Happy Monday all!
This morning got off to an early and busy start. Dave had to be up at five to be at the airport and for some reason he was up at four. I guess that is good for me,since it got me up a little earlier than I had planned thus getting both boys out the door was less rushed.
We had a relatively uneventful week and weekend, but there is news. Dave, Colton and Mason went swimming in the river on Friday afternoon and then out for pizza. I didn't go because that was my girl's poker night. The news is that I won! Heads up, with an ace-ten, I took the match. I won a little over $100 and made sure everyone in the family got to share in my good fortune. Not a bad fun night out for $20!
Now we are back to work and school and all the other things that take our time. Have a great week and I'll see you next Monday!
Lots of love and some good advice, too!
Kathy
In times of great stress or adversity, it's always best to keep busy, to plow your anger and your energy into something positive. - Lee A. Iacocca
Monday, August 27, 2007
Monday, August 20, 2007
MM 8/20/07
I suspect many of you will relate to this. Maybe I think it's funny because it is just another day in my life, but I suspect you will find some truth in it, too!
This took place a couple of months ago, and has since become a staple in our family vocabulary. Here is what happened:
“Honey, we need to change the sheets on the bed.” My husband said to me as we were drifting off to sleep with our backs to each other, bottoms touching, and covers pulled up tight.
“We?” I asked “Do you have a mouse in your pocket?”
He sat up and asked me what the heck I was talking about. I told him that it seems odd to me that “we” need to change the sheets. I the asked him why doesn't he just do it if he sees it needs to be done. He proceeded to inform me that he couldn't’t do it by himself, because changing the sheets on the bed is a two person job. “Really, how do you suppose I manage to do it 100% of the time all by myself?” I queried.
He didn’t really answer me as he mumbled some inaudible sounds, rolled back over, and pulled the covers back up under his chin. I was lying there with the thoughts in my head spinning. I was seeing, “we need to clean the garage, we need to get more batteries, we need to take the comforters to the Laundromat and my favorite, we need to take something out for dinner.” The last one is my favorite because I visualize the two of us, united and in love, reaching into the freezer together (as some orchestrated music plays) to pull out the pork chops! And on and on the list goes… always “we.”
I think what is especially funny about this is, as much as he kindly makes it a team effort, after the announcement is made that “we” need to get something done, he expects it will be taken care of…only, not as the we he originally suggested. As it usually goes, it doesn’t come up again unless it hasn’t been done, then the original conversation takes place once again, as if he were realizing the issue for the very first time.
Most of the time, I get whatever it is done. I am the Army-of-one, the woman who does more before 9:00 AM than most people do in a day. If the sheets need to be changed, the very next morning they are off the bed and in the washer. If the comforters need to be laundered, they are in the car to be dropped into a Super-King-Sized-Heavy-Duty-Washer. And if “we” need batteries, I add them to the list of stuff "we" are out of.
Somehow, everything gets done. And just in case you are wondering, I do not have a mouse in my pocket.
Next week, we can talk about the “Finish Fairy.” Lucky for my husband, she has a thing going with the mouse.
What do you think of this whole idea? Do you, or someone you know have a mouse in his or her pocket?
Have a great week, smile, and I hope to hear from you soon!
Kathy
P.S. Since this incident, Dave and his mouse have been working together and have, in fact, changed the sheets, done the dishes, and taken food out for dinner... all without my assistance!
This took place a couple of months ago, and has since become a staple in our family vocabulary. Here is what happened:
“Honey, we need to change the sheets on the bed.” My husband said to me as we were drifting off to sleep with our backs to each other, bottoms touching, and covers pulled up tight.
“We?” I asked “Do you have a mouse in your pocket?”
He sat up and asked me what the heck I was talking about. I told him that it seems odd to me that “we” need to change the sheets. I the asked him why doesn't he just do it if he sees it needs to be done. He proceeded to inform me that he couldn't’t do it by himself, because changing the sheets on the bed is a two person job. “Really, how do you suppose I manage to do it 100% of the time all by myself?” I queried.
He didn’t really answer me as he mumbled some inaudible sounds, rolled back over, and pulled the covers back up under his chin. I was lying there with the thoughts in my head spinning. I was seeing, “we need to clean the garage, we need to get more batteries, we need to take the comforters to the Laundromat and my favorite, we need to take something out for dinner.” The last one is my favorite because I visualize the two of us, united and in love, reaching into the freezer together (as some orchestrated music plays) to pull out the pork chops! And on and on the list goes… always “we.”
I think what is especially funny about this is, as much as he kindly makes it a team effort, after the announcement is made that “we” need to get something done, he expects it will be taken care of…only, not as the we he originally suggested. As it usually goes, it doesn’t come up again unless it hasn’t been done, then the original conversation takes place once again, as if he were realizing the issue for the very first time.
Most of the time, I get whatever it is done. I am the Army-of-one, the woman who does more before 9:00 AM than most people do in a day. If the sheets need to be changed, the very next morning they are off the bed and in the washer. If the comforters need to be laundered, they are in the car to be dropped into a Super-King-Sized-Heavy-Duty-Washer. And if “we” need batteries, I add them to the list of stuff "we" are out of.
Somehow, everything gets done. And just in case you are wondering, I do not have a mouse in my pocket.
Next week, we can talk about the “Finish Fairy.” Lucky for my husband, she has a thing going with the mouse.
What do you think of this whole idea? Do you, or someone you know have a mouse in his or her pocket?
Have a great week, smile, and I hope to hear from you soon!
Kathy
P.S. Since this incident, Dave and his mouse have been working together and have, in fact, changed the sheets, done the dishes, and taken food out for dinner... all without my assistance!
Monday, August 13, 2007
MM 8/13/2007
Hi Friends!
Thank you, thank you, thank you for all the nice e-mails wishing me well last week. I was not really sick, maybe just overworked. Our bodies have a way of letting us know when it is time to rest.
August is close to half way gone and I am already seeing the slightest signs of fall. The leaves are beginning to change, and there is a smell that lingers in the evenings that makes you start to think of the smell of soup cooking, and putting on a cozy sweatshirt. I am sure it is also because we are having such a mild summer, with temps only in the 80s and 90s. In any case, I love fall, and it makes me feel good to get excited about its arrival.
We spent this weekend rearranging things a bit for a welcome addition to our family. Colton is coming to Auburn to give Sierra living a try. Dave and I worked furiously to get his room cleared of our stuff and set up for him. We even put a fresh coat of paint on the walls and snapped in some laminate flooring (the 1977 orange shag carpet was was a genuine moldy-oldie!). Mason is especially excited to have Colton here, he keeps asking me if Colton is allowed to play with his toys!
So now it is off to work. As I sit here writing, my phone is ringing and voice mails are being left. I have several pressing issues today so I better get to it, or "hop-sing" as Dave says. I don't really know what that means, but he uses it in the context of "go! go!" So going, I am!
Have a great week and I am leaving you with a quote that keeps coming up with Mason. At almost four, he tells me he "can't" when he doesn't want to do something. I then tell him I don't know what that word means, "can't." I then ask him what success comes in and he happily shouts "Cans!" Yes, Success comes in cans. Failure, in cant's.
Thank you, thank you, thank you for all the nice e-mails wishing me well last week. I was not really sick, maybe just overworked. Our bodies have a way of letting us know when it is time to rest.
August is close to half way gone and I am already seeing the slightest signs of fall. The leaves are beginning to change, and there is a smell that lingers in the evenings that makes you start to think of the smell of soup cooking, and putting on a cozy sweatshirt. I am sure it is also because we are having such a mild summer, with temps only in the 80s and 90s. In any case, I love fall, and it makes me feel good to get excited about its arrival.
We spent this weekend rearranging things a bit for a welcome addition to our family. Colton is coming to Auburn to give Sierra living a try. Dave and I worked furiously to get his room cleared of our stuff and set up for him. We even put a fresh coat of paint on the walls and snapped in some laminate flooring (the 1977 orange shag carpet was was a genuine moldy-oldie!). Mason is especially excited to have Colton here, he keeps asking me if Colton is allowed to play with his toys!
So now it is off to work. As I sit here writing, my phone is ringing and voice mails are being left. I have several pressing issues today so I better get to it, or "hop-sing" as Dave says. I don't really know what that means, but he uses it in the context of "go! go!" So going, I am!
Have a great week and I am leaving you with a quote that keeps coming up with Mason. At almost four, he tells me he "can't" when he doesn't want to do something. I then tell him I don't know what that word means, "can't." I then ask him what success comes in and he happily shouts "Cans!" Yes, Success comes in cans. Failure, in cant's.
Monday, August 6, 2007
MM 8/6/2007
Hi guys,
It is late, I know, I am feeling a little under the weather. Nothing to be alarmed about, just moving slowly and not feeling 100%. I don't feel like "computering" which could mean writing, banking, shopping, research, or any number of other things.
Have a great day, a better week and I'll see you next Monday!
It is late, I know, I am feeling a little under the weather. Nothing to be alarmed about, just moving slowly and not feeling 100%. I don't feel like "computering" which could mean writing, banking, shopping, research, or any number of other things.
Have a great day, a better week and I'll see you next Monday!
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