10 Things I Complain About
1. I hate dial up because it is so slow
2. I do not like having to check my washer because it has to be pushed down to keep it going.
3. My water tastes like chlorine.
4. I HATE walking 20 extra steps in the garage to take the recycling!
5. My car only holds 4 people.
6. I wish I lived in a city with more public transportation, ahhh the burbs suck.
7. My kitchen is too small.
8. I do not have enough clothes. They are to small, to big, to wrong for the season…(this one could go on for TOO long)
9. I do not have cable.
10. My kids end up in my bed EVERY NIGHT!
10 Things I Thank Jesus For.
1. I have a computer to check my email.
2. I have a washer and dryer that wash my clothes.
3. I have water that is not poo poo water.
4. I CAN recycle and feel great passion that everyone should! Halleluiah!
5. I have a new under warrenty!
6. I live in a city that has great schools, great parks, and great people.
7. I do not cook out of one wood heated pot.
8. I have a “wardrobe” of clothes of my choosing.
9. I have 2 TVs
10. My kids have the choice of sleeping their own bed, each other’s bed, or my bed. They do not sleep on a cot, floor or out-doors.
I was rather annoyed by a few of the things on my list tonight. Then I started thinking about what a whiney baby I was being. I was convicted. Hello, really convicted. There is not much more to say.
Tell me your 10 Things.
Monday, April 28, 2008
10 Silly Things I Complain About
Monday, January 14, 2008
Kozodoy Christmas
Ev
ery year we go to Mark's mothers house for Christmas Eve. Things have changed allot in the 10 years I have been going. A major change has been the addition of three of their four grandchildren. For years Julian has been the solo kid. Even when the girls were born there was still very little for Julian to do with them. This year though, this year was different. The girls, and Moses, could not get enough of their favorite older cousin. They chased him, attacked him, loved on him, in short he was their hero. I found him hiding from them a couple of times, just to get some rest. He was all the things an older cousin is supposed be, times 10! He was brilliant.
ery year we go to Mark's mothers house for Christmas Eve. Things have changed allot in the 10 years I have been going. A major change has been the addition of three of their four grandchildren. For years Julian has been the solo kid. Even when the girls were born there was still very little for Julian to do with them. This year though, this year was different. The girls, and Moses, could not get enough of their favorite older cousin. They chased him, attacked him, loved on him, in short he was their hero. I found him hiding from them a couple of times, just to get some rest. He was all the things an older cousin is supposed be, times 10! He was brilliant.
This year was also special because we were all there. Everyone in the family was able to make it, with the exception of our dearests Will and Jim. There were 12 adults and 4 children. A party to be sure.
At times in the past the night could get late quick. This has become hard with the small kids. This year Robbie catered the meal and instead of letting Jay do all the dishes, we all pitched in and finished in record time. We were able to get right to presents, much to the glee of all the kids. This year all the "big kids" gave each other donations to the charity of their choice. It was a great alternative to was has turned into exchanging gift cards.
It was a fun Christmas Eve.
Moses, my baby, where did you go?
Unlike when Lola was a baby, I never wanted to rush Moses along. I loved the baby stage after being rudley introduced to todderdom.
And yet here he is in full toddlerhood. He throws 
fits, screams, whines with the best of them. It is ironic that I wanted to keep him a baby because he started talking at 10-11 months, he does things, thanks to his sister, she never did at 2. He is starting to potty train quite well. Judging from the ease in which this is taking place I suspect we could have done this much sooner had I any inclination to do so. Great, so no diapers...weird, no diapers. Somthing that has been in the budget for 4 1/2 years now. The other day I went to Babies-R-Us and felt a deep sense of longing. There was nothing there for me. I have my stroller, my pack and play, my crib...slowly each one of these items are being put up in the attic for the next "round" of babies. Yes, yes, in many ways this is an amazing blessing. They are so so so fun, a totally different fun. Baby fun is mommy centered, two and four year old fun, is two and four year old centered.
fits, screams, whines with the best of them. It is ironic that I wanted to keep him a baby because he started talking at 10-11 months, he does things, thanks to his sister, she never did at 2. He is starting to potty train quite well. Judging from the ease in which this is taking place I suspect we could have done this much sooner had I any inclination to do so. Great, so no diapers...weird, no diapers. Somthing that has been in the budget for 4 1/2 years now. The other day I went to Babies-R-Us and felt a deep sense of longing. There was nothing there for me. I have my stroller, my pack and play, my crib...slowly each one of these items are being put up in the attic for the next "round" of babies. Yes, yes, in many ways this is an amazing blessing. They are so so so fun, a totally different fun. Baby fun is mommy centered, two and four year old fun, is two and four year old centered.
Here he is on Christmas Eve while we were waiting for Daddy and Lola to get ready to go to Nana Sheri's. Doesnt he look like a little man? Part of his charm to be sure.
Friday, January 4, 2008
Dare to Repair - A Do-It-Herself Guide to Fixing (Almost) Anything in the Home
Yesterday I thought it might be fun to invite a few friends over for a painting playdate. Lola got a new painting kit for Christmas and I have only allowed her to use it once. If you are at all familiar with toddlers and paint, you would understand why I avoid it like the, well in this case, RSV or Rotavirus.
I prepared a spaghetti and crudités with various dips. I thought this would be easy, and a great dish to serve adults and kids.
The play-date was going swimmingly, kids were playing great; moms were enjoying the company and the weather warmed up just in time for our friend’s arrival. We sat the kids down for lunch, all seven kids fit at the table and the worst part of it was trying to supply them with enough baby carrots to eat. Amazing! Next was lunch for grownups. We had a lovely meal, as the children busied themselves outside. There were virtually no fits, I mean that only three out of seven threw a fit, so that is good statistics when it comes to large groups.
After we had finished eating I got up to start clearing the area so we could pull out the paints. Glancing at the clock, I noticed time was getting away from us fast. Most of the kids, well all but Lola, take naps, and we were quickly crouching into naptime. Aka: Fits-Fights-Full on losing it. I threw some noodles and carrots down the disposal and kept right on washing. We were in the throws of one of Cody’s more interesting family stories. If you know Cody at all, you know that ALL her family stories are interesting; so one engaging you more then the rest is a really killer. By the way, I had already heard this one at least twice.
I stepped to the right to grab some dishes and I heard a “squish”. When I looked down the floor was covered in water.
“What the…?” I opened my cabinets under the sink and a huge spray of water was pouring out of our pipes. I think I screamed, I know I shouted one or two “unclean” words…ok, maybe three, and just sat on my heels like a dummy. They all jumped up to have a look. After some exclamation Sarah handed me something to catch the water with.
“Well, does anyone know how to fix a sink?” I said in a sarcastic manner. Sarah, my friend that is 26 weeks pregnant, looks at it, jumps down and says, “I do, this just happened to me last WEEK!”
It was one of the funniest craziest things I have ever seen. There she is squatting down with a huge pregnant belly undoing the piping under my sink. As if my shock at seeing one of my friends do a job that I had chiefly set in my mind was only for males was not enough, Cody jumps in and grabs the pipes and starts helping her. They both knew to take it outside to the hose and clean it out. I do not think Jessica and I had even processed what happened in the time it took the two of them to fix the problem.
In the process of pulling apart the pipes Sarah did remark, “This is the proudest day of my life.” Now some people, men mostly, might think that is a crazy statement, after all Sarah has two children, a Masters, and lives in a beautiful home, but to be able to jump in and fix a leaking sink with SEVEN children in the house, that is a proud day sister.
Cody finished off the job by putting it all back together without one TOOL!
Sigh. Thank God for them. What I was thinking when the water was washing over my feet and splashing my face was, “How can I get Mark here fast enough? Oh Man is he gunna be MAD AT ME!” It never even occurred to me to do anything else. I like to think of myself as this proud, strong, do-it-yourself woman, yeah not so much. As I sit and reflect I do not like, nor do I do, yard work, trash duty, or anything that requires me to step foot near a toolbox or the outdoors. WHAT A SISSY!
I am now going to be woman; I am now going to fix leaky sinks, busted toilets, and paint fascia boards, (Is that how you spell it?) OK, we will see. Now that I am naming all the things I do not like to do, I still have no desire to do most of those things on a regular basis. What I would like is to be able to be 6 months pregnant and stop a sink from flooding a kitchen while my children bite at my feet and my friends ooh and ahh over my many “skills”. Is that too much to ask without having to take out the trash?
.
I prepared a spaghetti and crudités with various dips. I thought this would be easy, and a great dish to serve adults and kids.
The play-date was going swimmingly, kids were playing great; moms were enjoying the company and the weather warmed up just in time for our friend’s arrival. We sat the kids down for lunch, all seven kids fit at the table and the worst part of it was trying to supply them with enough baby carrots to eat. Amazing! Next was lunch for grownups. We had a lovely meal, as the children busied themselves outside. There were virtually no fits, I mean that only three out of seven threw a fit, so that is good statistics when it comes to large groups.
After we had finished eating I got up to start clearing the area so we could pull out the paints. Glancing at the clock, I noticed time was getting away from us fast. Most of the kids, well all but Lola, take naps, and we were quickly crouching into naptime. Aka: Fits-Fights-Full on losing it. I threw some noodles and carrots down the disposal and kept right on washing. We were in the throws of one of Cody’s more interesting family stories. If you know Cody at all, you know that ALL her family stories are interesting; so one engaging you more then the rest is a really killer. By the way, I had already heard this one at least twice.
I stepped to the right to grab some dishes and I heard a “squish”. When I looked down the floor was covered in water.
“What the…?” I opened my cabinets under the sink and a huge spray of water was pouring out of our pipes. I think I screamed, I know I shouted one or two “unclean” words…ok, maybe three, and just sat on my heels like a dummy. They all jumped up to have a look. After some exclamation Sarah handed me something to catch the water with.
“Well, does anyone know how to fix a sink?” I said in a sarcastic manner. Sarah, my friend that is 26 weeks pregnant, looks at it, jumps down and says, “I do, this just happened to me last WEEK!”
It was one of the funniest craziest things I have ever seen. There she is squatting down with a huge pregnant belly undoing the piping under my sink. As if my shock at seeing one of my friends do a job that I had chiefly set in my mind was only for males was not enough, Cody jumps in and grabs the pipes and starts helping her. They both knew to take it outside to the hose and clean it out. I do not think Jessica and I had even processed what happened in the time it took the two of them to fix the problem.
In the process of pulling apart the pipes Sarah did remark, “This is the proudest day of my life.” Now some people, men mostly, might think that is a crazy statement, after all Sarah has two children, a Masters, and lives in a beautiful home, but to be able to jump in and fix a leaking sink with SEVEN children in the house, that is a proud day sister.
Cody finished off the job by putting it all back together without one TOOL!
Sigh. Thank God for them. What I was thinking when the water was washing over my feet and splashing my face was, “How can I get Mark here fast enough? Oh Man is he gunna be MAD AT ME!” It never even occurred to me to do anything else. I like to think of myself as this proud, strong, do-it-yourself woman, yeah not so much. As I sit and reflect I do not like, nor do I do, yard work, trash duty, or anything that requires me to step foot near a toolbox or the outdoors. WHAT A SISSY!
I am now going to be woman; I am now going to fix leaky sinks, busted toilets, and paint fascia boards, (Is that how you spell it?) OK, we will see. Now that I am naming all the things I do not like to do, I still have no desire to do most of those things on a regular basis. What I would like is to be able to be 6 months pregnant and stop a sink from flooding a kitchen while my children bite at my feet and my friends ooh and ahh over my many “skills”. Is that too much to ask without having to take out the trash?
.
Monday, December 10, 2007
For the Ladies
Here I am on the blog again. Been some months. But, that seems to be my M.O. these days. Blog like crazy, not blog. Only when I am truly filled with some sort of overwhelming emotion do I feel the need to share my innermost thoughts with the world. I promise, I am not this cynical. Both babies did not nap today. It is 4:49, to early for bed. Of course-I know! But, we do have to make it till 6:30. They are grouchy, I am grouchy. Poor babies. I promise to write tomorrow when we are all a happy shiny family again.
I am 3.5 hours into the start of my “grandma coming to town”. If I did not have a huge belly and abnormal feet, I would guess I was going into labor. Oh the fun of this first day. Of course the labor pains are a welcome feeling next to the psychosis of the past week. Recently I have developed a drop in my progesterone levels and therefore have strong urges to cry, scream, not do laundry…oh, wait that MIGHT have something to do with my strong aversion to laundry the other 3 weeks of the month. But, who knows? I have piles hidden all over my house.
Is anyone else hot? Because now I feel like I am in menopause?
An Ode.
Oh crazy where are you?
Here you are right in my mind.
Friend of mine you are my bed. Two kids, one dog, husband.
Where is my escape? The shower when will me meet? Tonight you say, sorry to tired.
I will rendezvous with you at 6:30 with the two screaming in my ear, the one rushing for work, the dog sniffing past the curtain.
I am 3.5 hours into the start of my “grandma coming to town”. If I did not have a huge belly and abnormal feet, I would guess I was going into labor. Oh the fun of this first day. Of course the labor pains are a welcome feeling next to the psychosis of the past week. Recently I have developed a drop in my progesterone levels and therefore have strong urges to cry, scream, not do laundry…oh, wait that MIGHT have something to do with my strong aversion to laundry the other 3 weeks of the month. But, who knows? I have piles hidden all over my house.
Is anyone else hot? Because now I feel like I am in menopause?
An Ode.
Oh crazy where are you?
Here you are right in my mind.
Friend of mine you are my bed. Two kids, one dog, husband.
Where is my escape? The shower when will me meet? Tonight you say, sorry to tired.
I will rendezvous with you at 6:30 with the two screaming in my ear, the one rushing for work, the dog sniffing past the curtain.
GET OUT DOG!
Friday, August 24, 2007
Hanita
And then there is Hannah. Hannah is my blood sister. I do not I know anyone that is cooler then she. If you are interested in how ultra-cool she is, check out her blog. (I have the link under Cool People I know).
Hannah and I have been through every high and every low a sibling can know. We know each other in ways no one else could comprehend, and then many times in our journey as sisters, we have been complete strangers.She is what could be said as, polar opposite of me. She started building houses out of manila envelopes when she was only 4. She is currently an architect. She started that journey while still in high school. I have aspired to be about everything that involved creativity, never comminting enough time to any one passion to make it my own.
In 7Th grade, the entire year, she made straight 100s. I am NOT exaggerating. She has spent as much time studing as she has sleeping. I am no schlep at school, but studied just enough to get the A. In Utopia, where we went to High School, that did not require much studying. We were not the best of friends at that point.
She lived in Paris for a year and just got back from a 5 month stint in London. She has traveled all over Europe and I think, given the opportunity, she would settle in Paris for the rest of her life.
Most important of all her great qualities, she LOVES the Lord. She is an amazing sister in the Lord. She sends us great scripture at least everyother day. She works 60-80 hours a week, yet still always finds time to encourage us in the Lord.
Today, things are so great. We have such a great time together. We have found a place where we share many things in common, politics, art, I wish I could say travel, lets just say, she does travel and I would love to travel. It is funny because growing up, I think we all thought I would be the one living in New York and she would be the one at home with the kids. (She was pretty shy growing up...yea, not anymore!) She is so articulate, and smart. We have the same facial expressions, the same voice inflections and the same laugh. I love being her sister. I am going to go visit her in New York. I am so thrilled.
She came to visit 2 weeks ago. An interesting, but good visit.
Lola loves "Tita", even though the kids have not spent that much time with her they LOVE-LOVE-LOVE her. Lola thought for a long time Tita lived on an airplane, now she thinks she lives in Central Park, New York.
Moses is not inclined to let anyone but Mark and I hold him, by the 3rd day she was here, Moses was all about Tita. Now he asks to talk to her on the phone all the time.We have always looked alike, Hannah is ultra tiny, so that kind of gave away who was older. We wore our hair the same for years, in those days people always asked if we were twins.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Crossbridge Cronies
My friends in my last blog have known me all of my adult, some longer. I have been blessed to find a new set of sisters at the church Mark and I have been attending since January. There are some amazing woman that have crossed my path in the past few months. (Some of them I feel like I have known my entire life) I look forward to growing these relationships into life long friendships that are based in something greater then just similar personality traits.
Sarah Beth (SB), and Eden. We could have been raised in the same home. Artist, definitely a soul-sister.
Cody, very dry, very funny! Could not live without her. Loves a neat house. (Her own, not mine thank goodness.)
Mandy and Amber. Best friends, very sweet. Would like to get to know them better.
Sarah Beth (SB), and Eden. We could have been raised in the same home. Artist, definitely a soul-sister.
Last but not least, Zuzzanna. Cezch. Crazy, has spiced up my life in a great way.
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