What’s Jack up to? Why Jack is helping me make new friends on this here internet. Way to earn your keep Jack.
I’d love to introduce you to Alexia and her family from 2 Kids and A Dog. Alexia got in touch with me after checking out my blog and seeing that we have so much in common being that I have 2 kids and a dog too (although mine are considerably larger. College soon ouch). Alexia is an American mom now married and living in Rome. Cool huh?
Well, I went to Alexia’s site and fell in love with her wit and humor. Seriously she had me practically falling off my chair laughing at her family webisodes.
Meet mom here:
And watch some of the funny here:
And go here to check out the rest of the cool family and laugh some more.
Alexia is giving away one of her fun calendars to a lucky commenter and as a bonus I’m throwing in 2 romances from my overflowing shelves (yeah the DH will like this giveaway a lot).
So comment away. The drawing well be held on Wednesday evening (um sometime before I conk out for the night. 11-ish?) Sounds official huh?
What’s Jack up to? I suspect that Jack is just as tired as I am after this non-break Spring Break. I mean his life is pretty much one long Spring Break and Spring Break for him is just like mine. Busy time with the dear teen twins.
On this break though we were all quite busy indeed. As I write this post on Sunday night, I’m exhausted and happily full off of Nana’s delicious Easter dinner. But part of the exhaustion came from the week with the Dear Twins. We did the first of our, I’m sure many to come, college tours going up to Ithaca New York.
Now that they are juniors in high school it’s time to seriously think of these things.
Yes, the days I’ve dreaded coming for years are finally here. Preparing twins for college. All I can say is, Lord, it’s all on you… in so many ways.
But now it’s Monday and back to the grind of school and writing (I hope plenty of writing. Twins, college. Hello.) and day to day life run around. I’ve got plenty to do and even more on my mind as I’m sure many of you do too.
Here’s wishing you a wonderful and productive week.
All the best,
What’s Jack up to? Jack has been in a world and I do mean a world of trouble this weekend. It’s like he knows we’re super busy so he’s reverted back to puppy pre-toddler stage and has been going, yes ,that kind of going all over my house. Just yesterday he whimpered at the DH and when he took a minute too long to jump up to take him out, Jack turn around in a huff and promptly peed of his foot. Bad dog, Jack.
Thanks so much for all your kind words on the DD’s dance recital. She did a wonderful job. I was really so proud of her. Here are a few not quite clear (sorry) shots but they portray the itense mood of the night.
Speaking of intense moods… It’s spring break here so I’ve got busy week with the teen twins at home. Hmmm…
What’s Jack up to? Jack is feeling a little neglected in his new blog home. Sorry but it’s been unavoidable this week. Why?
Because I’ve been Driving Miss Daisy aka the DD.
And yes, there’s way more drama in my car with the 16 year old this week than there was on the big screen. If only I could put on the, ” yes’m Miss Daisy I’ll be gettin right on it” persona that Morgan Freeman did I’d be fine but , no, that ain’t happening. Just not my personality.
It’s dance benefit week for the DD and tensions are HIGH but at least the show goes on. The DD is working hard and dances so beautifully. I worked the door last night helping out with some other moms for the community performance seating some of the special needs attendees and I was happy to get a sneak show peek. Breathtaking. Yeah, I teared up. More on that later.
I’m so sorry to be kinda MIA in the comments world. Thanks so much to Jax for pitching in with the Avatar /Gravatar question for me while I was hanging in the ‘Car O Drama’.
Wish us luck through 2 more nights of performances.
With Spring in the air I’m feeling the need for a change. It’s time for a long overdue sprucing up on ye’ old blog.
But as with all change it’s a little scary. I have tried going at it with help from the professionals but it was not meant to be so I’m taking matters into my own hands and working on things myself-ish (a little help from friends is nice).
But, I love control anyway and sometimes it’s better to control your own destiny. At least that’s what I tell my kids (cut to me biting my nails).
I have long wanted to go from Blogger to WordPress or maybe do a Full Blown Site so wish me luck (Lord knows I don’t want to lose a bloggy thing). So please keep checking back here for updates and hopefully a new home coming soon.
Time to spread my wings!
Have any of you made some significant changes lately or are planning to?
images from here.
- So who pissed off Mother Nature? Seriously, it wasn’t me. This was some crazy weekend. Rain, wind it could have been an almost hurricane around these parts. By Saturday night the wind had kicked up past 60 mph so it was pretty dangerous and the lights were flickering on and off.
I was doing pretty good until I saw what I thought were fireworks outside my bedroom window. I looked out and saw that the Con Ed wires out front were sparking. Uh-oh.The telephone lines were flooded and I could not get though to Con Ed so I called the police dept since I saw them doing drive by’s to check on folks and they came by and looked up at the wire. Nice. Looking is…good. But we so have a great village loop that I hopped on where folks can list their concerns and the village manger and the mayor are on it and were all night. They were on the horn with Con Ed and added my street to the list of problems so I’m grateful for that.
Then I woke on Sunday morning to a strange but cute cat walking though my yard and a piece of the back fence down along with another huge branch falling from a pine tree. DH had to buy a chainsaw. Yikes! Look out now!
But all in all I feel blessed. No one was hurt. The house was not damaged. There are plenty in our area that are without power and have damage to their homes so I’m not going to complain. Time to start the clean up.
- Today is my knitting group meeting day and for the past few weeks I’ve been doing some circular knitting with this super thin and wispy mohair yarn on really long needles. It’s like knitting with fluffy angel hair pasta. You can barley hold it in your hands and the more you knit the less it feels like you’re moving forward.
Around and around I go in a circle with no real idea of how things will turn out. I did start out with an idea. A pattern in my head of making an infinity scarf, something to make me feel chic, together, you know complete me. So what did I do? I grabbed my yarn, needles and dove in. And now here I knit round and round and round. Each round taking what feels like infinity. How it will turn out or what it will actually be I don’t know. This feels a lot like parenting sometimes. But hey, the yarn sure is pretty.
It seems that I have to deliver a Smackdown at least once a day to somebody in my house and if it’s not one of those days I’ll make it one of those days by delivering the smackdown to myself. I’m always hardest on myself. Now this is Verbal Smackdown that is let me make that clear (don’t go writing to me all up in arms). Although the other kind is threatened about here and there too with 16 year old twins. “I brought you in this world and I’ll take you out.”
Why so many of these smackdowns or outbursts? There are no smooth sitcom moments in my house. No real moments of discussion and contemplation. Nope. they are only in my head when I do the writer initial set-ups.
Mom: “Honey I was very upset by X. Let’s discuss it.”
Kid rolls eyes but sits down sullenly: “Sorry Mom.”
Mom: “Now what would have been a more appropriate way to handle the situation?”
Kid: “I guess Y. I’ll do better next time.”
Hugs and love all around. Sit down dinner time. “Come and get it!”
Yeah. Um. Not. Think the opposite in reality. A stomp off, a yell and then me with the verbal Smackdown and punishment before an eyebrow is raised. Then everyone is sad and mad and there is the smell of rancid hatred soup in the air. Sort of cabbagey.
In that is why I’m so pissed at all the TV shows I used to love as a kids. The Cosby Show and The Brady Bunch. Man, they can all suck it. We were so not prepared for the Internet and texting and The Freakin Situation.
What’s Jack up to? The Jackster is doing fine. He’s spent most of the weekend being his own demanding self and giving me this look which says can you get off your butt and get me a treat or something lady? This is usually following by an impolite nudge.
Here are a few pics from my weekend.
Cocktail meatballs simmering for Nana’s Birthday get together and Pokeno game. Can you say Shweaty Balls?
And deviled eggs. Does anybody make them anymore? I do!
Then the game at Nana’s so much fun. We haven’t played in ages. When I was a kid Nana and her friends would play cards until the wee hours of the morning. Now it was the next generation’s turn and only one of Nana’s old friends (Mrs. G) got to come up to the apartment. We were all so glad to see her since she had not been well and was out of the hospital. She was so happy to play cards and party like the old days that she stayed up talking with Nana and closed the party at 2am!
I hope you have a lovely week.
Hello Monday. I hope the weekend treated you well. Mine was fine. Back to the usual running with the Dear Twins and such. Weekends are so busy that Monday mornings seems like a breather. Although I will admit to wasting away much of Saturday on the bed in front of the TV nursing my eye which is a lot better. The DH was kind enough to put the kidlit miles on his car and do all the driving while I held down the home fort. Ahh domestic life.
But all this is not the focus on today’s post. Today I’d like to discuss something I’ve been grappling with a while. The idea of keeping it real and how real can real be on ye old blog. You see something has not been quite sitting right with me.
There are plenty of days when I write a perfectly fine blog post but I glaze over a subject when I’d like to go deeper, be a little sharper, maybe more snarky, not so darn happy and let more of my neurotic self come though. But then that neurotic self takes over and I get to fretting. I start to compare myself to those shiny happy pretty blogs and worry that if I get too real and show my true self or give my real opinions you all won’t come back or you’ll stop reading.
Silly I know. To get to 40 and still worry what others think. What a shame. What waste or time, energy and so precious words.
Besides when I look back on past posts where I am more real and let my feelings show you all have responded so beautifully and shown more of yourselves to me. For that I am grateful.
So what I guess what I’m saying here is it’s time for ye old blog to grow up a bit. Get more real and show more of who I really am. Lord knows when I look in the mirror I see plenty of changes, I might as well express them here too.
Every day is not sunny and every day it does not rain.