Monday, December 23, 2013

Alaska Update: Month 5

    Yes, there are still 11 of us living in a 3 bedroom house in Alaska (1 toilet. One.). I know it sounds like we lost our minds on the crazy train (it's been 5 months. I think.) but if you think about it....that's how people lived prior to the organization of cities, and some people groups still live that way- family members living together in tent-thingies...living with your ginormously extended family and servants (and animals).  People raised their kids together. You didn't have to find a babysitter-there was always someone around to watch the kiddos (not that there was anywhere else to go, either!).
     And yes, that's how we semi-rationalize our crazy-train living right now. I mean sure, having another toilet would be utmost convenient (especially for the prego lady of the house), but...it's not a reality right now. And yes, this is Alaska, but we live in an actual neighborhood with actual neighbors who may report us for peeing on a tree.
       So here's a story: I was so tired the other night that when the Forro girls wanted Amber to sleep in their room (3bdrm= 4boys in 1, then girls sleep in parent's room), I chided her for wanting to take her suitcase (which is where she keeps all her clothes). "It's not like you're going to live with them" I said in front of the other adults. Their almost-unison response was, "Where have you been for the past 4 months, Michelle? She IS living with us/them". Yeah...Not my most alert moment. But, it is what it is. For however long it is. And we're together. (But another toilet would be nice. Super-duper nice.)

Monday, December 16, 2013

Breaking Up Is Hard To Do

   "'Cause breaking up is hard to do-oo".
    So true. Especially when you have that really deep attachment. When you feel cared about. When you do your best, knowing it's appreciated. Staying, because you want to. You're needed-and it's fantastic. Until you *know*-you just know that it's time to break up.
     And that's why it was so hard for me to break up with my Hallmark bosses. Because they were wonderful to me and acted like I was the best thing that happened to their stores (which was true-I was trained in a corporate store and had the best boss!).
      So, the time came and I started a new job (it paid more & is what my degree {that I will one day get} is in) but couldn't break up with my bosses. As things would have it, Hub's work hours had temporarily changed at that time too, so I ended up using that as my excuse for quitting. And, it didn't seem to work. (Serious amounts of guilt here-these people were the first to offer me a job in AK: I saw the Hallmark store and walked in, both owners were in the store and I told them I had corporate Hallmark experience. I didn't even need an interview-they just asked when I could start!)
      Less than five minutes after I sent my "buh-bye" email, one of my bosses called me, begging me to stay. Christmas was "7 Saturdays away!" Was there any day I *could* work? (um....Saturdays??) Could I do a weeknight at all?? (uh...3 hours on Friday??) Okay, fine. I agreed to it "just until after Christmas". Gah. I just kept digging myself a deeper hole. So deep.
       Well, now it's one weekend before Christmas. And I saw my boss Friday. And reminded him that I was "leaving". Because breaking up is hard to do, and you want to make sure that the other party involved "gets it". Like....we-are-officially-broken-up-stop-calling-me-broken-up. And I added that I was *looking* (not "started". Because I just couldn't....) for a job at a child care place. So...it seems like he got it that time. I hope. Regardless of what the January schedule says, I'm not showing up (unless it's to shop!).
        So, honesty did not win the fight this time. I'm not sure it was even invited to the party. But I'm being honest now, right? So that's gotta count for something...Because breaking up is hard to do...

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

WHiny Wednesday 12-11-13

           People complaining. That's what this Whiny Weds is about. Yes. I am complaining about people complaining. Most of us do it. It feels good sometimes, other times, it just seems to create a desire to continue to complain. About everything. (Although none of us here have complained about the weather yet-we kind of knew what we were getting in to, plus all the locals have told us how this winter is turning out to be mild compared to "typical Alaskan winters".)
          I think people complaining about their jobs is annoying-you're getting paid to do --------- so if you have a problem with it, just quit your job. Oh wait, you need the $$?? Then stop complaining before your boss fires you. You accepted the job for whatever reason, so find a happy medium, even if it's the fantastic coffee in the breakroom. I believe that people should love (or at least like. Like.) that jobs. I mean, if you're gonna do something all day, everyday, it should be something you enjoy. If the types of jobs you enjoy don't pay enough $$, then lower your expenses or start your own business. See?? Problem solved. Everyone's happy.
          My "song of the week" is Mighty to Save by Hillsong. It starts out with "Everyone needs compassion" Compassion, people. Forgiving because you just don't always know what someone else is going through. Here's a link to a vid of the song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uSl5KTc2D0o
           Enjoy the day!

Monday, December 9, 2013

Changing My Relational Views With Women

       "Let me tell ya 'bout my beh-est friend..."
        Seriously. She's different. She's inadvertently helped me redefine my relationships with women.  She's a non-fou-fou type woman who...tries to be a tad girly for her daughters. She believes in honesty and (due to her complex background) has a wealth of knowledge about a ton of stuff due to her diverse educational background. My relationship with her has changed how I view my friendships with other women and changed my relational behaviors. Like:
       1. No frivilous compliments. At all. She never tells me how fantastically blonde my hair is, or if she likes a certain cut. She never compliments me on my shirts (although we both shop Old Navy and therefore have a lot of the same shirts) or outfits. I never hear about how much weight I must've lost (or gained). And it hasn't hurt me. If she has something to say, she says it, and means it.
       2. No whining support. I'm not sure how to term it, but basically, I've learned to stop complaining about problems/situations if I'm not looking for a solution (and why wouldn't you want a solution if something is bothering you??). I've noticed that (after 7 years) I go to her seeking solutions to problems (and if I wanna complain, I have God & the Hubs & FB for that) and she usually provides an answer (this is where the wealth of knowledge comes in)
       3. Self-confidence comes from within. I shouldn't care what other people think of me or my actions (only what God thinks). No frivilous compliments, remember?
      4. Being real is better than being fake. Sometimes we place to much emphasis on what people say or do instead of having compassion and letting the situation go because we don't know the whole story. Sure, truth may be a bit harsh sometimes, but I'd rather have the truth hurt a little now than find out I was lied to later.
          What that looks like now: I find myself complimenting a person if I truly like/enjoy something. I keep my complaining to a minimum. Who I am depends on me, not what others think of me. Proverbs 27:17 says that friends need to sharpen each other like how we use (or used to) iron to sharpen iron. To me that means that even if it hurts to hear, if it's told in love & with the purpose of helping someone better themself, it's necessary.
          Have a great week!

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Whiny Wednesday Dec 4

           If you're new to this series, it's currently dedicated to the large number of vanity tags in Anchorage, AK. I have this new obsession with writing them down, and last week I was supposed to do math instead of writing tags down to find out *just how many* of the 5% of the vanity tags in AK actually reside/drive through Anchorage.
           Since I've only been writing down calculations for the past few days, I think I will go ahead and share some more of the interesting ones with you (feel free to comment!):
           AK1LUV (I keep seeing this one!)
           IAMNOT (oh yes  you are!)
           O SNAP (One of my fav!)
           SHE IS (She is what??)
           RVNEST (Obviously they own an RV or it's "raven east"....hhhmmmm)
           FAIL (Did I share that one last week??)
           AY MAY (I read that as a drawn out "Amy")
           NO PROB
           DID IT        
       
         Now I need to go get ready for work, but I will try my best to be a "good girl" and do some more math to find out the vanity penetration rate for Anchorage. Because I think I can.
        

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Tattler Thursday Nov 27, 2013

    Typically on Tattler Thursday I have a fantastic story of the random behaviors my epic children exhibit....but my work schedule has been changing the past few weeks, so I haven't seen the kiddos as much which means I don't have enough ammo...and I don't have any hilarious Thanksgiving stories either, so I am going to regale you with The Tradition of the Forgotten Child.
     Growing up, I became "the forgotten child". Not intentionally, but it happened. My earliest memory (we're skipping the part where Dad left one of us at a McD's) of being forgotten took place in Preschool. It was field trip day and my Mommy was a chaperone! We were headed to the zoo and Mommy wore a black and white vertical striped dress. All of the parents were lined up against the chalkboard, and the teacher proceeded to call the children up into groups-the first ones called were the children of the chaperones. So I sat there waiting for my name to be called because my Mommy was a chaperone! And I sat there....and sat...and waited...until finally I lifted my head from the desk & looked around, only to hear, "Oh, I'm sorry, Michelle. I forgot about you!" And so it began.
      Over the years, I've come to terms with being "forgotten" and at times, it has it benefits (like not having to do something). And now that I have children of my own, I've been waiting for the title to be passed on. And this week it was. And I had nothing to do with it!
      Here's how my daughter's initiation into "the club" started: Wait...before I tell you this, you have to understand that there are SEVEN children in the house. Five of those attend school. One attends daycare. One stays home with the "adult of the day". Walking 6 kiddos to school and remembering to bring one back is a feat in itself. Thankfully, the distance is short.
     Monday (yeah, it was aa Monday too. Alot of factors at play here) morning when the "adult of the day" returned from taking the kiddos to school (he had the 2yo in tow. High-five award right there!) the "adult of the day" heard water running in the bathroom, so he went to shut it off and discovered Amber washing her hands. Poor kid had no idea that she had been left behind. And I have no idea where she thought the rest of the kiddos were.
    The tradition has been passed on.
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Whiny Wednesday Nov 27 2013

     You know how some bloggers do a "Talk About It Tuesday" or "Wordless Wednesday"?? Well I got all creative and combined my new obsession with a midweek post. It's called "Whiny Wednesday".
      To fill in those of you who don't follow me on FB, my latest obsession (Hubs so graciously called it an "interest") is Alaska vanity license plates. There. I said it. Shame and all.
       According to some website, the "vanity penetration rate" for Alaska is 4.99% which means that almost 5% of the vehicles with Alaska plates are vanity tags. However, I have this unsupported theory that the majority of that 5% live in Anchorage.Because I see them. ALL THE TIME.
       After noticing that I was seeing dozens (100 maybe??) a week just from commuting 20 minutes to work and running errands, I came to the conclusion that there are alot of vanity tags here. Alot. (Next week I shall be figuring out the percentage of how many vanity tags I see compared to the "regular" ones)
       This series shall be my sounding board as I rant about these collections of letters and numbers. Like "AK BOY". Ack, you're a boy?? Oh...I get it. "Alaska Boy". So...did you just have a boy? Or are you just not yet a man?? (See?? this is going somewhere, people!)
        So I hope that you shall join me in this insanity, find your state's vanity penetration rate and get obsessed yourself! Meanwhile, I shall leave you with a short list of tags I've seen: (Comment on them below!)
              500 SW
              ME1BTU
              WZNTME
              DID NOT
              WO6ABI
              GBAFF

Monday, November 25, 2013

Still Rambling About Alaska...

     So it seems that all I have to write about recently is Alaska. Which is great for you, because most of you have never been here. And you've only heard rumors & think we all live like the people in the show "Life Below Zero" or "Alaska- The Last Frontier".
      Right now our family lives in the largest city in AK- Anchorage. The state capitol is a few hundred (I'm just guestimating) miles or so south of us and you can only get there by boat or plane. Seriously. Not that we've ever had to go to a state capitol for an emergency or anything, but if we did, it would take some planning to get there.
       Now, we've traveled down the Seward highway down to the Kenai Peninsula, and we've went upwards to Palmer and Wasilla, but that's all the time we had for daytrips in the summer. Now we feel like we're "stuck" here in Anchorage until snowy, icy roads are no longer a danger.
      It's getting pretty cold here now, but apparently there's "cold snaps" (temperatures in the negatives. For at least a week.) and then it warms up a bit (you know-at least to zero degrees) before another "cold snap" hits...and I'm not sure what the pattern looks like after that. We shall see. We're taking things one step at a time.
      Darkness? Eh...as long as you're indoors and the lights are on, you don't notice it. It was a huge thing for me when I was walking the kiddos to school at 8:30 a.m. and it was still dark out...but then Daylight Savings Time happened, so the sun actually starts to peek around the corners at 8:30 a.m. The "darkest day" for us will be right before Christmas, but we should still see about 5-7 hours of sunlight. Sunsets at 3:30 p.m. are hard to get used to, but the views here are stunning and each time the sun rises and sets (unless there's a thick cloud-cover, then we can't see it) it's magical. Well, I think so.
       Anchorage is very citi-fied. "Downtown" is like a miniature version of an actual city. There's also "South Anchorage", "The North End", "Turnagain", "Mountain View", and some other . We live in "Turnagain" which would be in the west part of Anchorage. Older houses here are smaller and come in all sorts of shapes and sizes. Like no one really cared how uniform they were.
       There is a join military base here which may account for a large number of the population and commerce. We actually live near the airport, so we here (and see) planes all the time. Of course aviation is a big thing here, with the airport, Air Force and bush pilots that service different parts of the state. I grew up near a small airport, so I'm used to hearing planes take off and land.
       What bothers me is when we tell people (including "good Christian friends") that God told us to move here...and then they ask what ministry-type thing we're doing...and then we awkwardly answer "Well...nothing yet..." and then there's this awkward pause-type thing....where you *know* they're either thinking that we are crazy or that we're just not the awesome Christians they thought we were.
        As crazy as it's been, we do know that this is where God has us. For now. Why?? Yeah...we've been asking that for months...with no answer, so we're just settling in and getting the lay of the land. Learning the culture. Keeping a roof over our heads. Making sure we don't kill the kiddos (and that they don't kill themselves). Because we have faith. And God hasn't led us astray yet. We're not homeless (though technically, 2 families living in a space built for 1 family is considered "homelessness") and we have clothes to wear (we didn't receive any "Jeremiah" visions) and food to eat.
        It also bothers me when we tell people where we live and they say things like "Oh, that's too cold for me". Well, good for you. We didn't ask you to move here with us, and you better pray that God doesn't send you here too (seriously. God likes to do this thing where you say "I'll never ----" and then BAM! It happens!).
         Any questions about Alaska you'd like me to answer?? Leave a comment below! Meanwhile, enjoy this Alaskan photo dump:










Monday, November 18, 2013

First Snow In AK

   So, we moved to Alaska. I made it here in the summer, when the sun was still shining at midnight. Hubs and 2 of the kiddos arrived right before "rainy season" so they didn't get to experience the awesomeness of rays of sunshine stabbing you in the eye at 4 a.m.
    Prior to the rainy season, Alaska seemed like a magical wonderland of sunshine, fresh air and majestic views. During the rainy season (seriously. no one EVER tell you about the rainy season until you ask if a week of continuous downpour is "normal". Then they just look at you and laugh.) the days were dark and dreary. This lasted for almost a month (which, it turns out, is the longest rainy season they've experience in many, many years. Also, the summer was a record breaker & something about this past winter was too. AK knew we were coming!). Then the days seemed like typical Colorado fall days. Okay, maybe typical Colorado winter days. It was cold. Even when the sun was out. And...a few weeks ago, it turned into winter here. (Yes. Calendar still says "fall", but this is Alaska-where the sun shines whenever it wants for however long it wants. Because it can. And apparently no one but God can tell it what to do.)
      A week ago Saturday it snowed. Well...it was more like a dusting. A warm-up to what Sunday afternoon held in store (which was more like a dump. The sky just dumped buckets of snow on Anchorage. For no reason). And that was awesome because we discovered that 1. No one plows the roads right away, 2. They wait a few days before administering any kind of traction to the roads, 3. Driving on roads of ice is possible and tons of people do it every day, 4. When someone finally decides to throw some traction on the roads, it's a mixture of gravel and sand (because salting the roads doesn't work here. Ever.), 5. Stores and other places to shop/visit toss gravel all over their parking lots and sidewalks (seriously. no one uses salt outdoors), 6. A day or so *after* they (whomever. state, city, county. whomever.) toss traction onto the frozen roads, they clog up traffic with a double helping of extremely-slow tractor-like-things that grate the ice. So, instead of sliding on flat ice, you get to bounce when you slide. Way. Too. Fun.

         Un-plowed roads:


 
Road-grater-thingie-do-hickey

    So far, no one's died and by this past Saturday, parts of some roads are clear. Until it snows (or rains) again.

Monday, November 11, 2013

Monday Moose Pics & Funny Friday

       It's Monday. For most of you, I imagine that it's a slightly windy, fall day. Your jeans are on. Leave are blowing around. Your travel mug is filled with your fav caffeine-induced hot liquid. Squirrels are running up trees. And your high heel just stepped in dog doo...and you just spilled your hot beverage all over your new sweater in the confusion. A perfect fall morning, right??
       Well we live in Alaska now and the first snowfall just hit this weekend. We actually got a double-whammy when it snowed again yesterday. Blanketing our town with a few layers of the white stuff. Snow. pure white snow that is everywhere.
        See, we moved to AK from the magical land of Colorado, where the snow was "here today, gone tomorrow". But now it's "here today, here to stay". And people seem to freak out about this. Well, maybe not freak-out-freak-out, but enough to where you gotta wonder how bad it can be to have snow permanently on the ground for a few months. Oh, it doesn't help that the sun rises at 8am and sets around 4pm or so.
       But this morning I woke up feeling like we live in a magical winter wonderland. For now. And maybe the moose we saw yesterday will grace us with their presence again. Or not. I'm not too sure what kind of habitat moose live in, besides the forest. Do they find caves? Do they build nests? Or do they just plop down wherever they feel like it? (Two of them plopped down in our yard yesterday. While it was snowing. Just because they felt like it. They didn't spend the night, though.)
      So in case you missed them on my page, here are some pics of the Momma moose & her offspring:

      In these first two photo they are chomping on our neighbor's pumpkins that were left out on the porch:


    Momma Moose

             Little Moose



   Dancin' Moose

   Also, for those of you who've been paying attention, I recently started a "Funny Friday" shindig on the Facebook Fan Page.
      What it is: Each Friday I do my best (okay. WHEN I remember) to share funny pictures & whatnot to help you get through the end of the week. Typically the humor is running/fitness, coffee and parenthood related. I just may throw some crochet/knit humor in there too. You never know!
      How you can help: FB is a bit wonky when it comes to fan page posts. The more a post gets liked & shared, the more people see it. So if you like one of the funny Friday pics and want more fans to see it, just click the "like" button, or share the pic on your page (and help your friends get through their Friday too!)
       Get involved: Last week I kicked off a new program-share *your* funny photos during the week, and you just may see them on the next Funny Friday!!!
     
           *Randomness Abounds*
        

Monday, November 4, 2013

Conversations With a Two-Year-Old

      It's Monday...but this is Tattler Thursday worthy...but it's Monday. So, Enjoy ;)
     This post is about the 2yo. And how he can now talk...it's a trip...
     Ever try to talk to a two-year old? For the most part, it's like playing a game of pictionary or charades. "Sounds like....." is constantly running through my head. Then once you finally get the correct answer, you have to switch gears and try to *remember* what the original phrase sounded like so you can associate with that word/term again.
      The strangest one I've encountered so far happened last week on our walk home from walking the other kiddos to school. Boo said something along the lines of "quah-wide". I tried "the light", "flashlight", "go inside" and a myriad of other phonetic combinations. In a last-ditch effort, I uttered "roll tide" and received the much anticipated "yes" with head nod.
       Now this kid has no idea what football is (it is for football, right??) or even Alabama. He can't read, so he hasn't seen it on Facebook like me. He's not in pre-school or daycare yet so he hasn't heard it from his friends. He doesn't even know what the phrase means. But according to him, it was what he meant that morning.

      Apparently he also thinks he's a backseat driver. We dropped the kids off at school one day with the vehicle so we could take him to the doctor's. (Kid needed immunization shots. That's the next convo). After the kiddos piled out of the vehicle and shut the doors, Malachi said (from the 2nd row) "Go! Go! Go!" like it was a race & I was stopped (which I was.) The kid is two and already a backseat driver.
        After that we made it to the doctor's. This was his first doctor's visit in Alaska, and he's also been exposed to Doc McStuffins, so the waiting room and preliminary doctor stuff went well. Then came the shots. Now mind you, I (maybe somewhat cheerily?) informed him that shots were going to happen. Because they were. And they did. And the poor kid cried for 2 seconds (seriously. Way shorter than I had anticipated). Later I had asked him if he survived his shots. He said, "No, Mommy. It hurted." Then I asked him if he wanted to get more shots. He seemed to hesitate before he said, "No, Mommy. Hurted." Poor kid. He'll survive.
    Here's an adorable pic to round up this post:

           He was Cubby from Jake & the Neverland Pirates. Only, when you asked him if he was going to be Cubby, he would say "No." So one day I asked him what he wanted to be instead. He said, "David" (our friend's 4yo). So we made him dress up as Cubby anyways. 


Saturday, November 2, 2013

International Delight Creamer #Coupon #Giveaway

    Love some creamer in your coffee?? I sure do! On of my fav brads is International Delight-they are readily available at Walmart and their flavor combinations are delish!
      They have two new flavors for fall- Vanilla Heat & Pumpkin PIE Spice. I LOVE Pumpkin anything, and I can wolf down a whole pumpkin pie by myself in seconds. That being said, I was super-excited to find it in sugar free. SUGAR FREE!!! Yum to the "o". The Vanilla Heat is suprisingly refreshing blend of vanilla and....a pepper...or something. It does wonders for your sinuses in the a.m!



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Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Dr Scholl's For Her Comfort Insoles Review

   So thanks to the awesome team at Influenster (anybody want an invite?? comment & I'll email you!) I received a pair of Dr Scholl's For Her Comfort Insoles to review for free! So what did I do? Well, first I offered them to hubby, but they were too small for his shoes. Next on my list?? My fav sis-in-law-to-be! And she loves them!
    MFSILTB put them in her fancy dress heels so she could look fab in comfort during her busy Sunday! See, her day job keeps her on her toes, chasing preschoolers and babies, so by the end of the day, her poor (small!) feet ache.
     These Dr Scholl's For Her Comfort Insoles have the fantastic massaging gel we've come to know (and love) AND it has something called "FABUstep gel" So it's totes fabu! How fantastic is that??
     Here's a pic of MFSILTB's shoes with the insoles:

*Disclaimer: I received this product for free with no other compensation. All comments/opinions are my own. You're welcome ;)

Monday, October 28, 2013

Why I Workout At Home. Alone.

      I use workout DVDs because I am a social exerciser and I do not have time or $$ for a gym membership. Oh yeah-I also don't like people watching me workout because in my mind, I'm not mastering the exercise as well as the instructor is demonstrating it. So there. I'm an at-home-work-out-vid kind of girl. Because I like working out with people, but not real people.
      That being said, I like to think that I'm a fitness cheerleader-you ran .2mi?? Yay for you! I love hearing when others complete a workout, no matter how small, as long as they are challenging themselves.
      That being said, the only other person I've watched work out is the Hubs, who did the Supreme 90 Day series with me. But now we live in a house with 11 people. ELEVEN. which means I try to get my "wodvd" time in when no one else (except the youngest two. They don't care. They even join me!) is around. Or else my self-consciousness creeps in and I'm done. If you're not going to do it with me, then don't watch me, right?
      Now here's the story. I thought I was strong enough. Strong enough to watch someone else workout with a dvd. Strong enough to cheer them on, and even though the moves weren't anywhere near the instructors, praise them anyway. Apparently I'm weaker than I knew...
      Saturday morning, another one of the adults in the house decided it was an excellent idea to workout while the kids & I were eating cereal. It was fine, really. I didn't mind. I was 3/4 of the way finished with my bowl when I looked over and...couldn't stop laughing. I know it sounds awful, but if you saw what I saw, you would have laughed too. Now, the only problem with the situation was that I had a mouth full of cereal and milk. Which had no where to go.
      Laughter is as rampant in my family as sarcasm. And it takes down whomever is in it's path. I've experienced my fair share of soda and drinks snorting out of my nose (puke too, but I wasn't laughing then) and even ice cream, so I knew that if I didn't find a solution quick, I was bound to experience some nostril burning and a huge mess all over the living room.
       After contemplating (have you ever tried to think of a sound solution while laughing? Yeah. It's hard) for a minute, I rushed to the bathroom to spit out my contents into the toilet. Did I mention I was also trying to be discreet? I'm 85% sure that I'm the only one who knew I was laughing. Because I didn't want to be discouraging. But I also couldn't finish my cereal or glance over the couch anymore. Because I was trying to be supportive. And not laugh.
      So are you an at-home-workout-dvd-er?? Or do you hit the gym? Or just do your own thing??
       

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Tattler Thursday Blog Hop, Oct 24, 2013

   Hooray for Tattler Thursday! Who doesn't appreciate a good story??? Well, I got a fresh one right here for ya: This is how I started the week off, by posting this on my FB wall late Monday evening: "You know that moment after a shower when you walk into your pitch-dark room, headed for bed, then step into a warm puddle of pee while simultaneously bludgeoning your 5yo with your elbow? Yeah...happens to me too....." True story. Remember, there's 11 of us in a 3bdrm house all the way up here in Alaska...so the 4 boys share in a room, and the girls sleep on the floor in the parent's rooms. And there's only one toilet. Apparently my 5yo was so tired that not only did she not make it to the bathroom, she didn't move at all after she peed. She just stood there. Silently. In the dark. All creepy-like. Until I walked into her. Then I got smart and turned the light on to see what I stepped in. And who I hit. So yeah, it's been an awesome week, especially since that's the 3rd "Oops-I-peed-my-pants" that's happened in the past week (her 1st offense. I give her props because she hasn't done it since she peed in the middle of the hallway at her birthday sleepover party last year) that wasn't done by the 2yo. I can hear the carpet crying at night. I would too, if I was peed on.
   So, please, join us for Tattler Thursday this week and get your hop on!



Hiya Snappers! Welcome back to the 24th week of the Tattler Thursday Blog and Social Network Hop!


It's time to tattle and hop!


It's a share your crazy, gross, hilarious, in-the-trenches
parenthood stories, or any tattle that you may want to share with us, that has
nothing to do with kids, kind of blog hop! We love funny stories and we want to
hear yours! You don't have to have kids to participate!

Just leave a comment with your story, post not required! So
think of your funniest, wackiest or favorite stories, leave a comment  with your story/tattle, follow your Hostesses
and Co-Hostesses, visit and discover other blogs, and have fun!

Remember the easiest way to get a follow back is to
like/follow other pages and leave a comment! So hop around, tell your friends
and share, share, share! This is a hop designed for you to have fun and share!
Happy Tattling!
about the Blog Hop HERE!






 
This week's Featured Blogger is Joules from Pocketful of Joules.  Joules has been blogging since March 2011 on everything from losing a job,
finding a new one, selling a house, buying a house, moving twice, getting
pregnant and popping out a baby 2 months early. She’s a full time working
mother, a blogger, a DIYer, a writer and a gourmet marshmallow eater.  Be sure to pay her a visit!



To be picked as next week's featured blogger of the week, and to be eligible for October's Tattler's Studio featured post on W3G, all about you and your blog, simply comment on one of the three Hostesses blogs with a funny, silly, gross, scary, wacky, or crazy kid story!

The Rules are:

1- Follow Your Host and Co-Hostesses

2- Grab the button and display it on your blog or hop page/section

3- Leave a comment with a funny, wacky, or gross kid story/tattle


*Be Sure to Hop over to other blogs and visit/network and share the Hop



*Have fun Hopping! (and come back next week!)

 
Your Hostesses
The Wild and Wonderful World of GingerssnapsComfytown Chronicles


The Co-Hostesses
THE DIRTY DIAPER   
 
 
I'm No Hum Drum Mum    Complete Bliss Blog
 
BabyForScale   
 





























***If you have any questions or suggestions, you can reach us at tattlerthursday@gmail.com***

Monday, October 21, 2013

Phrases That Don't Make Sense- Money Doesn't Grow On Trees

Hi. My name's Michelle, and sometimes I think about things to much. Like the phrase, "Money doesn't grow on trees". Of course money doesn't grow on trees. Neither does electricity. Why don't we say "Electricity doesn't grow on trees". There's tons of things that do not grow on trees, but are not associated with trees, because...well, they're just not. That being said, in on of my "it's late at night so anything makes sense to me" delusions, I was thinking that in order to use a phrase like that, it at lease has to or had to (at one point) make sense. But if you think about it, it really makes just as much sense to say "Money doesn't grow on trees" as it does to say "Horses don't grow on trees". No, duh. So, here's some more reasons (besides just making sense) why saying "Money doesn't grow on trees" just doesn't make sense.

1. Because dollar bills are made of paper which is made from trees...

2. Things that grow on trees (fruit & nuts) we buy in stores...but we don't buy $$ in stores....hhhmmm....

3. If money grew on trees, it would be it's own species. And there would be money tree groves....that had to be maintained, so people would get paid for maintaining the money trees....so people would have to buy money to pay the people who take care of the money trees....

4. If money grew on trees, how would the tree's DNA know which president's face to put on it? Or writing for that manner? Would a tree know if it's been transplanted from Europe to the U.S.? What about money trees on country borders? What would happen if a country's border changed? HOW WOULD THE TREE KNOW???

5. Now that our culture is switching to using debit/credit cards for more things, no one really uses paper money any more...so we're going to have to start saying "Credit cards don't grow on trees" (but really, they're made from plastic which is made from oil...which comes from the ground....) Plus...coins are metal...which comes from rocks....

So, now that I've sufficiently ruined the usage of the phrase, "Money doesn't row on trees", I do hope that you'll join me in refraining from using the phrase....(or at lease use it with knowledge that it doesn't really make sense!)

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Tattler Thursday, Oct 17, 2013. Places I'm Not Taking Amber Part I

   I found this tattle-tale (more like "rant") filed under "Places I'm Not Taking Amber Anymore...On a plane...". This was written in angst last summer (2012) after I had taken all 3 kiddos (by myself-Hubs had to join us later) on a flight to the east coast. Since it's just been sitting there, I figured I may as well put it to some good use, and who doesn't love a good tattle on Tattler Thursday??
    I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO not taking Amber on a plane. Ever. Again.
   Apparently she's developed a sensitivity to motion (which seemed to come out of nowhere-it didn't seem to affect her until she was about 18 months old), which means we have to administer anti-nausea meds prior to long trips or air travel.  This isn't too big of an issue, unless she makes it one. 
    This time, I tried to be a "good mommy" and instead of forcing Amber to chew or swallow Nauzene tablets after she stopped liking the taste, I found some liquid anti-nausea meds-cherry flavored.  Every kid likes taking liquid medicine, right?? Wrong.  She refuses.  It's become such a huge battle, that I tried diluting it with juice.  According to the directions, that's a no-no, and we discovered why the hard way-it loses its effectiveness...oops...
    Prior to our trip to DIA (takes us 3 hrs to drive to the airport), she took her meds without too much conflict.  It was her airport behavior that frazzled me.  To save $$, we only took carry-ons (and 1 personal item-crammed as much as we could get away with). 
     The plan?? Josiah & Amber had backpacks and one drag-along suitcase. I had an over-the-shoulder bag and a drag-along. And a stroller with the littlest. Yeeeeeeeeeesssss..... A flawless plan with no flaws.
     Amber's "specifically-designed-for-kids" drag-along seemed to be giving her problems. And her backpack was too heavy. Yeah, okay. By the time we reached the floor where our gate was located, I was dragging two suitcases (Josiah's was a bit big for him-my fault because his smaller one was packed in another bag), carrying two over-the-shoulder bags (thankfully Amber's had a strap) and lugging her backpack. Josiah carried his backpack w/no prob and pushed Malachi (who thinks a stroller *must* move every second he's in it). Amber still whined.
      On the airplane, it took all the kids about an hour before they fell asleep. When Amber woke, she started crying. Why? I don't know...I don't even know if she knows....but I tried shushing her as best as I could so she wouldn't wake anyone else up during the 3 & 1/2 hour flight (including the 1yo in my lap). My efforts were futile. Eventually, we landed...and somehow made it off the plane and to the pick-up area with Amber not dragging anything, and Josiah & I carrying/pushing everything (Did I mention we also brought along car seats? Yeah....)
       (A year later we took another East Coast trip to see the fam, and we did let Amber come with us. She was almost five, and way more of a trooper. )
Now on to the blog hop! Happy hopping!!!


Hiya Snappers! Welcome back to the 23rd week of the Tattler Thursday Blog and Social Network Hop!


It's time to tattle and hop!


It's a share your crazy, gross, hilarious, in-the-trenches
parenthood stories, or any tattle that you may want to share with us, that has
nothing to do with kids, kind of blog hop! We love funny stories and we want to
hear yours! You don't have to have kids to participate!

Just leave a comment with your story, post not required! So
think of your funniest, wackiest or favorite stories, leave a comment  with your story/tattle, follow your Hostesses
and Co-Hostesses, visit and discover other blogs, and have fun!

Remember the easiest way to get a follow back is to
like/follow other pages and leave a comment! So hop around, tell your friends
and share, share, share! This is a hop designed for you to have fun and share!
Happy Tattling!


about the Blog Hop HERE!







This week's featured blogger is Confessions of a (Not-so-) Super Mom!  She describes her blog as: "A not-so-prolific blog about whatever I feel like, regarding my not-so-super and totally self-deprecating parenting." You should go check out her blog and give her some lovin'!

To be picked as next week's featured blogger of the week, and to be eligible for October's Tattler's Studio featured post on W3G, all about you and your blog, simply comment on one of the three Hostesses blogs with a funny, silly, gross, scary, wacky, or crazy kid story!
The Rules are:
1- Follow Your Host and Co-Hostesses
2- Grab the button and display it on your blog or hop page/section
3- Leave a comment with a funny, wacky, or gross story/tattle


*Be Sure to Hop over to other blogs and visit/network and share the Hop



*Have fun Hopping! (and come back next week!)

 
Your Hostesses
The Wild and Wonderful World of GingerssnapsComfytown Chronicles


The Co-Hostesses
The Wine Chronicles   
 
    Complete Bliss Blog
 
BabyForScale   
 





























***If you have any questions or suggestions, you can reach us at tattlerthursday@gmail.com***