Thursday, August 14, 2008


All the talk about Olympic swimmer, Michael Phelps 10,000 to 12,000 calories a day is not news to the mom of seven boys especially now that football has started. I think I may need to look for a sponsor just to make it through the next 4 months.

Yesterday morning I made, ham and cheese omelets and toast for breakfast. Joshua ate, a three egg omelet, with extra ham, cheese and a half cup of salsa, 4 slices of toast and two bowls of cereal. Isaac ate a two egg omelet and 2 slices of toast. Fortunately Jacob slept through breakfast. I figured between all of them we went through a box of cereal, a loaf of bread, a 1/2 lb of ham, 1/4 lb of cheese, 1 dozen eggs and a 1/2 gallon of milk, and Adorable Hubby and #1 didn't eat!!! Scary!

In other news, #1 is involved in ballroom dance. The class he took this summer had a recital. here are videos and pictures his partner is Lyssa her family and ours have been friends for many moons, she's a gorgeous girl and an incredible dancer. Jacob is the big guy in a black T-shirt he's such a cutie, and considering that he has had less then a year of ballroom training, he's an incredible dancer.

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School has started. today is the first day of everyone but #6 who starts kindergarten next week attending. Hooray! I think, between getting teenagers out of bed and lunches and carpools and exercise and school supplies and disclosure forms and homework starting again... It's a lot of work!

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Olympic Dreams

Adorable Hubby and I can't get enough of the Olympics, swimming, diving, gymnastics, if it's on we watch it. Our bedtime has been creeping slowly past 10:30 to 11:30 or 12:00, last night Bob Costas signed off before we could pull ourselves away. With Joshua involved in two-a-day practices this week at football my days are starting at 6:00 AM so I'm pretty tired. Maybe that explains my dream last night.

Yesterday we watched Synchronized Diving, this is an amazing sport, if wearing a really tight low cut Speedo and synchronizing your movements perfectly to a similarly dressed member of the same sex is your idea of an amazing sport depending on your definition of a sport. Apparently the Chinese, Russian and German teams are really good but the American team hung in there until just at the end when the Germans edged them out of the medals with just a touch more synchronicity.

So last night I dream I'm standing on an Olympic diving platform ready to perform my dive, I looked down and realized all I had on was a really tight low cut Speedo, not a good look for me even pre-babies. Fortunately I had the chest and abs of a 17 year old Olympic diver. I don't recall ever switching genders in a dream before; but, there I was standing on a three story high platform about to throw myself off in a twisting, flipping, belly-flop of death attempt at Olympic glory and all I could think was, "would anyone notice if I reached down and touched my who-ha to check out just how far this gender transformation goes?"

This morning I keep glancing down at the girls, just to check; though I'd kill for the abs my lovely belly and lower regions are all me as well.

More sleep? Less Starbucks almond fudge ice cream?
Or maybe just my own little version of an Olympic Dream?

Monday, August 11, 2008

Duh, Happy Birthday!

Yesterday was my birthday, So many really great people made it a wonderful day, Thank you.

Am I having any anxiety over my advancing age? I didn't think so until this birthday morning conversation with Adam.

Mom: Good Morning Adam.

Adam: Happy Birthtay Mom. (With a little coaching from Dad)

Mom: Aww, thanks sweetie.

Adam: Mom, how old your are?


Adam: ha ha ha ha heh heh, Torty-free, hee hee whoo whoo ha.

Mom: what's so funny?

Adam: How old I am?

Mom: Four

Adam: Four, oh...I'm gonna snuggle you Mom, you need snuggles.

Mom: No really I'm OK, go help Daddy make Breakfast.

Adam: OK, forty-tree hee hee hee... (as he runs off)

Sunday, August 10, 2008


Hmm, is it 'pull up your big girl panties' ? Cause I wouldn't want you all to think I don't routinely wear panties.

And, new Car is a Chevrolet HHR, no I don't know what HHR stands for.

Googled it, HHR is Chevy secret code for heritage high roof. OK it's an internal code but secret sounds so much more exciting.

Saturday, August 9, 2008

Put On Your Big Girl Panties

I did it! I put on my big girl panties and I bought a car all by myself with my very own credit. I drove such a hard bargain, the first lot I stopped at, the first car I test drove for 10 whole minuets, the first salesman I talked to. Ok, so maybe they saw me coming but isn't it cute?

And don't I look so very cute driving it? The great thing is, it looks very nice on Adorable Hubby also and in just 6 or 8 short months you may see just how hot he looks in it.

The very, Very, VERY best thing is that the giant sucking sound, AKA, our Suburban can sit in the driveway saving me my new car payment in gas costs.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Rock On! Hot Momma

I was in the middle of my morning tasks when my 17 year old, still tousled from rising at the crack of 11:30 AM, stumbled into the kitchen to begin foraging for food. He shnuffled around my cleaning, sorting, mothering, frenzy gathering a huge bowl of cereal, four slices of toast and a quart sized glass of milk. His breakfast was on the table when he realized he had forgotten a spoon, so he ambled back into my domain to grab one, children have no idea how fragile life is when they come between a momma and her almost clean kitchen.

As Teenage Son returns unwittingly to the table, life intact, spoon in hand, he pauses turns and says, "You know Mom, I think you must lead a secret double life as a rock star".

For that comment he earns an incredulous look that cries, "This morning I rose at 6:30 AM to get dressed throw in some laundry and exercise, I have watered the lawns and all my flowers, weeded, washed three sinks full of dirty dishes, made four sippy cups and seven breakfasts, started two loads of laundry, picked up and put away 3,975,872 assorted items that did not belong to me nor were put where they were by me, I have reassured a child that his brothers band hoodies will work just fine for him and that not wanting them on a 95 degree day does not mean he won't want them on a 45 degree day so he should go put them in his 'friggin' closet, I have broken up three fights, searched for a Dora Video because the only one in its case on the shelf is not the one my irrationally screaming four year old wants to watch, I've wiped three butts, and I'll be lucky to get into the shower by 2:30, if I'm leading a secret double life as a rock star I sure wish I knew about it."

"No seriously," exclaims teenage son, "You look just like the lead singer for the group Heart." "You know who Heart is right Mom?" He realizes that my not sharing his and his fathers addiction to obscure 70's and 80's rock groups may render his compliment meaningless.

"Sure", I say not wanting to discourage his efforts at complimenting mom type women or look like I wasn't paying attention to rock groups in the eighties, it was my era of teen coolness. And, the idea of any teenager thinking I look like a rock star from any era was starting to grow on me. ( Note-to-self, ask Adorable Hubby who the lead singer for Heart is. )

The rest of the afternoon I went about my chores with a swagger in my step and a little rock star sneer on my lips. After my shower I dressed a little nicer then usual, did my hair and thought about make-up. At the grocery store I smiled at the bag boy, rock stars have to keep their fans in mind. On the way home I left the cookies in the back seat, rock stars watch their figures.

At dinner time Teenage Son says to Adorable Hubby, "Dad, I was reading up on the group Heart on the internet, I noticed Mom looks just like the lead singer Ann Wilson." I bestow my best rock star smile on my darling Teenage Son.

Adorable Hubby, ever the gallant lover says, "I think Mom is a little better looking, but she does look a lot like her".

"Yeah," says Teenage Son, the lead singer for Heart used to be this hot girl but now she looks just like Mom!"

Monday, August 4, 2008

Our Family

Our Family