Thursday, April 9, 2009

Things that can be learned in the middle of the night!

  • Snow reflects a soft purple hue under the street lights.
  • My house makes very odd noises.
  • Apparently the insomniac is the target audience for "Paid Programming" ads.
  • My couch may match the decor, but it is no place to sleep.
  • Tylenol PM does not make me drowsy.
  • Tension Tamer tea does not tame my tension.
  • There are a lot of people on the road in the middle of the night. Which begs the question, where could they possibly be going?
  • Paul can sleep through anything, even his snoring.
  • I have got to finish painting the upstairs hall way.
  • 3 AM is very, very late.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

My Latest Fear

I absolutely love my husband! He calms me down and keeps me grounded...Usually.

The one area of "opportunity" would be the sheer horror he creates within in me regarding food safety.

Granted, I want my family safe from bacteria and food born illness. But given my aptitude for fear and his knowledge of all things food related, it can be a recipe for starvation and disaster.

It started with chicken...for the first 4 years of our marriage I refused to cook chicken...Why...
Salmonella, of course!

Then, when Paul finally figured out I wasn't cooking chicken because of fear, he gave me helpful strategies so that I could cook chicken fear free.

This involved the cone of safety, half a container of antibacterial wipes, and chicken that in the end could be used for shoe leather...BUT IT WAS COOKED.

Time has corrected this issue, and I am happy to report my family enjoys moist chicken...most of the time.

With the latest food born disaster, peanut butter has become my nemesis.

Paul lovingly emails me the latest products that I am to avoid like the plague at the store. Let me tell you the list has become too long to count. There are products I have never even heard of on the list.

During my most recent shopping trip, I rounded the corner to the snack aisle. I stopped dead in my tracks. I was paralyzed with fear...I didn't have the list...I didn't want to buy anything for fear of death by Salmonella...

We still live in America right?

Thursday, February 5, 2009

My Newest, Most Favorite Flair!

I am smack dab in the middle of Facebook mania. Give me a month, I'll settle in.

Today my friend Stephanie sent me the best flair ever!

I will no longer refer to myself as OCD. I am officially CDO-That's OCD in alphabetical order!

Thanks Steph. It totally made me smile!

Monday, February 2, 2009

"Yeah, It's an Oxymoron!"

Paul recently posted a story on his blog heychefpw that opens the door to this one!

When Paul and I were engaged, we attended a premarital class at our church. The purpose was to address and to discuss the key areas of marriage. The point was to help us at least start the dialogue so that when things arose in the marriage, we would have already had some semblance of a plan to help with the challenges we might face.

On one particular evening the topic was finances.

The question before us was, "Of the two of you, who is the most frugal?" Hands down me! I was about to answer when, in horror, I hear Paul blurt out, "No question, it's me!"

Excuse me...Did I hear you right?

I looked at him with clear confusion (note the post's title) and said, "What did you say?"

"I'm by far more frugal than you." This of course got smirks from the group, especially the males who apparently felt his pain and identified with the fact that he faced a marriage in which he would painfully work to the bone, and I would frivolously spend his every last penny.

I calmly (which is a miracle I know, but Paul would tell the story the same way) said, "Are you serious?"

"Yeah, Honey, look at how much money I have compared to you?" This brought audible laughter from the men.

At that moment it hit me.

(Imagine the light bulb and thought cloud here) He has NO idea what frugal means.

I CLEARLY love this man. Because those of you who know me, know that apart from integrity, nothing is more important to me than justice. I wanted nothing more than to explain that I had the biggest bank account, I had savings set aside, I had no credit card debt. He had several credit cards with significant balances. He had no savings account to speak of and was at that time living paycheck to paycheck.

Instead, I WAS SILENT...I let those guys think I was a typical Los Gatos girl shopping her head off. It was my sign that Paul was the one!

On the way home that night, I said to him, "Paul, do you know what frugal means?"

"Yeah, it's like overboard, outlandish. You know, like the frugal gourmet." (It's an old TV cooking show about a guy who makes outlandish meals on a great budget.)

"Yeah, it's an oxymoron. Frugal means cheap, doesn't spend carelessly."

"Oh, is that why he always talks about how much money he saved?"

Saturday, January 31, 2009

What have you been doing up here?

Today was cleaning day...Self explanatory...right...Yeah, as long as you aren't Hunter Sheridan Worley...

Those of you that know me, know that I am completely OCD. Paul would say I rival Kathy Bates in the movie version of Stephan King's Misery. I can spot something out of place before it moves...i.e. my shell tower at work...another time another place...

As a result, Cleaning Day used to mean, I sent the kids down to the basement to play (and honestly stay out of my way) so that I could clean the house "correctly" top to bottom. It would be able to pass the black light test with flying colors when I was done.

I did however, come to my senses, and I have since delegated chores (hence, I am no longer a member of the fun club). Maddy gets in, gets it done and moves on. Hunter...well, let's just say that he gets a little distracted.

Hunter, after being lost in his room for what seemed to be hours, emerged and declared that he was done with his room-he was going down to play with sissy in the basement. He shut his door to keep Koda out and headed to the basement. I continued the task of sanitizing the bathroom.
I proceeded to Hunter's room to vacuum. My horrified response sent Paul scaling the stairs, believing I was bleeding profusely.

Hunter's bed was unmade, the curtain to his "hideout" was on the floor, his desk was a disaster, his drawers were open and over flowing with "important stuff." His hats were everywhere.

But then it caught my eye...his lego table was immaculate...

Are you serious...

"Hunter Sheridan Worley..."

"What have you been doing up here?"

Friday, January 30, 2009

Mama Ceo Likes Me!

I have been the biggest blogging flake in the history of blogging. (Gee, I was dramatic, imagine that!) But with one encouraging blog from Mama Ceo, I'm back!

Now all I have to do is list 5 of my addictions and pass on the award...5 problem...5 favorite blogs no problem. Sit back, have a great laugh, and cyber your way to fun reading...

My top 5 addictions, in no particular order,

1. Facebook

2. Diet Coke

3. Flashpoint-New TV I needed another show to watch.

4. M & M's

5. Blogging

And now I pass this award on to 5 fantastic bloggers again in no particular order...

1. These are the days of our lives

2. The Glamorous Life

3. Home of the Lazy Dog

4. Along Schaefer Road

5. I'm NO superMom but I'm LOVING it!

Happy Reading!

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Lessons from my "Little Ones" revisited

  • Bedtime is apparently a relative term.
  • Dessert and snack are two different things-though both apparently are supposed to contain sugar.
  • Studying flashcards and nightly reading are not homework if they're not on the homework sheet.
  • Items placed on the stairs to be put away at the next ascending are invisible.
  • Dishes apparently make their own way to counter if you leave them long enough.
  • Weather in the 50's means it's time for shorts and flip-flops.
  • Playing the wii does not count as TV time.
  • You can't be in the fun club if you delegate chores.
  • Being too tired absolves you from any responsibility.
  • Shopping at Target is supposed to include a trip to the dollar section.
  • Bad choices don't count if you're sick.
I'm I look stupid...

Monday, January 26, 2009


OK-So as if I don't have enough to be complusive about, I have joined facebook. That was a mistake. I now have a blog and a facebook to maintain. There are not enough hours in the day for work, home, swimming, baseball, blogging, projects and now facebook.

Paul joined too...Of course the race is on...who can get the most friends...come on my friend...pretty please with sugar on top...No Ann and Balbi you can't ask to be Paul's friend it won't be fair! ;)

Monday, January 19, 2009


ER trip to the vet-$1001 dollars
Refund for not doing all they planned-$404
Honest vet-priceless.

Surgery for little fluff ball-$1300
Sympathy discount-$239
Compassionate family Vet-priceless.

Flooded basement on New Year's Day-$600
Compassionate Friend who does it for free-priceless.

And that's just the beginning.

All I can say is De Ja Vue 2008-I ask you to kindly refer to 2009 as 2010 in the presence of our family.

Walking in the Light

Wow! This year year has been a whirlwind to say the least. I am shocked we are near the half way point in February. Part of me wants to dance. If the start of the year is any indication of how it is going to go, I am happy it's flying by. I will usher in 2009 with bells and whistles.

Yet, I am humbly reminded that every day is a gift, and I need to walk in the Light. I need to let Him guide me through each day. I need to listen to His still, quiet voice...Yeah I know for me that's a stretch. I'm never still long enough to catch my breath.

As I write this, our dear neighbor of ten years is fighting stage 4 pancreatic cancer. I am awed by the faith she has in God. I am humbled by the fight she has within her to beat the demon we know as cancer. Hunter, in his six year old wisdom said to me, "Mommy, why are you sad? We are just going to pray and Jesus is going to make her better." The faith of a child and the living testimony of one who is dwelling in God's amazing grace reminds me to walk daily in the His unfailing light.