June 29, 2011

Top 5

You have one. I have one. Your best friend has one.

That list. The one that stays in the back of your head. And it comes to the fore front of your mind when the days gets longer, the weather gets warmer, and the kids get out of school.

Yep. the Summer To Do List, or the Top 5 Must Do Summer Activities.

Here is my Top 5. The things I absolutely MUST do every summer, in order for it to feel like a summer.

1. CAMP: With my kids, with my people. In the woods, by the ocean, it needs to happen. 3 or more days of roasting marshmallows by the campfire, late night spicy beverages, yummy camp food in the paella pan and fiesta camp fashion. Good times.

2. BACKYARD BBQ: There is nothing like actually being able to sit outside, around the bbq or fire pit, with your people, enjoying the longer days. Just talking, laughing and poking fun with each other. Letting the kids run around and play, outside, not inside glued to the tv. Whether it was a planned bbq, or impromptu, both are equally enjoyable!

3. FERRY RIDES: Summer time around my state is a wonderful time to take a ferry ride. We really do have the best of both worlds here. Mountains, water, evergreen trees and once in a while a blue sky!

4. CONCERTS: I try VERY hard to get to at least one a year. The summer is the best time to go to one, for several reasons. Cold beer, sunny days and great music? Who could ask for a better combination?

5. BEACH: At least one or trips to the water every year is in order. Sand in all the places where sand should not be........... awesome. Sunburns, kite flying, sandy cheeks, windblown hair, good food and great conversation.

So, I have given you my top 5. What's on your summer to do list?

June 24, 2011

Weekend Getaways

I am planning a romantic getaway for PB and I for next month. (big smiles)

I wanted to go somewhere we have not been together yet. I had a lot of ideas swirling through my head, but had no clear direction.

I thought about hotels, bed and breakfasts, cottage rentals and cabin getaways.

Here was my criteria:

It had to be within 2.5 to 3 hours away
It had to have some kind of amenities near by
We needed a king size bed (PB is too tall for a queen)

So, I hit the Internet. Good 'ole Google and I spent some quality time together.

I was bouncing from site to site with no direction, and not really finding what I was looking for.

Finally, I had a thought. Can you see the light bulb going off above my head?

I just knew there had to be some kind of site that could  help me out, cause at this point, I needed it!

Here is what I found:

My state's list of Bed and Breakfasts, with links to each website and the amenities offered

Spa Getaways: All I did was Google "spa getaways Washington State" and it gave a huge list

Romantic Weekend Getaways, and I got another list of places to go and things to do.

Vacation Rental homes, a bit much for one night but fun for a weekend.

So which did I pick?

I went with the Spa Getaway. PB and I will be relaxing in style, in a beautiful location. And no, I can't tell you! It is a surprise..........

Hope this helps you when you get ready to plan a mini vacation.

Mommy Dearest

Something is wrong with the world around us. Everywhere I turn lately, there is another story popping up of a young mother who has killed her child.

Of course, getting the most news coverage right now is the Casey Anthony case. That she could murder her daughter, cover it up and go out like nothing happened, makes me sick. I think there are a few screws loose with this lady. That does not negate the fact that she KILLED her own child, so go ahead and throw the book at her.

Here is an even more disturbing story. I stumbled across this story this morning:


How could a mom do this? How could any parent do this to their own flesh and blood? It surprises me that these woman are seriously mentally ill, and nobody is doing anything about it. Could their family, friends, co-workers, neighbors not see it? Obviously, if they were sane, rational women, they would seek the help they needed. So, why does nobody around them see the sickness and try to help?

There have been too many of these events over the last several years, some gaining more national attention then others. Susan Smith,  this Florida mom, this mom from New York..........

The saddest thing? Most of these took place in the last year. Did you let that sink in? Really? I know us moms get frustrated with our kids, loose our temper and can rage and scream with the best of them. But here is what separates us from the pack. We would never think of killing our children. Ever.

These women? Are sick. Need help. And it makes me angry that their children have to suffer. AND that we are turning them in to overnight stars, sensationalizing their trials and giving them, in some cases, top billing over other important national issues.

June 20, 2011

My Midnight Visitor

Let me set the scene for you.

It's 12:11 pm. PB and I are ready for bed.

The cat is outside, and didn't come running when I called her.

So I decide to leave the front door open while I get ready for bed. To be fair, the front door was already open cause PB likes the fresh air........

I go about my business in the bathroom. Then, forgetting the front door is open, I crawl in to bed. At 12:22 am, I remember the front door is open, and I go to close it. Still haven't seen the cat, but figure she can camp on the front porch for the night since she didn't want to come in.

I crawl back in bed, and am just getting comfortable, when PB and I hear this loud crunching coming from the end of the hall, where the cat food dish is. The laundry room is right next to the garage and we keep the door cracked for the cat so she can eat whenever she wants.

Back to the story. This crunching sound we hear is LOUD. PB says he thinks the neighbor cat or something ELSE got in. So, I huff and puff and say "if it's just the cat I'm gonna be irritated I got out of bed"......... I throw on a tee shirt and flip on the hall light.

In the middle of the hallway, back arched and tail in the air, is the cat. I take a step towards the laundry room to see what else is down there, and this ugly pink nose pokes it's head out of the laundry room.

I shriek like a little girl, run and jump on the bed, and scream at PB that there is a possum! IN. THE. HOUSE! OMG. Help! PB gets out of bed, throws some clothes on, and starts down the hall. With a gun in his hand. Oi.

I scream at him "You can't shoot it"! PB puts the gun back, grabs a HUGE golf club, and charges down the hall. The little possum runs under the dryer once it sees PB coming, and the cat takes off, putting faith in PB and I to handle situation.

PB opens the door to the garage, and we decide to erect a barrier in the hall so it will run out to the garage. I grab all the laundry baskets and make a wall of clean laundry in the hall. Before I will let PB swat the intruder out of the laundry room, I make sure I "gear up". I put on my thickest pair of tennis shoes, leap to the other side of the laundry wall, and wait, heart pounding for PB to direct me. Cause truth be told? This is man's work, not mine..........

PB hands me the Swiffer. He tells me to make sure that I direct the possum out to the garage so it doesn't go through the laundry wall. Swiffer in hand, I am ready and waiting in the hall. PB gets the ugly little thing out from behind the dryer. And guess where the little thing runs?

Right. At. Me. And through my laundry wall! Shit! It runs down the hall, and scurries under the bed. Now, not am I totally freaked out, I have woken up Doodle and Lil C. I yell at them to stay in their rooms, it's under control, and race to the bedroom. I am doing the girlie "EEEWWWWW" dance, you know the one. When I see something gross, or I have to deal with some disgusting bodily fluid. Good times.

So, here we are in the bedroom. PB tells me to take the Swiffer and start batting around under the bed. I whack at anything and everything in my way. Until I see it's little tail. I screech again, and keep swatting at it. PB is on the other side of the bed with the golf club to make sure it runs back down the hall towards the garage.

It runs out from under the bed close to PB so he gives it a little shove, and down the hall it goes. And, as we wait, holding our breath, out the garage it goes. I had my finger on the garage door button so as soon as that ugly little varmint ran out I quickly closed the door and shuddered out a sigh of relief.

I am totally AWAKE now. So is PB and so are the children. We get the kids back in to bed, and snuggle down on the couch. I am totally grossed out. I don't even want to put my feet on the carpet because I have a serious case of the hee-bee jee-bee's........

And just so you know? If you see me, running out of the house, plum colored scoop neck tee shirt, a pair of Adidas tennis shoes, showing my butt cheeks (cause who had time to throw on a pair of pants? you're lucky I had a thong on at all....) and a Swiffer in hand? You guessed it. There is a possum in the house.

June 7, 2011

Cohabitation, Co-Parenting and Co-Mingling

Cohabitation:
Defined as "referring to an arrangement whereby two people decide to live together on a long term or permanent basis in an emotionally and/or sexually intimate relationship. The term is most frequently applied to couples who aren't married."

Yup, that's an accurate depiction of my current living situation. PB and I are not married, (and that is not something I am looking for any time in the near future, thank you very much!)

Now that I am officially "moved in", all my crap, and my children's crap has been boxed, bagged, sealed and un-sealed, and it's in PB's home, the real work begins. How do we make this house a "home"? A safe place for all the kids, for us and for everyone we invite in? After we get through the initial "where is it all going to go" phase, we will need to see what we do to make everyone happy and healthy.

Co-Parenting:
Oi. That is a big thing right? How weird is it to have someone else around or involved when it comes to parenting your children? PB and I have had many talks about this. And I sat down with my kiddos.

It went like this: PB can ask the children to do things around the house, and the children need to obey house rules. If there is a disciplinary decision that needs to be made, I will take care of it. Same goes for PB's son. Not my job to correct his child. The children and PB and I need to all have a mutual respect and understanding of one another. And we are well on our way!

Co-Mingling:
My stuff is touching PB's, PB's stuff is touching mine, and this house is exploding at the seams! It has been a long process, and is still in the works, but we are getting there. I had to get rid of a lot of stuff that I was hanging on to for no reason. Again, referencing the fact that I am a hoarder. And I have a LOT of stuff.

It has been a great lesson for me though to purge. With the help of CHB and Moxie, I was really able to let a lot of knick knacks go. I know I still have a lot, and I am sure I will need to purge more, but I feel like some progress has been made!

There is much left to be done. Doodle is excited to finally have her own room, and to decorate it, as any pre-teen girl would be! I will post some pics once it's all done...........