here's my gripe…


>it’s done

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so, it’s done. i finished harry potter and the goblet of fire around 1:30 am last night/early this morning. *sigh* great book. can’t wait to read #5, whatever it’s called. so, so very sad, isn’t it? lmao i don’t care. i love to read and i rarely get to anymore. i’ll take whatever i can get these days.

and i can keep them for the boys for when they get older. yeah, that’s it. i got the books for them. no, really.

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it’s done

so, it’s done. i finished harry potter and the goblet of fire around 1:30 am last night/early this morning. *sigh* great book. can’t wait to read #5, whatever it’s called. so, so very sad, isn’t it? lmao i don’t care. i love to read and i rarely get to anymore. i’ll take whatever i can get these days.

and i can keep them for the boys for when they get older. yeah, that’s it. i got the books for them. no, really.

honest. Image


it’s done

so, it’s done. i finished harry potter and the goblet of fire around 1:30 am last night/early this morning. *sigh* great book. can’t wait to read #5, whatever it’s called. so, so very sad, isn’t it? lmao i don’t care. i love to read and i rarely get to anymore. i’ll take whatever i can get these days.

and i can keep them for the boys for when they get older. yeah, that’s it. i got the books for them. no, really.

honest. Image


it’s done

so, it’s done. i finished harry potter and the goblet of fire around 1:30 am last night/early this morning. *sigh* great book. can’t wait to read #5, whatever it’s called. so, so very sad, isn’t it? lmao i don’t care. i love to read and i rarely get to anymore. i’ll take whatever i can get these days.

and i can keep them for the boys for when they get older. yeah, that’s it. i got the books for them. no, really.

honest. Image


>a venting we will go

>

aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! another holiday finally over. thank god! i really do need to stop celebrating those things. they’re enough to make me stark raving mad, i tell ya! if ever there is a time for my kids to decide to be their most cantankerous and uncooperative, it is at any holiday or special occasion. they’re all good at acting like they don’t know what’s going on, but they just lie in wait for something to be “special” so they can poop all over it. we always end up coming home early on those occasions. unless my parents mercifully decide to come over to our house. which was not the case today, of course. they almost never mercifully decide to come over on a holiday.

and you know, i’m sorry that my house may not be as comfy as yours, dad. i don’t have as nice of furniture as you do. i have stairs leading up to the house and stairs leading out to the backyard. i have only one bathroom. i have kids who make a lot of noise and a big mess. and i don’t keep cans of caffeine free pepsi here. i admit to all of that. but would it kill ya, dad, to come over here anyway, so that we can all avoid the meltdowns that almost inevitably come up? would it? really? you can manage it on a friday, what’s one more day out of the week? or two? i mean, the kids need to be spending more time outside now, so they can burn all that crap off, you know? and you can look at me with puppy dog eyes and ask me why they can’t run around your yard, but we both know that you don’t like it when they run around your yard. you never let them run freely any other time, why would now be any different? hmmmm?

sorry. needed to vent that.



a venting we will go

aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! another holiday finally over. thank god! i really do need to stop celebrating those things. they’re enough to make me stark raving mad, i tell ya! if ever there is a time for my kids to decide to be their most cantankerous and uncooperative, it is at any holiday or special occasion. they’re all good at acting like they don’t know what’s going on, but they just lie in wait for something to be “special” so they can poop all over it. we always end up coming home early on those occasions. unless my parents mercifully decide to come over to our house. which was not the case today, of course. they almost never mercifully decide to come over on a holiday.

and you know, i’m sorry that my house may not be as comfy as yours, dad. i don’t have as nice of furniture as you do. i have stairs leading up to the house and stairs leading out to the backyard. i have only one bathroom. i have kids who make a lot of noise and a big mess. and i don’t keep cans of caffeine free pepsi here. i admit to all of that. but would it kill ya, dad, to come over here anyway, so that we can all avoid the meltdowns that almost inevitably come up? would it? really? you can manage it on a friday, what’s one more day out of the week? or two? i mean, the kids need to be spending more time outside now, so they can burn all that crap off, you know? and you can look at me with puppy dog eyes and ask me why they can’t run around your yard, but we both know that you don’t like it when they run around your yard. you never let them run freely any other time, why would now be any different? hmmmm?

sorry. needed to vent that.



>i finally got it!

>

this is really sad. i am terribly excited tonight because i’ve finally got the book that i’ve been wanting for weeks and weeks. any guesses which book? can’t remember if i’ve talked about it in any of my posts here or not. well, i’ll tell you i guess.

tonight while we were out at walmart, i finally got book number 4 of….harry potter. is that sad, or what? i can’t believe i’m that excited to read a kids book. i have to admit, though, that j.k. rowling is an excellent writer. i’m not even going to try to pretend anymore that i’m only reading them to make sure they are suitable for my kids to read when they’re a little older. who believes me anyway? lmao!! i used to scoff at all those people taking their kids to bookstores at midnight to wait for the delivery of the latest harry potter book. i thought they were out of their minds. now, i understand it. i wouldn’t do it myself, but i understand it.

i’m almost afraid to start reading the book, though. i know once i do i won’t be able to put it down and then i’ll have finished it. i’m sure this book won’t last the holiday weekend. i know myself too well. i don’t get to read very often, so when i do find something that catches my interest and i’m given a little time to read, i read voraciously until i’m done. i can see myself being torn between reading and being on here. i may not post anything the rest of the weekend because of this book. so, so sad.

well, i guess i’ll check a few more things out here online and then i’ll decide whether i crack this book open or not. i’m so excited! and so pathetic!

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i finally got it!

this is really sad. i am terribly excited tonight because i’ve finally got the book that i’ve been wanting for weeks and weeks. any guesses which book? can’t remember if i’ve talked about it in any of my posts here or not. well, i’ll tell you i guess.

tonight while we were out at walmart, i finally got book number 4 of….harry potter. is that sad, or what? i can’t believe i’m that excited to read a kids book. i have to admit, though, that j.k. rowling is an excellent writer. i’m not even going to try to pretend anymore that i’m only reading them to make sure they are suitable for my kids to read when they’re a little older. who believes me anyway? lmao!! i used to scoff at all those people taking their kids to bookstores at midnight to wait for the delivery of the latest harry potter book. i thought they were out of their minds. now, i understand it. i wouldn’t do it myself, but i understand it.

i’m almost afraid to start reading the book, though. i know once i do i won’t be able to put it down and then i’ll have finished it. i’m sure this book won’t last the holiday weekend. i know myself too well. i don’t get to read very often, so when i do find something that catches my interest and i’m given a little time to read, i read voraciously until i’m done. i can see myself being torn between reading and being on here. i may not post anything the rest of the weekend because of this book. so, so sad.

well, i guess i’ll check a few more things out here online and then i’ll decide whether i crack this book open or not. i’m so excited! and so pathetic!

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>kids are funny

>

well, i’m sitting here in the dark (cause it’s getting darker and darker outside. not looking good for date night tonight.) waiting for stuff to load so i can scan my computer for viruses and other nasties and i got an idea to blog about.

kids. besides being ever so infuriating, they can be gosh-darn funny! for example: my oldest comes into the bathroom and the first thing he says is, “mommy i want a band-aid.” now, he doesn’t need a bandaid, he just wants one. what is the fascination with bandaids? why do all kids want them? i remember wanting them when i was little, but like all little kids, i pulled them off 5 seconds after i got them put on. it’s no different with my kids. i put some on my oldest, he went out to show his little brother, who came in for his bandaids. i just got done putting them on my youngest when my oldest shows up again sans bandaids. then youngest wanted his off. funny.

then they wanted some toilet paper. in an effort to keep them from taking the entire roll and draping it all over the rest of the house, i gave them each a couple of sheets. they both proceed to pretend to blow their nose and sneeze into them. and not only do they do that (and laugh themselves silly in the process) but they are checking themselves out in the bathroom mirror while they do it. and each sneeze gets more theatrical than the last. it is absolutely hysterical! if both of them don’t become comedic actors when they grow up, i will be thoroughly shocked.

the other thing i find funny, although at the time that it is happening it’s rather annoying, is when my oldest is in the middle of a stern talking to because he’s done something he isn’t supposed to. let’s just say for example that he’s emptied an entire bottle of baby powder all over his room, himself, and his little brother. now, as i am telling him that he was naughty for doing this, that he shouldn’t touch the baby powder, etc., etc., he starts fake coughing. there might be real coughing involved in this scenario, but you can usually tell the fake from the real. but in either event, lets change the baby powder to dish soap. so, there’s dish soap everywhere, he knows he’s in trouble. and he starts coughing. “i’m coughing, mommy. i’m sick, mommy.” already his little mind is trying to devise a way that he won’t get in trouble! can you believe it? he’s just started this little manipulative move. before that he was using his holding-back-the-tears voice. it’s sort of whiny and almost a sobbing kind of voice. i can’t quite describe it correctly, but i’m sure you’ve heard it at some point if you have kids. it’s always funny to me after the fact. my kid is trying to scam me! funny! at the time, not so much, but definitely after the fact, yes.

i think what makes me think it’s so funny is that he thinks it will actually work. and that he’s come up with this brilliant plan all on his own. just the first of many years to come when my kids will think i’m too dumb to know what’s really going on. *sigh* gotta love ’em.


kids are funny

well, i’m sitting here in the dark (cause it’s getting darker and darker outside. not looking good for date night tonight.) waiting for stuff to load so i can scan my computer for viruses and other nasties and i got an idea to blog about.

kids. besides being ever so infuriating, they can be gosh-darn funny! for example: my oldest comes into the bathroom and the first thing he says is, “mommy i want a band-aid.” now, he doesn’t need a bandaid, he just wants one. what is the fascination with bandaids? why do all kids want them? i remember wanting them when i was little, but like all little kids, i pulled them off 5 seconds after i got them put on. it’s no different with my kids. i put some on my oldest, he went out to show his little brother, who came in for his bandaids. i just got done putting them on my youngest when my oldest shows up again sans bandaids. then youngest wanted his off. funny.

then they wanted some toilet paper. in an effort to keep them from taking the entire roll and draping it all over the rest of the house, i gave them each a couple of sheets. they both proceed to pretend to blow their nose and sneeze into them. and not only do they do that (and laugh themselves silly in the process) but they are checking themselves out in the bathroom mirror while they do it. and each sneeze gets more theatrical than the last. it is absolutely hysterical! if both of them don’t become comedic actors when they grow up, i will be thoroughly shocked.

the other thing i find funny, although at the time that it is happening it’s rather annoying, is when my oldest is in the middle of a stern talking to because he’s done something he isn’t supposed to. let’s just say for example that he’s emptied an entire bottle of baby powder all over his room, himself, and his little brother. now, as i am telling him that he was naughty for doing this, that he shouldn’t touch the baby powder, etc., etc., he starts fake coughing. there might be real coughing involved in this scenario, but you can usually tell the fake from the real. but in either event, lets change the baby powder to dish soap. so, there’s dish soap everywhere, he knows he’s in trouble. and he starts coughing. “i’m coughing, mommy. i’m sick, mommy.” already his little mind is trying to devise a way that he won’t get in trouble! can you believe it? he’s just started this little manipulative move. before that he was using his holding-back-the-tears voice. it’s sort of whiny and almost a sobbing kind of voice. i can’t quite describe it correctly, but i’m sure you’ve heard it at some point if you have kids. it’s always funny to me after the fact. my kid is trying to scam me! funny! at the time, not so much, but definitely after the fact, yes.

i think what makes me think it’s so funny is that he thinks it will actually work. and that he’s come up with this brilliant plan all on his own. just the first of many years to come when my kids will think i’m too dumb to know what’s really going on. *sigh* gotta love ’em.