Big Girl Crushes

Surprising as this might seem, there are days that my DH is not quite so dear. How many times does one need to be asked to go to the dump? Instead of clearing a dish onto the counter, how about putting it in the dishwasher? Hmm, same goes for clothes in the wash. There are many fine qualities to this man, but sometimes they get hidden by day to day life. My solution for this is to have a crush. No, I am not saying affair! No, I am not saying I don't love my husband. It's a middle school crush for pete's sake. Who, you ask, do I have a crush on? Do they live in town? Can we start some local rumors? Should I hide my husband under lock and key? No, no one local, no one I've ever met, no one I've ever seen in person, just your average sports guy and news guy.
Crush #1Tom Brady
Quarterback for the New England Patriots and newest Stetson guy. I mean even if you don't like football or the Patriots, you have to think this guy is beautiful. And he is a really nice guy. At least that is what my sources tell me. So he had a baby out of wedlock. Nobody's perfect. I bet he would go to the dump for me without me reminding him.

Crush #2

Dan Abrams
Has a show on MSNBC at 9 EST most weeknights. This picture does him no justice at all. He is not drop dead gorgeous like Tom Brady, but he has beautiful eyes. It's all about the eyes. Anyway, he is who I try to tune into every night. He is a lawyer, he has conquered testicular cancer and he is very sarcastic. Hmm, me liking someone sarcastic. He is very witty and gives opinion of top news items of the day. He has a segment at the end called Winners and Losers and either trashes or praises people for things they've done that particular day. It could be political people, random people, movie stars, anyone is fair game. I like to believe he would come home at the end of the day, pour me a glass of wine, and sit and ask me about my day and LISTEN to my answers.

So there you have it, my 2 school girl crushes for today. These join the list of other long ago crushes, Erik from the Bay City Rollers, Shawn Cassidy, Donnie Osmond, Ingemar Stenmark, Phil Mahre, Rob Blume, etcc..... The priority of what I look for in a person changes as I get older, but the eyes don't.

Uses for Snow

A medical break through today. B still with the fever and now with leg pain. K and I came up with a great way to ice the legs. We just shoveled snow on her, went in and had hot chocolate and when we came out, she couldn't feel the pain in her legs anymore! I'll have this in some medical journal before you know it! It gave a nice rosy color to her skin too, much better than the pale gray she had been sporting this week.

The snow is quickly melting in our balmy 40 degree temps. K became creative sledding down the big wall. This could use a good caption, but I am too tired to think of one. Can you?

Snow Day

We got a foot of snow yesterday and last night! Haha to anyone who says it never snows on Cape Cod. Ok, well it doesn't all that often, but it is fun when it happens! The wind's still blowing about 30-40 right now, but somehow my DH thinks he is going fishing tonight. LOL. The check book must be haunting him. So K and Gretel enjoyed the snow today as did my 2 nephews J and C. The funny thing about this snow is that there are 2feet in some spots and an inch in others.



This didn't seem to faze them as steps and walls were included in the fun they were having.
Where was B? She has had the flu since Saturday. That's what I am calling it anyway. She has had high fevers, sleeps a lot, hasn't left her favorite chair much and has colored about 100 pictures. She was up with a 104 fever last night talking about the zipper in her head that was shooting colors from it. Hmmm, got to love a good fever talk. Threw her in the shower and gave her some advil all the while praying that she wouldn't have a seizure (heard this happens with high fevers and this was a high one for her). I knew an ambulance would never make it up our driveway with a foot of snow and it not being plowed. I was imagining me bundling her on the sled and carting her down the driveway. Thankfully, none of this happened. She just became very chatty. She was asking me all sorts of questions like, "When you played softball in high school were you better at throwing or hitting?"I asked her where this was coming from and she said that she was just trying to make conversation. Mind you this was at 3:30am! (I was better at throwing, by the way).
This morning I decide that she does need to go to the Dr. so I shoveled part of the driveway, DH was watching from the window. He becomes paralyzed when it is below 30 degrees, especially if there is snow on the ground. He should go to Florida like the senior citizens do from here for the winter because it is too cold here. He is only 41. Suck it up! That's a whole'nother blog for another time.
So I get B into the truck. She hasn't been out in 2 days. The snow is very pretty on the trees and bushes. Then she makes 2 comments about the same trees in practically the same sentence that I never thought I would hear together. "Those trees are humping. They look like they are praying." I understood what she meant, but she needs to figure out that her mother has a dirty mind and goes straight to the slang description of certain words. So she is chit chatting away for the 40 minutes it takes us to get to the Drs. We get there, walk in and are immediately met by a bevy of sick children in a small stuffy waiting room. Nothing like the pediatricians on a Monday morning. Makes you want to bathe in Purel. We get in our little room, B recites her ailments to the nurse, gets a throat culture and we wait (and wait and wait.....). She asks me if she gets to wear one of those Charlies. This takes me a minute. "Charlies?" I ask. You know, the cool robes. "Oh," I chuckle, "You mean a Johnny!" "Charlie/Johnny, whatever", she says. I can't make this stuff up.
She gets checked out, no meds, just rest and fluids, permission to play in the snow for 15 minutes and a sticker. She comes home, has alphabet soup ("with too many things in it" aka: vegetables) and is now in bed. "I can't believe this is the 3rd day in a row I have had to take a nap!" Poor you, many moms would pay big money for a nap! I am going to continue bulking up on my Vitamin C ( with or without the vodka, you decide!).

Dog-gonit

Yesterday I was sitting at the computer and my dog, Gretel, was running around the yard. I would call her a few times and she would come back. That's impressive in itself. One time I looked out and their were purple fuzzy socks in the driveway. Hmmm, she must have gotten them out of the garage. Then I called her and she came flying out of the garage. Hmmm, brain keeps turning. Finally I call her in, give her a treat and actually look at her face. Hmmmm, some yellow something by her mouth. Then it hits me and I ask her, " Did you get into the garbage in the garage?" I swear she turned her face away from me like she was saying guilty as charged and then layed down with her butt toward me. Sure enough, I went into the garage and their was sh*# everywhere.
Fast forward to today... "Mom, there is a yellowish brownish papertowel in the living room!" Coupled with "Ewwww, gross" and my favorite, "You better wear gloves!" Evidently it is something that she has vomitted up from yesterdays escapades in the garage.
This whole dog thing is new to me. Growing up I had goldfish and gerbils. Me being very allergic to all things furry gave my parents the ultimate excuse not to have high maintenance pets. Now there are designer dogs for the allergic. I caved and we got a labradoodle with the agreement that it was the family dog, not just my dog. Hmm, guess who spends most of the day with the dog? You got it, me. This, of course, amuses my friends greatly because not only do I have a dog, we have a fish tank, 6 horses, a goat, 5 bunnies and a stray kitten showed up in the barn one day. Guess who's been getting allergy shots for 6 months?Are they working? Not exactly yet, so if anyone know of designer horses for allergy sufferers, let me know!

Yellow Balloons

Thanks to fellow, soon to be famous, blogger Dawn, http://mom2my6pack.blogspot.com/ I was introduced to Julian, a 4 yr old boy, with a cancerous brain tumor. Thru Julian's mom's postings on carepages, B, K and I became very attached to the family. Julian passed away on Saturday and his funeral was today. At the funeral his mom asked everyone to wear yellow and after the service they were going to let go of lots of yellow balloons. Yellow was Julian's favorite color. Since that all happened in Texas, B and I (K was horseback riding)had our own ceremony here this afternoon. We got 3 yellow balloons. I gave B a few choices of where to let the balloons go, next to the ocean or at the cemetery. She decided the cemetery. Unfortunately I have a friend who has 2 babies buried there. We decided if we sent the balloons in front of them then they would get to meet Julian too. So like we did when one of our horses died, we had a little ceremony with prayers to God. We asked Him to watch out for Julian and introduce him to people that we knew in Heaven. We let the balloons go and B wanted to watch until we couldn't see them anymore. So we did. Then she said, "OK, the balloons made it thru the big gates and God must be presenting them to Julian right now". She was killing me with this. So I said, "Yes, you are probably right". Then she asked me why I didn't want to let them go by the ocean. I said because sometimes sea creatures wind up eating the balloons and getting sick. This was practical me who could only imagine the balloon police coming to get us because balloons are not healthy for the environment. But 9 yr old B says, "Why would you worry about that? The balloons are in Heaven with Julian." God Bless the wise-ness of that kid.

Stop and Shop

So one of my BFFs took my girls to the salon today after school to have their nails done. How is it that I can rationalize them having their nails done, but not mine? Anywho, I took this grand opportunity to go to the grocery store by myself. It must be the January blahs when you are actually looking "outside the box" for something different to eat. I am tired of giving my girls gold fish and pretzels for snacks. So what did I come up with? Annie's Cheddar Bunnies, Quaker strawberry crisp bites and Quaker mini delights in Cinnamon Streusel. I can tell you that last one is delish. K didn't like it, but hey she's the picky one who would live on goldfish. B and I loved them. Very sweet and crunchy. Of course she finished one pack and wanted another, but yummy just the same. So, me and my cart full of $250 of food (movies and magazines) make it to the check out. An older lady gets in line behind me and I am feeling like I should let her go ahead of me, but I am in a bit of a hurry and am thinking get me the He@# out of here before I buy anything else. I am perusing all the rag mag covers and laughing to myself while unloading my groceries. The older lady comments that my cart looks tastier than her cart, which I want to agree on. Then I comment on how great the covers of these magazines are and we discuss how much crap is one them. Then she reads 2 article titles off of Women's World (I think). One says, "coughing, how chocolate is a cure" and "Eat cake for breakfast and lose up to 6 pounds". We, of course, agree that these 2 articles are spot on! Encouraging chocolate and cake, how could that be wrong? It's not like we bought the magazine to read the article. We took it at face value. Cake has eggs in it right? I will be enjoying my chocolate cake for breakfast tomorrow. Hmm, do I have to share with K and B and will they like their new snacks or beg for gold fish when they get home?

Selectmen's meeting

Who thought I would blog about the selectmen's meeting today? It isn't so much the meeting that was funny, definitely not funny at all, but the written comments passed between me, my mom and my 2 daughters. My family has a bad habit of writing notes back and forth to each other when we can't talk. I guess it is now hereditary. Here are some excerpts.
K, " There is a lady here that is freaking me out!"
Mom, "Debbie has had her hair cut, it looks nice." Funny thing, it wasn't Debbie in the 1st place.
B, "Some of these people just go on and on" Then she has to add the T or F, circle your answer
Me, "Tommy's(my brother) arms were sore today from playing Wii"
B, "Did he call you and go boo-hoo-frickinfrickinhoo?"
B, "If they ask any questions after I talk, you have to answer." then I just nod and she writes, "kapeeish?"
K, "Sean( a selectman) looks bored out of his mind!"
B, "You're right, he's just sitting there staring at the clock probably he must want to go home for din-din."
Me, "MMMMmmmm, I wonder what R is making him?"
B, "Ha, ha, maybe we should go over."
K, "I'm gassie, can we go?"
Hopefully our giggles did not make it onto the tv version of the meeting. B did get up and complain that the post holes were not filled in when a barn was taken down. She said this was dangerous to animals and people. At home she said that a coyote could fall in it, then a horse could step in it and squish the coyote. Mind you, the hole is about 5 inches wide and 4 feet deep. She did a fine job and I am sure it can be used on her resume when she runs for President in the year 2034. I am sure we will be watching the selectmen's meeting reruns all week long.