Sunday (In Parentheses)

Sunday has been a pretty good day (good enough that I finally changed out of my sweats and slippers and into jeans... and slippers).

My children had cupcakes for breakfast (store bought, of course).

I told myself I'd do the laundry and dishes first thing (oh self, you're such a kidder).

Instead, I made the beds and watched half of a Hallmark movie (on the lower bunk in the girls' room while they watched A.N.T. Farm in my room).

Mia spent the afternoon with her dad (which led to a Marlee meltdown featuring hatred towards everything from Walmart to ponytails to itchy socks).

Walmart was its usual helpful, welcoming, money-sucking self (where the fuck do they keep the cotton balls in that place because they're NOT right next to the Q-tips).

No, we didn't buy any strawberries or salad mix (hey there diabetes, we loaded up on Dum Dum suckers and potato chips).

A quick stop at Sonic for half-priced Happy Hour drinks (yes, Mar, I am almost too big to squeeze between the car door and the menu when you open your door after I've asked you 62 times not to).

A sweet little fella decided it was nap time on the drive home (and spilled half of his cherry limeade all over the seat).

Our neighbor Jack stopped us as we pulled into the drive and asked to buy one of the 3 pumpkins in front of the house ("I'm sure you'll be back at Walmart at least once before Halloween!" Jack, I'll be back at least 3 times...).

Sis came home ready to collect her prize from the store (Novi Star dolls: I broke the head off of Marlee's while taking it out of the box, and then pulled the hair off of Mia's when we opened it).

My guilty conscience roped me in to washing a load of towels and slacks (a cute 4 year old couldn't be convinced that doing laundry is what grown-ups do when they want to have fun).

We had chili for supper (because it's Sunday, it's fall, and I make darn good chili, folks).

With more cupcakes for dessert (for the children, guys, only the children eat cupcakes twice a day).

Have a good week, friends (seriously)!

Sweating To The Oldies

I have vivid memories from my childhood where I'm sitting in the dining room floor playing Barbies while my mom and Richard Simmons did "25 minutes of low impact aerobics!!!!" 

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Half consumed with deciding how to set up Barbie's RV, and half amazed by Richard's super short shorts, I'd watch my mom and giggle at her sweet workout moves. "And Windy has wings to fly...above the clouds..." - complete with faux wing flapping.

Guys, my mom now owns the DVD! 

MOM: Hey do you want to work out with me on the days I babysit?

ME: Sure, what are you doing?

MOM: I got a new 'Sweatin To The Oldies' DVD!!!

ME: Oh. My. God. What songs are on it?

MOM: Fever... My Boyfriend's Back... RESPECT...

ME: Wait... is it the same one you had when I was a kid?

MOM: Yes!

ME: Hell yes I'll work out with you!

She brought her DVD over tonight. We worked out and the kids attempted to join in (by attempted, I mean ran in circles and rolled across the couch).

Low impact aerobics? I'm really out of shape. Thank you, self, for remembering to close the curtains before embarrassment commenced! 

I guess it's true, at some point every adult does something that they made fun of their parents for doing - and enjoys every minute of it.

We'll be working out again tomorrow night and yes, my shorts are longer than Richard's. His legs are way nicer than mine though, and if we're being honest here, I'd wear hot pants too if I had legs like his.

Election 2012: Q & A With the Girls

Hey there strangers!

Long story short, I've been lazy lately and haven't written anything. I'd love to say that it's be cause I've been super productive, but I haven't. Just lazy - plain and simple!

Mia asked me the other day if I was still writing the ole blog and requested that maybe I could just write about something fun that I do with the kids someday. Well, this was pretty fun!

Who is the President?
MIA Barack Obama
MAR Bama! Mrs. Davis has a Bama sign!

Who is the vice President?
MIA I don't really know. Joe Bite!
MAR Biting...

Where does the President live and what does his house look like?
MIA It would be a really cool house... um... in America. The ... white? house? Besides, white is a color in the American flag.
MAR If I was pwesident my house would be behind your house and it would be rainbow cuhyared!

What's the First Lady's name?
MIA It was rather... Melissa or Michelle.
MAR (I told her the First Lady is like the princess of the USA) There's lots of princesses! Um Bowie. I think we should name huw Bowie.

Who is Mommy voting for?
MIA Maybe Granny?
MAR I don't know...Wrong Paul? Who is Wrong Paul? (Thanks for that one Granny! For the record, I'm not voting for Ron Paul!)

What day do you vote?
MIA Maybe when you're 22. This year.
MAR Wednesday. This day when we go to the pahk.

How do you vote for the President?
MIA Maybe you have to sign a paper. Get a ticket and hold it up high and it says who you want for President.
MAR Um... Bowie, vote for huw.

What does the President do all day at work?
MIA Work! Um maybe papers that are really important.
MAR Well I sometimes dance and what do you fink he does? Dance? Do his jobs!

What does the President to do to have fun?
MIA Um maybe if he has a day off, he could go to the beach!He could surf!
MAR Cuhwuring is fun! He maybe cuhwuhs fwowers for his wife. Fwowers are pretty!

What is the President going to be for Halloween?
MAR I fhink he should be a werewoof. Or he could be a horse!
MIA Marlee no! It's my turn! I think, maybe ... he should be... a superhero - OR A MAD SCIENTIST!

That's all for tonight! This kitchen isn't going to clean itself and the kids are being good so I can't make them do it as punishment!

(And, shout out to Miss Presley! Hope these made you giggle, pretty girl!)