Thursday, March 29, 2012

The innconvenience of getting sick

Finally am over a virus that I got over the weekend. I won't go into details...

The one weekend that my mother-in-law has the two little ones and I have the whole day to myself until Krischan comes home from school...and I am sick.

The one weekend that my mother-in-law has the two little ones and have the chance to do something with Krischan by himself...and I am sick.

The one weekend that my mother-in-law has all three for the day and I have the chance to do something with Rick...and I am sick.

Couldn't my sickness have made plans to visit another time? Like when I had to go to the dentist or something?

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

The perils of riding a bicycle with the wrong seat

I will warn everyone ahead of time. There is a ton of TMI in this and talk of girl parts and such. Don't read if you have no sense of humor and get offended by things.

Rick surprised me this morning by having his mother pick up Kadence so that we could ride on our new tandem. (well it isn't new, but that is another story)

It has been at least 8 years since we rode our last one that we had to sell.

We are good to go and walk down the end of the driveway. (I am a bit particular and refuse to ride on our gravel driveway.) We hop on the bike and Rick and I know immediately that the seats are all wrong. (I am not talking position, but comfort)

I are saying that there is no way a bicycle seat is comfortable to begin with. You are wrong, they can be completely comfortable. Make sure you have some good cycling shorts on and you are good to go. My queen bee bike for example, I could ride for hours if I chose and would be most happy at the end of the ride.

About 20 minutes into the ride I started to wonder how long my clitoris was going to be numb after this ride. I shifted my hips forward, I shifted them back. I shifted them here and there. Nothing helped.

On a tandem you have to communicate all of this by the way. I typically just say "shifting" and Rick knows to stop pedaling and let me stand, or shift, or whatever I need to do.

Rick finally asks me after the millionth time "That bad huh?"

My response: "I know you might think it feels good to put all that pressure on it, but it doesn't. Who knows when I will be able to feel anything down there again. I might not even know your down there ever ever again...This could be bad."

It might be months before I can have sex because of that damn seat. Pretty sure it has made my clitoris fuse with my bone.

It made me think that if I am numb and can't feel anything, it would probably make for good marathon sex...but what good is that if you can't feel anything?

Rick asked me if I needed to shift any later in the ride. At this point my thought, and answer was this:

"HELL NO! If I take any pressure off of my clit, then the blood will flow back in and the pain will commence and make it worse to sit back down on the seat causing even more pain till it goes numb again. It is better just to stick it out, work through it, and hope to God that I am not doing any kind of permanent damage to my ability to have an orgasm."

He wasn't faring any better, but for him, it was other things.

Finally 27 miles later, we get home. I tell him to let me off in the road, there is no way I am going to ride on the gravel...I might do further damage.

I get off the bike and have to stand there with knees bent before I can move as my girl parts realized that they were still alive. I slowly walk up the driveway, into the house, up the stairs and into the shower.

If I didn't have to pick Jakob up from the bus stop, I would have layed on my bed after the shower, spread eagle style just so everything could "go back to normal"

But I have to trudge on. Who made those stupid seats? Obviously not a human, or at least a human that had no girl parts. I can see it now, some man was designing the seat saying. "Uh,Duh, let's put the edge of the concave here, and uh, the place for the indent over here, uh..."

Stupid Bicycle seat designers. Make them sit on those seats...

Monday, March 19, 2012

Mornings with the husband

It is a well known fact that I am not a morning person. I grumble and groan and if woken up before I really want too, will take a nice size bite out of whomever's head dares to wake me. Even when said person is told by said person to make sure said person gets up.

Hence this morning. Yes I wanted to get up at 6:00 to catch up to my procrastinating ways. No I didn't. Yes I bit Rick's head off. Yes I dragged myself out of bed to sit in front of my computer. And Yes, to prove his love, he brought me up a cup of coffee.

How did I get so lucky? Bite someones head off and they still bring you a bit of love in a cup.

It is also a well known fact that Rick is a breakfast (and morning) person. No cereal for that man, he wants eggs, ham, toast, bacon, sausage, omelette with mashed potatoes inside, hash browns and a large glass of chocolate milk. Not necessarily all that food, but some mix of one or the other.

This morning was no different, ok it was. I went down to cook breakfast. Bacon eggs and toast.(don't ask me to do more, If it were up to me, cereal would be on the menu every day.) Bacon cooked, rick began cooking the eggs.

Everyone gets scrambled, but me. Sunny side up for me...Something should be sunny in the morning if it isn't me...

As he ruins my first egg, I mention that I do have Pam and it is great for the egg in the pan. This is the response I get:

"Doesn't that have Chloroform in it?"
Hmmm. What a novel idea. Non-stick cooking and put your kids out all at the same time. Especially useful for those extra over hyper kids while you are cooking dinner.

My wheels are turning...Ok, so that probably wouldn't be a "good parenting" choice. It would probably be frowned down upon to chloroform your kids so you could get some cooking done in peace and quiet. Another product idea down the drain...

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Musical Beds

I don't know why we have so many beds in our house. We don't use them, or I guess we do, it's just a song and dance throughout the night.

Krischan has a bed.
Jakob has a bed.
Kadence now has her "Big girl" bed. (sniff* she is growing up...)
and Rick and I have our bed.

Krischan sleeps in his own bed, now even through the night.

Kadence falls asleep in her bed and wakes up in mom and dad's bed.

Jakob either falls asleep in Krischan's bed, or like last night Kadence's bed.
Wakes up in the middle of the night and has dad come and lay with him in his bed.

Sometimes Kadence crawl's into our bed, then Jakob crawl's in, then Rick goes and lays in Jakob's bed because ours is so crowded.

Every once in a blue moon, Rick ends up sleeping with Krischan in his bed because "daddy, you never lay with me." says Krischan.

Last night I started out in my bed, went to lay in Kadence's bed because Jakob wanted to lay with daddy and Kadence was already in my bed. Then got woken up and kicked out by Rick and Jakob so they could lay together. Back into my bed I went with Kadence.

Only on those rare occasions do we wake up in the beds we went to sleep in. I say I am going to miss this when they get older and stay in their respective beds, but I am sure I probably won't...

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Weird things I do...or are they normal?

I found myself washing an egg shell yesterday morning after breakfast.

I walked around in a circle several times from my living room to foyer and back again, not really knowing what I was doing it for.

Put the nesquick powder in the fridge. (everyone does that)

Went out into the garage to get a coke and got in my car instead.

Looked at the wall in my bedroom and decided I was going to try a handstand push-up. I got the handstand accomplished, not the push-up.

Freaked out when I tried to wake up my computer thinking it had died when I realized that I had actually shut it down the night before.

Rubbed lotion on my legs wondering why it felt so weird. Till I actually looked at the bottle and saw I was rubbing body wash on them.

I still have the crayon wrappings from when we made easter egg crayons. In my mind I keep looking at them thinking: "I can do something with that paper, why throw it away?"

What an interesting life I lead huh? I always end up wondering...

What will I do today?

Monday, March 12, 2012

Husband vs Wife

My husband has a bit of a competitive streak in do I. (I have a friend who beat me by 20 minutes in the last two duathalons we did and I want to fix that.)

I never beat anything. He doesn't even let me win, or the kids for that matter. (ok, I think that is actually good, what are they learning if they win all the time?)

I joined a gym in the beginning of February and have been going 5 days a week. When it is your "me" time, it isn't hard to get there so often. When I started I could barely do 1 push-up, now I can do a lot more...

...which brings me to a conversation Rick and I had this morning.

It was about health and being around for a long time. I have been doing things to make sure I am becoming more healthy, taking vitamins, eating/cooking better, working out more. I was teasing him about the fact that I want to go places with him and ride our bikes when we are 70 and not push him around in a wheelchair instead.

So came the challenge...push-ups.

I told him I could do more than he could. He told me to go first...

"oh-no, I don't think so! because I will do so many and then you will make sure you do one more than me just to win." He is tricky like that. I said we had to do them together instead.

We get into our push-up stance and I start counting my own. I get to 13 (which is great considering I couldn't even do one a month ago.) I look at him and he is in plank position, then does 4. He pops onto his knees and says he did 16...Hmmm.

Whatever, he really just watched me do them and then when I looked at him he did 4 and said "16!" How can I be sure he really did 16? So I did 5 more and said I did 18.

Of course he said that didn't count because I took a break.

Looks like when Krischan comes home we will have to do this again and have a referee...

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Is it really my responsibility as a mom?

I love my son Jakob's hair. To say I love it is really an understatement. It is curly and wild, and matches his personality to a tee. I know when Kadence gets older, she is going to hate Jakob for that hair. (She has stick straight hair.)

Which brings me to my question. Is it really my responsibility as a mother to make sure it is all in place? What brings this question up is this picture.

As I was sitting across from him, I said to myself...
"Wow! Jakob's hair is insane! should I have brushed it before we left?"

And as I kept taking pictures, I realized that it has a mind of it's own, I swear it kept getting nuttier and nuttier.

Maybe it was the milkshake making it stand on end. Krischan's hair was in place, so was Kadence's. Jakob's just has a mind of it's own.

Should I start carrying a comb around with me? Maybe I should start using that glue hair gel that will keep it in it's place....Nah.

But really, is it my responsibility to make sure he doesn't look like this when we go out?

You might think it is because I am shirking my motherly duties, but I think he looks darn cute that way.

That is my story and I am sticking too it.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

How I keep my sanity. (If I every had it)

By a happy mistake I scheduled two doctor appointments today. One with my dermatologist, and one with my masochistic Dentist (thankfully that was the last appt for my root canal and it was simply too put my cap on.)

So I bet you are wondering what the happy part is. It was the fact that there were 3 hours in between each appt...

Easton, here I come.

It was so nice, the weather was beautiful, it felt like spring, and because I was there at 9:30 nothing was open yet(except Barnes and Noble) and no one was there. It was like I had the whole place to myself!

Bookstore browsing for a whole half hour without a kid in tow, without a husband wondering when I was going to be done looking around, just me and the smell of brand new books. I could deal with this kind of thing lasting forever...

But alas, I do have other stores I need to go to.

Every once in awhile I can treat myself and Aveda was that place for me too do that in. Ahh, no kids to keep from touching things and no husband taking a deep breath when he sees the prices of what I pick out.

One more stop...Sur La Table. My most absolute favorite place to be if I can't be in a bookstore. It is one of those stores that if I could buy anything and everything in it, I would. The best part? I had a gift certificate! And no kids to tell "This is a NO TOUCH store." and no husband to say to me "Do we really need that?"

I can feel the insanity melting away and as I breath in the clean crisp air loving my life, I get a text...

"I now know why you are crazy." (my husband was home with the kids getting them ready for school)

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Addiction leads to great things...

As I have said before I am behind the 8 ball most of the time. I knew of Pinterest, but wasn't doing anything about it. I don't need one more thing to keep me at my computer. Well, I finally gave in and requested an invite.

...Not sure why you need an invite, but oh-well...

HOLY SHIT!!! I am soooo addicted. I have to pry myself away, and the weird thing is, I did this anyway. I just dragged photos off into folders or printed out the images and pasted them into my sketchbook. (This is one of those why didn't I think of this things)

It not only makes me realize that I have no time for anything and that I have a severe case of ADHD. My brain is just going everywhere, from home ideas to cool design inspiration to fun things for the kids to do, to cooking, to travel destinations, to...overload!

I did make time to get the kids involved in a melting crayon activity I saw. We have the typical coffee can full of broken deranged looking crayons that makes me groan every time it hits the floor.

The craft also gave me a reason to buy an easter egg mold pan : )

Here is the website that the craft is listed at:

And here are my pictures from it with some helpful hints I found out along the way.

First thing. Unless you have older kids, just sit in front of your favorite movie and take the time to tear off all the wrappers from the crayons. I didn't think we were going to get to the melting cause my kids were frustrated with pulling the wrappers off. And Kadence eats the wrapper off, which is no good. Plus I hate picking up wet paper. Eww, yuck.

I was trying to be creative with the placement of the colors in the mold but don't do that, the best ones that came out were the happ-hazard crayon laying that my kids did.

They do melt fast so keeping an eye on them is a good idea, I think it took about 10 minutes total. They kids enjoyed watching them melt, seeing the colors swirl together as they shifted.

yes, this was a pj day.

Being careful when you pull the pan out is an understatement. Unless you want melted wax everywhere, seriously, take it slow when pulling them out.

They look so cool! but they don't look so glistening once they dry.

This was my favorite, although it didn't look like this once it dried. They only take 5-10 minutes to dry. Once they are dry take a knife or e-xacto to "pop" them out of the pan. Even though the pan is sprayed with non-stick spray, you still have to pop them out, but they come out clean. And they look absolutely amazing and cool and it was so fun to color with them!

Although Kadence did think they were something to eat and took a big bite out of one.

Another thing, why do you need kids to do this? no reason, just think how cool it would be to take notes with one of these crayons in a meeting. I would do it...

Friday, March 2, 2012

A great girly find

I have been meaning to go into a store in Newark for awhile now called the Old Crow. I finally got in there after my work out yesterday. It is a mostly country decoration store, but as I rounded a corner I found the most wonderous thing!

And it isn't just a cute girly hammer.

It is a multi-functional girly tool. Now I know these things have been around for a long time. My mom has one that I remember from when I was a kid, but this one has a cool design on it. It is also a screw-driver.

and a philips

and another screw driver.

and another ity, bity, screw driver.

The best part? as if I haven't shown you enough...

I can display it as art.

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Nummy Nummy Snack

So I have recently discovered Nutella. Ok, so I might be behind the 8-ball on this, but I am with most things anyway.

I had one of my cravings the other day. You know the ones, need something sweet or else I will strangle the next person that talks to me kinda craving.

Anyway, I had angel food cake, strawberries, and nutella on hand.

Thinly slice the angel food cake (two slices), like a slice of bread thickness.
Spread nutella on one or both pieces. Layer chopped, or sliced strawberries into the nutella. Then put together like a sandwich.

Now, butter a pan and grill the angel/nutella/strawberry sandwich.

Eeweey Gooey Goodness!!!!