maybe new to you, but not exactly new...

i am starting a new blog. i say new because i have had several blogs over the last few years, the most recent of which has been anonymous. i made some cool "blog" friends that way, but i posted things on that blog which i didn't want to share with close friends and family. it was a way to get unbiased feedback and advice about things that were going on in my life. it was awesome, but my needs are different now.

i've decided it's time to go "public" with a blog now that more and more people i know are starting blogs too. i am going to copy over some posts from my old blog along with their original dates. some funny stuff about the kids that is fun to read if you have the time and are bored.

everyone loves a poop joke...

gross, but too funny not to share:

i was in the bathroom, minding my own business and getting ready as my 4 year old son was going "potty". when finished, he got up from the toilet, peered inside it and said:

"look mom!"

then:

"it looks like donut balls, but they're really poop balls!"

*giggles manically*

ahhh...the fascination with bowel movements starts in the males young and never really ends, does it?

mba

so, i have decided i am getting my mba. which means i'm pretty much giving up a social life for, oh...the next two and a half years or so. but, the good thing is that i have definitely found my niche career-wise. i have found what excites and motivates me. it's marketing, product management specifically. i love love love it. i have gained a lot of marketing experience over the last few years, and this "new" job is exactly what i've been looking for. but in today's economy, i want to insure that i remain "employable".  and i worry that my bachelor's in social work just isn't going to cut it, not even with my experience. so, i applied to some schools. schools that have reputable online programs. schools that are "brick and mortar" based that happen to have an online mba program. schools where i don't have to list "online degree" on my resume. it doesn't look easy. the admissions process is a pain. but i'm thinking it all might just be worth it. 

also, since i'll be going to school online, i just HAD to purchase this:



and then of course i also needed this:



ahhh...come to me my sweet little mac laptop, i am anxiously awaiting your arrival. ; )

letting go

I thought I had more time for her to be a little girl, but alas, my six year old daughter sat me down this morning to let me know what was on her mind:

"Mom, now that I'm getting bigger and I'm growing up more, I think it's time for me to start picking out my own clothes in the morning."

My immediate thought was: But what if she doesn't match?!!?!? GASP! 

But really, what's a mother to do? I mean, I could hardly argue with her logic. 

My response: (whining)
"Can I tell you if something looks weird together?"

Ky: (very seriously and sternly)
"No."


*Honestly, I knew I was living on borrowed time, I should have been letting her pick out her clothes long ago. But I LIKED dressing her! She's my little GIRL!

racial irony

saturday night we were invited to dinner at the home of the bf's dad and step-mom. the plan was to celebrate easter, a birthday and a recent graduate. we marked it on the calendar and planned to attend with all four of the kids. 

saturday morning we got a call from the bf's dad. the bf let it go to voice mail. upon checking his voice mail, the bf groaned and replayed it over for me to hear. it went something like this:

"i am just calling to let you know that "the graduate" (the bf's step-sister) is dating a "black gentleman" and is planning to bring him and his young daughter for dinner this evening. i just thought i'd give you a head's up so you can tell the kids about it. i don't want them to be shocked when they walk in the house."

wtf???????

besides this being a totally sad, white bread, minnesota response, it is also extremely ironic considering this fact: THE BF IS FREAKING ASIAN! (adopted from korea by his white bread parents.)

needless to say, the bf and i didn't say anything to the kids. and were they shocked when they walked in? nope. and it made me very proud.

BEWARE of raccoon!

isn't it cute? looks cuddly even, right? but i bet you didn't know just how dangerous these little suckers are!

sunday night on the way to take his kids home, the bf ran over a raccoon. he heard a loud thump and his initial reaction was to feel really bad for the raccoon. he turned the car back around to make sure the creature wasn't suffering, prepared to put it out of it's misery if need be. for some reason he gets out of the car at this point. to make sure it's really, really dead? i don't know. but just past the raccoon he saw a few bits of metal and plastic. pieces. of. his. car! he looks towards the car and sees that there is a a gouge out of the front bumper. he sighs, thinking about how this poor car has been through a lot of "cosmetic" issues, so bf just sighs again and puts the pieces in the trunk. goes along on his not so merry way.

the bf pulls the car back onto the road and points it in the direction of home. he still has about 35 minutes to go. after a few miles he notices smoke coming out of the hood, figures he must have raccoon debris somewhere under the hood. he keeps driving. goes a few more miles and realizes that the needle on the temperature gauge is steadily moving towards "hot". he just about makes it to the nearest town when the car decides it has had enough. the bf barely makes it off the highway and onto a gravel road. the car is as dead as the raccoon.

he calls me and i wake the kids and drive the 20 minutes to pick him up. he decides he won't do anything about the car until morning. because he procrastinates, he does nothing monday. tuesday night he decides we should drive out and see if the car will start. no go. so he decides he will call a tow truck in the morning. morning comes. someone from work tells him his car wasn't there when they drove by on the way in. bf makes some calls. finds out that the county has towed the car. but not the closest town. not to the county seat. oh no. they drag it to some mom and pop shop in a little town about 25 minutes out of the way.

the bf finally gets hooked up with pop from the mom and pop shop. pop tells him the tow will set him back $100. he tells the bf that he just "happens" to have a service shop in addition to towing. if he gets the car fixed there, the tow charge is reduced to $50. mr. crooked pop proceeds to tell the bf that he also won't charge for "storage" if he gets the car fixed there. this pisses me off. makes me want to scream for the obvious corruption! why would they tow the car to a rinky-dink shop in a ghost town way out of the way? the car was 2 miles from a bigger town with more options. corruption, plain and simple.

today mr. rinky dink calls the bf with some news. the car needs a new radiator, and a bunch of other crap. also he thinks the raccoon cracked a head gasket and not on the raccoon's head. head. on. the. motor! READ: car needs new engine. all because of a run in with an effing raccoon! i've seen deer do way less damage.

the insurance company is going to look at the car tomorrow. it will most likely be declared totaled. unbelievable.

screw deer. watch out for those little bastard raccoons!

stayin alive!

yes, i'm alive. day two of the new job. it's going okay so far, but i have to admit i was a bit worried when i spent the first three hours of day one cleaning my new desk/cube area. ugh. no one would ever accuse me of being a clean freak, but even by my standards it was pretty disgusting! i spent an hour on the keyboard alone! a bit disheartening, but the people are really nice, at least. 

i definitely do miss the more plush accommodations of my prior office. the big cushy chair, the window view, the free soda, my mac computer....but none of that was the same anyway since my favorite co-worker left....