures Galore!!!

If I needed any indication that I needed to get away, sever ties with civilization, and not cook or clean, apparently it needed to come in the form of A/my cell phone dying, B/my computer dying then coming back to life, then dying, then after 5+ hours yesterday getting it barely back up again, C/my i-pod dying, D/ my vacuum dying. Wow. Ok OK I get it!!! Please don't break anything else! I understand. So... if you've been calling me- I can't answer. If you've been emailing me, I most likely haven't been able to get to it til now. I promise if I need help, I'll reach out. But for now I plan on riding this hermit-life out, til it's run its course, that's just what needs to happen.

Her eyes are closed apparently because she didn't want to get dirt in them. Funny, cause she had no problem getting it in her hair, nose, and diaper. 8)

Want to know where all this fabulous dirt play was taking place? Right there next to daddy's big truck. And who says safety is always first?

Silly silly girls.... and then below would be "See no evil, armpit no evil, speak no evil, and hear no evil." Don't ask. Just go with it.

And finally! A toast to the 8 yer old who waited more than a month for her b-day party with friends. We celebrated with fruit smoothies in wine glasses, sandwiches, and pedicures!

And now, one final word: If you are easily offended, please don't read on and don't comment.

Hubby and I saw this sign recently as we drove by and I wanted a picture. I saw this and I thought: Heck ya! Tell Him to get a little giddy up in His step and get here with a quickness. I, personally speaking, can't wait to meet Him in the flesh! I already know Him as my savior. He IS my light. Some days it just seems like I'm hanging on for dear life for Him to arrive though. Then there is this picture: Go ahead. Take it all in. Are you offended?

Does it really matter WHERE someone finds Jesus- or WHY or HOW for that matter? I imagine but DO NOT ASSUME that this T-shirt was made to mock us Christ followers. Here's the thing- do we really care what they think? Probably not. But what really irks me is when fellow Christians mock, or somehow belittle someone else's personal relationship with Christ. That's what I find most hurtful. No wonder the rest of society thinks we are a bunch of nuts. We give our lives lovingly to Christ, we serve based on His word, we do encounter obstacles, we are not perfect, BUT how DARE another person who purports to have the same love and values tell us (me) when we're not doing it right. I'm telling you I gave every ounce of my being to Him on a certain day many years ago. It was me and God, baby: in my heart, drumming up the most beautiful forgiveness and life of hope and purpose. If I'm telling you I've found Him, QUIT telling me I need to find Him. Quit preaching to me that my lowly life does not equate to anything until Christ is found. I hear you! I promise! I agree! But if you'd close your mouth for one second and actually LISTEN you'd hear that I'm already there. What's the next step? Or perhaps you keep saying this over and over and over because you know it's what YOU need to do. It's what YOU need to hear. Maybe He's speaking through you TO YOU.