Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Way back WHEN-sday


ca. 2006
3 years ago, my work decided to form a co-ed softball team. I hadn't played since I was 14 years old, so off to the garage I went to dust off the good ol' glove (my favorite since childhood), softball bag and bats (which BTW were sooooo short). I was forced to buy a new batting glove because there was no way I was going to be able to fit my hand into something that small, and some sliding shorts (because for some reason I thought my body could still handle sliding into home base and I refused to have my leg all bruised up.)


Our team name?

THE OZBALLERS

I know the name was tacky, but the name goes hand in hand with the hospital I am employed at.

Trust me, it works.

Every Friday night we headed over to the park before the game so that we could practice. My glove was a little stiff, so it was nice to be able to bend it back into shape. None of us were exceptionally good, and I liked it that way. You either need to enter a league as having a really well coordinated team, or you need to go into it completely sucking all around. Sad to say, we were the latter.

We had double headers every Friday night, so it was quite the long day for those of us just getting off a 12-hour shift to play. To be in our regular street clothes besides the scrubs, the uniforms, or the professional wear was a nice change. We all look so different and I think our personalities come out more when we are not at work...obviously.

So we ended our season with maybe only a handful of games we had won (primarily due to teams that had forfeited), but that's ok. We had such a great time, and there were moments when we knew we were losing so bad that we literally had to laugh our asses off because it was just so damn funny.

The best part of the night?

Post-game drinks


Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Reading early


A month ago I saw this on TV, and Big A and I were so impressed with what we saw. Recognized expert and Infant Researcher, Dr. Robert C. Titzer developed a program to help your child learn to read early. He states that there is a "natural window of opportunity" for a child to learn to read between the age of 3 months to 5 years (which I think most of us moms already knew.) During this time, children can not only learn to speak a language but can learn the written word as well.

Now, I'm never a sucker for some of these infomercials that sell me things like the Tiddy Bear or the Rejuvenique Facial Mask or the Snuggie for dogs, but after reading up on this doctor as well as seeing the various children online and on TV that are recognizing words as young as 6 months--I'm impressed.

The D man is already 10 months old, and I read that it would still be a good age to purchase this item. So I think we're going to try it.

Anyone tried or heard about this program?

Monday, September 28, 2009

Mosaic Monday: The Push

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Silent Sunday

Friday, September 25, 2009

The babies have arrived.....

....for my costume at least.


This Halloween I am going as Octomom.


After some well thought out planning and some creativity (from myself of course), I have decided to go as Nadya Suleman.

Slowly but surely I have been gathering the bits and pieces for my costume. It's been pretty easy and will probably be the cheapest costume I have ever put together.

Nadya's scraggly hair?
Check!


Noah, Maliyah, Isaiah, Nariyah, Makai, Josiah, Jeremiah and Jonah?

Check!

Stupid black or dark striped shirt that I feel she wears all the time?

Possible check!
(I am sure I own something similar to this flattering garment)

Big Angelina Jolie lips?

May or may not need to get them.

Still need to purchase them, but if I don't, I can definitely draw some fabulous big lips on myself.

And there you have it. My costume for Halloween 2009!!

Thursday, September 24, 2009

First Field Trip

Yesterday, Little A had his very first field trip to the Hall of Flame Fire Museum. I decided to go with him and volunteered to be a parent driver as well. This was the second time I have been there in my lifetime. The first time I was there, I was Little A's age.

The one thing I remember?

Huge Fire trucks.
That's about it.

But what do you expect? That was almost 25 years ago. :)

Seeing the excitement in Little A's eyes as he peeked through the window of the museum before we entered, reminded me of how I probably was at that age. It's something new, it's something large, and let's face it, fireman in their fire trucks are almost superheroes to us at that age. They're just pretty darn cool.

The kids had a story read to them and were given instructions on calling 9-1-1 and getting out of the house when there is a fire. Some of the kids had the cutest comments, and at times I felt like I was almost in tears at how adorable they were.
They got a chance to climb aboard a fire truck and try on helmets and firemen garb.
They watched a video on fire safety and their tour guide showed them how to stop, drop and roll, crawl on the ground when there is smoke and how to check the door if there may be fire on the other side.
The D man enjoyed the trip too.
Afterward, they got a chance to run around in a playhouse that was set up to show them where potential fire hazards may be, and also gear up and try out the fire truck that was just their size.


His 1st field trip was definitely a success and I am so thrilled that I was able to go on this trip with him.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Way back WHEN-sday

8th grade
ca. 1993/1994

I look at this pic and wonder why I thought rolled up shorts were cool.

I was in middle school over at good ol' O.M.S. (GO FIREHAWKS!!). It was my last year there before heading off to high school.

Any time I think of 8th grade, I think about this picture. I was amongst a great group of friends and this would be the last year I would see any of them for a VERY long time. Most of them were going to the same high school, or at least the same district. My family was moving into a different school district and I would be meeting an entirely new group of people. That was fine, but for the first month or so of High School, I missed my friends from O.M.S.

Luckily through networking, the internet and even just being out, I have been able to get in touch with everyone in the picture above.

Relationships aren't always lost.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Another loose tooth

Please excuse the Nutella all over his face.

Little A discovered his new loose tooth this past week and he's wiggling it every 5 minutes. Well...not exactly, but it sure seems like he's touching it all the time.

This will be his 3rd tooth that he is losing, and he's thrilled to have that wonderful and generous Tooth Fairy come visit him again.

I wonder how much she'll leave him THIS time......

Monday, September 21, 2009

Mosaic Monday: Tigger

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Silent Sunday

Thursday, September 17, 2009

One black purse too many

If there is one thing that I really like, it's purses.

Not shoes, not some name brand coat or blouse, but a purse. It doesn't have to be a designer purse by any means either (we're all on a budget here aren't we?). I like any purse really. Big ones, small ones, 2 handles, 1 handle, no handle, clutches, totes, swaggers, satchels, envelopes, hobo bags, pouches, minaudieres, shoulder bags--you name it.

It never fails too, any time I go shopping for something completely unrelated to clothing or accessories like a trash bin, I always end up looking at purses. They are just so cute and I love thinking about different outfits that I could wear with those purses too.

But I have a slight problem.

What is it?

Glad you asked.
I only have black purses.

Ugh, I know. You're asking, why does someone who absolutely loves purses have only black purses? Well, if I knew the answer to that question I wouldn't have this problem, would I?

My explanation is this. Black goes with everything. So I think that when I purchase a black purse, I KNOW it will match almost everything in my wardrobe.

About a month ago I went purse shopping. As in, I actually went to the store for the sole purpose of buying a purse. Not the situation I explained a couple paragraphs back about shopping for other things and ending up in the purse section--NO. I went to this store with the intent of buying a new purse. I wanted to branch out a bit and get something different.

"Something with color." I told myself.

I saw a red clutch, a mustard shoulder bag, and a purple hobo bag. All were priced reasonably and felt really great when I held them. What I ended up with was a grey purse instead.

So much for branching out.

It was super cute and it looked great with the outfit I had on at the time. For some reason I don't have the balls to buy a colored purse. I can't do it.

One of my co-workers loves purses as well. The only difference between her and I is the fact that she really only buys colored purses. Every time she walks into work, I can't help but notice her purse. Always a different style, a new fresh color and SO cute! So I hit her up last week and asked her if she could just become my purse shopper for me because I, for some reason, am unable to buy a colored purse. She obliged and hit me up this past weekend with a cell photo of this Kathy Van Zeeland purse she saw at the store:

Same style, but the purse in this pic is brown and the one she was looking at was orange. I loved it, but I told her, "If it's something that you would get for yourself--get it."

And she did.

And now, I am happy to announce that I am the proud owner of a colored purse.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Way back WHEN-sday

I'm posting quite a few on this one. Back in November of 2005, we took a trip with my in-laws, my sister-in-law and my brother over to the Dominican Republic. We had such a wonderful time. Little A was only a year and a half at the time and he loved it!! (so please ignore his expression in the pic below)


We stayed at a resort in Punta Cana. There was nothing better than laying out on the beach, or swimming in that crystal blue water with endless drinks on hand.

During our stay, we ventured out in a jeep tour and saw how people live there. Brightly colored homes were everywhere. We even got a chance to visit an older lady at her home. At night, the mood was completely different. People were partying and livin' it up. Nightly performances were done on stage and there were even some performances that involved the audience which was fun.We had such a nice relaxing time while we were there. It's amazing what you miss out on in life when you can't get out and travel every now and then.
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