Did that just happen?

Simeon is at his CFUG meeting tonight and I have the house to myself. What better time to girl it up, right? So I decided I was going to put on a mud mask. (I try to avoid doing masks when Sim is around because he loves to make me laugh when I have one on and it hurts to smile, you know, because of all the cracking) I grabbed the tube, shook it down, flipped the top and squeezed. Damn if there wasn’t a huge air-bubble and green-gray mud splattered all over my bathroom. In the sink. On the counter. Covering the mirror. I even found some all the way over on the toilet tank. I honestly just stood there looking around thinking, “Oh. My. God. Did that just happen?”

Then I scoured my entire bathroom. Thank God tomorrow is cleaning day.

My Second Blog-o-versary

It’s hard to imagine that it has been two years since I started keeping track of my daily life via this blog. It seems like so much, and at the same time so little, has happened over the past two years. But I can just scroll through the archives and see for sure. I truly enjoy the things my blog has brought into my life. I am able to click through my entries and know exactly what I was feeling on a particular day, remember all the things that were happening in my life, and witness how the world around me is changing.

I started writing in a diary/journal when in I was in 3rd grade. My teacher, Mr. Bear, had all of his students write every day in a journal. We would hand them in and he would write back either commenting on the entry or answering any questions we might have had. (You could say, he was my first loyal commenter!) I am sure it was some sort of writing exercise, but it taught me to reflect on my life and my thoughts. Needless to say, after 3rd grade I continued with my own personal journal and carried on all throughout high school. And I still have every single journal today. I love flipping through the dog-earred pages and reflecting on who I used to be.

But I have to admit, the Internet has evolved journaling in a way I never thought possible. Rather than having to flip through endless pages of hand-written entries, looking for one particular thing, I now have Google! With a couple clicks, and a well-formatted search string, I can find a specific post in a matter of second. And sure, I still have the option of a leisurely stroll down memory lane, should the need arise.

I remember when I discovered blogging. A little over two years ago, when Heather was pregnant with Lindsay, she and I were trying to look up some pregnancy related thing and stumbled across Dooce. Needless to say, I quickly become addicted and have since read all the archived entries. But it inspired Heather and I. We both begged our respective husbands to create our own blogs. For Heather, it allowed her to share her newborn daughter and the chaos and blessings that brought into her life with those of us separated from them by distance. For me, it was also a way to share things with family and friends afar. But it also brought an unexpected closeness with local friends. By allowing them access into our daily lives, rather than weekly or even monthly visits, we no longer have the awkward “So what have you been doing?” “Oh nothing” conversations. We now dig a little deeper: “So have you worked out the dilemma you were having the other day?” or “I cannot believe I missed that party. It sounded like so much fun!”

But I would be lying if I said it was all positives. The danger of exposing your thoughts and feelings is sometimes they can offend or hurt others. I have been stung on several occasions by comments made on my entries. Things said in humor can be misconstrued or taken out of context in the mind of another reader. This has forced me to often censor my writing. I don’t necessarily share my inner thoughts and personal reflections in fear that someone out there may disagree or even diminish my feelings.

For my husband, Simeon he sometimes forgets that I publish the daily happenings in our lives and people in his “virtual circle of friends” can access it as well. On more than one occasion he will be IMing with someone on the other side of the country and they will ask him if we finally finished the work on our fence or congratulate us on planning to start a family. Often caught off-guard, he quickly recovers by remembering that I must have blogged about it.

So thanks to all of you who read, those of you who comment, and those of you who keep my husband on his toes! I don’t think it would be as easy to keep coming back here if it were not for all of you. Here’s to another great (and hopefully exciting!) year.

Ben’s 3rd Birthday

My youngest nephew just turned three. THREE. Which means that my oldest niece, Maile, is a teenager. My brother pointed out that, between his five kids, he will have at least one teenager in his house for the next 20 years. How insane is that? Luckilly they are all super cute.

If you are Ben, being a three year old boy means your life is filled with two things: sports and balls. His main joy is pointing out whether something is a “baffetball,” a “foooball,” or a “bee ball.” Oh and occasionally there are even “sokka balls.” Man, is that kid easy to please.

Amy made a couple of lovely ball shaped ice cream cakes, which the kids just loved. Check out the details on each ball! Amazing.

I took Hayden with me to the party since the rest of his family were busy volunteering at their church. Let me tell you, it is futile to try and explain to a four year old that it is not the party itself which ages you, but your actually birthday. He insisted, “Ben is two. After his party, then he will be three.” I finally gave in and figured, according to his reasoning, that means I am closer to 16 than I am to 26. Grrrreat.

All in all, it was a great day. Spending time with my adorable nieces and nephews, listening to their stories, and watching the look of sheer happiness glaze across their faces that only cake and ice cream can bring.
All of the pictures I took during the party are over here. Enjoy!

Calm before the storm?

Things are quiet. Unnaturally so. To the point that I am almost concerned. At work, this is our busiest time of the year: tax time. Usually I am pulling my hair out, trying to speak through clenched teeth and wondering why I even get out of bed each morning. However, these last couple days have been really slow. So I am perpetually waiting for the proverbial other shoe to drop.

In the mean time, things are going to be quiet on the home front as well. I just shipped Simeon off to Minnesota for the weekend. I kept meaning to rent Fargo
before he left so he could adapt more easily to the accent, but we didn’t have a chance. That and I think the wood chopper part might have freaked him out just a little bit.

So this weekend it’s just me. All alone. “Alllllll by mysellllllf,” comes to mind. But alas I have a hot date with my Nick & Nora flannel pajamas, the special features on the new Harry Potter DVD and some strawberry cheesecake ice cream. Good times. Then tomorrow I am attending a benefit dinner with my Dad, sister and her family. So at least I have their chubby little faces to entertain me. And Sunday I am heading to the beach for the day. My youngest nephew is having his third birthday party. I am sure adorable pictures are forth coming. I know you can’t hardly wait. Until then, have a great weekend everyone!

Three Things

1) I woke up this morning to hear Simeon yelling, “Look out the window!” which can only mean one thing: SNOW! Yippeee!! Too bad there wasn’t enough to keep me from going to work today. Oh well, another time.

2) Lindsay is just about the cutest thing in the world. Heather mentioned a few things this morning, but I have to add a conversation she and I had during dinner last night:

Lindsay: Auntie Carrie can I have a nap please?
Me: Can you eat one more bite of your dinner first?
Lindsay: How about…one more blue M&M?

Needless to say, she only stayed up a little while longer before taking a “nap” in the guest bedroom.

3) Since Lost wasn’t new last night and it would be a crime to waste the great company and fabulous accommodations, we watched the TiVoed Natalie Portman SNL rap several times. Once we were all laughing so hard we couldn’t contain ourselves and “I never said I was a role model” had been quoted numerous times, I hit the “Live TV” button on my TiVo remote. What popped up was an unexpected blessing and a curse at the same time: America’s Next Top Model. The first episode in a new season. Megan, Kerry, and I tortured the boys, making them watch the silly poses, the snide judge commentary, the gay one-liners, and even the boob grabs (thought that part didn’t seem to bother them). And now, sadly I am hooked once again! Oh Tyra! How could you do this to me?! But to commemorate the occasion, I dedicate this to Megan and Kerry.
Shirt courtesy of CafePress!


Thanks for the laughs ladies! Shall we make this a regular thing?

Conversations overheard during the Oscars

“Woah! Big Asian boobs! Come quick!”
“Where? Huh? Wha…”
“Ha! Did you see how fast he got in here?”

“Wow. She is drunk.”
“How can you tell?”
“Did you just hear her say ‘I spy…’?”
“Oh. That.”

“Check out that carrot. I dare you to eat it.”
“Ok.”
“Quick take a picture.”
….
“Ewwww! Not like that! Off to the side like. More Bugs Bunny.”

“Do you guys watch The Bachelor?”
“No. I don’t like reality shows like that. Do you really think you are going to find true love on a TV show?”
“Ummm. What about the Flava Flav show? Come on now. Those girls are SO in love with him.”

*Sigh*
“Woah. Did all of us girls sigh at the same time?”
“I didn’t. I was too busy listening to him talk in that accent. Ahhhhh.”

“Shhhhh.”
“Are you shushing me? Are YOU shushing ME?!”
“Sorry, it’s just instict.”

“Wow.”
“Yeaaaaah.”
“It’s things like that that make me wish I had a blog.”
“And now you understand.”

Things actually said over dinner last night

“You can have our ham piles.”

“I’m already in the club. I don’t need to study.”

“We weren’t typing. We were trying to kill the spiders on our keyboards.”

“Did you get special Ass Wednesday powers?”

“I’ve had enough sausage.”
“Yeah. So have I. So. Have. I.”

“You know what I am giving up for Lent? Religion.”

“You have the right to arm bears.”

“Just because I am a teacher doesn’t mean I know the stuff.”

“You are the only guy I know who can make ‘Hi. How are you?’ perverted!”

“The ninja turtles handshake? Awesome!”

“Can you imagine if that’s how wars worked; with colored pencils and paper.”

“Is dat Harry Pott’r?”
“No.”
“Is dat Harry Pott’r?”
“No.”
“Is dat Harry Pott’r?”
“Yes. Yes, it is.”

The reason boys don’t gossip?

Because they suck at it. There have been, um, recent “events” in my circle of friends that has been quite gossip evoking. However, my knowledge of the events is all second-hand. The hands feeding me the gossip? Both boys. Which leaves me in quite a position. A position of little information. Recent conversations have gone something like this:

Boy, off-handedly: Did you hear about what happened on Saturday?
Me, with intrigue: No. What?
Boy: So it looks like several of the girls at Amy’s* party were interested in John**.
Me, in surprise: Really?!
Boy: Yep.

And then he gets up and walks away. Huh? You can’t just drop a bomb like that and then leave me hangin’! So I follow up with John to see why everyone was saying there was a “thing” going on.

John: Hey! So I went to a party on Saturday and finally met Amy. Now it all makes sense.
Me: Yeah? So how was the party?
John: Meh.
Me: Really?
John: Oh I got to hang out with Jason*** so that was fun.
Me: So with all the girls there you manage to hook up?
John: Nah.

And that was pretty much the end of that. Do I get any details? Nope. Any “he said, she said?” Nadda. These boys are KILLING ME. Thankfully, I am getting together with some of my trusty girlfriends tomorrow and I am sure details will be forth-coming.

*Name changed to protect the innocent.
**Name changed to protect the guilty.
***No name change necessary. He is a good guy.

I want one.

I love babies. All of ’em. I don’t care. They are so adorable. And cuddly. And soft. And when they reach out their arms for you to pick them up every bone in my body aches with all the love. Oh and what is with that wonderful smell that just radiates out of the top of their heads? Ahhhhhhh. Perfection. And don’t even get me started on when they smile at you. How can you not just love a face like this?

Yeah, the Harry Potter glasses don’t hurt things either. Enjoy the rest of the cuteness from my weekend with Ally and Daemien here!

Expiration dates: for real or just a hoax?

I was just sitting here at my desk thinking I could use a snack. I had a fairly light lunch and was going to need something to sustain me if I planned to go shopping with my friend after work. So, I reached into my handy food drawer to see what might sound good. Soup? Had that for lunch. Almonds? Not in the mood to chew that much. Oatmeal? Nah. Maybe another day. Easy Mac? Sure! I mean when doesn’t mac and cheese sound good?

So I grabbed a bowl, added water and tossed it into the microwave. A few minutes later I grabbed my noodles and stirred in the cheesy goodness. Then I took a bite. At first, things were pretty normal. But a couple bites in I started to notice the consistency was a little….off. Thinking I must have over (or under) microwaved it, I continued eating. Pasta can be a fickle friend, right? Then as I scooped up the last bite, a thought occurred to me: When was the last time I actually bought Easy Mac? So I grabbed another packed out of the drawer to search for the expiration date. Scanning the packaging I suddenly came across the date….

November 19, 2004

November 19th, TWO THOUSAND AND FOUR!!! This thing I just barely finished picking out of my molars was over 15 months PAST its expiration date! Ewwww.

So now I am left sitting here pondering two things: 1) What happens when you eat something that far beyond its expiration date? and 2) when was the last time I cleaned out my desk food drawer?