Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Drowning.....

....in laundry, that is.

I've been putting it off for quite a while now. Not that I've been wearing dirty clothes or anything, but I am down to the clothes that I don't like wearing. You know, the ones that are so last year, the ones that are a little snug in the waist, and "period" underwear....yeah those too.

I usually wash our faves and then pile the rest to wash later. However, later turned into a week which turn into a couple weeks, which turned into months.....literally.

Needless to say, I need to devote some laundry time (although I am dreading it).

My posting will be a bit sporadic this week, as I just need a break from everything. My last post this week will be tomorrow. "Wordless Wednesday" makes it so easy for me.

HAVE A SAFE AND HAPPY 4TH EVERYONE!!!!

Monday, June 29, 2009

Splashing around at the zoo

I went to the zoo on Sunday with some of my HS girlfriends. We had a great time despite the 113 degree weather. Ugh....it depresses me to even have to type that because "113 degrees" and the word "weather" should never be in the same sentence.

The Phoenix Zoo has 2 splash parks that we just had to take advantage of on this hot day. Oh, and can I tell you that there may have been only 100 other people as crazy as us to be out there. The parking lot was pretty empty and Little A and some other kid were the only ones on the carousel. Hows that for a blazing hot day at the zoo??
D enjoying the circle of water. Trish, Steph and Stace keeping an eye on the kiddos.
Little A sliding down the water slide.
Angel hiding in the tree.
Thomas cooling off his bottom.
Trisha and Alyssa ready to go home.
Steph and Thomas goofin' around.
Stace and Angel enjoying the hot weather....kidding.
Little A took this photo of us.
I hardly posted any pics of myself because I looked like ass. Seriously. I was sweating like a pig and I went in the water and played with Little A, hence the major fro deal going on with my hair.

Ahhhhhh....summer...........

GOOD TIMES!!!

Saturday, June 27, 2009

"Mama"

D has been babbling "Ba ba ba," "ga ga ga" and a whole slew of other sounds, but today he officially said my favorite word, "Mama."

I was sooo thrilled when he said it and luckily there was a camera with a recorder on the counter in front of me. I quickly grabbed it and filmed him saying it again.

**Don't forget to turn the player off at the bottom of the page first before you watch the video.**

video

It is moments like this that make being a mother, worth it.

"Mother: the most beautiful word on the lips of mankind."

--Kahlil Gilbran

Friday, June 26, 2009

Losing the King of Pop

I check out the news online, and I see Michael Jackson's image over and over again:

As a kid with a huge round fro that resembles those ice cream punch cones that I owned as a child....

As a greasy haired guido with a leather jacket like the picture up above.....

And there are the ones that mock his transformation and his mysterious "I've never had plastic surgery" nose.....

And yet, despite his eccentricity, the accusations about his behavior with children, and his reclusive lifestyle--the world loved him. We somehow deep in our hearts, had a place for him, his music, and the lessons he taught us and our children.

For many of us, this week (especially), was a week of deaths that sort of blindsided us all. It started with Ed McMahon passing away, then the lovely Farrah Fawcett followed 6 hours later by the King of Pop, Michael Jackson.

Enough already!!

I think the world has had enough celebrity deaths this week....Dear God, please stop.

As I was on my way to work last night I listened to "The Girl is Mine," "Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough," and "Black or White." In fact, if you turn your station to 104.7 right now, you will STILL be able to listen to his music run non-stop. All over again, I was reminded why I really enjoyed listening to MJ. But sadly enough, things felt different as I cranked the volume up and bobbed my head up and down as I sang "...It's black, It's white. It's tough for them...." just as those people did in the video as their faces were morphed from one face to another. The song, somehow, didn't carry the same energy.

It's like when MJ passed away, his music kind of went along with him.

I was never a hard-core fan of MJ. I never owned any of his posters, or T-shirts, and I think I can count on 1 finger how many of his CD's I actually own. I never had a crush on him, never went to any of his concerts, and never tried to track down his Neverland Ranch in California. A whole lotta "nevers" here, but for some reason, there is still a whole lotta love and respect for his music. And yes, I like using the word "lotta" here.

I guess it's not too surprising that his death completely overshadows the other two celebrities that passed away this week. Definitely, no surprise at all. He brings with him an entire nation of followers dreadfully upset and hurt with his sudden demise.

A kid at heart who lived an abusive childhood, a questionable skin change and a quirky adulthood of a 'Peter Pan' type lifestyle, his music made us forget about all of it.

Though I hate to spout off cliche's....really I do. I believe he is in a happier place. No more media crowding him......

no more constant doubts about his lifestyle and kids........

no more white glove.

Just music.

Wonderful, wonderful music.

To quote MJ's favorite character idol, Peter Pan....

"Forget them....Forget them all.

Come with me where you'll never,

never have to worry about grown up things again."

I think he even knows he's in a much better place.

Much better place.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Prank calls ain't what they used to be

As a child, prank-calling was fun. Perhaps, even an indoor sport. We used to prank-call at sleep-overs, and even when the parents were out and we had absolutely nothing else to do with our friends to kill some time.

I remember thumbing through the phonebook under "Whitehead." For some reason, we always ended up calling an old lady named Luvena Whitehead. We would ask for "Luvena Blackhead" and when she said that there was no one by that name, I would tell her "Oh sorry, wrong pimple."

Ok, so as an adult maybe it isn't as funny. But when you're a kid and you randomly call people asking for someone else--it is.

I'm sure that if you are my age and you watched "The Simpsons" as a child, you may remember Bart and Lisa calling Moe's Tavern asking for:

Oliver Clothesoff

Al Coholic

Jacques Strap

and my all-time favorite as a child:

Seymour Butz

to name a few.......

My brother and I had phone numbers from the airport payphones. I'm pretty certain that anytime I was there, I wrote down the number so I could use it in the future for a good prank call. I thought it would be funny to call one of the payphones (because you know some dumb schmuck will answer it) and then ask the "dumb schmuck" if there is a 'Mike Rotch' around. We were surely jumping up and down with laughter. Unable to contain ourselves at times, and even ruining the prank all together because we just couldn't get the name out without giggling.

I also remember a time when my brother and I randomly pressed numbers on the phone and reached a gentleman with an answering machine message that was entirely too long and completely different than anything I had ever heard before. This gentleman never picked up his phone--at least that I can remember, so it was great that my brother and I could continue to call this guy over and over again without him picking up the phone.

I think at one point we even shared the phone # with our mom, because it was so damn hilarious. We wanted her to listen to it as well. Believe it or not, to this day, I still remember the greeting on the machine. It went a little something like this:

"Ahhhh, spring. I'm probably outside in the garden right now up to my elbows in mother-earth....planting flowers and vegetables. But don't hang up! Just start talking so I'll have time to drop my trowel and come running to the phone, because I do so VERY much want to talk to you."

Ridiculous right? But a the same time, kind of poetic.

What's sad is although I enjoyed prank calling as a child, my kids will never be able to experience it the same way I did as a child. With caller ID's, and *69 last call return, the phone companies have made it nearly impossible to prank-call without getting caught.

What's the fun in that?

Yeah I know there are things like *67 which allow you to block your own number, but then you have these smug yuppies that have "no call blocking" attached to their phone so you'll never be able to get through without them knowing who you are.

It's a shame.

I'm sure in the future, things with the phones will become more complex. Probably something where your face pops up every time you call someone...I don't know.

I guess the only place my kids will be calling (when they get to the "prank call stage") will be airport payphones.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Wordless Wednesday


Monday, June 22, 2009

My daily deed

I was pumping gas at the gas station by my house today. While I waited for the gas to fill up my tank, I leaned up against the car and watched as a lady in a van was watching me nearby. My first thought was 'Oh crap, this lady is a psycho and she's getting ready for everyone to leave so she can mug me, steal my kids and ride away in my SUV.'

I finished my tank, and hurried furiously as I saw the lady drive closer. My next next thought was 'Ok, maybe she's disabled. My tank is closest to her so it's easier for her to get out and fuel up, or maybe she REALLY wants to use the tank that I am at even though there are several other tanks available to her.'

As I scrambled to get Little A into the car (he was out because he likes to help me), the lady drove up closer, got out of her van and walked right up toward me and Little A. I grabbed Little A close by me as she handed me a note. My next thought was 'Oh great! This is a deaf lady trying to ask me for $.'

Wrong.

I'll explain why I thought this later on in this story.

I was correct on half of that thought though. She WAS deaf.

The note mentioned the name of a place, cross-streets, and the name "Mike." She held up her finger for me to wait as she ran back to her car. My thought? Gun.

Wrong.

She was grabbing a pen and paper to write on.

When she came back, I signed to her, "Are you deaf?" To which she asked me if I knew sign language. I told her I knew a little, and then I proceeded to inform her that the place she was looking for was a church nearby and it was a block away. She still didn't really know where she was so I signed to her that she could follow me.

Let me just inform you that I took Sign Language in college as my "foreign language elective." After taking French in High School, I felt like I knew enough to get by in France (which I did), and opted for something else in college. Thus, I entered the silent world of signing. I loved it, became my teacher's favorite student (at least in my mind) and excelled in ALL of my work and exams without missing a point. That's right....I scored 100% on everything in those 4 semesters of Sign Language. I guess you could say that I was pretty damn good at it. Sorry to brag.

I still am.

I used it on Little A when he was younger. And he learned very quickly how to sign things to me without having to ask for it. I plan on doing the same for D.

Back to the story.

So I drove slowly up the street about a block, and turned into the church. I whipped around and signed to her that this was the place. She thanks me over and over again.

And I thanked myself for having done a good deed today.

Oh. And that thing about a 'deaf person trying to beg for $'? It happens. In fact, a little too much. One of my Deaf Professors stated that there are many deaf people who considered themselves disabled while other Deaf individuals don't consider it a disability. Many take advantage of being deaf.

It's pretty sad.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Happy Father's Day part 2

To my hubby, Big A,

You are perhaps the most amazing father there is....

You always take the time to show your kids a lesson or two....
and you're so great at pleasing both of them at the same time.
You may be completely tired in the morning, but seeing their bright faces makes you happy to be their dad.
You always have a way of making them laugh....
And a way of making them both feel soooo special.

Little A and D are very lucky to have you as their Dad. You should feel proud.

"Any man can be a father. It takes someone special to be a dad."
--Author Unknown
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!! WE LOVE YOU!!

Happy Father's Day part 1

It's not very often that we get to take the time out to tell people why we think they are special to us, why they mean so much to us, or why we thank our lucky stars that they are in our life. It is with pleasure that I thank one of the greatest men to ever enter my life--my dad.

If I could send one big thank you for all those things you did for me:

the toys you fixed for me when they were broken,

the board games we played when you were tired and didn't want to play,

the time you took out to help me perfect my softball pitch,

or read me a book at night when YOU were ready for bed.

I thank you.

For all those times when:

you cheered me on at my ball game even when I wasn't doing so well,

or helped me learn how to swim and raced with me to end of the pool,

or when you attended my musicals and plays and waved at me when I was on stage so I knew you were there watching me,

or when you taught me how to drive.

I thank you.

For those moments when:

you were up late at night wondering where I was because I didn't call,

or when I did call and you were upset that I was still out,

or when you helped me move into my dorm or apartment having to make several trips up and down the stairs with furniture because the elevator was out of order,

or when you waved proudly as I walked across the stage to receive me degree.

I thank you.

For:
supporting my decisions in life and criticizing all some of my choices,

and shaping me into who I am today.

I thank you.


And when I grew up into the woman that I am; with another man taking caring of me, and two little kids by my side.......

You smiled proudly........

Because all those things you did for me as a father........

were all worth it.

I thank you, Dad.

Happy Father's Day!!

Friday, June 19, 2009

Coconut Cake Recipe

Ok, so back in December of last year, I had this magazine mailed to me and I just wanted to eat up the front cover.
A FREAKIN' DELECTABLE COCONUT CAKE!!

Seriously though, does it get any more delicious than that?

I have saved this magazine the entire time; simply to drool over the front cover while also keeping the recipe inside as neat as can be without having Little A tear it up.

I've decided that I am going to make it for Father's day, and I can't wait. Apparently this recipe became really popular and it's become difficult to find online, so I've decided to share it with all of you if you love coconut as much as I do.

It's a double-layer cake that has a strawberry filling which I am actually not going to do since the hubby doesn't like fruit. Yeah I know, weird, and perhaps I'll blog about his hate of fruit some other time. For now though, I'll be adding just a coconut frosted layer in the middle of the 2 cakes in place of the strawberry preserves.

You can find the cake recipe here and print it out if you are interested.

If you decide to make it, please let me know. I'd love to hear how it turned out.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

"Magical Lagic"

That's a term that Little A has been using around the house lately. At first I thought he was repeating something he misheard from one if his kiddie stations, like perhaps he meant "Magical Logic" or maybe he heard it after watching "Magic's Biggest Secrets Revealed."

Not only do I hear him mention that word, "Magical Lagic," over and over again, but somewhere in that little mind of his, he has also created a song for it. It consists of only those 2 words but he sings it over and over again in varying pitches and tunes.
He places two rings on his right hand (1 blue, 1 green) and zaps rays of "Magical Lagic" that shoot out of his rings--his version of course.
He believes that "Magical Lagic" makes people happy when they are upset or angry. All he has to do is place the rings toward your face and zap you with "Magical Lagic"--PRESTO! You are happy!
We put on our sad faces and had him zap us with "Magical Lagic."
Hate to say it folks---it worked! :)

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Honest Scrap--Pouring from the soul

The "Honest Scrap Award" is not for those that can tell a good fable, exaggerate a story or two, or animate a tall tale in their blogs. This award is for those that are honest in their writing and can pour every little bit of their life into a well-formed verse. Piece by piece until it forms a wonderful allegory....elegantly written, and brilliantly put together.

I am honored to be viewed as one of those writer's by Mommy Dearest, who graciously and generously passed this award to me.
Thank you Mommy Dearest!

"The 'Honest Scrap Award' comes with a caveat or two. Firstly, you have to tell your readers 10 things about you they may not know. Secondly, you have to tag 10 people with the award. Thirdly, let all the people you've given the award to know that they've gotten it (comment on their blogs or something). And finally, make sure you link back to the person who awarded you."

Let's Begin!!

1. I refuse to share dairy products with other people. I think it's gross and completely germy (is that a word?).

2. I am a realist. I don't believe that "Everything happens for a reason," "That was meant to be," or that "Things will just work itself out." Nor do I believe in horoscopes.

3. I find vanity plates completely annoying.

4. I'm not a "shoe person." I don't own a ton of shoes and I never pay attention to other people's shoes either. I wear flip-flops 365 days a year.

5. I hate being woken up before my alarm clock goes off--even if it's a minute before.

6. I listen to music A LOT, but I do not own an IPOD and I do not have millions of CD's.

7. I prefer college football over professional football.

8. When someone tell me their "dream from last night." I tend to tune out because I find it completely boring.

9. I love the winter season.

10. I cry like a baby when I see a roach. I am terrified!

It is with pleasure that I pass this award on to:

Bekah @ All Things Squishy

Xandi @ Party Of Four-The Atkinson Family

Camille @ Keeping Up With The Badgers

Tara @ The Ronquillo Crew

Jenny @ Meet Virginia

Debra @ Debabblings

Sunshine @ Every Day Changes

Stacie @ Stacie and Jason

Allison @ The Famous Amos'

Gigi @ Conceptual Reality

Wordless Wednesday



Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Why I love AZ.

Check out the beautiful sky. Big A took a picture of this from our backyard last week and I just had to share. Breathtaking, isn't it?

Monday, June 15, 2009

Big Swim Day for the D Man.

The D man just turned 7 months on Sunday and it was well past his time to try out the pool. We may have put him in sooner if the weather were just a tad warmer since the sun is hardly out these days. Strange weather for the summer (in my opinion).

All decked out and ready to go.

Although the weather was quite crappy (overcast) on Sunday, I think the anxious part of me took over and I opted to let D have a swim in the pool. The pool was cold and my poor little guy was very upset in the beginning. It took a bit for him to feel comfortable and to get adjusted and let the water warm up a bit.

Hanging out with Little A in their inner-tubes.
Warming up in the sun.
Taking time out with Daddy.
The only time I would ever be able to hold Big A like this.
Water feet.
Just chillin'.
My heart.
Seconds before I tossed him.
We all had a great time in the pool despite the water being terribly freezing. Can't wait to bring him back in when it'll be a little warmer.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

yum!

Ok, quick blog...sorta busy this weekend.

We went to Takamatsu's in Chandler for some sushi. I was craving it, plus, we were anxious to try this place out. A co-worker of mine (who I think has fabulous taste in food) told me about this place and swears by it. He goes there all the time and raves about the $20 all-you-can-eat sushi.

I KNEW this was something I had to try out even though Big A was a little skeptical about eating sushi at a primarily Korean restaurant. I did a little research online and they had fabulous reviews for their Korean BBQ and their sushi.

Let me just say that my all-time favorite sushi place is Todai. They had one here in Phoenix for a while, and I was completely bummed when they got rid of it. If you ever want to try it though, you'll have to go to their closest location to us: San Diego, where you can sample their football field length all-you-can-eat sushi buffet.

In the meantime, I will take Takamatsu's. The people that worked there were super friendly and the sushi basically melted in my mouth. Delish!

Friday, June 12, 2009

Glad it's over

About a year ago today I was a giant stressball. I was heading my 10 year reunion and I had spent nearly 2 years before that, prepping for the occasion. On top of it all, I was also pregnant with D. It wasn't fun, but being in charge of a committee full of wonderful people who were such an incredible help made it a little easier for me to deal with such a huge amount of stress.


It was around this time last year where we were getting down to the wire with the final details.

What was the final head count?

Why are there still RSVP's arriving after the deadline?

Why is this person upset with me that they didn't get an invite when I had been trying to get in touch with them for so long?

Should we switch some items on the menu and go with the roasted round of beef or the chicken marsala?

What else should we add for the centerpieces?

Who's going to work the front and check everyone in?

How come the nametags aren't printing out correctly?

All of these, and more, are the reasons why I was such a royal mess last year. It was time-consuming and I literally felt like I missed out on Little A's life that year. We were holding meetings, I was on the internet 24-7, I was texting more often than I normally do, and even while Little A was playing soccer all I could think about was the reunion. I was in constant communication with the committee, and yet I felt like having an exchange of words with my husband about [insert topic here] was taking time away from something I should be doing for the reunion. It was the worst feeling in the world.

I'm still trying to figure out how I can get 1 year of my life back.

But the time has passed and my reunion turned out better than I could have ever imagined. I was glad that our class had the reunion party that we truly deserved.

Cheers to such a wonderful group of people. And as hesitant as I am to say this, I am looking forward to what's in store for us for our 20th.

Click here to view our class site!

Hopefully I won't be a stressful mess.


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