Living Life

A little over a week ago a very good friend of Dan's passed away. I considered him a friend as well. Jason was an amazing person that was so full of life. In his death I have realized that I need to start living life, now. I have a tendency to put most things in the someday category, and I need to start moving some of those things into the today category. I don't mean that I am going to start jumping off cliffs in funny little suits, but I do need to start doing some basic things.
And, perhaps some less than basic things. I think for the past 30 years I have really taken for granted the time that we have on this earth. Everyday is a blessing, even the days that really suck.
Who knows, maybe one day I will get one of those funny suits and jump, but for right now that one can stay on a someday list. Or better yet, maybe it will make it onto the someday list.

Vomit and tears!

I am so sick of puking kids. I love my kids, but I am tired of being woken up early in the morning to the screams of what is coming next. We have been doing this for over a week now and I am just tired. I really pray that this morning at 5 a.m. was the last that we are going to have. I went back to bed and cried. I'm so tired and feel so bad for them. That's it, just needed to get the complaint and frustration off of my check. And as a side note, if I ever drink milk again I will be shocked!:)

Bikini body...

So, I've been spending a lot of time at the neighborhood pool. There seems to be a trend around here that ANYONE of the female persuasion can wear a bikini. I think I disagree. I used to, but have promised that without plastic surgery I will hand in my membership card to this club. Not everyone subscribes to this train of thought. It bugs me every time. I think for two reasons.
1.Eww. Yeah, I get it having stretch marks is a beautiful symbol of being a mother. I think this is crap and is only something husbands tell their wives to get laid. It's not pretty on me and I certainly don't think it is pretty on you stranger at the pool.
2. Maybe I wish I had their confidence. I've never been the "I don't care what anyone thinks" kind of girl. And, a small part of me respects the kahones it takes to do it.
So, I will not be wearing one, because I certainly don't want anyone blogging about me!

It was so epic...

Uhh, no it wasn't.
Every once and awhile there is a phrase that people really seem to latch on to, that makes my skin crawl when used in conversation. Apparently, epic has become that phrase. I HATE it. Drives me crazy. At first there were only a few people that I knew that used it, but now it seems to have gone off of the charts. I heard it on a commercial. The line was crossed, unacceptable.
Webster's says epic can mean the following:
1. of or pertaining to a long poetic commopsition, usu. centered upon a hero, in which a series of great achievements or events is narrated in elevated style: The Iliad is an epic poem. 2. resembling or suggesting such poetry: an epic novel. 3. heroic; majestic; impressively great. 4. of unusually great size or extent: a crime wave of epic proportions.-n. 5. an epic poem. 6. epic poetry. 7. a novel, film,etc., resembling or suggesting an epic. 8. something worthy of forming an epic.
So, I'm going out on limb by saying whatever product I heard being sold is NOT epic. I'm also going to stretch myself here and say that pretty much any story that you are telling me about your life is in fact, NOT epic. If you can turn it into a painfully long story that every 8th grader in America is forced to suffer through, then you can use it. If not, stop. Your life, and mine are not epic. Here are a few reasonable suggestions that all of my epic friends can give a go. These are free of charge.
1.spectacular
2. extrordinary
3. awesome
4. great
5. wonderful
6. incredible
7.amazing
Good luck and hopefully, this trend will soon come to an end.
Noelle

Too much wine last night. Had a great time though. No more drinking until after the 10K in Kenosha!

I decided today that there is far too much poop in my life. Literally and figuratively.

So, Eliza burned her hand pretty bad today. There are two sides to this coin for me.
Side1. I feel horrible that my baby has a very badly burned hand, not bad enough for hospital, but bad enough enough for 2nd and 3rd degree burns.
Side 2. She was being horrible all morning, I told her not to touch the stove and she literally placed her hand on a hot burner, basically to prove me wrong. Part of me thinks that she obviously needed to learn a lesson.
I haven't decided if the latter makes me a bad mom or a great mom. We shall see.