Monday, June 29, 2009

Alcohol May Have Been A Factor

For the 13th year, Manic Mommy spent her Saturday wasting away again in Margaritaville. It's really more of a visual...

Arrival Time: Approximately 12:00 noon. Drinking commences immediately.
Please note Tiki Bar built by my brother, John.

John can down an entire 12 oz beer in 6 seconds.
My sister, Danni can count Mississippis like nobody's business.

I don't think anyone counted how long it took me to down a beer from a flamingo funnel.

Everywhere we go, people think my friend, Joe is Kevin Youkilis.

Hugging Joe
Cradling my margarita.

Did I mention the HAIL STORM??

Alcohol was clearly a factor.

Jimmy was in fine form.

Danni has her FINS UP.

As did the rest of the crowd.

Danni's new boy(toy) friend, who not only shares her birthday but also could not believe she was the mother of two teenagers.

Can not tell you what they are looking at.

Arrival in parking lot: 12:00 noon
Departure from parking lot: 1:00 am, the following day.

Conclusion: Manic Mommy and her peeps are VARSITY!

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Nearly Wordless Wednesday - Unbreak My Heart*

Maybe it's too soon but the house is too quiet, the bed is too empty and the cat is wandering around, looking.

Align CenterMeet our new (as yet unnamed) little girl.
Born May 12th and joining our little Cabina Contenta on July 3rd.

* post title borrowed from my dear friend, Denise at Real, Life, Ramblings, the first person I turned to after Maddie.

Monday, June 22, 2009

55 Miles. Each Way.

Signs your husband needs a shorter commute.

Actual conversation at our house:

Andy: Today, on the drive home, I pretended I was The Transporter.

Christine: Like the movie?

A: (smiles) Yeah...

C: So you were driving like a maniac.

A: No. I was just driving normally.

C: Were you pretending you had someone in the trunk?

A: Nah. I was just The Transporter if he was just going somewhere regular.

C: Like Starbucks?

A: But I could have turned it on at any minute and none of those other idiots on the road knew it...

C: What else do you do when you're driving?

Editors Note: I changed the date on this post to give it a second go. It was previously posted last week, the morning of 'the event.'

Friday, June 19, 2009

Way to Hit a Girl's Self-Esteem

No Mommy. I just want to be with Daddy. You smell like oatmeal.

- Gremlin (06.18.09)

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

On the Rainbow Bridge

My little Maddie-dog got out of the house, got hit by a car, and died today. I just got back from the vet a little while ago. Andy's home, and we talked to the boys.

In true fashion, HRH drew a picture of Maddie going up to join Grampa up in heaven. Gremlin is angry and wants to fly to heaven and get her back. Andy is being supportive of me. And I'm blaming myself for letting her run off.

My poor little girl. She was dead before I picked her up off the street and before I drove like a maniac to the vet's. The vet could not have been nicer, getting me water and allowing me to stand there and pet her, crying for as long as I wanted. I've got her collar in my bag now.

It wasn't my children, it wasn't my husband, or any person. But I feel her loss and our house is emptier without her.

Maddie in her Yoda Costume
Halloween 2008

Friday, June 12, 2009


His: I can take a sip of my husband's beer. I can take a sip of his coffee. I can share a Pepsi with him at the movies. But I can not so much as apply my lips to his glass of milk. The idea of drinking from someone else's, or (heaven forbid!) having someone else drink from his milk is anathema to him.

Mine: At yoga, I have to perfectly align the edge of my yoga mat with the planks of wood on the floor of the studio. If they're not just so, I will move out of a posture to correct it.

What're yours?

Monday, June 8, 2009

Mommy Fail

A few weeks ago, the boys and I sat down and made a list of SUPER FUN summer activities designed to keep us from killing each other active. Last week was our first full week of summer vacation. I consulted the list, we filled the sandbox, we played outside, we went to the bookstore, we went for walks, we had a playdate, we kept busy. On a scale of 1-10, I'd give it a D-. The weather was eh, the boys were wild, and mommy was impatient.

Following a book store fiasco (Gremlin threw a book across the kids section at me) and a grocery store nightmare (Gremlin screamed from one end of Stop and Shop to the other when I wouldn't purchase a Star Wars Transformer), I decided it must be the transition to both being home all the time. I had previously rejected a week of summer day camp this early in the season but perhaps it was time reconsider. On Friday, I called our local Boys and Girls Club to see if there were any openings for the Kid Squad day camp that three of Gremlin's school friends were attending for the week. Thank the Lord there was! Where. do. I. sign?!

This morning promptly at 9:(02), I dropped Gremlin and all his gear with his name Sharpied inside at the B&G Club. His cubby did not have a name on it, nor was there a little name tag waiting for him as the other kids had. I had also read the wrong info in the brochure and dismissal was at 1:00, not 12:00. So I had to go home and get a lunch. No big deal. We had signed up last-minute and besides, of the 20 kids in the group, at least 10-12 were from our preschool! After a few minutes of clingy/shyness, Gremlin was in his groove and happily said goodbye to me from his spot on the floor, playing with his friend, Jack.

While at home, I got a call from the Club. We were in the wrong class. They had placed him in the Tot-tivities group (ages 2, 3, and 4) not the Kid Squad group (ages 3, 4, and 5), which was, of course, full up. They were in the process of moving him to the other group. Uh-oh. Big deal. We agreed we'd play it by ear and get a prognosis from the teacher at noon, when the younger class is dismissed.

Sure enough, I arrived at noon and Gremlin was playing outside in the sand. The two groups had shared snack time and when they broke up for activities, this new teacher brought Gremlin back with her. As soon as he saw me, he burst into tears. I looked at his face streaked with dried tears and I wanted to cry. The teacher confirmed that he had been crying off and on since "the break up".

Of course he doesn't want to go back - although he would like to if he can be in the class with his friends. I'll call and try again to have them make an exception but hopes are not high. Sigh.

Where's that list again?

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Who's on First?

How many daddies does it take to 'coach' a Little League game?

Gremlin enjoying the game.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Shameless Wednesday

In my defense, it was 1986.

Now I double dog dare you; post yours.

Monday, June 1, 2009

The Rhetorical Husband

1. Do we have milk?
(Hmm. If I had bought milk, where would I put it?)

2. Is this today's paper?
(Let's look at the top. Just below the words, The Boston Globe, what's right there?)

3. Do you know where I took off my watch?

4. Do you want me to give Gremlin his bath?

(No! Please. Let me.)

5. Do you know if it's supposed to rain today?
(Well, my trick knee is throbbing...)

6. Do you know where the boys' shoes are?

(See #3)

7. Picks up phone and reads caller ID aloud: 866-222-1000?
(I'm gonna go with "telemarketer"...)

8. Should I have the boys wear their raincoats?
(Is it raining?)

9. Are you watching this?

10. Are you awake?

What questions do you answer (or ignore)?

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