My Computer Was Hijacked

Seriously my computer was hijacked. So you know that strange man who sleeps here and pays the bills and calls himself my husband? Yeah, he discovered facebook sometime this weekend and spent the entire holiday weekend staring at photos and waiting for people to update their statuses so that he could make cutting remarks in response. Everytime I got a free minute to read blogs or update my own, I come downstairs to find it already in use. Computer hog! He showed an utter lack of respect for my readers who I know were frantically awaiting updates on my incredibly interesting life.

Anyway so here is what has been going on since last we met. Thanksgiving parade, Thanksgiving cooking, entertaining, Black Friday shopping (for me and kids so made no progress at all on Christmas lists), Friday night cooking and entertaining, stayed up late to watch part one of the Monk finale (since aforementioned entertaining might have caused me to miss crucial pieces of dialogue) Saturday shopping (again no progress on that Christmas list but I got three new tops so yay me!), and visit with Santa (interesting how the six year old was too scared to speak with the old guy but the three year old had no problem getting right up there and demanding things) Saturday night turkey leftovers, Sunday church (which went amazingly well since the six year old was enthralled with advent decorations) and fight with children (who think that since they got to stay up late during the holidays that that will be an ordinary state of affairs even though they have school in the morning)

I am mostly glad to be back in the daily grind since it means I actually get blocks of time to myself, like when everyone is in school or sleeping. However, somehow my house is even more dirty than usual which means more work for me. *Sigh*

What the Hell Wednesday Blogging and TV

So today is What the Hell Wednesday which gives me free rein to spew my complaints all over the place.

Now I know that I have been a very neglectful blogger lately but what the hell, it's my blog right? I can't help it if even sitting upright at the computer is making me ill. You are lucky you get any posts at all with the way I am feeling. It is a diabolical punishment for something which I haven't figured out yet. With the six year old I would be nauseous in the morning but as long as I waited long enough before eating, nothing ever actually came up. With the three year old I had major aversions, for example to bacon. As long as bacon was not cooked in my home, I was fine. This time, it comes on night and day with no rhyme or reason before I eat, after I eat, when I don't eat....What the hell???? I am hoping that since this particular bout of morning sickness is so severe that it can't possibly last as long....right??? Agree with me, damn it!!
My husband sent the six year old to bed at 7 pm last night because he was being a nasty whiny brat. So essentially he got an extra hour of sleep. What the hell? Can I be punished too? And then since he got an extra hour of sleep, why did he still give me a hard time waking up this morning? Thank God for vacation...only I still have to get up early to start the pumpkin pie, stuffing, turkey etc. etc. etc.
Why is it that my index finger hurts from too much mouse exercise? You know that little scroll down wheel? That's the one that for some reason has sprained my index finger. What the hell? Now I can't even enjoy my daily blogger fix without bodily injury?
So why is it that a TV station will get you hooked on a series and then take it off the schedule? Lifetime had Medium on at 7pm for a while which was great for me. I got to catch up on earlier seasons until they moved it to 12:30 AT NIGHT!! What the hell? Now I have to stay up until it ends at 1:30AM? Don't they know I have kids and need to get up at the crack of dawn aka 5:45 and therefore can't stay up to watch it? TNT totally did the same thing to my Bones episodes which used to come on everyday instead of only once a week. Also I was not pleased yesterday to see an previously unseen episode in the guide only to be tuning into Law and Order. What the hell? I mean really, it wasn't even a good one with Benjamin Bratt or Jerry Orbach.

To check out other What the Hell Wednesday posts go see Blue Monkey Butt. Seriously, what are you still doing here? Go!

Planning a Birthday Party

So how strange is it that I am disappointed with the three year old's theme choice for his birthday party? One the one hand, he had so much fun last year that he apparently wants to do the same thing again but on the other hand, boring!! I had in mind a cool Toy Story party complete with puppet show but my three year old (who is obsessed with all things Toy Story - his Christmas list is dominated by different characters) said very emphatically he does not want a Toy Story birthday party. He wanted the same Car theme as last year with the bouncy house. Let it not be said that I don't give my kids what they want. So out went the invitations this morning, we went with a Speed Racer theme, which he was fine with and recycling the entertainment from last year. Meanwhile, the six year old has already picked out a theme and the gift he wants for next September. Yeah, cause he plans ahead like that.

News Flash

Okay morning sickness sucks. The worst part is I don't have it in the mornings or at least not only in the mornings. Really what I have is slightly sick mornings, not at all sick afternoons to be capped with dangerously ill evenings. Last night the husband brought home lobster for dinner on the spur of the moment. Seriously, we had surf and turf which I totally could not appreciate. Not to mention that dinner is usually my favorite meal. I mean I like eggs and bacon as much as the next girl but there is no substitute for the smorgasbord which is dinner. Anyway, my husband has been really good about making dinner himself lately mostly cause he doesn't want to hear me gagging all over his dinner. This still leaves the whole get the boys to bed disaster to be dealt with. Just to let you know, my stomach is not in favor of the whole going up and down the stairs thing after four o'clock. I don't know why I don't remember this from the last two pregnancies. It most be some kind of convenient memory designed to let my husband impregnate me without complaint. I wonder what else I forgot?

Go to Sleep Already!

So last night we go through our regular bedtime routine which is becoming a three ring circus. They brush their teeth and ask for water and use the bathroom and want stories and finally lay down. The boys go up and from downstairs I can hear them talking but I don't hear them walking and besides am majorly nauseous at night now so didn't get up to investigate. My husband goes up to take his shower and discovers that they have placed half their bookshelf in a great big pile in the middle of the room. At least fifty books in a giant pile. That's not all. As per his usual custom lately, the six year old, pulled all of his stuffed toys down under his covers which he untucked and rolled into a ball under which he is also huddled. In an unusual new twist, he pulled his sheet off and tied it to the headboard because "he liked the way it looked." Sometimes I just don't know what to do with them. I took the books out of the room, straighten and tucked the six year old's sheets and blankets again, removed the stuffed toys from the bed and then screamed just enough to scare them from ever doing that again or at least for last night.

So That's Why He Won't Eat Lunch!

So today I offered to make the six year old peanut butter and jelly for lunch which is normally one of his favorites. He declined. Would you like to know why? Apparently a boy at his table has been disparaging his lunches. So he is afraid to take his luch for fear this John character won't like it. Can you believe it? I am waking up an extra half hour every weekday morning to prepare him hot lunches which go half eaten not because he doesn't like them but because some smart mouthed snot at his table doesn't like it??! I was so upset, needless to say. So I was curious what this kid ate. He eats those prepackaged Lunchables which my son hates. I told him to tell this kid that his lunch was gross and to mind his business. I don't have much faith in that working though.

Dear Someone

Dear Benedictine Preschool;

From our conference, I understand the three year old to be loving, cooperative and very independent in school. Apparently, you have sent me home the wrong child. When you find that loving, cooperative, independent three year old, call me.

Thanks,
Mom


Dear Baby,

Do you realize that I am only about eight weeks pregnant? Stop with the cravings. I have little enough food impulse control as it is without you chiming in. So far we have had two breakfasts and lunch. Try to hold out for dinner, okay? Thanks.

Mom-To-be


Dear Computer,

You have really brightened my world these past couple of months. Thanks for being you.

Love
Hopelessly Addicted Blogger


Head over to ShortMama and 3 Bedroom Bungalow for some letter fun.

It Starts Out Normal

Have you ever noticed how weird kids eat? I mean take a slice a pizza. (what the three year old was eating for lunch) Normal people may fold it in half or eat it flat but either way, they eat from the point to the crust. The three year old ate in a v shape around the edges until he decided that wasn't getting enough pepperonis. So he plucked off the remaining pepperonis from the middle and then ate part of the crust, leaving the pepperoni-less middle on his plate. Another thing he loves to eat are salami sandwiches. Only he doesn't eat them as a sandwich. He prefers to eat first the salami, then the cheese and finally the bread. Don't even get me started on the fact that the three year old will dip pork in steak sauce and the six year old likes steak with BBQ sauce. What the hell? I assure you that both my husband and I eat like normal human beings and they do not get these strange habits from us.

Smart phones

So I am officially a member of the uncool.  Apparently to have a blog and work the social networking circuit, you have to have a smartphone.  I think at four different blogs I read posts about their fancy new Blackberry, Iphone, My Touch etc. etc.  Today I read two more!! So I concede, I am an outcast.  I was one when I was in school and apparently nothing changes.  I am destined to be the one at my in-laws house actually conversing with people while they are snickering and consulting the latest blog or funny facebook status message.  Don't get me wrong, I am green with envy and yet still do not have the money for a fancy phone and contract upgrade.  (Sigh)

The Secret

I guess it is time to let you all in on the secret.  God knows I am not a good secret keeper and my husband is even worse.  So chances are if I don't tell you I'd let it slip somehow anyway.  Okay so here goes...  I'm pregnant.  Anyway, my husband and I are excited enough for everybody.  Don't ask me why, you would think it was my first.  So, the symptom I am feeling most is fatigue.  That whole insomnia thing is soooo over.  I now fall asleep at the drop of a hat and am hard pressed to stay up even in the middle of the day.  Yesterday, I was already yawning heavily at 7:30pm.  So now I have the joy of looking for an Ob-Gyn.  (I managed to avoid the stirrups for three years but I guess that's over now.)  Finding a doctor is a chore.  You just can't go to just anyone.  For instance, I once went to a gynecologist who had a habitual nervous giggle. (Hi, how are you? Giggle giggle)  How would you take giggle when someone is looking at your private parts?  Yeah, I didn't take it well either.  Also, I did not like the office where I was seen by a different doctor every time.  Group practices are good for some specialties but I just don't take off my panties for the masses.  Sorry I'm prudish that way.  Anyhow, when I find a decent non giggling Ob-Gyn I'll be sure to let you know.   I will put up a countdown to the due date and all that when I get an official one from the doctor.  After all those pee on the sticks have a failure rate of 1%.  It could happen.

43 Degrees is Too Cold

43 degrees is too cold.  Now normally I don't mind when it gets cold, otherwise I'd be one of these people fleeing south for the winter.  However 43 degrees is too cold for soccer.  If the kids playing soccer weren't cold, let me tell you it was way too cold to be sitting on the sidelines watching it.  The six year old had practice at 10am this morning followed by soccer for the three year old.  So I was sitting in the cold from 10 until 1 in the afternoon.  Not my idea of a good time.  Of course after all that, I was looking forward to coming home, warming up and laying down.  No such luck.   For some reason which escapes me right now, I agreed to take the three year old to a friend's birthday party.  So yes, I spent the rest of the afternoon at a birthday party for three and four year olds.  Joy.    Let's not even discuss the argument I had to referree over whose goody bag came with the green frog as opposed to the yellow one.  Let's just say that shameless bribery was used. 

Things Kids Say Thursday #4

The 6 year old had to write a Halloween story as an assignment for school.  His story follows:
Once upon a time a witch had magic powers.  Her name was Lightning Bolt.  She made a motorcycle.  She drove around on Halloween and stole candy.  Then she went home and ate all the candy.  She got a stomachache.  The End.

The three year old was playing with his friend Noah.  Noah was pretending to be Green Lantern and using his power ring on the three year old.  The three year old was being Buzz Lightyear and shooting lasers out of his arm.  Suddenly Buzz Lightyear falls over and says You killed my father!  Noah's mom and I had a good laugh over that one.

I was putting the three year old to bed when he tells me...I love you to next week.

Aren't they wierd?

Blog Award

I got an award because I am fabulous.  After all, this blog is about me and check out the award...

You see, I am totally fabulous.  Diva gave me this award and one of the rules is that I now have to pass it on to five fabulous blogs.  Hello!  You just gave it to me and now you are handicapping me because I can't pass it on to you, one of the most fabulous blogs I read.  Oh well.  The other rule is that I have to share five things I am obsessed with.  So here goes.

1.  Books.  I am obsessed with books.  Not like normal people who read books in their spare time.  No, I am liable to read books at red lights and in traffic.  When I was small, my parents would send me to bed and I would take my book and read by the street light shining in my bedroom window.  I also would read at recess.  Now, I read at Chuckie Cheese.  Yeah, I'm a nerd, you got a problem with that?  Currently I have books in my office file cabinet, coat closet, bedside table, armoire, and my dresser drawers.  Can I help it if I am a second class citizen in my own house and don't have a bookshelf?  Please note, the boys have a 6 foot bookcase for their books.  Anyway........................

2. Blogger.  I am currently obsessed with blogger to the point that everytime I pass it I wonder if new posts and comments have posted while I was taking boys to soccer, cooking dinner etc. etc.  It drives me crazy!  I think I am going to have to break down and get one of the Blackberry thingys.

3. T.V.  Okay I am not really obsessed with all shows, just certain ones.  Let's see, currently my favorites are Medium and Bones.  If you have ever seen either show, you know they are true gross out t.v.  My husband has walked in the room during one of her "dreams" in Medium and is like "Oh My God, what are you watching?"  So now you know, I am not turned off by a little blood and gore. 

4. Facebook.  Let us get something straight.  I am not obsessed with Facebook like some people who log on all day and are taking quizzes and playing games and posting every freaky picture of themselves all. the. time.  However, I do like being able to speak with my brothers and sisters throughout the day even though I may not see them everyday.  We are a particularly close family.  Now I can log on and find out when one of them is having a bad day or a particularly good one.

5.  I have a secret!!  Of course I can't tell you because then it wouldn't be a secret.  All I can say is that I am obsessed with it.  I am looking online for information about it and pictures and I will tell you about it eventually but I am going to give the secret an entire post to itself because that's how obsessed with it I am.  Now, is that going to drive you crazy?  Too bad, I am diabolical that way.

Now for the next rule of this award giving it out to some fabulous blogs I read...

1. The Mighty M Family

2. Family of Shorts

3. Headaches, Hormones & Hot Flashes

4. Beach Family Updates

5. Ruth, The Mom

Some of you have had blogs a lot longer than I and so have probably received this award already.  If so, let me say that fabulousness may have to be restated every once in a while. 

TAG...I'm red!

So Lisa at Smell the Coffee tagged me red. Oh yeah.!!! Maybe she doesn't know that red is my most favorite color ever!  So I am supposed to find seven things around the house that are red.  Check the cool red stuff I got. 

A delicious and very multi-purpose red pepper from my kitchen.

A club chair from the boys room.

The go to bedtime storybook when we haven't been to the library.

One of my favorite pairs of red shoes, that's right I'm Dorothy and I have red shoes... and red boots too.

My red wool coat, a must have article of clothing for Christmas parties.

My red lipstick.  Don't judge my photography.  This is not a blog about that.

And now for the sexiest red thing I own.......

My bluetooth hands free talking device, the must have accessory in NJ where cops give tickets for talking on the phone.

So now I get to return the favor.... I think I will tag Diva and Adriana .........BLUE!