It's Allayna's Birthday ya'll!!!
Happy Birthday Allayna!!!!
Here are some pictures from our vacation!!!!
Gratuitous walking on the beach holding hands shot.
My sweet boy on the beach.
The BEANS!!!
Harrison doesn't look too happy, but that's because his sweet sensitive baby skin and the salt water and sand don't really agree with one another!!
My guy has style.
My cute Hubby at dinner.
Look at this cute little group of people!
Here's my little Lincoln
Chris took our little family down to the boardwalk.
We went to the Gay Dolphin... there is a ridiculous amount of stuff in that store.
This is scary... Harrison and Chris playing an arcade game together.
Lincoln was less than impressed.
It is only Tuesday, but I'm feeling sad about coming home already.
I guess it wouldn't be called vacation if I didn't have have to come back eventually. I will try to savor every moment. More pictures coming soon.
"Let's just call a peach a peach"?
I had never heard this expression before 10 or so days ago. I knew what it meant, but thought it was funny, because who would call a peach anything but a peach? Is this a common expression? I need to know. The phrase comes from my dear fiend Joanna. Joanna has other catchphrases like, "It's not a big of a deal." So as you cn see I don't trust her 100% in this arena.
I imagine the phrase would go something like this, "Let's just call it what it is." or "Let's just call poop, a poop. It is what it is." or "Let's call a roach a roach." Sometimes people try to make bad/gross things not so bad/gross by calling them a different name.
This is the real reason for this post.
Ack!!!! One of these crawled up my pants while we were on the pier yesterday evening. My husband called it a palmetto bug, my eyes called it a cockroach. I felt some relief, because I thought... "Hey it's just a palmetto bug, nothing too bad." Of course I get back to the beach house and type "palmetto bug" into the google search bar and lo and behold... IT'S A ROACH!!!! UGHHH. So to my dear husband "Let's just call a roach a roach." I'm not falling for that palmetto bug thing again.
It's Dwarfs not Dwarves I've checked a couple times.
Ok, so I said I would gather up some vacation memories.
In honor of our traveling day I will tell you about our traveling days we've had in the past. You will all want to come on vacation with us from now on.
Our parents would wrap gifts and put them in our trunk. If we were good we would get a gift to open for our next leg of our journey. It would usually be things like coloring books, crayons, dolls, stuff like that. But I remember one year specifically. My mom got us Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. It was so cool and exciting. This is the sad part. I can't remember if we got all the dwarfs or if Allison got something different. I would imagine I would remember only one of us having the princess and the other being very disappointed. This is how it would look if we hadn't both gotten a doll.
"Can we open a gift now?"
"Sure... let's look in the trunk."
We each pull out a gift get back in the car.
One of us beats the first one in opening and we peer over to see a sparkly dress on a beautiful princess we start ripping at the paper wildly to find.....!!!!
A wrinkly old man with a gray beard, who is short in stature and wearing sack cloth pants. Just what I ALLLLLWAAAYS wanted!
I'm sure I would remember how this went.... unless I was the one who opened Snow White. In that case who cares... EVEN SCHMEVEN.
I have been a bit overwhelmed lately. Nothing serious, but have had a hard time trying to concentrate on writing a blog. These are my thoughts for the day, it is easier to write what I am thinking randomly instead of trying to make any sense of it.
1.) I am cheap!!! Some of you probably know this, but I should have my picture next to the word "frugal" in the dictionary. I have been squeezing my poor big baby into tiny jeans because I paid full price for them. From what I understand... some people buy things full price and never wear them then donate them to Goodwill. I am not one of these people. I buy things years in advance to save myself money. It's a problem and my babies rolls have been speaking to me, I need to relax. I will pay $5.49 for a combo meal, but I pay $7.00 for a pair of jeans and have a heart attack! There is something wrong with me.
2.) I like that people notice I am trying to lose weight, but then I also think, "Well, was I looking fat last time you saw me, because it must've been an obvious change for you to comment." Then I think I should be proud of my tiny accomplishment and stop over-analyzing everything. When people say I look good and were curious if I've lost weight, my response should be, "Yes, I have been losing weight, thank you for noticing." I will work on this.
3.) Also, I am tired of racist, sexist, nasty jokes. Even when it comes from people I love. I can't take it.... It is... uh... I will stop there.
4.) I can't wait for vacation. I will have to uncover some long lost vacation pictures in celebration of Friday when we leave for South Carolina.
Here is one of Allison, Allayna, and I. Man, I was a tan kid.
Yesterday I got to take pictures of sweet Harper Jane. She and her mommy came into town this weekend to visit the many new babies who have arrived over the summer of '09. I was honored when Harper's mommy, Elaine, asked me to take pictures of her! I brought Lincoln along for the ride. (He was not nearly as cooperative as Harper!)
Isn't she the cutest little girl!? She made it nearly impossible to take a bad picture.
This guy was not nearly as cooperative, but I love his little face.
After Harper pooped out from all of the picture taking.....
My wonderful mentor, Kelly, and I snapped some ""nudey booty" shots of baby Lincoln.
Sorry, I couldn't resist.
Elaine, thank you for the opportunity to take some cute pictures of your baby girl.
Kelly, thank you for coming with us. I am much more confident when you are around!
Harper and Lincoln, Thanks for being super cute!
This is a memory from the school memories I asked for a while back. It was written by my lovely mother, who also is a lovely cusser.
As an 8 year old third grader I had what was possibly the worst teacher in the universe, Sister Carol Ann. She was just an unhappy person. Ted would say that she needed "the cure" but that is beside the point. I recall that Sister didn't much like me. I don't know, perhaps I was immature. One day in particular, I had to urinate "like a race horse" and I raised my hand to be excused. Now, Sister saw that my hand was raised and in fact looked at me many times but she refused to call on me. I swear that this went on for at least 30 minutes. She just would not call on me. I stared, I willed her to say my name, my arm was cramped and the staring produced a weird effect of rings around sister's entire body. Finally......I let loose. All over the floor. There was urine everywhere. Sister was mad! Like it was my fault! No, she did not like me. That is probably why another time when I was getting something out of my desk and not paying attention to her that she said, "Glandorf, you jackass!" I swear to you that this profanity did indeed come out of the precious sister's mouth and smacked me in my 8 year old psyche forever! I am sure that sister smacked me with a paddle too but these 2 memories have scarred me for life and I shall never forget them.
I will see if i can get a photo of sister and/or a 3rd grade photo of me.
Mom
Mom, you jackass, where's the picture!? You never sent it. I'm disappointed.
Why would someone think this is ok?In case you didn't feel like clicking it, it is an article about a stranger spanking a toddler at a local store.
The insane thing is.... people are commenting in support of the spanker! This makes me so angry. Just to let you all know... if you grab my child and spank him... I'm going to grab you and spank your face.
As a mother of two young children I know (Oh, how I know!) they can be annoying, loud, and bad. In public, I do not respond to the craziness that my two year old unleashes, other than hightailing it out of the store or firmly speaking to him. If I ever chose to spank my son in public I would probably have ten people call the police on me for disciplining him, if I don't publicly discipline him someone is going to smack him? I am sure this is a rarity but it is the second such story I have heard in the past month. (A stranger smacked a child in the face for screaming in Walmart.)
What ever happened to a little compassion for a mother who has a hard time getting anything done in a timely manner because her children will not cooperate? I hope I do not turn into a crazy old lady who gives evil stares to young mothers. I get those looks and it doesn't help me at all, but I am often relieved by a helpful stranger who is willing to smile (or even lend a helping hand) because she knows even good moms and good kids have bad days.
