Tuesday, January 20, 2015

I'm moving to the country.

Do you ever have the urge to just shut everything down and move to the country?  I've been having that feeling a lot lately.  I think it has to do with having overcommitted myself in just about every way.  I'm supposed to be building a new law firm, training for a half marathon, serving as a board committee member for a local charity, running Junior Woman's Club, writing special blog posts for the state bar, organizing my book club, cooking dinner, and being an overall good mother and wife.  I have to admit that it all adds up to a bit too much sometimes.  But I guess the best I can do is just keep swimming.  Glad you all are out there to listen to me vent.

I feel like a terrible person mostly because I'm letting my running slide.  At first, I was all about not running for a very long time after the marathon, but now, I just feel like I'm a lazy, fat slob who has no motivation to do anything healthy.  Today, I'm drinking water and I ate a Kind Bar for lunch.  Maybe it's time to get back to MyFitnessPal, but doesn't that just add one more thing to my daily to-do list?  And let's not forget all those little things that aren't getting done like responding to Trivia Crack and Words With Friends, and Facebook posts, and blog entries, and bathing the dogs, and raking leaves, and the list goes on and on and on and on...


Do you guys ever feel this way?  Am I the only one who thinks cooking at home only adds to my unending list of things to do?

I want to cut back on my commitments, but how?  What do I cut?  Exercise and blogging are the first things to go, but to be honest, those are probably the only things that keep me healthy and sane, other than my sweet husband.

Or maybe perhaps I'm feeling this way because I'm just coming off of a four-day weekend during which I was constantly surrounded  by my precious children who I consider little nuggets of gold in small doses, but in large, extended doses, they seem to suck the energy right out of me.

Well, so much for that.  Back to client meetings and phone calls...

Friday, January 9, 2015

Christmas Cat Testicles

So remember how George wanted to know what cat testicles look like?  Well, our dear friend Lauren actually sent over a pair of cat testicles in formaldehyde.  Disgusting? Yes.  I still can't believe it, but it still cracks me up!  She insisted that George have them for his birthday.  So, after George celebrated turning SIX at Chuck E. Cheese (the restaurant I despise the most in this world), Lauren's husband grudgingly made a special delivery to our house.

And here they are--Cat Testicles.

I jokingly set them in front of Hobbes and sang, "Reunited and it feels so good..."
The only person even slightly amused by this was Chuck.

You think my house and my life is strange?  Yes, yes it is.  You are correct.  We are definitely the weird neighbors.  And George's teacher made sure that the cat testicles were not an appropriate show-and-tell subject.  I totally agree.

But then, when I picked up the kids from school yesterday, Luke announced, "I told my class that George got testicles for Christmas."

My eyes widened with shock before I closed them in defeat and before I could even respond, Evie asked, "Testicles or cat testicles?"  And all I could imagine is that Luke's class is wondering why George was born without testicles.

I would have spit out my drink if I had been drinking anything.  Instead I let out a nervous, embarrassed, defeated laugh.  When I could breath again, I told them all, "You really shouldn't talk about  testicles at school.  Even cat testicles. Got it?"  Oh good lord in heaven.  They are my children.

But even with cat testicles in our possession, we had a lovely Christmas.  Just look at these adorable kids!

It was Evie's year to put the star on the tree.

George and Chuck are always trying to make me swoon.

Seriously? Christmas kitty?

Two of my favorites!  All dressed up for church on Christmas Eve.

Posing before they destroyed their outfits (although I notice that G's shirt wasn't tucked in at this point).

He insisted on posing on his own.  I'm not kidding.  He insisted, and he chose this pose.

Luke also insisted and chose this pose.

Evie did not insist or want to take a picture, but after I took pictures of the boys I figured I ought to get one of her too.

And then there was Christmas Morning.  
How very blessed we are!

Especially after the hell that is known as the Barbie Dream House.
Santa was not pleased with its mocking instructions.

And I just have to throw this one in there for good measure, since they love each other so much.
Calvin and Hobbes -- spooning.

Thursday, January 8, 2015

G - It's a good letter.

My Cowboys are in their second playoff game this Sunday up in Greenbay, Wisconsin, against the Packers.  A while back, George picked the Greenbay Packers as his favorite football team.  He likes that they have a great big G on their helmets.  When we told him that the Cowboys were playing the Packers, he insisted that he would root for the Packers over the Cowboys no matter what.  I feel so bad for him since the Packers are going to lose that I bought him a Greenbay shirt so he can be a real fan.  I can't wait to show it to him!

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

2014 is OUT!

So here we are on the cusp of a new year, and I, like everyone else, sits back and reflects upon the events of the 365 days that just zoomed past.  I have to admit that, while I am indescribably grateful for the life I've been blessed with and the opportunity to live this last year, it wasn't my favorite year by any stretch of the imagination.  I've been frank about our difficulties, our challenges, our "opportunity to grow" (as an optimist would phrase it).  But with all that said, I'm not sorry to put this year in our rear view mirror. It was difficult.  Nonetheless, as I type this entry, I can look at my beloved husband who is slumbering loudly next to me, and know that my family is all that matters.  And to add a little cherry to the top of my family, I have to admit that I have some pretty damn awesome friends.  I'm beyond blessed.

Sure, this isn't what y'all come here to read.  I know that the funny shit that is my life drives traffic to this blog (or at least, it used to drive traffic to the blog when I posted regularly), but why hide who I am and what's going through my head?  Truth be told, my life really could be a reality TV show.  I'm not sure how funny shit happens to us all the time, but it does.  For example, my kids were discussing "Pole-Dancing Barbie" yesterday.  With wide eyes, I listened to them question why she could only wear underwear.  George literally asked, "Why can't she wear clothes?"  My only question was, "Where in the world did you guys hear about this?"  Luke promptly answered with true joy and innocence in his voice, "The internet!"  Anyone got any suggestions for a good parental control software/device/whatever?

I hope you all had an absolutely wonderful Christmas and that your new year is absolutely AMAZING!  I plan for mine to be awesome, but we'll see how it goes.  I'll be back with pictures sometime soon!  Hugs and love to all!

And don't forget to eat  your black eyed peas on New Year's Day!  (Anyone have any other traditions I should follow to guarantee a wonderful 2015?)

Saturday, December 13, 2014

That doesn't sound good at all.

One of my dear friends just had her second baby!  She brought home a sweet little brother for her daughter.  Absolutely cannot wait to go visit and see Mason in all his sweet-smelling babiness!

Anyway, I volunteered to bring a meal to her on Monday.  We all know that cooking isn't my greatest gift.  No, it's okay; we can all say it out loud.  I know.  Anyhow, I decided to go ahead and look up "meals to bring to new moms".  I mean, surely the internet knows more about these things than I do.  I had a few meals brought to us when we had babies, but not many.  To be honest, we made most of our local friends after we had kids.  So, when we received a bag full of casseroles and meals from our friend who owns McKinley's Bakery, I almost fainted in relief!  That girl is quite a gift in my life even if we don't see each other as much as we'd like.

Anyway, the point of this post is to mention how crazy the suggested meals are.  I mean, I have to tell you that the last thing I would have wanted delivered to my house postpartum was a vat of Lentil and Kale Soup or Moroccan Hand Pies with Eggplant and Apricots.  Seriously, people?  WTF?  Now there are some good things on there, but I ended up just opting for a recipe I already know and love from Emeril.  Check it out; this stuff is amazing: Chicken, Mushroom and Spinach Alfredo Lasagna.

What did you guys like when you had kids?  Anything in particular that I should drop off to please a nursing, sleep-deprived mother of two???

Friday, December 12, 2014

What? What?

I am so excited to tell you that I'm updating this blog from the comfort of my living room couch.  I know this may seem silly and inconsequential to all of you, but this is HUGE news.  I am using my new (well, refurbished) MacBook Air to post this.  It is an amazing thing!  It took no time at all to set up!  I opened the box 10 minutes ago!  Isn't this amazing?!  I haven't had a working laptop in years.  I'm so dang excited!

Maybe now I'll update more often!  Maybe more movie quotes because I'll be able to post while watching TV!  Maybe, just maybe, I'll work more - which is actually why I made the purchase in the first place!

Okay, so that's it!  Just had to get this out there and tell you all how freaking amazing this is!!!  Welcome to the 21st century, Professional Mother!

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Holiday Movie Quote #5

I'm late!!! Here is is. I'm pretty sure this may be my favorite Christmas movie. Yup. Enjoy!

My dear partner, when what's left of you gets around to what's left to be gotten, what's left to be gotten won't be worth getting, whatever it is you've got left.