Thursday, February 5, 2009

Yesterday's quote of the day

"Remember that time, when Nick and Denise were here, and Mom had her period and it leaked out, all over and she ran to her bathroom?"--Alex

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First of all, thanks so much for reminding me, Son! Secondly, it did leak onto my jeans, but not all over, I mean it wasn't a fountain or anything. And thirdly, I know for a fact that I did not RUN anywhere. The last time I ran was at least 7 years ago. Just setting the record straight!

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Today's super-mini rage

When Hannah got home from school, she came in, handed me the mail, all sweetly, went to the bathroom and ran back outside. Hmm, she's grounded. I left it alone for about 10 minutes and then I went outside and saw her with two of her friends. I called her in and she actually listened. Of course, she wanted me to say she could get off her grounding. Anyway, long story short, she actually goofed around about it with me, as I jokingly imitated her. We were both laughing and she seemed to accept the fact that she wasn't getting off the grounding. Then suddenly she started to cry and then she hit me in the arm and ran upstairs. Oy. About 10 minutes later, she came halfway down the stairs and called out, "I'm sorry, Mom".

So far, so good, as far as the grounding goes. It's usually a lot worse than this and she usually would have had a huge rage by now, so I'm pretty pleased. We will see how tomorrow goes.

Yesterday's mini rage

Yet again, I'm falling behind on my blogging. Yesterday Hannah went to her friend's house on her bike and was told to be home by 5:30. Since she didn't have a watch and she broke the screen on my cell phone, I figured she might not think to ask anyone the time, so I told her that as soon as it started to get dark, even a tiny bit, it would be 5:30 and she had to come home.

6:00 rolled around and I had to leave to get Shauna to her 6th grade orientation night and to bring Alex's dress shoes and socks to the same event, as he had stayed after for play practice and his choir group was singing at the orientation. Hannah was nowhere to be found. I called her friend's house and her sister told me that they were outside somewhere. I drove over and she still wasn't there, so I drove to the apartment complex next door, where they usually hang out. Sure enough, there was a big group of kids standing on the corner, talking, and one of them was Hannah. I started to brace myself, not knowing how she would act. I knew she would be mad that I picked her up in front of her friends, since she gets embarrassed very easily. I also knew that she would be furious that she now had to go with me to the school because I didn't have time to drop her off at home.

Well, I was right on all of the above. I told her that she was grounded for two days for not coming home when she was told. She went into hysterics and screamed that she didn't know what time it was, didn't know that it was dark, wasn't her fault, one more chance, etc. All the usual nonsense. I told her the grounding stayed and I wasn't going to discuss it any more. She hit me twice, trying to get me to engage. I was driving at the time, but luckily the school is only a couple of minutes away. Once we got there, she had to stop raging because she was afraid someone she knew might see her. She was still obviously mad at me, but she controlled herself. Her teacher was there and came over and told me how fantastic she is doing in school, so that helped quite a bit with her bad mood. Then she saw some kids she and Shauna know and really like, so that helped, too. I was still afraid of what would happen when we got back in the car and when we got home.

Alex sang with his choir group and they were wonderful! This is a smaller choir than the general one and the highest level choir at the school. Only 3 or 4 boys were there, so I could really pick out his voice. The sang the National Anthem.

Back to my story, after we were done at school, we headed home. As soon as we got in the car, Hannah started bugging me about letting her off her grounding again. She had lost most of her steam, however, so it wasn't too bad. She didn't hit and we managed to get home in one piece. Same for after we got home. She bugged me a bit, but since we got home at about 7:30 and she is usually asleep by 8:00, she really only had time to eat and go to bed.

Monday, February 2, 2009

Quote of the day

Mom (upon hearing someone was celebrating their 92nd birthday): "Oh, she's only a year older than me."

Shauna: "No, she's not! You are only in your 60's."

Mom: "WHAT? In my 60's?"

Shauna: "Oh wait, you're only 56, aren't you?"

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Please note I am only 47!

One year ago today...

Five innocent women were murdered, just a couple of miles away from our last home. One of them was CUP'S close friend, Sarah. I don't know what else to say.

http://www.southtownstar.com/news/tpshooting/1404021,020109LBfamilies.article


http://www.myfoxchicago.com/dpp/news/Bryant_Murder_Victim_Mother


http://www.myfoxchicago.com/dpp/news/Lane_Bryant_Murders_Anniversary

http://www.southtownstar.com/news/tpshooting/1404535,020209-lb-timeline.article


http://mylifeofcrime.wordpress.com/2008/02/02/4-dead-following-shooting-at-lane-bryant-2208-tinly-park-il/

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090202/ap_on_re_us/store_shootings_3

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Super Bowl Treats

I'm blogging about this mainly because I want to be able to refer to it next year. Shauna made chocolate chip cookies, which are delicious. Alex made chili dip and is making a baked mashed potato dish, which isn't really part of the Super Bowl snacks, but he wanted to make it. Shauna helped me make a ton of super-mini pizzas. We used Wheat Thins, homemade pizza sauce and cheese and then broiled them. They were yummy. We also had chips and dips. I made sweet tea, also, which was extra good for some reason. I almost forgot that Lukey made the pizza sauce for me, so most of the kids who were home really pitched in to help. CUP braved the crowds at Walmart to do the grocery shopping, which was no fun at all.

I was going to make taco salad for dinner, but I was hoping everyone would be full from the snacks and I wouldn't have to. My dream came true and I don't have to make the taco salad until tomorrow. Good thing because those mini pizzas take forever to make. It seems like I made so much more than that, seeing as I have been in the kitchen for about 5 hours.

I had a can of fried onions stashed in the pantry for baked mashed potatoes, which I had planned to make for Christmas and just ran out of time. I was looking all over for them and Shauna told me Steven had eaten them. Figures! Of course, he isn't here, so I can't even yell at him. Ugh. I hate it when I have stuff put/hidden away for a recipe and someone helps themselves. So annoying.

I've been slacking off

Okay, this is a quick post because I've been slacking off on posting and I will probably get some complaints soon. I don't know why the days have been going by so quickly. I can only get about a tenth of what I would like to get done on any given day. Of course, spending so much time on the computer probably doesn't help in that department!

Mikey, with the on and off help of Steven, Jack and Luke, fixed Luke's car today. It only cost us $2.66, but Mike spend many hours working on it. He is going to take tomorrow off so he can get a few things done around here before going back up North. He will have to drive up tomorrow evening, though, which really cuts the day short, but it is better than nothing.

I forgot to blog about the lady who talked to Alex at Golden Corral. Apparently, he was getting some chicken and mashed potatoes and there was an older woman next to him. She said, "Be careful, that chicken is very spicy." He said, "Oh, okay.", not quite knowing how to answer that. Then she said, "Well, I see that you have an awful lot of mashed potatoes on your plate and I don't want you to take chicken that you won't eat because it is too spicy." Huh??? He looked at the label on the chicken, which said Crispy Chicken. He said to her, "Oh, it says Crispy Chicken, so I don't think it's spicy." She said, "Don't talk back to me." Huh, again??? He was just telling her the chicken wasn't spicy, in case she wanted some. I guess she must have been the "plate patrol"!