Wednesday, December 30, 2009

My Photography Story

I've had a camera near by since I was 14 years old. As a Christmas gift my Father gave me a Nikon 6006 which back in those days was a really, really nice piece of equipment for such a young girl. That year in school I took Photography 1 and caught the bug and caught it bad. I spent the next 3 years shooting photos for my High School Yearbook, everyday I could be seen with my camera. I used to have lunch alone in the darkroom while processing film and making prints. So, yeah that means I'm talking FILM! My Grandfather was a photographer in the Navy and my Father was a Photographer for the Police Department. He also ran a very successful Wedding Business for years. I had no appreciation for that at the time, but now I know he was working his rear off... Full-time job during the week, Weddings it seemed almost every weekend. He had this HUGE and HEAVY Mamiya 120mm with an equally heavy flash assembly on the top. At 16 I could barely lift it!

In college my camera stayed in the bag and collected dust. I went to a few Yearbook Meetings but for some reason I could never get up enough confidence to accept an assignment. Why? I have no idea. When college came to an end I accepted a Sales Job...I have no idea why...I guess because that's what I thought I was supposed to do. I worked so hard and I worked all the time and I hated it. I can remember the day I fled that place on my lunch break and drove home in a rush to dig out of an old pile of papers the want adds from weeks before where I had found an add for a photographer. I called anyway and made a connection... To make a long story short I got the job and I couldn't believe it. So for the past 10 years I have been a Preschool Portrait Photographer. I've done it all but that is where I spend most of my time. It's fast, it's high volume, it's fun, it takes patients, and a unique skill set of business savvy and personality, not to mention you have to be pretty good with the 2 to 5 year old crowd. I think I've wiped a million noses and been sneezed on countless times! For years moms have asked if I do work on the side and for years I've said no, but now I'm in my 30's and I have no time to waste...I'm taking my future into my own hands and in the nick of time. The high-volume work almost made me lose my love of photography but it's back and stronger than ever!

I started my own business as some of you know and it's starting slow and steady. I'm so excited and so determined. Any mom out there who has a dream or a goal should go for it. Sometimes one adventure starts out pretty ordinarily and leads you down an alternate path that you never even knew was there...

Gotta Read - Best Blog Post I've Read Yet!

Please click on this link! This post MUST be read! It comes from one of the Blogs I'm following, "Crazyville (a mom on the edge)!

Monday, December 28, 2009

I don't get it! Things that annoy this mom!

1. Why is it every time I walk into one of the 3 bathrooms in my house the toilet needs flushing? Why? Isn't that the easiest and most conditioned response known to both animals and know flush it, hide it, cover it up, get rid of it, whatever...I guess I'm lucky since I don't have the typical problem about men not putting the seat down, no thank goodness I can count on one hand the number of times I have sat down on what I believe to be (in a house of men) is the dirtiest part of the commode. Uggg, and it's usually always in the dark, and it's usually always freakin' cold!

2. Why is there STUFF everywhere I turn? Toys, trains, sippy cups, pacifiers, socks, jackets, shoes, food (usually cheerios), mail, my husbands running gear, backpacks, just stuff and more stuff every time I turn around??? The winner today was a completely melted popsicle, stick and all, in a puddle on the family room wood floor...Gross! Keeping up with all this stuff has me feeling like a Zhu Zhu pet on a wheel, yep, we've got those around here somewhere too! That reminds me? How may I ask in the HELL did these things become the hottest selling toy of the holiday season? I don't get it.

3. Laundry. It NEVER ends, not even close. It's constant and unforgiving of even the shortest hiatus. My husband doesn't understand how I have such difficulty keeping his tighty whities stocked. I've tried to explain to him you can only do laundry at the same pace in which you plan to fold and put away. He'll crank out six loads like that and they will all be sitting around in baskets getting wrinkled in no time flat..or should I say wrinkled. Moms know you can't fold and put away wrinkled clothes...or can you? Hmmm.... He's always threatening to do his own laundry...WELL THEN DO IT I SAY! I promise you won't hurt my feelings;)

I ♥ Faces “Hilarious Outtakes” Photo Challenge

My boys are my most favorite subjects to photograph, unfortunately, they are also my most challenging, especially when trying to get a shot of them in the same frame. I always end up sweating and frustrated;) It's always fun to look back and laugh! If you love photos too Check out the I Heart Faces Community at

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Love, according to Wikipedia

There are many kinds of love. I don't believe that everyone gets to experience all kinds of love throughout their lifetimes. Food for thought...

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Love is any of a number of emotions related to a sense of strong affection[1] and attachment. The word love can refer to a variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes, ranging from generic pleasure ("I loved that meal") to intense interpersonal attraction ("I love my husband"). This diversity of uses and meanings, combined with the complexity of the feelings involved, makes love unusually difficult to consistently define, even compared to other emotional states.

As an abstract concept, love usually refers to a deep, ineffable feeling of tenderly caring for another person. Even this limited conception of love, however, encompasses a wealth of different feelings, from the passionate desire and intimacy of romantic love to the nonsexual emotional closeness of familial and platonic love[2] to the profound oneness or devotion of religious love.[3] Love in its various forms acts as a major facilitator of interpersonal relationships and, owing to its central psychological importance, is one of the most common themes in the creative arts.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

New Years Resolutions

2009 in particular has been one of the worst years I can remember. Don't get me wrong I am still lucky by leaps in bounds as far as the health and love of my family. It's just been a long year for lots of personal reasons for me as woman. It's been an emotionally challenging time, a time of confusion, a time of regrets and what if's and questions...Who am I? What did I want to be? Where am I? I don't have a lot of answers and I don't know if I'll ever find what it is I'm looking for.

I guess I have to find my new self...

I have some resolutions...

1. Take Back My Health. Which for me means to exercise more for my body, practice Yoga daily for my mind and my spirit. Drink less and eat healthier food.

2. Organize My mind, my heart, my house. Clean out the clutter, fix what's broken, file away those things I want to keep, even if I stuff them deep in the drawers of my mind or in the back of a closet.

3. Accept Things I Cannot Change...I have to realize that there are some things I cannot change. I have to accept that my mother and sister, for example, have made it pretty clear that they do not want to be a part of my life. I'll just never understand why it's so difficult to pick up the phone or send an e-mail. I can't keep putting myself out there for people that don't seem to make time for me. I guess I should add "Take a Hint" to my list.

Friday, December 25, 2009

My Christmas Top 10

1. My dad slept over Christmas Eve so he could be here to see the magic that is Christmas morning with the boys.
2. I got to climb in bed and snuggle with my son and my dad at the same time and laugh all together.
3. My step mom is AMAZING!
4. I didn't have to cook dinner!
5. Baked gingerbread cookies and Magic Cookie Bars with Blake.
6. Watched "Christmas Vacation" with my dad and got to hear him laugh that deep belly laugh, that is contagious and makes you laugh too!
7. Shared one of my favorite childhood books with my son!
8. Ate Magic Cookie Bars.
9. Drank Wine Christmas Eve and Mimosa's Christmas Morning!
10. Cade reminded me that one gift is enough. He didn't even open one gift, just played with the Train set that Santa left set-up for him...
Extra 11...No Drama!!!!!!! :)

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Feverish 2 Year Old...NOW?

Yep. That's right. My 2 year old has a fever on Christmas Eve Eve! Sigh. My poor little guy. I rocked him and sang Christmas carols tonight and he fell asleep in my arms. That alone tells me he is not himself.

It's just my luck of coarse. Can I also say that all I want for Christmas is my little guy to feel better and additionally I would appreciate a Drama-Free Christmas. That's right folks, just grin and bear it and I mean it. Fake it for God's Sake if that's what it's going to take.

I plan on having a Merry Christmas and plan on taking anyone down who tries to interfere with said holly jolly holiday.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

A Personal Note - Beware

I guess marriage, a job, and 2 kids officially makes me an adult. When I was in my teens and twenty's I thought by the time I reached my mid 30's life would be easier. I thought I would have it all figured out. On the contrary and especially over this last year I have determined that I know even less than I did then. As a matter of fact there are many days when I don't even know who the hell I am anymore. It seems as though there are more days where I do something wrong then right. I'm trying but it feels like no one sees and no one cares. This is something I struggle with a lot.

I'm a good person. I want my friends and loved ones to be happy and find peace and joy in their lives. I'm everyone's biggest fan. I want people I come in contact with to know that they are important and that they are loved and that I believe in them. So why is it that I always feel as though I come in last place?

This morning a co-worker came to me with a tissue wrapped gift. I consider her more than a co-worker, she is a friend. She gave me this beautiful hand made scarf that she actually made with her own hands. It's beautiful and it's red and she made my whole month by giving it to me. It's the best gift I can remember getting in a long, long while...

Monday, December 21, 2009

To Do...Christmas Countdown

I have so many little things to do before Christmas that I don't know where to start. I suppose getting off this computer would be a good start but it's quiet and so I am enjoying it. Here goes...

1. Clean the house.
2. Do laundry (wash, dry, fold, put away X 5 loads at least!
3. Clean the areas where guests will be sleeping and make sure linens are prepped.
4. Buy more wrapping paper.
5. Wrap presents.
6. Re-fill or not, haven't decided, certain prescriptions.
7. Get Boys H1N1 Booster Shots.
8. Pay my life-insurance bill, you know, in case I get electrocuted by Christmas lights.
9. Clean out the fridge..goodbye left over Chinese...hello holiday favorites like, 7 layer dip and Oatmeal Butterscotch cookie dough.
10. That reminds me, go shopping for previous ingredients from #9.
11. Pick Up toys.
12. Vacuum.
13. Drink wine.
14. Clean all the bathrooms.
15. Go to work, yep I have a full-time job.
16. Shower, wouldn't want to stink up the house I'm trying to clean.
17. Book new clients for my photography business.
18. Pick Up Toys.
19. Potty Train a 2 year old.
20. Lose 20 pounds.
21. Run. Walk. Yoga.
22. Sleep.
23. Pick Up brother-in-law at the airport.
24. Buy gifts for generous neighbors...
25. Win the lottery to pay for Christmas.
26. Pick Up toys.
27. Find a Partridge in a Pear Tree...

Sunday, December 20, 2009

The Nonchalant Mommy

Raising 2 boys is anything but calm or predictable. They are just over 2 years apart and they love each other. They also love to torment each other and both of them love to have that last word or jab at his brothers expense. In my home there is a lot of running, jumping, falling, crashing, and screetching (man they are good at that). The volume level inside my home on any given day is so loud that if I were paid for being a mom, OSHA would probably have to step in. At least when I go to work it's quiet..well most of the time.

Given all that jumping, falling, etc...usually when my boys take a tumble I don't even budge. Typically, they don't even seem to realize they have been in danger. Once, after a fairly large fall off of one of those big green cable boxes...Blake jumps up and yells, "I'm O.K!" So when one of my boys takes a fall it's usually the other moms and dads that gasp. I just say, "He's O.K." and go on with it...

We had a blizzard this weekend. It snowed for 24 hours. We got about 18+ inches of snow. When I was growing up we didn't go out in the snow until it stopped falling. The boys however couldn't shut up about it so we bundled them up and sent them out into the backyard. When I heard Cade start to cry and scream I admit I just assumed Blake had hit him with a snowball or something. It was absolutely freezing outside so I just stood at the door and coaxed my 2 (almost 3 year old) back towards the kitchen door. I took the most pathetic video of him...yes, I know mother of the year. It wasn't until he tumbled in the door that I realized the reason for his woes...he had lost one of his boots! His little socked foot was bare of it's boot and it was sooooo cold! Ooops...

Rest assured I spent a LOT of snuggle time after that with my little guy. We found the boot and dried it out with a hair dryer since he wanted to go back outside! So for your viewing enjoyment...2 videos. The 2nd is actually accidental and is audio only but still funny (sorry, couldn't get it to post). You can hear my husband over reacting...I think he says "frostbite!!!" I don't think you can get frostbite in 2 minutes but don't quote me on that.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Friday, December 18, 2009

Merlot & Snow


It's snowing for real for the first time since before I had kids. A real snow meaning 12 inches or more. I'm excited. I'm also glad I don't have to go anywhere in this weather. I'm done with Christmas shopping and we have plenty of food and toilet paper...oh yeah and plenty of Red Wine. I'm sure the boys will want to be out in it all day. I'll certainly have my camera in hand. Stay warm...more photos to come I'm sure...

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Free Time Gone

I was busy before. Working full time, mommy to 2 boys, a wife, long commute, etc. Now that I've started my own business I spend every free evening I have trying to figure out...well everything. I am internet savvy and Social Media savvy;) However, software programs are not my specialty. Tonight my husband brought me home the manual for Aperture 2 which is Apple's Photo Editing Program. The user manual is 700 pages long double sided! I have completely neglected my photoblog so I guess I'll work on that tomorrow night. It's scary to be outside my comfort zone but it's exciting to learn new things. I almost have my watermark all figured out and I can't wait to share it with all of you! Now, my bed is calling more computer today!

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Babe in Concert - Proud Mama

My sweet first born son, is rough, tough, smart, funny, genuine, sensitive, sweet, and fast. I take it you've heard of fight or flight? Well, in the case of Blake who is typically the life of the party, he surprisingly DOES NOT LIKE TO BE THE CENTER OF ATTENTION. I have a video of every Christmas "Concert" that he has been in since he was 2 years old...FLIGHT is the word! Screaming, covering ears, crying etc. Last year was my particular favorite. As all the happy 3 & 4 Year Olds sang their holiday songs, my son slowly covered his ears...carefully turned around and slowly made his way through the crowd of kids to the rear of the group; at which point he began wondering around the upper Alter while all the other kids sang their hearts out. Did I mention the drum set? I remember thinking, please don't let him find drumsticks back there...eeek! Don't even ask me about last years Preschool Graduation ceremony...

My expectations for this year were, well honestly I didn't have any, but last week out of the blue he announces that he is going to sing this year. I was surprised and excited. I tried to encourage this motivation without making too big a deal out of it either, in case he changed his mind.

The day arrived. I had to go into work as usual. Unfortunately preschools don't really cater to working moms, I mean seriously what are they thinking? Only having school for a half day, planning all events that require participation smack dab in the middle of the work day. I'm kidding of course...but only partially;) Did I mention I work 30 miles from the school, yep. In order to see my baby deliver on his promise to sing I had to drive 120 miles, to and from work twice in one day, woo hoo. It turns out to be kind of a busy day and I'm feeling guilty for just about everything. I rush out of a meeting to find stand still traffic on the beltway...damnit! I have to rush rush rush and drive fast enough to get there but not too fast to get a ticket or I know I'll never make it. I'm clenching the wheel with white knuckles all the while feeling my stress level rise to new heights. I'm thinking that I CAN'T be everything to everybody. I can't be everywhere all the time...therefore someone is always going to be disappointed. I'm late, I'm late, red light, red, light, slow ass pick up truck, get out of my way, Mad Mama coming through. I get there 4 minutes late, which you know these events only last 15 minutes. I practically leap out of the car and go running across the packed parking lot, in high heel boots no less...stupid boots. I reach the door and it's locked, damnit! I have to go around the long way. I enter the sanctuary of the church where the concert is being held just as the kids are lining up...I made it...

I jump down in the front row on the floor, camera in hand...heart pounding. They start to sing, and to my utter joy and amazement so does Blake. It's all I can do not to cry. He sees me and he knows that the huge smile on my face is for him. He told his teacher that his singing was his Christmas present for me. In that moment and all the stressful moments I have as a working mom fade away, it's all worth it for my children.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Nothing Says Merry Christmas Like Jack Daniels & a Chain Saw!

Yes, this is me Christmas morning 1978. I was flipping through old photos and found this gem. I can't help but wonder if my parents set this up or if a bottle of Jack Daniels was really a treasured and heartfelt gift. It's my favorite...maybe Santa will leave me a big ol' bottle of booze under my tree! Enjoy!

Facebook Privacy

Dear Friends,

In case you haven't seen this and you are on Facebook...

...WARNING! As of today, Facebook will automatically index all your info on Google, which allows everyone on the planet to view it. To change this option, go to Settings --> Privacy Settings --> Search --> then UN-CLICK the box that says 'Allow indexing'. Facebook kept this one quiet. Copy and paste onto your status for ...all your friends ASAP...

Hope this helps for those who would like to maintain some privacy.

Monday, December 14, 2009

My Little Man is a Gentleman...

My Blake is such a gentleman. I must be doing something right. Fresh and clean and dressed from a shower I go to help him get dressed. He says, "I like your hair mommy, I like you shirt, I like your everything!" I smile and it's the first real smile I can remember in a while. He tells me he loves me 20 times a day and I believe him. He says that I am the best mom, well I'm trying...

I love that he wants to snuggle with me in the wee hours of the morning before the alarm goes off.

I love that when I get home from work he screams, "Mama" and runs to the front door with THE BIGGEST smile on his face:)

He also makes me laugh...this morning he asked me to comb and gel his hair before school. He told me, "I have to look good for my girls!" I'm raising a future ladies man for sure.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Banning the Benefit of the Doubt

Yep, I'm banning it. Giving people the benefit of the doubt has seemed to result in the down fall of so many things in my life. You could pretty much do the MOST unforgivable thing to me and I'm such a sucker that I would forgive you.

Here is a story I've been wanting to get off my chest...My parents didn't want me to get became this horribly long arduous process where I lived and breathed just so I could please everyone and hopefully be married in the end in some way or fashion. I am a pleaser. In order to please my future husband and my parents at the same time was excruciating, get married on this date, no that's too soon, what about your sister, blah, blah, blah...I don't even remember what I wanted because it was the least important thing in the whole world. We finally picked a date. I asked my sister to be my maid of honor, she told me to pick one of my friends. Ok, let me set this up for you. She is 5 years younger and was still in collage at the time. I'm thinking well, maybe you don't think you want to be my maid of honor now but sometime down the road you may change your mind...she did it, begrudgingly, and all she had to do was read 2 paragraphs during the ceremony. My friends had to step in because she didn't want to plan a shower or a bachelorette party, she wouldn't even respond to their e-mails. My engagement was one of the most unhappiest times I can remember in my whole life. I've almost never felt so alone. My best friend sent my sister an allegedly scorching e-mail about how selfish she was and basically called her out on her selfish behavior. Seriously, I've never heard of a wedding inconveniencing anyone more than my wedding did to my sister. By some miracle, the wedding day arrives. My mother has never looked more unhappy. I spend the whole day pretending that everything is fine but 8 years later I have realized that I was robbed of the whole wedded bliss experience. It gets worse, so much worse...

We make it to the big day. I'm smiling and I'm terrified and no one seems to care. All I want is to make sure that nothing upsets my mother or my sister. No mom has ever looked more unhappy at the wedding of her daughter then my mother did. She never smiled even once and I swear her eyes were closed in almost all of the pictures. The wedding goes off without a hitch. Afterward, I find myself in my house with my mother. My father, father-in-law, and new husband are down in the family room. My mom is cutting a pie for dessert. I am still wearing my wedding dress. My sister has gone out with friends and isn't even there. I say, "Didn't "she" do a great job with the reading.!" Simply trying to pay her a complement. My mother puts down the serving spoon and says, "You know, you completely cut "her" out of your wedding. I am rendered speechless. Unfortunately, my new husband walks in at that exact moment and he is all too aware of what is going on and what has been going on all along. I couldn't even begin to quote what he said to my mom but she ends up calling him a "shit" and she kicks us out of the house. I'm crying, "Mommy, no, let's talk about this, I'm your daughter." My mother says, "Go be with your husband." I end up standing barefoot in my driveway still wearing my wedding dress, in my fathers arms...I left for my honeymoon the next day and nothing has ever been the same since. My parents have since divorced and I no longer hear from my mother. I was a good daughter, I never went against anything she said, until then...

I was a good daughter. I always forgave, I put others before myself and it never has the desired effect. The person who ends up the least happy is me...and my mother and my sister have no relationship with my 2 little boys.

I no longer give people the benefit of the doubt. I will expect those around me to say what they mean and mean what they say. I deserve to be happy. I am happy to say that I have a fantastic relationship with my dad without which I would be so lost...He is my hero. He is involved with my boys and they call him, Poppy, and they adore him as do I...

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Big Day

What a day...I am exhausted. Up early to ride the Train with Santa, kicked it at Tae Kwon Do, trip to Target, a birthday party, and a ride through the Festival of Lights (2 hours of waiting /driving really slow!) Blake actually fell asleep on the way home. It takes a lot to wear out that kid, Cade on the other hand was still wide awake! At least I didn't have time to clean the house, tee hee.

Friday, December 11, 2009

Love of Words

If you have been following this blog then you may recall how I love words. I don't ask for much in life. I don't wear designer clothes, I don't get manicures or color my hair...I spend all the extra cash I get on my sons. I shop for clothes at Target or Old Navy and even then only occasionally. The last purse I bought was $22.00. What I do want out of life is for people to say what they mean and mean what they say. My life experience has taught me that words can create fear, they can hurt, they can laugh and they can love. I've always been one to speak my mind, and I do. I know how to use words to express my feelings. I know how others can hold their words hostage to cause hurt...people like my mother and my sister. I love words and they get me through difficult times. I don't keep diaries anymore but I used to. I have books and books filled with my own words. Words have always gotten me through difficult situations. Words are my rescue, words are my security blanket, words bring me comfort, they make me laugh and they make me cry. Words are why I'm blogging, even if no one is listening...these are my words...these are my feelings...

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Proud Mama! TKD!

I am so proud of my big Blake tonight. Ever since Blake was born he has been the kind of kid that does his own thing and goes his own way. He would never be one to jump off a bridge just because his friends were. He marches to the beat of his own drum. I have often told myself that this independence is a precursor to a future leader, at least I hope so. Every activity he has ever been in has involved me staying right on top of him to make sure he is doing what all the other kids are doing. We tried soccer, never again. T-Ball has been ok...Tae Kwon Do...UNBELIEVABLE! He is actually allowed to do all the things everyone else is always telling him not to do. In TKD he gets to run, jump, yell, kick, punch, and so much more. He is completely at attention the entire class and I don't have to give him the evil eye even once! It's completely unreal to me. He is a shining star! He has only been to 4 classes and hasn't even earned a white belt yet but was recognized my the teacher tonight for working so hard! He got a strip of black tape, and it might as well have been a trophy as far as Blake was concerned. I am so proud.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Fantastic Santa & Surprise Fender Bender

We skipped preschool today. It's my day off so I kept the boys out of school so we could make our annual trek to our favorite Santa for pictures! I have been going here every year since my son was just a few weeks old. I now have a collection of 6 photos including the SAME Santa! I don't know how long this will last so I just had to share. The photos really speak for themselves. My 2 year old was still not excited about sitting on that famous lap, but I'm realistic and I was prepared for my 2nd Santa drop and run! I get there when they open so I don't have to wait in line! It's so worth it and I can usually get them to take another shot of two if needed since we are the only customers. I wonder how much Santa makes?....

On our way home we got rear-ended by a big box truck while sitting at a red light. It was so loud and it was scary. Even I am surprised at how shook up I was. My back started hurting right away but the boys seemed fine. The driver was very nice and apologetic. The police came to help us sort it all out. Minimal damage, luckily. It got me thinking about the fact that you really don't ever know what's going to happen on any given day, so don't waste a minute...

Enjoy the photos...

Sunday, December 6, 2009

O Christmas Tree & A Power Outage

I had the best time decorating our tree this year, despite a few hiccups. Tree goes into the stand pretty easily with only a few curses and insults uttered between my husband and I. As I'm under the tree trying to make sure it's in the center of the stand and my husband is barking orders at me I jump up and say, "Why are you being such a jerk?" He smiles and says, "Because it's traditional;)". Hahahaha. Ok.

It was snowing outside so no one wants to help with the tree and I'm left alone in the living room with the Christmas music going as I begin my least favorite task of putting the lights on the tree. I get 3/4 of the way done and plug in the last strand...half of which doesn't work...grrr. So in the car and off into a snowing wonderland of slushy roads to Target I go with Blake who has now decided he's had enough of the cold stuff.

Once we arrive to the selection of Christmas lights, Blake walks up to a Target Employee, looks up at the kid and says, "Excuse me, where are your stars?" Anyway, we had to buy a star to top our tree with. Home with our loot I go to finish the job, I plug in the last needed strand and simultaneously, the power goes out. Yeah, the power goes out! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! By now it's getting dark and is just about pitch black in our house.

Dinner out at Pei Wei, yum. By the way, the house was so trashed that I actually worried if we were all killed in a car accident what people would think when they came into our house. Great dinner and a great time killer. About 3 hours later the power came back on. We made it home, power restored, finished the tree, cleaned up the mess, put the boys in bed, and settled in to watch our favorite..."National Lampoons Chritmas Vacation."

Merry Christmas!

Friday, December 4, 2009

Friday Night Leftovers

I am participating in Friday Night Leftovers courtesy of my favorite blogger, Sippy Cups are Not for Starbucks! Feel free to join in!
  • I'm so excited about my photography business. I just booked two more jobs this week. It just goes to show that you should stick with what you are good at!
  • The Villagers bought some alternative candy to stuff into the Advent Calendar, if they don't drink too much wine and get lazy tonight!
  • Need to make time to get to know all my new blog followers! Wow, I'm so amazed at the connections I've made through the Mom's Bloggers Club! Be patient with me ladies...
  • I've realized that only I can create my own happiness.
  • Cade had his screening with the county and did ok. They have recommended more testing but we have to wait 10 days or so to find out what the next step will be.
  • I love wine, I LOVE wine, I love WINE, I LOVE WINE!

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

"The Villagers are Coming." ---What the...???

Just after Turkey day passed I dragged out the old Advent Calendar at the pleading of my 5 year old. I wasn't really falling right into the spirit so when he asked me to put candy in it I said, "It's not December yet." A few days later he asked again and so I made up an excuse that Santa's Elves had to do it. Somewhere along the way he started calling them the Villagers. (Wasn't that the really freaky movie by M Night Shyamalam?) Anyway , I went with it, yes the Villagers were coming and I promised that I would call them and remind them. On the night of the 30th I realized that the next day was Dec 1. Ooops, my Advent Calendar was empty...and of course he brought it up again. He made me promise to call them the next day and have them come while he was at school when no one was home. I get a phone call after school while I am at work, "Did the villagers come?" Me: Uh, no uh, they said they could only come when it's dark and you are sleeping." My son: Ugg, ok. I rush out late night for the perfect treats and trinkets so that my baby won't be dishearted by the no-showing Villagers! The next morning, only a day late, he wakes up and finds me dressing for work in the bathroom. First he says, "I dreamed about the beach and you, mommy." OMG, is that the sweetest thing ever? Then he says, "The Villagers came last night, right mommy?" and this time I get to say, "Yes." Oh but wait, there is more!

We make our way to THE Advent Calendar and he is tickled with delight at the sight of the little Candy Cane Hershey Kisses that await him. He unwraps one, takes a bite...then walks right over to the garbage and spits it out. Looks up at me with a look of disgust and says, "The Villagers brought the wrong candy, Mommy."

Those damn Villagers! What were they thinking!