Monday, November 28, 2005

Once is not enough 11-25-2005

The other day I asked Anna to do something.  She ignored me.  Not unusual, they all do.  But this time I lost it a little and yelled at her, "HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO ASK YOU TO GET YOU DO SOMETHING?"

She looked at me curiously.  "You only asked me once." 

Sunday, November 20, 2005

Halloween Photos 10-31-2005

I am behind in posting photos here, but here are a few of the kiddies from this past halloween. Everbody had a hoot of a time, and we have all gone through our sugar withdrawals now.

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Chirstmas comes early... 11-20-2005

My mom is up visiting (or down visiting I should say) for the weekend, and we are all having a great time. Last night we built a fire, watched "the Grinch that stole Christmas" the real one, not that Jim Carey crap, and listened to Christmas music. It was all very nice. I also discovered the recipe for bourbon sidecar, which I will now share...

Scale ingredients to [Max field length is unknown] servings

2 oz bourbon whiskey
1 oz triple sec
1/2 oz fresh lemon juice

Pour the whiskey, triple sec and lemon juice into a cocktail shaker half-filled with ice cubes. Shake well, strain into a chilled cocktail glass, and serve.

We were celebrating "St. Nicholas Day" which is a germanic custom of St. Nick leaving presents by your window around December 7th. Its kind of early, but it was my Mom's idea, the kids don't question presents much at all. So I kept wanting to go downstairs, so that I could sneak out and bang on the door. The presents, trinkets, really, were out on the porch already. So I say to Kathleen.


Kathleen looks at me, kind of annoyed, and says something like, "okay, whatever."

I go downstairs. Kathleen, thinking that I was really checking my email and not trying to be the knock of Saint Nick, sneaks out from the garage around to the front and knocks on the door, and runs back inside. I sneak out around the other side of the house, looking in the windows to make sure no one sees me, and just as I get to the door, Anna and PJ and Sam all come tumbling out.

I freeze in my tracks, back up around the corner, run back downstairs, run upstairs, out to the front door, and act surprised. These are the little dramas you miss out on when you are a child. You don't get to see the men and women behind the curtain, bumping into each other and cursing while they make the firey face of oz. You just remember how much fun it was when there was a nock on the door weeks before any sort of holiday, and how there were snacks and presents outside just waiting for you.

Speaking of which, I need to go rent "The Wizard of Oz" for thanksgiving. I remember watching it every thanksgiving and I want to start the trend again.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005


PJ has been swearing once in a while.  At first it caught me off guard.  He hunches his shoulders, faces the floor, and snarles "Dammit!"

The thing is, he got it from me.  Not just the word either, its like he is a little actor, a mini-me, acting close enough to me to seem like he is some kind of parody of me. 

So now, the interesting thing is that he is doing this, despite his knowing that I disaprove of this behavior, because he wants to be like me.  He would rather be like me than have my approval.  Its cool.  Now I just need to remember to watch my mouth a little more.

Thursday, November 10, 2005

looks can be decieving 11-10-2005

PJ walks up to Kathleen today and says, with an admiring tone, "Mom, you know what?"

"What PJ"

"Sometimes you make stuff that looks really gross but tastes great!

She could do nothing but say thank you and take it as the high compliment it was meant to be.