Tuesday, May 31, 2005

My husband thinks he's funny

My Hubs. He thinks he's a comedian. No seriously. He has a dry sense of humor. It kills me when he tries to make a snappy comment. But I guess other people appreciate it.

We were going nicely on the freeway when a bronze Grand Prix passed us. The Hubs decided to pace that driver. Not long after he got behind the Grand Prix.

Hubs: Shoot

Me: What?

Hubs: Okay. It's okay. That cop isjust getting on the freeway.

The Hubs gets over to the right lane (it's a 2-laner) and slows down a little. The Grand Prix also gets to the right ahead of us. The Hubs drives along nervously. I can tell when the highway patrolman gets closer because the Hubs eyes dart to the mirrors checking. I just look ahead.

The patrolman gets even with the Hubs. The Hubs looks over at him. The patrolman points to the side of the road. Yes! The Hubs got snagged! Then the patrolman turns on his lights and goes after the Grand Prix. Interestingly enough, the Grand Prix starts to get to the side of the road not 2 seconds after the lights are turned on. I mean, the patrolcar wasn't even CLOSE to the Grand Prix.

So there we are at the side of the road. The Grand Prix in front. The patrolcar in the middle. We are at the rear. The patrolman gets the info from the Grand Prix first. Then the patrolman walks back to us. We open my window and hand over his license, registration, and insurance cards.

Officer: Sir, do you know how fast you were going?

Hubs: No. I don't. I was keeping pace with that girl in front of me.

Officer: Well sir. The guy in front of you was clocked at 86 mph.

Hubs: Oh. Okay.

The patrolman walks back to his car. The driver of the Grand Prix stands in the dirt next to the passenger door of the patrolcar. The patrolman writes up whatever and chats with the driver. It takes more than 10 minutes before they are done. The patrolman then walks back to us and asks my husband to come up to the patrolcar. The patrolman writes up whatever and chats with my husband. It takes another 5 minutes before my Hubs is back in the car.

[chuckle-chuckle]

Me: What's up honey?

Hubs: I only got a warning.

Me: A warning?

Hubs: Yup. A warning. The officer asked me again if I knew what speed I was going. I told him again that I didnt' know. That I was keeping pace with the girl in the Grand Prix.

Me: Yeah...

Hubs: Then the officer says to me. 'You realize sir that the driver was a guy' And I said 'Well, it looked like a chick to me!' The officer cracked up!

You see...the driver had long blonde shaggy hair (obviously a dye job). My husband thought the driver was a girl. The officer was highly amused by my husband's observation. And only gave him a warning. Dry humor. Who would think that it would get us out of having some higher insurance?

Quick overview of our trip

Our visit to see my family was so much fun. As normal, I'm very tired. Too much activity. Not enough sleep.

The drive out on Friday took a little longer than normal -- almost 7 hours. The Hubs got stopped. Thankfully, Officer Ortega only gave my Hubs a warning. But that stop cost us about 20 minutes of drive time. Thankfully, the kidlings were passed out and didn't notice our unexpected stop.

We celebrated the birthday of Sis#2 on Saturday. We hung out at her house. My BIL's family was there too. The kidlings played with their cousins outside ALL day long. We all took turns playing outside with the kids. We threw footballs and played catch. Even my Mom took turns trying to throw into the football net (she made it too!). The Bear didn't get a nap in that afternoon. He konked out in the truck on the ride back to my Mom's.

We went to Legoland on Sunday. It was my Mom, LilSis, Niece#4 (Sis#2's middle child), the Princess, and myself. We got there about 10am and left about 3pm. We meandered slowly through the place. Really mesmerized by the intricacy of the many & varied pieces. The girls got their faces painted. We had a leisurely lunch. We laughed. We walked. We got tired. Really a good time.

Yesterday, we had a feast at IHOP. We hung out at my parents' house after that. We talked. We played board games. Got more details on the changes that'll be happening in my parents house (home improvements remember?). My kidlings played more with Niece#4 and LilSis boyfriend (more on him on a different post). Around 2pm, we packed up for the long drive home. Uneventful. We made it back in less than 6 hours.

It was a fantastic visit. No stress. Just talking. Laughing. Getting caught up. I can't wait until the Princess and I go out again in about month for LilSis graduation ceremony.

Friday, May 27, 2005

I leave you with photos of the kidlings

So long...farewell...

Have a GREAT weekend!

Here's our little helper stirring up the batter. Note the "Princess" label on the jammies.

Check the Bear out. He's running back and forth in front of the fireplace. He's watching himself!

Here he is saying "No more pictures!" in his babbletalk.

Finally, the Princess is taking a soak in our tub -- pretending she's a mermaid.

Taking a few days off

I'll be gone for the next few days. We're heading out to visit my family.

We're exiting the 105 degree (& now humid) place we call home and sacking out in the mild mid-70s of my parents abode. Woo-hoo!

To Do Before 3pm:

  1. Get the kids' outfits selected
  2. Get the kids' clothes packed
  3. Get the kids' toiletries packed
  4. Don't forget those diapers!
  5. Breakfast/Snack/Lunch - fix it all & clean it up
  6. Vacuum the carpets
  7. Sweep the tiled areas
  8. Clean all the toilets
  9. Wipe down all the sinks/counters
  10. Wipe down all the mirrors
  11. Get any remaining dirty clothes & towels into the laundryroom
  12. Get the Bear to nap
  13. Get my outfits selected
  14. Get my clothes packed
  15. Get my toiletries packed

Thankfully, I was able to get all the laundry washed today. I've got a bunch of clean items to select outfits from. Now why am I cleaning the house before I leave? Because I thoroughly hate coming home to a dirty house. I'd rather just dump the clothing out of all the luggage and deal with that mess. That's enough to get done, right?

Hope you all have a wonderful 3-day weekend with your family and friends!

Thursday, May 26, 2005

Weddings

I watched "Rob & Amber Get Married" the other night. This got me to thinking about weddings in general.

Wedding party

We had a total of 10 people in our wedding party. 1 ringbearer. 1 flowergirl. 3 Groomsmen. 3 Bridesmaids. 1 Bestman. 1 Maid of Honor. Pretty typical, right? I know people who have only had a bestman and a maid of honor in their wedding party. I know people who have had 10 ladies and 10 gentlemen in their wedding party. I don't really think the number in a wedding party really matters. Just as long as you honor the people in your life. I think the people in your wedding party reflect those people who have been or are currently in your life. People who have watched your relationship to your significant other develop and mature. My Hubs has a male cousin who is getting married next year. The bride? She had 6 bridesmaids and 1 Maid of Honor selected maybe two weeks after getting engaged. The male cousin? The groom? He has his best man selected. That's it. I've heard comments from Hub's side along the lines of the bride has SO many girls in the bridal party. So WHAT! It's her wedding! I'm sure she's been dreaming about who she'd have in her wedding with her since she was a little girl. Don't fault her for knowing this.

Day or night?

I had a late morning wedding with a lunch reception. I opted for that route because I didn't have the funds to have a late afternoon wedding with a dinner reception. I did enjoy my late morning wedding. The only issue was that I had to wake up so early in the morning to get ready. Granted, I did have a hair and makeup lady show up and get me dolled up. But it was still hard hauling myself up out of bed that morning. What was great about a morning wedding is that we got it over with. I didn't have to wait ALL day for the event to begin. I got up. Got ready. Got to the church. Got hitched. Went to the reception. No waiting around twittling my thumbs anxiously.

Who to invite?

When my older sister got married, she invited whoever my Mom told her to put on the list. So did my BIL. This resulted in a HUGE number at the reception. Me? I put my foot down. My Mom had this thing that if people were related to us that they needed to be invited. But what if I didn't actually KNOW these people? She still wanted me to invite them. Granted, they didn't necessarily have to end up coming. But why invite people if I didn't know them? Also, why invited people who have no IMPACT on my life? People we hadn't spoken to in years? Why? Tell me! Why? Much to my Mom's chagrin, I shortened the list she gave me. I let a few families slip by that I would have preferred not be invited though. I let her "win a little" but I "won the battle." On my husband's side? There are just so many blood relatives. Both my MIL & my FIL have 6 siblings each. All the siblings on each side are married. All of them have kids. That's a bunch of family.

Payments?

No wedding planner here. I organized my wedding. I carried a 3-ring binder with all my information. I grew up in the city where I got married, so I knew what I wanted. I chose the church and the pastor that presided over the event. I chose the reception site. I selected the florist and the arrangements. I chose the DJ. I chose the style of my girls' dresses and a seamstress to put them together. I found a photographer too. I paid for all these things.

Hubs organized and paid for the honeymoon. Or should I say the travel agent organized our honeymoon? Nonetheless, the honeymoon was my husband's responsibility. But it was a fantastic honeymoon. One that I desperately needed.

My parents ended up splitting the cost of the reception with me. My parents also paid for the rehearsal dinner -- we took over a local pizza joint. We had all the out-of-towners on the Hubs' side for dinner so we could spend more time with them. They also hosted a wedding gift opening later on that evening at their house.## Hubs parents? They paid for the reception bar tab.

Small church? Big church?

The question for some is...do you invite a bunch of people to the church or just a select few? Do you invite everyone from the reception to the church? Hard question. The church we had the ceremony at was very large and could accommodate everyone, so we invited everyone to both the ceremony and the reception. It was my fantasy church. It was full of light.

Small reception? Big reception?

I would have settled for a small reception, but with all the family? We had a big reception. 125 people or so. I would have preferred it be half of that, but it spiraled out of control at the end. I could only handle so much before I said "WHATEVER!" But the Hubs and I had a good time, so that's all that mattered. We had a buffet instead of a sit down meal. It was a lunchtime reception so we felt it was appropriate. When certain people heard it was going to be a buffet, they were like "What? Why not a sit-down meal?" I never know what I want to eat when I go out. A buffet allowed each guest to decide what he or she wanted to eat. Granted, the DJ had to coordinate the tables going to the buffet table and all the guests had to listen and cooperate. But hey! If they want to eat, then they have to cooperate. Everyone ended up enjoying the food.

Alcohol

For some odd reason, when my Hubs family gets together there's always alcohol. Beer is the drink of choice. A couple weeks before the wedding, the Hubs mother asked him if there was going to be an open bar. Open bar? At an afternoon reception? We hadn't even thought about it. Now WHO would pay for that? Well, the Hubs ended up feeling pressured into having it. Thank goodness, his parents decided to cover the cost. I seriously have no clue as to WHY having alcohol is so necessary at a family gathering. Can't these people have a good time without it?

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Weddings can be a pain in the neck to coordinate. If you aren't being helpful to the bride and groom, then shut your traps. If you aren't paying for something, then your opinion DOES NOT count. If you're not actually contributing your time to organizing the event, then stay out of the bride and groom's way. This way....the bride and the groom can get things done without anyone's belly-aching hanging on their every move. Just enjoy the event when it comes. Again. Stay out of their way. It's THEIR DAY! THEIR DAY! Not yours.

No seriously. Weddings are my all-time favorite kind of party. I enjoy watching a ceremony. I love the fighting of tears. I love the nervousness of the bride or the groom. I like to watch as they walk down the aisle as "Husband & Wife" with huge smiles on their faces. It's an amazing moment. A new start to a new life together.

## Only my Hubs' parents showed up for this. My parents had planned it as another opportunity for the out-of-towners to gather together. Hubs' family? They all made arrangements to meet up at some bar.

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Tagged

I've been tagged by Sarangeti

1. Total number of films I own on DVD/video: 15 or so

2. The last film I bought: Lion King II

3. The last film I watched: The Toy Story (this morning)

4. Five films that I watch a lot or that mean a lot to me (in no particular order):

    • Armageddon
    • You've Got Mail
    • Miss Congeniality
    • Starship Troopers
    • Aliens

5. Tag 3 people (this was originally 6) and have them put this in their journal:

HI, I'm ...

It's always so nice to meet new people. Now that we've moved to our HOUSE, the prospect of meeting new Moms, Dads, and kids is an exciting event.

This morning, the kiddos and I went to the park. The same park we went to on Monday morning. This time we got there about 8:30am -- when it wasn't oppressively hot. We stayed just over an hour.

Around 9am, one of the Moms in our subdivision stopped by with her two youngest (almost 5 & 3). I'd left a note in her mailbox to let her know I'd be doing an early morning park visit. So I was happy to see her and her two young ones. Our children had never met so it was nice to see them run around the play area together. She and I finally had an opportunity to chat and get to know one another. It was so nice! I'd forgotten how nice it could be. To just be in the park while the kids play and TALK to another adult. Not having to run to separate the kids because they're fighting. It's funny how the park brings out fantastic behavior in the kids.

As she and I were chatting about the upcoming school term, another Mom overheard our conversation. She broke in with questions about the local schools. The gal and her family had just moved to the area 3 weeks prior and were at a loss as to what to do during the long hot summer. She had questions about preschools and elementary schools. Turns out that her hubby was also a prior military man. So we had LOTS in common.

It's amazing how enjoyable it is to meet new people. Especially people who play an "active" role in their kids lives. During our conversation, each one of us kept active tabs on our kids. Even as we were chatting our eyes would scan the play area to make sure our kids were okay. Each one of us had to break away to comfort and help one of our kids. We didn't just idly chat amongst ourselves and let the kids fend for themselves. We made sure our kids were safe and they weren't causing issues for any other kids. You parents out there KNOW what I mean.

So I'm feeling even more comfortable living in the area we've selected. In Fall 2006, we'll have a new elementary school for our area. Sometime in Spring 2006, we'll have a new HUGE park area about 3/4 of a mile down the road. It'll have a couple baseball fields. A couple soccer fields. A basketball court. A volleyball court. A dog park. A playground. A huge open grass area. A water play area (a bunch of sprinklers). And a library! Woohoo! FUN!

Anyway, when you're at the park with your kids...do you tend to keep to yourself? or do you find yourselves drawn to others?

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Irrational behavior

Movies. They get the Hubs and I talking about stuff. We both react to certain scenes the same way.

There's always a scene that I hate. We've all seen it. When someone is acting hysterical when they are in danger? Like in those scary movies when a character is a blithering idiot when they are being stalked instead of logically thinking what to do? The screaming. The nonsense talk. The out of control crying. DRIVES. ME. CRAZY!

I have to say that when my Hubs and I watch movies or shows when a character is acting hysterical. I'll turn to him and say...

"If we're ever in any danger and I go off the deep end like that? You have permission to smack me."

Yes! I've given him permission to give me a good smack across my face. But ONLY in those type of situations. Situations where he needs me to be calm and think logically. When we're in danger and I need to be lucid. I'd rather have a red mark across my face rather than be eaten, stabbed, or run over.

Wouldn't you?

Now what kinds of scenes in movies drive you crazy?