So, now we're a pride?

Oh yes he did. He went there. We were just talking about the resiliency of kids and how when Ryan was little there were several "mishaps" that happened to him. A can of Pepsi accidently skimmed his forehead (that was my fault), he fell out of the high chair (that was all Steve and a farther distance, thank you very much) and fell out of a swing face first into sand (that one was Grammy!). And we were remarking on how those things (and many others) haven't seemed to affect him very much at the ripe old age of 15. Steve said, "in fact, he's kind of cocky. You know this reminds me of a pride. When a lioness has one male he pushes the boundaries of the dominant male. The "lion king" will only take so much of it before he tells the young lion to get the hell out and find his own place." Um, yeah, it's like this at my house. The young lion and the lion king and I swear these conversations actually take place.

Oooo La La

There's really nothing to Oooo La La about but it sounded good! Actually I have a Awwww, la la moment to report. Came home today at lunch time and my awwww-mazing husband had the kitchen clean, the floor swept and mopped, the last loads of laundry dried and the chicken marinating. Oh, and he vacuumed too! He pre-cooked bacon for breakfast tomorrow (which, in itself is totally worth accolades! I love me some bacon!)and took out all the trash. In the entire house! Eat your hearts out ladies (and maybe a few gentlemen??) he's taken. Forever!

Do you need an exam?

No, really. When was the last time you had a check up? A "yearly". A "girl appointment"? If it's been awhile, get one. NOW! This is a PSA to check ya self before ya wreck ya self.

I've had two women 2 days apart tell me that they need a biopsy or surgery for cancer. One breast and one cervical. I know it's uncomfortable, I know you don't want to do it. But if you don't do it for yourself do it for your families. They worry about you. They care about you. Make an appointment today!

Blogger Gone Wild!

So my home page on my computer is MSN. On MSN comes juicy little tidbits of information. It's just sitting there on the page, almost daring you to click on the link so you can read the story in all its full, gory detail. Now, I'm not one to read the "celebrity" ones very often, mostly I scoff, yes, scoff at the one liners and say out loud, "who cares!!!??". However, sometimes I just can't help myself and I got sucked into two stories on Wonderwall.

First, Kelly Osbourne's fiance apparently likes transgenders. According to the story, Kelly called off the engagement because she found out he had an affair. With a transgendered girl. Boy? Actually, I'm not sure. I think he's a boy because he has a penis but looks like a girl with clothes on. So, he's a she and Kelly's ex fiance likes that. Kelly, apparently, does not.

Second, Vince Neil the lipstick god of 80's hair bands is headed to prison. Prison. Vince Neil. Bet he wishes he'd rethought that whole lipstick thing now. He still wears guyliner I guess, so... Ok, but that's not really the big dealio because it's 15 days in prison for a DUI. Pshhhawww. He also owes more than $1 million dollars in back taxes and the feds are after his hiney. Suppose they will have to wait in line, he's got to get his hiney out of the pokey first. But here IS the big dealio. The thing that shocked me most. He's turning 50! Vince Neil. Is turning 50! Fifty, people! Now that's just hard to wrap my brain around.

Uppin Our Game

Last night Steve and I were talking about the dreaded "holiday" coming up. Yep, Valentine's Day. It's all hearts and flowers and we're not all hearts and flowers. Neither of us is overly romantic and we've never really done anything "special" on this day. But last night I said we should probably try to be more "romantic" towards each other. He said, "Leesh, after 16 years of marriage you want me to be romantic? I don't know how to be romantic." I said neither do I but I feel like I needed to "up my game" in that regard. So, here's the scenario last night: we ran out to get Subway and Steve had unwrapped my sub, put it on a plate, made me a glass of Pepsi and let me sit in the "big daddy chair" to eat it. Oh, yes ~ my heart just swelled at that! However, when I asked for a refill he said, "don't go overboard or anything on this whole romantic thing." Yep, that's MY guy! So, we'll keep trying to up our game and do nice little things here and there, not because we have to but because we want to.

Pity Party Part Deux

Yes, yes, another pity party for me. This has been the week from hell and I'm so done with it. Except I'm not. I still need to "fix" what is wrong. And I don't know how I'm going to do that. We still have a leak, no washing machine because of it, not enough money from the insurance company and a contractor that I liked on sight but still has not given me an estimate or my paperwork back from the insurance company. On top of it the blessed wedding shoes arrived today and came no where close to fitting my wide effin feet! AND on top of that Ry has the flu. The REAL flu, not just the "I feel sick puke, puke" kind of flu. The "I see gangsters from Beyond Scared Straight in my dreams, Mom" kind of flu. Fevers of 102 degrees and body chills kind of flu. The preventative Tamaflu for your family costs nearly $400 dollars kind of flu. AND, I text Steve to have him bring something home and between the text and him calling me back I forgot what is was that I wanted him to bring home. Being a grown up sucks!

Party bus!

So this morning I was thinking about the boys games that we travel to. Not sure how the basketball coach handles it but the football coach/parents provide food, snacks and drinks for the boys when they have an away game. My thought is this: why not take the big bus for parents? Put a cooler in there, fill it with beer and what-not, have a big mess of subs with all the fixins and run it up to where the boys are playing and then head back. Not saying a bunch of drunk parents should show up or anything but think of the fun it would be to be drunk on the way back! With a designated driver! Let's start a petition to the school board. Who's with me?

Oy vey

Is it Oy vey or Oy vay? Either way I'm sitting here listening to the "snake" the plumbers are putting down the pipe. This is the 3rd or 4th time they've done this since we've lived here. Our basement has various cracks and pipes are put together in a somewhat nonsensical way. Apparently the dishwasher/sink/disposal uses the same pipe as the washing machine so every 6 months or so it gets clogged and starts backing up. Our washing machine is the only appliance that gives us a sign. It starts leaking. I still haven't figured out where the water is coming from exactly. I mean, yes, the pipe, but the pipe is never wet and neither is the ground underneath the pipe. But underneath the washing machine is wet. Also, there is no drain in the basement to make this not run towards the side that is slanted towards my sons room. Therefore water just runs straight towards the shared wall. Now the plumber just informed me that it's not coming up through the crack but doesn't know where it's coming from yet. We went back into the bathroom and there is now black water coming through THAT pipe. It's not sewer water, thank God, but it's not dirt either. That's never happened before. The carpet outside the bathroom door is saturated. Saturated. Carpet. Equals mold eventually. And the linoleum has been soaked too but there is no water coming from where you would think water would come from to just have water sitting there!!! I have no idea where this water is coming from. My idea would be out through cracks in the cement, under the linoleum and under the carpet. But he doesn't think so. Now, I'm not a plumber or a rocket scientist but wouldn't that make sense?? I feel a large bill and a headache coming on. And moldy carpet (which was just put in 2 years ago).

Yes, I'm one of THOSE parents....

My kids play sports. So I'm a sport's mom. I take my kids to practice, pick them up from practice, sometimes stay for the whole practice and cheer them on at their games, even if they are sometimes a 2 hour drive away (realistically sometimes I just can't make those ones). I make sure Ry has something to eat for either the bus ride there or the bus ride back or money if they are going to stop. We shop for special shoes, special pants and even special socks. So I'm invested in this. I'm IN. Therefore, I really want to see our boys win. Whether it's Ry's freshman team or Z's 5th grade team I want to see a win. I want to see them make those other boys suffer, just spank them up and down the court or the field. Ok, that's a little bit harsh, I actually feel bad if our boys win by too much.

So I sit on the sidelines or in the stands and I yell. Not at the boys, of course, but just yell in excitement, encouragement, etc. Like today, for instance, Z's team was playing basketball and seemed to have a hard time remembering to get UNDER the basket and to REBOUND. So a few of us were kind of yelling (i.e. reminding) at them to "help out!", "hands up!", "rebound, rebound!", "get your guy!". Now, I'm not for sure, but I think the few of us were the only ones yelling this stuff to our kids. Maybe we were just so loud that we couldn't hear the coaches from where they were sitting? Anyway, the other team just started out kind of spanking us but we were able to "rebound" in the 2nd half. The other coach was really taking it out on his kids. I didn't like that. But at the same time, I was kind of hoping that some of the kids would take an elbow to the gut and puke and have to be taken out of the game. Or maybe they'd fall and hurt their knee. Not permanently, of course. I'm not a barbarian! I just wanted out kids to win. We lost, 17-14, but it was a good 2nd half. Now if they could be an all quarters team instead of just a 2nd half team, maybe I could relax a little and not wish the other team bad luck. Until then, I'll be the one yelling, I mean encouraging, from the stands.

A girl and her shoes

So...I found them. Shoes. For. The. Wedding. My online search for shoes has finally paid off and they should be in my hot little hands and on my very wide feet within 10 days! They were on clearance and even with shipping they were under $30. It's like a shoe dream come true! They are "wides" but that doesn't necessarily mean Alicia wide. Keep your fingers crossed and pray that they are and I can just be done with the whole thing!