Our Weekend

This weekend my sister and baby Seamus came for a visit.  We ate Chicago style pizza, went to the science museum, the aquarium, played yahteez, scrabble, clue, and laughed our faces off.  This entire blog post would be plastered with photos of Michelle and Seamus if it were not for her intense privacy demands.  I included one pic where you cannot see Shamey's face.

I love my sister!

Birthday wish list

Preppy penny loafers from ninewest:

A new laptop to replace my broken one:

Jcrew bright chunky sweaters

Pretty dress from piperlime:

Charm of finches poster:

Like Mother Like Son

A few days ago Andrew had an assignment to write about something that happened over Christmas break. I overheard him and Aaron talking about it in the living room while I was doing flashcards with Amelia.

"Write about going to Mexico." Aaron told Andrew.

I didn't think much about it until the following morning when I was packing up the kid's lunches and came across the essay he had written sitting on the Kitchen table. I read all two pages and couldn't believe it. It was pure comedy.

He opened up the essay by stating that we had visited his grandpa in Mexico whose girlfriend was thirty years younger than him. He proceeded to mention that his grandpa had a woman who lived in his house who was homeless and pregnant. She was going to give her baby to Grandpa and his girlfriend. Next he talked about how there were twelve pit-bull puppies in their yard. To add even more flavor he brought up all the dangerous fireworks Grandpa had bought him to play with.

I am expecting CPS any minute now.

Despite the embarrassing content, I have to say the story was highly entertaining. My boy can write.

The Mess That is Me

I bought red jeans and I am wearing them right now. They are totally ridiculous. I’m in love with them. Also, I bought a pack of cigarettes yesterday. I know I am terrible mother. This will not become a habit. I will only have one a day in the afternoon when my house is dead silent and only the dog is home to see what I am up to. I will never buy a pack ever again. Promise. I feel intensely stressed out over silly things like the fact that I can’t seem to do anything right. I am a mess.

Conundrum

I am working on an article right now that is based on the controversial lifestyle choice of a couple of friends of mine. It’s killing me. I keep rewriting the intro over and over and over again. I get about 1,000 or so words into it and then delete the whole damn thing. I am so afraid of offending people and losing friends over this piece that it has become a huge headache. I know that once I finish it will be great but I am just wondering if it’s worth it. I am trying to find the balance of writing an excellent story while at the same time being a good friend. Arghh. I don’t know if I can do it.

Happy 2012

Things that happened in 2011:

Saw a dead guy at Lake Murray

Learned how to properly tweeze my eyebrows

Witnessed my son get attacked by a swarm of bees

Went to Chicago for my mom’s 60th Birthday

Went to Mexico lots, and lots of times

Spent three amazing days with my childhood best friend

Got paid to write

Spent lots of girly-girly time with Amelia

Saw two whales

Enjoyed the sight of wild parrots in my backyard

Joyfully witnessed Andrew become more mature

Learned how to Skype

Finally joined the digital age when I received a cell phone for Christmas

Carted Jake to and from his guitar lessons

Was trapped in a Laundromat while undercover agents pointed their guns at two criminals

Met the girl my brother-in-law is going to marry and actually like her

Made of couple of great new friends

Have a kid that is experiencing puberty (not fun)

Dyed my hair blonde--again

Fractured my wrist when I fell off a chair because I am a delicate old lady

Locked my keys in my car twice

Became a homeowner

Realized that I suck at gardening

Bought a king sized bed

Lost 20 pounds gained 10 back.

Appreciated Aaron even more due to his Zen like patience of my shenanigans

Discovered the awesomeness that is Cosmo’s, my local coffee shop

Thanks to Amelia, Started watching the sunset on occasional evenings while
sitting on a blanket on top of my truck with the kids.

Started really bonding with my dog by taking super long leisurely walks
through my neigborhood with her.

My new favorite shoes

When I was in preschool my friend Christine had ruby red shoes. I coveted them to the extreme.  I got some for Christmas.  The five year old me is giddy.

La Jolla

Having an out of town guest was a perfect excuse to spend three days exploring San Diego.