Monthly Archives: November 2010

Yes, Me Too! I’m Thankful Too! No, Really I Am…

Much like the rest of the planet, I am going to go on, and on, AND ON about what I am Thankful for, everyone else is doing it…it’s my duty…right?! So in the appropriate Kindergarten style.

I Am Thankful For…

  • The Hubby and Kids – although they drive me to drink, cry at times, and even, dare I say it, look for sharp objects…I couldn’t imagine life without them, well, maybe I can imagine like 5 minutes of sitting in a hot tub with a margarita, and some chips but not my entire life.

  • My Parents – ALL of them, boy do I love ’em, from the heads to their crinkled old distorted toes. They do drive me crazy but that’s their/our job as parents, right? I know when I am 60+ I will most certainly be driving my kids, bat-shit-crazy and on purpose! They love and spoil the crap out of my kids too, can’t beat that with a bat.
  • My Sisters – ALL of them, I love these bitches to pieces, sometimes I don’t understand them, but I don’t always need to as long as I can hold their hand, offer a shoulder when needed, support their dreams, spoil their children, and perhaps moon them to make them laugh, than my job is done.
  • Family, Cousins and Friends – Lumping them together because I consider my family/cousins friends, and my friends family. Enough said.

    And now, let the fun begin…
  • Beer, a good wheat beer.
  • A good, no a GREAT hair day!
  • My legs for allowing me to stroll around this great planet and discover the world…did you buy that one? HA! Actually, because they help me run and hide from the kids, oh, and actually run races (hats off to the Turkey Trot tomorrow!), plus they look damn good, yes you read that I am tooting my own horn. Toot! Toot!
  • Pie, Apple Crumb, to be exact.
  • Starbucks Caramel Apple Spice. I am usually a 7-11 chick, but this is heaven
  • That there are no creepy Uncles in my or my husbands family, no one to “avoid”
    in fear that your ass may be grabbed.
  • Ferris Buellers Day Off
  • Sweatpants, need I say more?
  • Texting, yes, m’am! when social anxiety kicks in and you don’t want to pick up the phone…text!
  • A fast cashier, fast as in a speedy ringer-upper, not a Ho! Ho! Ho!
  • TV
  • Reality Trash TV, I had to separate them, there is a distinct difference.
  • Seltzer water, excellent replacement for my diet coke addiction
  • The sound of silence. Once a week I shower in complete silence. I lock the door so no little toes come barging in telling me that their brother kicked them, or is getting a knife, or is…basically doing whatever they want because they rule the house.
  • Tim Gunn
  • That fact that I am 40, have absolutely no pressure to tear it up, go out and get silly on “The Night Before Thanksgiving”. I get to eat without a hangover, WHEW!

Happy Thanksgiving!!

Posted in deanna, kindergarten, Mangia Mia Fitness Pia, thankful, That's Life, The Little Buggers

Best Running Song E.V.E.R !!

In my humble opinion I think Van Halen’s Right Now is The BEST running song ever. Doesn’t matter what distance, how good the run is, and even more so if it’s one of those runs that just stinks from the get-go, or takes a horrible turn (slip and fall, or you forget that you have to take your son to a birthday party and have to high tail it back to your house – trying to run five miles in 10 minutes (not that happened to me or anything)) this song pushes you to get it done. Check out the lyrics, and the click the link to see the video, I just had to share it! Is there one song that motivates you?

Van Halen – Right Now

Don’t wanna wait ’til tomorrow
Why put it off another day?
One by one, little problems
Build up, and stand in our way. Oh

One step ahead, one step behind it
Now ya gotta run to get even
Make future plans I’ll dream about yesterday, hey!
Come on turn, turn this thing around

(Right now) Hey! It’s your tomorrow
(Right now) Come on, it’s everything
(Right now) Catch your magic moment
Do it right here and now
It means everything

Miss a beat, you lose a rhythm
An nothin’ falls into place. No!
Only missed by a fraction
Slipped a little off your pace. Oh!

The more things you get, the more you want
Just trade in one for another
Workin’ so hard to make it easy
Whoa, got to turn. Come on, turn this thing around

(Right now) Hey, it’s your tomorrow
(Right now) Come on, it’s everything
(Right now) catch that magic moment
Do it right here and now
It means everything

Said a lie to me
Right now
What are ya waitin’ for? Oh! Yeah!
Right now

(Right now) Hey! It’s your tomorrow
(Right now) Come on, it’s everything
(Right now) Catch that magic moment
And do it right, right now (Right now)
Oh, right now!

It’s what’s happening
Right here and now
Right now, it’s right now
Oh!
Tell me, what are ya waitin’ for?
Turn this thing around

Posted in deanna, Mangia Mia Fitness Pia, right now, running, running songs, van halen

Not MY son!

I picked up the phone and all I heard my husband say was “The teacher said Matthew beat someone up at school today.” Ummm Hello? Matthew is 3, what happened, someone stole his goldfish and he threw down like Rocky going after that huge blonde Russian? After a few seconds of silence of course I asked my husband to elaborate, perhaps a explanation, a story on what happened, I mean you don’t use the word beat-up and not have a tiny morsel of information to share, to shed some light, to calm me down, so I, like the cartoon, can literally grab my heart from the air and put it back in my body. Nope not my husband, He had nothing. He couldn’t provide one, not one reason, not one clue on why this occurred. Why? Because he NEVER asked, yes, you read that correctly. He NEVER asked. When my husband went to the pick-up my son, the teacher said to him “Matthew beat another boy up today” with that my husband blankly stared at the teacher, zipped up Matthew’s coat and walked out – without even mumbling a “Whhhhaaaattt?” The teacher just said your son beat someone up and you don’t ask any questions? Is it a female thing? I had so many questions I couldn’t stop my brain from rolling through them if I tried. What happened? Why? Is the other boy okay? Did he provoke Matthew? Is Matthew ok? What happened? What happened? What happened? What happened? And… What happened!?

My hubby said he was in shock when heard the statement. In shock? This is a boy who chases his brother with a butter knife, who has jumped out of our house windows, who took his diaper and tried to create “A Starr-Starry Night” on our living rooms walls. Perhaps the term beat-up took him off guard that word is shocking- it’s a strong word to use for a three-year old that had an altercation but really Hun, nothing? Lack of response, explanation or inquiry from my husband was even more shocking than my little bugger throwing down in the middle of recess.

I spent the entire weekend interrogating my husband and three year old, they gave me the same answer: a giggle, a fart and a shrug of the shoulders. I couldn’t wait till Monday to storm into that school to find out what happened, I was living in limbo. Not knowing was as bad as staring at the TV waiting for Yolanda Vega to call out the winning lottery numbers. When Monday finally rolled around I put on my Harriet The Spy outfit and set out to investigate. As soon as I approached the teacher she had that look on her face, she knew what was coming, I knew what was coming, and it wasn’t going to be good. My son was mean, very mean, brut force mean to another boy. An older boy! Was I surprised? Not really, was I disappointed that my son who regularly sneak attacks his older brother, turned his sumo wrestling skills on another child, definitely. But what set him off? Unfortunately, the teacher had no clue what went down before the throw down. All she saw was my son dragging a 4-year-old across the gym floor. Who knows how it started, but I know how it ended, with me apologizing for my son’s behavior and ensuring the teacher that I was 100% on board with providing solid behavior management training and instilling good manners, at whatever cost. Ugh! Not a good way to start a Monday. With the confirmation that the little bugger was a bully and that I was on board with their “bully behavior extraction methods” my son’s teacher had one more question for me. Why didn’t my husband ask any questions? She actually said, “I thought he was angry with us for telling him that Matthew got in trouble.” I bit my bottom lip, saying “My husband is a moron” would probably not do the trick and really, my son’s a bully, my husband’s an idiot, they’d kick us out there faster than you can say bloody lip. So I took a deep breath, explained that my husband was in shock, he’d never seen his son intentionally hurt anyone before. He was so caught off guard that he didn’t know how to react. She smiled, you know that “Men, sometimes they’re idiots” smile, and before she could ask any more questions I ran to my car, and made a mental note to go to confession this weekend, oh, and to also check into behavior modification methods, maybe a coffee can with pennies in it would work? It helped us train our family dog from running into the street or jumping on the couch.

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