Not right

The only thing I am going to say about the issue going on in Wisconsin and the teacher's unions is one thing I find completely offensive is this:
http://newsbusters.org/blogs/scott-whitlock/2011/02/17/fox-news-highlights-nazi-hitler-signs-wisconsin-pension-debate-netwo

To compare a governer I know nothing about to a dictator who murdered, and I mean killed, millions of people is the epitome of ignnorance.
I do not support  this governor, nor do I support the unions, I am a divided person, but to say your governor who wants to cut your pay is the same as sending millions of people to the gas chamber just because of who they were, not of how much money they make, is so sad.
The reason this country was founded was equality and the ability to say what you want. But to outright lie, is so sad.  I cannot even imagine the family of survivors of war camps equating your suffering to theirs. Please, again, I am not taking sides, just noting that some of these protesters need to realize that to invoke Hitler's image is to shame themselves.

Little angels?

I wonder if kids’ personalities are known when in the womb. My daughter Grace gave me such migraine headaches my ob prescribed Tylenol with codeine. I was constantly tired and had to take two naps a day once I was on maternity leave. I was constantly exhausted. If I knew than what I know now, I would have upped it to three naps.


These days, I still have headaches. Normally they occur daily to the point of “Grace, knock it off. “ or “Grace, can you please just stop talking for a minute.” It is a miracle if I don’t hear, “What are we doing today?” at 6:30 in the morning. I really don’t know, I would just like to brush my teeth first.

Tonight we put Megan to bed and walking down the stairs I said, phew, one down, one to go.

Grace followed up with a big sigh and said, “Let’s just go downstairs and rest Mom.”



I know I like a picked up house. It might not always be clean, but at least I give the impression I don’t have two kids and two dogs. I asked Grace to pick up the living room. “Mom, dad isn’t coming home tonight.” He actually was out of town, but sheesh, I like it a little neat!



Now, my little one, gave me no side effects when I was pregnant with her. I had a little morning sickness, nothing serious. The only thing she did was somersault throughout my tummy, to the point I thought she was going to come out through my belly button. These days, she comes up to me, lays her head next to mine, and steals my food. This kid is one tricky, sneaky, scary, love of my life.



Any thought to number #3 is completely out of the picture. I already feel outnumbered.

An oldie, but a good picture of these two, devil/angels..

Things that scare me.

This is a different post than my other ones. I decided to get off kids topics and explore other ones.
I saw an informercial tonight that actually really freaked me out. So, I thought I would post things that scare me.

1. Typical, yes, but clowns scare me. They never used to, I always wanted to go to the Bozo show. I just think as adults, we actually realize that it is not normal for a 50 year old man to dress up, put on makeup, and giggle while making balloon animals.

2. Any extreme sports. As I have gotten older, I have started acting like a 60 year old woman afraid to break her hip. On our latest vacation, I just didn't want to get on a jet ski. I know that sounds unreasonable, but, growing up in the JAWS era, I seriously thought my leg would be gone by the time I got back to the beach.

3.Comedy shows. I just really want to enjoy a good laugh, but these days, someone is always trying to make a laugh out of someone else. I just envision some obscure comedian trying to make a name for himself pointing me out, and me saying, "You won't like me angry."

4. Obscene amount of body hair. I just think of the movie, 40 year old virgin, and I just want to get some wax.

5. Finally, this guy,

I saw him on an informercial spouting this stem cell cream. Just because of him, I won't buy it.

Poopy Head

I feel like I need to go back to school, well, at least to take a writing class.


I have all these stories in my head, but unable to articulate them. Hey, there you go, I said a big word.

I am stuck at home with two kids, two dogs and a working husband. My days consist of simple sentences and what to feed them next (the kids, I mean). I get to hear my 2 year old say, “Poopy head and bad mommy.” Than I say, “Grace, stop saying that, Megan repeats everything you say.” People wonder why I can’t put together a complete sentence. I just say, poopy head.

I look at all these moms who are suggesting fashion sites for themselves or their kids, I don’t even know what LMAO is, until my husband, who just joined Facebook told me. I am so screwed when my girls become teenagers. Is there a class for parents besides baby class? I never thought I would need help.

I so thought I would know everything and nothing would get past me, now I am seriously worried!!

This is why I need to go back to school, I just went from my kids saying silly things to worrying about them 10 years from now. Can someone say run-on paragraph?

One more please....

I have decided, after spending 5 days in Mexico, with no preservatives or salt, to start cooking this way at home. Easier said than done. First off, try explaining to your 4 1/2 year old that we won't be having any more frozen dinasour chicken or having her try some natural rice. She actually did pretty good, though I did cheat and added some refrigerated rolls. The chicken was dry and the coating was terrible. Cornmeal just didn't do the trick.
Of course, while I am making this meal I am having my daughter practice writing her name for her Valentine's Day cards, at the same time my 2 year old is saying, "Bad Mommy."
It is definitely a hard thing to cut out all those preservatives these days. What used to be regular food is now called "natural". I am going to keep trying to have our meals as healthy as possible, but we will still have fruit snacks and yes, donuts!
And, I am thinking, yes please, I need a 2nd glass of wine.