Thursday, October 28, 2004

Could they BE any sweeter?

Sometimes I get a feeling when I'm at work, where I really, really want to be at home. I know, most people get that feeling. Yesterday I actually got a lump in my throat because I missed my kids so much. A lump so big that it gave me horrible acid reflux and I have a sore throat from it today. Sigh.

This morning, Max had a croupy sounding cough & little Tess just cried when I got her up. She's had a runny nose & she just feels like poop, I can see it in her eyes. On our way to the sitters, I was getting teary-eyed because I just wanted to stay home with my babies. And when I told my wonderful kids that mommy was sorry that she had to go to work today, you know what they said? First Max said "It's OK, mommy", then Tessa added her own little "OK, mommy".

Do I deserve kids this great?

When we got to the sitter's house, they both put on happy faces and went skipping inside. Tessa jumped in Julie's arms, and Max unloaded his trains on the coffee table and promised to share them with all the other kids. Then they told me "bye-bye mommy, have a good day". Now it's almost time to go home, and I can't wait to see them again.

Wednesday, October 27, 2004

Big Perm McRooter

If there was any more moisture in my hair today, I'd be a walking thunderstorm. Seriously, my normally straight/half-wavy hair has blown up to a fro. No amount of hair products can calm it down.

Why the hell is it warm and humid at the end of October anyway? What the hell is going on, Mother Nature?

Tuesday, October 26, 2004

Cora's 'I don't like what you're doing' Face

The Snarl
Originally uploaded by kchanley.
My brother Kevin taught his little girl how to scrunch up her little nose at people. It is one of the cutest things I've ever seen a baby do. She's really, really good at it too. She will do the face whenever she sees someone she doesn't know (or me when I've been a deadbeat Aunt), or when someone's doing something that she isn't too crazy about.

Sista Sara finally got a picture of 'the face'. I think she had to scare the bejezus out of the baby to get her to do it.

Monday, October 25, 2004

Halloween Parties and Sugar Highs

Last Saturday night Max & I went to the coolest Halloween Party for kids. They had tons of food, tons of games & prizes, a hayride, and a haunted house. Jenny's mom even provided pumpkins for all the kids to decorate. She dumped a huge Rubbermaid container of craft supplies on a table and gave each kid a plate of glue so they could go to town. I have to admit that I decorated my own pumpkin, for Tessa of course!

Max had a blast, and so did I. We left no-nap Tessa at home with sick Daddy. I was totally shocked that Max went through the Haunted House, and kind of afraid myself since there was a chainsaw man at the end. I am deathly afraid of chainsaws. I blame it on watching Texas Chainsaw Massacre when I was way too young. What shocked me the most is that Max went through the house twice! The second time he was planning on scaring the 'scarers', but ended up covering his ears and clenching his eyes as tight as he could while I pushed him through. I can't believe my sweet boy didn't just have a meltdown in the middle of the whole thing.

Last night we had to go to another Halloween Party at the Christian Church. Terry & Tessa joined us this time. It was fun, and we got a nice orange cake from the cake walk. Just what we need, more sugar. Why in the hell to people insist on shoving candy down my kids throats? They don't have to put up with them while they are having a 2 hour sugar rush, that's why.

I hate all the stupid candy that we get on Holidays. I'm going to hand out pencils or toothbrushes for Halloween. Don't come to my house, I'm giving out shitty treats.

Wednesday, October 20, 2004

This Bud's for You

This Bud's for You
Originally uploaded by kchanley.
I almost hate to admit this.

This morning I had a bit of trouble getting my jeans on. Well, I had a problem getting them over my fat ass but once they were up they zipped just fine. That's the last time these jeans go in the dryer!

Terry said I should be in a Bud Light know the cheesey ones with the really deep voice?

"For all the Thirty Year Old Women in Jeans that are way too tight...this Bud's for you".

Ha ha.

Monday, October 18, 2004

Monday Baker's Dozen

Tantrum Mode
Originally uploaded by kchanley.
From my playgroup board, 12 things and a picture to describe my weekend:

1. It's nice when DH & I both get off work early on Friday and have lunch together, just the 2 of us!
2. Naps are very, very good on fall days.
3. It's awfully hectic trying to get 2 kids, 1 husband, and myself ready for a wedding.
4. My kids are pretty much well behaved in public.
5. Until the maid of honor gives a terrific speech, then Tessa decides to yell "IT'S MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
6. Tessa isn't afraid of big 8 year olds, especially if she thinks they might be trying to take her seat.
7. My sister-in-law is hilarious when she has too much wine.
8. My husband can be a bigger brat than my kids.
9. Max loves the Disney movies with "Herbie", even though he calls the car "Fetchy" LOL.
10. I can spend an entire paycheck in a couple of days.
11. I wore my pajamas ALL DAY Sunday.
12. One of my Best Friends found out she was pregnant with her first child. YAY!

Thursday, October 14, 2004

Like Mother, Like Daughter

I get to Mom & Dad's yesterday after work and I can tell that Tessa has been crying. My poor little girl, what in the world could've happened?


Apparently, she stepped in and squatted down. Then when she tried to stand up her back and knees would block her from getting up. So, she started screaming, screaming, screaming, like only Tessa does. Mom panicked, Max started crying and Tessa is screaming. I'm sure that my hysterical mother didn't help little soft-hearted Max at all, his Tessa-ree was stuck!

Mom called Dad for help, no answer. Mom called Terry for help, no answer. Mom called Kurt and told him that Cora (yes, Cora, not Tessa) was stuck. Our Local Hero Kurt busts through the door within moments of receiving the phone call and proceeds to remove Tessa from the crock. By telling her to calm down. I don't know what he was thinking, she is only 2. It took him a couple of minutes and he finally got her out, poor little Tessa had pooped while she was stuck.

**Just a thought, maybe she was trying to poop in the crock. She peed in Max's puke bowl when he had the stomach flu. Maybe that's what she was doing!**

I don't know why Mom freaked out, she has experience with this. I got stuck in a crock as a kid. Not the same crock, but a bigger one. I wish I would've had my camera. I could've taken a mother/daughter/big crock/little crock picture.

Tuesday, October 12, 2004

First, Last, Now

Borrowed this from Drama Queen


First job: Donut Bank
First screen name: kdawn74, not very original
First funeral: My great grandma Dolly. I was 14.
First pet: The first one I really remember was my yellow dog, Missy. Missy ate the second pets I really remember, my rabbits.
First piercing: My ears, I don't remember what grade, maybe 3rd?
First tattoo: A flower on my left shoulder. I passed out.
First credit card: My Lazarus card with $100 limit.
First kiss: John Goedde
First enemy: Hmmm, Cindy H. made me miserable my sophomore year of HS. Her and all her friends that would give me the evil eye. Stupid whores. Cindy apologized later, but her "friends" did not.


Last car ride: My lunch. Had bloodwork done, exchanged clothes at Old Navy, went to the bank, and picked up food.
Last kiss: This morning. I think Tessa got the last one today.
Last movie watched: Mean Girls
Last beverage drank: Coffee. Well, 1/2 coffee, 1/2 hot chocolate. Reducing the caffeine, ya know.
Last food consumed: Chicken BLT Salad from Wendy's
Last phone call: Diane from Kankakee School District telling me the check will be mailed this week.
Last time showered: This morning
Last CD played: Poison's Greatest Hits 1986 - 1996. Lame, I know, but it's a Classic.
Last website visited: My August 2002 Playgroup Board


Single or taken: Happily taken!
Gender: Female
Birthday: September 25
Sign: Libra
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Hazel/green
Shoe size: 9 1/2
Height: 5'6"
Wearing: Black pants, white 3/4 sleeved t-shirt, and favorite black boots.
Drinking: Nothing
Thinking about: Is it time to go home yet?
Listening to: A stupid political ad. I'll be so glad when this election is OVER.

Monday, October 11, 2004

Get Healthy or Die

So I go for my regular check-up and my blood pressure is through the roof. 148/88! I was like, this can not be right. We have a family history of high blood pressure, but I didn't know it started at thirty.

The doctor didn't seem too concerned, however, I'm scared that I'm going to fall over dead at any moment. The nurse & I had a nice talk about it, and she told me to do the following:

1. Reduce my salt intake. I don't salt my food usually, but I'm going to have to go back to making stuff from scratch rather than buying the processed stuff (like gravy, yummy, yummy onion gravy). It's just so much easier to buy a meal kit, but it's yummier when it's home made.

2. Cut back on Caffeine. This should be fun.

3. Quit drinking Cokes. I can drink Diet Rite. Blech. I'll drink water instead.

Neither the nurse nor the doc said anything about my smoking problem, but Terry & I decided yesterday that it's time to cut back on the cigarettes. Baby Steps. Eventually I'll quit or be a total closet smoker like my mother, so everyone thinks I'm a non-smoker, but really I'm a smoker.

To all who know me in real life, I'm apologizing now for being a caffeine deprived bitch.

I'm hoping that this was just a freak thing, because I ate a half pound of bacon yesterday for breakfast and last week was the Fall Festival. I was swollen for 2 days from the salt and grease intake from my lunch there. I knew it was a bad idea to have frog legs, then a funnel cake, then a brain sandwich, all washed down with a Mt. Dew. I shudder at the thought now.

Laurie, my dear nurse friend, I'm not sure if you read this regularly. If you do, I'm sure you'll be calling me to lecture me on the dangers of smoking. Again. I await your phone call.


Originally uploaded by kchanley.
Terry took Max to the shop on Saturday, leaving Tessa with me. It was a nice day so Tessa and I were sitting outside while I drank my morning coffee. She grabbed my hand, told me "get your copp-ee" and marched around to the back yard. For the next hour, Tessa and I played in the back yard. First we sat on the hammock, then she moved to the tire swing, then to the regular swing where I could push her. Then, she decided that I should be swinging too, and we both must lean all the way back so we are looking upside down. Our backyard looks so different upside down, it's really beautiful. For an entire hour, it was just me & my favorite girl. I don't think I've ever seen Tessa so happy, just to have her mom all to herself, with nothing to do but play. God, I love this kid.

Thursday, October 07, 2004

Dead Batteries

Max: "Mommy, can I play a video game?"
Me: "Just for a minute, then we have to go to work."
Terry: "The batteries are dead."
Me: "The batteries are dead? Did someone leave it on?"
Terry: "I think Max did...."
Max: looking at me with big puppy eyes... "I'm sorry I killed your batteries mom. I'm very sorry I killed your batteries."

Wednesday, October 06, 2004

The Truck He Loves

Old Beater
Originally uploaded by kchanley.
This is the truck that I have to put up with because it belongs to The Man I Love. I cringe at the thought of it in our driveway, totally clashing with my PT Cruiser and our Brady Bunch Era Tri-Level. It just SCREAMS "Old Beater".

It was given to my husband by his step mother, after his bio-dad passed away over 4 years ago. Given that it has such sentimental value, I dare not mess with the sacred old beater. It's one of the few things that Terry has from his bio-dad. I will admit I wish it was something that didn't have to reside in the front of my house. I've suggested that he park it in our garage, but then where would he have room to work on THE CAR? That's another story entirely, that I will save for another day.

Terry worked on the truck this past weekend, installing a stereo with a CD player, and new rearview mirrors on the monster. He also stepped away from the truck and it rolled down a hill into a willow tree, putting a huge dent in the tailgate and trashing the back bumper. I was thankful that the kids were inside when this happened and all Terry could say was "and just when I was about finished with the body work..." HUH?????????

Monday, October 04, 2004


Everybody is always complaining about Mondays. First day of the work week, the weekend is over. I have never really hated Monday, I am always pretty much ready to get back to work after a weekend at home. Plus, its 80's Monday on WPSR 90.7, so I have something good to listen to on my long ass commute. You can't get much better than a commercial free 80's Monday.

Today is different.

Max has a headache and doesn't want to go to J's or school. Tessa vomited during supper last night and has horrid gas today. Thankfully, Mom offered to take Tessa so I could come to work to type in my blog. Actually, I really need to work, I'll get to that later. I gave Max some Motrin and promised that he could go to Nana's after school, and off he went. I was running late anyway and Tessa (of course) had to give me a hard time getting dressed and going this morning.

I had to drive to work with my little donut spare tire, because some dumb drywall guy left a nail/screw in the driveway. He should be fired. Oh well, Raben repairs them for free if you bought the tires there & I needed an oil change anyway so I'll just say that the drywall guy is VERY, VERY LUCKY. Plus, he put the little donut on my car when he saw I had the flat. I think I'll let him live.

My day could be much worse. I wish I could listen to commercial free 80's Monday in my office. I can't get the station through these prison-like cinder block walls in here. Maybe I just need a new radio.

Saturday, October 02, 2004

Some Friendly Anti-Terrorism Protection Tips

I found this link on another blog I read. Please review, so that you will be SAFE in the event of a Terrorist Attack.

Friday, October 01, 2004

Shake Shake Shake

The Shake
Originally uploaded by kchanley.
Max has a shake. Two of them actually. The first one started when he was about 5 months old. He would clench his fists and shake and of course I thought he was autistic, because I'd never seen anything like it. We later found out that this is an excited shake, any time he sees something SUPER exciting to him he still does the shake. He hasn't been doing it too much lately, but I caught him doing it once on our train ride last month, and in this picture he's just finished pouring a bunch of rice into a funnel. It must have been really cool to watch it pour out of the bottom because he had the whole shake thing going on again.

His other shake is his butt. His wonderful Aunt Kara taught him to "shake his butt" when she used to babysit for him as a toddler. She also taught him "TA-DA" and a fake passing out which included an "I'm sooooo dizzy" and then he would fall on the floor with his hand on his forehead.

Anyway, thanks to Kara, Max often referred to his butt as a shake, until about 6 months ago, when his shake turned back into a butt. I wish it was still a shake, it was much cuter when he referred to his 'shake'.