Jul 13 2007

search phrashes 1

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Just about every blogger has done this, some make it a regular thing.. I’ve resisted because.. well… it wouldn’t have been that interesting.

But in looking through my stats, a search phrase popped out that I just HAD to share.

But I’m going to milk a whole post out of this, so we’ll start with the boring ones.

cheap fake tutus
— for a second when I saw this I thought, ‘fake ta-tas? sorry honey these are all real!’

happy mokes
mokes
baby mokes
cute mokes

— i always have some sort of mokes search in my stats. it’s a standard. ironically, i’ve no idea what a moke is. i just know something with that name does exist.

impatiens little black bugs

purple bedroom and bathrooms

vigamox eyedrops
putting eyedrops in toddler’s eyes
administering eyedrops to children
how to give eyedrops
can i give my child eyedrops
sulfacetamide sodium opthamalic solution
child blinks and rolls eyes
how long to give eye drops for pink eye

— if you’re us… forever..

how to harvest seeds
— i get this one a lot, actually. It’s easy and fun.

and here we go.. the search phrase that led me nay, FORCED me to post this…

can you sew the placenta to the uterus

Um. I have no idea. Nor do I think I want to.

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Jul 12 2007

artwork

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I’m hoping that this square of wallpaper I purchased last week arrives today:

Hanna Werning wallpaper from rare device

It is going to hang in our guest room, whose walls, painted a medium brown shade (I call it, ‘Melted Chocolate Ice Cream’) I’m totally digging on more and more.

I am going to keep my eye out for a light blue vase to go on the bedside table.

This is all part of my decorating plan of “getting a clue BEFORE buying shit.” I often see things that I like or think I like and subsequently purchase, all to get it home and realize that I’ve no idea where to put it or if it even goes with what’s in the room already. I end up sticking it somewhere that doesn’t really fit it and pondering on what my style IS EXACTLY ANYWAY and wondering how other people manage to do this so easily. As such, I’m starting to build quite the design/ house/ decorating blog list. It’s my new obsession.

As such, I think colors are the place to start. I’ve been thinking a lot about colors to go on the walls of our main level. It’s all very open and connected, so I think 1 main color with some accent walls will work best. I currently in love with the brown/blue, brown/red, brown/pink, brown/green combinations (although I don’t want a pink wall, I just don’t have that kind of chutzpuh).

I’m pretty content to just mull it over for a good long while and make sure it’s what I want. The blue and brown of that newly purchased artwork however — I’m leaning toward it for our living room, except with maybe a deeper brown.

Seriously, how could you not love brown?

-amy

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Jul 12 2007

morning IM

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raineyamy: hi
jameseypooh: hi
raineyamy: how’s it going? how’d they do?
jameseypooh: good
jameseypooh: kids did good this morning
jameseypooh: Ariel and Batman, that is
jameseypooh: I don’t know who Ethan and Jocelyn are
raineyamy: LOL

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Jul 11 2007

a day with jocelyn

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Yesterday was fun. I was working, and Jocelyn was able to play pretty well by herself. It was interesting just to watch her. Ethan always settles down with his boy toys (legos, cars, transformers, construction machines, you name it) and will play while usually stating every 5 minutes, “Come play with me mommy!” It gets pretty old.

jocelyn

Jocelyn is different. She has never known a life of just playing on her own. Her brother or her schoolmates are always there. I’m not saying she’s NEVER played alone, but it just isn’t a common occurence. First she kind of wanders around, sometimes taking my suggestions, “What’s that? I think Julie is crying! (her doll) I think she needs her breakfast!” (Jocelyn scampers off to attend to Julie) sometimes not. She loves to dress up, and so at one point she had on her poofy pink dress up dress on, a pair of swimming goggles on her forehead like a headband, and was kicking a soccer ball over the house while wearing a pair of dress up shoes, which I just loved. (And yet did not grab a picture of, doh!)

Probably more than 5 times, she said, “Let’s go get my brother,” and I had to tell her that it wasn’t time yet. She just wasn’t quite sure what she was supposed to do all by herself. She always follows Ethan’s lead and she missed him. She also insisted that I stop calling her Jocelyn. For about an hour she was Cinderella, but then for the rest of the day she wanted to be called Ariel.

arial mylar balloon pinned to jocelyn's wall

She was doing good at naptime (during which she took off all her clothes and put on Ethan’s, including his underwear, and then climbed into his bed to snuggle in) until the auto shop called and said my car was ready. They also said they could pick me up. So no nap for her.

jocelyn in ethan's clothes

I’d been kicking around the idea of a combination ballet/tap summer dance class for her because a) she is always always dancing. dancing and singing, that’s my girl, and b) loves loves to dress up and twirl around and c) hello! a dance class! for toddlers! need I say more, SHE WILL LOVE IT! So after we picked up the car, we went to target to check out their supply of leotards and tights (too big on both counts) and then went to the dance center in our community to sign her up.

jocelyn twirling

Class starts TODAY, so we went from there to pick up Ethan and then to a dance shop in Manassas to get our supplies. The dance center said that since it was just a summer 6 week class, the cheap tap & ballet shoes from wal-mart would suffice. I don’t shop at Wal-mart, but I also didn’t want to pay out the nose for supplies for a 6 week dance class. I broke down and called them to see they actually had tap & ballet shoes, and they said they used to carry them, but now didn’t. I also called k-mart and target, and no dice. So we went to the very nice dance boutique and got Jocelyn real pink leather ballet shoes and sweet little white tap shoes. I’m glad I didn’t have to step foot into wal-mart, to tell the truth.

The nice lady got her fitted with shoes while Ethan found the stash of toys in the corner and kept himself busy. Jocelyn stood on the square of hard floor in front of the mirror and watched herself stomping and tapping and clicking her tap shoes with a look of utter delight on her face. We picked up her tights and leotard from there too. Now that she has real stuff instead of cheap fake stuff, maybe we’ll do a session or two of dance during the year as well.

When I was a little girl, for one of my birthday parties, we had a dancing theme. I remember my mom made tutus for all my friends and we all danced around to Olivia Newton John’s “Let’s Get Physical.” I also remember when I got my first pair of ballet shoes. I wasn’t in ballet. I did take ballet (and modern dance, and gymnastics) years later when I was about 10, but my first pair of ballet shoes my mom ordered for me from a catalog when I was 4 or 5. I remember the day they came, and putting them on with my leotard and long pink tutu.. my mom says I hardly ever took them off. She said I was dancing all the time.. dancing and singing. I wonder where Jocelyn gets it from 🙂

jocelyn dress up dress

This morning Jocelyn excitedly told Ethan, “Today is my dancing class!!”

I hope it will be a hit. I want to stay and watch the class (at least the first one!) but am torn because I know Ethan won’t be able to sit still for an hour. I guess we’ll see how it goes. I should have put a movie on my video ipod.

ps – the mystery fever is gone, but there is a notice up on her classroom door saying how hand foot mouth disease has been spotted in her class. GREAT. I don’t think that’s what she had, but now I’m just hoping she doesn’t catch it!

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Jul 10 2007

peter pan

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i’m working at home today, with Jocelyn* at my side. Peter Pan The Tinker Bell movie is on, and Jocelyn is watching it with wide very attentive eyes.

She turns to me,

“Mommy. I want you to show me how to fly.”

I told her we would need to have pixie dust for that, so unfortunately, we’re stuck.

Now she’s watching and every now and then she says, “I don’t have dust. We need a fairy for dust.”

*She had a mystery fever yesterday evening that we think might be heat exhaustion or just being overheated.. I was staying home today anyway because my car? after it comes to a stop and I turn off the engine? Well, the coolant in the coolant reservoir starts to boil. It stops again if you turn on the engine (which we did to see if the fan was working). Odd, eh? It’s at the shop being poked and prodded, which I’m sure will cost us an obscene amount of money. Oh Honda Civic Hybrid, how I long to own thee!

-amy will throw you to the crocodiles

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Jul 06 2007

new banner for july

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I don’t think I like it. Colors aren’t quite right, just dashed it off. We’ll see how long it lasts. Cute boy with a cute cute “look” though 🙂

crazy mokes - july 2007

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Jul 06 2007

robots! and pink eye!

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First off, go see this blog of robot drawings. They make me so happy! You can suggest a robot for her to draw! I requested a kitty-bot! in a litter-box! Go see!

In other news, Ethan woke up with pink eye this morning. Will the FUN NEVER STOP??! We suspect some snot nosed kid from school gave it to him.

Blah.

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Jul 05 2007

happy 4th of july

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UPDATE:
My friend Ann pointed me to this petition, let’s hope it helps:

“Congress must force Vice President Cheney to respond to its subpoenas. If he continues to obstruct justice and disregard the rule of law, Congress has no choice but to begin impeachment proceedings against him.”

Sign the petition.
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On this, the day after the 4th of July, I urge you to watch or read this commentary by Keith Olbermann. I would suggest the video.

I don’t usually get political here. a) i usually isolate myself from the political news (more and more and more with this administration, it only brings heartache) in ways which include big cardboard boxes and tin foil hats to block the mind control rays (i do occasionally let the daily show in though) and b) let’s face it, am *I* really going to change your mind if you don’t agree with me? Probably not, so I don’t go there.

So I’m breaking with that convention because a) this is so past the level of acceptability that how, HOW can one not speak? It’s like… I tore my hair out years ago when he snooped on us without a judges’ consent and then they all used yahoo instead of their official emails and the list just goes on and one and you just get so tired of not beleiving this could HAPPEN that you just have to splutter and gape and it still feels so useless because hello! I’ve spluttered and gaped SO MANY TIMES IN THE LAST SEVEN YEARS and b) this piece was just perfectly done.

Olbermann: Bush, Cheney should resign
“I didn’t vote for him, but he’s my president, and I hope he does a good job.” -John Wayne, after Nixon was defeated by Kennedy

But just as essential to the seventeen words of John Wayne, is an implicit trust – a sacred trust: That the president for whom so many did not vote, can in turn suspend his political self long enough, and for matters imperative enough, to conduct himself solely for the benefit of the entire Republic.

Did so even before the appeals process was complete; did so without as much as a courtesy consultation with the Department of Justice; did so despite what James Madison—at the Constitutional Convention—said about impeaching any president who pardoned or sheltered those who had committed crimes “advised by” that president; did so without the slightest concern that even the most detached of citizens must look at the chain of events and wonder: To what degree was Mr. Libby told: break the law however you wish—the President will keep you out of prison?

In that moment, Mr. Bush, you broke that fundamental com-pact between yourself and the majority of this nation’s citizens—the ones who did not cast votes for you. In that moment, Mr. Bush, you ceased to be the President of the United States. In that moment, Mr. Bush, you became merely the President of a rabid and irresponsible corner of the Republican Party. And this is too important a time, Sir, to have a commander-in-chief who puts party over nation.

I will get back to the zucchini i picked andthe quilted bookmark I made and cute funny kid stories tomorrow.. But right now I’m too busy spluttering and gaping.

Hope everyone had a lovely holiday.

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Jul 03 2007

blush

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raspberry

tomato

CAN’T WAIT.

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Jul 02 2007

we just figured out our wii number

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so if you have a wii and want our little mii’s to talk and visit, poke me on the comments and we can exchange wii numbers!

The kids’ made their very own little bobble-dudes and they’re very cute.

Bobble-dude looks very strange typed out. It’s better when you say it out loud. It just rolls off the tongue.

Bobble-dude.

Bobble-dude.

Bobble-dude.

Bobble-dude is what the little lego men are called in my family. We don’t actually call the Wii people bobble dudes. That just popped into my head just now. The lego guys are actually called mini-figs, but not in our house. Bobble-dude is what I grew up with, and bobble-dude it shall be, forever and ever, amen.

I sometimes take pictures with my phone, see. Like on vacations when you wish I’d just leave dead blog space for a few weeks, but nooooo I insist on taking blurry pictures with my camera phone.

I also often send myself email. Like account numbers or notes to myself.. just to have it in the abyss that is gmail’s email storage, ready for me to pull up with just a few clicks of the gmail search.

I have a super secret email address that my blog knows about and goes and checks every hour. If anything is in that inbox, then my blog goes and POSTS it! So see I can be out in the middle of Moab, taking pictures of dirty kid’s knees with a big hovering red rock over them, and them just send it to my super secret email address and BOOM! Blog post! Look ma, no hands!

So can you guess what I did? I sent myself a little note about the website where we order the very special cat food which prevents crystals from forming in our cats’ bladders, because that would mean = peeing all over the house and that would mean = bad bad bad and so yes, i sent myself a note on what the username and password is for that account, and did i ACTUALLY send it to myself?

No! I didn’t! I sent it to the super secret blog email address and sent it to all of you! DAMN YOU AUTO-COMPLETE! Lucky for me, I never actually put down the actual password, I just put down a phrase that will remind me of what my password is, because storing your passwords in a non secure place like gmail is a dummy dumb dumb thing to do.

bobble-dude.

bobbledude.

bauble dood

Dumb.

So yeah, that’s what that weird item about the garbled veterinarian thingee was.

-amy, bobble-dudes 4-ever!
-amy’s password is not bobbledude. Just FYI.

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