Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Pre-Turkey Extravaganza post.

Foremost in mind, the 18 people (1 half of the immediate in-laws) that will grace our wee home on Turkey Day…breaking down to approximately 1 person for every 7 feet of my downstairs......shall be extraordinairily cozy and warm and am maintaining positive and joyful attitude concerning impending event. Am at least feeling confident concerning the food part of things, as result of cooking practice turkey a couple of weeks ago to ensure that I still remembered how to cook one...resulting in resounding success, even with picky-eating-pre-school-set....hubs ecstatic over abundance of turkey sandwiches.

Cooper is in love with “Sawah,” the very sweet and adorable older woman (4 year old) who lives down the street. Alas, I have been replaced! He gave her the sleepy, pre-nap snuggles that I am supposed to receive the other day when she was here after pre-school! I knew I would be replaced eventually, but honestly believed it would not be when he at 3 ½ years old....and she’s a blonde! Oh da tragedy of it all! At least I still have my Gagey....even if he tells everyone he meets that I broke the car.

Additionally, am very unhappy to report that the squirrel that is possibly...umm, probably....OK! definitely living in my chimney recently attempted to kill me. I was in my driveway. I looked up at him sitting on the tip top of the chimney (this would be 3 stories up). Admittedly, I was not wearing my glasses at time of confrontation, but I am fairly certain that there was direct eye contact, me squinting up at him, saying, “I know you’re up there. You better get out of my chimney.” (I don’t think he actually heard me. I’m not insane enough to say it out loud enough for a neighbor to hear me, but upon further reflection I realize that squirrels do probably have an accute sense of hearing and he probably did in fact hear my feeble and empty threat). So I went to the back yard and came back to the same spot about 3 minutes later, the SAME spot in my gravel driveway and there was half of a brick! From the top of my chimney! I looked up. Missing brick! No squirrel! Now one could reasonably speculate that perhaps the squirrel accidentally knocked a loose brick off, but wouldn’t it be beyond the strangest of coincidences that the brick just happpppened to fall to the same spot I was JUST standing in??????? I think it was an overt act of hostility on the part of the Mr. Squirrel and by this act he has declared war! Undoubtedly the sequel to Snakes on a Plane is going to be Squirrels in a Chimney...a much more plausible and probable plot line!.... However....will have to play out after the holidays....

I do try to live my life with gratitude every day for my good fortune (for example…I AM thankful that I have a chimney for squirrels to colonize) and the vast amounts of joy and love that I have in my life. But let me take this opportunity to stress how grateful I am for my friends. I love you all and wish you health and happiness and full bellies and restful sleeps on this Turkey Day.

Chow for now my lovelies! And Chow Down!!!!!


Friday, November 10, 2006

The Search Party.....

Okay, someone threatened to send a search party out for me, it's been so long since I last posted. So, here ya go C....

Been supremely busy, as usual. Still plugging away on the real estate, but have now made a conscious decision to take it DOWN a notch and just be sort of casual about it until the boys start school, as I am spending much to much of my time with them on the whole thing and it is having a negative effect, not just on them but on me! We are never going to get these pre-school years back, so I am going to enjoy them and have as much fun and as many hugs and cuddles as I can get while I can get them and before they start being embarrassed by their parents. However, I am happy to say that there is some activity going on in the world of real estate and it is interesting and fun, so that is cool.

The hubs is good, although we found out that most likely he will be laid off by next July. Joy! Don't get me started on the f-ing cancer-like-all-hail-the-might-dollar-screw-the-employees-as-long-as-the-f-ing-stockholders-are-making-money behavior of the American corporation! I don't suppose that there would be enough time for my Democratic Senator to introduce some legislation creating tax consequences for corporate outsourcing before he gets the axe, but I'm writing a letter to Hillary about it just the same. However, breathing deeply and attempting to remain calm, I am trying to look at this as an opportunity for him to perhaps find a new job closer to home than 45 minutes away, so maybe that will work out. At any rate, at least he's got a little bit of a head up about it, so that's cool.

My mom came the visit and we had a great time. Cooper and the mo are big fans of each other, two muskateers indeed and now he gets on the phone and extensive conversations with his grandmother now that she is back in Oregon, complete with shshsh-ing me to make sure I am not noisy while he's on the phone.

Gage is a drooool machine, think he has 2 year molars coming in, and as a consequence seems to take comfort in hitting Cooper, because of course that will make him feel better. Otherwise, he's awesome and really funny and talking more and more and sings and sings and sings. He's going to be a musician fo sho! Just this morning, to my delight, he was rocking out to The Reverend Horton Heat when it came on the radio.......he's got the beat!

I've been trying in vain to get them interested in soccer, which I understand from Mommyrox is the cheapest (equipment-wise) of the sport. However, I have discovered that they are pretty uncoordinated and can't keep their hands off the ball. ANOTHER mommy gave me an even better idea: SWIMMING! Speedo and goggles, all you need and the meets are always indoors, no sitting in the cold and rain (crap! totally unforeseen consequence, drats!). Upon which her two HULKING sons informed me that swimming and soccer would be good sports for them to get into if I wanted them to get picked on by the la cross, football and hockey players. I'm scared now, what if I screw them up by encouraging them to were speedos and be in the drama club? They are gonna get beat up aren't they? And it will be all my fault....

Speaking of beatings, I can hear them coming down stairs from the naps, hitting each other or at least yelling, "stop it" at each other.....gotta go.

peace out my lovelies.