Friday, November 14, 2008

George Michael Says...

Last Christmas, I gave you my heart... the very next day, you gave it away....
Sorry. Couldn't be helped.

This year, the Martinez Co. Christmas is being sponsored by my employer. I got a great big gift card bonus for my 7th anniversary here (and don't even get me started on why I've been here that long) Each year we get the kids one "big" present. Either something huge, like the Wii, or just something they really want, like bicycles. This year, it's paintball guns.

Yep, I know what you're thinking. What kind of lunatic gets paintball guns for little kids?! THIS kind of lunatic! (cue deranged smile)

Actually it was my husband's idea, and at first, I said absolutely not. But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. Of course they're still too young and fragile to actually go to a paintball park. Range? Course? What the heck do you call those places? Anyway, I digress. We got D a small paintball "marker" - since retailers don't call them guns anymore. Belly got an even smaller one, made just for kids. We got them each 500 paintballs and A TARGET. Yep, we got targets to set up in the back yard, in front of our garage, so they can play with them without anyone getting hurt!

Next year, maybe we'll go skydiving! Muahahaha!

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Wordless Wednesday

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Veteran's Day

Today is Veteran's Day, and I've only come to truly understand and appreciate the scarifices of our military in these past few years. Last year I watched a special broadcast from a war memorial in DC and it had me in tears.
Anyway, I called my grandpa today to say thank you. To let him know I love him, and appreciate his sacrifices. To let him know he's my hero. He seemed a bit flustered by the attention, but thanked me for remembering.
So, I urge you, call your favorite veteran today. Let them know their work has not been forgotten.

Smell My Armpits!!!

Well, Isaiah has a little lisp, so it sounds more like, "Smell my armpit-ths!"
He has found a certain joy in putting on Daddy's deodorant and then running around the house and making everone comment on just how fresh and manly he smells. Fun times :)

In the bad timing dept: Our bedframe from Ikea broke. So we went to Ikea on Friday and picked out a new one. Dragged it home, put it together. Then Saturday my uncle offers me his beautiful bedroom set because his wife decided to redecorate - again. Dilemma! Do I return the one I just got for a whole new set? Then I have to rent a truck to pick up the set. My hubs loves the new bed bc it's brushed nickel, he doesn't really like wood very much. My uncle's set is dark wood, with a big beautiful four poster bed frame. *sigh* For those of you who don't know, I've never owned an actual bedroom set. Always just picked up a piece here or there, or whatever cast offs we got from family. So even 2nd hand, it's still a set. *bigger sigh* So I wavered on it for a few days. This morning I laid it all out and hubs said, as he usually does, "Sweetie, whatever you want is fine."

We used to have a matress pad under our mattress, instead of a box spring. When we picked up the new frame, we also got a box spring. We took the mattress pad and put it on the floor that night so the kids could camp out in our room (which, for some reason, is a big exciting thing for them) The next morning, they inform me that my bedroom is now their dojo, and they're practicing their ninja moves. Oooohkay.

So my weekend was spent smelling armpit-ths in the dojo.