Macaroni and peas, please?

After a fun evening at the park with some friends (both, for the socialization/play time and the ability/excuse to put of household duties for just a few more hours...) it became clear that cooking would most likely not happen in a 'June Cleaver' kind of way...

...so, macaroni and cheese (shells and cheese to be exact) and dino-shaped chicken nuggets it is. Yay for the "Dinner of the Year" award. Oh well.

Anywho. Z has been going through the word-play phase, where he interchanges letter sounds and messes around with words to see how they end up. He cracks himself up sometimes, and me as well. But, tonight, it almost did not bode well for him at all.

I'm busy slaving over the stove for this labor-intensive dinner when he comes sauntering in the kitchen, up to no good, I'm sure of it. He stands on his tippee-toes, trying to peer into the pot, without getting too close so as not to get burned. Then, he says the one sentence that could have potentially ruined his evening:

"I want some macaroni and and peas, please."

He has no idea that I'm in a rare mood...the mood to mess with him. *lol* Mean mommy moment coming up! =)

So, I go to the pantry and get a can of peas. (*note: he does not, I repeat NOT like peas...he's such his daddy's boy)

"NOOOOOOOOOO! I don't want peas!!!"

But, I remind him that is what he said, 'macaroni and peas, please.' He is now looking at me like I am a complete and total brat; he is not amused, not in the least. He glares, sticks out his bottom lip, and cocks his hip off to the side with a little stamp of the foot:

"I do not want peas in my macaroni. Only CHEESE!"

I suppose next time he will be more careful with the words he plays around with.

I'm such a mean mommy! *lol* =)

'til next time...
peace, love, and peas =)

♥ S.

To share, or not to share...

So, I broke down. I finally did it. I watched an episode of 'Sister Wives.'

I just don't get it. I couldn't do it. Not no way, not no how.

I mean, I guess it would be nice to have the help around the house. I'd have someone to help with the kiddo. She could do all the things I don't like to do: dishes, fold the laundry, dust, and change the sheets on the beds. =)

But, she'd better keep to her OWN bedroom...and she can just get her OWN man while she's at it.

So, I guess I don't want a 'Sister Wife.' I just want a maid. And, for that matter, she doesn't even have to have a room here; she doesn't have to live here. Just come clean my house every now and again.

I'm not about sharing my man with anyone! I don't even want other women to look at him! *lol* I shouldn't even let him out of the house without a paper bag or a mask...like Michael Jackson! =)

No, I'm not that bad.

But, for real. Sharing my husband is 100% out of the question. And I just don't understand how these women can be okay with this 'every 4th night' thing!

Of course, you know, there are always those days when I wouldn't mind just sending him off and making him someone else's problem...

=)

Until next time,
Peace, Love, and Monogamy! *lol*

♥ S.

{{For P/C purposes, I feel that I should put a disclaimer that I am in no way, shape, or form being condemnatory, I simply am expressing that it is not something that I could be a part of.}}

Play ball!

As I'm sitting here, stalling to do homework that I (again) put off all weekend, working on a post from this weekend's activities, my son approaches me. He hands me an invisible ball and asks me to throw it to him...he's wearing a ball glove we got him at an Express game.

I toss the pretend ball to him (because he knows we don't throw the actual balls in the house) and he catches it. He throws it back, and before I can even pretend to catch it he tells me that I missed. Then, he runs behind the couch, gets it (I assume) and brings it back, informing me that it is his last ball, and I have to make sure I catch it so it doesn't get lost. Huh?

So, I laugh, and we keep playing. Then, he speed tosses me several balls, one right after the other, for about six or seven tosses. He informs me that he is now out of balls, "Okay, Mom, that's all that I've got." And so now I am instructed to start throwing them back to him...fast. I oblige him, because he's being adorable and it's fun. =)

He starts 'catching' them, in his glove at first, and then he cracks me up as he is fielding them from the ground! He rarely even watches the games on TV with us, and has only been to two Express games, so it cracks me up that he is so into this.

We used to think that he was going to be a football player, but it appears that his athletic interests may have changed. I can't wait until he's old enough for Little League!! =)

Guess I know what we'll be doing tomorrow...GO Rangers!

Until next time (or later),
peace, love, and the American past-time!

♥ S.

Has it been 10 years already?!

This weekend is P's 10-year high school reunion...what?!?!

Has it really been that long already? I simply don't feel old enough. Mine will most likely be this Spring (if anyone actually gets anything together...it's almost like 'what's the point' now that we're in the Facebook era) and I just can't believe that it's been ten years. My goodness...what have I accomplished since then?

• 2001
• graduation
• started what would become two pointless years of college
•  2002
• another pointless year of college
• 2003
• moved to Chicago to be with the man of my dreams ♥
• got married
• 2004
• moved back to Texas
• wedding =)
• 2005
• started school *again*
• 2006
• became an Aunt =)
• lost 25 lbs.!!!!
• got pregnant ♥
• more school
• 2007
• became a Mommy ♥
• got a 'grown up job' (for a while)
• took some time off school
• 2008
• back to school *sigh*
• 2009
• more school
• first Ski trip (complete with knee injury upon return)
• 2010
• finally starting the beginning of the end with upper level courses toward my degree!
• graduated P from the police academy! (I count that my accomplishment too!) =) 
• celebrated Z's 3rd birthday
• celebrated a 7-year wedding anniversary ♥
• ordered my college ring! (hey, it's a milestone to me!)
• 2011
• time will tell, but on the slate is:
• student teaching
• graduation
• major home DIY renovations/projects!

I wish I could say that I'll have my BS by the time my reunion come around, but, I'll be about six-months shy. But it's okay. I have accomplished a lot between then and now when you consider it all. I've worn a lot of hats over the past ten years. It's been fun, trying, exhausting, and pretty much any other adjective you can think of.

I just can't believe that it's been 10 years. I don't feel that old. I'm not old enough for a reunion. But, this isn't mine, it's P's. It should be interesting. Homecoming football game, drinks, and then a downtown adventure...with a bunch of people that I don't know. *shrug* It'll be the same for him, but I guess that's what happens when you marry someone you didn't go to high school with.

Well...until next time.
Peace, love, and memories!
♥ S.

Busy, much?

Wow...I don't know if 'busy' even gets the actual point across. I am trying to think of a word stronger than 'busy,' but it's all I've got. It could very well be the understatement of the year...

With a new semester always come new stressors. The classes this semester aren't actually all that bad, but they are just not very exciting. We have two classes that merged to one, one class they split up into two, and then an 'elective' (I use that term loosely...because doesn't the connotation of the word 'elective' insinuate that I have elected to take it, rather than being made to take it?) that is barely related to my specific degree. And, on top of that, they are not in sync with each other at all! Either that, or they think torture is entertaining. We had huge, group, Power Point presentations due in two of the classes in one week, we have observations in preschool and now they have decided that we need to mentor a child who doesn't speak English. There is entirely too much 'outside' work involved in this semester. I simply do not possess the time...

I should be working on something right now, as a matter of fact. I have midterms this week, observations to catch up on, plenty of reflecting to do (I swear, with all this 'reflecting,' my mind has become a mirror!), a portfolio to put together, a philosophy to write, and a degree audit to look over before a meeting with my adviser tomorrow to ensure that I can wrap all this up in time! ...and, I'm sure I'm missing something in there somewhere...

Wow. It's just as stressful to type as it is to live. =)

I'm sitting here, however, contemplating dinner and where to start on homework, researching some DIY projects that I'll be starting in November (more to come on that later!!), and all the while laughing at my three-year old who is reciting Disney's Monsters, Inc. because he's seen it more than 100 times in the past year. =) It's hilarious, and mildly-annoying, all at the same time. I try to focus on the hilarity, but sometimes, the play-by-play (because he recites on a delay...lol) can start to wear on you. And, I can almost guarantee that he'll ask to watch it again as soon as it's over. And, I will most likely oblige, because it is the only thing that will get him to sit still for more than 30-seconds. It doesn't keep him quiet, but at least he confines himself to the couch so I can get some stuff done. =)

There has been plenty going on around here outside of school...but it's been so long, it's going to take multiple posts to get caught up. I'd like to though. I had a visit from my mom, a visit from my sister (which included meeting my nephew for the first time!), P's grandmother came from Italy, my best friends from Oklahoma came down to visit twice(!!!)...I'm sure I'm forgetting something.

And then, of course, there are the projects that I'm about to start. I think they'll be therapeutic and stress-relieving. And, I love a good sense of accomplishment! =) I'll be handling them mostly myself, and they are by no means small projects!

I promise, there will be more on that later, though. That's going to be a step-by-step blogging experience...tracking my progress along the way. =)

As for now, I'm going to try to get dinner started, get homework underway, and get Z to stop saying, "You idiot!" over and over again. (Thanks, Disney...)

'Til next time, peace, love, & lots to do!
♥  S.