Monthly Archive for November, 2006

He Knows If You’ve Been Bad Or Good

Don’t worry, I’m in a better mood today, and thank you to those of you who gave me some encouraging words.

The kiddos and I headed to the mall today to visit Santa. Being the cheapskate I am, I didn’t want to pay the 30 or so bucks it costs these days to get their photos taken with him, so we were just going to say hi, and let Lindsay tell Santa what she would like for him to bring her for Christmas. I found out yesterday though, that you are allowed to take two pics with your own camera, so that’s what we did. Lindsay put on her Christmas dress, Emery put on a festive shirt, and we headed to Santa’s Chalet at the mall. You can see the pics here. I think they turned out pretty well. I think any Santa pics should be deemed “good” if the kids aren’t bawling their eyes out and struggling to escape Santa’s grasp, right? ;)

The other pics are of us just playing around upstairs the other night. Enjoy.

Time To Vent

Ok, seriously, if you’re not in the mood right now to hear someone bitch, I suggest you look away. Read no further.

Now that you’ve had sufficient warning, those of you still reading must be beggin’ for some bitchin’. ;)

I appologise for the following; I don’t do it often, but sometimes things just keep adding up and festering in my mind for weeks and I finally reach a boiling point and SNAP. In no particular order, these types of people are currently driving me insane (amongst other types that don’t even need to be named, such as terrorists, murderers in general, and all of the other horrible human types there are out there that we all can’t stand):

People who are lazy and have no intention of pulling their lives out the rut they’re in, but would rather blame everyone/everything else around them and let others lend their time and money, with little or no thanks in return, and no lesson learned. No “This is what I needed to get back on my feet and now I can not only help myself, but help others who are in the situation I was in”. No, they just use up the resources people worked so hard to provide to help them out, and end up back in the same rut they were in before; endless cycle. Eternally frustrating. Perhaps it’s the hardcore Republican in me, who knows, but I can’t stand that sort of living/thinking. ;)

People who feel entitled to things they haven’t earned. Now this category includes spoiled kids, most Americans in general, and criminals, mostly thieves. I don’t understand these people at all. Where do they think the things they get/steal come from? Don’t they realize someone has worked really hard, invested time, money, emotion, etc into attaining these things? What makes them able to simply say, “well, I really want that, so I should have it”, without a thought for the person who worked so hard to get it in the first place?

Parents who cover for their kids mistakes or shortcomings by becoming rediculously defensive rather than helping their children out by teaching them the right way to act; the proper thing to do or say. I’m sure every American teacher hears me on this one. We Americans, especially, are notorious for this and it needs to stop. The kids of these types of parents really frighten me because they are never going to learn to own up to or fix their own mistakes. They’ll learn they can get away with whatever they want and justify their actions with excuses or lies; the most likely one being that they had a rough childhood/bad parenting. What a slap in the face that’ll be to those parents who thought they were helping their kid by “being a friend” to them. Kids have friends their age. What they need are parents who are willing to act like parents. Parents who are willing to put their foot down regardless of the contempt, the anger they face from their children at the time. Parents who know that, yes, they have to be the “bad guy” a LOT of the time, but that it will help their children to have that strong guide, that leadership in their lives, and that appreciation comes with time and maturity.

People who aren’t willing to own up to their mistakes or intentional bad deeds. You hear it all the time, even when undeniable evidence points to the contrary, “It wasn’t me. I didn’t do it.”. Now a lot of this stems from the bad parenting mentioned in the prior category. It’s a human instinct to not want to take the blame when we make a mistake, but that’s what parenting is supposed to help out with. Our job as parents is to prepare our kids to interact with the society we live in. It sounds cliche, but that’s what the golden rule is for. My parents made sure that one of the biggest points they taught us as kids was to treat others as we would want to be treated. Their constant question to us was, “How would that make you feel?”. We were taught to ask ourselves that question before we did anything that might affect another person, and I wish every other parent would do the world a favor and do the same.

On the other end of the “not willing to own up to things” problem are the people who, to me, are just as frustrating. I got a taste of this just this morning. These are the people who are willing to take credit for someone else’s efforts. Most of us had experience with these people when we had to work on team projects in school, and I’m not too proud to admit that at times I was one of these people in high school. They do little to nothing, compared to what everyone else puts in, and gladly sit back and take in the glory, rather than admitting their slight contribution, or even just giving a polite little shout out; “Thanks for the praise, but really, so-and-so deserves most of the credit, they worked their ass off and put in the financial and emotional contribution.” Not so hard is it? Being on the other end, I’ve certainly learned my lesson.
Ok, the list definitely goes on, but I don’t want to put my readers into a funk, especially this time of year, so that’ll be it for now. Hopefully we won’t see another installment of the Heather Bitch Fest for quite some time. Thanks for letting me vent though. I do feel a bit lot better. :)

Second Star To The Right

Lindsay has spent this entire week telling me all about how she can fly. She insists that she is magical, and that, by thinking good thoughts, she can soar to the stars. Any guesses on what movie she is fascinated with at the moment? Yes, good ol’ Peter Pan. Ever the impressionable child she is, and more dangerously, with the same semiphotgraphic memory her mother has, she can recite the lines and songs of a movie after seeing it only once. She now sings, “Following the leader” every time she’s behind me, and walks around with her arms outstretched beside her as if she’s flying when we go for walks. These are the ok things. But then there are the less desirable immitations. I never noticed how much name calling there is in Disney movies, and I’m beginning to wonder whether or not they’re a good influence on young minds. Especially the older ones! (Not that it’ll stop me from sharing all of my childhood favorites with them) She has now picked up such wonderful phrases as “blundering blockhead”, “poppycock”, and “blithering idiot”, to add to her already colorful insult library from Cinderella. ;) Ah well, I suppose it’s all just part of growing up and learning what’s appropriate to say and what’s not, right? Leave it to me to justify it by declaring it a life lesson. ;)

Hurry Up Ana!

This weekend I threw Carrie her first baby shower (many thanks to Chloe and “The Megans” for help!). We had the perfect sized group, and had a lot of fun. Carrie left with a car packed full of presents and diapers. Barney had to deliver the bassinett to their house this morning, the car was so full! :)

We played the usual embarrassing baby shower games; melt the candy bars in the diapers and make people smell them to guess which one is which, make the mommy-to-be stand in the middle of the room while people guess how many toilet paper squares it would take to wrap around her belly, give people less than a minute to study a tray with about 20 objects on it and then make them compete to see how many things they can remember. You know, all that fun stuff. No, it really was fun.

I forgot to start taking pictures until more than halfway through the shower, but at least I took enough to capture the moment.

Now all there is to do is sit back and wait…wait….wait for little Ana to arrive. I don’t know if you can tell or not, but I’m very excited to meet her! Knowing that I’m not having any more babies makes Carrie and Chloe’s next babies my surrogate kiddos. Can’t wait to spoil them! ;)

Wide Open Spaces

Walking into the Rose Garden Arena last night took me right back to my teenage years, when I actually went to a few concerts, imagine that! My sister Chloe, and a few friends of ours, went for a girls’ night out to dinner at The Rock Bottom Brewery (which, if you haven’t been is quite tasty) and then on to see The Dixie Chicks in concert. Let me just say, the lead singer, Natalie, is AMAZING. She floors me with how powerful her voice is and how effortless singing is for her. I’ve always had a passion for singing, but never will I be able to sing with such talent. And the other two gals have great voices too, but their instrumental prowess is even more impressive. It was so great to see a group live, and have it sound the same, if not better than it does on their records!
I’m insanely jealous of their overall talent, and would love to be able to play an instrument. That’s why I’ve decided Lindsay will learn to play the fiddle or violin, and Emery the guitar or piano. ;) And Chloe said Ayden will have to learn the banjo or the mandolin, and they can start a little band to entertain us. HA! We’ll see. No, but it was a great show. The opening act was awesome too. I had never heard of him, but Bob Shneider was really impressive. Great easy listening voice, and hysterical dry wit onstage. I might just get one of his CDs to check out the rest of his stuff.

Oh, just a tip though, if you ever go see a concert at the Rose Garden, try to sneak in your own drink and snack, because damned if I’ll ever pay $4 for a soda again, and neither should you! ;)

Let’s Just See If This Works….

Ok, testing out whether or not my photos will show up on here yet. There will eventually be galleries again, but for now, this crude system will have to suffice. :)

He Walks!

Wow, with our trip to California for my mom’s 5oth, and then our site being in disarray, I have completely forgotten about my poor blog! As you can see, Barney has been frantically trying to get everyones’ blogs up and running again after his server crashed last week. So be prepared for some changes, obviously in appearance as well as functionality. He’s slowly working us back towards the way we were before, but I’m just so grateful anything works at all! ;) He stayed up past 1 last night to get us this far so that we can at least post, and put some pics on. So thanks to you, my sweet!

In recent news (although it’s already been over three weeks!) Emery is WALKING! Yes, he is completely and utterly mobile, and I LOVE it! Oh, don’t get me wrong, he’s still entirely clingy, but at least I can put him down and he can follow me from room to room rather than me having to carry him. And when we go to parks and the like, he can explore a little on his own. Yes, that’s a blessing and a curse all at once, but I feel such relief for him that I’ll force myself to be grateful. This poor kid reminds me of my brother when he was little; too smart for his incapable body, and horribly frustrated half of the day. I don’t really know how to describe how we know he’s highly intelligent. It’s just the little things he does every day. Watching how he figures things out so easily, and how he analyses things to understand how they work; he’s almost mechanical, an engineering mind for sure. I tell ya what, I’ll be shocked if this kid grows up to be a vet, or a painter. No, I’m thinking more along the lines of architect, or structural engineer, or hey, maybe computer scientist. ;) Only time will tell I suppose.

Let’s see, what else? Halloween was a blast. Lindsay was Cinderella (her favorite princess, she has the movie completely memorized!) and Emery was a little bat man (thank you to Auntie Peggy for donating the costume). I’ll try to get some pics up soon so stay tuned! Oh, and we lost our little kitten Dusty on Halloween night. I think all of the trick or treaters scared him, he ran, and then had no idea where he was, or how to get home. I had nightmares of some punks putting him in a dumpster or something, but after putting up Lost posters a few days later, we got a call and retrieved Dusty from a gal who had kindly taken him in after she found him cowering under her deck to escape the stormy weather we’ve been having. Needless to say, we were so very grateful and relieved (except maybe Barney, just kidding!)

Well, I think that’s all the update I have for now (like that wasn’t enough to bore you to tears, right?) Like I said, I’ll try to get some pics on this week. Ta ta for now!