tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82399278528447003142024-03-05T12:18:42.059-05:00Herding CatsDo you ever feel like you spend an inordinate amount of time chasing uncontrollable creatures and trying to tame all the stuff in your life?
Me too. Welcome to my world.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger301125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239927852844700314.post-61231033809935135592009-06-05T19:26:00.001-04:002009-06-05T19:27:32.805-04:00I've movedI know. It's been forever. I decided to start over with something new.Catch me over at my new blog: anothermomblog.wordpress.comSee you there.:)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239927852844700314.post-24886061957974040282009-02-03T13:10:00.002-05:002009-02-03T13:11:07.617-05:00Just Sayin'So...I can ignore my taxes this year (and a few years more) and then just say I'm sorry, and it's all good, right?;)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239927852844700314.post-54075945463896598102009-02-02T16:29:00.002-05:002009-02-02T16:36:39.481-05:00Credit LimitI didn't get the sweater.There's a cardigan that's been calling my name at one of my favorite stores. A soft, comfy, relaxed, cotton cardigan. Last week, it went on sale (finally!) and the store sent me a coupon for $25 off any order. I planned to order today.But Saturday, the five-year-old came moping down the stairs with her music player. You remember--the CD player with two microphones we Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239927852844700314.post-35573809044328900042009-02-01T20:45:00.001-05:002009-02-01T20:45:16.279-05:00Best Superbowl CommercialUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239927852844700314.post-32308562491079577052009-01-29T15:47:00.000-05:002009-01-29T15:48:26.832-05:00Just for the recordLil' Bill has zip to do with the cartoon. It's after Bill Clinton. Obama shook up Clinton's cabinet for his own, so I started calling him lil' Bill. See? Not horrible.But just for you, I'll call him Billama. OK?***smooch***Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239927852844700314.post-76858138980088451832009-01-28T17:06:00.002-05:002009-01-28T17:11:22.574-05:00Listen Here, NewbieDear Lil' Bill:You are cordially invited to come chip all the ice out of my driveway. Show me how big and bad you are, you manly Chicagoan! Pretty easy to throw 'round insults from a house that's totally cleared for you, isn't it? Pretty easy to dis the roads when you're all riding around in an armored, bionic limo with an escort of, what, 300 Suburbans?Seriously, dude. I'm with you that we're Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239927852844700314.post-80542444034172187672009-01-27T18:08:00.003-05:002009-01-27T18:20:29.807-05:00Not a SermonI know. Bruce Almighty was a comedy. Got it.But there are some fantastic lessons in that movie, which is why it's one of my all-time favorites. One of the best scenes is a conversation between Bruce (Jim Carrey) and God (Morgan Freeman), shortly after Bruce parts a bowl of soup a la the Red Sea and declares that a miracle. God says:Parting your soup is not a miracle, Bruce. It's a magic trick. A Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239927852844700314.post-18737502547556132712009-01-21T18:22:00.002-05:002009-01-21T18:23:43.338-05:00The photos aren't great, but...Last night's creations. A bracelet and a necklace. Both in warm brown gemstones and gold Celtic beads.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239927852844700314.post-78677301291912490202009-01-20T17:57:00.002-05:002009-01-20T18:04:41.942-05:00BabblingA new president. I wish him all the best. I hope he really can deliver on the promises and turn things around. Truly, I do. Who wouldn't? Looking forward to a new start on that front. I'm also very glad nothing catastrophic happened during the ceremony today. With 2 million people and so many closed roads (so they were all relying on Metro), it was like fish in a barrel. I held my breath all day.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239927852844700314.post-12130078283684120332009-01-13T05:53:00.003-05:002009-01-13T06:02:25.251-05:00And My Parents Paid for Prep SchoolWe came up with a new game last night.We were watching Bear Grylls--that goofy British guy who eats all the gross stuff on Man vs Wild. I was laying on the floor playing with WDCL and DH was in a chair, actually, like, watching the show.Bear said, "I was hanging by my rucksack," and I popped up off the carpet. "He was hanging by his WHAT?" I didn't hear "rucksack." I heard another word. A potty Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239927852844700314.post-46822629021698356922009-01-11T15:30:00.002-05:002009-01-11T15:31:35.165-05:00WOOT! Dere it is!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239927852844700314.post-62789428975621555552009-01-09T11:15:00.004-05:002009-01-09T11:27:07.776-05:00The CabinetI'm just calling Barack "Lil' Bill" from here on out. Oh my GOD, man, have an original thought from time to time! You took Clinton's cabinet trading cards, shuffled them, and tossed them on a table to pick your team. You did!!So much for change. *snort*(ps--I also think Sarah Palin *really* needs to shut the hell up and crawl back under her frozen rock. Before anybody gets all partisan. We are Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239927852844700314.post-28006640322097885182009-01-07T09:34:00.003-05:002009-01-07T09:41:00.823-05:00RandomnessDay 3 of the healthy thing. Got up and hit my rower early this morning (I did the Hip Hop Abs video yesterday and both almost died and really had fun with it) and still eating pretty well, minus a handful of chocolate chips last night (damn those things!). The Weight Watchers recipe of Pad Thai we made last night was really good and a definite keeper. Even DS ate it. Rock on.Roland Burris remindsUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239927852844700314.post-55598353314681057962009-01-06T11:17:00.003-05:002009-01-06T11:21:38.395-05:00Healthy...Day 2 of the resolution. Yesterday went pretty well, and today is going well too. I did a new exercise DVD this morning that kicked my abs, after walking/running yesterday. Looking forward to exercising outside more reliably when the weather changes.Two quick things I've learned: You can scramble an egg by whipping it up with milk or water in a cooking spray-coated mug and microwaving it for 30 Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239927852844700314.post-31948481944643912412009-01-05T07:19:00.003-05:002009-01-05T07:23:19.065-05:00New YearToday is the day I celebrate the new year--everybody's going back to school and work after two weeks. Yee-ha! DD woke up at 5, all excited to see her friends and show them her loose tooth, and DS woke up when I dragged his tangled-up self out of the bottom bunk at 6:30, mourning seven hours apart from his love, the Wii. I'm looking forward to getting back to work myself. Today, there are dozens Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239927852844700314.post-76632508297371651122008-12-31T17:32:00.004-05:002008-12-31T18:40:12.436-05:00The One Where Nobody Got HurtNew Year's Eve. Good goddamn riddance.It started off with a bang--I got to spend four or five glorious hours at my in laws' house. Fun times.Times were made all the more fun by the lack of electricity at their house. Not an unusual occurrence--the power goes out if you sneeze too hard there--but since they're on a well, it means no flushing and no running water, on top of no heat and no Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239927852844700314.post-36734027517955807172008-12-18T14:23:00.001-05:002008-12-18T14:24:09.253-05:00ThinkDear Obama:How's that honeymoon working out for you?*snort*XOXOKimUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239927852844700314.post-26973835659649615512008-12-10T16:50:00.004-05:002008-12-10T17:17:54.054-05:00RandomnessSorry. It's been awhile. It's the most frantic time of year, made even more so by moving and renovating and volunteering and such. Today was my great-uncle's funeral. People I've told that have said they're sorry. I appreciate it, but really, he was 96 years old. Married for 67 years--my great aunt, who is in fantastic health, is 88. You don't get a much better run than 96 years. It's sad to see Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239927852844700314.post-17930996613171900132008-12-02T17:10:00.001-05:002008-12-02T17:11:48.121-05:00Just a ThoughtDear Ford, Chrysler, and GM:I'm about to bail you out. Ready?Stop building cars that suck.Voila.Love,Kimps--It's not about the salary, stupids. We all know with your annual six-figure bonuses, a dollar salary offer is meaningless. Try again.pps--I heart my Honda. Heh.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239927852844700314.post-31600479484288709802008-11-28T14:26:00.001-05:002008-11-28T14:27:08.190-05:00Where Not to ShopAnother Black Friday, another trampling at Wal Mart.Tis the season...every stinkin year!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239927852844700314.post-11152997568154765502008-11-22T12:46:00.002-05:002008-11-22T12:48:26.428-05:00RecipeWith the Money Pit falling down around me and a DH who's seriously on the verge of a complete breakdown, I thought I'd share something positive. And that's dinner from last night.In a bowl, mix together two regular-size cans of cream of mushroom soup (condensed...I use the Healthy Choice kind), a third of a cup of white wine, and a 10 oz can of sliced mushrooms, drained.Put that into the crockpotUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239927852844700314.post-65886888870410676912008-11-18T19:43:00.000-05:002008-11-18T19:44:24.040-05:00Sing It!Just for fun (and cuz it's a teeny bit true *blush*)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239927852844700314.post-67899199933544275172008-11-18T16:53:00.001-05:002008-11-18T16:54:10.106-05:00Vote please!For my kids' teachers (there are four of them), should I get gift certificates for manicures at the Red Door Salon, or give handmade bracelets with natural stones and gold/silver beads and pretty clasps?Leave your vote in my comments section. I'm stumped.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239927852844700314.post-83420337155056811802008-11-17T14:13:00.002-05:002008-11-17T14:18:24.315-05:00Really?Dear House Gods:I can deal with the rotted wood underneath the upstairs window. I can handle the overflowing toilet, the crashing-from-the-ceiling plaster, the burner that doesn't light on the stove, and needing to leave the basement light on to run the dryer. I can also deal with the garbage can drawer that opens by itself since DH "fixed" it, the garage walls that crumble when we try to hang Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239927852844700314.post-32408623713518170752008-11-16T15:31:00.003-05:002008-11-16T15:39:49.539-05:00SundayHear that? That's quiet. I'm all alone, save the WDCL. No pressure to be working. A little pressure to clean, but I've done a lot of that already. Just the hum of the refrigerator. It's nice.Between Friday and yesterday, I spent about 15 hours working at the school bazaar. My feet hurt and my butt hurts and I'm tired, but I have to say, it was a blast. And I am LOVING feeling part of something Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2