So, we got cable when we moved here so Bart could watch LSU football during football season. That has always been the plan, so I went ahead and canceled it starting Dec. 3. Why did they cancel it today? And why, when my husband called to complain about this annoying surprise, did he not demand justice? He said, "Sure, don't charge us for now until Monday, the original cut off date."
Um, Hello! Didn't Bart know that I wanted to watch one last Ace of Cake, What Not To Wear, and House Hunter? Doesn't he know that on Saturday is Snow Day on Disney in the AM? What is his deal? I guess he doesn't care since LSU comes on CBS and we get that channel just fine.
I am tempted to call them back and demand they fix their error and give us something for our loss...maybe a month of free cable, maybe a $$$ credit, maybe a trip to Jamaica for two. Oh, the possibilities of righting this horrible wrong are endless!!!!!
So, Brennan came downstairs this morning, after decorating the tree and going to bed last night, and says, "I checked to see if there was presents, but there was just a rug".
Ha. He is referring to the tree skirt that was added after he went to bed.
He follows this statement with, "I dreamed about Santa Claus, but it was just my hat". (He got a Santa hat yesterday.)
Both of these were so funny that I had to write them down and share them with you.
Go down a few posts and you will find it. I started it the other day, so even though I posted it today, it stayed with it's starting date.
Why is it that every other month of the year I can think of five things I'd love to get as a gift, but when Christmas/my birthday rolls around, my mind goes blank and I come up with things such as, "A new pair of thick tights, some scrapbook glue, and a ticket to Time Out for Women".
That's it???
Man, I need some therapy...gift receiving therapy!
I was tagged for the Seven Things Meme by Kathy
The rules are:
Here are Seven Random Things about me:
Having Will around this Thanksgiving has gotten me to thinking about friends I've had through the years.
You know, there are some friends who are just great for the time you have them, then you both move on, and that's okay.
Then, there are others who just stick around forever. Bart and I both have a few of those.
I am so grateful for all of my friends, both those who seem to stick, and those who are in my life for the here and now. I know that family is before friends, but friends really help make the family a bit more tolerable at times. They are an outside source of advice and a fresh ear to listen to your problems and complaints. They can get excited over surprises you plan for your husband or kids, furious at the checker at the Wal-Mart who was rude (even though your hubby just doesn't get it), laugh and cry and all that's in between.
Don't get me wrong. Bart is my go-to person...but, when I need something a little more booby, a little less testosteronie, there's nothing like a good friend.
So, thank you.
One of the little girls in my MOM's playgroup here (Kristabelle) has been in need of a small bowel transplant since she born via a premature emergency c-section. She finally received it on Thanksgiving, thanks to the selfless act of another family who had just lost a child.
She waited for 2.5 years for this. I just wanted to make you all aware that there are so many special, wonderful children and adults in need of selfless donors. This is an issue that I don't want to think about...but forced myself to. If something tragic where to happen is not the time to try to search and pray and have an answer for members of your family. Do research now. Discuss it now. Decide now what you would do.
I will.
Will you?
So, have you heard the great news? Coach Callahan of Nebraska got fired.
So, at least there's some good news after that oh so depressing lose by LSU last night.
BTW, I'm not happy he was fired. I'm just happy Nebraska fans will have one less excuse as to why their team is so not LSU.
Coach Callahan, calling upon the football gods, finds out they are all busy helping LSU.
Melissa, Burgundy, and I have a tradition. A scrapbooking tradition. Every year during the Christmas holiday, we get together for some amazing scrapbooking time. This year we are probably going to Scrapbook & Co. on Jan. 2. We'll scrap all day and then go out to eat afterwards (someplace super yummy where kids are frowned upon), to celebrate us and ME (it's my b.day on 12/31!!!)
So, mark your calendars...cause it's a date and you're all invited!
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So, Jackson has had a runny nose off and on for about two weeks now. Yesterday he started having gooey eyes, which was gross. Today I called the doctor, took him in, blah, blah, blah.
Jackson has a severe sinus infection that is now coming out of his eyes and has caused an ear infection.
Poor little guy. Thank goodness for antibiotics. He'll be good as new before we know it.
Brennan's response when asked if he wanted to go see Santa (who came to the mall today):
"I'm still not sure about him."
We finally got new brake pads. Yeah! No more squealing and squeaking at stop lights.
I am stoked.
And, it only cost $130, and it only took 1 hour.
Who else wants some of our car trip to LA money???
Brennan just discovered that my birthday is coming up, so he is telling everyone that I will be "28 on 31". (His wording, not mine.) Since I will be in LA and might not be blogging during the holidays, I decided to use NaBloPoMo as the opportunity to share 28 things about myself.
Well, it started out innocently enough. I was feeling sick last week, and taking a "nap" on the couch. I turned on the t.v., excited to enjoy a little "grown-up" t.v. time. Well, Disney Channel was on from earlier in the day, and Hannah Montana was showing. Since I didn't feel like looking around for the remote, I watched it. Now, I'm hooked...
And for some reason, Brennan already knew who Hannah Montana was. He sees her merchandise in stores and asks for it.
"Mom. Mom. I need this Hannah Montana lunch box for my school."
or
"Mom. Mom. I need a Hannah Montana blanket for my bedroom."
So, I guess it's not my little secret anymore...it's OUR little secret, because I do believe Bart will laugh me out of Omaha if he ever finds out.
So, today is my MOM's group's book club and they read Wicked. I read this book in LA with my book club there, and I have since developed a bit of an obsession with the wicked witch. I struggled to read this book, because at times it is boring or I just didn't care, but once I finished it, I became a woman on a quest. Is this how Oz was portrayed by L. Frank Baum? Was the wicked witch kind of (but not really) just singled out because she was green? Was Liir her son?
Anyways, I went on to watch the movie (which I slept through), read the children's book, and read Son of a Witch, Wicked's follow up.
So, I want to go to the book club...
but I also want to watch the last Prison Break with Bart.
The primary program was today. It went fairly well, although I, of course, saw the ways it can improve next year.
I figured out why I dread things like this. Not because I mind doing it, or feel inadequate when faced with the task at hand. I loved creating the program and watching it all come together. I don't mind the work it took or the worry I had today.
What I dread is the after. When everyone comes up and says, "Good job." I'd rather if people just kept their opinions to themselves. Tell me nothing, because I don't like to modestly say, "Oh, thanks, it wasn't me, but the children." Because then they are going to retaliate with "No, you did so much, blah, blah, blah."
I know what I did. I guess I just don't want a lot of glory for it, because that isn't why I do it. I do it so the children can shine and learn of Christ. I do it so that I can magnify my calling and better my talents.
So, next time somebody does something nice, think twice before you congratulate them or thank them...they may just want to humbly slip out the back door.
(Jackson has on sweats and has a whistle in his mouth. He looked just like a pint sized old-school coach.)
Brennan earned his first ever Book-It in the month of October. He was very excited and proud to earn a free pizza (even if he is still ultimate picky eater supreme). He told EVERYBODY about it, too, from the teller at the bank to the kid we carpool with. Yesterday he redeemed his prize and surprised us all by eating one entire slice of the pie. Maybe Book-It will give away free meatloaf or ham sandwiches next month, if all it takes to get Brennan to eat it is to win it.
Ever feel like her? On top of your game? Able to conquer the world? That's how I felt after I cleaned out the boys room today. Brennan helped, but let's face it, most of the credit belongs to yours truly. Now, if it can just stay that way for a few days...
Happy First Birthday Brooklyn! Sorry it's a few days late, but hey, I was really early with your present, so I think I am balancing myself. You just get cuter and cuter with every picture your mama posts of you...better watch out, you're gonna drive the boys wild!
Love,
Aunt Jessie
It is getting cold here. Like, as cold as winter in Louisiana. And it's only November.
This could be a problem.
I was reminded of another book series I used to read, The Babysitters Club. Thanks Kris. My Grandmother Burke owned a book store and sent a box of books to our family each month. I could hardly wait to see what those crazy girls were up to next. I wanted to have a babysitting kit like them and have lots of fun jobs and a cool club, too. Unfortunately, we lived in the country and the only people I babysat were my siblings...no fame or fortune in that. I still had some great adventures with them, though.
When I was younger (about ages 8-11), my brothers, sister, bff of childhood, Lori, and I would play pretend in the pasture behind our house in Leesville, LA. One of my favorite things to pretend was that we were the Box Car Children. I don't know if it is because one of the characters was named Jessica or what, but playing in the back pasture and the shed, pretending to be run away children, was the best way to spend a summer day.
The funniest part of this is that we had only read the first book of the series. So, almost all of our adventures were of our own making. If I could remember what we did, I think it would be neat to look over the Box Car Children's adventures and see if any of them matched up.
Alright, so what do you use if it is midnight on a Saturday night, you take your four year old to go potty, and he's burning up with fever? Hmm...
Your brain may be telling you, use a digital thermometer.
WRONG!
It's midnight, remember, oh, and I forgot to mention you have an 18 month old who likes to take his temperature.
Well, you use a meat thermometer, of course.
It is actually a lot faster than digital ones, and always in the right spot, the utensil drawer in the back left corner.
And as long as it can accurately tell me that me meat is medium rare, I trust it to tell me that my four year old is well-done at 103 degrees.
(Some of the vendors and one buyer...if you like our scarves, contact Lori to hear more about how to buy one or two or ten)
Last night was the MOM craft fair. Although it was very well advertised, it was very poorly attended. I sold a few items, but I didn't even make back the fee to enter. I had fun chatting with the other ladies, and even got a few ideas to "borrow" for myself. I would enter again, but I think I would enter if it were on a Saturday morning...more old people get out in the a.m. than the night. You know how some people are allergic to moonlight!
Anyways, the most disappointing part of the whole evening is that of an organization that has over 150 members, only two non-vendor members stopped by the fair. Where was everyone else??? Oh, well...At least I have some really cute Christmas and birthday presents for a few years! (So don't complain if I come visit you bearing a gift or two!)
How often do you...
Today I am under pressure. I decided to enter a craft fair that the MOM's group I belong to was hosting as a fund-raiser. It's tonight. I hope I can make back the $$$ I spent, plus get enough for Christmas (if the boys don't drive me crazy and simply get a lump of coal from ole St. Nick!).
Don't forget about NaBloPoMo!!!
Happy National Blog Posting Month!!! I challenge you to a blog duel. Let's see who of us in the blogging community can keep it up. Can you accept the challenge and blog at least one post every day for the entire month of November, starting today? Try it...This could get good.
Oh, and let's all try to be creative with our posts, not just little thing about our family or cute pictures. Let's write about favorite childhood memories, best holiday traditions/stories, our fears and dreams, maybe our favorite meals and most disastrous dinners. Let's really get to know each other as we connect every day.
Can you do it?
I'm gonna try...
