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Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

The Godfather


Growing up, my husband looked up to him. Phil taught Cory so much. Phil is a computer guy and Cory was his young apprentice. I met Phil when Cory and I started dating and I can remember being totally taken aback by his forwardness and giant personality. I was this shy, self-conscious, sheltered person and he was most definitely not. We sat on the porch steps of his weekend escape from the city and that's where it began for me. The yellow house on the little hill with the pig flag hanging off the porch.
I've truly never met anyone quite like Phil. I've never met someone who's done so much in his life. He grew up in South Philly and migrated to Greenwich Village in "the City." A fitting place for Phil. He lives there with his wife Curly, the inventor of the "special wave" and lover of all things swine. On the weekends they come up to the "mountains."
We've got so many fond memories of Phil. Sterling silver Tiffany barbell rattles engraved with the boys' initials and birthdates, sharing Thanksgiving dinner, corn and ribs, cowboy hats, Indian rainsticks and incense, New Paltz craft fairs, Buddy the cat, pig overalls, Red Rider BB guns, Cory's bestman....the list continues on and on.
He's a photographer, writer, lover of art, an actor, a deep thinker, he's stubborn and has strong political views. He's forward and he'll catch you off guard. He loves deeply from the bottom of his soul. He's a submariner, a son, a brother, a husband, a friend. He's Phillip, The Godfather, Our Godfather.
We're thankful to have Phil in our lives and blessed to be able to call him The Godfather of our 3 children.

Monday, September 28, 2009

7 down 50ish to go?

We did things backwards, my husband and I. We met in 1996 at a little tiny restaurant in the town over from where we live now. I was, at the time, a waitress headed to being baker, chef and later on all of the above plus dishwasher all at once. One day this dorky double bar glasses wearing boy came in to fill the dish washing position. He was still in high school. I wasn't. We got to know each other and I slowly fell in love. He was, despite the dorky glasses, sexy and smart. So smart.



We started dating in Spring of 1997. He would come to my apartment after school and lay on my bed doing homework. Did I mention how smart he is? Yeah. I met his parents and his sister. The first time I went over for dinner I remember the lovely salad his mom made with those pretty little purple flowers on top of chives garnishing it. I made the terrible mistake of eating one and secretly suffered as my mouth was on fire and I was left with the worst onion breath ever. I was so shy. So much that they thought I didn't like them because I never talked. I remember thinking they were so strange. Cory's mom and sister would go to the bathroom together. I always figured they were gossiping about me. They were so close knit and that was very foreign to me. My family wasn't close then, really. Thankfully we are now.

We always watched X-Files together and Cory would stay until the last possible second and then fly home in his red Ford pickup you could hear from a mile away. We would pray for snow storms in the winter because his mom would call up and tell him not to drive home. We loved those nights, they were the best! So that's probably what lead up to us doing things backwards. I found out in December of 1997 that I was pregnant. Oh man were we scared! Especially Cory who thought for sure his life was over. He would be disowned by his parents, never go to college and be a pizza delivery boy forever. I, of course, had a much better outlook on things. We'd do whatever we had to for Cory to finish college so we'd make a good life for our baby.

It was probably the hardest time of our young lives. Zach was born in 1998 when Cory was just 19 and I was 22. We went through more than anyone should have to over the next 2 years. That's another story. One I'm not ready to share. We waited to get married so Cory could keep his health insurance with his parents. He went to college. He graduated with an associates in liberal arts from SCCC. He went there on full scholarship through their honors program. After SCCC he went to SUNY New Platz and graduated Cum Laude with a Bachelors degree in Computer Science. I told you he's smart! I remember holding Zach as I stood on top of the chair watching Cory in his cap and gown that day in New Paltz as he graduated. I was so incredibly proud of him.

We were married on September 28, 2002, 4 years after our son was born. We were so happy! Zach was our little ring bearer, looking all handsome in his sweet little tux. We were married by our family friend who had married many other couples in our family at the church where my mother and father and my sister and her husband had been married. Tradition. Our reception was so much fun. We drank, danced, laughed, cried, ate and had the time of our lives with the people we loved. My mother in law and I had done most of the work ourselves to keep costs low. I made music CD's with pretty labels for our favors. We did table scapes, our unity candle, the bows on the cake knife and serving spatula, and these beautiful satin and lace pillars with candles on top that surrounded our cake. We made our card box too. Looking back, it sort of looked like a stacked wedding cake. We did what we could on our little budget and it turned out beautifully.

We honeymooned at the Poconos for 2 nights and picked Zach up and continued on to Williamsburg, Virginia. We had a very nice relaxing vacation then headed back to reality.

So, today, September 28, our 7th anniversary. No romantic dinners. No date. Boo. He's working and has a soccer game tonight. So he'll spend our anniversary coaching and I'll spend it having dinner with his parents. Oh well, there's always next year, right?

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Conversation Starters!

It's Thursday and time for Conversation Starters with Zobmondo!
The rules: You must choose one or the other, and do not change any part of the question. These are the ONLY 2 choices.
Would you rather....
For the rest of your life, eat your least favorite foods hygienically prepared
OR
Eat your favorite foods prepared in risky circumstances?
My answer...
There's no question here...I'm a bit of a germ-o-phobe when it comes to food and restaurants. I'm totally choking down my least favorite foods. I'll learn to love them!
What's your choice?

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Friday, September 18, 2009

Whining

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

You ever have one of those days? *sigh* I'm having one of those months, I think. Feeling teary all the time. I'm feeling like such a whiner but maybe if I just get it out maybe I'll feel a little better. So here's your warning...the first part of this is a pity party whine fest.
I feel like I've had a lot on my emotional plate lately and I'm so ready to blow. I'm feeling like relationships are falling apart, like I'm ALWAYS mommy and wife and never Allison. I guess that comes with being a stay at home mom, huh? Feeling like I'm not good enough for certain people or like I'm not worth people's effort. Like if I disappeared, the only one's to notice would be my kids because there'd be nobody to wash their clothes or feed them. Yep, I warned ya....a big whiner I am today. On top of that, we overdrew our checking account by a few hundred dollars, don't have credit cards to fall back on and my son's behavior is getting to be unbearable. I guess that's the most pressing matter at the moment. The only one I feel like I could possibly have some control over.
My middle son is such a honey. We've always felt like there was something off with him. Behaviorally. You have a "bad" kid and of course immediately know that people judge you as a parent and you feel it's ALL your fault. Feeling like you're not doing enough. I know there are certain people in his life that would rather not even have to deal with him and it makes me incredibly sad. He's such a funny loving boy. Some can only see the bad things he does. My grandmother always comments on how she's never seen a busier boy or how he never stops moving or what a handful he is. She always says how Max and my nephew can't get together because they're awful together. My sister and I get so sick of hearing it. Or people will watch him do something wrong and say "boy, I DON'T know how you do it." And I do worry about what people think of him and us.
This year he started first grade. On the second day of school his teacher and I ran into each other at the end of the day when I came to pick them up. She expressed her concern about Max's inability to control his fidgeting. She wanted to know if he had always been that way or if maybe he was just nervous. I told her that it wasn't uncommon for him and we've been concerned about his behavior for some time now. She told me that she had given Max a squishy ball to squeeze while doing lessons or whenever he needed it to help him focus. He is very easily distracted. Last night we went to open house at school and happened to be the only ones in his classroom during the session we attended. It was a perfect opportunity to talk to her one on one about what we should do. We've also been in contact with the occupational therapist at school. His teacher is so on top of her game,it's great that he ended up with her. We've set up a conference for the end of the month to go over his behavior and so we can stay on the same page.
When the teacher mentioned the ball to help him concentrate, I immediately started doing research on the internet and came up with Sensory Processing Disorder or SPD. Reading about this condition was like having a light bulb go off in my head! The amount of symptoms I checked off for Max was unreal. I'm also wondering if it's possibly ADD (not ADHD). The therapist said there's a fine line between the two, so she was giving my husband and Max's teacher a survey to fill out and she'll look it over and we'll go from there. I'm not hoping there's something wrong with him, but if we do come up with something I'll be happy to know how to deal with it now. I'm very hopeful for his situation. I will NOT jump on the medication bandwagon and WILL learn how we can work with him and what will benefit him and us.
Now if I can get finances, marriage, friendships and whatever else going in the same direction, I'll be a much happier camper!
Okay, I'm done...thanks for letting me vent.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

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The boys at the Fairground


Up til today, for the past year or so, my husband and I have been living with one vehicle. Most days it's fine, but there are times when it's incredibly inconvenient. I feel like such a mooch having to rely on other people to help us get where we need to go. My husband has this Jeep Cherokee that last spring (08) failed inspection. At the time we had no money to get it fixed so it sat and sat and sat. It was mowed around, plowed around, and sometimes used for storage. When we finally had the money, he got too "busy" (lazy) to call and set up an appointment and get it to the shop. The tires were flat, the hood was rusted shut and there was a hole in the brake line. My mother in law would joke about opening the hood and planting flowers in it. I'm sure when it finally moved out of the driveway on Monday our neighbors threw a party. So today he's going to DMV to register it and he'll finally have his baby back and I'll have a little more freedom.



So since the boys started school, this is our day: Cory gets up early because he's working 7-3 so he can coach modified soccer. His mom or dad pick him up and drop him off at work. I get the boys ready and take them to school. At 2:30 I leave to pick them up and we go to the fairground for 2 hours. Then we go back to the school and pick Cory up and go home. It's been such a pain. The baby has been missing or getting a very short afternoon nap because it falls right when I have to get the boys. I've been shoving their bikes and the stroller into my tiny car and taking them to the fairground after school. I drive a Scion Xb, you know, the little car that looks like a shoe box? Yeah, tiny. I've joked in the past that I was going to call Nike and tell them I'd advertise for them and they could paint my car to look like a Nike shoe box. The seats in the back of the car are split 1/3-2/3 and so I have to put the 1/3 part of it down to get Zach's bike in. Every time I put it in and take it out, the handle bars scrape the roof of the car. Every time I say "I am NOT doing this again" and I do anyway. It's been good, really because the boys get to ride their bikes and get out some pent up energy. Especially Max who is normally a lazy boy. It's been good for me too because I've been walking a lot. I'm sorta bummed that it's raining today because we won't be able to go.


So, now that I've gone completely away from the subject I was actually going to write about....here are some pictures I snapped while we were there on Monday.




Max sharing his unusual find.



He fell asleep watching the front wheel turn. And yes, that's a Darth Vader sticker on his stroller..it says "Who's your daddy?"...his name is Luke..get it?




Some sort of aphids the boys found under a milkweed leaf. I think they're very cool looking!



Looking for caterpillars



What a cutie!





He was trying to run away from me so he could eat the flower.


Max showing Luke his cicada nymph skeleton. He found tons of them under the Oak tree.


Cicada Skeletons

We had a nice time and I hope next time we find lots of interesting treasures!

Conversation Starters!

It's Thursday and that means it's time for my conversation starters with Zobmondo!
Just a reminder of the rules:
You MUST choose one or the other, you can't add to or take away from the question to suit your answer.
The question:
Would you rather...
As a woman,
have quadruplets
or
have four babies, all 10 months apart?
My answer?
This is a hard one. I guess I'd have to go with quads. I think I'd rather do it all at once than to do diapers for like 6 years straight.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Wordless Wednesday

Wordless Wednesday









What? I have teeth?

This morning while getting the boys ready for school, as I do every morning, tell Max to go brush his teeth. This is the conversation:

Me: Max, go brush your teeth please.

Max: Why? When did we start THIS?
Me: When did we start what Max?

Max: Brushing our teeth morning AND night?
OH MAX!

Monday, September 14, 2009

Seriously?



I don't know what made me notice this or why it bothers me, but seriously? Look at the outside package of the butter. The salted butter has a red outer package and the labels on the sticks are blue! The unsalted package is blue and the sticks red! What? Why? Some sort of stupid joke? Trying to confuse us? I think it's kinda funny actually. What person came up with that idea? "Yes, that's what we'll do, a switcharoo on the colors, perfect idea!" Yep, it's the little things...

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Conversation Starters!

It's time for my weekly conversation starter with Zobmondo!
This week's question:
Would you rather....
Have one long, thick, furry eyebrow across your entire forehead
OR
an inordinate amount of ear and nose hair that cannot be removed?
My answer?
Well, I'm thinking since it doesn't say I can't get the unibrow waxed, that's what I'd choose. If I'm not allowed to wax it, at least I can grow bangs long enough to cover it.
What's your answer?

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Twas the night before school...






Twas the night before school, when all through the house, not a child was stirring, not even my spouse! The backpacks were laid by the door with care, in hopes that they wouldn't leave them there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of recess danced in their heads. And pappa in his flannels and I in my apron, he went to bed and I was a-bakin'.

When out of his room, Max came with a clatter, pappa sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the hall I flew like a flash, turned him around and started to laugh.

The dirt on the bicycles lain in the front yard, today they had been ridden really quite hard. Morning came and what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a sleepy sixth grader ready to start a new year.

With brand new clothes and even cologne, he thinks with the girls he will surely be known!

I wake up my Max and give him his slacks, he dresses with speed and I don't have to plead!

Patties of sausage and eggs on the table, I tell them to come eat whenever they're able. Finish with haste we've no time to waste, if you don't clean your plate you're sure to be late.






It's really quite strange we're actually early, they've plenty of time to make they're teeth pearly.

To the top of the porch, to the front of the car, having ten minutes to spare sure is bizarre! We buckle our belts and the nervous energy is felt, we go down the road, we're finally in school mode.

I drop them at school and Zach looks so cool, with his new skater look, he's off the hook. His wristbands and chain complete his outfit, he's sure looking hot, there's no doubt about it!

Max's face looking so excited, with his friends he'll soon be united. My heart filled with pride and I almost cried as I watched my first grader wave see ya later.
Now I am home and what do I hear? So quiet and peaceful I could shed a tear. We're so happy to begin another great school year, but soon we'll be wishing for summer to be near.
What will Luke do with the house to himself, no brothers to bother him and mom to his self! He'll nap without being woken and I'll be soft spoken for mommies love naps more than babies perhaps.
I think I will clean and make the floor sheen for a very brief stint my mirrors will glint. More than two rooms this time I'll take away the grime until two thirty and they make it dirty.

It seems my kids got a couple of extra days at home. My boys just went back to school this morning and mommy is one happy camper! I started writing this last night but couldn't keep my eyes open, so I had to finish today.

Cookie Giveaway?


So I've been wanting to start giveaways lately and wasn't really sure how to get started. I'm wondering, since I'm a baker selling on Ebay, if anyone would be interested in a homemade cookie giveaway? Good idea? Bad idea? It's okay, be honest!

Jillian Michaels' Fitness Ultimatum 2009


Should you buy it??? NO! Let me tell you why....


Let me first start by saying that it's not all bad...just mostly.


Jillian Michales' workout game is for Nintendo Wii and is compatible with the Wii Balance Board but also works without it. When first turning it on it prompts you to set up a profile with your name, age, height and weight. If you have a balance board, you can weigh yourself on that. The next screen allows you to personalize your character by making it male or female and choosing clothing colors. Once that's done you can go to the main screen which is set up like a camp. The cafeteria is where you can go for fitness and diet tips, most of which, I've found aren't helpful. There's a multiplayer option which I haven't tried, office, stats and training. Choosing the option to train brings you to your workout.


There are 4 different types of workout to choose from. Weight loss, intervals, strength training and hill climb. The descriptions are as follows:

Weight Loss: Helps you lose weight

Intervals: Maintain a steady workout

Strength Training: Increase and maintain muscle tone

Hill Climb: Build your endurance and push yourself

With each you are able to choose your time limit of 5, 10, 15, 30, 46 and 60 minutes and intensities of light, medium and hard. I've only done medium. With each one you start off running in place and swinging your arms. You run through a park on a dirt path past trees, trees, benches, and more trees. No flowers, no people, no nothing. How long you run depends on the length of your workout. At an hour it's approximately 4 1/2 minutes. After each running session, you do things such as paint grenade toss, cannon attack, handcar pump, log jump, boxing, punching bag dodge and more. I have been finding that only with this particular game, the Wii controls aren't sensitive enough. About a quarter of my workout has been spent shaking the controls now knowing why they don't register on the game.

As I said before, the graphics are awful! The workout is set to the worst music! I actually find it much easier to get through the workout if I turn the volume down and turn on my own music. And I have to say that Jillian isn't very motivating. Unless you call random insults motivating. Such as "I could have done it better than that." Not my idea of motivation.

So, I'm very happy that I'm only borrowing it from a friend and that I didn't actually pay for it. At first I did like it, but I got tired of it very quickly. It does it's job of getting you sweating, but I hate exercising in the first place, the last thing I want is something that's boring on top of it.


I also have to say that after 372 customer reviews at Amazon.com, this game has only a 2 star rating (out of 5.) Hmm...shouldn't that be a clue?


Now just remember, this is my opinion and there's always gonna be people who like and dislike things. If you have this game, let me know if you like it!

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

King Scotty!


This is a picture of Zach (r) and Max (m) with my friends son Scott (l). Now just look at how my boys are looking at Scott....and see how Scott is eating it right up? It's so funny how the younger guys worship the ground these older kids walk on. How they think every joke is hilarious. They're the smartest, the fastest, the best dressed, the funniest. This is how my boys feel about Scott. Seriously! It's the funniest thing.


Scott came to babysit once and since then my boys haven't stopped hounding us to go out again so Scott can come over. "No MOM, you can go out, really...PLEASE! Why can't you just go?...ah, can't ya feel the love?! Max had so much fun with him that he locked the front door when his mom came to pick him up so he would have to spend the night. Ha...a five year old having a sleepover with a fifteen year old. That would have been the highlight of his summer!


My boys were the lucky recipients of some hand-me-down clothes from Scott...Max got one of the shirts and wore it for 2 days straight! I had to force him to take it off so I could wash it. The best part was when he was putting it on, he said to me "hey Mom, it even SMELLS like Scott!" HAHA! Dear Lord!



This is Max's birthday party this summer. Scott came over with his mom and brother and lets just say we ended up with a mud pit in the back yard. I let Zach have some buddies over too and just look at all of them gathered around Scott just hoping they're the one that gets chased by him with the water. Because we all know that would make THEM the cool kid too!


So Scott, in case ya didn't know, you've got a couple of fans over here, so anytime you need a little ego boost, come on over!


Giveaways....?

Okay, I've searched and searched and posted on twitter and on mombloggersclub.com and can't get any info. I really, really want to do giveaways on my blog but have no idea how to get started! Can anyone give me some info? Pretty Please?

Momma's littlest helper

Momma's little helper









Helping Momma with dishes.



And cleaning the fridge.











And he's an organizational expert!




(He made the mess, not me..)






He's learning early on how to coupon!


And trying to be like his big brothers.

Ah, the reasons there are no two rooms clean at one time in our house.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Soulful Sunday



I love this picture of my boys at the Bronx Zoo. This year was our 9th annual trip to the zoo, our Mother's Day Tradition. We go with our children and their grandparents.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Choose Your Battles

I love this phrase and remind myself of it daily as I raise 3 little boys and 1 very big boy. Fighting battles like putting the toilet seat down, even if there are more of them than me and getting the pee INTO the toilet and not spraying it onto every surface of the bathroom. The battle I've given up on is keeping their bathroom fresh smelling and I've decided that with 3 boys all 5 years apart, it's bound to reek for the next 17 years weather I like it or not. That or make them sit like girls to pee (which I threaten to do on a regular basis.) Like taking drinking glasses out of their bedrooms BEFORE the milk curdles and then finally dries out and you can't figure out why your room smells like vomit and foot funk. I know, ewww! Comes with the territory I suppose.

And I'm wondering why, when the garbage can is in the cupboard under the sink, do they put it IN THE SINK? Or when all of the spoons are dirty (all 3...they've lost the other 5) do they have to use my plastic ones I keep for cookouts and such instead of washing one. Or they get a drink and not only leave the container out, but don't clean up the sticky juice they spilled on the counter that's now dripped onto the floor and between the counter and the stove? Perfect to attract those colonies of ants I'm battling to get rid of.

I wonder why my hubby always leaves the car without gas, leaves his dirty socks under the end table and candy wrappers on the couch. Why he thinks he's done a thorough job cleaning his whiskers OUT of the sink and completely ignores the ones stuck to the faucet and all surrounding areas. Why HE has to use the toilet right after I've cleaned it. Again, I know...ewww. But come on, I can't be the only one!

Some things I guess are never-ending battles.

Go Fish!


Zach casting with his grandmother watching





This morning my in laws took Zach and Max fishing. They picked them up at 8am and headed out. I had to send Max with a breakfast goodie bag because he wouldn't eat and well, I worry about them being hungry. So away he went with his Nesquik, a bag of grapes and some not-so-healthy snacks into their grandfathers pickup armed with all their fishing gear. I have to say it was nice and quiet here for a couple of hours with the big boys gone, Cory sleeping in and the baby napping. Mommy had plenty of time to sign up on twitter and get herself completely confused!

Max fishing...in his underwear...don't know why?!

About an hour ago I heard the telltale sign that they were home...the dogs barking their fool heads off. In ran Max with a Ziploc bag containing his catch. The only Ziploc bag...my loud, dancing around, fidgeting boy was the only one who caught a fish and not only did he catch one, he caught 9! My father-in-law's face was completely animated as he retold the events that had happened at the lake. He said Max, in his underwear (haven't figured that one out yet), did this funny knee wiggling, butt shaking happy dance every time he caught a fish. At one point I guess they got a fish off the hook and it was flopping around the dock while Zach was about laying on top of it trying to catch it and it flopped itself back to the safety of the lake.

Zach watching his reflection?


Wish I could have seen it, but glad they got some time away from us and some nice bonding time with their grandparents!

Twit What?

Okay my friends...I've signed up for twitter...now what? I'm feeling very overwhelmed and kind of behind the times here. What's your best advice for me in using twitter?

My goal in signing up for twitter is to promote my blogs...but I don't know what to do now that I've signed up! Help a "living under a rock" friend out and guide me a little! THANKS!

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Al's Big Buys 9/3

Beware all you health food nuts...this post might make you cringe.......


I know it's been forever since I posted on a grocery trip. I honestly haven't gotten enough fabulous deals to make it worth it. This week was a pretty good week.




Let me start by saying I couldn't go shopping until hubby got home with the two eldest after soccer practice. I left my house at 8pm...ugh. I'm already tired, been dealing with a whiny baby all day, boys arguing and on top of late shopping, afterwards I had to bake a cake.




As I'm shopping I go by the ladies room and decide I'd better go then before I got to the other end of the store. So I'm in the stall and there's this little girl with her face up against the crack in the door trying to look in at me!!! O-M-G! So I slapped my hand up in front of her face so she couldn't see me and she stayed right there 'til her mom was done in the other stall. Seriously? NOSEY-RUDE! Ok, I get over it and continue on. Here's the deals I got the past 2 days.


23 Nesquik Chocolate Milk on sale for $1.00 each minus .80¢ coupon = .20¢ each


20 Reese's Peanut Butter cups free with coupons!


20 NY Pretzel Pretzel-fills on sale for $1.84 minus $1.00 off coupons = .84¢ each.


12 Luigi's Italian Ice on sale for $1.66 minus $1.50 off coupon = .16¢ each


20 Tony's Crispy Crust Pizza on sale for $1.00 each minus .50¢ off coupon = .50¢ each


8 Turkey Hill Ice Cream on sale for $1.77 each minus $1.00 off coupon = .77¢ each


9 Jif Peanut Butter on sale for $1.99 minus $1.10 off coupon = .89¢ each


3 Quaker Granola Bars and 2 Quaker Instant Oatmeal total for all 5 with coupons/sales $4.48


No coupons but worth mentioning was ShopRite butter for $1.49 per pound. I got 20 pounds...I'm a baker...I LOVE butter sales!


So in the end I got $294.35 worth of groceries for $186.70 for a total savings of $107.65! WooHoo! Love it!




Conversation Starters!

I have this book called Zobmondo. This is the craziest book! It is "The outrageous book of bizarre (pff...I've been spelling that bizzare..lol) choices" and some of it's content is pretty crude. So inside the book it gives the description of Zobmondo...

Zobmondo: a slang expression derived from the negative exclamation "zob," to express horror, pain or frustration: "Mary tripped over the log and stubbed her toe. 'Zob!' she cried." Zobmondo!! expresses the utter dismay that zob cannot begin to describe.

The purpose of the book is to inspire ridiculous, fun conversations and debate. You MUST answer the question. No changing the question or saying "well I would do it IF."

Zobmondo!! offers a warning before reading the first question: Proceed with caution. This book is only for those with a twisted imagination. Be prepared to leave conventional thought behind and join the ranks of the demented and insane.

That being said, I'd like to start a weekly Zobmondo conversation starter! Here's the first question....

Would you rather get a bad case of poison ivy way up inside your nose or inside your inner ear?

My answer? My ear of course! I'd much rather be seen with my finger in my ear than up my nose!

What's your answer?

P.S. you can find Zobmondo!! at Amazon for really cheap.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Buffering.....Buffering.......Buffering

I cannot even tell you how much I -heart- dialup....*blink*blink*. No, really! Nothing makes me happier than to wait a full 20 minutes, yep...TWENTY minutes to upload a picture *sideways smile* to blogger and facebook! If I'm having a really lucky day, my laptop will overheat and shutdown with no prior notice *double thumbs up*. Or one of the kids OR dogs will trip over the phone cord leading to said laptop and pull it out! Joy! Joy I tell you!

Youtube? Pff....what's that? Seriously! It's fabulous to be able to watch half second clips of any given video so a 2 minute video takes about 4 minutes.

On the phone with tech support.....them"Okay Mrs. ***, if you'll just log onto the internet, we'll talk you through it"....me "hmmm.....well? I'd LOVE to but you see, I live on this street, it's only a half mile from houses with high speed...I'm not the only one on the road otherwise I'd understand. There are 11 houses within that half mile. ELEVEN. So sorry Mr. Techy Guy, you won't be talking me through anything." NICE.

So I think my property taxes should be lowered for being in a less desirable area, afterall, high speed internet is almost a necessity these days, right? Pff...

Have You Seen......?


Have you seen my cake blog? Looking for more followers........just click on the words "cake blog."


Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Out of the mouths of Boys

I picked up my nephew Adam this morning because my sister had to work today. He'll be 7 in 13 days and my son is 6. The following is the conversation that was had between pick-up and my home...

Adam: This road is bumpy. Ya know, the road at God's house is GOLD!

Max: I know, someday we'll live at God's house.

Adam: You know, you can ask God for anything and He'll give it to you! He uses magic and if you want something sour, you just ask God and BAM! you have something sour!

Max: Yeah, like I would ask for an arcade. He'll use His magic and make it for me, all I have to do is ask.

Adam: A CASINO! And one for only 6 and under (after all, he hasn't turned 7 yet). But only 2 old people. One would be my dad, my dad's realllly old! He's 40!

Max: And someone from my side of the family?

Adam: Yup!

Max: Okay, Pop. Ya know, the one with the barn? Yeah, Pop.

Adam: Aunt Allie? How many hours do we have?

Me: Five buddy.

Adam: Let's see, 1 hour is 60 minutes. Two hours is 120 minutes.

Max: How many minutes do we have?

Me: We have 300 minutes. Hey Adam, how did you get to be so smart?

Max: Duh, he's got a big brain Mom!

Me: You have a really big brain right Adam?

Adam: No I don't, just have a look at my fist!

Oh dear Lord! I thought I would die of laughter! My nephew, the comedian. I seriously hope my sister is writing down these things that come out of his mouth!

Note to Self:

Note to Self:

Do NOT fall asleep with a cough drop in mouth or it will end up a sticky mess underneath your pillow!

(yep, this is what happened to me last night, nice)