I Have No Words

A New Definition Of Romance

My husband, did the absolutely most sensuous, sexiest, most romantic thing last night. And I ain't gonna spare any details. Are you ready for it? He came in and said, "I have two things for you." Wide eyed like a school girl I marveled at the first thing. A round, silver doorknob to put in place of the handle type door knob that leads to the garage so Tadpole can't escape. I drooled uncontrollably. But wait! There's more!! A latch hook to install inside the liquor cabinet so I no longer have to worry about the neighbor's calling the department of human services when that crafty little beast snags a bottle of rum. That was hands down the most romantic thing my husband has ever done. Ah...and this morning, Tadpole couldn't be madder....Iiiiiiii love it!!!!

In other news, Princess has become quite the little entrepreneur here that the Utopia house. She has a bucket hanging from her door, with a sign above it that says "$.25". She explained to us that she is now charging a twenty five cent admission fee to enter her room. She has collected about seventy five cents in the past week and a half. No one particularly likes going into her room, as we all feel we may never make it out again. There is a vortex of toys EVERYwhere that gives you the odd sensation that it is sucking you in and pulling you under when you're in there. Boaty loves the idea she had, and thinks we should do the same thing with the pantry door, especially now that they are both in the midst of growth spurts and eating us out of house and home. Great idea there Princess!!!

She Had Me At....

....."Nice to finally meet you. Can I call you Joe?" Okay, I've got that Palin rush again that I had right after the convention. She killed. She was wonderful. I'm so proud. I'm certain my poor husband has a huge whelp on his arm where I kept reaching over and hitting him from excitement when she said something just dead on and very much, "in your face". Sorry hubby...you should know better than to sit right next to me when politics are involved. Ahh....love you Sarah!!!

Love Is In The Air

Can you feel it? Are you excited? Me Too!!! Okay, I love Sarah, but I must admit, her performances thus far in interviews have been, well, much less lacking than her AWESOME speech during the convention. BUT, I have hope (bawhaha.....see the irony in that sentence?) that she will rock Joe Bidens socks off tonight. If nothing else...simply because he's Joe Biden. I just got the call I've been waiting for since fair day from the local republican headquarters that the McCain/Palin yard signs are in (woo hoo!). Of course when I answered the phone, and the fellow said who he was, my heart stopped for a half a second with anticipation that Huckabee was there waiting for me to come down so he could pick my brain...but sadly no. Oh, I WILL be his go to gal in the 2012 election...you wait and see! I'll wave to you from our Huckabee/Rice tour bus *wink* So, whether your:

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Grab a cool, (or warm if it's getting nippy where you live like it is here) beverage, pull up a front row seat and watch either your girl or your guy debate tonight. We've got more presidential debates ahead, but this is our only shot to watch our VP contenders go head to head. Exercise those brain cells, and the right to be informed...this is history in the making, who wouldn't want to watch??

-----Edited to say----I just brought up the blog to see if I had any new comments, and Princess was standing right behind me. She pointed to the picture at the top and said, "Who are those mommy?" I excitedly rubbed my hands together and said, "Those are the VP picks baby. Guess who we're for?" She, without hesitation, loudly declared, "SARAH!!!" Ah...that's my girl.

"Almost" Wordless Wednesday

This was originally planned to be a wordless Wednesday post. But, the neurotic, journaler that I am, can't seem to keep it wordless. That and I'm amped up on my 3rd cup of coffee and need to get the excess caffeine out. Tadpole slept a combined total of 2 hours last night, (which should explain my intense coffee consumption this morning eh?). He has all the classic signs of another round of teeth coming in, two dirty diapers in the middle of the night, loss of appetite (well, for him anyway), can't sleep,restless, nothing makes him happy, and chewing on plastic, (yes, he looves to chew on plastic when he's teething. It was all I could do to keep him from puncturing a hole in the lettuce bag at the supermarket yesterday). His sister had a wonderful time at co-op yesterday, but she's pooped too. I allowed a little leeway time this morning for cartoons and waffles (two things not usually allowed on a weekday) because we all had a rough one last night. Pray for my little guy that this next round of teeth will be as pain free as possible and he'll be back to his normal, feisty self soon. In other news, my computer is on the fritz...no, I take that back, it has died completely, so I'm at the mercy of hub's laptop until my neighborhood computer guy, (who by the way is the SEXIEST man on the planet...yes, it is my husband) can grab a minute to fix it. In other OTHER news, this time actually some good, no...GREAT news! Hubs has sold the pontoon(and the angels burst into song) to his best friend, and the money we get from it will go towards our ridiculous property tax. Which means, his Christmas bonus this year is all Hawaii money!!! Man God is GOOD! I can't tell you how stressed out I was about us making the tax payment, (they aren't included in our monthly mortgage payment, so one lump sum is, *gulp* gigantic). And so, the Hawaii planning can officially begin and I couldn't be any more excited, but then I look at Princess who mentions it weekly, and know she's excited enough for everyone. Get our beds ready Grandma Gina. That means we'll be able to come first of the year for certain! Yippie!!!!

Oil & Water

That is an appropriate description to compare my two children. Yes, they have their likenesses...they're both blond as the sand, they love to giggle at the other one, they love to make their mommy giggle, they both get grumpy when their hungry. But they have their vast differences too. Today I observed one. When Princess was a little girl, all I would need to do to get her to obey me was raise my voice slightly and snap my finger. She would get teary eyed, toddle over to me, bury her little head in my lap, I rarely had to do correct her from the same mistake again. Angel. Then comes the boy. God love him. There are certain area's he isn't permitted to go. For example, the garage while unsupervised. I locked the door, he figured out how to unlock it. I put tape over the lock, he pulled the tape off, unlocked it, and burst out there like a jailbird on the lose. Husband put the playpen in front of the door, locked it, taped it. You see where this is going huh? He's a smart little devil. The laundry room, off limits because the cat's food is in there, and he has been reprimanded on several occasions with fist fulls of cat food on his face after he'd shoveled it in his mouth, water all over the floor, and the litter pan in disarray. He stands on the window sill so he can reach over and turn on the lamp. He gets into the liquor cabinet, and today while I was preparing dinner, I had left the back deck door open so he could scamper. I glanced out the window and he was toddling along, happy as a lark, with a bottle of peach schnapps in one hand and a cracker in the other. Sigh...And what does he do when I do the, oh familiar voice raise, finger snap, and no no look? He smiles ever so sweetly, cocks his head to one side, shrugs his little shoulder and comes to me opened armed. Even with the window incident, I swatted his little hand after trying every trick in the book to get him to obey, what does he do?Laugh. That's right, he just stood there and laughed. I use to scoff at those loony bird women that said, "He's just so sweet. I can't help but laugh and smile back at him, it just makes me forget why I was mad in the first place." To you loony birds I reluctantly say, where's the dotted line so I can sign in and join the club. I have to dash out of the room to gain my composure after an episode of sweet, angelic, looks my way while trying to discipline. What a crafty, naughty kid!!! (And no, he will not prevail...he WILL obey, I just need to get ahead of his little game...being use to a darn near perfect little girl, this is a whole new ball game).

Ohhhh Johnny!

I've just returned from a girl's weekend in Branson to see the legendary Johnny Mathis. Despite having not remembered any but maybe 2 of his tunes, being the youngest one in a crowd of baby boomers +, and the fact I couldn't listen to his love songs without thinking over and over again, "He's singing about kissing soft lips and he's gay as a rainbow, I doubt soft lips have ever touched his...eeeeewwwwwww..." it was a really good show :0) No, really, it really was. He has an amazing voice that just flows flawlessly. He makes it look so darn easy. And his band and the orchestra that played with him were all impressively talented. And I can't underestimate how much I enjoyed listening to the women on each side of me swoon like school girls at him. My mother has had a crush on him since I have been old enough to remember. And of course I enjoyed spending time with my women (mom and auntie) and spend waaaaaay too much money at the Nautica and Liz Claiborne outlet stores. Enjoy these pictures from the concert...see how good the seats were? Nicely done momma.