tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38955028412208434922024-03-12T18:45:16.479-07:00A year of HappinessSeishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09557395649899902177noreply@blogger.comBlogger60125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895502841220843492.post-74140612349834307782010-10-21T18:07:00.000-07:002010-10-21T18:15:22.210-07:00IDle hands...Supposedly idle hands are the devil's tool. I say BULLSHIT. I am so busy that I am starting to feel less than happy. In fact, I feel like I am busy doing something all the time, but not doing a good job at any of it. This includes Oscar and Felix. I try to carve out time for just them and the things they want. It just puts me further behind and more stresses. My business, I love it. I should give it up. However, when you have three jobs it is hard to give up the one you truly enjoy. I am trying hard to just hold on, I keep praying for direction, but somehow I keep feeling like I am slipping. <br /><br />Here is to the longest 9 months of my life. May God bless me, because my hands are anything but idle.Seishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09557395649899902177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895502841220843492.post-35014090411493539752010-05-19T20:17:00.001-07:002010-05-19T20:18:20.838-07:00Wordless Wednesday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPYxlUE2B4PE0tvliv3z0D_8cq1XFwy5DZt47H6B2kMRXHc9goQlgWQgxArhL05KY2QGIkw5WV_f3Dc-kxmZj7RPFzrCU7ztAj8AXbm023J0_pecrZupb0uSLi4XhQSmbbCyVA8z6Lgl8h/s1600/IMG_5675.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPYxlUE2B4PE0tvliv3z0D_8cq1XFwy5DZt47H6B2kMRXHc9goQlgWQgxArhL05KY2QGIkw5WV_f3Dc-kxmZj7RPFzrCU7ztAj8AXbm023J0_pecrZupb0uSLi4XhQSmbbCyVA8z6Lgl8h/s320/IMG_5675.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473186316405234322" /></a>Seishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09557395649899902177noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895502841220843492.post-73132379295869178942010-05-16T16:28:00.000-07:002010-05-17T18:46:06.263-07:00Weekly Update1. Oscar has this new thing where when I catch him red handed with something or in a compromising positionhe always says "you didn't see me do it" HE is not concerned about the big pile of crumbs at his feet or the red paint on his hands.<br /><br />2. Felix stated this week he is Chato's teacher, because "he doesn't know much and it is my job to tell him everything"<br /><br />3. Felix decided to outdo his grossness of last week at the zoo splashpad by putting his finger IN his but and then wiping it on his brother's shirt. <br /><br />4. Wine Glasses in my house are doomed. If inanimate objects had feelings, any glassware coming into my house would be weeping. I bought a set of mercury rimmed glasses and Chato broke one in the driveway before it even made it in.<br /><br />5. The boys rode their bikes today for the first time without training wheels. A good first effort, but we definately need more practice.<br /><br />6. LAst week Felix read his first book. He may have been reading before, but I wasn't sure until I bought a book he had never read. Oscar only had the patience for about four pages.<br /><br /><br /><br />7. <br />eSeishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09557395649899902177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895502841220843492.post-44189214183678438962010-05-12T17:07:00.001-07:002010-05-12T17:08:42.790-07:00WW... Batman, BumbleBee, their Sidekick and Tinker Toys<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN5Y_6ZFc8ZCwHXkBFzPY-NmSEXZ_2mYdHXkq_6kodJOPEo3S6VflMgXM-tTnWTtZqhi6m2VrLgU-lRIZPFkhoTj9xhgLMvg6XXN9zQyD0wB95N-c3l2gy63mldzikI7jylgeMa1_Ybmqt/s1600/IMG_5271.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN5Y_6ZFc8ZCwHXkBFzPY-NmSEXZ_2mYdHXkq_6kodJOPEo3S6VflMgXM-tTnWTtZqhi6m2VrLgU-lRIZPFkhoTj9xhgLMvg6XXN9zQyD0wB95N-c3l2gy63mldzikI7jylgeMa1_Ybmqt/s320/IMG_5271.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470539837599763746" /></a>Seishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09557395649899902177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895502841220843492.post-82270787715033569092010-05-10T16:25:00.000-07:002010-05-17T11:48:36.155-07:00Strange SweetnessWhen Chato and I were first dating, I had this mean little game I would play with him. We would lay in bed at night listening to Astrud Gilberto or Stereolab before going to sleep, and every night I would ask him “to tell me something sweet.” Every night he would stumble and stammer trying to come up with something. It was usually a pretty lame and generic answer. I think a lot of the time he faked being asleep to try and get out of it. My husband is neither eloquent nor romantic, so this was essentially torturous to him. I kept this game going for a couple of years, but slowly gave it up.<br /><br />For Mother’s Day I got a copy of Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros album. Some people would think that this was lousy, but we have a strict no present purchasing rule for gifts. He copied it from a friend so no rules were broken. Anywho, Chato said the Home song along with being the catchiest tune of the year also reminded him of us. I was for sure it was the line that starts “motes and boats and waterfalls...”<br /><br />He said it wasn’t. That it was the middle of the song, when they quit singing and the guy talks about when the girl falls out of the window and is bleeding everywhere. He then tells her that is when he started falling in love with her.<br /><br />Chato said it reminds him of the summer we met and he blacked my eye trying to teach me to kayak. When my black eye healed he dropped me on the gravel in the parking lot and busted open my head. He said he knew he was in love, because he was so worried about me he wasn’t even squeamish.<br /><br />That was really something sweet.<br />Check it out:<br /><object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/id4vnQE0ok4/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/id4vnQE0ok4&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/id4vnQE0ok4&hl=en_US&fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>Seishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09557395649899902177noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895502841220843492.post-42711341906975974692010-05-10T16:00:00.000-07:002010-05-10T16:04:15.925-07:00I finally got an Anonymous Comment or threeSo, I have never had an Anonymous Post and I recently realized I had three. Evidently, some people have strong feelings about unicorns or gay men scantily dressed as them. However, that one picture seems to be popular. It brings 40 people to my site a day. Who woulda thunk it. I am pretty sure my eleven year old fan might be someone in my family, making a joke. Anywhoo, check out what no name has to say.<br /><br />Anonymous said...<br />my passion is drawing. i arrive from school and and go up to my room where i have a desk with my drawings and white paper. i draw almost anything! unicorns, people, family, friends, faeries, full moons, sun sets, but most of all, mermaids. my dream is to become a mermaid, so when i draw, i feel i really am in the picture. glad you are happy! and i hope all happiness to you for all the years of your life and over :) (by the way i am eleven years old)<br /><a title="comment permalink" href="http://ayearofhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/09/thoughts-for-thursday.html?showComment=1270844269993#c889386253365810586">April 9, 2010 1:17 PM </a><a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=3895502841220843492&postID=889386253365810586"></a><br /><a name="c7022693489238529361"></a><br />Anonymous said...<br />your so dumb!<br /><a title="comment permalink" href="http://ayearofhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/09/thoughts-for-thursday.html?showComment=1271600032946#c7022693489238529361">April 18, 2010 7:13 AM </a><a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=3895502841220843492&postID=7022693489238529361"></a><br /><a name="c8699033230155939797"></a><br />Anonymous said...<br />ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww...<br /><a title="comment permalink" href="http://ayearofhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/09/thoughts-for-thursday.html?showComment=1271981350918#c8699033230155939797">April 22, 2010 5:09 PM </a>Seishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09557395649899902177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895502841220843492.post-37399242459400343322010-05-09T18:09:00.001-07:002010-05-09T18:10:19.278-07:00A picture is Worth<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhtd16xoBSUbBzW3yoW3S0XpjNbMvV86UVtg_h4c4etlC3zEvm-CYZU82EaNANL5xGAR3E8qT2Dg79MSr784JmdY4E-M2b3De95L-vTgfi2fiGac0q9o9tNnbLQshaM7e9x24Azfo_WVjr/s1600/kindred.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469442486160084562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhtd16xoBSUbBzW3yoW3S0XpjNbMvV86UVtg_h4c4etlC3zEvm-CYZU82EaNANL5xGAR3E8qT2Dg79MSr784JmdY4E-M2b3De95L-vTgfi2fiGac0q9o9tNnbLQshaM7e9x24Azfo_WVjr/s320/kindred.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Seishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09557395649899902177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895502841220843492.post-85489945618045060402010-05-06T18:53:00.000-07:002010-05-06T19:03:30.897-07:00Liar, Liar... Pants on the groundFelix and I are at a stalemate. First thing this week, I get an email fromthe mother of one of his classmates. She has graciously added my new baby niece to the prayer list at church and would like to know her name. I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">thanked</span> her for the kindness, but was baffled by why a new baby warranted being added to the prayer list.<br /><br />Evidently, Felix brought a pic into Circle time (aka show and tell) of the baby in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">NICU</span>. Of course, this disturbed his classmates and one girl went home telling her mom all about Felix's sick baby cousin. Hence the prayer list. The problem is that his cousin is neither sick or in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">NICU</span>. He <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">had</span> taken a picture from home of Oscar and told all his classmates it was his niece.<br /><br />This is only slightly more <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">embarrassing</span> than the time he told his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">whole</span> class and teacher that his Dad was in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Connecticut</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">visiting</span> his baby sister that lives with another Mom.<br /><br />However, the icing on the cake was when Felix pulled his pants down at the zoo splash pad so water could shoot up his butt. Needless to say, we left immediately.<br /><br />I am afraid if the pathological lying and nudity are this bad at four, what the hell is fourteen going to look like?Seishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09557395649899902177noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895502841220843492.post-27580414666357583812010-05-05T16:04:00.001-07:002010-05-05T16:18:43.946-07:00What would Kim do....So, yesterday I had all this renewed zeal and was going to organize all my photos. Well, they are a big fat mess. That is the trouble with having four years of pics to organize. It is overwhelming. I haven't given up. I am going to devote 10 minutes a day to it and slowly chip away at it.<br /><br />So today I went with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">MusicMama</span> and her kids to make fingerprint necklaces. It was cute, and I had a hallucination. I thought of how Kim's blog would look if she was doing this. She would have a pic of Abby and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Lyla</span> getting their fingerprints made, and then another pic of them giving the necklaces to their grandma. Me... my camera was at home. I hadn't even thought this little trip was worth documenting. This my friends is the problem... well along with the fact that my kids are wild <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Mohican's</span> in training, and I was very busy keeping them from breaking anything (which I did successfully accomplish). So from <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">now on</span> , my little point shoot will be with me at all times. When in doubt I will ask myself, "What would <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">kimtastic</span> do?"Seishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09557395649899902177noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895502841220843492.post-83055865321768050552010-05-04T18:20:00.000-07:002010-05-04T18:26:13.611-07:00Green with EnvySo, I am a little Envious of <a href="http://mommakimtastic.blogspot.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">kimtastics</span> blog</a>. I have been thinking about it ever since I saw the "carousel pitch on mad men". If you don't know what I am talking about, make sure you look it up on you tube. It will make you instantly nostalgic. Her <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">dedication t</span>o her blog is an amazing gift to herself. She will look back on it an laugh and cry. She will have the best of all those moments captured forever. Really look up the carousel pitch it said it better than I ever could.<br /><br />I have not done as well as I had hoped on my Alaska book, but I have a renewed zeal both for it and this blog. I realized today that time is preciously slipping away and I need to document for when I am too old to remember it.Seishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09557395649899902177noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895502841220843492.post-71337310631065779192010-03-29T17:29:00.000-07:002010-03-29T17:57:48.156-07:00Insult to Injury: a story of a pain in the AssI couldn't figure out which would be a better title. So, like any good academic I used both and put a colon in the middle, which is a pun in and of itself.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Anywhoo</span></span>, for the past couple of weeks I have had a pain in my ass literally. I was sucking it up, hoping it would go away and then it got worse. By worse I mean a bleeding ass. Yes, I know <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">TMI</span></span>. However, I thought I had to give a back story before I got to the funny stuff.<br /><br />So, I was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">referred</span></span> to a colon and rectal surgeon. At this point, I probably should have thought this more than just <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">hemorrhoids</span>. However, I was hopeful that I would get some cream and a slap on my ass and be out the door.<br /><br />Let me just say if you ever thought the gynecologist was bad this is way worse. They have you drop your pants to your knees. Somehow, not being all the way naked cheapens the exam to me. Then they have you kneel on a bench and lay over a table with your face down. At this point, he looks you over and starts telling you what is wrong. I thought he would at least let me roll over and pull my pants up before he gave me the bad news. Just like a man.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Anywhoo</span>, he laundry lists like four things that are wrong with my butt, and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">cellulite</span> didn't even make the cut. I thought that it would at least make an honorable mention. By item three I start hysterically laughing, while I am still face down trying to shimmy my way too tight jeans up.<br />I didn't now what else to do. I have a knack of making <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">awkward</span> situations worse. FYI, leave it to me to always have the most inappropriate reactions ever.<br /><br />So, he gives me some prescriptions to help out until surgery and a coupon. How did he know I heart coupons? When I go to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">publix</span> to pick up my prescription the pharmacist comes back with a box the size of a shoe box with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">ANALPRAM</span> KIT written all over it. Now, I get the need to brand things, but I might be a little more brand loyal if <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Analpram</span> was a little more discreet. To add insult to injury the 17 year old pharmacy tech boy with severe acne asked me if I wanted a bag. My response as i looked bug eyed down at the box "Do you even need to ask?" He blushed and quickly grabbed a bag. Now, if I can only get up enough nerve to open the box.Seishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09557395649899902177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895502841220843492.post-13067740995979522582010-01-06T17:39:00.000-08:002010-01-06T17:58:18.172-08:00ResolutionsSome people hate them, I adore them. I like to set goals, even if I don't achieve them. Some people call this failure, I like to call it the power of positive thinking. It is good for me to have goals, because I am not materialistic, or work obsessed it helps me better myself. So, for 2010 I thought I would come up with 10.<br /><br />1. Organize my pictures (this is a carry over from last year and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">by</span> now it is even more out of control). I am going to start by making hubby a picture book of our <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">trip</span> to Alaska for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Vday</span>.<br /><br />2. Drink 8 glasses of water a day. This is on my list every year. I hate water... so bland. Well, try , try again.<br /><br />3. Get back in the gym. This won't be too hard, I love to exercise. It is just with the new business, I have not had the time. No more excuses.<br /><br />4. Earn all the money for our trip to Bali by myself. This means saving and continue improvements on my business.<br /><br />5. Spend more one on one time with the boys. When I increased there days at preschool, I thought I would be able to have more special days with the boys individually. However, my preschool jams packs with programs, parties, computer classes, and music. This made it is hard to find good days to take them out. <br /><br />6. Do one nice thing for my hubby everyday. I am sure to fail at this one, but I am going to try. It will help me be a better wide I hope.<br /><br />7. I am going to give 25$ a month to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Kiva</span> every month I make money. I think since I am a small business that started out on a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">micro loan</span> this would be the perfect way to build good karma.<br /><br />8. Read more. What? your a librarian and you don't read. Well yes and no. I read in spurts. I would like to change this and read a book to two books a month. Every other book needs to be *gulp* non fiction.<br /><br />9. Cook in bulk. This is going to be an experiment that I hope will free up more quality time with the boys<br /><br />10. Get in a schedule that works. Right now our schedule is haphazard at best. I have been blaming this on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Chato's</span> new job, but I can't anymore. I need to make it happen.Seishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09557395649899902177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895502841220843492.post-52791444187935678622009-12-16T19:28:00.000-08:002009-12-16T19:36:30.094-08:00I'm BAaackI know. I know. I have been a little out of the loop lately. I haven't been my usual Social butterfly self. Well, I have got excuses.. but you really don't want to hear them. I'm busy, you are busy.. let's just kiss and make up.<br /><br />So now that by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">gones</span> are by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">gones</span>. Let me tell you about someone who inspired me today. If you are not familiar with the <a href="http://www.theuniformproject.com/">Uniform Project</a> check out. Those of you who are probably heard the same blurb I did about the girl who wears the same dress for a year. That isn't that amazing, but what she does with it is. the best thing for me is she only uses <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">thrifted</span>, vintage, or handmade accessories that are donated. She is cutting down on waste. I am thinking of doing something similar.<br /><br />Please send her a donation for her endeavor. You can donate as little as $1.00. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Seis</span> put her money where her mouth is, and I am offering up any accessory in my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">etsy</span> shop.Seishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09557395649899902177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895502841220843492.post-67234675667911886342009-11-12T18:20:00.000-08:002009-11-12T18:47:08.562-08:00Everyone Makes Mistakes<div align="center"><strong>My Mistake: I bought this for my Shop</strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTJZfgTbKXEOxRm2d9kdhwppbIzNHuEfadShfUh-CAGTT6aLNIY2TyfR2W4nCvZg71I5x35ofOEKwp7zDgvDQiax19Bl92ZrCN_B3Ys6bAEE8bOUub1cUEPQaeI1fFhP5QxeofCXAcEIsG/s1600-h/PB120533.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403413911502944882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTJZfgTbKXEOxRm2d9kdhwppbIzNHuEfadShfUh-CAGTT6aLNIY2TyfR2W4nCvZg71I5x35ofOEKwp7zDgvDQiax19Bl92ZrCN_B3Ys6bAEE8bOUub1cUEPQaeI1fFhP5QxeofCXAcEIsG/s320/PB120533.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong>Chato's Mistake : He let me talk him into putting it on.</strong></div>Seishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09557395649899902177noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895502841220843492.post-43926607910187146832009-11-09T17:17:00.000-08:002009-11-09T17:36:15.468-08:00What do Seis and Baywatch have in Common?We are both huge in Europe. No really, I am. Just like David Hasselhoff, Seis's style is more appreciated across the pond than right in her own backyard. Over the last couple of weeks I have started my own vintage clothing store. I have not blogged about it, because it is still in an infancy stage.<br /><br />Clothing store, you ask? What happened to just say No? Well, I got inspired by some conversations with some girlfriends (k-mom and L) about doing something you love. I love to go to thrift stores. So I started my own vintage shop. Now I am busier than ever. <br /><br />I have had 5 sales in the last week. Great except all of them are from Europe. I don't know if it is the weak dollar and/or the recession, but no one in America is buying my stuff. That is fine with me. I sold two dresses and a purse to a shop called <a href="http://www.furcoatnoknickers.co.uk/ourshop.php">Fur coat No Knickers</a>. She sells vintage wedding dresses. <br /><br />Check me out at<a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/hipandvintage"> Hip and Vintage</a>...web site coming soon.Seishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09557395649899902177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895502841220843492.post-88352067588490613912009-11-04T19:42:00.000-08:002009-11-05T14:30:02.121-08:00What in the H*ll is that Smell?So, I try to mostly drive Chato's work car. This keeps the mileage off our car and the money in our pockets. So, last week I didn't drive my car for like four or five days. Yesterday, I go to get in my car and am astounded by this god awful smell. Immediately I think old sippy cup of milk. All Moms know that stench and it is horrific. This was worse. I look under all the seats, start sniffing like a basset hound.. nada. It smells but no culprit to be found. <br /><br />I roll the windows down and drive down the street. Somehow the smell is getting worse. How can fresh air be making it worse? But it is. I retreat. Something dead must be under my car. I call Chato out. He looks under the hood and under the car nothing. Next, I pop the trunk. We both take several steps back and cover our mouths. Literally, the stench knocks us back. Chato looks at me ans says, "I can't."<br /><br />Fearful, he might pass out or puke, I head in. After a second I find that I have left a grocery bag in the car which was hidden by soccer stuff. Inside the bag was previously frozen chicken breasts. Something already dead was decomposing in my car. It was horrible. My car has been airing out for two days. Can I please have a minivan now?Seishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09557395649899902177noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895502841220843492.post-46798224324277873372009-11-03T16:09:00.000-08:002009-11-03T16:33:56.932-08:00All I want for Christmas...Me: What do you want Santa to bring you for Christmas?<br /><br />Felix: A jet pack.<br /><br />Me: Like the buzz light Year backpack thing?<br /><br />Felix: No a jet pack that makes you fly.<br /><br />Me: I don't think your old enough for that?<br /><br />Felix: I am, I am a big kid.<br /><br />Me: Do you have a license?<br /><br />Felix: Um, No.<br /><br />ME: I think you have to be at least old enough to Drive a Car to get a Jet pack.<br /><br />Felix: How many is that again?<br /><br />Me: 16<br /><br />Felix: Will you count with me how many before I can get the jet pack?<br /><br />Me: sure.. 4,5, 6, 7, ...16.<br /><br />Felix: So, after my superhero birthday, I can get my jet pack. <br /><br />Oh Dear lord...Seishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09557395649899902177noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895502841220843492.post-16643144767101724182009-11-01T13:09:00.000-08:002009-11-02T09:08:43.117-08:00Facebook OdditiesSo, a couple of weeks <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ago</span>, I got a friend request from a girl who made out with my boyfriend in High School. I thought this was odd since when he didn't break up with me, she then preceded to let he air out of my tires at my work. Nice, huh. For my part, I was sorta vindictive and mean. I made him tell her off, while I listened, and then I broke up with him.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Anywhoo</span>, needless to say the befriending caught me off <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">guard</span>. I had not thought about this girl in at least 15 years, so I was interested to see why she had befriended me. She hasn't contacted me on facebook, but perhaps I can take all the farm animal gifts she keeps trying to send as a peace offering.<br /><br />Strangely enough, a week goes by, and the ex-boyfriend sends a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">friend</span> request. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Curiosity</span> killed the Cat and I accepted his "friendship". He looks basically the same, but with short hair. He plays in some garage band, and his profile pic has him holding a can of beer. I guess that cliche the more things change the more they stay the same, might be true here.I thought maybe I would get an apology. Like, hey sorry I was such a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">jacka</span>**. Glad your doing well. Nah, I got nothing.<br /><br />So, later that week I see someone was friends with this girl that I took Driver's Ed with. I wasn't particular nice to this person, and sometimes kinda mean. If Karma is any indicator, I got a D in Driver's Ed, and I am a terrible Driver. So, I wrote her an apology letter, because that is what I would have liked to have gotten from those other people, and more importantly that was what she deserved. The subject line was Better Late than Never.<br /><br />"Thanks for accepting my friend request. I wanted to drop you a note to tell you I am sorry for some of the jokes I made in High School. It was mean and inconsiderate. I am embarrassed at how I acted at 15. I got a D in Drivers Ed, and I am still a bad driver to this day, so hopefully I got what I deserved ;). You look happy in your photos and I wish you well. Sincerely, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Seis</span><br /><br />Making <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">amends</span> (even 20 years later) feels nice.Seishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09557395649899902177noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895502841220843492.post-14773057195326619212009-10-29T09:10:00.000-07:002009-10-29T09:28:05.522-07:00Halloween HilarityLast nite was the annual preschool/church Halloween Carnival. Yes, I said Halloween and church in the same sentence. Our preschool/church actually celebrates Halloween, which is one of the reasons we chose it. I know you are thinking that when looking for your preschool you were considering instruction, creative play, and pedagogy. Not me, I just wanted to know they would have a great Halloween Party, and they do.<br /><br />They have a haunted house in the church basement, ran by the church teenagers. Oscar really wanted to go. Felix not so much. Oscar begged and pleaded. I was hesitant after I heard that a group of his classmates didn't make it all the way down the stairs before they came crying back. Every time I tried to dissuade him he would say, "I am the Hulk I have big big muscles." I was worried if I let him go through the Haunted House and he got scared, that he might be scarred for life, or if he liked it and become a serial killer.<br /><br />After, much discussion he managed to talk his buddy into going with him (no amount talking would convince Felix). So, down he went. At one point, his buddy started to get scared, but he looked over at Oscar and he was growling at the monsters. He kept telling them that "I am the hulk. I am mean. "followed by his growl. When we got out, he told me that he scared all those big kids. The teenagers couldn't hardly keep a straight face at the three year old that was growling at them. Maybe they are teaching reverse psychology at preschool?Seishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09557395649899902177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895502841220843492.post-82478860898993994662009-10-27T16:33:00.000-07:002009-10-27T21:52:49.817-07:00Time = MoneySo, today at lunch we were discussing Alice.com , and how much we love it. If you loathe Wal-Mart, but feel guilty for overspending on everyday stuff at Publix or Target, then Alice is your new BFF.<br />Basically, you can get all the stuff you would normally buy at Walmart for the same price or lower than Wal-Mart, and you don't have to deal with the horrible shopping experience that is the essence of Wally World. You like to clip coupons.. me too, and Alice does clipless coupons making the deals even sweeter. Plus, it is shipped straight to your door for free and no sales tax. There is a minimum 6 item purchase, but on your first time they will waive the 6 item limit (ssshh! that is a secret).<br /><br />I find I save money, by not going into Wal-mart and buying stuff that I didn't realize I needed until I got there. Somehow, Wally is a vortex. Go in for two things come out with four. You can raise that figure to the tenth power once my foot crosses the Target Threshold.<br />Try it Out<br /><br /><iframe style="WIDTH: 468px; HEIGHT: 60px" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" src="http://www.alice.com/badges/alice_badge_1?ref=14A41BE8" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"><br /></iframe><br /><br />Let me know what you think.<br />Use the referral button and once you spend 50$ they should send you a 10$ coupon.<br /><br />I personally, have just booked marked it on my laptop, and when I see something getting low, I add it to my list. When there are 6 items in my cart I press send. In three days I have all the stuff I ordered. It is like magic.Seishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09557395649899902177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895502841220843492.post-9122772040938605512009-10-22T17:06:00.001-07:002009-10-22T17:06:31.326-07:00The free stuff keeps comingBarnes and Nobles has a coupon for a free cookie and kid’s size hot cocoa on October 24th.<br /><a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/email/Print_nonav.asp?mid=1053654-2-0-ARTICLE-0&r=1&PID=30884&r=1&cm_mmc=Non-Member-_-This_Week-_-091021_NH01_ThisWeek-_-non-personalized">Barnes and Noble’s Hot Cocoa Cookie</a><br />and Sears is giving away a free Mattel Toy for every kid dressed in a Costume on October 31st:<br /><a href="https://sears.rsys4.net/servlet/website/PersonalizedForm?lLHklEVTTCUTVU_zyz_zhsh_0hRlEy.269bwb.26u0b.2e_EVAXAVZEvw0_05w.26_9v.2e.26Ez9">Free Toy</a>Seishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09557395649899902177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895502841220843492.post-67655062267566228672009-10-21T19:42:00.000-07:002009-10-21T19:44:45.624-07:00Wordless Wednesday ~ Hand Soap<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha3qnS3c3L9Nv-6EHX0CeFrwjOK32VhejEMhspxtfMqcCXrBeUYFw1PC1WbEioIzc1D87EDofbdhOyoYVY1Rz8PmVbfto01XQCGyQec3ZVVJa2H0Y8F4i_FV1R-fvG2web5vD9vxnnYLe0/s1600-h/il_430xN_91514074.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395249513063436786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha3qnS3c3L9Nv-6EHX0CeFrwjOK32VhejEMhspxtfMqcCXrBeUYFw1PC1WbEioIzc1D87EDofbdhOyoYVY1Rz8PmVbfto01XQCGyQec3ZVVJa2H0Y8F4i_FV1R-fvG2web5vD9vxnnYLe0/s320/il_430xN_91514074.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Yes, it really is soap. Sorta creepy and funny.. perfect for Halloween. If you wanna buy some head over <a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=31246607">here</a></div>Seishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09557395649899902177noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895502841220843492.post-43669540542042103482009-10-20T19:36:00.000-07:002009-10-20T19:37:34.326-07:00More free Stuff.I hae already done this, and I got the coupon. It works.<br /><a href="http://www.moneysavingmom.com/money_saving_mom/2009/10/edible-arrangements-free-box-of-dipped-fruitfirst-100000-only.html">Edible Arrangements: Free box of dipped fruit--first 100,000 only</a><br /><a style="DISPLAY: inline" href="http://www.moneysavingmom.com/.a/6a00e552792fa288330120a64db9ce970c-pi"></a><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/dofruit?ref=search&sid=100000256890957.2701944753..1" target="_blank">Go here</a> to become a fan of Edible Arrangements on Facebook and then <a href="http://www.facebook.com/dofruit?ref=search&sid=100000256890957.2701944753..1#/dofruit?v=app_172875521384&ref=search" target="_blank">go here</a> to sign up for a coupon for a free box of six chocolate-dipped fruits. Offer is good for the first 100,000 people who sign up. The coupon will be emailed to you within 1-2 days.<br />No purchase is necessary but delivery costs will apply. (If you have a local store, I'm thinking that perhaps you could possibly pick it up without incurring any charges, but I'm not certain on that.)<br />At any rate, this would be a great and inexpensive way to surprise someone special in your life! The coupon is valid through November 21, 2009.Seishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09557395649899902177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895502841220843492.post-41160823400483004682009-10-20T16:19:00.000-07:002009-10-20T16:20:33.177-07:00Freebies make Me Happy<a href="http://www.moneysavingmom.com/money_saving_mom/2009/10/kodak-gallery-free-15-gift-code-to-300000.html">Kodak Gallery: Free $15 gift code to 300,000</a><br /><a style="DISPLAY: inline" href="http://www.moneysavingmom.com/.a/6a00e552792fa288330120a6581f30970c-pi"></a><br />The first million people to register <a href="http://kodak.promo.eprize.com/millionsofthanks/" target="_blank">here</a> with Kodak Gallery will get a free gift. 300,000 of those free gifts will be a $15 gift code--which would be perfect to use to purchase some Christmas gifts for grandparents or to get photos printed to include in your Christmas cards.<br /><a href="http://kodak.promo.eprize.com/millionsofthanks/" target="_blank">Go here</a> to sign up and see if you win a $15 gift code. It only takes about 30 seconds to do and I just signed up and already received my $15 gift code via email!<br />Thanks, <a href="http://www.morethancents.info/component/content/article/1-latest/725-free-15-gift-cards-from-the-kodak-gallery-million-thanks-promo.html" target="_blank">More Than Cents</a>!<br />By the way, be sure to click thru <a href="http://www.ebates.com/rf.do?referrerid=7vnBqO9SNSNWUmJsyKka%2FQ%3D%3D" target="_blank">Ebates </a>first to redeem your gift code as they are offering 20% cashback right now!Seishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09557395649899902177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895502841220843492.post-26323220195512542652009-10-19T18:16:00.000-07:002009-10-19T18:22:46.955-07:00Just Say NoSo, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Chato</span> started his new job and has been out of town during the week. Since I am sorta a single parent now, I am trying harder than ever to stay on top of things. Housework, Work, Playtime, all those things that are easier when you have someone to split it. I am bound and determined to make this not only work, but to see my family thrive. Therefore, I am being super selective on what I commit to these days.<br /><br />I don't want to seem flaky, and I just don't want to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">over commit</span> (<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">over committing</span> is my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Achilles</span> heal). I am focused and organized. This means <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">alot</span> less "me" time and a lot less "social" time, but my family is worth it. Those people who love me will be there when the dust settles, and the outpouring of support has been wonderful. Thank you- to all those of you who have offered a hand, I might still need it.<br /><br />Remember, No is only a two letter word not four.Seishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09557395649899902177noreply@blogger.com0