Friday, August 26, 2011

I DO believe in fairies. And mortgage refinance.

Yes, after years of getting the run-around from my mortgage company, they actually contacted me (what?) and said I was eligible for a refinance.  Ya know that Obama-fied help-underwater-homeowners legislation that was passed ... um... years ago?  Yeah, they said I'm eligible under that, even though they wouldn't help me the other umpteen times I've called them about the same thing in the past.

At first, I was sure it was a trick, but last night we signed all the documents. And it only took two attempts to do the closing (those bankers are still sneaky).

I do believe in fairies.

Our closer said she is convinced that our mortgage company has gotten some kind of financial incentive recently, motivating them to allow all these refinances to go through. I tend to agree.

I DO believe in fairies.

To quote my mortgage broker, who was pleasantly surprised by our home's worth after the appraisal came back,

"I have hope for Michigan yet!"

I replied, "So do I... So do I."

I DO BELIEVE IN FAIRIES!!!


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Mommytography 365/231-238

231: This shark will swallow you whole.

The kids loved this bouncy slide at the Ypsilanti Heritage Festival.  My daughter said the shark kept throwing her up.
 232: Pizza Orange Dragon Love

The boy loves orange.  And now he has an orange dragon.  He named it Pizza Orange Dragon.  'Cuz it only eats pizza.

233: Pink feathers

My daughter heard about the latest craze -- feather hair extensions.  I'm not so keen on the idea for my 7-year-old.  So, we compromised with a feather clip.  Reminds me of the ones I won at carnivals when I was young.
235:  Flying boy

This is the boy's latest "fighting stance."  I call it flying preschooler.
236: I see you!

Our kitty Buttercup peeks out from behind a door frame.
237:  Master Shifu bows out

My martial arts boy bows like Master Shifu from Kung Fu Panda.
238: Nail designs

My daughter shows off her design work on her nails.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Wordless Wednesday: Zombie Transport

This is my brother's truck and trailer.  He has decided to start a new business: Zombie Removal & Relocation. He claims it is a growth industry, and he's looking for a few good employees.

Are you good with a shovel or a chainsaw?


P.S.  Have you seen the Zombie Engagement Photos?  They rock!

Monday, August 22, 2011

You will rue this day, Carly Shay! Rue it!

I admit it. I like iCarly. Yes, the tween TV show by Nickelodeon about 3 kids who have a web show. I'm not embarrassed. Mostly.

How did this happen?

First, there is very, very few shows that are whole-family friendly anymore. Once you get beyond America's Got Talent and American Idol, there are basically no primetime shows that we can watch as a family. That leaves shows from Disney and Nickelodeon. And I give lots of credit to both channels for providing quality (-ish), family-friendly programming.   I really do.  But...

Nickelodeon does iCarly, a family-friendly show, with a little more irreverence than your average Disney sitcom. Can we say dancing bras, spaghetti tacos, and a girl (Sam) who loves -- I mean LOVES -- fried chicken, ribs and ham?


Hey, they even slimed a kid named Nevel!

I also like that the characters are portrayed how kids would write them -- silly and a bit extreme. Most of Disney's sitcom shows which feature main characters, both kid and adult, that are good-despite-their-flaws (think Wizards of Waverly Place or Suite Life On Deck or Sonny with a Chance). However, iCarly features the truly evil Nevil (Carly's arch-nemesis), Freddie's neurotic, over-protective mother, and Gibby -- the chubby boy who walks around shirtless for no apparent reason. Plus, crazy side characters like Sam's cheating boyfriend (whom she super-wedgies), and the super-fan girl that quacks like a duck. Yes, we want real people to be good, but TV show people are way more fun with a dash of crazy.


And I love -- yes love -- Spencer, Carly's man-child older brother and legal guardian.  Who wouldn't want a guardian who is less mature than a tween?


I'm sure anyone who doesn't watch this show (which is most of you) thinks I'm insane now.

Finally, I blame my 7-year-old daughter. She loves the show -- and so does my 4-year-old son. Hey... so does my husband. It's freaking hilarious. We laugh together as a family. It's great.

Here's a few choice quotes.  I hope you'll get a laugh, too.

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Carly: Why can't you read at your house?
Sam: Cause my mom keeps screaming at the cat to get a job...yeah, I don't know.

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Carly: So where's our couch?
Spencer: YOU KNOW THERE'S MORE TO LIFE THAN COUCHES, OKAY?
Carly: What?
Spencer: I don't know...

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Sam: ...I know that look. That's your thinking look.
Spencer: Oh, I'm thinking. You thinking?
Sam: Yeah, I'm thinking we think of the same thing?
Spencer: We are, if we're thinking about a way to give Nevel a vehicle that's never been state registered and can go 25 miles an hour.
Sam: Oh...no. I was thinking about fried chicken.

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Carly: What's wrong with you, Nevel?! Why is your lifelong dream to get rid of iCarly?!
Nevel: It's not. My lifelong dream is to open my own haberdashery.

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Nevel: (on the ground, facing them) YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS, CARLY SHAY! I DECLARE THAT YOU WILL RUE THIS DAY! YOU'LL RUE IT!
Carly: Give me the guacamole. (Freddie and Spencer give her a large pail of guacamole) RUE THIS, NEVEL!
Nevel: Wait, what is she...oh no. (the guacamole falls from the window and right on him)

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Principal Franklin: Before I announce the winner, I feel compelled to tell you the worst guess, which was 5. [holds up a piece of paper with Gibby's name and the number five on it]
Gibby: I won?! I won! [starts taking off his shirt]
Principal Franklin: No Gibby, you didn't win. In fact, your guess was so far off that we're calling your parents and having you tested.
Gibby: Again?

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This post was prompted by "30 days of shamelessness." I"m planning to get through the whole list, in order, but not necessarily in 30 days.  Enjoy.  Feel free to steal and join in the fun.

1.declare your love for an uncool TV show.
2.look a fool.
3.eat. Whatever you feel like eating.
4.waste time.
5.declare your love for an uncool movie.
6.act “girly” or “manly” in a way you’d normally avoid.
7.share your efforts at something you don’t think you do well.
8.sweat.
9.expose something messy or dirty you’d usually hide.
10.declare your love for an uncool band.
11.dress to show some skin.
12.share about a health struggle.
13.speak up about something crap that was done to you.
14.hold yourself accountable — not guilty — for something crappy you did to someone else.
15.dress, walk, and act like you know you’re all that.
16.spend money on a non-necessity or share a financial struggle.
17.discuss the reality of your work situation.
18.brag.
19.share details about a bodily function or fluid.
20.talk about sex
21.express a strong feeling.
22.set a boundary.
23.air one of your secrets.
24.share a struggle you have yet to “just get over.”
25.ask for help.
26.make a mistake.
27.express a dissenting opinion.
28.discuss a failure.
29.look a fool.
30.name 3 more ways you can live shamelessly and commit to doing them…

The Not-So-Secret Confessions of a First Time Mom

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Mommytography 365/224-230

224: The Festival Theatre in Stratford, Ontario

While daddy and the kids went to Great Wolf Lodge, I caught *three plays in two days* in Stratford, Ontario.  It was fabulous.
 225:  Monarch butterfly

I love monarchs.
 226:  A real black swan, not the movie kind.

He posed for his photo shoot with me.  He was beautiful.
 227:  Pierre St. Pierre

A street performer in Stratford, Ontario.
 228: Jedi Son

A boy and his light saber.
 229:  Daddy -- attacked from all sides.

Big boy attacks daddy at close range with a light saber, while daughter provides cover with the Nerf gun.
 230: Real life Angry Birds

Yep.  We put together the whole game so that we could play a real-world version.  Fun, but harder than the iPod version!

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

The house is on fire! The house is on fire!


(we are pretending here... work with me...)

The family has already collected at the lamppost across the street from our house (our pre-determined meeting spot). Our two cats have strolled out as well.  They knew the emergency escape plan, too.

The loved ones are safe and sound.

I look down and realized I grabbed three items on my way out the door...
  • Shakey doggie, my son's lovie
  • A small stuffed giraffe, my daughter's lovie AND
  • My kids's blankies
 ...what a loving mother

 No I didn't. I look down again. I really grabbed...

  • My blackberry phone
  • My Nook AND
  • My laptop
...what a geek. She can't live without her technology.

No I didn't. I look down again. I really grabbed...

  • Every picture in my house
  • Every photo album
  • My camera
 ...how sentimental. I must have my memories!

No I didn't. Who am I kidding? I can't carry all that crap. I really, really grabbed...

  • My shoes
  • A sweater
  • Some snacks
...how, um, practical. And, uh, likely. After all...it's going to be a while until we go back home again, so I need the shoes. I'm always cold, so I need the sweater. And the kids will be hungry soon... hence the snacks.

This post was prompted by Work, Wife, Mom, Life's Working Mom Wednesday prompt:

2. What three objects would you save first if your house caught fire?




Wordless Wednesday: Daddy/kids trip to Great Wolf Lodge!

Daddy and kids had their annual trip to Great Wolf Lodge last weekend.  Here's a couple of pictures he sent me as evidence they were having a good time!



That is a wolf in a bathrobe, and a horse in a football uniform.  Interesting choices...

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Mommytography 365/217-223

217: One upping the birthday girl


218: Birthday party pink


219: It must be a good game when...

The birthday girl plays her new Leapster game, and everybody is interested...

220: Canine invader

No, we haven't adopted a new dog (yet).  We dog-sat for a friend.  This is Ronnie, the crazed Jack Russell!
 221: Battle scene on a couch

Big boy acts out a giant battle between the Autobots and the Decepticons over and over again...
 222:  Angry Birds glow
My son playing Angry Birds on my Nook.
 223: Benihana chef
We went to Benihana, the Japanese Steakhouse, for our anniversary.  The kids had a blast.


Tuesday, August 9, 2011

14 years

14 years, 9 months ago I went out dancing with a cute guy I knew.  I was smitten.

14 years, 7 1/2 months ago we got engaged to be married.  We were penniless college students, but starry-eyed in love.

14 years ago, I married my true love and best friend.


In those 14 years, we have lived in two states, 3 apartments, and 2 houses. We have worked for at least 8 organizations between the two of us.  We have a smart and precocious 7-year-old daughter, and a clever and rambunctious 4-year-old son.  My husband has become a Master in martial arts, and an aspiring movie star.  I have completed my Master's degree and started a side business in photography.

And I'm still married to my true love and best friend.

Happy Anniversary, hubby.

P.S. Sorry for the sap.  I promise it will be replaced by something geeky, silly or sarcastic in the next few days! 

Monday, August 8, 2011

The Last Straw in a haystack

My daughter is devastated and frantic. Somewhere between spending last Wednesday evening at our friend's house, and coming home, her Diary of a Wimpy Kid Book 3 (The Last Straw) has gone missing.

The entire household -- and my friend's household -- is on the lookout. But, no luck.

It's Thursday evening. She is now experiencing full-blown RDS -- Reading Deprivation Syndrome. It's time to go to bed, but she doesn't have her book. And she likes to read before bed. She wants to find out what Greg, our wimpy kid, will do next.

She goes to bed without her book. Without knowing what mess Greg has gotten into lately. She is very upset.

What if we don't find her book?
Will we buy her another one?
What if she never finds out what happens to Greg, Rowley and Rodrick???

Friday night -- we head back over to our friend's house for a birthday party. After most of the guests leave, an all-out search begins. Three adults and one panicked 7-year-old scour under and behind couches, in bedrooms, under ottomans. No book.

Then, our friend announces "Wait! I think I know where it is!"

She removes the couch cushion, and reaches into a small ripped seam in the side of the couch. And pulls out the prized Wimpy Kid The Last Straw book! That sneaky book had slid inside the couch!  Our friend said that she realized the ripped seam existed after she lost her cell phone down the abyss a couple of months ago.

Since finding the book, our daughter's RDS symptoms have disappeared. And she has already finished Book 3 - The Last Straw.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Mommytography 365/210-216

210:  Kickin' it at swim lessons

My big boy was rocking his kicks at swim lessons.
211:  Peek-a-boo!

My daughter tries to play a game with me so that I can't get a picture of her with her eyes open.  Gotcha!
212:  The Henry Ford Museum

Taken when we stopped by for the Detroit Maker's Faire.
213: Beep! Beep! Cupcake coming through!

A cupcake vehicle seen at the Detroit Maker's Faire.
214: Can I keep him?

We had another bunny visit overnight from the Real Life Farm (the kids' day camp).  This little guy's name is Coconut.  No, we did not keep him.
215:  Halloween in July

Day camp had a week of "holidays," capped off by trick or treating last Friday.
216:  Boing

Big boy found some bouncy time.

Nothing. I just wanted to be sure of you.

OK. I'm usually all witty, geeky and goofy around here, but this time I'm actually going to be sincere and serious. Bare with me.


I have been friends with my now best friend since high school -- a startling 23 years (or something like that)! Sometimes we barely kept in touch, sometimes we talked daily. We don't always agree with each other, but we always keep talking. We joke that I couldn't get rid of her if I tried. And that's a good thing. She's the friend you need when the going gets tough. And she married a guy who bucks up, too (OK, maybe she gives him a little shove sometimes!).

A few years back, I gave her a call in the middle of the night, in tears, because my husband had not returned home when I thought he should have. She stayed with me until he did show up.

More recently, my dog had been very ill with cancer and eventually passed away. She not only cared for my ailing dog on several occasions, but one night -- the night my puppy could no longer tolerate the pain -- she came to my rescue again. She sent her husband to babysit my kids while I took my dog to the emergency vet to end her suffering. My friend stayed on the phone with me until I was calm.

And so, this post is for you Nicole. You already know you are the best. But now everybody else knows, too.



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This post was prompted by Mama Kat's writing prompt about a time when someone saved the day.

Mama’s Losin’ It

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Wordless Wednesday: Sinner!

I took this picture at the Detroit Makers Faire.  It was part of the set-up for a local group called Theatre Bizarre.



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