Half Mast

So, Derek got a fish at the church carnival/celebration/new building something or other. I worked the boothe with the goldfish you could catch. It's true, for some reason I am bitter about organized religion, but shine a light on me I worked their celebration thinging. I am still trying not to be bitter about the stupid sign they gave our boothe when everyone else had a cool printed one, or the fact that I asked THREE people where to set up before I finally picked a spopt and set up only to be made a fool by the event coordinator. Did I mention that I am not bitter or at least trying not to be.
Okay so the fish we bought were the el cheapp feeder fish, but come on our little group does not have tons of money to spend on carnival prizes. (we were the biggest hit of the carnival, not that I am one to brag). Derek caught his fish and we added it to our other gold fish we have had since last March. He died a couple days later. Derek cried. I sent him to Clint for a lesson on life and how you have a soul and a body. Yes people, this is over a fish.
Fast forward to the weekend. We met my mom at McDonalds and the flag was flying at half mast. I am not sure for who, but it was. Here is my conversation with Derek:
D: Mom why is the flag only half way up
Me: (sorry but not in the mood for an exlpanation) I don't know
D: Daddy told me it is because someone dies
Me: Oh yep that is right, that is how we honor people that have died in service
D: Maybe it is for my fish
Me: (silence)
D: Nah I bet they don't fly a flag half way up for a fish
Me: (silence)
D: I bet they only do that for people
Mel I bet you are right

To all the girls I loved before...

Okay to all who commented on my last blog... and I don't want to call anyone out...KELLI, HEATHER, ANNE...Let me start by saying that SELLING computers is totally different from FIXING computers. With the exception of Tymon who I spent a night on the phone with and finally decided that with him being FOUR HOURS down I-35 could not really help me.
I will attempt to pick up where I left off as difficult as that may be.

my computer sucks

Dear Blog,

I will be back soon. However my computer sucks and I am lucky to get this typed without some kind of stupid computer error. I am not bitter, no. I have many blogs in my head. I will try to remember them all for later.

Sincerely,
hooigans are us

The 4th day of school

So, I get a call that Davis is refusing to eat his lunch and crying. I tell them that is his lunch take it or leave it and they agree. Keep in mind this is a lunch he eats all the time. Hot dog, applesauce, goldfish and a drinkable yogurt.

Then I get a call saying he is in the office crying that he is sick and wants his mommy. Now the preschool director is trying to be very cautious that this is not just new school jitters. She asked Davis if he likes school when he feels well and he said yes. They also had sent 3 kids home with high fevers so something is going around. I tell them I will come pick him up since it is nap time anyway and he is usually happy go lucky.

So here is what he has to say when I pick him up and we are walking out.
D (with a coy little smile on his face) I am so glad you are here mama
Me Do you feel sick?
D not any more
Me Do you feel yucky?
D Not any more
Me Then why were you crying for me?
D I just love you mama, I'm so glad you are here.

When we get home he can hardly contain his excitment of being home. He's playing and running around. It took him an hour to settle in and take a nap. Not sick, not sick at all.

That little terd.
I need to buy a copy of the boy who cried wolf.

Pops is the big 70

I can't believe Vern is 70!

The kids and I went up on Saturday. I made him a cake, which I am quite proud of, and we brought a bunch of balloons.

First day of school

Yippee,
Davis and Derek are back in School.
Davis had a good, but more imprtantly dry first day of school.





Whatever you do, Davis, don't look at the camera!

Potty Training...again

Yes, it is another blog about potty training. It has taken over my life.

So it is Monday and I am taking Davis to get a new backpack and lunch box for school since he has never had a new one. Thanks to Big D he always winds up with a hand me down.
We venture out in big boy underwear because I am done with pull ups.

JoAnn fabrics 9:45
Me Do you need to go potty?
D NO

Pottery Barn kids at the mall 10:30ish
D Mama pee pee's coming out
Me Shit (under my breath). Here sit in your stroller we are going to the bathroom.

Mall bathroom 10:32ish
Me Davis you pooped in your new Diego underwear.
D pee pee and poo poo come out.
Me Say goodbye to Diego he is going in the trash.
D Bye bye Diego. (he could care less)

We buy a backpack and lunch box and call it a day.

Home 12:00ish
Me Do you need to go potty
D Nope

1:15ish
D Mama pee pee's coming out.
So I clean up a puddle of pee on my carpet.

2:30ish
D Mama pee pee's coming out.
That's right again same spot I clean up a puddle of pee on my carpet.

3:15 We are heading out to pick up Derek from school.
Me You have to sit on the potty before we get in the car.
D (on the potty) No pee pee's coming out
Shocking seeing how he just peed twice on the carpet.

3:30 Doctor's office for well checks
Derek and Davis both drink up their Tylenol to get a chicken pox vaccine. They always fill the little dispenser cup with water to wash it down. So Davis was standing on a little kid chair to reach the water in the room. He gets down and what do ya know...
D Pee pees come out! (splatter splatter)
The poor nurse throws some paper towels down and watches me clean up. I don't blame her a bit and told her that I would clean it up b/c who wants to clean up some other kid's pee. I don't want to clean up my own kids pee.
Nurse Umm are they ready for their shots?
Me No let me get him in dry clothes.
It is at this moment that I sit down in the little kid chair to take off the wet clothes and put on the dry when I realize that the pee pee started coming out BEFORE he got off the chair and I am now sitting in it.

So great after 3 "accident" clean ups I sit in the 4th. NEAT.

Charlotte's Web

So tonight we had frozen pizza and ice cream for dinner. Then we watched Charlotte's Web on the big TV upstairs. Thanks to my wonderful friend who dropped the movie off for us to borrow. Thus saving me from purchasing the only somewhat kid friendly pay per view movie Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I would be explaining why at our house we don't say "kick butt" for the next month.
Okay so back to my original thought of Charlotte's Web. I totally forgot about Charlotte dying at the end. Derek was sitting on the couch with me when she is explaining how she is dying to Wilbur. I look over at him to find huge tears welled up in his eyes and his little chin beginning to quiver. When he glanced over at me he quickly blinked them away and choked back any more that were on the way.
He has been so emotional lately. He bawled his eyes out in the car when he and Clint dropped me off at the airport for Santa Fe. He told Clint that he was sad that our family was going to be in all different places. I have to say all this weepiness tugs at my heart because he is not the emotional sensitive one. Does this mean he might lighten up on the stubbornness? I can dream can't I?

I have a blog

So, with the inspiration of my two best McKinney friends I started this blog. Then, I quit! I am horrible. However I have been inspired again. This time by my cousin. She is really my cousin's wife, but being the only girl in the family, I claim all the girls as my own. I think that is only fair.

So, I finally passed my exam. I had to fly to Santa Fe since they changed testing companies, but hallelujah I passed. I scored and 85 percent...take that!
I celebrated by drinking wine and eating out in Santa Fe. Then I came home and celebrated at my friends house with an awesome steak dinner and all kinds of fun beverages. It is possible that I celebrated a little too much. I don't know, when you go to a party in jeans and end up in a pair of shorts you found in the closet so you could be better at doing flips on the trampoline is that too much? Did I mention it was her mom's birthday? I think the fact that I was celebrating two things makes it alright.

Potty training? Did I blog something about potty training? My kid is 3, he pees in his pants everyday. Not to mention the day he pooped on my moms balcony. Nice. I would give up, but I would rather not send my kid to college in pull ups.
Well, I am off to change another pull up....

How hard can it be

Seriously, how hard can it be? I failed for the third time today with a 74. That is one point people, ONE point. 75 is passing. So, I did some retail therapy on the way home and stopped at NM Last Call and got two shirts.

Failed

Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me

I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed

She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb

In the shape of an "L" on her forehead

That's right I failed my national exam again. I even managed to fail worse this time than last time.

To make things even worse my kid is a BRAT. We went to a friends house for dinner and he screamed like a girl and cried and bugged people the whole time. He complained about dinner, he threw something at his friend so she kicked him in the face. I am at my wits end with him. I can't take him anywhere. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh

Thank God for friends that know how to make awesome Cosmos and then serve me the best stir fry I think I have ever had. Oh and of course some great wine with dinner.

Brain Transplant

If this is possible I would like to be put on the waiting list immediately. I am studying to retake the national real estate exam and I can't remember anything. I can not choose the correct answer in multiple choice tests to save my life. I seem to just geek out and pick the wrong thing. I am driving myself crazy and starting to panic. I just want to pass and be done with all this. Please please let me pass............

Do the pee pee dance

We have had a breakthrough! I asked Davis if he needed to go potty before we put his diaper on and he said yes and climbed up on the big potty before I could even get there to help him. Alas, he peed his waterfall into the potty and it was no small amount.

A huge pee pee dance and party ensued in my bathroom following the event.
Davis pee peed on the Pot-Tay..Davis pee peed on the Pot-Tay..Everybody this time..Davis pee peed on the Pot-Tay..with your hands in the air..Davis pee peed on the Pot-Tay. Okay so you get the picture.

So, thank you Emma for sitting on the potty in front of my kid today like it was no big deal. Maybe it was seeing someone his own age climb up on the big potty that cinched the deal. He sees his big brother all the time, but is so not interested. This is only the second time in history that he has sat on the big potty without being scared out of his mind. The last time was Kelli’s house when he accidentally squeezed out a terd. In an attempt to speed the potty training process along I let him pick out some new Diego underware at the store. I tried putting them on him and he threw a fit and did not want to wear them. I told him he was a big boy and big boys wear underwear. To which he whines "I don't want to be a big boy". Sheesh!

I am not getting rid of any diapers yet, but I am so thrilled that he finally used the right muscles and pee came out. Usually he just farts on the little kid potty.

Happy birthday to Davis (and Clint)

Davis had his 3rd birthday party this weekend. I think it was a fun time for all.
The kids had hot dogs, kool aid and cake and the adults had brats, jello shots and blue margaritas! The blue margs were part of the fish themed birthday party complete with a gummy fish swimming around in them.
I think the only bummer of the night was that our good friends had to leave to go to a dinner party. They planned on breaking away and coming back, but the husband had an allergic reaction to the food that was served and had to go to the E.R. Needless to say they did not make it back.
As a little side note here I would like to add that the hostess of the dinner party served pork baked with pesto sauce and walnuts and tells our friends repeatedly that there are not any nuts in the meal. Hello, his throat is closing, still claiming no nuts????
Clint was all excited to show off his new TVs he got (yes that is plural). I was assuming that these TVs were his birthday and fathers day gifts, but I was wrong. He and another friend both went out and bought new XBOX 360s. Whatever!

Summer School Love

So here is my conversation with Derek on the way home from school today:

Derek: Isabella has eleven boys that like her.
Me: Wow, Isabella must be a really nice girl.
Derek: Yep, Ryan says he is in love with her. I'm not though, I just made love with her.
Me: Oh

Good to know my kid will just be a one night stand kind of guy!

I'm done with my gum

Derek and Davis love to chew gum. When they are finished with their gum they like to throw it out the car window. This is fine with me as long as there are not any cars next to us and we are not on neighborhood streets where it might get stuck to some one's shoe.
So, today we are driving home from the mall where both the boys got a huge piece of gum from the big rolling spiral gumball machine. Derek decides he is finished with his gum and asks to throw it out the window. So he rolls down his window and is ready to throw when Clint tells him "No, no not yet". Too late. Derek threw is giant purple wad of gum right smack dab in the center of some poor dudes windshield. Now this guy was not driving a family Honda or Kia oh no, he is driving his electric blue mac daddy car. He is the type whose pride and joy is his car with the custom paint job, fancy rims and a spoiler thingy on the back.
Derek is a little concerned because Clint is mouthing "I am SO sorry" as the guy pulls up right next to us. Luckily he was nice and gave a casual wave and an "it's okay" nod.

I just want one

So, the binky fairy finally came to our house today. Davis was not very happy about it and he is still playing in his room instead of napping. We decorated a bag, went around and gathered up all the binkys and put them on the front porch. Then it was nap time and all hell broke loose.
He cried and screamed. I WANT MY BINKY. When I went in to comfort him and tell him the binky fairy already came and took them to the babies he very sad and pouty said "I just want one". "Just one binky momma" I told him they were all gone and we went downstairs to see if he was left any presents. He did perk up at the sight of a new Cars pillow and a Diego rescue pack. It is starting to quiet down in his room so I am crossing my fingers that he is finally going to sleep binky free.