Friday, November 21, 2008

I Won, I Won, I Won

I was just catching up on some of my "Good Reads" and Lo and Behold, guess what I found!  

I got the Cool Blog Award because of an amazingly witty caption in a contest I entered. 

This is what I won


Please check out Dad The Dude if you are interested in my brilliance :)  The post was from Saturday, November 15, 2008.  

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

The Big Party

So Saturday was Eldest Cherub's big "Guys Only" Birthday Bash.  Newest Sis-In-Law and I took Littlest Cherub and her 3 female cousins to a movie and dinner because we weren't invited to the party (yes, we are girls), leaving Dear Hubby and his 2 eldest Brothers in charge amidst approximately 1 dozen 13 - 14 year old adolescents, dinner to serve, cake to cut, heavy winds and blinding rain.  What could possibly go wrong?

Let me stop here and say - BIG MISTAKE!

Coincidentally, because of the heavy winds and blinding rain, a tree had fallen on a telephone pole and the entire neighborhood was in darkness - For quite a while.  There are no street lights.  

Upon our arrival home, this is what we encountered - At least 8 (possibly more, we couldn't tell in the pitch black) of the young cherubs left in dear hubby's care wandering at the end of the street, "checking out the scene" of the downed tree limbs, broken telephone pole and sparks flying from both, and pretty much just all-around getting in the way of the fire fighters, policemen and utility workers trying to fix the problem.  Where was dear hubby, you ask?  We found him sitting on a rocker on the front porch of our home, with the dog, drinking a beer.  In his defense, eldest brothers had walked down the street with cherubs to check out the commotion.  However, (yes there is always a however!) had gotten so enthused at the goings on of the men working, apparently forgot that they had numerous adolescent boys in their charge. 

After rounding up all the boys and taking a head count (it is now 1/2 hour after the official "end time" of the party), we realize that 3/4 of the partygoers have yet to be picked up.  Into the house we go.  In the midst of the mess of strewn clothing, shoes and other various and sundry party accoutrements and items, there are numerous candles dripping a steady flow of wax onto the tables, floors, countertops, coffee tables and any other flat surface in the house.  Good for you, Dear Hubby, for thinking of lighting some candles - but again, HOWEVER. did you ever think to put something beneath them to protect all the flammable surfaces in our home?  And, why, may I ask are they all lit and left completely unattended while the entire party is outside?  And did I mention a reddish-brown, clumpy, smelly, soupy, I-don't-know-what-the-hell-this-is substance filling approximately 1/3 of the kitchen sink.  Do I even dare ask?

There are a few flashlights and lanterns, also, left on, strewn about the house and yard - Also unattended.  I grab the largest, brightest lantern of the bunch and venture onto the front porch where Dear Hubby and Eldest Brothers have now parked themselves for the duration of the evening.  It seems that at this point, a few more relatives, neighbors and random people from the streets have decided to join them.  It only took the simple question "Where did the boys go?" for me to realize that they have spent the evening having a party of their own.  Of the, oh, I don't know, 15 people milling about, I think that maybe 2 had an even semi-quasi-literate answer.  

After, AGAIN, rounding up the boys and asking them to not venture from the yard - Because PARENTS SHOULD BE HERE SHORTLY - I venture yet again to the front porch.  "Do you think we should contact the parents and let them know that there is a detour at our street?"   "Oh, stop worrying, they'll figure it out."  

Little did I realize that the detour WAS our street.  Which proved to be a colossal source of entertainment for the 3 Day men.  You see, we live directly across the street from a cul-de-sac.  In the dark, you can't tell it is a cul-de-sac and the 3 men and various other party-goers and crashers took sheer pleasure in the fact that confused motorists that had been detoured into our little end of the earth would turn into it in hopes that the road was a thru-way to the other side of where the downed pole and trees were.  Only to find that it was a dead end and have to turn around and come back out.  

As each car turned into the cul-de-sac, and there were quite a few, numerous comments such as "It's a dead end, just like your brain . . . Ha Ha - it goes nowhere . . . Good Luck getting out . . . " etc . . . were yelled with vim and vigor all around.   As the cars stopped and slowly proceeded out of the cul-de-sac to find their way out of our neighborhood, more comments were spewed with the same vim and vigor and possibly even a little vulgarity thrown into the mix.  THIS. NEVER. GOT. OLD.  Not to them.  

As each parent pulled up to a stop in front of our home, visions of conversations regarding the "white trash Day family",  ". . . and did you see how drunk the dad was . . . ", " . . . can you believe their family members? . . . " and the fact that each and every one of these children would probably never be allowed back to our home floated through my head.  Which really might not be such a bad thing. :)  

So even after the last young party-going cherub pulled out of our driveway, the party went on. Well into the night.  Dear Hubby and his 2 Brothers, a massive source of humor for all who stayed.  And we had a great time.  Even when we woke to the candle wax, dirty floors and the I-don't-know-what-the-hell-this-is substance still taking up residence in my kitchen sink.  We had a great time.  

PS - Eldest Cherub said the kids couldn't stop talking about what a great time they had at school on Monday and the substance turned out to be the remnants of a beef stew Dear Hubby had made and lost power before he could turn on the garbage disposal when he dumped it out after dinner.  

So, I guess it was a success.  And as favorite bro-in-law says - "Hey, no one was lost, hurt or killed - it was a good night."

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Getting Back To "Normal"

It's been a bit since my last post, but I have whole-heartedly been trying to get our little brood's lives back to "normal".  

Since my last post Little Miss B has been spayed - trying to keep her quiet and calm is proving to be a tremendous feat.  And only 7 more days to go before the sutures come out (Lucky Me). We are still waiting on her second set of x-rays to make some decisions regarding whether or not she will have surgery on her leg.  

Mr P has graduated from his cane, now he only walks with an exaggerated limp (Just like Little Miss B) and is trying to get back into the swing of full-time working.  His days are getting longer and dinner is getting later.  

Eldest cherub is getting ready for his 14th birthday party - this coming weekend - a guys only (16 guys to be exact) football and movie fest, leaving his little female friends planning and conniving a way to "crash".  Oh what fun it will be. (Yes, that is a note of sarcasm)

Littlest cherub is busy with a social life that rivals Paris Hilton's.  I have become a chauffeur and short order cook on a daily basis to get her fed and where she needs to be on time.  

And both cherubs seem to be bringing home enough homework, that it seems to be that they are in some sort of doctoral program to become high placed, top-secret, government engineers of some sort.  I am NOT doing well in sixth and eighth grades!

Suffice to say, "Normal" does not seem to be coming any time soon.  Which got me thinking.  How can I possibly get my brood back to our scheduled, organized, quiet life?  How can we get back to "Normal"?  Then I remembered something a wise woman (Dear Mother, of course) said to me 14 years ago.  It was just after eldest cherub was born and I was tired and frazzled and queried, "When do things get back to normal?"  Dear Mother's response was, with a small giggle, I might add, "Oh honey, you need to find a new normal."

So, as of today, I have resolved to find our new normal.  If our new normal is keeping the pace of a race car driver (feeling like one at least - going around and around in circles with the feelings of accomplishing very little) then so be it.  At least everyone is happy.  

So, with the days getting shorter, the weather getting crappier and the onset of the coming holidays, decorating and gift buying, the making of the Holiday Card list (then actually sending the cards), long distance shipping, home and food preparation, Parent/Teacher Conferences (how convenient that they occur smack dab in the middle of the holiday season), clothes shopping for and then attending Holiday Concerts (yes, both cherubs are in the chorus - it is mandatory), the random birthday and holiday parties, packing for the post Christmas ski trip (do you know how much you need to pack for a week of skiing?), and let's not forget - going to work, cleaning the house, doing the laundry, etc. etc. etc. . . . . . . . .  it will be "Normal", oh so "Normal".  Bring it on!

So, in the words of Mr. P, "It's All Good."  

We will be having a very "Normal" Holiday Season.  

Monday, November 3, 2008

Happy Belated Birthday To Me

Mr P's birthday present to me (my birthday was Sept. 27) finally came in.  I absolutely love it. Yes, I have gotten quite a few of the "You are soooo gay!" comments, but I like what I like.  


Notice that Little Ms. B made the cover too :)