November 2009

Tiny Tidbits: Dance Attack, Trees, And Victor E.

November 30, 2009 · 0 comments

1.) While at a wedding reception Saturday night (more about that and my dancing debut later) my sister was the victim of a dance attack. You know…when some brave chap decides he can get all up in your space and have his way with you? Yeah it happened to her twice by the same fella. We were all, “dude! She’s married and like six months pregnant!”, but he wouldn’t listen.

Anyways, we were goofing around on the dance floor and I started recording her working her magic when out of nowhere the guy tries to get all up on her AGAIN. She immediately threw up her hand up and was all, “no thank you” and then out of nowhere her hubby jumped up and defended his woman in a most unusual manner.

And I got it ALL. On. Video….awwwww yeeeaaaaa:

2.) Thanksgiving was fun! And by “fun” I mean “mama had a few glasses of wine”. I ate my standard lasagna and dinner roll and then we headed to my sister’s house for game night (Pictionary).

Unfortunately it was at this party that I was the victim of a random act of aggression.

My brother in law…The Daveman…pulled my chair out from beneath me when I was standing to point something out to the opposing team. I went to sit down thinking naturally my chair would be where I left it and instead found myself crashing to the ground.

Normally I like to point and laugh at people who fall, but in this case I just laughed…it might have looked strange for me to be pointing at myself too. Borderline nutso if you ask me?

Anyways…that brother in law of mine will get his due…believe you me.

3.) We got a Christmas tree. The kids had been hounding us about the tree pick up alllll day long. As you can see they’re pretty excited and grateful to finally be picking one out. Happy little bunch.

4.) We proceeded to decorate the aforementioned Christmas tree…and my little nephew helped. Such a cutie.

4.) I love Victor E…we might keep him…

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Writer’s Workshop: Girlfriends

November 26, 2009 · 0 comments

Write A Poem About Something You Are Thankful For.

I spent everyday with them.
Thinking about them.
Talking to them.
Laughing with them.
Gossiping.

I thought the only people in the world
who understood me
were my friends.

And then we grew up.
Realized we weren’t going to be neighbors
for life after all.
So many different directions.
We couldn’t follow each other.

I lean on family.
My husband brings calm
to long busy days.
My kids bring a love unmatched by any.
My sisters and my Mom.
My constant sources of support.

But still.
When that eclipse of a moment occurs
and all of the different directions just stop
and find each other again,
It’s like stepping back in time.
The laughter, the inside jokes, the recognition.

I remember these people
and why I chose them to be mine.
And they remember me.
The girl before kids and husbands and aprons
And they bring her back.

And I’m so thankful.

Happy Thanksgiving!!

Now it’s your turn!

Choose a prompt, post it on your blog, and come back and sign Mr. Linky. Be sure to sign up with the actual post URL and not just your basic blog URL (click on the title of your post for that URL). For good comment karma try to comment on the three blogs above your name!!

The Prompts:

1.) An ER moment.

2.) Describe how your audition for a trashy reality show would go.

3.) Before all hell breaks loose Peeta and Katniss are able to picnic on the roof together…they know that when they leave one or both will likely die. Peeta looks at Katniss and says, “I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now, and live in it forever.” Describe your moment.
(inspired by Catching Fire written by Suzanne Collins)

4.) Write a story in exactly 101 words. (winner gets a 25 dollar gift card!)
(inspired by Jennifer from The Peterson’s Go Public)

5.) Okay okay fine…tomorrow is Thanksgiving and it wouldn’t be right if I didn’t have a Thanksgiving themed prompt. Write a POEM about something you are grateful for.

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Your Assignment, Should You Choose To Accept

November 25, 2009 · 0 comments

Directions:
For you newbies it’s never to late to jump in!! Here is what you must do. Choose a prompt that inspires you most. Write. Come back this Thursday and paste the URL to your actual post (do this by clicking the title of your post after you hit publish, an extended URL will come up in the address bar. That’s the URL you want to use) into the Mister Linky that will be up…this way anyone can click on your name and head over to your place to see what you wrote.

Feel free to write on more than one prompt if you so desire. I do it all the time, but it’s my game…and I don’t know how to shut-up…so it should be expected. And remember the more comment love you give, the more comment love you get so comment comment away.

The Prompts:

1.) An ER moment.

2.) Describe how your audition for a trashy reality show would go.

4.) Write a story in exactly 101 words.

5.) Okay okay fine…tomorrow is Thanksgiving and it wouldn’t be right if I didn’t have a Thanksgiving themed prompt. Write a POEM about something you are grateful for.

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Foster Friends: Victor E.

November 24, 2009 · 0 comments

We picked up out newest foster pup on Sunday. Can I just say it was an…errrr…”different” experience.

First of all this is the first time I’ve ever had to go pick up a foster dog at a “warehouse” in the dark.

Second of all, upon meeting Mickey I officially realized I’m completely superficial and really was interested in bringing home a more attractive dog. And by “more attractive” I mostly just mean “healthy”.

Luckily I recorded the experience and can I say that I cracked myself up while editing this video? Probably because I know how uncomfortable I was with the whole “picking the dog up at night in a shady part of town” thing. You can just hear it…there are a lot of shaky sounding “umms” in the video. As in, “ummmmm are we safe” and “ummmm is this legal” and finally “ummmm is that seriously the dog you want to send home with me??”

Because let me tell you, Mickey was no looker. He was tiny and shaking and biting the cage door and his eyes were blood red. I couldn’t look at him…you can BARELY hear me tell the man helper that I thought the cages were mixed up because the Mickey in that cage looked nothing like the Mickey in the pictures. Poor poor Mickey.

The man was all, “do you see another dog you’d like to take home instead?” and I was all “DORIS?? DUDLEY?? GRETA???” and he was all, “no they’re all taken…would you like Victor?” and without blinking I said, “Yes! Victory would be great!”

Sight unseen.

Poor Mickey.

I do feel bad…but really…I think the children would have been afraid of him.

I’m not superficial.

I’m thinking about the children. I’m sure Mickey has a wonderful foster family right now.

SO without further adieu…I give you Victor.

Or as Maile calls him “Victor E.”

Hard to believe that when they found Victor E. he looked like this:

Seeee…there IS hope for Mickey!!

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Reasons I Love My Husband: He Buys Me Stuff To Keep Me From Breaking His Stuff

November 23, 2009 · 0 comments

I think I may very well be the only grown American in….America who doesn’t own a cell phone. You heard me right. I don’t own a cell phone.

See, I used to have a real old school flip phone, but turns out when you give phones to one year olds in an effort to keep them quiet, they get broke.

Mine broke and I was all, “Paaaaat why don’t you order me a new phone????” and he was all, “your grown.” and I was all, “yeah, but I don’t know anything…who am I even supposed to call?” and he was all, “Verizon” and I was all, “UGH. Why can’t you just do it?? You know I’ll go in and end up with the most expensive phone in the store!” and he was all, “yeah that’s true…don’t get one…I’ll do it.”

And that was a year ago.

So guess who came skipping home with a brand new fancy pants phone of his own this week?

Mmmhmm. Patrick.

Now…I haven’t pushed the no phone issue for a couple reasons. #1 I’m always home. No need to waste all that money on a phone I can only use on the weekends. And #2 I use Pat’s phone when I do go out.

Now…I’m starting to push the phone issue for a couple different reasons. #1 How fun would it be to snap pictures of my travels when I DO go out!?! I could have gotten a photo of that crazy checker who told me he wanted to be Ron Jeremy for Halloween. #2 Pat is no longer willing to let me use his phone. He even has a fancy lock on it that he begrudgingly gave me access to.

me: Hey I’m taking all three kids by myself to go pick up our little foster dog…we’ll be traveling to a real shady part of the city at 8 o’clock at night, can I bring your phone in case we get car jacked by a bunch of gun yielding gangsters?

pat: Ummmmmmmmmmmmm…..

me: You’re just staying home right?? You’re not going to be using it??

pat: Ummmmmmmmmmmmm…..

me: Seriously Pat?

pat: No that’s fine…just ummm….just don’t scratch it…okay Kat?

While driving to dinner the other night I was all consumed with thoughts of Catching Fire…the sequel to the Hunger Games, but Pat wouldn’t let me be.

pat: Check it out Kat, you can search things on the internet by talking to it…

me: wow….

pat: Watch this…”Mama Kat’s Losin’ It”….ohhh…it found Mama Cat…with a ‘C’…

me: wow…

pat: Let’s try another one…’that girl’….ohhh…it found ‘batgirl’…

me: Maybe if you actually spoke English…

pat: Maybe if you actually WERE English!

me: Good one Pat.

pat: Okay but look at this…there’s GPS in here and when I type in the address to where we’re going it will actually recite the directions while you drive.

me: wow…

pat: Let’s try it out…now watch…okay so here is where we’re going…looks like it’s right over here in the south side…see Kat look…

me: Are you seriously showing me a map right now? You may as well be showing me a poem written in Japanese Pat…you know better than that!

And then the thing actually got us to where we were going and I was all, “soooo how much did that cost?” and “does it have internet access?”…and then I was all, “you know if you don’t want me to use your phone anymore we really should look in to getting me one just like it…it’s much too dangerous for me to be traveling without a phone…what if the mountain blows up or something?”

So guess which grown American is no longer going to be the only girl in…America without a cell phone?

Am I spoiled or what!?!

A rhetorical question…feel free not to answer that one.

Reasons I Love My Husband:

1.)He brings me warm bottles to give to the baby in the middle of the night when I am cussing him out in my head.

2.)He ignores my juvenile behavior and patiently waits for me to get over myself and discuss our finances like an adult.

3.)He sits back until I give him the “look” and then he swoops in and rescues me from a sure death of toddler suffocation.

4.)He sat at the door of the operating room, after I was rushed in following an emergency c-section, waiting for word of my condition…for six hours.

5.)He drives 45 minutes out of his way to go get me sushi on Friday night because I’m hungry and moody and tired and he wants me to be happy.

6.)He says things like, “Kat. Who are the most important people in your life? We are all here. We all love you. We’re not going anywhere. Just remember that.” and makes me feel better when things start getting to me.

7.)He takes time away from HIS job and comes home on a moments notice to help ME with MY job.

8.) When I’ve had a tough day with the kids he lets me talk it out until I run out of gas and then suggests we send them to a different daycare.

9.) He wears my pink polk-a-dotted apron without so much as a blink when I want to take a picture of him for The Blog.

10.)He will never leave me for Kathy Lee Gifford because he thinks she’s outdated and fears for his life.

11.) He supports my shopping habit and watches the children as I single handedly delay our family’s future for a few cute tops…ok a lot of cute tops…and some shoes…maybe a clutch.

12.) He’s one of those smarty pants people who is not on the up and up with hidden messages and does not care about superficial stuff…including the condition of my hair, windblown or not.

13.)He doesn’t take sides when I tell him to whack our son for an entire day of horrid behavior but instead delicately puts his hand on our baby boy’s head and turns to me to say, “My God Kat, he’s burning up!!” and then asks me to fetch the motrin.

14.) He knows that you can’t go putting the alpha male of this house in the runner up carseat, hence demoting him to an inferior position in his own domain.

#15. He buys me stuff to keep me from breaking his stuff.

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