The Other Three...

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The Science of Christmas Lights

I am still working on the Christmas lights. They are about half up. I have the roof done, the streetside done (although I have some bulbs out), and part of the front done.

Can I just say....

ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!

How does that happen? I mean wrapped lengthwise on paper, how does this happen? Plus, can I just say why the hell can't the light people come up with a standard? Three Prong or Two? COME ON ALREADY? Do you know what you are doing to a procrastinating perfectionist who is afraid of success AND failure?

Do you? *EVIL EYE*

The Kiss That Says I Love You

This morning I was about to start getting Hubs up and ready for the day when I decided I needed a couple of hershey's kisses to get the job done.

He asked me for one and I said "sure".

Apparently, I then unwrapped one, stuck the kiss in my mouth and stuck the foil in his mouth. At the same time, I realized I still had two kisses in my other hand and this confused me. I looked back and saw his face.

He had the foil on the tip of his tongue and he looked confused like-- is she for real?

I immediately grabbed the foil and then fell to the floor laughing. I laughed so hard it hurt. I couldn't stop. Tears were running down my face, it was so painful. I had cramps so bad that morning and the night before my stomach felt like I had done a million situps and I was bruised. The pain from laughing so hard still wasn't enough to make it stop. I could barely breathe.

The look on Hubs face was just so priceless. He said I laughed for like 5 minutes straight. I have never laughed so hard in my whole entire life! My stomach is still sore!

Hubs said he wasn't sure if I was playing a trick on him or not. I still had the chocolate in my mouth when I was laughing and I kept trying to choke out that I was sorry to him.

I still don't know what I was thinking...maybe I wasn't?

Tackle it Tuesday...Late Edition. lol

This and this are what I've been tackling...



Also, Christmas Lights but let's not go there, at least not right now.

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This is how we roll...

Ok, so I have no menu yet for the week because I have been decorating like mad and running to dentists, etc... It's Monday. I know. This week is going to suck. Too much going on, not enough time. You know how it goes.

Anyway...picture this...our reindeer van above pulling through pick up at school. Good times people I tell you!

I was able to see the 11 year old grimace, bury her head in her friends shoulder, rub her face and look around. PRICELESS.

Kids were pointing. Her friend was cracking up.

She pulled it off though she told them that we had our ride pimped. From what I know there was a show called Pimp My Ride on MTV. I don't if it's still on or what, but they take some one's car and fix it up and then surprise them with it.

There was a commotion over it, but luckily I saw each kids reaction. They are so funny.

Hubs reaction went like this:

Me: Did you ever think you'd be riding in a reindeer van?

Hubs: No. It's dorky.

Me: Oh C'mon...you were dorky when I met you, you can't put it all on the reindeer.

Hubs: *chuckling* You are soooo wrong.

hehe, I am aren't I ?

I Love My Nerdy Boy!

He hates close ups but he looked so cute in his beanie wrapped up in his Raiders blankie. He let me take the picture because he loves me. Awwww.

Swimming and Blueberry rocks...

Today was ...different.

We had made plans to go out and about because we were only going to have the two six year olds with us. The other three were going to a girl scout function.

But at the final hour this morning, I got a call from the therapist saying that we were meeting today. I was upset because he had only mentioned 3 weeks ago that he thought he might meet with the kids. Nothing concrete. So we had made our plans to take the kids to see Santa and do some shopping.

Now he was meeting with them and going to take up all our free time with them. See since the kids have been placed here it's been all or nothing. We haven't had time with just some of the kids at a time to spend time with them and this was our first shot.

Anyway, we raced over and had the pics taken and a quick lunch and raced to his office. Hubs had blatantly told casually mentioned to them that if they hurried we might still have time to go shopping. So we started...

The building isn't ADA compliant and there isn't any access to the second floor for a wheelchair so Hubs stayed down by the pond with the girl.

The boy went first, about 40 minutes into the session he decided he really had to go. As he got up to go, we noticed that the girl was standing at the door. I could see through the bamboo shades that she was crying. I had already jumped up because I thought something might have happened to Hubs. I swung open the door and saw a puddle around her.

I thought she had wet herself. But then she wailed "I fffeeelll in thhhhe pppond!"

That's when I noticed she was completely dripping. I took her to the therapist thinking we would be leaving and trying to control myself from laughing. The therapist asked if I had any extra clothes. I didn't, but I had some sheets and blankets I was donating to Goodwill. I ran down and got her a blanket still thinking we would be heading home or at least across the street for new clothes and shopping as planned. But no.

I came back and he had got her some paper napkins and had her sitting there in session. Argh. An hour later and 45 mintutes from the time we had to pick up the other kids we emerged. We went downstairs and we were getting are things together.

I went to the pond to check on the fish and it was the cutest thing. They were all safe but they ALL swam toward me and were in front of me mouths opening and closing, bubbles forming. One fish swam to the side where some rocks looked like they had been disturbed. I could have sworn they were telling on the girl.

I said "Look, they are telling me what you did." She rushed over and her mouth was agape. It was funny.

We set another date with the therapist and as we were leaving the girl said that the boy was taking rocks from the pond area. I got on him and that's when Hubs said "Oh yeah." nonchalantly and starts to tell me that the boy had a rock.

While he is telling me this I am putting some rocks back into the pond area that the boy had disturbed.

Hubs is going on and he says "blue rock". The boy just kept telling him he liked his blue rock and it smelled like blueberry and that he was going to keep it forever and ever.

That's when I spy the chewed gum. It looks hard. I spin around and say "Please don't tell me it's that gum."

Hubs chuckles and says that since the boy kept saying it smelled like blueberries he told him to bring it over and saw what it was.

Jokingly, I told Hubs "Dang, if we ever have kids of our own I know I can't leave them with you." He said "Why?" I said, " Since I've been up there we had a kid fall in the pond and another playing with chewed gum!"

Good times, huh?

Here are the Santa pics, they came out grainy because I'm taking a pic of a pic but you get the idea.

When the boy got up there he whipped out a paper with a drawing on it. I had no idea he was going to do this but he took it upon himself to draw a picture of a remote control car he wants so Santa will know.

Mothers were melting...lol

Two down and three to go. I don't know if I'm going to let my 11 year old sit on Santa's lap. I think she can sit on the chair part or stand next to him.