Friday, July 24, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
i know, i know...
so many pictures!
my apologies, but there was too much cuteness
going on at my house tonight
my apologies, but there was too much cuteness
going on at my house tonight
uncle cody! aunt jj!
oh, the joy of fresh meatand limber young legs
the kids immediately gave chase
for those who don't knowthis is my hubby's brother
and his awesome new wife
visiting from utah...
they're making the heat more tolerable
FMG stuff
okay, we sent off a HUGE pitch packet yesterday to a big director. it cost me $111 in shipping. yeah, i inhaled sharply too when the kinkos lady told me the price of our outgoing packets. deep breath. investing in company, script, future - that's my mantra. but i need to gut our rotten bathrooms and demo the kitchen and somehow enclose the spider habitat that we call our "alfresco laundry facility". deeper breath. and i need to pay off my car. maybe a back rub would help. and the emergency fund that we never switched out of our stock, cd and money market portfolio - i have to make all that money back. oh, yeah, that back rub is working now - to the left and down. hmmmmm. alrighty, i'm calmer now. i can handle a hit here and there. oooh, now the other shoulder blade. no, deeper. yeah, like that. aaaahhhhh. okay, totally chilled. and while we're at it, i'm collecting all sorts of good thoughts, best wishes, prayers, etc. and you all have to keep it up until next wednesday when we do the follow up call. maybe cross a few fingers and toes. that might help. bb
another go round...
okay, i removed the evil post that was messing everything up. can everyone now see the side bar? and more - can you'all scroll down to the end of the page and see content? bb
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
she slays me...
oh, charlie.charlie, charlie, charlie.
girlfriend, you've got one
crazy-awesome-insane life
ahead of you.
good luck.
question for all...
nick is all of the sudden having a problem loading all but the most current post on my blog? anyone else having this problem or is it just his retarded (yeah, i said retarded) macbook (yeah, i insulted macs - i'll do it again given the chance)? i think it's just him? let me know. bb
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
can i get an amen, sisters?!
for wives/women only:
go here
if i caused any of you to flashback
to a bout of manly stupidity
that made you want to slap your husband
my apologies
as for me,
i just laughed really hard
and thought of our daily ritual:
becky:
would you grab the syrup (insert any food item here) for me?
nick:
which closet is it in?
(yes, we've turned most of our closets into pantries)
becky:
the one that it's always in.
nick:
which one is that?
becky:
the one right there - the one you're standing in front of.
nick:
oh, okay. just asking.
(perusing open pantry)
umm, i don't see it. where is it?
becky:
where it's been for seven years.
nick:
that's not fair. you move stuff around a lot.
becky:
not the syrup.
nick:
i still don't see it.
becky:
third shelf down. it's the brown liquid stuff in the plastic jug with the--
nick:
thanks for the sarcasm. i'm just trying to help you.
(looking at third shelf)
i still don't see it.
becky:
so help me, if i come over there and it's right in front of you and you're staring at it and not seeing it--
nick:
chill out, little lady. careful how you throw your threats around or i may not be willing to help you next time.
becky:
(pulling out syrup on 3rd shelf,
directly in front of him)
well, if this is what you call help -
i'll be saving my frustration-induced stroke for old age,
thank you very much!
mom-in-law, cathy
calls this male blindness
and it only applies to things you,
the female,
need the man to find.
such as the can of refried beans
that have had a permanent home
on the bottom shelf
of the hall closet
for nearly four years
and he is weekly sent to find them
and to this very day,
this very moment -
if i were to send him to locate a can
he would stand in the hall for thirty seconds
cock his head to the left
cock it to the right
and call out,
"uh, honey, i can't find them.
where'd you put them?"
at this point i am running towards him
swinging a meat tenderizer
and my best braveheart war cry
echoing down the hall
hmmm.
sigh.
a girl can dream.
go here
if i caused any of you to flashback
to a bout of manly stupidity
that made you want to slap your husband
my apologies
as for me,
i just laughed really hard
and thought of our daily ritual:
becky:
would you grab the syrup (insert any food item here) for me?
nick:
which closet is it in?
(yes, we've turned most of our closets into pantries)
becky:
the one that it's always in.
nick:
which one is that?
becky:
the one right there - the one you're standing in front of.
nick:
oh, okay. just asking.
(perusing open pantry)
umm, i don't see it. where is it?
becky:
where it's been for seven years.
nick:
that's not fair. you move stuff around a lot.
becky:
not the syrup.
nick:
i still don't see it.
becky:
third shelf down. it's the brown liquid stuff in the plastic jug with the--
nick:
thanks for the sarcasm. i'm just trying to help you.
(looking at third shelf)
i still don't see it.
becky:
so help me, if i come over there and it's right in front of you and you're staring at it and not seeing it--
nick:
chill out, little lady. careful how you throw your threats around or i may not be willing to help you next time.
becky:
(pulling out syrup on 3rd shelf,
directly in front of him)
well, if this is what you call help -
i'll be saving my frustration-induced stroke for old age,
thank you very much!
mom-in-law, cathy
calls this male blindness
and it only applies to things you,
the female,
need the man to find.
such as the can of refried beans
that have had a permanent home
on the bottom shelf
of the hall closet
for nearly four years
and he is weekly sent to find them
and to this very day,
this very moment -
if i were to send him to locate a can
he would stand in the hall for thirty seconds
cock his head to the left
cock it to the right
and call out,
"uh, honey, i can't find them.
where'd you put them?"
at this point i am running towards him
swinging a meat tenderizer
and my best braveheart war cry
echoing down the hall
hmmm.
sigh.
a girl can dream.
dig in, it's worth the read...
here's why
living next door to our in-laws
works for us:
(because we know it doesn't work for 99% of the population)
first and foremost, we're friends. we're not just a pile of kids, parents, grandparents and grandkids - and all the obligations that go along with them. we are all of that and then we are friends. for example, when my mom-in-law snapped an early morning pic of me (unbeknownst, people, unbeknownst) carrying vegetables from the garden with luke and i was in the magical state of half-dress - braless with a piece of underwear here and a piece of jammie pants there...instead of getting upset when i came home later that day and saw it posted on my back door with a sign that read, "someone is watching you!" - i started laughing and, of course, planning my revenge.
anyhoo, back to the point at hand - why we work so well together. friendship aside, there are a few other reasons...one being that we're all pretty mellow - all four of us. it doesn't mean we don't get loud, or are hurt at times, or even are mean at times...but we don't want a fight, won't have a fight and will do all to avoid a fight. and as much as it annoys joe and cathy, when we're having problems we do a little state-of-the-union with them (trust me, family, friends and neighbors - there will be problems from time to time). and for the most part, everything gets smoothed out.
another reason this works is that we're all pretty much an open book (which is one of my major life philosophies). i mean, we don't have secrets or shadowy corners in our life. there's no extra drama behind closed doors, no mood swings or tempers.
we also have experienced a healthy dose of humilty/shaming at their hands. have they caught us eating ice-cream in our underwear while watching blades of glory? of course. have they caught us standing on our porch in our underwear, digging through the dryer for a pair of jeans or a favorite t-shirt? but, of course, again. has cathy seen my birthday suit and not really cared? i should explain that one - i was nine months pregnant, water just broken, in the shower with her peeking in and keeping an eye on me while nick called the doctor - so technically, she was in nurse cathy mode and it doesn't really count. but brass tacks being brass tacks - she saw me completely naked. it's amazing what pregnancy hormones do to the brain, because i should have been horrified - but wasn't. but by this time we'd been living in eachother's pocket for five years - we'd probably seen worse of eachother. shocker, i know. imagine your mother-in-law seeing you naked!
do you like how most of our open book policy seems to gravitate around nudity or near-nudity? it's not always the case, but it does make for the funnier stories. and to make the disclaimer loud and clear - we have never caught the mom and dad-in-law in any state of nudity. it's all on our side. though, we have caught them eating their fair share of ice-cream for dinner.
anyhoo, the point being - we love them, they love us. and if they don't love us as much as we love them, the kids make it worth it. it's like this - "oh, we used the last of your gas to mow our lawn last week and forgot to fill it up by the time you needed to mow yours (we haven't done this in years- i think, i hope)...eek, our bad - oh look over there, it's a kid in a tutu eating a popsicle! how could you resist that?"...
living next door to our in-laws
works for us:
(because we know it doesn't work for 99% of the population)
first and foremost, we're friends. we're not just a pile of kids, parents, grandparents and grandkids - and all the obligations that go along with them. we are all of that and then we are friends. for example, when my mom-in-law snapped an early morning pic of me (unbeknownst, people, unbeknownst) carrying vegetables from the garden with luke and i was in the magical state of half-dress - braless with a piece of underwear here and a piece of jammie pants there...instead of getting upset when i came home later that day and saw it posted on my back door with a sign that read, "someone is watching you!" - i started laughing and, of course, planning my revenge.
anyhoo, back to the point at hand - why we work so well together. friendship aside, there are a few other reasons...one being that we're all pretty mellow - all four of us. it doesn't mean we don't get loud, or are hurt at times, or even are mean at times...but we don't want a fight, won't have a fight and will do all to avoid a fight. and as much as it annoys joe and cathy, when we're having problems we do a little state-of-the-union with them (trust me, family, friends and neighbors - there will be problems from time to time). and for the most part, everything gets smoothed out.
another reason this works is that we're all pretty much an open book (which is one of my major life philosophies). i mean, we don't have secrets or shadowy corners in our life. there's no extra drama behind closed doors, no mood swings or tempers.
we also have experienced a healthy dose of humilty/shaming at their hands. have they caught us eating ice-cream in our underwear while watching blades of glory? of course. have they caught us standing on our porch in our underwear, digging through the dryer for a pair of jeans or a favorite t-shirt? but, of course, again. has cathy seen my birthday suit and not really cared? i should explain that one - i was nine months pregnant, water just broken, in the shower with her peeking in and keeping an eye on me while nick called the doctor - so technically, she was in nurse cathy mode and it doesn't really count. but brass tacks being brass tacks - she saw me completely naked. it's amazing what pregnancy hormones do to the brain, because i should have been horrified - but wasn't. but by this time we'd been living in eachother's pocket for five years - we'd probably seen worse of eachother. shocker, i know. imagine your mother-in-law seeing you naked!
do you like how most of our open book policy seems to gravitate around nudity or near-nudity? it's not always the case, but it does make for the funnier stories. and to make the disclaimer loud and clear - we have never caught the mom and dad-in-law in any state of nudity. it's all on our side. though, we have caught them eating their fair share of ice-cream for dinner.
anyhoo, the point being - we love them, they love us. and if they don't love us as much as we love them, the kids make it worth it. it's like this - "oh, we used the last of your gas to mow our lawn last week and forgot to fill it up by the time you needed to mow yours (we haven't done this in years- i think, i hope)...eek, our bad - oh look over there, it's a kid in a tutu eating a popsicle! how could you resist that?"...
oh, remember that whole
revenge-planning-thing
i mentioned earlier,
let me get this over with:
revenge-planning-thing
i mentioned earlier,
let me get this over with:
cathy in lycra.
(it is essential that you click on the picture to enlarge)
and because cathy can't work the computer without papa joe
joe in lycra.
i'm sorry.
i had to do it.
you were an accessory.
i'd say
we can call it even
for now.
(it is essential that you click on the picture to enlarge)
and because cathy can't work the computer without papa joejoe in lycra.
i'm sorry.
i had to do it.
you were an accessory.
i'd saywe can call it even
for now.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
our sunday best...
chugs fell in love today -
with this dress
to be honest,
i did as well
how could you not?
to be honest,
i did as well
how could you not?
another luke moment...
he is running through the house
in nothing but his undies, yelling,
"what noises do ladybugs make?"
he stands jumping up and down at the back door
gazing at us with expectant eyes.
he wants the answer.
i am stumped, without words
silenced by the beauty of his question
and the joy of his little body moving
as he waits for an answer as beautiful
as his question.
in nothing but his undies, yelling,
"what noises do ladybugs make?"
he stands jumping up and down at the back door
gazing at us with expectant eyes.
he wants the answer.
i am stumped, without words
silenced by the beauty of his question
and the joy of his little body moving
as he waits for an answer as beautiful
as his question.
Luke's bedhead says
good morning
and happy day of rest to you
good morning
and happy day of rest to you
and then his face- well, his face says lots of things -
like,"where is the moon?"
"the sun is too bright i think"
and, "get me a rag to kill the spider!"
but mostly his eyes speak to meand they tell oh so many things
mostly about the contentment, joy and bliss
of a boy living a boy's life
to the fullest
you know how we all look at cats
- napping, licking, stretching -
and always say,
"kitty, you got the life!"
when you look at my kids
and see their twinkling eyes
(seriously, they twinkle)
as they scamper around
(yes, they scamper - think thumper)
and eat popcicles, and dig in the dirt...
you can't help but go,
"kid, you got the life"
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