Double Whammy.

It's a two post day. Because I have these pictures of my boys that are awesome. And they make me all mushy inside and stuff.

I look at these and feel like the luckiest gal in the world.

Wouldn't you?

Total Stream of Conciousness.

Cognition 301, was quite possibly, one of my favorite classes in college. Ever. EVER. I knew a girl at the time, who would just ramble on about anything in her brain. When you do that, it's called "total stream of conciousness". I can still remember how insanely excited I was to learn that term.

I do that here, sometimes. Today is another one of those days.


*I am working on revamping the blog. This layout/header have been around for over a year. So, please excuse my dust as I get things going.

*On that note, if anyone out there has any ideas as to a good site to design/buy/steal a new template, I'd appreciate the input.

*The countdown to race day is now T-10. I'm stoked/sick to my stomach/can't wait for it.

*Yes, it is possible to be ALL of those things at once.

*Wednesday nights Mark and I have a class at church. A very wonderful young lady (golly, how old do I feel saying that?) watches the boys in the nursery. Last night, Mark worked until the wee hours of the morning, leaving me to get the boys ready, loaded and to class by myself.
I completely succeeded.... except where I didn't.
I forgot the diaper bag. Woops... Poor Kenny.

*You probably could have gone your entire life without knowing that last little factoid.

*Beyonce's song "Ave Maria" is beautiful. I heard it for the first time in Zumba. Random.

*Monday in Zumba, they announced that if enough people are interested, they would be adding a second Zumba day to the schedule.
I came home buzzing with the news and the first words out of hubband's mouth were "How much is that going to cost me?".
He kills joy. For fun.

*I need Glee to come back on.

*My house is still not put back together. I have not done laundry in my own home for three weeks.
I would like to say thank you to those who have let me run loads in their homes. It's extremely appreciated.

*I'm running out of 'roos again. Damn.

*Pulte Homes gets a great big F- for this one. I've already written corporate.

*A friend on fb recently posted about some stuff he's seen in the locker room that he's not down with.
This reminded me of a few things I've seen, that I wasn't quite down with. Ew.

*I bought a new pair of shoes two weeks ago. I'm already feeling itchy for a new pair. I need help.

And, with that note, I'm off to suck down coffee.

Mean, Mean Mommy.

I have documented on this blog, several times, some of the issues we have getting B-rox to eat.

It has been a battle these last 3ish years.

One that has made me weary, and in many parents' eyes, mean and harsh.

I would go into the details of some of the "rules", but there are many - and I really don't care what anyone out there thinks about them.

They're working for us. (And the five nutritionists, pediatricians and specialists we've seen have suggested them) He eats stuff now. Food that isn't white. HUGE STRIDE. He'll take "no thank you" bites of food now. EVEN BIGGER STRIDE!!! He even requests some of these foods now. That's when we faint.

However, he's a smart kid. When we put up a rule to thwart him, he comes up with a strategy to try and get out of eating.

First it was trying to throw up. I pretty much told him I'd have none of that.
He doesn't try that anymore.

Now, it's "Woops - Mom, I dropped that one singular bite of food you gave me on the floor - and now I can't eat it."

Tonight, I made him eat it.

Look, my floors are clean - especially today. I spent all day yesterday scrubbing my house. He's not going to get rabies, or tuberculosis, or tetanus.

He's going to have to get up pretty early to fool me.

Because, I'm up at five every morning to run.

Can I be the Skinny, Non-stinky, one? Please?

Because Neurotic is ok in my book.

"This girl's gone lost her dome." That is what you are all saying right now. So, before you do something rash - like call Bellvue to check for openings - here's what I'm talking about:

I'm sure you've all seen the movie. It's one I can't wait to show the boys. Because I LOVE Disney movies, and this one is a reigning fave.

On to the story - and why I prefer neurotic, over large and stinky. Showers are good. 'Nuff said on that one. The only time I've been large, I've been pregnant. Not a place I really want to go again. Even though hubband has asked ever so politely....

Which, leaves neurotic. I get it from my mother.

Now for the story portion:

I grew up in a rural area. Animals galore. I've hit a bat, many squirrels, a raccoon, and was passenger when a dog was hit.

I have never. Ever. Ever Ever Ever Ever. Hit. A. Bird.

I pretty much thought it was impossible. Though, I'll admit, I've tried.

Today I hit four. FOUR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Do you all remember the scene where Timon and Pumbaa are first introduced? They're "buzzard bowling". They're trying to run into birds, gathered around a carcass. The novelty of it, has made it endure as a favorite scene of mine for the last 13 years.

After I dropped Braxton off, I headed home. Halfway there, I notice a rather large gathering of seagulls in my lane. Quick little honk, and most of them scatter. Two tried to take off late - and met my grill. Two, stupid gluttons, didn't even try to fly and met my ridiculously expensive pieces of rubber.

Grossed out? For sure. Proud of myself? Sadly, yes. Even Captain Sully only hit one! I didn't even have to emergency land in a river and I hit four of them!!!

Ok, Yes, I was in a car. He was in a plane. And yes, I killed four living things today, and am proud of it. And that makes me horrible. Even with this knowledge, I will sleep like a baby tonight. You can judge me. I'm ok with it. Had I hit a dog, or a cat, or another bat - I would have been very sad. But I hit seagulls. I don't think the world is suffering from want of seagulls...

And...

At least I didn't hit four ladders. ;)

11.5 - a poem

Kara Goucher I am not

I walked a little, not a lot

11.5 kinda sucks

For this pain, I paid 80 bucks

13.1, is in two weeks

My left shoe really reeks

When I run, my right hip hurts

I'd rather be hairy, and living in yurts

Ok, I don't mean that really

I just hate running on terrain that is hilly

A new shirt and free beers,

Good times with the bestest - CHEERS!

Wordless Wednesday?

It appears wordless Wednesday is a copout day. A day to post, but not to think.

I'm so jumping on that train today. Minus all the words above and below.

So, more like wordy Wednesday.

Enjoy the musical stylings of the B-rox:

Full Hands.

As in, my hands are full. With a little smartass boy.

Conversation at lunch:

Me: "If you could be a shoe, what kind of shoe would you be?"

B-Rox: "Mom, that's dumb. Only girls think things like that. I'd be a dinosaur, with a long tail. Because that's interesting."

Me: "Oh."

School is teaching him sooooooo much.

It also happens to be teaching him spanish. Which he loves. It's his second favorite day of the week, aside from share day.
Last week we had construction workers in our house re-building all the damaged areas. (which, still isn't finished... but I'm not going to rant...) The two main guys happened to be mexican. Gustavo and Johnny.
They were pretty friendly, and were talking to Braxton about the leak.

Gustavo: "Is your house messy because of a leak?"
B-rox: "Yes. Thanks for fixing it. Leaks are No Bueno."
Gustavo: "*Roaring with laughter*"

That is my son. Someday he'll realize how funny he is - and then we're all in trouble.