Blondecisions
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Moving again.
Blondecisions is going to http://www.blamemama.com/Blog/
That includes the newer Blondecisions that was listed below waaay back.
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
New Writing Blog
Along with my Blondecisions blog that's an annoying braindump, I've added my new writer's blog. Stop by!
Remember, this blog is closed (for now?)
Monday, August 02, 2004
Sunday, July 25, 2004
I've had so much to say!
But I haven't written a stitch.
We traveled into the city for an all day family (un)fun fest... but still no blog.
My husband got his ponytail chopped - a momentous occasion - but no blog!
I fell in love with my son's hamster and we're running away to (H)amsterdam - but no blog?!?!
I was on level 98 of a 100 level game I've been trying to break on the weekends for 3 weeks when my son hit a key and ended it all - but did I write in my blog?
My car broke down adding a total of $1200 (and a traumatic tale) in two week's time - but still, I didn't write!
What's wrong with me?
And what's wrong with you? Submit a question already so I can start my advice column! C'mon, you know you want to :)
Friday, July 16, 2004
P-R-I-O-R-T-Y tell me what it means to...Why?
Kids!! TELL me about the important stuff, please! Prioritize a little. You scream bloody murder if someone touches your shoulder, but don't say a word when the toilet overflows.
Them: "Mooooooooooooooom, Taylor called me a wimp!"
Me: "Well you are limping because you scratched your knee, even though no one can see the scratch."
Them: "Mooooooooooom! Jack burped in my ear"
Me: "He learned it from you"
On the flipside...
Me: "What do you MEAN Jack cut his hair off?"
Them: "Well, he wasn't crying or anything."
Me: "You didn't bother to TELL me he was using peanut butter to finger paint the carpet?"
Them: "Well it smelled good, but I didn't know what he was doing."
In the future...
Me: "What do you mean Jack killed the neighbor's cat?"
Them: "Who has a cat? We thought we got them all."
Me: "I told you, NO smoking crack in the livingroom."
Them: "But your bedroom's locked, and Taylor is shooting a porn flick in ours"
Thursday, July 15, 2004
Can you call me Barbeque?
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8-yr-old son: Mom, can you make my nickname be Barbeque?
Me: What? No.
8-yr-old son: But mom, I don't like my others.
Me: Taters and Tater Beans came out of your being Taylor. BBQ makes no sense.
8-yr-old son: But my friends have such cool nicknames
Me: No BBQ. That's just silly
8-yr-old son: But everyone else is called Hot Sauce and Salsa and stuff. Mooommmm pleeeease!
Me: No. And their parents should be shot.
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Tuesday, July 13, 2004
The Secret Language of Kids
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Mom: Guys, I am swamped, how about just Pizza Rolls for lunch?
All boys together: Yaaahhhhh!!!!!!
6-yr-old: I love pizza rolls
2-yr-old: pizza, pizza, pizza rolls
8-yr-old: Yah, me too.
** 5 minutes later **
8-yr-old: What are pizza rolls?
6-yr-old: You know.. remember those pizza rolls?
8-yr-old: Oh yah! I love those.
2-yr-old: yah, pizza, pizza, pizza rolls, yah!
I know they were plotting to rule the world somewhere in that conversation.
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Monday, July 12, 2004
Potty Saga Day 4
I won't hold my breath, but this potty training thing is actually working. Who knew? He's gone in the potty all weekend, including two bowel movements all by himself.
I think he only had two pee accidents all weekend, and one was because my parents were visiting and he got all distressed when my dad told him to go in the house. LOL
I am so lazy though... hmmpphh... I would rather not have to work at this and just let him train like his brothers did. But sheesh.. diaperless sounds soooo good too.
Heading out for a few hours this afternoon, so I am still wishy washy about whether or not I should diaper him when we go.
Friday, July 09, 2004
Potty Saga, Day 2, updated 10am
Read yesterday's potty saga first!
10:06 am
My little boy was told by his daddy this morning to go in the potty today. A little reinforcement from the one he loves best is perfect! He loves to please daddy.
He got to see his brothers have Skittles for using the potty and he did for his dad in the morning. I assumed that was all I would get, but he's surprised me!
Twice now he's tried to go. Nothing's coming out, but he's trying!
Just moments ago I spied on him as he sat on the potty, trying to go. When he got up he called me in to show me how he was sitting on the potty.
Apparently he's trying to impress me!
Keep your fingers crossed - I won't push him, but it would be nice to be out of diapers for the first time in 9 years (my oldest is almost 9, so we've had one in diapers ever since)
Thursday, July 08, 2004
Potty saga.. updated 7am, 6pm
I never insisted my kids trained. I never got hyper about it. Never really cared. I don't like bribery as a rule. Or, I should say, before three kids I didn't believe in bribery. Somewhere around 2.5 I loosened up.
I guess after three kids and 9 years of diapers, I need a break. Jack's just 1 month shy of three, so I am hoping to give him a push.
We talked about potty training recently on MW and yesterday Jack had the most disgusting poop in underwear and pants he'd insisted on wearing - and yours truly is SO over cleaning poop - so I got to thinking...
We mentioned the M&M trick and I figured Jack would FLIP out but I might be crazy enough to try it. I was right. On both accounts.
7:00 am
I pulled out some skittles and put them in a container and told Jack to go pee and poop for candy.
He gladly peed in the potty and held out his hand. I let him have two skittles and while he chomped one I put the candy up on the fridge.
Let the screaming begin! Like throwing down the gauntlet, he threw down his remaining Skittle and launched into a full frontal mommy attack.
I'd say this is one of the worst tantrums he's had yet. Certainly one of the loudest.
He's tugging on me, screaming, snotting all over the place, pleading, crying, begging, clawing, demanding, pushing, climbing, drooling, moaning.
Like an angry bear, I can't look him in the eye or the tirade gets worse.
I'm holding my ground here, gals. Pray for me and my safe return from the wrath of toddlerhood scorned.
Ok, he's settled down, eaten his other Skittle and taken solace in an old friend he put away months ago: Barney.
Oh wait, scratch that, he no longer wants to watch Barney.
Wait, now he does.
Nope. He doesn't.
Aaaarrrgghhh!!!!
Still can't look him in the eye. Oh shoot, he's coming back...
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6:28 pm
He's just laughing at me now... the wicked little monkey thinks it's funny!
Jack says with a wild look in his eyes and laughter in his voice, " Mooommmy, I went poooooopy in my diiiiiiiaper. Haha!"
"Jack, you're supposed to go to the potty and get candy."
Cocking his head sideways, he smiles wide and leans in to kiss my hand. Was that to pacify me?! His face seems to say, 'silly mommy, you're so misguided'.
His eyes twinkle and he laughs, "Caaandy! haha!!! I pooooopy in my diiiiiaper."
We're in a showdown. He's laughing at getting candy! He thinks it's getting under my skin. Let's just see what he says when I give his BROTHERS candy for going potty.
Game on.
Tuesday, July 06, 2004
Ode to a Hairdresser
I'd like to thank my new hairdresser, Damien. I like him. A lot. He makes me look good, and doesn't expect anything more than a tip afterwards.
He has a pretty salon that his partner decorates to look like a tropical paradise. The upstairs is a replica of the Bird Cage; the salon a tropical hair hideaway; outside overlooks the creek and water falls with three decks, a Greek statue garden and rainbow flag flying proud; downstairs a love shack full of Marilyn Monroe, water bed and jacuzzi tub that he rents out to desperate men in love.
He's bitchy; he calls me in early; tries to talk me out of getting a color because he wants to go shopping. But he calls me honey.
He makes me wait, he runs outside every five minutes to wave wildly at a friend, he has a trickle of interruptions coming and going; but he makes it known you're his when he's near.
His hands tremble; He's rough with the brush; but he cuts quick and easy from 25 years of hair lovin' and he makes me feel so good.
He doesn't worry about the piddly little things and new fangled perceptions. He doesn't care that most newbies want to be called hair designers... no, no, he's a good, old fashioned hair man. He loves his old ladies as much as his young, and they flock to him.
I can't do just what he does to my hair. He fries it with his dryer - I can feel my head burning - and I wonder the damage it inflicts. But I guess the frying is what makes it so bouncy.
I let him do things to my hair that I never let anyone else. But he's safe. Because he's Damien.
With quivering lip I told him to cut it off and go for the gold. My luster was gone, the bounce had long since left, and the color darkened with age.
I wanted to feel good again, so I told him to just do it. He proposed a color, I proposed another. Wash, cut, color, dry, style.. Voila!
It just looks so good! In fact, Saturday, when I walked out of there, it was enough for me that I felt great! But then to see the second glance from the twenty-something stud at the corner.. Well that was enough to justify a bigger tip next time.
Ode to Damien the hair guy, I love you.
Thursday, July 01, 2004
Thank You Honey, You're the Worst
I'd like to personally thank my husband for buying the kiddie yogurt last night and putting it on the bottom shelf.
You know, the yogurt my almost 3-yr-old just used to fingerpaint three upholstered chairs, a keyboard, monitor, desk and mouse.
Thank you honey. I love you too. Have a great day at work.
Gina
Wednesday, June 30, 2004
Why can't it be JUST a phone?
Why must you pay $60 a month for a cell phone PLUS the cost of the phone?
Why can't you just get a PHONE? You know, the ones that you dial a number, talk, hang up and maybe get voice mail from?
Why does a phone need all this ... STUFF?!
games
voice activation
a camera
text messaging
web access
full color display
animation
downloads
scheduler
world clock
alarm clock
voice memo
task list
memo pad
calculator
countdown
gazillion ringtones
3-way calling
call forwarding
key chimes
I just want a PHONE that I can carry with me. No, I don't need a fancy case and belt clip to go with that.
Yes, I do suppose I'll be needing the ear piece to chat in the car.
Can I just get a phone though?
No?
Just a phone, though?
Nope.
Monday, June 28, 2004
Let's get woo-woo!
I've been carrying negative feelings towards the hubster for a couple of weeks now. It's not good. Negativity feeds itself and it snowballs.
Add this to my state of PMS last week and it's even worse.
I forget that even when he's a pain in the ass, I do have a man who can TALK. Sometimes we don't get anywhere, but for the majority, we do. Or we're able to call a truce.
We sat down and chatted about all of these little aspects of our relationship and life that's been bugging us, and the next day was wonderful!
The negativity was gone, I felt like I was on cloud nine!
It's not that I need a man, but rather, I need positive things in the relationships I do have. I have found over the years that I do not do well in negative situations and stressful relationships.
I have walked away from friends and others because of this.
I need partnerships. I need give and take and everyone brings something to the table.
Since our chat, we're doing much better, and doing so with a genuine smile and some cuddles. We've had these times before, and we'll have them again. The difference is, this man can talk. He can listen. And because of his powers in communication, and just plain maturity with age and experience, I've also learned how to settle down, talk and listen.
No more drama! Life with my son is hard enough, I don't extra negative drama too.
It may sound all woo-woo but I truly believe if you surround yourself with positive people and thoughts, you're much healthier and positive yourself.
I've chosen that route after living my entire life in a negative drama. I can literally FEEL the difference this has on my mind, body and soul, and my kids and hubby will prosper too :)
Thursday, June 24, 2004
I still haven't touched it
As I sit here, knowing I need to get this article done, I still haven't touched it. Why?
