Monday, December 31, 2007

Goodbye 2007, Hello 2008!

I'm pretty superstitious when it comes to things like this. I'm generally afraid of acknowledging how good things are because I'm afraid that, by saying it aloud, I have tempted the fates to screw it all up now. But, on this final day of 2007, I've gotta do it...

I am truly blessed. I have a great husband and four beautiful, healthy and funny kids. I have a mom and sisters who I'm happy to say are my best friends. I have an extended family that generally gets along and is supportive of one another. I have good friends, near and far. I have a beautiful home and the luxury of staying at home with my kids. I really can't complain about much of anything. Oh, I will complain but I shouldn't. And, relative to other families with real issues, the things I have to complain about aren't all that bad - in the big picture.

Thank you to all who have been there for me this year. It's been wonderful and challenging. Tiring and rewarding. Here's to an equally wonderful 2008 for all of us!

(Now I've gotta run and get ready for the NYE party my husband decided "we" should throw...)


Thursday, December 27, 2007

I Should Be Horrified

Instead I laughed.

I just walked downstairs to see what my big kids were doing. They were lying on the couch watching TV. I said: "Hey guys, whatcha watching?"

G: Oh, hey Mom. We're just watching Space Bag.

M: Do you want a Space Bag, Mom?

G: It's a 7 bag set!

Yep. They were quite contentedly watching a mini-infomercial for those storage bags that you vacuum the air out of. And, worse, they've clearly watched it before - because as I sat there I realized that this is the "Space Bag" that they've been asking me about for weeks...

We've got to get out of the house more during this Christmas break!

UPDATE: At dinnertime, G continued my edification on all things Space Bag.

All we have to do is put our items in, zip up the (something I didn't understand) and watertight zipper, take the vacuum with a hose and vacuum out the air.

M added: You know what Space Bags do, Mom? They clear out your closet and garage and you can store them under the bed or the basement or in the garage so you know they're safe.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Church Funny of the Week

Seems like there is at least one each week...

A few weeks ago, it was G saying "But I didn't sneeze" when the priest said "God bless you" to him in the communion line.

This week, upon the closing of Mass, the priest said, as he always does, "Go in peace to love and serve the Lord." G's response: Finger guns and a wink in the direction of the Crucifix.

Monday, December 17, 2007

Who Needs TV When You've Got This Kind of Entertainment?

Secrets, Part Deux

Yesterday, J made the big mistake of taking M with him to Christmas shop. When they got home, I jokingly asked what they got me and she smiled and told me that it was a secret. I asked her where they went and she smiled and told me that it was a secret. I messed with her a little more, but she didn't budge. And all of this was in front of J.

Today, while in the drive-thru line, I asked her again what store she and Dad went to yesterday to buy my Christmas present. I was pretty sure that she would not tell me a thing and I really didn't want to know what they bought.

M: Well, since Dad's not here, I can tell you. We went to Starbucks and bought you two purses.

Me: Starbucks?

M: Yes.

Me: Are you sure you got purses at Starbucks?

M: I said it twice Mom. Starbucks!

Now I feel bad that I asked again. I do find it funny that she told her secret because J wasn't around - and I'm not sure if I exactly believe what she told me. Really? TWO purses? From Starbucks? Stay tuned, this could get interesting.

p.s. J doesn't know what a blog is and certainly never reads this one. So, he doesn't (and won't) know that M has blown his secret.

Saturday, December 15, 2007

No Idea Where This One Came From

G was in the basement today jumping over J. He took a running start which was preceded by this rhyme:

"One for the money.

Two for the show.

Three for my grandmother.

And four like to go."

Monday, December 10, 2007

Six Year Old Boy

J and I were up at the elementary school on Friday for a meeting. Afterwards, we walked out with G's class at dismissal. One of his classmates turned around and waved to J, saying "Hi, G's dad!" (He said G's name and not just "G" but you get the picture.)

G: That's Mr. M******* to you, dammit!

Nice. That's my boy.

Red Lobster

J asked the kids from where would they like to get lunch on Sunday afternoon. He was going to run out and pick something up to bring back to the house. I'm sure that he was thinking of McDonald's, Quiznos, Sonic and the like.

G: How about Red Lobster? That's what we should get, lunch from the Red Lobster.

[NOTE TO READERS: None of my children has ever stepped foot in a Red Lobster. Not that I have anything against Red Lobster - LOVE the popcorn shrimp and the cheese biscuits...many fond childhood memories.]

Me: G, you've never even been to Red Lobster. What would you get to eat there?

G: Chicken nuggets.