"Hello, my name is Kimberly and I'm a rice pudding addict." No really...it's a horrible illness and as I type this I'm fighting the urg to run downstairs and make some. Unfortunately, I'm losing the fight miserably. Now please excuse me while I go run off to make, and devour, an entire batch of the stuff. Next time you see me and my ever growing muffin top, you'll picture me standing in the kitchen, with a spoon, eating right out of the 9x13 pan full of it. Every last bite, then lickin' the pan clean. And after a day like today, that every growning muffin top is the least of my worries. Right now, it's all about the comfort food, baby.
Don't worry about today's boring blog. I'll be back tomorrow to tell you all about our field trip today...and maybe post a picture of the teacher we saw wearing her super high wedge heels with her jeans and too small polo shirt. Yes, I said picture, because I took some of her....because that's how I roll.....
Excuse the typos. Too tired and focused on the rice pudding to care.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
LONG Day
Woke up early this morning to get Mia up so we could sew her into my dress that she needed for Pioneer Day at school (because believe it or not...we're not the same size, and my dress was just a tad big on her). I had to sew her in it because when we moved, for some bizarre reason, I felt the need to throw away all my safety pins. Why? Why would I do that? Safety pins are a staple for goodness sakes! HA! That just reminded me...I could have just stapled her into it. Anyway...
We get everyone dressed and ready to go and of course we have to rush to the donut shop (for the second time this week...and it's only Wednesday!)because I have no milk, no bread...nothing. Just call me "YOUNG Mrs. Hubbard". On the way to the donut shop, I took my vitamin. After leaving the donut shop, 2 bites into my donut, the vitamin I took on an empty stomach, (because I'm smart like that), decided to try and make a comeback. Oh boy...This girl doesn't handle feeling pukey well. In fact...it's not uncommon for me to have a panic attack when I feel sick. Especially when I'm in a situation where I feel helpless...like driving down the road in a huge SUV. So, here come the cold sweats and the rapid heartbeat. Breathe, Kimberly, breathe. Don't let the kids know you're about to pass out while driving 55 down Tulare Ave. Then again, maybe I should tell Gracie that if I do pass out, to grab the wheel and slowly drift us off onto the shoulder, but again...maybe not. Don't want to panic her....but if I do pass out then she'll really panic. Ugh...just keep breathing......but of course, in between the breaths, I have a heave now and then. The look on Gracie's face was priceless. She doesn't handle puking well, either. So, I'm still trying to figure out if I should pull over or just take my chances and just puke out the window if I have to. "Take your chances, Kimberly! The girls can't be late to school!!" Fortunately, it didn't come to that and everyone made it to class on time. Whew.
Pioneer day school was a blast (she said in a monotone voice with a blank look on her face)! We headed to the multi-purpose room at 8:30 to look at all the fantastic model log cabins (and I mean that sincerely), for an hour and a half , and waited for the adorable 3rd graders to do their folk dancing. Stick a fork in me...I was done and so was Ella. Did I mention I had Ella with me? And did I mention I was in there for an hour and a half? Have I mentioned I don't have any patience and really bad anxiety? This combination is like a bad chemistry experiment.
Finally we get to go back to the classroom where the kids are going to make butter in my Dad's old butter churn. But, apparently there was some miscommunication between me and teacher because she didn't realize we could actually use the churn, and only brought a cup and a half of cream...for the 4 QT butter churn. Luckily my fantastic mother-in-law (and I say with absolutely NO sarcasm, what so ever!) came to our rescue! Not only did she pick up Ella (hallelujah), but she brought me enough cream to make a whole heckuva lotta butta. We passed the churn around the table and each kid got to take a turn. It was fun...despite the fact I was about to have another panic attack watching the kids roughly turn the crank on the 100 year old churn. But it survived.
After all that butta makin' was over (sorry, I just like to call it butta, ok?), I got to head to Gracie's honor roll "social" where she received her certificate for her 4.0 GPA. I'm so proud of her, but honestly...I'm sick of her stupid honor roll "socials". Good Gracious! I've gone to every single one since 4th grade! I'm tired of 'em. I wish she's just have one dumb trimester and give me a stinkin' break!! Geez!
After that we came home and I sat down here trying to figure out what to blog about because I promised to give you something. My arm and shoulder are aching so badly and I have the shakes so I called in my best friend for a little support. And like any best friend would be, Xanax was right there for me. Comforting and calming me. She has the gift to calm. I mean, I have the best freakin' friends in the world, but Xanax...she's my favorite.
Anyway...so I sat down here and I wanted to post a new video of Ella but it won't let me. So I went for another video of my cats on the car, but it wouldn't let me do that, either, which leads me to believe that I can't post videos on my blog and that's stupid.
Well, it's been a long day and tomorrow I get the pleasure of getting up at the butt crack of dawn so I can accompany Mia on her field trip to a Pioneer Village. I'm so over the stink' pioneers (and they were literally stinkin' because it's reported they didn't bathe too much)!! I'm going to go cuddle up on the couch with my friend Xanax and rest until Tim gets home.
We get everyone dressed and ready to go and of course we have to rush to the donut shop (for the second time this week...and it's only Wednesday!)because I have no milk, no bread...nothing. Just call me "YOUNG Mrs. Hubbard". On the way to the donut shop, I took my vitamin. After leaving the donut shop, 2 bites into my donut, the vitamin I took on an empty stomach, (because I'm smart like that), decided to try and make a comeback. Oh boy...This girl doesn't handle feeling pukey well. In fact...it's not uncommon for me to have a panic attack when I feel sick. Especially when I'm in a situation where I feel helpless...like driving down the road in a huge SUV. So, here come the cold sweats and the rapid heartbeat. Breathe, Kimberly, breathe. Don't let the kids know you're about to pass out while driving 55 down Tulare Ave. Then again, maybe I should tell Gracie that if I do pass out, to grab the wheel and slowly drift us off onto the shoulder, but again...maybe not. Don't want to panic her....but if I do pass out then she'll really panic. Ugh...just keep breathing......but of course, in between the breaths, I have a heave now and then. The look on Gracie's face was priceless. She doesn't handle puking well, either. So, I'm still trying to figure out if I should pull over or just take my chances and just puke out the window if I have to. "Take your chances, Kimberly! The girls can't be late to school!!" Fortunately, it didn't come to that and everyone made it to class on time. Whew.
Pioneer day school was a blast (she said in a monotone voice with a blank look on her face)! We headed to the multi-purpose room at 8:30 to look at all the fantastic model log cabins (and I mean that sincerely), for an hour and a half , and waited for the adorable 3rd graders to do their folk dancing. Stick a fork in me...I was done and so was Ella. Did I mention I had Ella with me? And did I mention I was in there for an hour and a half? Have I mentioned I don't have any patience and really bad anxiety? This combination is like a bad chemistry experiment.
Finally we get to go back to the classroom where the kids are going to make butter in my Dad's old butter churn. But, apparently there was some miscommunication between me and teacher because she didn't realize we could actually use the churn, and only brought a cup and a half of cream...for the 4 QT butter churn. Luckily my fantastic mother-in-law (and I say with absolutely NO sarcasm, what so ever!) came to our rescue! Not only did she pick up Ella (hallelujah), but she brought me enough cream to make a whole heckuva lotta butta. We passed the churn around the table and each kid got to take a turn. It was fun...despite the fact I was about to have another panic attack watching the kids roughly turn the crank on the 100 year old churn. But it survived.
After all that butta makin' was over (sorry, I just like to call it butta, ok?), I got to head to Gracie's honor roll "social" where she received her certificate for her 4.0 GPA. I'm so proud of her, but honestly...I'm sick of her stupid honor roll "socials". Good Gracious! I've gone to every single one since 4th grade! I'm tired of 'em. I wish she's just have one dumb trimester and give me a stinkin' break!! Geez!
After that we came home and I sat down here trying to figure out what to blog about because I promised to give you something. My arm and shoulder are aching so badly and I have the shakes so I called in my best friend for a little support. And like any best friend would be, Xanax was right there for me. Comforting and calming me. She has the gift to calm. I mean, I have the best freakin' friends in the world, but Xanax...she's my favorite.
Anyway...so I sat down here and I wanted to post a new video of Ella but it won't let me. So I went for another video of my cats on the car, but it wouldn't let me do that, either, which leads me to believe that I can't post videos on my blog and that's stupid.
Well, it's been a long day and tomorrow I get the pleasure of getting up at the butt crack of dawn so I can accompany Mia on her field trip to a Pioneer Village. I'm so over the stink' pioneers (and they were literally stinkin' because it's reported they didn't bathe too much)!! I'm going to go cuddle up on the couch with my friend Xanax and rest until Tim gets home.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Laundry Tuesday
Tuesday is laundry day. I can usually get all our laundry done in one day. Well, the stuff we wear anyway, unless Ella changes her clothes five times a day, then it can trickle over to Wednesday. And I usually do towels on Monday night and sheets all day Wednesday, or sometimes Thursday, depending, again, on Ella. But it makes me feel better to say I do it all in one day, ok? Don't question it!!!
Since I've managed to get my laundry chore down to "one" day, nothing drives me crazier than getting it all done and put away, then finding something under the girl's bed, in their closet or in the stinkin' laundry chute.
Ugh...the laundry chute. When we were moving into the new house, I opened a cabinet in the girl's bathroom and found no shelves and hole in the bottom. I did sort of freak out a little (but just a little, because I don't usually get too excited about anything...hahaha). Anyway...I'm not sure who discovered it, but someone discovered that hole lead to a cabinet downstairs in the laundry room. I know, sounds awesome right? But, did I mention that cabinet is ABOVE the laundry room sink? And did I mention that no basket fits inside that cabinet, so when I open it, all the girl's dirty laundry falls out on my head (or in the sink if I remember to jump out of the way)? And again I say, "ugh" and I'll throw in an "ew". I try to get them to put their clothes into the hampers, but the laundry chute is just too much fun. I'm just waiting for the day we have to call the fire department rescue Ella.
Oh, and the cabinet is so high that I can't see all the way back and it's not unsual for me to leave a pair of undies or a lone sock in there. Stupid chute. Although, I have to admit that it is pretty cool to tell people, "Oh, yeah, well I have a laundry chute in my house, so all the girl's laundry goes straight to the laundry room...".
Anyhoo...Having all the laundry done gives me such a sense of accomplishment. So much so, that I'm considering moving laundry day to Saturday so we can all run around naked for an entire day and every piece of laundry we have is done. Ah....How amazing would that be? Ha. I know there are people that do that, but, ew. Ew. And EWWWWWW!! Anyway...a girl can dream.
So, my undies and socks just went into the dryer and what do you think I found sitting on top of the washer? The little laundry bag full of the bras that were suppose to be in with that load. Yep. Fan-tastic!
Since I've managed to get my laundry chore down to "one" day, nothing drives me crazier than getting it all done and put away, then finding something under the girl's bed, in their closet or in the stinkin' laundry chute.
Ugh...the laundry chute. When we were moving into the new house, I opened a cabinet in the girl's bathroom and found no shelves and hole in the bottom. I did sort of freak out a little (but just a little, because I don't usually get too excited about anything...hahaha). Anyway...I'm not sure who discovered it, but someone discovered that hole lead to a cabinet downstairs in the laundry room. I know, sounds awesome right? But, did I mention that cabinet is ABOVE the laundry room sink? And did I mention that no basket fits inside that cabinet, so when I open it, all the girl's dirty laundry falls out on my head (or in the sink if I remember to jump out of the way)? And again I say, "ugh" and I'll throw in an "ew". I try to get them to put their clothes into the hampers, but the laundry chute is just too much fun. I'm just waiting for the day we have to call the fire department rescue Ella.
Oh, and the cabinet is so high that I can't see all the way back and it's not unsual for me to leave a pair of undies or a lone sock in there. Stupid chute. Although, I have to admit that it is pretty cool to tell people, "Oh, yeah, well I have a laundry chute in my house, so all the girl's laundry goes straight to the laundry room...".
Anyhoo...Having all the laundry done gives me such a sense of accomplishment. So much so, that I'm considering moving laundry day to Saturday so we can all run around naked for an entire day and every piece of laundry we have is done. Ah....How amazing would that be? Ha. I know there are people that do that, but, ew. Ew. And EWWWWWW!! Anyway...a girl can dream.
So, my undies and socks just went into the dryer and what do you think I found sitting on top of the washer? The little laundry bag full of the bras that were suppose to be in with that load. Yep. Fan-tastic!
Hold on to Your Hats!
Look out peeps!! I'm on a mission to update everyday day. Oh my gosh! Stop the squealing!! I know it's exciting, but geez! You're embarrassing me!! Now here's what I need from you...followers. So, tell your friends and tell your friends to tell their friends and their friends tell their friends and.....you get the picture.
So my plan is update everyday about stuff that happens around here, around town, around school. Maybe do a review once in a while. Hold on to your hats, peeps!! It's gonna be a CRAZY ride! Whoop!!!
So my plan is update everyday about stuff that happens around here, around town, around school. Maybe do a review once in a while. Hold on to your hats, peeps!! It's gonna be a CRAZY ride! Whoop!!!
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