A Shout Out to My Husband

Not only did my beloved husband get a letter printed in issue 90 of Ultimate Spider-Man..he is also a kick-ass Daddy.

How many dads out there would put on a Spa-Evening for his little girls complete with a bubbly foot soak, cucumber slices on the eyes, backrubs, finger and toenail polishing, a girly movie, AND a snack?

Not too darn many. He even included his wife in the spa treatments, minus the nail polishing.

Why I am sure you are asking was I left out of the nail polishing?

Because.....

He made an appointment AND paid for my mani/pedi which happens tomorrow morning.

He's a mighty good man, my beloved.

I think I will keep him around.

My (sniff) Baby (sniff, SNIFF) is 5 today (Bwahhhhh!!)

#2 turns 5 years old today. 5 YEARS OLD!

This has been REALLY tough for me to accept.

As she is still attending pre-school I can still technically call her a pre-schooler. However, in a little over one month's time I won't even be able to say that. She will be a.. a...(GULP) Kindergartner.

I won't be calling her that until she walks through that classroom door, you can bet on that.

Meanwhile I must continue preparing myself for the last day of preschool. I have been preparing since her last day of preschool last school year. I only have about 8 weeks or so left to prepare.

Some of you are probably wondering what I could possibly be up to that is requiring so much preparation.

My goal..to refrain from being a complete and total blubbering mess that day. They always have a family sing along and show all these pictures of the kids from the school year while some sappy song plays. I have to say that things are not looking good for me. Not good at all. I am getting all teary now just thinking and writing about it.

So I suppose I should start coming up with my excuses, ploys to cover my crying, and plotting out quick escape routes from the preschool if things reach total crises.

I used to be rock before I had kids. Rarely had a crying spell. Immediately after giving birth to the first one the floodgates opened and I swear to God they have not shut since.

Sigh.

So Happy Birthday #2.

She is not officially 5 until 10:04 PM CST.

So I can pretend she is still my tiny little 4 year old for another hour and 8 minutes.

Hottie of the week (Long overdue edition)

I have been far too neglectful about my hottie posting.

But I am back today baby!

This week's hottie has a somewhat interesting criminal history, that tainted my admiration of him for awhile.

I got over it, and see no need to dwell on his unfortunate incident.

He is still darn cute, and his charming little stutter sets my heart aflutter.

So may I present this week's hottie......

Hugh Grant.

Maybe I should offer memberships

My treadmill was looking a little lonely, so I decided to spend my birthday money on a new friend to add to the dungeon gym we are developing here at Chez Moi.

Today the UPS person brought my new recumbent bike!

My Beloved Husband..gem of guy he is, hurried to put it together before I got home from work.

I just finished my first go..and I love it!

It is pretty much silent, which is nice (I don't like loud and the treadmill with the TV...you can hear it clearly on the second floor and we have our "gym" set up in the basement) and the best part is that I can read comfortably while exercising which is very exciting to me. (I have trouble reading on the treadmill, too bouncy and we don't have good light overhead.)

For my first go round I biked for half an hour and according to the digital readout I was ranging between 10-12 MPH, biked the equivalent of 6 miles, and burned almost 400 calories. That was at the lowest resistance level.

They weren't lying about working your thighs, hips, and butt. Walking may be a challenge tomorrow.

The quest for fitness continues!

They still allow him to perform??

What the hell?

Doesn't he just eat chicken now or something???

Why did anyone think this was a good idea?

Anyone??

I need to understand.

While I am on a movie kick

I really REALLY enjoyed Ocean's 11.

I didn't hate Ocean's 12.

I can not get enthusiastic about Ocean's 13.

I loves me some Clooney, Pitt, and Damon action but enough already I say.

I will however

Recommend Garden State. I watched it again last night for the second time and liked it even better than I did the first.

If you don't see the movie at least check out the soundtrack.

I have had it for at least a year and it STILL gets played all the time.

Buy it now.

You won't be sorry.

Addendum

Apparently the comedian listed in the post below has a movie coming out this week.

I believe he plays a health inspector if I heard the advertisement correctly.

I will not see nor recommend the movie either.

Eh

Not sure what my deal is, but I am just not feeling it with the blog postings these days.

I have really been struggling coming up with even semi-interesting things to write about.

Must be blogger block or something. (That sounds like some colon-related disease to me.)

Stuff I have been thinking about:

Beloved and I watched a Larry the Cable Guy stand-up DVD the other day. Beloved had added it to our Netflix queue a while back, because he wanted to see for himself what all the fuss was about.

It was interesting... I'll give it that. I didn't laugh much. That brand of humor is just not my cup of tea, and there was a definite conservative bent to it that I found off-putting. Beloved was correct in that he had a very interesting style of delivery. He did not say Git r done every 30 seconds as I feared he would. I just don't get why he calls himself Larry the Cable Guy.

I won't recommend that you go out and rent it. I don't plan to seek out any more of his specials or DVDs.

It is spring break around these parts and I have been a bit grouchy about going to work while every one else is home. With my new job I can't take any time off until I have been there for 6 months. That will be August. It's gonna be a long summer for me.

Well folks I think that is all for now. Hopefully my blog doldrums will abate with all due haste.

Ciao.

Bad BAD Blogger!!

Yeah I have been really crappy about posting recently.

So let's get the excuses over with...

I have been busy.
I have been tired.
I have just not felt it the past several days.
I have been exercising.

That should cover it.

I have some things I have been thinking about, so there should be more posts in the future.

Meanwhile....

My treadmill awaits.

What have you been up to since we last talked?

Why didn't someone stop me?

Oh.My.God.

I totally need some sort of painful electric shock administered to my ass when I go out to a good restaurant that stops me from eating once I have reached capacity.

I think that would be a great thing for restaurants. "Smoking, non-smoking, or ass-shock section?"

That is all I am saying for now. I gotta get out of these jeans and lay down. It makes the overindulgence pooch look smaller, and need I even mention the comfort factor?

Help me.

Shout out to....

ME!

Yes friends today is my birthday.

So happy birthday to me.

I've been thinking

about taking up some kind of hobby.

Something creative-like.

Ideas I have had...

Knitting
Crocheting
Scrapbooking

Yeah that is about as far as I have gotten. Nothing outlandish in that list, but I am ok with that. I am just looking for something different to do that is on the crafty side of things.

I will keep you posted as to my decision as I know that all three of you who read this blog will be beside yourselves with anticipation.

I am also open to ideas and suggestions.

Please know that I plan to virtually slap anyone who suggests underwater basket weaving.

'Cause it's my blog and I will virtual slap if I want too.

I seem to be getting a little cranky in my old age.

Checking in

Nothing much of note going on around here.

Beloved is knee-deep into production week for his latest directorial venture at the high school.

That means extra parent/domestic duties for me.

Having said that I must leave you to wash the laundry that didn't get done over the weekend and fold the laundry that did.

Ta.

No Whammies!

Definitely no more whammies now.

My thoughts on animation

I never was a kid who got up at the ass crack of dawn to watch cartoons on Saturday mornings.

(I never was a kid to get up early for anything truth be told.)

The problem I think is that I was born too late for the cartoons that I appreciate. The ones that appealed to me were done from the late 40's-60's.

I recall the before and after school children's TV offerings on good ol' Channel 41 when I was in grade school. They showed the old Tom and Jerry, Woody Woodpecker, and my all time favorite...

Tex Avery!

Y'know Droopy, and the opera singing dog, the wolf, the flea circus?

Classics that can still make me nearly pee my pants from laughing so hard.

The Cartoon Network used to have a half hour show just of Tex Avery classics, I don't know if that is still the case. If not I know you can find collections on video.

I highly encourage you to check them out.

The Pirate's Life For Me!

Thanks to the Girl In Black for this little bit o' fun.
I do try hard not to smell bad by the way.

My pirate name is:

Dirty Bess Flint

You're the pirate everyone else wants to throw in the ocean -- not to get rid of you, you understand; just to get rid of the smell. Like the rock flint, you're hard and sharp. But, also like flint, you're easily chipped, and sparky. Arr!

Get your own pirate name from fidius.org.

Sports: A Rant

I notice that it is time for the Big 12,13, 14 whatever it is basketball tournament.

This crap really gets on my nerves.

Sports, sport teams, and people who try to impose their sports fanatcism on me REALLY annoy the bejesus out of me.

The truth of the matter..... I just don't see what the big deal is.

I simply can not and will not get worked up about it.

What truly astounds me is that there are a LOT of people out there that just assume that everyone has a team that they root for. Many is the time I have been asked, "Are you a KU or KState fan?" I always reply, "Neither." Then I am asked, "which team is "mine?" I alway say, "none." To which the person making the inquiry nearly always gasps in horror, "None!? What do you mean none?!!" I usually take this opportunity to inform the person that I do not care for sports. I don't watch and I don't follow any of them. If I am lucky I have so stunned the person they just walk away mumbling to themselves. Sometimes the person will try and bully me to making some kind, ANY kind of committment to a sporting event. They do not succeed, unless I am feeling like a smart ass and name something obscure.

My one and only year as a KU student the basketball team went on the final game thing in the tournament. The day of the game I happened to have my French class. The T.A. asked me in french, (wish I could remember how to say it!)"Who will KU be playing in the game tonight?" I replied, "Je ne sais pas." (I don't know.) I swear that what happened next is true. The entire class gasped out loud in disbelief. I was slightly ridiculed by the TA for my ignorance. I was also the recipient of many confused stares for the remainder of class time. Personally I was confused that I raised such a fuss with my answer. I was only interested in the promised day off if they won. (They didn't, but we still got the day off.)(My apologies to those who have heard my KU story before.)The experience at least helped me confirm that my decision to move on to a different school was probably the right one.

I don't even know if I should get into my confusion over people who will let the failure of their favorite sports team ruin their entire day. I can not wrap my little pea brain around that one at all.

I am always a little tempted to start going on and on about the activities I enjoy and are passionate about, like theatre, books, independent movies, foreign films, music. Part of me wants to yell at the sports insistent people and demand that they state their preference about MY passions. Not because I want them to be like me, it is mainly a pathetic little desire to do unto others so to speak. I manage to hold back, or talk about it with someone else who is of a mind similar to mine own.

So...sports fanatics beware. I am imposing a don't ask don't tell policy on the subject of sporting events and sports teams.

Maybe I could get that information put on my business cards.

I'll have to look in to that.

Shout out!

To my friend Ali. Who enters her mid-late 20's today.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

Don't Judge!

Just looks like a lobster in drag to me.

Or maybe it is just cold.

I don't know. I make it a point to try not to judge sea life.

Get the story here.

Yay! First Thunderstorm Watch of the Year

Since we apparently are not going to have any more winter weather...

I will be excited that we are apparently in our first severe thunderstorm watch of the year.

Living in Kansas for the majority of my nearly 3_ years I have grown used to extreme and ever changing weather patterns.

So this winter was damn boring in my opinion.

Bring on the storms I say!!

Give me wind, hail, and heavy rain!

I want weather appropriate to the season.

Because I have said it before and I will say it again..this atypical stuff gives me the heebie jeebies.

Just wondering

I was thinking today about the Blogs I read, but never comment on. I suppose you could say I am reading them in "secret."

For some reason I have this silly rule for myself about blog commenting where I feel that I can only comment on someone's blog under these conditions:

1. I actually know the person.
2. I don't know the person, but they have commented on my blog.

As I thought more deeply on the subject I began to wonder if there were others out there like me..secretively reading blogs and holding back from the comments because of self-imposed rules and regulations forbidding them from doing so.

I realize that my self imposed regulations go against the very soul and purpose of blogs open to comment, but I can't help it. Most people have some kind of neuroses and this is but one of mine.

So I am extending an invitation to all "secret" Babble On readers (assuming perhaps wrongly that there are some out there.) I hereby invite any and all secret readers to make a comment to this one post. There is no obligation for further comments. The comment need not be lengthy, witty, so please don't feel pressured in that respect. A simple hello will do. Identify yourself or just be annonymous, doesn't matter to me.

If you have a blog..I promise to return the favor if you choose to identify yourself and your blog.

This is what happens when I get to thinking, I get to asking.

Also, I hope that this little pondering post helps everyone be able to see without difficulty the beauty that is George Clooney down below.

Hottie of the Week..Homage to the Oscars Edition

Ahhh....there is just something about George Clooney.

He's attractive, talented, witty and now.....

An Acadmey Award Winner.

Sigh....

I would help him polish his Oscar any time.

This does not fit my definition of Overheard

Now correct me if I am wrong...but doesn't overheard imply that you heard something a person was saying and that what you heard was not intended for you to hear? Or something like that?

So explain to me why these quotes, are said to be overheard when: 1)Everyone who watched the Academy Awards heard them, and 2)The people speaking intended for everyone to hear them?????

The title is misleading. I was looking for some good gossip, or at the very least some humorous comments that happened off camera! Not a replay of what I heard while watching the broadcast.

COME ON!

(Exercise Update: I know all of you have been waiting for this. Yesterday: 30 minutes on the treadmill, and then I hauled about 3-4 baskets of laundry from the basement to the attic. Those of you who have been at my house know what a trek that is. Oh yeah I folded the laundry too. Maybe tonight I will put it away. I dunno though, this is my day off from exercise.)

Very Frightened Here!

Has anyone else gotten a pop-up ad that starts speaking to you without provocation?

I just did and it scared the poo right out of me.

On the positive side I apparently have won TWO I-Pod Nanos.



(Exercise update: 1 hour total on the treadmill and I cleaned house. Go Missy.)

Exercise Shmexercise

Beloved and I are very aware of the fact that we are not as fit as we once were or could be.

We have many discussions about the topic as we sit around consuming fast food, and while we engage in sedentary activities.

We own a treadmill, several exercise videos, a few weights, and all in the family have bicycles.

So we do not lack equipment.

What we lack is discipline and drive.

There are too many evenings that it seems so much easier to go out as opposed to cooking and cleaning. I personally will NEVER get up early to exercise. I am not a morning person, I never have been. Even as a small child my parents had to wake me up to do Christmas presents, my thought (and also what I screamed at my younger brother every year when he got every one up at 4 AM was that the gifts weren't going to be any different at 10 AM) it warn't me getting up at the ass crack of dawn for anything. As far as the evening goes....our time from arrival at home until bedtime is family time, errand time if we have to. After the kids are in bed at 8:30 we are tired. We are up and going all day starting no later than 6:30 AM. It sometimes seems like a long way to the treadmill or exercise video. Staying in bed with a book is much easier, and the computer is just a few short steps away, and you get to sit. Or lie in bed if using the laptop. As you can see we have many vaild excuses.

We go through periods of time when we are quite faithful to exercise on a regular basis. Those are followed up by usually longer periods of cheating and being unfaithful.

I am always so proud and feel so good when I have stuck to the routine for the week.

Then....

I realize that I have to do it again. And AGAIN, and AGAIN. This should be something I do regularly for life. It takes shine off the prize for me.

So we try to come up with motivational things like rewarding ourselves for every week we make the exercise goal. We generally have good success, but it can get expensive after a while and we stop out of consideration for the bank account. My most recent suggestion is a good naked look in the full length mirror. That is just depressing however.

So I don't know. There must be a solution out there, I just haven't found it.

Apparently a long, healthy life, increased energy and the knowledge that we are setting a good example for the children just isn't enough.

Maybe I need to self report on the blog.

That would be some exciting reading.

Sigh.....

Gotta go. It is my turn on the treadmill.

We got a LONG way to go baby!

Found this article while reading another.

I think the title would be more accurate if it read, "How to live ridiculously well in __________ (insert region of the U.S.)"

Guess I better ask for a raise. Or Ten.

When exactly...

Are you considered to be in your mid-30's?

Not that I need to be concerned. I am a looonnngg way off from having to worry about that.

I was just..........wondering.

So what did she think would happen?

Those of you from around these parts likely heard the story of the dog trainer who helped the prisoner escape from Lansing.

I really doubt that her desire to stay out of jail is going to happen.

A woman can dream I guess.

Wonder what her defense will be?