There’s nothing to see here folks. Move along!

Nothing much to write about right now.

I’m lieing.

The truth, I’m feeling really overwhelmed with my to do list and so I’m not going to spend much time here right now sharing shit about my life.  But I will plan on returning tomorrow  maybe, or Thursday to fill you in.  It’s casual right?  this relationship we have here, where you read and I write.  It’s supposed to be pressureless and without strings.  So don’t go expecting more from me.  This is all I can do right now.  If you need more, you’ll have to find another blog to read.

Wow.  I just unleashed on you didn’t I?  get over it and come back again tomorrow!

Why I close my eyes when Rogan goes poopy!

When Rogan began potty training, I was willing to perform any little tricks that might have aided the process.

We tried reading books, singing songs, bribery with sweet treats, promises to call Spiderman, and “threats” of not being able to start preschool in the fall like all the other boys and girls his age.  It all finally paid off one wonderful day.  Where then might you be asking did the closing of Tanzie’s eyes come into play.

Well getting Rogan to pee in the potty was one thing.  Pooping on the potty, as we all know, is something very different.  On one occasion, I offered to leave the room so that he could, um, well…do his business.  That did not work.  Then I offered to stay in the bathroom with  him but offered to shut my eyes, in essence to provide him with the privacy that I though would result in success.  And it worked.

And this morning, as I crouched next to a pooping Rogan, with my eyes tightly shut, I thought to myself, “I have got to blog about this!”

The things we do for our children and their poop!

I just can’t think of a title for this one!

I’m currently sitting in front of the computer reviewing Facebook and various blogs that I follow.  I can barely turn  my head even a quarter of an inch…apparently I’ve been doing some sort of pain-inducing activity while I sleep because for the last two days, I have woken up with what feels like a major case of whiplash.  I spent most of the day in an adhesive pain patch and a scarf!

Mike has been working late recently as they are engaged in union talks.  At one point he mentioned that they might need some help at the plant if the union strikes.  By “help”, he meant ME!!  And any other willing and/or able soul he could find.  This of course would us with a lack of childcare since I am the primary care-giver and we don’t have family around!  However, Mike is feeling optimistic that they will reach an agreement soon.  Like by midnight tonight!

I had a great birthday last Friday.  Which for me is a big deal.  You see, for the last um, 29 birthdays or so, I’ve set my expectations way too freaking high.  So high that in essence I set myself up to feel disappointed every damn year.  I finally made the connection and started lowering my expectations and taking control of my day.  Now I try to plan things with or without others, and then I hope for the best.

The boys have been fighting a lot lately.  Fighting while playing with imaginary toys!  And the question I posed recently on Twitter is this: If McKade and Rogan are playing with imaginary toys and McKade “takes” one, should he be in trouble?  Seriously, the arguing is wearing me down.

My Mum is headed up here this coming weekend and I am looking foward to spending some time with her.  In fact, after her last visit and the realization that we have the ability to make some improvements in our time together, I feel excited to confront the challenge.

The boys are playing Wii at the moment, and I gave them the 10 minute warning about 7 minutes ago, so I’ll sign off now and try to connect again soon!

Where did you get that gorgeous box of tissues?

“I must find one for myself!”

Why do they make tissue boxes “fashionable”?  It’s not like someone is going to walk into my house and say “Wow, Tanzie, that’s a great looking box of tissues.  I love it!”

I mean, it’s not like they’re a permanent fixture.  They don’t have to match anything.  Just to spite the tissue companies, I’m planning to buy the most plain boxes I can find from here on out!

Idiots!

Snippet City

The survivor edition!

In an attempt to catch you up and help me keep track of all of the things I want to blog about…I’m doing bullet points here…some other bloggers I know have done this as well recently, so I’m following their lead!

• Rogan had goopy eyes, I mean really goopy…so he and are staying home this weekend while Daddy and mack head to Lexington to see family…I must admit, I am disappointed but that goopy eyed little boy does not need to travel…he has a doctor’s appointment today at 10:50!
• I accidentally killed a caterpillar yesterday…details in another blog.
• I’m getting involved in an awesome fund raiser, it’s called Benchmark and I could not be more excited about it…details in another blog!
• Mike has not yet been back for the follow up to verify that all swimmers have indeed ceased and desisted…thus another pack of $35.00 birth control have been purchased!
• Spent a small fortune at Target yesterday on fun outdoorsy stuff for the kids…AND a King down-alternative comforter for us…that comforter: $35.00!!  Now that is a bargain!!  So of course I’m on the hunt for an affordable duvet! And damn it, I will find one!
• I am in love with this TV stand:

• And I’m saving my money until I can buy it!
• I am also in love with these boots:
• And I will save my money so I can buy those too!!
• I miss my sister so damn much.  I feel like we got a taste of spending quality time together when I went out to Portland, and I want more!
• I’m getting a lot out of my counseling sessions.  We’ve discussed many things including my Dad and my Mum, and so far I’m feeling really positive about the way I’ve been handling things.
• As a result of the previously mentioned, I’ve developed a theory about what role parents play when they come for a visit! More on this in another post!
• Just had Rogan diagnosed…pink eye…both eyes!
• And me?  I think I’m in the very early stages of another bladder infection…more information than you really want, but my pee starts smelling kind of funny when I get these infections, and yes I’ve had them and self-diagnosed them before!
• Waiting for a call from the on-call physician to start a prescription before everyone is unreachable for the weekend!
• It would seem that Mike made the best choice by vacating these diseased quarters!
• Oh and I found a tick crawling in my arm, while sitting here at my computer!
• Quickly gave Mazie her flea and tick treatment and I really hope that was the one and only tick that gets in to my house!
• And how come when I use the word “blog” in my blog,  spell-check tells me that I spelled it wrong?  That’s just not right!
• Oh, and enjoy your Memorial Day Weekend!  And if you want to take a moment to observe this national day of remembrance, you can participate in a “National Moment of Remembrance“: at 3 p.m. on Monday to pause and think upon the true meaning of the day.

Dumb AND Horny

We’ve confirmed that one of our credit card numbers was stolen and used to make fraudulent purchases.

At least we caught it before more damage had been done!  The funniest part…whoever the idiot is that stole the number is also a horny bastard, as evidenced by the $2,000 dollar purchase at a place with…

“la prostitución”.

I performed a Google search using the name of the merchant and a large amount of Spanish popped up on screen.  I don’t actually read Spanish but I’m smart enough to know what that word is!

And before you get all paranoid and suspicious, Mike has denied any involvement in the transactions.  What do you think?  Should I believe him?

A Chicken By Any Other Name

All of my boys are now involved in the The Chicken Game and Rogan finally got his turn tonight.  After finding and then placing Mr. Pickles in a new hiding spot, Rogan was having a hard time recalling what we have been calling the plush little poultry.

“Pickle Birdy”, “Mr. Chicken”,  and  “Pickle Chicken” are just a few of the alternates Rogan concocted.  Of course, Rogan is still very much under the weather and probably suffering from sleep deprivation and a fever induced psychosis which prevents his brain from retaining ANY information.

Or, he’s just 3!

Either way, Mr. Pickles has found a loving home here with us and regardless of what adorable monikers the boys create, Mr. Pickles is still the cutest little chicken around!

Mr. Pickles tries to make new friends.

Mr. Pickles…Who ARE You?

Everybody wants to know!!

Well maybe not everybody, but my friend Regan asked and so I’m going to give her an answer!

http://docmaureen.blogspot.com/2009/02/chicken-game-rules.html

I was introduced to The Chicken Game through a new blogger friend…Hi Kate!!!…and I have to admit, at first I was weary.  I was all “are you kidding me?,  a little chicken, in strange poses with funny captions, but then I saw some more pictures of Mr. Pickles, and was all “Oh yeah, of course, a little chicken in strange poses with funny captions, now that is funny!” AND, as a bonus, I have more blog fodder!

So I jumped on the band wagon after Kate…Hi Kate!!… gave me my own Mr. Pickles at a recent girls weekend.  And I actually have not yet introduced Mr. Pickles to my kids or my husband…I’ve been having all the fun by myself.  Of course Rogan has been sick ALL WEEK LONG and I was trying to wait to introduce my little chicken to all three boys at once.