life happens

Obviuosly this is the reason why I didn't keep a journal int he first place...either I have nothing to say that I feel is important or I have no time to sit for 5 minutes to do it. This week it was the latter. Gia's party and birthday and the memorial for my my Aunt Linny who died of breast cancer one year ago on Gia's birthday. That was a lot to handle for one week. Of course it rained for her "garden party" and is like 85 degrees today...figures. Already I'm feeling the withdrawl from lack of TV shows...all my favs ended last week...all that's left is The Sopranos. Ugh...and the summer has just begun! Anyway, that's it...too much pain in my arm to keep typing...XOXO

diapers?

Today, I have my monthly "friend." I always hated that analogy, (reminder to myself, DON'T SAY IT EVER AGAIN) but it sounds better than I am on the rag. So, anyway...here is the conversation while I am on the toilet...(the door is open of course and I have company as usual):

Gia: Mom, what are you doing? (Duh)
Mom: Going to the bathroom.
Gia: What is that thing? (pointing to maxi pad)
Mom: It's something Mommies need to wear sometimes
(Don't want to get into it right now, please)
Gia: Looks like a diaper...
Mom: yeah, I guess...
Gia: (crying)
Mom: What's wrong?
Gia: You're too big....
Mom: For what?
Gia: For me to change your diaper....

Is this kid for real?????

American Idol Rant

OK...that's it...TV officially SUCKS! I can't believe Chris is off...they just couldn't handle a true rocker I guess. He did Elvis proud...unlike Katharine! I'm sure he was rolling in his grave! I even voted this week, it took me forveer to get through. That is sad and pathetic that I went to bed last night thinking about my rant. UGH! I keep saying I don;t care because he will get a deal and I will buy his album but now I gotta pick one of the remaining losers to cheer for? Forget it, I don't think I want to watch anymore! Well, maybe just to see Simon rip them all...ok enough of this nonsense...I'll have some new nonsense later...

American Idol Rant

OK...that's it...TV officially SUCKS! I can't believe Chris is off...they just couldn't handle a true rocker I guess. He did Elvis proud...unlike Katharine! I'm sure he was rolling in his grave! I even voted this week, it took me forveer to get through. That is sad and pathetic that I went to bed last night thinking about my rant. UGH! I keep saying I don;t care because he will get a deal and I will buy his album but now I gotta pick one of the remaining losers to cheer for? Forget it, I don't think I want to watch anymore! Well, maybe just to see Simon rip them all...ok enough of this nonsense...I'll have some new nonsense later...

ebay and the bathroom

Nice Picture to post huh? Poor Chris always has some kind of injury, usually at the hands of Miss Pushy Shovey Gia...
So today I am trying to sell stuff on ebay...do you ever wonder where people actually take the pictures of the items they are selling?
As I wandered around my house trying to find a location not blocked by toys or shoes or a lazy dog, and one that had good lighting and a clean spot of carpet, I thought about the bathroom. If I lifted up the rug in front of the tub there would (theoretically) be a clean spot with a nice neutral gray colored background.

So that got me thinking where other people took the pictures on ebay...was some fat old guy in dirty boxers taking a picture in his grimy bathroom? Were they taking the picture from inside thier jail cell for that matter? Did they have clothes on at all when photographing? And WHY does this matter to me? I don't know...but maybe it won't keep me up all night now.
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Just recently my 1 year old (who used to be lovingly nicknamed "shovels" because of how he shoveled food in his mouth) has started to be a pain in the ass a meals. He throws all his food to the dog (and even calls her over to get it "AAAAAAAYYYYYYYYEEEEE") and then screams if you don't give him more. I don't get it. He's obviously hungry...some gets in his mouth, but at least half goes on the friggin floor. The he decides he needs to feed himself with the fork. Ahhh remember when it was our firstborn and you started taking videos and calling the grandparents when they started feeding themselves? And now I just want him to finish already! No, we have to say "uuummmmm UUMMMMMMM" and then put the fork in and repeat the "uuuummmmmm UUUMMMM" after. Like a little ritual, awww so cute. NOT! Just eat your food already!

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And Gia, says this morning to my husband...
Gia... "Daddy were are you going?"
Daddy..."To the bathroom"
Gia..."Are you gonna take a huge dump, Daddy?"
Daddy..."uh...yeah Gee"
Gia..."Make sure you spray or you'll stink up the house"

check out the 35 year old virgin

Ok, now that I have your attention...
I am a virgin...to blogging...where is YOUR mind?
So instead of slowly rotting my brain by watching kiddie shows all day I figured I would try it. I still can't believe that the mundane happenings of my daily life could be of any interest to anyone else alive, but maybe one day my kids will look back on it and get a good laugh.

So about me...Hi, I'm Denise, I live on Long Island, NY (pronounced Lawng Eye Lind) with my husband Joe of 4 1/2 years, my boxer Adrian and my kids- Giavanna who will be 3 on May 25th and Christopher who just turned 1 in March. From now on the kids will be referred to as Gia and Chris. Got it? Good. Yes I decided to start blogging on a PMS day, oh well- deal.

So let's see...I love scrapbooking, TIVO, restaurants that deliver and take credit cards over the phone, gardening, Lost (love Jack), House (why can't there be more caring docs like you?), American Idol (Chris is gonna win by the way), wine (yum), The Elder Scrolls (X-Box game, sorry I'm a nerd), my IPOD, the DVD player in my mini van, and country music.

I am a stay at home mom or a SAHM (news to me) by accident...literally. I was injured on the job in 2002 from my career (if you can call it that) as a Paramedic. Sometimes I miss it but luckily (or unfortunately) my one year old is a complete klutz and I am forever debating if he needs to go to the ER or not.

Ok, so, here's my thing...almost every morning I wake up with a question or something that is just bugging me from the day before. So I figure I can get it out of my system by blogging it and then look back at it and figure it all out (yeah right). Hey, it could work...and if not, I can actually put in writing the ridiculous things that happen, that no one will believe, and write a fiction novel about it.

SO today...Chris was a crab and Gia just kept asking me if it was really Tuesday...why I don't know. So far...I got nothin'.