I’m not, just in case you were wondering.

But, that aside, I just bought a snake.  Not a snake that slithers around but a snake you put down your drain, deep into the bowels of your plumbing.

And let me tell you, I am sure I just got as equal of a high, when I pulled out the three inch long hair/soap/skank clog in my bathroom shower last night, as a picker does hitting the mirror with their popped zit.

Her response made me laugh, for so many reasons.  And then I said to her, I’m going to start using that.  For the past three days, whenever anyone asks me how I am, I respond, “Live’n the dream!”

Try it.  It makes those asking the question stop to think for a second about what you really just said and then it typically elicits a laugh.  Which is the best part of the whole deal.

Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply.  Speak kindly.  Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.

May this new year bring you abundance in all that you are looking for.

Happy 2010!

It went so smashingly that I think, in regards to cleaning, I will deem 2010 the year of GETTING IT DONE ANYWAY YOU CAN, it don’t have to be pretty.

As the sunlight from the bathroom lit up half his little body I looked at him in his quiet state, in the quiet of the morning and a flood of emotion washed over me.  How big his little body had gotten, how cute he was, how funny was his hair splayed in all directions, and than that crooked smile that turned into a shy “oh no you’re looking at me” look.

At that moment I fell in love with him all over again.

Let your nine year old stay home with the other two kids while you went on a 30 minute bike ride?

Pull over to the side of the road to have your kid take their time out outside of the vehicle?

Serve your kids corn dogs for 3 consecutive nights in a row?

Send your precious 5 year old to a drop off program for 6 and up?

Would you?

We have kicked off the summer with cleaning chores for everyone, everyday.  Why should I have to do it all?  Once said chores are done, we can move onto fun times.

Now we have also started our Summer Adventure List and the hope is we choose one fun thing to do a week (depending on the week).  These things range from bike rides to the Sculpture Garden to The MOA to hiking and going to the zoo.

But then there is this fighting that keeps happening.  So we have made a rule.

Rule:  If you fight and you can’t resolve it, BOTH parties go to their room and stay there until I say they can come out.  I have found waiting until the next meal allows them to really think about what they have done.

How this summer goes is totally up to the choices these kids make.  Get along…we will do real fine.  Fight…you will find out just how much paint was put on the walls of your room.

I’ll keep you posted.

Monday night our whole family was sitting in the bleachers watching CT’s baseball game. It was getting dark and late, the kids were filling up on concession stand crap as a result of soccer and baseball running right through dinner time and into dusk.

PJ left her hot dog wrapper on her seat. I picked it up, crumpled it into a ball and threw it from my seat into to garbage can, since I still couldn’t walk right.

As the foil ball went straight into the can, the following conversation unfolded.

Me: yelling, Oh Yeahhhh…MOOOOONEY SSHHHHHOT!

Adam gives me a startled look.

PJ: Mom, what’s a money shot?

Me: A money shot is when you make it right in, it’s like the best shot you can make.

PJ: I wanna make a money shot. Money shot, money shot, money shot.

Adam: Now starting to shake his head and looking at me mouthing, What are you saying? Honey no, that’s not what it means!

KP: Can I make a money shot mom?

Me: Sure!

KP & PJ: Now chanting, Money shot, money shot, money shot.

Adam proceeds to tell me in a hushed tone that a money shot has more to do with the porn world then with me making the said shot into the garbage can.

As he illuminated my world, I couldn’t stop laughing. How priceless is it that our kids are chanting porn slang at the oh so whole some baseball game.

If you read to the very end of the Wikipedia definition, you will find that I am just about half right, in a very obscure way.

He is coming as fast as he can to tell his friends to stay away from this kid.  He eats them for breakfast.