dear prospective buyer,
i am glad that you find my house to be lovely and that it meets all of your needs. but you may not take immediate occupancy and have your "people" wire my "people" the money from your account in venezuala. best of luck to you.
take care,
home owner
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
dream house
j. and i have been at this for awhile. we have been held up here and here. oh and dont forget here. right and here too. you get the picture. at the end of last week we decided to lower our new lower price some more- apparantly that was warranted because we have practically had non-stop showings ever since. nothing like taking up a second residence at the mall because you have to kill a few hours at least once a day. this afternoon the guy at star.bucks asked "didnt you just order that this morning?" something is amiss - guess i need to start circulating to the other one in the mall.
trouble is j. and i dont agree on what THE dream house is. we have a collective short list of 3-4 houses. my #1 is his #4 and vice versa. not sure if this means we havent found the dream house yet. talk amongst yourselves.
trouble is j. and i dont agree on what THE dream house is. we have a collective short list of 3-4 houses. my #1 is his #4 and vice versa. not sure if this means we havent found the dream house yet. talk amongst yourselves.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
pale in comparison
a great friend of ours is in a band in upstate new york, and here is a new song they are singing. lyrics below in case you have a hard time hearing over the raucous laughter. as i said to my mom over the weekend, i think i will get some tees made for the boys that say "my mama is voting for obama"
Ode to Sarah Palin
The El Caminos
Lyrics by Chuck Donovan
Music by El Caminos, with apologies to Robert Earl Keen (See “Copenhagen” for the reason)
When I think of what I want out of my Vice President,
A pit bull wearing lipstick would sure be heaven sent
Especially if she’s from somewhere I can send a drill
If Hillary won’t do it, you know that Sarah will!
Sarah Palin, she comes from Alaska
Sarah Palin, she sure has a pretty smile
Sarah Palin, was caused McCain to ask ya
Sarah Palin, is he really that senile?
Then I watched her speak at that big ol convention
And I had some thoughts that frankly were too dark for me to mention
As she spit her hate and bile all over my tv
I can’t believe that she was Miss Congeniality!
Sarah Palin, was mayor of her home city
Sarah Palin, where they cook that crystal meth
Sarah Palin, but don’t you think she pretty? Vote for
Sarah Palin, something that rhymes with crystal meth! (OR “ain’t no VPILF”!)
Since that night I haven’t seen Sarah anywhere
On the Sunday morning talk shows there was no hide nor hair
Just GOP good ol boys talking loud and big
About how wrong Obama is for calling her a pig
Sarah Palin, if the shoe fits wear it
Sarah Palin, thought that wasn’t what he meant
Sarah Palin, if you actually can’t bear it
Sarah Palin, how can you be Vice President?
So on that November morning when you go to make your choice,
Remember that no matter what she says in that sweet voice
Makes up for the policies to which Sarah adheres
Let’s keep her out of Washington for the next eight years
Sarah Palin, why didn’t they vet her?
Sarah Palin, just wanted to remind you bout that crystal meth
Sarah Palin, even Romney would be better than
Sarah Palin, I really think it’s time she left!
Repeat choruses as desired, creating rhymes on the fly if you feel the need…
love ya chuck!!
Ode to Sarah Palin
The El Caminos
Lyrics by Chuck Donovan
Music by El Caminos, with apologies to Robert Earl Keen (See “Copenhagen” for the reason)
When I think of what I want out of my Vice President,
A pit bull wearing lipstick would sure be heaven sent
Especially if she’s from somewhere I can send a drill
If Hillary won’t do it, you know that Sarah will!
Sarah Palin, she comes from Alaska
Sarah Palin, she sure has a pretty smile
Sarah Palin, was caused McCain to ask ya
Sarah Palin, is he really that senile?
Then I watched her speak at that big ol convention
And I had some thoughts that frankly were too dark for me to mention
As she spit her hate and bile all over my tv
I can’t believe that she was Miss Congeniality!
Sarah Palin, was mayor of her home city
Sarah Palin, where they cook that crystal meth
Sarah Palin, but don’t you think she pretty? Vote for
Sarah Palin, something that rhymes with crystal meth! (OR “ain’t no VPILF”!)
Since that night I haven’t seen Sarah anywhere
On the Sunday morning talk shows there was no hide nor hair
Just GOP good ol boys talking loud and big
About how wrong Obama is for calling her a pig
Sarah Palin, if the shoe fits wear it
Sarah Palin, thought that wasn’t what he meant
Sarah Palin, if you actually can’t bear it
Sarah Palin, how can you be Vice President?
So on that November morning when you go to make your choice,
Remember that no matter what she says in that sweet voice
Makes up for the policies to which Sarah adheres
Let’s keep her out of Washington for the next eight years
Sarah Palin, why didn’t they vet her?
Sarah Palin, just wanted to remind you bout that crystal meth
Sarah Palin, even Romney would be better than
Sarah Palin, I really think it’s time she left!
Repeat choruses as desired, creating rhymes on the fly if you feel the need…
love ya chuck!!
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
a glimpse into the teenage years
sunday f. and i ran out to go to the library. he loves to read and always says yes to a trip to the library. i should have checked the hours before we left the house, but didnt, so we arrived 45 minutes before the library opened. so we re-evaluated and decided to run to the grocery store first and the library second. on the way to the grocery store we were stopped at a traffic light for a fire engine to go speeding by sirens blasting. embarrassing as i now know that this obviously is, i dared to mention to my 5 year old that a "cool fire engine" was passing by. his response went something like this. "i already saw the fire engine mommy, geez. you know, i am not 3 any more, i am 5! what are you ridiculous?!" oh boy, am i in for some fun come the teenage years!
Friday, September 19, 2008
overheard in my house recently
as the vocabulary of m. explodes, we are deciphering new words and phrases daily. lately he has begun to chant "myme, myme, myme, myme!" i have recently discovered that this means "mine!" and also "give me whatever food/drink that is you have!"
m.: myme, myme, myme, myme!!!
f.: what m.?
m.: myme, myme, myme, myme!!
f.: look m. - i am not your mommy!!
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
on the way out the door to school one morning. apparantly i can be particularly charming before my coffee!
me: f. you are supposed to have your shoes on, lets go your brothers are waiting for us in the car.
f.: come on, i didnt know i was supposed to have my shoes on
me: well, did you think you were going to school without shoes?
me: lets go, close the door behind you. what do you think you live in a barn?
f: what do you live in a house with the rest of the witches?
m.: myme, myme, myme, myme!!!
f.: what m.?
m.: myme, myme, myme, myme!!
f.: look m. - i am not your mommy!!
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
on the way out the door to school one morning. apparantly i can be particularly charming before my coffee!
me: f. you are supposed to have your shoes on, lets go your brothers are waiting for us in the car.
f.: come on, i didnt know i was supposed to have my shoes on
me: well, did you think you were going to school without shoes?
me: lets go, close the door behind you. what do you think you live in a barn?
f: what do you live in a house with the rest of the witches?
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
capturing time
we are fully into the swing of fall, sadly leaving summer behind. there is nothing like snotty, drippy noses to remind you that fall is upon us. if only mother nature would agree and allow us to turn off the ac for more than one day at a time! anyway, continuing with the idea of being able to remember some of the cute antics going on, here is another installment of capturing time.
f. you have become such a big boy. i look at you these days and wonder what happened to the cute little snuggle bug of days gone by. you launch yourself off of steps, beds, couches, etc routinely. you have taken to saying the phrase "come on" incessantly. we are not sure where it came from, but you utter it at least 5 times before 8am daily and then another 546 times before your head hits the pillow again each night! as in "come on, i just told you i wanted milk!" or "come on when will dinner be ready!" and "come on i dont know where my sneakers are!" one day last week, i was sitting right hereshamelessly reading perez hilton catching up on my reading at 11:30PM when i heard you coughing. nothing too odd about that, except i thought i heard it coming from downstairs. given that it was a good 4 hours past your bedtime, i was shocked when moments later you emerged from the basement to inform me that you only got to watch half of batman because the satellite went out. first and foremost, i should probably be embarrassed that at the age of 5 you utter the phrase "the satellite went out" with the same disdain that a grown man might while watching the final minutes of the super bowl. secondly, what the hell are you doing watching cartoons in the middle of the night? if i were to believe you, this was not the first time! oh wait a minute, thats the mother of the year committee calling to inform me of my nomination. brb. the good news though is that you are still young enough that when i tell you i need to snuggle, you mostly still come running!
k. you have become a monster lately. you walk around with at least one arm cocked ready to hit anyone in a 3 foot radius. what is up with this dude? poor m. is clearly taking the brunt of it. just when i am at my wits end with you, you will casually walk up and land a huge kiss square on the bookshelves in the kitchen or the picture of the camel in your ABC book. somewhere our signals are getting crossed - love your family - not the bookshelves and please not the camel! you are starting to sprinkle in a word every now and then just for good measure. and you love music. now when we sing the "clean up" song, you will stand there belting it out (replacing each word with "BLAH") while the rest of us actually go about cleaning up. you would much rather drink your milk (as well as your brothers) than actually waste time eating food. apparantly food is for throwing on the floor or putting inside of toys or somedays both. you are still a silly little kiddo and you keep a smile on my face and warmth in my heart.
m. you are currently covered in road rash from your forehead, clear down to your upper lip. the joke around here is that you have two speeds : asleep and running full force. the later often results in boo-boos. you are just living life to the fullest. last week daddy and i took you and k. to the park and you just ran around like a maniac trying everything out. daddy climbed up a high ladder with you so you could ride down the big kids twirly slide and that was it. you spent the rest of the time screaming "UP GAN UP GAN GAN UP UP" (up again). daddy would lift you up again and you would run to the slide and launch yourself down, already starting to scream "GAN UP" before your feet hit the ground. i am pretty sure you will sport at least one cast in your childhood. i love that you still run to me first when something has you down or k. is beating the crap out of you. and secretly i am glad that after k. beats you up that you are finally starting to push back a bit when he comes near you again!
love you boys!
f. you have become such a big boy. i look at you these days and wonder what happened to the cute little snuggle bug of days gone by. you launch yourself off of steps, beds, couches, etc routinely. you have taken to saying the phrase "come on" incessantly. we are not sure where it came from, but you utter it at least 5 times before 8am daily and then another 546 times before your head hits the pillow again each night! as in "come on, i just told you i wanted milk!" or "come on when will dinner be ready!" and "come on i dont know where my sneakers are!" one day last week, i was sitting right here
k. you have become a monster lately. you walk around with at least one arm cocked ready to hit anyone in a 3 foot radius. what is up with this dude? poor m. is clearly taking the brunt of it. just when i am at my wits end with you, you will casually walk up and land a huge kiss square on the bookshelves in the kitchen or the picture of the camel in your ABC book. somewhere our signals are getting crossed - love your family - not the bookshelves and please not the camel! you are starting to sprinkle in a word every now and then just for good measure. and you love music. now when we sing the "clean up" song, you will stand there belting it out (replacing each word with "BLAH") while the rest of us actually go about cleaning up. you would much rather drink your milk (as well as your brothers) than actually waste time eating food. apparantly food is for throwing on the floor or putting inside of toys or somedays both. you are still a silly little kiddo and you keep a smile on my face and warmth in my heart.
m. you are currently covered in road rash from your forehead, clear down to your upper lip. the joke around here is that you have two speeds : asleep and running full force. the later often results in boo-boos. you are just living life to the fullest. last week daddy and i took you and k. to the park and you just ran around like a maniac trying everything out. daddy climbed up a high ladder with you so you could ride down the big kids twirly slide and that was it. you spent the rest of the time screaming "UP GAN UP GAN GAN UP UP" (up again). daddy would lift you up again and you would run to the slide and launch yourself down, already starting to scream "GAN UP" before your feet hit the ground. i am pretty sure you will sport at least one cast in your childhood. i love that you still run to me first when something has you down or k. is beating the crap out of you. and secretly i am glad that after k. beats you up that you are finally starting to push back a bit when he comes near you again!
love you boys!
Monday, September 15, 2008
oh monday
dear monday,
i know you historically have a bad rep. musicians have sung about about it, school children have complained about you, even the federal govt. likes to avoid you by conveniently "observing" most holidays squarely on you. as a mom of a school aged child, i came to appreciate mondays, as the day when my charges are decreased by one for a few hours. today however - not the case!
monday, tell me, why did you wake up my oldest at the ungodly hour of 3:23am? don't you know that it is no fun being awakened by a five year old who needs to sleep in your bed because his is wet. you try reasoning with a five year old at this hour and explaining that he needs new pj's because they are not *just* cold, but are in fact wet too! you try telling him that he can sleep on your floor, but not in your bed. you try convincing him, as a last resort, that he can sleep on the couch in the family room, only to be awakened 5 minutes later as a clock is thrust in your face because it is keeping him awake. you try cleaning up his puke just mere hours later and not resenting that your hour a day of me time is quickly being rescheduled for later in the week. you try settling him back in for a nap only to have him wake up two hours later professing that he feels great and is now ready to go to school. try all this on for size. i dare you monday - give it a try!
signed,
no longer a fan
i know you historically have a bad rep. musicians have sung about about it, school children have complained about you, even the federal govt. likes to avoid you by conveniently "observing" most holidays squarely on you. as a mom of a school aged child, i came to appreciate mondays, as the day when my charges are decreased by one for a few hours. today however - not the case!
monday, tell me, why did you wake up my oldest at the ungodly hour of 3:23am? don't you know that it is no fun being awakened by a five year old who needs to sleep in your bed because his is wet. you try reasoning with a five year old at this hour and explaining that he needs new pj's because they are not *just* cold, but are in fact wet too! you try telling him that he can sleep on your floor, but not in your bed. you try convincing him, as a last resort, that he can sleep on the couch in the family room, only to be awakened 5 minutes later as a clock is thrust in your face because it is keeping him awake. you try cleaning up his puke just mere hours later and not resenting that your hour a day of me time is quickly being rescheduled for later in the week. you try settling him back in for a nap only to have him wake up two hours later professing that he feels great and is now ready to go to school. try all this on for size. i dare you monday - give it a try!
signed,
no longer a fan
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