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trackstar!

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Ian took first place in his fleet in the 100 yard dash! Whoo!

Honestly, I didn’t think he had it in him. 🙂

Today is stormy. I would like to stay in bed, but no can do. If it were tomorrow, things would be different. The kids are out for Teacher’s Workday or some such thing. I’m sure it won’t be storming at all tomorrow just because I’ll have the opportunity to lounge around. You know, until the late hour of 7:30.

I remember the days of sleeping until noon. I can’t do it anymore. I WANT to, but my body just refuses. Then there were the days I slept until 9:00. Boy, that would be fabulous nowadays. But, no. It doesn’t happen. Not anymore. Sometimes I can sleep until 8:00. But rarely afterwards.

As my kids say, I must be getting old.

Whatever. I’m too damn cute to be old.

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The kids, my mom and I are headed to Mid America Museum today. Should be a good time.

Tomorrow is my annual birthday trip to Oaklawn. We have confirmed 25 friends will be joining us. I can’t wait. Love, love, love going to the horse races for my birthday celebration. Once we’re finished gambling, we head to our fave German restaurant, the Brau Haus, and eat and drink ourselves into a stupor.

Well, there will be decidedly less eating and drinking on my part since I’m in the middle of diet central. But I will be partaking some. 🙂

Have a good weekend y’all! Got any big plans?

the spring breaks

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Last year, we went to Orlando via Tallahassee for Spring Break. I got to hang out with my best friend and CP, Maria Geraci before I headed off to the World of Disney and the Studios of Universal. We had a tiring but fantastic time.

This year, we’re at home. The boys have soccer camp in the mornings, but their afternoons are fairly free. Ian’s girlfriend is out of town, so he spends much of his day texting her. He has come down with a cold, so yesterday, he slept the day away. Rader is spending his days catching up on Tyler Perry’s House of Payne show. My boys LOVE LOVE LOVE Madea and she makes guest appearances on the show, so they eat it up.

Spring Break is only fun when you go somewhere. So, I took Rader and his cousins to the Little Rock Zoo yesterday. It was a beautiful day. Unfortunately, the entire population of Little Rock joined us there. Crowded as shit. Oh well.

I’ve exercised everyday this week. It helps when I have a good book downloaded to my iPod and right now, I’m listening to Jennifer Weiner’s Goodnight Nobody. I’m enjoying it. I really like her style. I think I’ll download Sophie Kinsella’s latest “un” shopaholic book next.

I’m off to the salon to get my hairs cut and colored. I need a pedicure badly. Maybe if I wear sandals, they’ll take pity on me and offer one for free….

Anything special happening this week?

birthday week, day two

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Gold stars for Fishdog! He let me sleep in this morning. Of course, he should always let me sleep in, I am the Queen B.

So, Rader had a project to do on the 10 Commandments over the weekend. He had to build a shadow box demonstrating whatever commandment he drew out of a hat.

The winning commandment: THOU SHALL NOT COVET THY NEIGHBOR’S WIFE.

Can I just say, the boy rocks the Legos:
Wedding dress is made from the finest tissue paper in the house and a lovely red satin ribbon. I worked very hard o make sure the dress fit properly and flowed beautifully. I’m taking orders for future Lego weddings. Please hurry, there is already a waiting list.

The caption that you can’t read is the Priest saying: You may kiss the bride.
And then, you can see the guest in the backround saying: Why can’t I kiss the bride?

Oh yeah. Not only is he coveting his neighbor’s wife, he’s doing it at the wedding, in the CHURCH. Dude is gonna burn.

birthday week!

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Ian and I share a birthday week. My official birthday is the 14th; his is the 16th. I fully endorse the “Birthday Week” philosophy–though it’s not as much fun sharing the week, so I do my best to step out of his way on his actual birthday. Otherwise, it’s all about me.

This weekend turned out to be pretty awesome. By noon on Saturday, all evidence of the Blizzard had melted away. We took the boys to Oaklawn to watch the horses. Rader can pick a horse, let me tell you. I may take him with me every time. Actually, this morning he said “Hey Mom, can we go to the races Friday? I wanna win some money.”

Um. No. You have school. But I’ll let you pick the horses that morning before you leave and I’ll go to the races for you…

Mother of the year.

Yesterday it was 65 degrees. We finally figured out what was wrong with the vacuum (and by “we” I mean, Fishdog) and I went to town yesterday afternoon. Man, the animals have been shedding like crazy! I must’ve vacuumed up enough hair to knit an afghan. A big afghan. And matching socks. I’m almost afraid to head downstairs with the vacuum. We might blow it up. Do you think Dyson guarantees their vacuums if they explode?

So, what’s up for this week? And more importantly, what are you getting me for my birthday?

not my original blog..

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Okay, I was going to blog about last night’s Millionaire Matchmaker. Not about the show itself but about one of last night’s eyebrows bachelor’s eyebrows. But I couldn’t find a good enough picture to post. The eyebrows were kinda like that talking stain commercial. You tried to look away, but you couldn’t. They were NOT RIGHT. If you get a chance to catch Episode 7 this week in reruns, you’ll see what I’m talking about.

You can check out some pics from the episode here.

Flip through them. You’ll know the guy when you involuntarily flinch in horror and then find yourself unable to look away.

We’re gearing up for my big birthday celebration in Hot Springs. It’s gonna be a blast! Last year was the first year we missed in 12 years! (but, we were in Florida riding rides and having a blast, so it was totally okay)

Ian and I have a birthday 2 days apart. (25 years and 2 days, to be exact) He’s turning 14 this year and he’s planning a party. I’m thinking we need a disco ball, some awesome outdoor lights, and a couple of super CDs made up of Monster Ballads so they can rock out and slow dance simultaneously.

Yeah, I live to embarrass my children. Their total humiliation helps me forget the whole pregnancy/labor thing.

march four–post the second

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First of all, here was the house this morning around 8:00:

And here it is just 6 hours later.

Arkansas is truly bizarre.

In other news–Ian has his 8th grade graduation pictures today. How handsome is he?

And Rader took a picture without making a face, so we need to remember this day in history.

And Pete and Ruby had fun tromping in the fluffy stuff this morning.

Pete especially.

march one

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I don’t know about you, but when I think of March 1st…I think of spring. I know that technically spring isn’t until the 21st, but I’m ready now.

And apparently so is Mother Nature, because the sun is shining, birds are chirping and it’s going to be 70 degrees today.

I love spring. And I’m in a new house so I get to discover the quirky things, like where the Daffodils are planted. (btw, a patch of Daffodils sprung up this week in my backyard which is very exciting!)

I’m ready to dig in the dirt and make my mark on the new place. I overdid it in Oxford, and created a flowerbed that was as big as Texas. I won’t be doing that here. Sure, my flowerbed was beautiful, but it was also a lot of work!

Soccer starts up today. We found a team for Ian, and his first game is this afternoon. He’s actually playing on a U-18 team, which I hope will help get his skill back up. He wants to play for Catholic next year, but to do that, he’ll have to really work hard. It’s very competitive and he hasn’t played on a team in a year. He also starts track next week. My time will no longer be my own for a while.

Happy Saturday!

lent

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I’m not Catholic and there are some things I just don’t get about Catholicism.

For instance, I don’t get the “no meat Fridays” but you can eat fish.

Huh? Unless the fish is made out of tofu (tofuish?) it’s a meat. So how are you really having meatless Fridays if you’re eating meat?

I also really don’t understand the idea behind lent. But since the boys are being educated in the catholic school system now, they are getting a full education.

Ian: Mom, what are you giving up for lent?
Me: Um. I’m not catholic. I’m not giving up anything.
Ian: Well, if you were, what would you give up.
Me: I think I’d give up talking to my children.
Ian: *rolling his eyes* MOM. It’s supposed to be a sacrifice.
Me: Heh. Oh yeah. Sorry.

morning people

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I’ve never been a morning person. As a matter of fact, I used to refer to those blasted folks (Fishdog)who rise from sleep all chipper and shit, as people who suffer from Morning Syndrome.

But as I’ve gotten older lately, I’m realizing I’m becoming one of those people.

I wake up before 6 a.m. every day. On my own. Before my alarm. And I’m awake-awake. Not just “my eyes are open” awake. And for those of you who don’t think “before 6” is early–go away. It is.

Knowing I have to get up in a half hour anyway, I usually just get out of bed. Sometimes I lay there and do some “serious thinking” about my book. (we don’t call it plotting, because what I do is the loosest form of plotting known to man.) This is where I came up with my brilliant new title for my brilliant new YA that I’m working on. I woke up, it was early, and the title just JUMPED into my head. I love it when that happens, though I hate having to get out of bed to act on it.

I wouldn’t mind being a morning person if the bed wasn’t so damn warm and comfortable. I hate leaving my snuggly cocoon, even if I am wide-freaking awake. And sweet Ruby is always burrowed against me and Fishdog’s feet are always keeping mine warm. But no. I must do what I must do. Motherhood calls. Breakfast must be fixed (today was waffles). Kids must be micromanaged (how many times did I tell Rader to brush his teeth today? Anyone care to guess?) The dogs must be fed and let outside. The cats must be worshipped. And the blog must be written.

See the sacrifices I make for you?

Tell me, are you a morning person on purpose? Have you always been? Or are you slowly becoming one as you get older ?