Wednesday, September 30, 2009

25 Things I Stole From Another Blog

Again with the blog-lifting! This time from my pal, LurkerGirl. I will post original, non-stolen thoughts of my very own soon. I promise! In the mean time-

1. Who was your first prom date? My first and only prom date was Randy. He was younger than me and I asked him to go and we had a blast. Dinner at Red Lobster and freaking out trying not to get shrimp scampi sauce on the ruffles of my dress. He wore a white tux with a baby blue bow tie and cumberbund to match my dress. He was my BFF's brother and a total sweetheart.

2. Do you still talk to your first love? I don't even really know who my first love was. I lusted after a lot of guys but I don't talk to any of them.

3. What was your first alcoholic drink? Probably beer or wine coolers, but I recall a very bad early incident with Jack Daniels.

4. What was your first job? Orange Julius. Despite the nasty double-knit uniform, I loved that job because I had free 1/4lb hot dogs and pina-colada Julius' whenever the boss wasn't around.

5. What was your first car? Never had one.

6. Who was the first person to text you today? Nobody.

7. Who was the first person you thought of this morning? Probably Chickenhead because I was trying to remember if his jeans were in the dryer or needed to be washed. Luckily they were clean, as it is too cool to be wearing shorts today.

8. Who was your first grade teacher? Mrs. Langley. That's really all I remember about her.

9. Where did you go on your first flight in a plane? Chicago

10. Who was your first best friend and do you still talk? Rhonda and I have been BFF since 1983. That's 26 years, people! We talk every day.

11. Where was your first sleepover? Some girl when I was in 2nd grade. I don't remember her name, but her dad ran the projector at the drive-in theater, so we got to get freebies at the concession stand and sit up in the projection tower with him.

12. Who was the first person you talked to today? Chickenhead

13. Whose wedding were you in for the first time? My cousin Robert's wedding to his wife, Sophie. I was the candle-lighter. I had a long pink dress with lace sleeves. The dress had a square neckline that was not low cut AT ALL, but my mom insisted that it was so she made me a lace cape. Yes, a lace cape. It was more like a lace poncho. I hated that thing. All photos taken of me on their wedding day show me pissed off beyond belief. I was fantasizing about ripping that cape off, stomping on it and using one of the candles to set it aflame.

14. What was the first thing you did this morning? Pondered calling in sick, but then deciding to go ahead and go to work, already.
15. What was the first concert you went to? Rick Springfield--Do you know he is now 60! And he's STILL freaking HAWT! (LurkerGirl, me too!!) Ok, well no. The first concert I went to was the Osmonds at the Missouri state fair in 1976. I got to meet them. It was awesome. But yes, Rick Springfield is still hot!

16. First tattoo? I don't have it yet, but I want it.

17. First piercing? My ears when I was in junior high.

18. First foreign country you went to? Mexico

19. First movie you remember seeing? I vaguely remember seeing Disney's 'Song of the South' when I was really young, but the first movie I really recall the whole experience of seeing was 'Jaws'.

20. What state (province) did you first live in? Kansas

21. Who was your first room mate? The Husband.

22. When was your first detention? High school.

23. When was your first kiss? I don't even recall who or when. Must not have been a good kisser!

24. What is one thing you would learn, given the chance? Yeah, salsa dancing! With Antonio Banderas!

25. Who will be the next person to post this? No clue. But if you post it on your blog, leave a comment here so I can check it out! :)

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

50 Questions I Stole From Lola's Blog

Sorry, Lola! I'm feeling lazy today, and since it looks like this has been around the blog-world a time or two, I don't feel too terrible about blog-lifting!


1. Where were you three hours ago? I was on the bus, on my way to work
2. Who are you in love with? The Husband.
3. Have you ever eaten a crayon? No.
4. Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you? Yes, a pink highlighter
5. When was the last time you went to the mall? I couldn’t even tell you
6. Are you wearing socks right now? No.
7. Do you have a car worth over $2000? Just barely.
8. When was the last time you drove out of town? So long ago, I don’t recall.
9. Have you been to the movies in the last 5 days? No, but I want to see ‘Where The Wild Things Are’ when it comes out.
10. Are you hot? You know it!!
11. What was the last thing you had to drink? Coke
12. What are you wearing right now? Gray trousers and a black sweater.
13. Do you wash your car or let the car wash do it? I usually let the rain do it. Otherwise, it's the car wash.
14. Last food you ate? A Krispy Kreme donut. Yum!!
15. Where were you last week at this time? Same place.
16. Have you bought any clothing items in the last week? Ha! I wish
17. When was the last time you ran? I’m not running unless there’s a fire or a sale.
18. What was the last sporting event you watched? Chickenhead’s football game Saturday night. It was ugly; we lost, 38-0.
19. Your favorite animal? Cat.
20. Your dream vacation? Touring the great art museums of the world, staying in the finest hotels along the way. Oh yeah, and I’m not paying for it!
21. Last person’s house you were in? The FIL’s house, Grump Manor
22. Worst injury you ever had? Not long after the Husband and I were married we were in a car accident, and I broke 2 bones in my hand.
23. Have you been in love? Yes, still am!
24. Do you miss anyone right now? I miss my Aunt Judy, and my friend Beth.
25. Last play you saw? Last spring, the 3rd graders put on a production called ‘We Has Jazz’, does that count?
26. What is your secret weapon to lure the opposite sex? Home cookin’!
27. What are your plans for tonight? Make cards while watching the DWTS results show.
28. Who is the last person to send you a Myspace message or comment? I don't do MySpace.
29. Next trip you are going to take? In November, my BFF and I are going to Pioneer Woman’s cookbook signing here in KC! I can’t wait!!
30. Ever go to camp? Day camp. Not sleep away camp.
31. Were you an honor student in school? Nope.
32. What do you want to know about the future? Nothing, just let it happen as it does.
33. Are you wearing perfume or cologne? Yes, some ‘clean cotton’ type thing.
34. Are you due sometime this year for a doctor’s visit? Need to go to the dentist, and probably the gyno, too.
35. Where is your best friend? She’s at her desk at work
36. How is your best friend? Probably tired.
37. Do you have a tan? I have some depressing tan lines.
38. What are you listening to right now? Some song on the radio.
39. Do you collect anything? Vintage cookbooks, preferably with bad photography.
40. Who is the biggest gossiper you know? Me.
41. Last time you got stopped by a cop or pulled over? Never!
42. Have you ever drank your soda from a straw? Ok, is this really a valid question?
43. What does your last text message say? “We need to buy a Powerball ticket”
44. Do you like hot sauce? Yes, on chili or fried chicken
45. Last time you took a shower? 4 hours ago.
46. Do you need to do laundry? When don’t I need to do laundry?
47. What is your heritage? Irish and English.
48. Are you someone’s best friend? Yes, and I’m very lucky to be so!
49. Are you rich? Not money wise, but thankfully, I'm rich in other ways.
50. What were you doing at 12 AM last night? Trying to fall asleep!

Monday, September 28, 2009

Hear That Knocking? It's Opportunity, Baby!!

There has been a lot more chaos in the Casa lately, both good and bad. Opportunity is knocking on my door and just may break it down if I don’t answer it.



Chickenhead is loving football, which is good, but I’m excitedly counting down until the final game of the season (five! We only have five games left!!), which is bad. Bad, bad, mommy. Whatever. I’m over those phoney-baloney parents and coaches. If they want to be stupid, let them. All I know is, after five more weekends, we are done!

A couple of weeks ago, The Husband’s brother came to us with a proposal. Would we want to rent his house from him with option to purchase later on down the line? I had a lot of questions, as did the Husband. After getting the answers and talking it over, more and more, we are thinking that we would be fools not to do this. As with anything, there are pros and cons to moving. Here are some of the positives-

The current mortgage payment/rent is almost $300 less than what we’re paying now.
Loony Landlady fixes nothing where we currently live, so we’re paying a CRAZY amount in rent each month for a house that is slowly but surely falling apart around us.
We would have the opportunity to own the house, and quite frankly, with our credit what it is right now, we couldn’t finance a cup of ice at Quik Trip, let alone a house. Renting from the BIL for a couple of years would give us a chance to clean up our act and take it on down the road so to speak. The house is in a good neighborhood, and is a lovely 3-bedroom split-level. This good neighborhood, though, leads us to the negatives-

The new neighborhood is on the Missouri side of the KC Metro area, which means Chickenhead will have to go to an ENTIRELY new school. But. As I pointed out to him, he will be going in to fifth grade next year, and will know those kids much longer than he’s known the kids he goes to school with now. Sneaky, huh? The Husband threw in that we could get a dog AND a cat (named Curtis Martin), which may have sealed the deal as far as Chickenhead is concerned. The other big negative is what to do with my momma.

No, I currently have no plans to stick her on an ice floe and watch her sail off in to that long goodnight, or throw her from the train. I talked with her about the house yesterday. She said she doesn’t really want to move to Missouri (why, does she have an outstanding warrant, or something?), she doesn’t like the idea of a split-level house with it’s multitude of stairs, she doesn’t want to have to find new doctors, etc. She wants to live on her own, possibly get a car and start driving again (Lord help me). So, we will see.

Since opportunity is not playing Ding Dong Ditch here at the Casa, I also got news today that the head of our department at work wants me to make 50 cards for upcoming birthdays for the year. I’m excited and kind of nervous about this because really, do I have time to make 50 cards? Well yes, if I want some mad money, I do! So, I’ll begin designing and making them tonight. I’m stoked about getting crafty, and that hasn’t happened in a while. I’ll share the fruits of my labor with you soon!

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Are You Ready For Some Football?! Yeah, Me Neither.

This Saturday is Chickenhead's first football game of the season. He's toughed it out through three practices a week since the end of July and now we're ready to roll. Except me. I'm just ready for the season to be over with, already.

Why so negative, you ask? Well, I have discovered that what's wrong with kids sports is the parents. Don't get me wrong, most of the parents on our team are great people, who care about not only their boys,but the other team members as well. But, as with any group of people, there are always one or two half-wits who have to make it miserable for everyone else.

The Husband is a coach on Chickenhead's team, and for the past two weeks, we have been dealing with the never ending Uniform Disaster of 2009. Let me tell you all about it. The way youth football works in our little neck of the woods is there are teams for 3rd through 6th grade that pull from all the schools in the area, and they play under the local high school's name. The high school's team is the Raiders, so we're all Raiders, too. Fun, huh? The high school's team colors are green and yellow/gold (depending on who you talk to), like the Green Bay Packers colors. Keep those two colors in your mind, visualize them if you will.

At the beginning of the season, a parent stepped forward and donated over $1000 to pay for uniforms for every boy on the team. This was incredibly generous and helped out a lot of families on our team, some of whom were really stressing over how they were going to come up with this money. The coaches ordered the green jerseys and chose the 'gold' pants over the 'yellow' pants because the gold ones were made from a fabric that was easier to clean. The league said that as long as the colors were 'similar to the high schools' it was fine. Great. Not!

Last Friday night, all the boys put on their jerseys and went to a pep rally at the high school. One of the moms on our team began to complain that 'our boys jerseys aren't the same color green as the high school boys! That's not right!' She even went so far as to compare her son's jersey to his sister's cheerleading uniform (the same league runs a youth cheerleading program as well), screeching, 'look! They don't MATCH!!!!' Oh boy. It does not stop there, oh no, it does not. Because the big controversy was the pants. The GOLD pants were not the same as the YELLOW pants the high school boys were wearing. This was a crime against society and all that was sacred. Screechy-mom began whispering to other parents and giving the coaches the side-eye. Fingers were flying in a texting frenzy.

I was not going to be the one to tell her to shut the hell up already, because she got the uniform for FREE for heaven's sake. I tried to remain above it. Oh, and side note- the pep rally was hosted by the cheerleaders, who invited all the boys teams. When the ivite was given, the cheerleaders also asked that each boys team bring two 12-packs of soda and 2 pizzas. I'm having a little get together for my birthday next month, please come! Oh yeah, and could you go ahead and bake me a cake and bring me some liquor? I mean, really.

This past Monday, the husband came home from practice looking like he was on the edge of an anyuersm. I asked what was wrong, and all he said was, 'the pants'. Seems Screechy-mom took it upon herself to call the league to find out what could be done about the evil, satanic, GOLD pants. Well, as they say, the screechy-mom gets the oil, because the league called the coaches and said, 'well it's kind of an unspoken rule that the colors of the youth team's uniforms match the high school team's uniforms.' Yes. While the league said 'colors similar to the high school team's', what they were really trying to say, in a secret football language, was 'exactly like the high school team's'. Which is why the Husband spent most of Tuesday driving all over town to pick up everyone's diabolic, forsaken GOLD pants, so that they could be returned and exhanged for YELLOW pants.

So this Saturday, bright and early, we'll be heading out to the football fields, ready to get this train wreck over with already. I'll be the one in the stands hanging out with the cool parents, trying to keep her mouth shut. Be sure to wave!

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Health Care Discussion I Can Understand

With all the 'single payor' and 'public option' talk that's been bantered around all summer, it can get confusing. People are running around, screaming and waving signs and that's just in the House of Congress! But last night on Jimmy Fallon, he had a health care slow jam. And I think we can all dig that! Here's Jimmy and The Roots-

Monday, September 14, 2009

The Good Old Days (you know, the 80s?)


Being a child of the 80’s, some of my favorite recollections are of the times I spent at THE place to see and be seen, the mall. Specifically, Indian Springs Mall. I was a huge mall rat, and I’m not ashamed to admit it.

In high school, my mom and I would go to the mall to buy school clothes. I got jeans at Dillard’s and one year, I got a pair of parachute pants at J.C. Penney. Tennis shoes were almost always purchased at Foot Locker. Dress shoes were bought at Kinney’s or Baker’s, but the really cool shoes were at The Wild Pair. To go with those cool Wild Pair shoes, you needed to head up to Merry Go-Round for some clothes, maybe a puffy Prince shirt or a Michael Jackson ‘Beat It’ jacket. Musicland had a better selection of records than Camelot did, and supposedly it was easier to shoplift from there.




The main places to hang at Indian Springs were at the arcade, Fun Factory, the movie theaters and locally owned Mexican restaurant, Taco Via. Man, I loved me some Taco Via! I could go for a sancho right about now…Oh! And Italian Delight. My friend Rhonda and I would go there to look at the cute Italian boys working behind the counter.


She got to work at Topsy’s Ice Cream and Popcorn shop next door. I bet she was checking out those guys all day!





I got my first job at the mall, working at Orange Julius. The uniforms were hideous- orange and brown double-knit polyester tops that were hot and itchy. Right after I quit, they switched to polo shirts. Figures. But that’s ok, because my next job at the mall was probably one of the most fun jobs I’ve ever had. I worked at Spencer Gifts. Spencer’s had everything your parents didn’t want you to know about. I learned how to pierce ears there and seemed to spend most of my Saturdays ‘stapling’ people’s ears. The managers, Paula and Dave, were funny, and the other assistant manager, Yvonne and I would take total control of the store when they weren’t around. It was a blast.

I wish I could find more pictures of the mall back in its heyday, but I can’t. Sadly, malls are becoming a relic of the past. Indian Springs is facing the wrecking ball and then possible redevelopment. Three other malls in the Kansas City area have been torn down over the last few years. I get a little sad thinking that kids now won’t get to have that mall experience, although as a parent, the thought of my child spending all day at the mall doing God knows what is scary! I’m glad I got to experience it, though!

What about you, do you have any mall stories?

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Things To Do Before I Die

Don’t worry, I’m not planning on going anywhere, not yet, anyway. But whenever I get the Facebook note asking you to list all the things you’ve done, I think to myself, ‘but what about the things I haven’t done yet?’

Since I’m about to turn forty-two (or is it my second 21st birthday?), it’s about time that I start thinking about all of the things I want to do in this life, and get on it. So while I may be shelfing that dream to hang out in a hash house in Amsterdam, there are still plenty of attainable goals I can meet. In no particular order, here are the things I want to do-

1. Go to the Museum of Modern Art (MoMA) in New York City. I may as well go to the Met while I’m there, too.
2. Watch the sunrise from the shores of the Atlantic, preferably in New England.
3. Watch the sunset from the Pacific, maybe in Seattle. Do they get sunlight up there?
4. Spend a ‘Ferris Bueller’ type day roaming around Chicago. Only without the Ferrari.
5. Have a birthday party in Vegas with my closest friends. Hell, have any party with my closest friends, I love being around them!
6. Take Chickenhead to a rock concert.
7. Make a piecrust from scratch.
8. Go to the Rock n Roll Hall of Fame for a day
9. Take a family vacation to the Grand Canyon.
10. Get a tattoo.

I’m sure as I think about it more, I’ll come up with more things I want to do. What about you? Are there things you want to do, but just haven’t done yet?

Friday, September 4, 2009

Life Is Too Short To Deal With Stupid People

This is my new motto. I am tired of worrying about what people think of me. I'm tried of always trying to measure up to other peoples' expectations.

A couple of things have brought about this new additude. First, my husband and I are for whatever reasons, 'that family' at Chickenhead's school. You know, the family that causes you to cringe whenever you see that they've signed up for activities? Yeah, that's us. I have my suspicions as to what started all of this, and in the simplest of explanations, things were said about us that were not true. And because some people chose to believe the things that were said, they avoid us like the plague. Last night, with the exception of two people and Chickenhead's teacher, none of the other parents at back to school night said a word to me. It was like I didn't even exist. I don't go to the school with the expectation that I will be Patty Popular, and that's not really what I want, but when you smile at someone standing in front of you and say 'hello', and they act like you aren't even there? It's disconcerting. I showered, my hair was clean, make up fresh, teeth brushed. So really, what gives?

Second, towards the end of the orientation, a parent asked if the teacher was going to allow the kids to watch President Obama's upcoming address to school children across America next week. The teacher acknowledged that as there was some controversy around the speech, the class would not be watching. This parent then said, 'Well thank goodness, because I don't want my son watching THAT!' What 'that'? It's wrong for our children to see the president? Or it's wrong for our children to see a black president? There has been some issue taken with the White House's suggestions for activities that kids can do that relate to President Obama's speech. Things like set goals for themselves and think of ways they can be better citizens in their communities. Here's a link to some of the activities for children in K-6: White House Media Resources



Chickenhead and I discussed this last night, and he wants to not only do one of the activities, but he wants to write a letter to President Obama as well. Go, Chickenhead!

All this to say that I'm tired of not being able to be me. I'm tired of allowing others to make me feel like I don't measure up to their unrealistic expectations. I know the truth about myself, my husband, my family. I know that we are good people. Not perfect, but we do our best and we try to look out for our fellow man. I will no longer allow anyone to make me feel inferior!

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Musings, Rants, Ponderings, etc...


Happy September! The cool weather that we've had the past few days has got me all geared up for autumn. I was able to finally turn off the A/C and air the house out.



My mom may be coming home next week. I hope that she'll do OK once she gets home. I think she will. I'm having a bit of an issue with the psychiatrist at the nursing center she's at. He has told my mom that she does not have dementia at all. Nope, all of her problems were caused by swelling of the brain, which according to him, was caused by Zoloft. So as long as she doesn't take any more Zoloft, she'll be fine. Huh? OK, a couple of things here. First, her neurologist was the one who ordered the MRI, CT scans and doppler scans of her brain when she first went in to the hospital. His exact words to me was that there was not ANY kind of trauma to the brain, no sign of stroke, tumor, blood clot, swelling, anything. He hasn't steered my mom wrong yet, so I trust him. Second, don't you think if a drug caused something as serious as swelling of the brain, maybe it shouldn't be on the market?

I would love it if my mom's afflictions were the result of taking a medication she shouldn't have been prescribed. But I don't want her to cling to that, only to later find out it's not true. We'll be going to see a neuro-psychologist soon, and hopefully he can pin down an answer for sure.


Why, oh why is Michelle Duggar pregnant AGAIN? I am simply confounded and slightly repulsed at the way this family reproduces. We get it, you're fertile. As I said the other day, I fully expect her uterus to walk out and turn in it's letter of resignation after baby #19 is born.



Tomorrow night is Back To School night, not to be confused with the previously attended Back To School Bash. The bash was a pizza/ice cream party, the night is for parents only, a chance to meet the teacher, find out how her/his mind works, etc. I would say I'm looking forward to it, but that wouldn't be completely true, as I'll have to interact with the shallow, clique-ish bunch of parents at Chickenhead's school. Don't get me wrong, there are a few really nice, genuine people who have children in his class. But there are also some of the same shallow, petty types you probably recognize from the cliques back in your high school days. Frank Zappa was right- 'Life is like high school,except you get money'. The kids in the clique never change, they just grow up and have kids of their own. Anymore they don't bother me as much as they used to. I've discovered that one of the best things about being 40(ish) is that you no longer give a rat's rump what people think. If they want to be shallow and petty, that's their issue, it won't be mine.