Chellisms

Stuff, by Bailey

Bailey has been pasted to my side since she got home from school today. She isn't sick, just curious and maybe a bit cold I think. It is 35 degrees outside, do you really blame the child? Anyway, she has a few things she would like to say:

Bailey wants you to know that Harold is doing very well. He is recovering quite well from his ear-y accident but he is a bit self-conscious about it so we don't talk about it around him. Harold has a girlfriend, Myra, she is part moose.

Between you and me I think she is all moose but Bailey insists she is only part moose, I never get an answer when I ask what the other part is. Then again I am not sure I want an answer.

Bailey turned 6 on Saturday. Those roller skating pictures on the sidebar are not from her party, they are from another party that was on her birthday. She wants you to know that was a bit a hard to understand and that her butt hurts. And her knees.

She wants you to know that she got the coolest shoes ever for her birthday but she hasn't been able to wear them yet because we still have some icy white substance outside leftover from Sunday's hail/snow storm thing. Personally I am not sure if it is snow or hail or if we have mutating bunnies that poop large amounts of styrofoam everywhere, but this is her show not mine so let's move along.

Her birthday party is next month. February 22nd to be exact. She is sharing a party with Taylor and is okay with that. She does however want to invite everyone she meets. Which, in theory, is nice. In monetary terms isn't.

Speaking of money she would like you to know that she has been saving her monies and has almost $70 stashed away, it is burning a hole in her pocket and she wants to go shopping. But she has no idea what she wants. Have you ever been shopping with a 6 year old who has no idea what she wants and a good amount of money to spend? It is not a fun thing.

She says that's it, she doesn't have anything else to share. But could I type faster next time? Please get her something to drink? Read her a Daisy book? Put a Band-Aid on her hand and is too late for a Jamba Juice?

Is it too early for bed?

Completely My Fault

I got a few e-mails today wondering if TypePad was having server issues. I mean it must have been TypePad, it couldn't have been me that messed up, right?

Wrong.

TypePad is pretty darn good, I have yet to encounter any customer service issues or technical issues that have me looking for another home. Yesterday I did manage to delete my account, but once again that was me playing with CSS and other things that I don't understand. I did manage to back everything up first and I did get most everything set back up in a speedy like fashion.

While messing around with the control panel last night there was a box that popped up with the Are you really sure about this spiel, needless to say I said yes. I probably should have considered it a bit before I got click happy. All in all it is kind of nice to set everything up from scratch again.

Oh well. Just remember, backing up on a regular basis is a good thing.

She Got Me

Earlier this week Tammie got tagged for her very first meme. I have to admit that I stopped and wondered if someone had to explain that to her (sorry, Tam).

She tagged me in response and since it is all about quirks, obsessions and little known things then it should be no sweat. I certainly have my fair share an abundance a plethora of my own.

1. I don't watch much TV but I do have one guilty pleasure and I feel kind of dumb for even admitting it, I DVR One Tree Hill. Yes, I am 28 and watch a show about high school kids. Actually this season I don't feel so bad since it is four years after high school.

2. Tim snores. Sometimes I kick him in the middle of the night and then pretend to be asleep if he wakes up, it gets him to roll over and then he stops. I think this counts as a quirk and if anyone ever points this out to Tim I am so going to kick you too.

3. I am not sure if this is a quirk or an obsession but it may be a bit odd. My bra and underwear have to match. They have to match my clothing as well as each other. I feel off all day long if I don't match all the way through.

4. This one only slips out once in a while. I am a closet video game junkie. There, I said it. I just came out. Wii, DS, PC games. It's Tims fault, blame him.

5. I am borrowing this one from Tammie. My alarm clock is set to go off at 6:25 AM, I hit the snooze button at 7 minute intervals until about 7:15 AM. Tim sleeps through it, see #2.

6. I wax my own eyebrows every few weeks. A few months back I got this bright idea that I would, uh, perhaps, maybe give myself a bikini wax as well. The bikini wax itself came out okay until I got slightly carried away and wound up with hot wax in an area where I didn't want it and was afraid to pull it off and then the wax got cold and then I got the bright idea to get in the bathtub and got my ass stuck to the tub and can I just say that the beauty supply store sells a wax removal lotion that is safe for the bikini area and holy hell please be careful if you try this at home. The eyebrows and bikini part still happen I am just very, very careful now and also have the lotion on hand. ALWAYS.

Gulp, did I just share that? I am not even sure which category that one falls into but I laugh each time I think about it, hope you at least giggled or sighed and rolled your eyes.

Okay, I am tired of looking at the picture of Ethan and Glen licking each other. Ashley, you're it!

We Both Know It

You and I both know that we have thought of it ourselves. It was either bang your head on the steering wheel or pull in at the nearest government building.

Please excuse the bruise on my forehead...

Party Weekend

Does massive partying include a lot of sleeping in? No, darn. Then maybe we only did a smidgen of partying.

Tim celebrated his 30th birthday on Saturday. We slept in until at least 7AM when a little blond person promptly popped into our room with an exchange that takes place every weekend morning

Little Blond Person: I'm hungry.

Not Amused Parent: Grab a granola bar, I will be down in a minute.

LBP: Oh, just like always?

NAP: *sigh* Just like always...

LBP: Okay. *skips away humming merrily*

NAP: *lasers shoot from eyes*

Once my eyes stopped smoking and the heathens were fed we did some house stuff. I may have gotten a wild hair up my ass to rearrange the kitchen cabinets. This means that I emptied them all out onto the kitchen floor and then reorganized them back into different locations. Not such a great idea when we were on a schedule but it worked out well and I am much happier with the layout now.

After that we met mom and Petey Poo for a late lunch at a Japanese steak house. It was great. The girls had never been to one before and were quite impressed by the egg rolling and rice sizzling and fast knife chopping. Somehow I can never impress them at home with those skills. The sushi bar was already closed for the late afternoon lull so Tim had to promise to take Bai back for her birthday.

From there we came home for a bit to let our very full tummies settle and then back out we went, to moms for brownies that I made that morning with ice cream and several toppings and presents. What's a birthday without presents?? Tim is darn hard to shop for. Any time he wants something for himself he buys it or talks himself or me out of it. I did manage to snag him a new outfit where only the shirt needs to be returned, I think it was made for a giant. That or mismarked. A case for his gaming stuff, don't ask. You are better off not knowing. And some Frank Miller books.

My mom and Pete won the present competition though. They got him a gift card for his favorite gaming store. I think he may have slept with it with first night and has since moved to faux shopping in their online store to see what he wants to use it on to get the most for his money. It's quite funny to say the least.

Why is it when I set things on fire at home no one oohs and aahs? Maybe I need a job at the Japanese steakhouse?

2008, Ain't it Great?

Is that not the corniest title ever?

I cannot stop laughing. Sorry.

In less than 24 months, from 12/2005 to 12/2007, we had lived in 3 states. Hawaii, California and Washington. Okay, to be really picky it happened from 12/2005 to 03/2007, 15 months.

Please stop and take a moment to absorb the pain that my body feels upon waking up to 34 degree temperatures. Done? Thanks, I appreciate it and so do my aching knees.

With all of that complaining being done you would think that 2007 sucked, right? Well...

Just kidding, it didn't. It was really pretty darn good. Tim got out of the military, that was super fabulous. We moved to WA, that was an experience all in itself. The move itself could have been slightly better but, eh, it involved the military what else can I say (check March 2007 for those wondrous archives). Adjusting back to civilian life has been just that, an adjustment. Living full time with my husband of 10 years whom I had never truly lived full time with is the best, having him home every night (albeit late) is very nice. We have made some wonderful friends.

The girls are wonderful, they love the friends they have made and the things they have experienced . We now have a Kindergartner and a 2nd grader, a soccer player and a, well, a soccer ballerina type person, a full fledged tooth loser and newly first tooth faller outer (EW!). They took they move to WA in stride, they love the greenery and the slight snowfall and the icy mornings with crunchy grass. Not so much on the rain... eh, can't win them all.

All in all we love our new life, looking back 2007 was pretty darn good to us.

Hope you have a Happy and Wonderful 2008