Thanksgiving 2008

It was fabulous! I have no pics though because I always have my hands full chasing the monkeys.

My mom spent the night Wednesday night and that was great. We hit the gym Thursday morning after Triple A came and put a new battery into my van, sigh. Then we went to Auntie M's for an out of control feast! Jake had a 10 minute nap the whole day so of course by the end he was pretty cranky. Otherwise it was good, clean fun.........well Mike did stick his hand in a pile of dog poop in the backyard.

I am proud of myself for getting to the gym everday this holiday weekend but it's not going to make a dent in the calories that I have consumed. Mashed potatoes with 1/2 a stick of melted butter for breakfast is not on anyone's healthy diet. I would have to swim the English Channel to burn off those calories.

Ugh I am writing this at the gym and now I am being paged. I wonder which one of my savage kids are causing problems.

An American Bar In Iraq

So my younger brother Bill is in Iraq. Weird place for a Navy Seal since there isn't a lot of ocean in the desert, but Seals are good for other stuff too. I was talking to him this evening on Facebook, using instant messaging. I actually talk to him more now than I did when he was in San Diego because when he is at home in his spare time he is surfing or hanging out with his wife. Now that he is bored in his spare time he talks to basically any family or friends on Facebook. He also called me on my cell phone and it sounded like he was in California, it was amazing! He told me everything is monitored so basically the phone calls consist of me talking about the kids.

This evening he did say that him and his buddies are building a bar and would like bar decorations. I made some joke about building a matching still and making potato wine, which he promptly ignored, making me slap my forehead remembering that he has told me countless times everything is monitored, Duh! Anyways I do want to help our men in uniform by sending them bar decorations.

I asked my husband if he would like to donate his dogs playing poker tapestry he got in Tiajuana while at UCSD but he actually got sad and said only if Bill promises to bring it back. OMG, of course I am not going to ask Bill to bring that back from Iraq! Men get so goofy and sentimental about that shit, I knew better than to ask about the framed velvet painting of the monkey poker dealer. So I said fine then I am buying Bill a neon sign and Erik said fine.



My brother's name is Bill, when you get a chance, please say a prayer. And I don't care who you pray to, it could be G-d, Buddha, Jesus or your garden gnome just say, "Please let Charlotte's brother Bill come home intact.".
Below is a pic of Bill with my first born. They are clones. Bill has passed out watching Transformers with his first nephew.

This is Bill's beautiful wife Ari with a squirmy Bekah, Dec. 2007

This is Bill with Jake after Jake has obviously eaten a dinner of sweet potatoes and carrots. I am guessing since he looks a little orange. Dec. 2007

Fetus? But My Name is Michael

My 4 year old was asking about sex today, but he didn't know it. While taking Mike to pre-K this afternoon he busts out with:

"How come I didn't go to the wedding?"

"What wedding?!"

"You and daddy's wedding, was I a tiny baby in your tummy?"

"No honey, you weren't in my tummy yet." Contrary to what some people believe.

"Where was I being a baby at?" Uh-oh!

"Uhm, well you weren't a baby yet. A part of you was in mommy and a part of you was in daddy and when we got married then you became a baby inside me.". Please, please, please don't ask for more, I am not ready for this.

"And then I was Michael.".

"Well we had to wait a while before we called you Michael, we didn't know you were going to be a boy right away. "

"What did you call me?"

"Well when a baby is really little inside a tummy it's called a fetus."

"Fetus?! You called me fetus?! But my name is Michael!".

"But we didn't know you were Michael yet!"

"Did you call Bekah fetus?"

"Yes"

"Did you call Jakey fetus?"

"Yes"

"That's silly."

"I know. Wow, look at that big truck over there."

More Blogging Nerdiness

So I started off today feeling like vulture vomit. I stole that saying from my dad but it describes perfectly how I felt after slithering out of bed this morning. But the nausea is gone, I haven't raced to the bathroom in a few hours, I can breathe from both nostrils and my headache has subsided. My kids watched an unG-dly amount of television but I need to be healthy to get through this upcoming Thanksgiving week so a litte electric babysitting won't kill them.

While I was convalescing today I spent many hours surfing the net and reading blogs by other nerds like myself. Wow, I read some great stuff! Entertaining and intimidating. There are some WAY better writers than myself in this world. I better keep my day job.

I also added some gadgets, widgets and whatnots to my blog but half the shit I have no idea what it does or where it ended up. There is this thing called Twitter where you can enter info on what you are doing at anytime during the day, like the status update thing on Facebook. Then I added this thing at the end of my posts where you can give me instant feedback just by checking a box. I know that leaving comments for some people is confusing or too time-consuming so now you can just check a box to let me know that I made you laugh, mad or bored. Or other.

I also added links to sites that list blogs called The Good Blog and All Mediocre. But I am not really sure how those work. We will see. Start pushing buttons and tell me what happens.