Facebook and the blog

I think I am addicted to Facebook.  When I first heard of it, I went and looked and yes signed up.  And didnt find it to interesting, and after that I didnt go back until about 6 months later, when K told me she had a Facebook account.  And guess what... I didnt remember my password.  But I wasnt to sad, I didnt do much investigating on how to get my password.  A couple of months ago, I decided to try it again because a good friend of mine, who is in the armed forces stationed in North Korea asked me to, she said it was fun and easier for us to communicate on Facebook.  I went and got my password emailed to me and once again ventured into the Facebook thing.  And this time I gave it a little effort.  And wow... I have found a lot of school friends, as well as other newer friends.  And just to have little tidbits in to their life is interesting.  

I have been trying to decide on who I should tell about the blog.  I have my friends and family.  I know my family would be interested.  Friends hmmm maybe.  Some times though I wonder if I should just not tell any one.  And just let it be.  I wonder if I will change what I post, LOL not that I am posting any secrets.  I think though I tend to be more uh...reserved around people I know.  I know that in person I am not very out going, I am pretty quiet unless i really know the people then I am loud and out there. 

I also know that I do need to post more often.  I get on here, and then start reading other peoples blogs, and I read and read, and live in between reading lol and dont seem to get to my own blog.  So I do plan on posting more, "cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye" ouch.... lol

Makes me wonder....

I took my kids to the park today.  I try to do it often.  But sad to say we havent been there in a couple of weeks.  But I am not writing about my parenting inadequacies lol.  I am writing because some people amaze me.  

I saw a couple bring their son who was about 2 years old to the park.  Seems nice and sweet huh...awwww nice family outing.  So they get to the play area, and the sweet little very curious boy reaches down and touches the sand.  Normal behavior...  Both parents freak.  The father swoops him up, while the mother starts dusting off his hands telling him "no no".  Uhhh your in a playground with sand, and lots of it.....

Makes me wonder.... lol

Hair Adventures

My kids can talk me into almost anything.  As long as its not dangerous (ok maybe some times its dangerous lol).  My oldest is the pro, of course being 18 she has had many years of practice.  Her favorite thing to talk me into is dealing with her hair.  When she was in 6th grade she convinced me to dye her hair.  We are not talking like black, or a different shade of brown, or any normal hair color.  She wanted blues, and reds, and purples.  My thinking was "ok shes going into middle school and wants to stand out" and also I wanted the same thing, and my mom always said ok and then never did it lol.  So we bleached (her hair is dark brown) about 2 inches on the bottom and the another inch streak around her face (her hair was also long and straight), I guess it could be considered her bang area.  And her first color was a blood red.  It changed on a weekly basis.  It was kind of cool, and she finally tired of it.  Then came the highlights.  And then complete color change, but managing to stay with in normal hair color ranges.  Until she wanted to bleach the whole thing.  I must add, with each change, I made her understand that no matter what happened it was not my fault LOL.  I also must say, she is a really good sport LOL.  I also cut her hair.  We have a good time doing these things together, and we laugh and laugh each time.  D is starting to join in the fun too!

There have been two times that I have found my self almost lying on the floor peeing in my pants laughing, once about 3 years ago, she decided to cut her own bangs cause I told her I didnt have time and she apparently couldnt wait the whole 2 hours I asked her to wait.  It maybe wrong to laugh so hard at your childrens mistakes, but man this was a gut buster (I repeat I am sooo glad she is able to laugh at herself too)

The other time is this morning.  K is very impressionable, and impulsive.  K wants long flowing slightly curling waves in her hair, K is going to get them no matter how many trials its going to take.  Last night she googled "wavy hair" and came up with pin curls using bobby pins.  I kept telling her that it was going to be to curly, it wasnt going to be how she wanted it, but all I heard was "please mom, please help me, please please please".  So with a slight snicker I agreed.  So she showed me how she wanted it done.....twist the hair tightly thing curl the twisted hair and pin it to her head with a bobby pin.  Ok an hour later we were done.  I went to bed, and this morning she asked me to help her take it out.  I was still snickering.  As we were taking the bobby pins out the tightly curled bumps did not move.  She was still in excited mode, expecting wavy like curls, we got them all out and she went to start unraveling.  And I heard "moooooommmmmmm" and she walked in and I couldnt help myself.....I havent laughed that hard in weeks!!!  My mostly straight haired baby was an orphan annie look a like freckles and all LOL.  She stood there and told me "its not even long and flowy"  and I howled.  Yes she let me take a picture but I think she would kill me if I posted it hmmmmmm ....

Different Voices

I have different voices.  And until yesterday I only really knew about 2.  There is my normal voice, and then my sweet "talking to strangers who dont know me yet" aka "I want to get my way" voice.  K laughs every time I use this one.  She says that people think I am a different person.  So yesterday I really started to think about it after we went to get replacement glasses for D.  Long story short baby S broke D's glasses.  And I went in there and was talking to the guy who was trying to tell me it only needed a screw and that they could have fixed it if I had brought it in before I super glued it.  So I was telling him, that I know what I am doing, and that the store was called ahead of time and asked about repairs.  And I had an out of body experience (lol not really but still ) and I heard myself talking, and saw the way he looked at me.  And it was good.  He knew I was not yanking his chain or in here screwing around and I meant business.  Before I came in I expected to pay half off of what ever we got.   If they had her frames then it would have been half off the frames, and they could use her lenses.  If not the price would have gone up to what ever she chose and the lenses.  Well I got a totally free pair, and they refunded me 15 dollars because the new frame was less than the original pair.  We bought the glasses almost a year ago!  I was very very grateful!

Ok so I got off on what I was talking about.  oh well..... (my rambling voice now speaking lol)

I think she has my mind

Which is a scary thing!  I am talking about my oldest daughter K (18).  And very scattered brained.   I am bad when it comes to remembering short term things.  So its a wonder on how I can remember anything when I have to remember it for a short term in order for it to become a long term memory right?  My kids favorite uh loss of memory story is this :  One time we went to the duck pond, the kids love to go there, have a picnic, feed the ducks, and just hang out.  And having 5 kids I am constantly doing a head count.  I also have 3 older stepdaughters, so I have been doing this head count thing for a while.  So I was tired (notice I am telling the story from my prospective, kids would just say I am crazy lol), and ready to go home.  We gather all of our stuff, and make our way back to the car, after saying "stay out of the road", "stay out of the tree" "ok get out of the tree already" a hundred times, you would think we were one a 10 mile hike, it was only about a quarter of a mile walk to our car.  I get there search all my pockets and back pack for the keys, and all of the sudden I realize the baby was gone.  I yell to my girls "wheres the baby make sure she is not going in the road" and I am looking around.  Only to hear D and K laughing and D finally says "Mom, your holding her".  I think I finally decided I was officially insane that day.  The kids love to laugh and laugh about that story.  But on a day to day basis I am constantly losing stuff, I will have it one minute put it down and lose it.

So now we come to K's own story.  She had been txting me earlier in the day (first day back from break at college), and was telling me she felt kind of lost cause her classes seemed weird.  I told her to double check every thing.  So she calls me laughing really hard and says "Mom I am officially the dumbest person on earth!  Today is tuesday not monday!".  She was doing all her classes by her monday schedule and not her tuesday.  

I am happy to say that she also has inherited my sense of humor and ability to laugh at your self, it will definitley come in handy!

The Begining

Today is my first day for posting a blog.  I have had a lot of inspiration mainly reading other blogs.  And thought hey I can do this.  I have 5 kids and lots of inspiration!  LOL its harder than it looks.  Especially the where to begin part!  Like do I begin when I was born, no that would go back to far and I dont even remember that.  Do I start with the birth of my oldest kid?  Shes 18, and in college.  Maybe the next one, who I almost had on the bridge that goes from the parking garage to the hospital (yeah sure the door is always unlocked!), she is 12 btw.  Or my oldest son who is on a constant emotional roller coaster and hes only 9, or my other son who is 7 and thinks everything he says is the funniest thing on earth (doesnt help that every one else laughs at what he says to).  Or maybe I could start with the baby who is 3 and considers herself the Princess of the family, or would that be the Queen.

I think I will start with the phone call.  My middle daughter, is a minimalist.  She is the worst to go clothes shopping with, she is hard to punish cause she doesnt care what the punishment is.  But when it comes to talking, especially when she is in trouble, its like trying to get a rock to speak.  

Ok so the phone rings.... "hello" (this is me) "hello....hello"

and then I hear D (my daughter the 12 yo) "Hello".  So I say it again "Hello" and she repeats "Hello". And so to humor her I say "Hello" again and this time she says nothing, apparently tiring of the game.  But she stills says nothing, and I can hear her breathing, and some one teacher like saying something in the back ground.  So I finally say "ok D what is going on"  and I get silence, what seems like for ever but what was more like 5 seconds, and I hear the teacher person in the back ground say "well tell her why you are calling".  I dont think she has tried to get a rock to talk before, or maybe she has, she is a middle school teacher.  Finally after another life long 5 seconds D utters 4 words "I was chewing gum".  At this point I let out my breath, cause I was thinking that she had got in a fight, or took a knife to school, or had threatened the teacher (lol not that she would do any of these things, cause despite her rock like qualities she is also the 2nd mama of the family, but knowing they were making her call home for something she did my mind went big).  And I said....I know your all waiting for my scolding, and my anger, or my quiz on what kind she was chewing, but all my wisdom flew out of my head and I said "ok" and that was it.  What kind of mother am I?  And so she stays on for another 10 seconds doing her rock impression.  And finally I hear the teacher say "let me talk to her".  And so finally I get more of the story, she was chewing gum, this the second warning of the year which only started last week, and please dont give her any more gum.  

Maybe I am a bad mom, but I really dont consider this a big enough offense to call home about.  Of course I should mention my poor daughter gets her gum chewing obsession from me.  I am a constant gum chewer, and yes I know lots of people think its a nasty habit.  But hey my nails are finally growing.  I think I must have been a beaver in my last life.