garage sale!

so, my friend mindy and i are having a garage sale this saturday (she lives by lundstrom park, if anyone wants to stop by and say hello...and politely keep your comments about our junk to yourselves). my first one ever. the batteries that i was recharging have disappeared somewhere around here (does anyone else go through batteries--even rechargeable ones--like they're tissues? anyway. tangent.), but i'm bound and determined to find some for the camera to document the event. (oh, and also to take pics of our nearly-finished kitchen; i haven't forgotten that.) it should be fun. slash, a little stressful and a lot time-consuming so far. but mostly fun.

paul laughs at me because i've caught the de-junking bug and now want to sell pretty much everything we own (including our dining room table and one of our vehicles). he tells me to calm down, and that selling, say, our firstborn and our fridge for $40 each probably wouldn't bring us happiness in the long run.

men.

understatement of the year

in the car today, layla told me: "when i was born and when tarsey (carson) was born, you watched."

indeed.

carson

this morning out of the blue: "mom, i tink dat you will be an ANGEL in heaven when you die." aw, sweet.

last night at dinner: [burp] "oooowww! when i buh-guh-p (burp) it buh-guh-ns (burns) my nose!" not quite as sweet but harmless and fairly amusing.

a few minutes ago: "NO, LAYLA. DON'T. GET AWAY! YOU CAAAAAN'T! NO!" *smack-hit-wail* not sweet, harmless, or amusing.

sighhhhh... i'll focus my parental self-esteem on the first one, if you don't mind.

...and...we're back.

we hit a sort of snag, the "pause" button of life if you will, with a sick kiddo for the past few days, but we're back now. layla acquired a mysteriously high fever that wouldn't abate for 4-5 days(except for small moments due, i can only guess, to the glorious acetaminophen/ibuprofen doping strategy). but all's well that ends well, and that fever has gone the way of all evil germs.

our kitchen is nearing completion. as soon as the batteries to my camera are fully charged, i'll post a few "halfway point" pics to prove it. way to go, paul! he's mr. handyman usa these days. it makes me quite proud...and grateful, because whatever little "helpful" project i try to attempt that involves his power tools turns out drastically wrong, and he has to go back and fix it all.

we've canceled our extendo cable in high def because the jazz are out of the playoffs. anyone want to join my "ppbbbtht on kobe bryant" club? stupid MVP. i'm disappointed in the playoff lameness of boozer and harpring, too, but i'll give them one more year before i become a hater.

the garden is planted, right in time for a few days of rainstorminess. sweet timing, eh? never mind the fact that i pretty much ignored all planting guidelines for the seeds and tossed them in the ground haphazardly. we'll see what grows. hopefully fewer zucchini than last year. i swear we could've built a separate house out of the zucchini that grew from just 4 plants. sheesh.

carson's started this new thing where, instead of saying his "r"s (which he's never done, he always has done an "aye" sound), he now adds a hard "g" in front of the r. for example: "ham-bug-eh-guhs" (hamburgers...that's right, it's now like 5 syllables) "jello jigga-lig-uhs" (jigglers) "che-g-uhs" (chairs), etc. it's quite the language. my father-in-law was over for dinner a while back, and carson had just started doing that, and layla was making weird sounds instead of talking, and larry looks over and is like, "i feel like i'm in a foreign country!" what can i say. it's like touring europe at our house. culturally inspiring, too. yep.

the end.

oh, and happy mother's day

mine was glorious. in addition to paul's royally spoiling me in oh so many ways, i also got these flowers that "neveah neveah die!"

that's right. the jaunt down ye ol' esophagus was not a death, but merely a, um, metamorphosis.

prince & princess

self-proclaimed. but they have the crowns to back it up, so i'm not going to argue (except when it comes to proclamations of sugar-for-dinner and late bedtimes).


man, i love these crazy kids.

"spatula" results

based upon responses from my last post, looks like most of you agree with...drumroll please....me: both are spatulas (although i'm going to start implementing "spoonula," julie. brilliant.). paul insists that the first is a pic of rubber scrapers, and the second is a spatula. i guess it's just like the saying goes: opposites attract. i think, if we can just put this behind us, we'll make it. thanks all for your time.

p.s. anyone want to come solder a busted copper pipe in the middle of our wall? thanks a mil.

help us save our marriage

so, as most of you know, paul and i fight a lot. what with his crazy temper, particularly potent fits of rage will result in food fights and screaming matches, and it's not uncommon for us to go days without speaking to each other.

fine, all lies. but we do have our squabbles. the following one in particular needs immediate resolution before things get out of hand.

question: how do YOU and/or your household identify the items below?


do you call them:
(a) all "spatulas"
(b) "rubber spatulas" and a "pancake spatula"
(c) "rubber scrapers" and a "spatula"
(d) none of the above

i seriously am curious as to which of us the majority in this oh-so-official polling system agree with. so as to not skew your responses (we need a statistically significant voting pool, you know), i'll post paul's and my opinions on this important subject in a few days.

i think i'm getting old.

last night, as paul and i were downstairs watching the jazz game together, i realized that i was getting old. the cause of the epiphany? the fact that we were happily sprawled out on our own separate couches.

i remember that, when paul and i were dating (and even after years of marriage), i couldn't understand how married couples of ANY age could stand to be apart, especially if they were both in the same room. i was convinced, utterly and sincerely, that that would never be the case with us.

welp, here we are. apparently 20-something is the new 70.

i think i'll go chill up some prune juice for the celebration of my enlightenment. feel free to join us; we'll be partying until bedtime (6:30) tonight. if you need me before then, i'll be taking advantage of "senior citizen thursday" and buying paul some brown plaid polyester pants for the occasion.

so busy.

so very busy. sorry i've been m-i-a, but i'm afraid it must continue for a short while. life is great:

paul: working hard, sprained ankle is improving sloooooowly (but at least it's improving), a first-rate handyman around the house. looking into purchasing a commuter car to get to and from clearfield in a few weeks (anything's better than our gas-guzzler 4runner). watches all jazz games and "coaches" from the couch. kids look forward to his arrival after work something fierce--they'll even park out on the front porch for 20+ minutes, just waiting.

brittney: happy to inherit an old but fine-working piano from a neighbor, playing outside with kids in the gorgeous weather and loving every minute of it, painting in the kitchen (the end is in sight! pics forthcoming when it really is done), enjoying baby's consta-kicks and squirms, writing/editing/working every spare minute. tulips are starting to bloom! (i get so proud about flowers in my yard for some lame reason. makes it feel like a "real" home, i guess.)

carson: freshly buzzed head (he's cocky about not ever having to comb it), figuring out the world, loves running and jumping and being crazy in the springtime outdoors. has discovered games on sesame street websites and loves to play them when he gets a chance. this morning at breakfast, after a thoughtful pause: "mom?" me: hmmm? carson: "shikes (sharks) aye (are) AW-SUM animals!" me: [surprised laughter.] yep. carson: "yes. and scay-ee (scary). aw-sum AND scay-ee!" good to know.

layla: loves to type her name on the computer, still working on using the potty (she's not consistent, but neither am i), talks a mile a minute about, to her, the most important things in the world. like who got the blue cup and who got a green fork at dinner, and where daddy's chair is so he can sit there. mischevious little bug.

that's about it. not a lot to interest the general public, not even a silly pic...sorry. maybe next time. must run.