Oh, F.

This morning I woke up to my youngest puking last night's dinner all over himself. He hasn't stopped that trend. Though, dinner is long since gone.


On one of my trips to rinse out the "bowl", I felt something drip on my head.

My dining room ceiling has a ginormous leak.

Not an ideal morning.

One thumbs up was all I needed.

Since it's inception, or at least my learning of it's inception, I have been intruiged/in love/wishfully pondering roller derby. More specifically, becoming a roller derby girl. I used to roller skate ALL the time. I could do awesome stuff on skates. Skating and hitting people, seemed even cooler.

But, I learned of roller derby in college - and did not have time to join a league.
As you all know, I got knocked up in college. People generally frown on pregnant women lacing up and smashing their bodies into other bodies. (Even though, that's probably how they got there...) So, roller derby has been a well guarded secret in the "Mommy McD Files".

Until a few months ago...

My bestest, Mrs. Wookie, started stalking a random strangers blog. Ashley, of The Accidental Olympian.
I began following as well. Though, not anonymously as bestest did. I'm rogue like that.
She has been regaling {that's spelled right, right?} us with tales from her journey of becoming a roller derby girl. POP! That was the lock on that particular Sarah File being blown, just FYI.
The longing began again.
So, I mentioned to hubband. Not a great reception there.
I mentioned it on facebook. Not a stellar reception, though, I did get a teeny bit of encouragement.
Then, Today I mentioned it to Ashley. She said "DO IT". In big capital letters, just like that.
We're going to be derby comrades.

Once my race is over - I believe I will join a league. Or try out. Or however it works.

Quick note: We watched "Whip It" last night, and since then - hubband is more receptive to the idea of a derby wife. But, my guess is that it's because he think's Juno is hot.
Which she is.
Even pregnant.

Great Start.

I accidentally hit the emergency stop button on the treadmill this morning as I was putting my towel down. I didn't realize I had hit it, because I was pretty intent on Sports Center.

Ow.

I don't reccomend this manuever.

Because you need to know...

... What goes on in every second of my life. Plus, some really random things.

Warning: All pictures are taken with my phone. Therefore, quality is - meh. This would be Kieran's first trip to Taco Bell. Braxton's second - but we don't count that because he doesn't actually eat. Do you notice how the taco has disappeared into Kenny's cavern, aka mouth?Braxton does not like the loud noise of my magic bullet. But, must be in the room to watch anyway. He looks silly. I think he was waiting for food... something like that. I have seen exactly ONE episode of "Sex in the City". In it was a rolling sushi buffet/bar thingadoo. There is now one in Tyson's Corner Mall. Picturage was a must. Obviously. Awww, sweet moment. I decided that four days in his comfies was enough. I peeled them off of his skin, and he freaked. Stood with his face in the neckhole for an hour. Screaming his head off. I, being the awesome mom that I am, thought it was hilarious and took a picture.
Please ignore the dirty laundry in the picture. It's like a flag. Country of Awesomdonia. They're health nuts there too. So, it's like Oregon - but with better government.
I do indeed, live in a dream world.Ok, I don't know how it happens, but I manage to take pictures of the screen of my phone. Can someone please explain? Echinacea Tea. Believe it or not, they love it, which is good because otherwise I'd have to fashion an in-home IV system for them. This is what your kids look like when you tromp them, "Fun Aunt Bop", and yourselves into the District in 21 degree weather. At least he was happy about it.Kieran was not.Seriously, this guy's a nut. I do love him so. It's like a fancy library. Like the one in "Beauty and the Beast" where she sings and glides along my dream in-home library. Only, this one is for po' folk. I don't have many words for this one.Red Robin puts crack in the kids' meals apparently...Yup, those are my ladies. But, what you should be focusing on is the fact that Kieran is asleep in my lap with a milk cup and a paintbrush. Weird.Mark's words upon seeing this photo: "When was that taken?" The answer is: "I have no idea".
But it was cute... or he was reading something that made me laugh, and I had plans to blog it - but failed. Again with the photo of the phone screen. Somebody clue me in on how I manage this... pleez?

There, aren't you glad you tuned in today?

Feel better about your life? I would...

Diagnosis:

Cabin Fevah!

I painted. It. Took. Forever.
That big wall nearly threw out my back. It looks awesome. Now, we can hang pictures!
It looks much better in person. But, you'll have to come visit in order to see!

The boys played with a box. Because that's what boys do. This was actually before any snow fell. But, it fit with the theme of the post. So go with it folks.


Today the roads were clear enough to get out and about. We hit up Ihop, then went on a search for a wii. We had no luck. Guess we'll stick to the pastime of cleaning and playing in boxes.


Pray for us...

Revenge of Snowmageddon

December 19th brought a big ol' storm 'round these here parts. The biggest shopping day of the year, Super Saturday, wasn't. At. All. At least, around the greater Washington DC area. We all spent that Saturday shoveling ourselves out of our houses.

And, if you were like me, spent a great deal of time laughing at how ill-prepared this area was to deal with a great dumpage of snow.

But that's because I'm from Small Town, U.S.A, where they generally recieve a great dumpage of snow. We all know the adage: "Practice makes perfect." Which is something this area does not have.... but that's a post for later.

Anyway, me and my trusty camera device captured the same thing that every associated press photographer did over the weekend. Snow. "Revenge of Snowmageddon", aka: "Storm of the Century" to be exact.

Except my pictures are cuter, because my kids are in them. Well one of them. Somewhere along the way in the gestational process, Kenny grabbed onto the "F! That's cold, get it the Heckawayfromme!!!" gene, and hates being in the snow. Pretty much screams the whole time.

Mark and I have decided he'll be our hot chocolate maker while the other three of us are out snowboarding. Once we move back to the PNW and actually have mountains to do such an activity on...Trying to dig himself out of the hole he fell in.He learned pretty quickly that the best way to traverse is to skim on top. Sneak attack snowball. His next words were "what the hell?". Don't worry. We've quashed that.Three hours before it stopped snowing - this is where it was. Shoulder high, on my 36" son. We were trying to condition him into believing snow is awesome. It didn't work.The poor souls who street parked. Many lost mirrors. These are the lucky few. Oh yes, those are full sized trucks, and SUV's completely buried. It took me 30 minutes of shoveling to find my car...The "Anatomy of a Throw".The next day we went sledding. The sun was out and it was beautimus. Had a blast! Until Kieran started crying - when he got snow in the face.

This is the burm after we started to dig out. Not the best angle, but it is twice as high as the B-rox.

***Since starting this post, less than an hour ago - the second storm this week has already dumped an inch.

Mark has been off work since Friday. Today is his fifth day of his "weekend". I don't expect him to return to work until next Tuesday. 11 days off. None of it counting against his leave time. Amazing.

Promises, Promises.

Ok. I've scrubbed, painted and finished many odd jobs around the house this weekend. Why? Because we're trapped. In case you don't watch the news, or have facebook, or twitter or something of that nature, the Washington D.C. area was hit with "The Storm of the Century". To be honest I figured the storm right before Christmas, that dumped 24" on my doorstep, and roof, and driveway, and deck, and the roads... you get the idea, was the storm of Virginia's history. Turns out - I was wrong. We got 30" during the 30 hours of snow Friday/Saturday. We are trapped.
They aren't even planning on fully plowing the roads until after the next storm to hit the area. Which is supposed to arrive tomorrow. So, we're trapped until after Wednesday sometime.
So, my goals for today are to seperate the meat we bought from Costco and freeze it, then spend some time blogging.
*The Snowmageddon
*Some awesome stuff with my way cute kids
*Maybe some random stuff?
*The backlogged:
+New Years
+Christmas
So, I'll get to that. Probably. My nook came last week - and spending a day on the couch being un-productive sounds good, too.
You're in luck though. Tomorrow looks pretty empty as well.
Until later...