Saturday, August 28, 2010

Mission “Begin First Grade” accomplished! Sweet Pea rocked her first week, albeit a short one. She is completely enamored with eating in the cafeteria. In fact, if you didn’t pry you might think that was the only thing happening in first grade. But if I bribe and distract I can usually get her to let slip with some more information. For example, one of the boys in class has a dad who is a college basketball coach. (And unless there are a whole handful of dads over 7’ who wear college basketball shirts to drop their kids off at school, I am pretty sure I know which one he is.) Also, there is a reading loft in their classroom which she f.i.n.a.l.l.y got to access on Friday. I was also getting sketchy information about a thing called a “Patty” that goes on the back of your chair to hold your books and whatnot. (They don’t have desks.) Then yesterday she told her dad all about her book CADDY and that made considerably more sense.

She has mentioned a couple of new friends. And has also talked about meeting up with the old crew on the playground at recess. She comes home pretty wiped out. And she and her brother are kind of love/hating each other right now. But even with all that, I think we can consider the start of first grade to be a big success.

As for me…well…I’m a little giddy. Between starting our day early and organized, and being down one kid I feel like Supermom. My house is really clean. I’m knocking things off my to-do list like you wouldn’t believe. And I’ve been in the gym every day since school started. Not to mention getting some one on one play time with Sweet William. (Who keeps saying that he misses his sister. But as the days go on he seems to be adjusting to singleton status quite nicely.)

We have a very busy fall ahead of us. Will starts preschool this week. Both kids have gymnastics classes beginning soon. And there are at least two Vandal football games on the books. But right now the biggie occupying my time is a little soiree in my backyard in two weeks for our Governor and about 70 of our closest friends and strangers.

Today is all about yard work.

But now that school is here. Clover is back.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Tomorrow is our last day of summer vacation here at Casa Del Clover. And I'm not gonna lie to you...I am a leetle bit freaked out. This is FIRST GRADE people! My little buddy is going to be gone ALL DAY. She will be eating cafeteria food. There will be an expectation that she can sit at a desk for long periods of time. Without randomly falling out of her chair.

(For years I heard my mother in law tell a story about getting called down to the elementary school for a meeting with the principal because the wee Mr. G just could not help falling out of his seat. And the mental image I had was of him sort of just randomly flopping to the floor like a fish out of water. Which always made me giggle uncontrolably until I saw Sweet Pea do that exact thing one day at kindergarten...)

She doesn't seem to be grasping the gravity of the situation. Which I suppose is all well and good. But. You know. Maybe she could throw her mom a bone and act like she might miss me. Just a tiny bit?

I keep hearing from the other moms that her teacher is kind of a meanie. (Ugh.) So maybe after a week or two I won't be so tongue in cheek about that. Fingers crossed that's not the case...

And time marches on.


Friday, August 13, 2010

We are still having too much fun on our marathon vacay to N. Idaho and Washington. But I had to share a new blog. The owner of this crafty space is a gal from Mr. G's hometown. I remember meeting her for the first time when she was about 12...

But she's all growds up now, and creating beautiful jewelry and other treasures. If you live in northcentral Idaho, you might be lucky enough to find her at a craft fair or decor store. Otherwise you'll have to find her on etsy. Check out the blog, Bu2ful by Betsy B.

And then go drool over her wedding photos...Amazing!!!

Wedding Chicks - DIY Rustic Barnyard Wedding



Monday, August 09, 2010

We are at Papa and Gigi's ranch having a FABULOUS weekend. Not much time to write, but as they say, pictures are worth a thousand words.


Wednesday, August 04, 2010

One of the first things that attracted me to Mr. G oh those long years ago was that he was, well, attractive. That might seem like stating the obvious. But first of all, when I say attractive I mean superfreakinHOT. And also that might have been, for me, a totally new quality in a boyfriend. I know, right? Embarrassing. So here was this incredibly sweet guy, who also happened to be really smart and fun and hilarious and Ohmahgah…HOT. Like muscley and broad shouldered and rippley ab-ed and…ahem. Did I mention his sweet ass? No? Well, let’s just say that boy still melts my buttah.

So there I was with this total jock boyfriend who jogged and played sports and even had a triathlon t-shirt. Suddenly my line about not participating in anything that might cause me to break a sweat or a nail didn’t sound so cute. In fact, it sounded totally lame. I wanted to get sweaty with this guy! Uh…I mean…Ok. Well, we all know what I mean.

So one day I told him that it was his job to make me into Sporty Spice. Which he immediately decided was about the most sexy thing I could have said to him. And he set about turning me into an athlete.

Yeah. Well. One really miserable bike ride had us both lowering our expectations pretty quickly. However, I can say with some certainty that 14 years later I am considerably more active and coordinated than I ever thought I would be. I may not be Serena, but I have completely gotten over my aversion to exercise. A couple of summers ago we even played golf with a couple who complimented our athleticism and I about died out of sheer joy. Me! An athlete!

Which is not to say that I laaahuuuuve to go to the gym or anything. I mean, it’s called WORKINGout. Not nappingout. Or shoppingout. Or even eatingicecreamout. So I have developed a few tricks over the years to keep me motivated. Not the least of which are shopping and eating ice cream. But the one that is relevant to this totally irrelevant blog post is this…When I am doing cardio I have to have a playlist full of really trashy, angry, sexually fueled hip hop and pop music blaring in my ears.

It’s beyond embarrassing really. I mean, we are talking about a whole bunch of Britney Spears, Snoop Dogg, Pussycat Dolls, Usher, Nelly, and sadly even some Miley Cyrus in my ear buds. I drive my Mom wagon to the gym. I lead my two adorable children to the kids club. And then it gets all Hott In Here.

Okeydokey. So. Now that you know that, it will come as no shock to you that I have recently been tuning into the Ke$ha station on Pandora for my gym tunes. (That’s right. I just typed a dollar sign in order to spell someone’s name.) Pandora, much like Tivo, can see you coming from a mile away, and immediately starts to put together playlists that it thinks you will like. Pandora apparently thinks I am a 20 year old stripper. Which is PERFECT for gym music. I figure if it makes you want to spin around on a pole in your birthday suit, it is going to motivate you to run that extra mile on the elliptical machine. (Just humor me.)

Howevah…I keep getting these Eminem songs that are just So. Totally. Insane. I mean, that guy is completely messed up, right? Have you heard anything off his “Rehab” album? OMg Marshal, you don’t need couples therapy. You need freakin’ shock therapy.

The song that has been on a constant loop in my brain today is “Love the Way You Lie” which features Rihanna on the refrain. That girl’s voice is amazing. In fact, despite the fact that the parts that Eminem sings are crazy and vile, I am going to put it on my playlist over there just so you can hear her. Just push play. Go ahead. You really need to hear it anyway so that you can rally with me on this next part.

Interweb…can we please find Eminem a nice girlfriend? I’d do it myself but I’m taken.