Pressure

Why is it that every time I've crazy busy and stressed with work and such that the Billy Joel song "Pressure" runs through my head. I hear him singing it and that "violin" (via synthesizer) solo that's in the middle of the song. I'd rather be in a New York state of mind, if you get my drift. I feel like I'm loosing my mind. 1 2 3 4 PRESSURE!

Parental Verification

As a loan officer I do a lot of verifying. In order to get into a house they need to verify a lot of things. Verify that you have a job, that you've continually have had a job, that you have money to pay closing costs, that that money didn't just 'appear' in your account one day, that you make your current mortgage/rent payments on time, that you have decent credit, that you don't already own homes we don't know about, that you don't owe the government (or anyone else for that matter) money, and the list goes on. Well it got me thinking the other day, what if you needed to go through a similar process in order to become a parent. What if before you had a child they need to verify some things. Like, do you have a job/income, do you have shelter, are you really the parent (for mothers and fathers, you never know what may be going on with science nowadays), can you feed a baby, can you change a baby, how you cope with the sound of a crying baby, if you can handle vomit, if you can run on little to no sleep, that you aren't in the mafia (that can't be good), that no crazy people are after you, that your inlaws are sane, and that list goes on. What if they held your baby at the hospital until they verified all these things. I mean, you have to go through quite a process just to prove that you can make a payment on a home don't you think you should prove you can handle being a parent. What other things do you think they should verify to become a parent?

Silly Stupid Dog

I try to teach my kids not to call things stupid. I don't think it's a horrible word but I don't want them calling people stupid or thinking that everything is stupid, so when Hannah was saying "stupid dog" this weekend I sat down to have a talk with her. I told her that stupid wasn't a nice word to call someone or something and that I didn't think she should say it. I told her that it was ok to call it a "silly dog" if she needed to. After a few minutes of having a talk about this and her telling me sorry she gave me a kiss and a hug and I got up to leave. As I just walked out of the room I heard her yell "silly stupid dog". Well, at least I halfway got through to her.

Ants!!

So as we were hanging out this weekend my Hannah runs inside yelling "ants, ants". I looked around to see a chip in her hand crawling with ants. She is only two and hasn't yet realized that we don't eat chips you find on the ground outside. Especially ones covered in ants. So I screamed because they were crawling up her arm in her hair and on her face. I ran her outside and brushed her off. I know if I were covered in bugs I would be screaming but it didn't seem to bother her much, she just really wanted the chip. After I brought her back inside to wash her hands she was talking to me when I saw one in her mouth. I pulled a couple of them out of her mouth that had died clinging to her tongue and cheeks, it was awful. After all was said and done and I gave her a soda to try and kill any other ants she had in her mouth she told every one she ate ants and they were tickling her. What a nut. Here is the chip that was eaten after I had taken it away and thrown it on the ground. It had three times as many on the chip when she was holding it. One of the best things about being a mom is that your kids always find a way to surprise you and make you laugh.

4th of July Shirts

This weekend we decided to make 4th of July shirts for the kids. We've been doing it for a few years now and it's been really fun for them. They think it's great being able to make their own shirts to wear to the parades. It was a lot of fun and a lot of chaos making shirts for all 11 kids. Really anything you do with 11 kids is utter chaos.

Bees Game

Saturday we went to the Bees game. It was a lot of fun although I don't really have the patience for baseball. I sat there for three hours and only cheered three times. I did, however, enjoy my huge plate of super nachos, kettle corn, cotton candy, sour patch kids and two diet sodas. That helped pass the time. The fireworks afterwards were really great and the kids enjoyed the trax ride to and from the game.

DANism

As I mentioned in an earlier post I do a lot of laughing at my husband. He really doesn't try and be funny he just is. Like the time he asked me if the Matterhorn in Disneyland was a real mountain. In his defence he'd never been there before and he was seeing it for the first time from our hotel room window. Or the time I convinced him there was a fifth Beatle named Bob McMurray. I laughed for days! These are what I like to refer to as "DANisms". I really could write a book. His most recent DANism happened at my sisters house when he wanted to get a drink out of the water dispenser in the front of their fridge. He asked her "how does it work" and she told him to just put his cup under the spout. So he did, he just set the cup on the little ledge and nothing happened. He seemed confused and told us it wasn't working. She then said "well you have to push". We all laughed and laughed. He's just too funny sometimes. Here are some pictures of the incident. Love you honey!!

The Poke

As a mother of two young children I am always on the verge of insanity. Ask anyone with young children. It always seems like I am constantly going, cleaning, feeding, dressing, driving, helping, coloring, etc. And any minor annoyance can drive you insane. Let's take for example my name. No, not Angie, but MOM. It was so cute when they were so small and stated to say mama. It let me know they new me and loved me. Now, it's a whole different story. Mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom ,mom ,mom. Isn't that annoying? I think so. I want to change my name to Henrietta Snitchenfrazen some days because I know they won't be able to repeat it constantly. And the thing is, they don't do it when they have my attention of coarse, it's when I'm on the phone talking to someone or standing at the post office trying to mail something or already going insane talking to Dan about our plans for the weekend. I've finally got it though Emma's head that it makes me crazy and to please stop. I'm on the phone a lot for my job and I can't have her saying mom to me constantly why I'm speaking to clients. She finally did. You would think this would be good news but I'm sad to say that I don't know if it's ended up as I would have expected. She's started to poke me. Yes, poke. Instead of the constant mom, mom, mom, I get a poke, poke, poke, with her little bony finger in my side. So now when I'm on the phone I get a poked or when I'm checking out at the grocery store I get poked, even when I'm trying to sleep I'm getting poked. I really can't tell you if it's a step up or down but if you hear that I ended up in a mental institute you will at least know why.

Badminton

Because the weather is so crappy I'm going to sit and remember how nice the weekend was. We had a badminton tournament that was won by yours truly and my cousin's husband Chris who was my partner. Enjoy the pictures!

This was a video that Emma took. She makes me laugh!

The Dentist

I hate the dentist. Yes I know, I know, most people hate the dentist but this is different. It's not that I just hate going to the dentist, it's much more involved than that. I HATE the dentist.

You have to understand first off that I've had quite a lot done to my mouth. I had horribly crooked teeth as a child and had to have some pulled to make room. Then I got my braces that I wore for years. While I had my braces I had surgery on my jaw and had to have my mouth wired shut for over a month. I've had about 20 molds of my teeth taken. After the braces came the retainer (which of coarse required more molds). My teeth are slightly soft so I've had at least four teeth crowned and multiple cavities. Ooh, and let's not forget about the wisdom teeth, isn't that fun.

When I sit in the chair at the dentist all I can think of is ways to hurt him. I want to take is stupid little tooth scraper and jam it in his eye and ask him, how does that feel?. At times I think, if he scoots a little bit closer I could probably elbow him right in the crotch. I want to take his drill and start drilling a hole in the side of his head. Well, you get the picture. The last time I was in the dentist he said I had a few small cavities that I needed to fill, but didn't, so I came back again in six months and told him I hadn't got them filled yet and he said "why not?". I wanted to jump out of that chair and do a roundhouse and kick his teeth in and ask him if he wanted me to do that again, and when he said no I would ask him "why not?".

Needless to say I will be in the dentist's chair this Tuesday dreaming up new ways to hurt him while my cavities are filled, and I possibly get a root canal (he said one looks really bad). I hope he doesn't take that fact that I hate him to personal.