okay, i think i will

we’re supposed to be in dallas. we were supposed to get in last night. but we missed our flight. we were 2 minutes late, yep, 2 minutes and they turned us away – crying lb and all. so now, we’re sitting at home. well, the kids are sleeping and i’m having difficulty sleeping – i just know i won’t wake up in time to be at the airport at 4:30 in the morning – no need to go back and reread that – i said 4:30 in the morning. don’t worry, i’ll do the math for you. my alarm should be going off at 3am – and i’ve arranged for a plan b – just in case the alarm doesn’t do it for me – my mom is gonna call me at 3am for an early morning chat – or perhaps she’ll just grunt at me. then i’ve got to get the kids up and, of course, they will be perfectly pleasant. if all goes as planned we’ll be out the door no later than 3:45am.

so, i’m sitting here thinking i’m having a very successful start to have a bad day day. did i mention we’ll be flying stand by?

update:  it’s currently 5:45 and we’re sitting in the airport waiting…. waiting… waiting…

 update 2:  we’re here, we’re here.  we got on the plane.  we were the only standby tickets to get on.  we did have to circle over d/fw airport for about 35 minutes because one of the towers was having communication difficulties, but we made it!

suk san wan keut, bh

that means happy birthday in thai. aren’t you amazed at my mastery of my soon to be new tongue? okay, i did find it on a website that lists how to say happy birthday in 161 different languages. i would have written it using the actual thai alphabet, but i didn’t think you’d be able to read it – oh, and i don’t know the thai alphabet.

anyway, today’s celebration is bh’s birthday!! and the best i can do is say happy birthday, there will be no giving of gifts or eating of cake – but don’t go feeling sorry for him; bh doesn’t like cake and he is in thailand on his birthday. the biggest perk to being in thailand for your birthday? it starts 12 hours earlier there than it does here. woo hoo!

enjoy the rest of your birthday, bh. i love you. oh, yeah, and…

สุขสันต์วันเกิด

that is happy birthday in the actual thai alphabet. or it could say “let’s all make fun of the idiot who copies and pastes this text thinking it says happy birthday” either way, it’s all good.

i’m sure it’s meant to be something greater

but…. i think i’ve already established this blog is really all about me.

so even though it’s really called international day for tolerance i’m gonna celebrate everybody tolerate me day… and i’ll try to tolerate you.

so, let’s haiku

but, first i’m gonna give a big shout out to patios, because she actually wants santa to bring her something it’s somewhat difficult to live with out – even though it seems i’m makin’ it through without it…

Santa, you can help
by giving me what I lack:
My sanity back.

 

so, onto tolerating me…

 

day of tolerance

make allowances for me

conduct forgiven

if you need help it’s right here.

 

 

i love to write

let’s hear it for my very own made up by me song… sung to i love to laugh, you know from mary poppins, you know the part where uncle albert floats to the ceiling… yeah, that’s the one. i knew you knew.

as an added bonus i have managed to very cleverly include the several 2007 holidays that could be celebrated today.

i love to write*
lots and long and vague
i love to write
it’s getting worse ev’ry post

the more I write
the more I fill with me
and the more of me
the better the topic will be
it’s embarrassing
the more i’m a merrier me!

some people write about bundt pans**
write they make a great cake
some people write about recycling***
clean the environment up

some write enough
some rarely blog
others they just ramble on
then there’s the kind
that writing’s just not for them

when you strikes up your light
cause you need a quick fix
expose me to second hand smoke
respect the great american smoke out****
please, no smoking today

i love to write
loud and long and vague
i love to write
about weird holidays here
the more i write
the more you celebrate
and the more i write
the more you’re a smarter you!

okay, okay, i know quite a bit of it is forced. but give me a break – i do have a life. i can’t just sit around blogging all the time.

*i love to write day

**national bundt (pan) day

***america recycles day

****great american smokeout

loosen up, lighten up day

i’m gonna take this one to heart. i’m all worried about this move thing. i find it slightly stressful that the time frame for the move has shifted greatly.* actually, i’m a little freaked by it. i keep going over and over in my head the things i have to do and the things that have to happen… it’s overwhelming. and i’m not even thinking of the little things. not only does all this stuff have to happen but life just keeps on keeping on. there are birthdays and holidays to celebrate, appointments to make and keep, i gotta go to work, bh has to travel and, oh yeah, we gotta move! but because it’s loosen up, lighten up day that’s just what i’m gonna do.

for 24 hours i won’t even think of this move and everything else that’s going on. i’ll day dream. i’ll watch soaps and eat bonbons. i’ll stare out the window. i’ll soak in my jacuzzi tub and drink a little champagne. i’ll have a massage and pedicure. it will be amazing. it won’t be a celebration – it’s going to be way too low key for that. i think i’ll take up yoga and meditation. i’m already feelin’ it – aaaahhhh…

oh, yeah, and if you believe any of that, i’ve got some property to sell you, i think that jacuzzi tub i’m gonna relax in is located there.

*it seems our move may have shifted from one j month to another. originally it was to be july and now, well, let’s just say it ain’t june.

edited to include:  in honor of loosen up, lighten up day (or lulu day as ruth kindly pointed out) my mom has said she will take care of all of this for me…  now, that’s a load off.

7 random things

i got tagged by farang

rules:
1. link to the person that tagged you, and post the rules on your blog.
2. share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself.
3. tag 7 random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs.
let each person know that they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

7 random and/or weird things about me. i can do random; i can do weird.

1. i have no saliva glands in my tongue
2. i write on paper with my left hand. i do everything else right handed.
3. my thumbs are double jointed.
4. i once had the same haircut as mick hucknall from simply red – like this, but not red.

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5. in the fourth grade i took other kids finished assignments. i erased their name and replaced it with my own. i got away with this for almost the entire year. i am not proud.
6. i love the smell of bread baking.
7. i am an expert procrastinator.

and now for the blogs i’m tagging

1. mary & bob’s journal
2. lonesome dove
3. hay says
4. wallbuilder
5. graham prouty on-line and on-life
6. the bean bag
7. whee all the way home

some of my favorite reads

to celebrate national young readers day i’ve listed a few of the kids books i love. these are books i read when i was little and books i’ve read with my kids. feel free to add yours.

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love that dog by sharon creech

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the chosen by chaim potok

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the chronicles of narnia – cs lewis

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princess academy by shannon hale

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the tale of despereaux: being the story of a mouse, a princess, some soup, and a spool of thread by kate dicamillo

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little house on the prairie by laura ingalls wilder

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the magic tree house series by mary pope osborne

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chicka chicka boom boom by john archambault

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anything sandra boynton

this could come in handy

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i can think of soooo many reasons to celebrate “i could use patch for that day”.

you know, like, i could use a patch to control road righteousness – and no, that’s not the same as road rage. road righteousness is when you are perfectly justified in your aggressive behavior, because who ever your anger is aimed at deserved it – see, not the same at all.

and i could use a patch for negative thinking – you know, something to block the everybody hates me, nobody likes me, i’m gonna go and eat worms thinking and replace it with the i’m good enough, i’m smart enough and doggone it, people like me thinking.

a patch might come in handy to block those pesky give me the chocolate and nobody gets hurt threats – and trust me, those threats are real, you should be afraid – and i was just informed that if i mean it it’s not really a threat. i would like a patch to shut her up. winey – you know i love you :)

oh, oh, oh, how about the patch that acts as a filter and prevents you from revealing things you didn’t mean to reveal and saying out loud things you really thought you were only thinking. if you need an example see the patch for wanting her to shut up comment.

but i think most handy would be the patch that prevents the inability to act because i’m so overwhelmed with what has to happen to get anything done.

 

wanna see ff get crazy mad

sesame street premiered this day in 1969. that means sesame street has been on the air my entire life. i don’t remember watching it as a kid. i do remember watching the electric company and i remember the bugalloos, sigmund and the sea monster, h.r. pufnstuf, land of the lost… basically anything sid and marty krofft did – if you ask me those fellows are a couple of geniuses. oh, and i loved family affair and spent a good deal of the late 70′s and early 80′s convinced that my twin brother and i could be the wonder twins – if only he would have cooperated. but sesame street, don’t remember it at all.

the first time i can recall watching it is after i had tb (wow, seems i’ve noticed a little too late that i’ve chosen a rather unfortunate nickname for my oldest, oops). and man, sesame street was the bomb. i mean really, i just used having a kid as an excuse to watch it – i’d even watch it while he was napping. of course, he liked it, too. then came lb – she seemed to love it. we spent hours bonding in front of sesame street. counting with count von count, eating cookies with cookie monster, and laughing at ernie’s jokes (because they were so funny). things took a different direction with the arrival of ff – he was born not too long after the elmo’s world segments were introduced. he hated elmo, hate may not even be a strong enough word. i’m not even sure how to label his reaction, i mean a 9 month old who goes into a full rage when elmo appears on screen – what would you call that?

for a long time i was certain it was bad mothering. maybe it was something i’d eaten or inhaled when he was still in utero, or maybe i’d passed on something funky through my breast milk. i blamed myself, i knew it was my fault. then it hit me. i’m pretty sure that ff believed elmo was satan. and i don’t mean he thought he was devilish – you know, because he’s red. i mean i think ff believed elmo was the satan, as in beelzebub or lucifer, you know the one i’m talking about.

one year for christmas ff was given a tickle me elmo, talk about funny traumatic. it wasn’t just evil elmo, it was evil elmo cackling laughing. it created hours and hours of entertainment for the rest of the family sheer terror for ff. and i’m sure it will be cause for hours and hours of therapy later in life.

so, at our house, we probably won’t even mention the sesame street anniversary. it would be too cruel. but you guys party on.