Talking to myself......again

Sometime I think I am the only one who hears what I say. I have conversations with everyone in my house but I am the only one that listens to me.

Here is an example from tonight. Marty (hubby) went to the hospital to see his dad after this fab-u dinner I made. He called me when he got there to tell me he made it & Gus (his dad) looks better but still fells like shit. (I'll do a blog on him soon.) Anyway, everyone was off work/school today but me so the basement looks very lived in. He asked me to tell the kids to put the couch bed away, clean up all the pillows, blankets, toys and whatever else they used all day. No problem, one less thing for me to do. Mary Jo is in the shower so I tell Mike and Marty to go down and get it taken care of before dad gets home. They were both looking right at me and said okay and walked out of the kitchen and down the stairs, I know this because I watched. 10 minutes go by and they are back up stairs laughing, playing and having a pillow fight, so I think they are done. I asked Mary Jo to go down and see how it looked and report back to me. She leaves and never comes back so I think it's done. I am sitting in the office and I hear all this noise in the kitchen, stuff falling on the floor, little people trying to pick it up, it falling again, and little people laughter the whole time. I really like little people laughter so sometimes I just let it go. I got up just to see what was so funny and they are having a pillow fight in the kitchen with the pillows from the basement which means the basement is not clean. Imagine that. I call Mary Jo who is now watching T.V. and ask her if it is clean and she says no.
WTF is going on here? Now my blood is boiling and I let the scream out.

"GET YOUR ASSES IN THE BASEMENT NOW, CLEAN IT LIKE DAD WAS WATCHING YOU AND YOU HAVE 5 MINUTES TO DO IT!"

Guess what, I was done in less then 5 minutes.

Do I just start with the psycho screaming from now on????

6 Random Things About ME - meme

Jess tagged me and I'm all in.

1. I am the only member of my family with no middle name.

2. I won a gold medal in Junior Olympics for Volleyball when I was 14.

3. I am double jointed in both my thumbs.

4. I have the weakest stomach in the world when it comes to "hair" in food, drains, on a table, hanging off my shirt, etc.

5. My dad ran me over when I was about 5 years old. (not on purpose)

6. I have twins that are 66 hours and 5 minutes apart.

I want everyone and anyone to play so no tag directly from me.

A Good Morning for all!

The morning routine at my house went very well today. Everyone got up on the first call and were dressed and at the breakfast table without my veins popping out of my neck from screaming at them... Then it hits me!

The only reason everyone was so happy to get up is because we are going to the Dells tonight for a little get-a-way. We have not had a family vacation all year so this little get-a-way is needed real bad.


I'll post some pictures of all our fun when we get back.

I hope you all have a great weekend and keep it safe!

Taking the tag from Tammy

What would you like to be? Answer the following with a word or reason, and have fun.

1. Tree- Lilac Tree, very pretty flowers.

2. Animal- Horse, I would love to run free all day long.

3. Vehicle- 1963 split rear window Corvette. I think it is a great looking car.

4. Appliance- a vacuum, my house would always be clean.

5. Gemstone- Sapphire, it is my birthstone.

6. Flower- Tiger Lily, I love the shape.

7. Instrument- Harp, the soft music is so relaxing.

8. Fruit- Orange, it's my body shape. YUCK!

9. Bird- I am not a fan of birds, it reminds me of the movie from the 60's "The Birds" always freaked me out.

10. Crayon- Black because its so slimming.

Join in the fun!!

HAIR CUTS WITH A STAR

Last week Marty was so fed up with the boys hair that he took them for hair cuts on Friday night. Hair cuts are usually my thing. My neighbor Patti is a stylist & usually does me, Mary Jo, Mike and Marty for $20.00. Cant beat that deal now can you? My hubby Marty goes to Joe, he has been going to Joe since he was a teenager and now pays $25.00 with a tip.

Patti is good but she usually wants me there at 8:00 in the morning or 2:00 in the afternoon on a Saturday. Not really good for me anymore since the kids are into everything. Saturday mornings we do CCD at 9:00 so 8:00 is out. We are always busy doing something during the day so 2:00 usually does not work either.

Mary Jo's has THICK, WAVY/CURLY hair. Her last hair cut was done by my friend Laura, also a stylist. she did a really nice job. I went to her because her daughter has curly hair like Mary Jo and her hair always looks so cute. Needless to say, I am vey happy, she did not charge me anything so as payment I am giving her some candles. She is one of my customers so I know what she likes and who cant use candles.

My hair has alot to be disired. It is way to long right now, way too many colors and is always in a pony. I need a new style.

Back to the subject......

How cool would it be at 7 years old to tell all your friends that you and a famous guy get your hair cut by the same guy....Barber Ron.

Well, mine do now. Friday night while doing laundry, Marty calls to tell me the boys now get their hair cut with an actor named Valentino Cimo. "WHO"? you ask. Well if you ever watched the movie Next of Kin (i have a million times) you would know I am talking about Rhino, the guy who gets locked on the bus with all the snakes. If you still dont know him, here is a picture.



So Marty gets a talkin to this guy they exchange numbers and he calls Marty yesterday to let him know the kids autographs are ready and as they are chit-chatting they start talking about the Bears and how my brother has 4 seats and how Valentino would love to buy a game off my brother (the seats are really good).

Well I just e-mailed Michael to see if hhe would like to sell a game. I doubt it, he is a die-hard Bears fan.

Out of the mouth's of babes, messy house, the never ending pile of laundry

I can't tell you how long it's been since I cleaned my house, I mean really cleaned my house. To me it is disgusting. Here is what it looks like as of tonight 11:28 p.m.

Mary Jo's room. Who would have thought a little girl could be such a slob?




The Front Room (my favorite place to be).



The kids Front Room and Dining Room in the background.




Mike and Marty's room (I have given up here).

View #1


View #2


The Dining Room. As you can see my hubby likes to hang stuff on chairs and will be the first to bitch about all the shit on the chairs, HUH????

You can also see MJ's homework, the laundry I folded earlier and no one put away.




The Kitchen table with the load I just finished folding and then decided to blog about "out of the mouth's of babes and my messy house, so that is not put away either.



Laundry Area



My Kitchen



So earlier as I sat here thinking how gross my house looks. I decided that tomorrow I will go to the laundry mat and get all the laundry done in a jiffy. So I send my youngest to the basement to see if his dad has any plans for tomorrow night, he can watch the kids while I laundry.

Marty comes back up and say to me, "Dad said he has no plans but you need to call him, he wants to talk". The one thing I regret not doing when we built this house was intercoms. So next thing you know my cell is ringing, guess who? My hubby. He asks what Marty said to me, told him we are not done talking yet, says ask him what he said, I'll wait on the line....okay, here goes:

Me: Marty what happened down stairs?

Marty: (very quietly) I said s u c k (he spelled it to me) to dad.

Me: What?

Marty: I told dad it must suck to be sick. (Hubby has a cold, the worst cold in the history of colds, I just had one for 2-1/2 weeks but my was nothing. get what I'm saying')

Me to hubby, who is still on the phone: I'll handle it.

Me: Marty what were you thinking?

Marty: sob, sob, sob, I don't know?

Me: Where did you learn that word? (with every breath I was hoping he did not say you mommy).

So after several questions, it turns out some kid from camp said it and that where he heard it from, blah, blah, blah.

He is punished for 1 day, no TV, no video games, no outside after school and my favorite part of this punishment, HE HAS TO CLEAN HIS WHOLE ROOM!

I know "suck" is not all that bad but I really don't want the school calling me to tell me that he is walking around telling everybody that someone or something sucks.

4th Grade breakdowns

I pull up to school today at 2:55 like I do everyday, only today was like no other day.....


I pull up and see all these kids crying like someone had just stole the most prized possession that ever had owned. I see one of the dads i know and say "Frankie, what the hell is going on?" He said he did not know. Little Frankie (his son, Mary Jo's friend) says to me, hey, look at Mary Jo. I turn to see my daughter bawling her eyes out. I ask her what's wrong and she says that her teacher is leaving. I can not understand a word she is trying to say in between sobs.

I managed to get to Marty's teacher and get the scoop from her. MS TIERNAN (Mary Jo's teacher)GOT LAID OFF!!! It turns out that teaching positions are allocated using a formula that looks at student enrollment. It is separated as follows: Kindergarten, 1st-3rd & 4th-8th.

4th grade has 95 kids - 3 teachers
5th grade has 78 kids - 3 teachers
6th grade has 102 kids - 3 teachers
7th grade has 69 kids - 3 teachers
8th grade has 73 kids - 3 teachers

The budget dept. works with Human resources to select the position number that closes, after that is decided then they identify the quota teacher with the least seniority and that is the teacher that gets laid off. So this is how it worked in laymans terms.

Mrs Cutro's 7th grade position got axed due to lack of students and Ms. Tiernan who is only in her 2nd year here is low man on the totem pole so she gets laid off.

They just told her on Friday the 26th and today Tuesday the 30th is her last day.

Whatever happened to a 2 week notice. They told the kids today at 2:30. How can they be so insensitive to these kids and this teacher.

Can you imagine getting told you are getting laid off effective immediately but have to come back for 2 more days. And remember don't tell the kids in your class until 15minutes before you dismiss them?

Maybe a better way to do this would have been a note home to the parents to let them explain to the kids what was going on. You just don't spring this on a bunch of 9/10 year olds.

The school grounds are usually empty by 3:30, not today, no one really wanted it to end.

You will be missed dearly Ms. Tiernan.