Liar, Liar... Pants on the ground

Felix 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 thanked her for the kindness, but was baffled by why a new baby warranted being added to the prayer list.

Evidently, Felix brought a pic into Circle time (aka show and tell) of the baby in the NICU. 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 NICU. He had taken a picture from home of Oscar and told all his classmates it was his niece.

This is only slightly more embarrassing than the time he told his whole class and teacher that his Dad was in Connecticut visiting his baby sister that lives with another Mom.

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.

I am afraid if the pathological lying and nudity are this bad at four, what the hell is fourteen going to look like?

What 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.

So today I went with MusicMama 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 Lyla 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 Mohican's in training, and I was very busy keeping them from breaking anything (which I did successfully accomplish). So from now on , my little point shoot will be with me at all times. When in doubt I will ask myself, "What would kimtastic do?"

Green with Envy

So, I am a little Envious of kimtastics blog. 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 dedication to 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.

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.

Insult to Injury: a story of a pain in the Ass

I 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.

Anywhoo, 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 TMI. However, I thought I had to give a back story before I got to the funny stuff.

So, I was referred to a colon and rectal surgeon. At this point, I probably should have thought this more than just hemorrhoids. However, I was hopeful that I would get some cream and a slap on my ass and be out the door.

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.

Anywhoo, he laundry lists like four things that are wrong with my butt, and cellulite 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.
I didn't now what else to do. I have a knack of making awkward situations worse. FYI, leave it to me to always have the most inappropriate reactions ever.

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 publix to pick up my prescription the pharmacist comes back with a box the size of a shoe box with ANALPRAM KIT written all over it. Now, I get the need to brand things, but I might be a little more brand loyal if Analpram 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.

Resolutions

Some 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.

1. Organize my pictures (this is a carry over from last year and by now it is even more out of control). I am going to start by making hubby a picture book of our trip to Alaska for Vday.

2. Drink 8 glasses of water a day. This is on my list every year. I hate water... so bland. Well, try , try again.

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.

4. Earn all the money for our trip to Bali by myself. This means saving and continue improvements on my business.

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.

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.

7. I am going to give 25$ a month to Kiva every month I make money. I think since I am a small business that started out on a micro loan this would be the perfect way to build good karma.

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.

9. Cook in bulk. This is going to be an experiment that I hope will free up more quality time with the boys

10. Get in a schedule that works. Right now our schedule is haphazard at best. I have been blaming this on Chato's new job, but I can't anymore. I need to make it happen.

I'm BAaack

I 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.

So now that by gones are by gones. Let me tell you about someone who inspired me today. If you are not familiar with the Uniform Project 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 thrifted, vintage, or handmade accessories that are donated. She is cutting down on waste. I am thinking of doing something similar.

Please send her a donation for her endeavor. You can donate as little as $1.00. Seis put her money where her mouth is, and I am offering up any accessory in my etsy shop.

Everyone Makes Mistakes

My Mistake: I bought this for my ShopChato's Mistake : He let me talk him into putting it on.