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Monday Muse Meets MishMish!

Can I have an amen for the alliteration?

Today’s Monday Muse is Susie Libell, a mom of two chaotic little people (as she prefers to call her punks/heathens/chilluns/epsilons/offspring/etc – please-insert-your-moniker-of-choice here). Susie writes the delightful blog Inner Toddler, in whose words I recognize a kindred spirit: her posts create a catch-all journal of sorts that relive events of the day, air troubles, share triumphs, showcase discoveries, and pretty much cover the same bases that many of us artist-mommies run circles around everyday.

Like yours truly, Susie also made the leap and started a company this year: MishMish Studio. Go browse a bit  – you’ll find lots of watercolor prints in luscious colors. If you’re looking for something completely different to decorate the kiddo’s rooms, check out her animal line (the name prints are awesome too).

Best of luck with the business Susie! Keep up all the hard work!

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Appliance Hell: Phone Sex Edition

I bet you didn’t know this…but switch one zero for a three in the LG Customer Service line, and instead of sub-par phone grunts rolling their eyes at your domestic dramatic diatribe, you get sub-par phone grunts rolling their eyes at your domestic drama while saying things like “Oh yeah baby, take my thong off with your teeth.” And stuff like that.
At least, I think that’s what they would say…instead of giving them my credit card number when asked, I hung up the phone in shock.

For a second or two I seriously thought the service dude who effed up his schedule and forgot he was supposed to be at my house first thing this morning gave me the phone sex number in place of the LG phone number on purpose.

I was a bit of a bitch to him after all.
What can I say, incompetence brings out the worst in me.

But no, looking at my phone I realized I had added an extra 3 and dropped a 0.

Who knows, this info may come in handy (har-har)…I’m sure there are plenty of people so insanely frustrated by LG’s pathetic excuse for customer service that they’d be delighted to discover a cellslut/telehooker/mobilemistress on the other line.

In the meantime, my fridge still sports a warped patch on the ceiling, and the temp control board is hanging from wires dangling out of melted sockets. And there ain’t nothing sexy about that.

As far as I can tell, the only thing LG excels at is the ability to turn a simple  service call into a clusterf or astronomical proportions.  I witnessed it first hand last year with my dryer, and joy of joys, am experiencing it again with my easy-bake oven fridge.

The phone sex chicks might actually fix my fridge faster.

Maybe I should call them back.

Getting Started

This is it. Tomorrow morning we kick off first grade homeschool. I’ve been homeschooling Miss A since she was 2, but somehow Pre-k, and even Kindergarten, didn’t give me cause for much stress. I had a schedule and lesson plans, but it was for the most part, relaxed and intuitive.

But first grade is fur reals man.

First grade is like, serious business.

So I decided we needed a bit more stucture and organization this year: the old, “Fail to plan, plan to fail” mantra, y’know.

Yet, I am also realistic and don’t plan (or want) to turn my house into some evil child labor scene from a Dickens’ novel. So the schedule is intended to ensure there is room for downtime – bits of chillin’ out that will bring balance to our hectic day (and hopefully keep my stress level from rocketing past Jupiter).

One of the nice things about homeschooling is that we can skip the manic morning rush so many households have to face each school day. We can stay in our pj’s for a few hours while breakfast is eaten, laundry and dishes are done, a bit of tv is watched, and email is caught up. In other words, we can ease into our day. From 7-9 am Miss A has time to eat breakfast and watch some tv. She also needs to get dressed and brush her teeth during that time, but I think 2 hours guarantees she won’t be feeling rushed. During this time I too will have breakfast, check e-mail, do some chores, feed and dress Lil’ G and generally prepare for my day.

Nice, huh?

However, Miss A and I both need to earn our morning time (I  don’t know where this Puritan work ethic comes from, I just have it), and simultaneously get a jump on the day so it feels more productive from the get-go: I get up at 6am to make the husband’s coffee anyway, so I will spend 30 minutes either on the treadmill or doing yoga, then if I’m lucky, I’ll spend 10-30 minutes free writing for my WIP. Miss A is usually up between 6:30 & 7am (a big improvement over the 5am wake-up call she insisted upon from birth to 4 years old, in which she would scream…or, when she was old enough to talk, lay in bed and yell “I’M AWAKE!”) – she can have her chocolate milk right away, but breakfast and t.v. have to wait until she completes a few quick worksheets.

I did this last year for her with Kindergarten too – I’d leave a worksheet on her desk each morning for her to do when she woke up. I’d usually pull something from one of her current workbooks…but often I would forget, or not find something I really wanted to use as a “quick start” activity. And more often than not, the morning worksheet just didn’t happen.

But not so this year.

This is first grade, remember? The Big Time.

No excuses, no forgetting.

Which is why I was so tickled to find this line of workbooks at a local teacher’s resource store the other day.  Created by Weekly Reader, they are a series of workbooks designed to provide daily  quick activities that are organized to build skills, integrate core knowledge, and encourage critical thinking. I got both the first and second grade math books (Miss A is like her dad, and has mad math skillz) and the daily language practice book. The worksheets are broken down into units, with a sheet for each day of the week, plus weekly and monthly reviews.

See, no more excuses! Each morning Miss A will have 1 language and 1 math practice sheet waiting for her. (She earns stickers and stuff for doing them, so it’s not a hardship for her). In the evening, she’ll do a second math practice sheet with Dada while dinner is getting ready. Yay for routines that work!

Visiting their website, I see they offer some of their books in e-format…which is like made of awesome, since then I can print out the pages and use ’em again and again if I feel like it (for Lil’ G when it’s her turn, or if Miss A messes up and throws a fit that her page “Doesn’t look right!!!”) They also have some map and geography workbooks for 1st grade, which I’m curious to check out.

I’m ordering their catalog now, I’ll be sure to let you know if I find more I likey.

If you’ll excuse me, I need to get the first week’s worth of morning worksheets ready.

Thanks to Weekly Reader, it will take me like 5 seconds.

Something Cool For the BookWorm In Me

If you have ever stopped by here for a visit before, you may have noticed I had a helluva lotta links to books…books I was currently reading, books I had read recently, books I planned to read soon – even books I had started to read and put down somewhere and never finished.

I love books. I love reading them, talking about them, shopping for them, thinking about them…and writing them.

But trying to share my love of books in a long and boring list of links isn’t really much fun.

And then along came GoodReads. (let’s not talk about noun and verb placement in that sentence, mmk?)

I discovered it today while poking around FrenchToastGirl’s site (she’s a MM). “Hmmmmm,”  I thought to myself as I looked over her Good Reads widget…”that looks interesting.”

And, boy howdy, but is this site fun. A wanderlust of organizational bliss for a bookworm like me. Much like my old string-o-links used to do, it keeps track of all my am reading, was reading, will read, etc. lists of books…only they do it in a much prettier package. Plus you can link to other readers, post and find reviews, search for books…oh, and there’s trivia. Who doesn’t love a little bit of trivia?

So check out my super-slick new GoodReads widget over to the right, then if you’re feelin’ it – join up and add me as a friend. Because I’m a pathetic shut-in who reads all day and has to beg for social connections. Well, not exactly (except for the begging).

Oh, and if you’re thinking, “Wow, this woman reads a warehouse-store-sized-shopping-cart load of Harlequins,” please remember, it’s all in the name of research. As for all the other romance novels, I just love reading ’em, and I’m not ashamed to say so.

Dishin’ on Disney Dining: Part 1 – Overview

I had no idea just how much information is out there about eating in Disney World. It’s a little scary actually.

When the whirlwind mania of planning our trip began, I hadn’t thought much about it – Lil’ G required baby food, Miss A and the husband are two of the world’s pickiest eaters, and I’m still trying to lose a few pounds, so I wasn’t looking to overindulge with big meals every day…basically, I figured we’d play it by ear and snack here and there. So when the travel agent from Small World Vacations first suggested the Disney Dining Plan, my initial reaction was NO WAY. It would be a big ol’ waste of money.

Our decision to go to Disney was very spontaneous, so we booked the trip barely 6 weeks prior to going. In Disney Vacation Planning Terms, that’s nothing. I  figured there would not be a snowball’s chance in Florida that I’d be able to get reservations for any of the various character meals offered – and told my agent so. By the next morning, she showed me what’s what with  a neatly organized spreadsheet with confirmed reservations for a different character meal each day of our vacation. Seeing that Miss A would get to have one- on-one time with the likes of Cinderella, Lilo and Stitch, Mickey, Donald, Sleeping Beauty, Alice in Wonderland, Mary  Poppins, the Mad Hatter, Winnie the Pooh, Tigger, Eeyore, Piglet, Jojo and Goliath, and many others…and add to that the fact that I wouldn’t have to think about where to eat,  or how much it’s costing while we were actually on vacation…well – it all started to sound much more appealing. So I gulped back my shock at the price tag and agreed to add the Dining Plan to our vacation.

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I’m not sure exactly how much money we saved by going with the Dining Plan vs. winging it – I didn’t do a meal by meal price breakdown with receipts compared to the daily cost of the plan (that would kind of take away from the whole “not having to think about what it’s costing while I’m on vacation” aspect) but I am quite sure we saved a decent amount. Of course, if we were not on the plan, we probably would not have gone to as many character meals as we did (and hence saved some money in that respect). Without crunching any numbers, I know for sure that we saved at least $100 by having the dining plan for Miss A. Add that to the fact that she had some truly magical moments at these meals (which in turn saved us A LOT of time since we didn’t have to wait in lines to see those characters), and some of my favorite trip memories happened during them and well – it’s pretty hard to put a price on that.

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From time to time, Disney will offer a special vacation package offering free dining – of course, this makes for an awesome opportunity to try the program “risk free,” but I fear this will lead the restaurants to be packed beyond anything I experienced during our stay…and certainly inhibit some of the enjoyment. This is simply speculation on my part though, and if we ever venture down to Disney during such a promotion, I’ll let you know if it’s an accurate prediction.

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Overall I am glad I added the Dining Package, and am very thankful to our wonderful travel agent for all her help in scheduling the various meals. This was our first time, however, and I certainly learned alot…and have quite a few tips, complaints, and insight on Dining in Disney.  To make it all a little easier to digest (ha!ha!) I will serve up all this commentary in little tidbits. As with anything on a buffet menu – take what you like and leave the rest.

So keep your eye out in the Thursdays to come,  some items on the menu include: a review of all the restaurants we hit (including food, service, ambiance  and character experience), tips on how to make the dining plan really work for you, suggestions on things not to miss (and those that might be better to skip), ideas on how to schedule the meals into your vacation, and some always helpful “I wish I knew that BEFORE” comments that might be useful, and that I plan to implement whenever we go on our next trip.

Bon Appetit! (Sorry, I couldn’t help myself)

Who Isn’t Happy…

…To receive an award? It’s always nice to win an award, and even nicer when it’s unexpected. Like this morning, when I discovered one of my Monday Muses, artist Jennifer DesAutels, had decided to bestow upon me (and some other wonderful women) the Bella Sinclair Art Inspiration award. Originally created by Ces (another MM!) for her dear friend Bella (also an MM…do you see a trend?) I am delighted to receive such a gracious “shout-out.”

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It’s just a simple acknowledgment of my desire to fuel my artisic passions (for me that means: writing, photography, scrapbooking, drama, very rarely sewing, and even more rarely drawing) and to help add a few sparks to other Mama Artists out there who may find the flame burning a little low.

Thanks Jenn, for helping me keep my spark alive too.

I just want to say…

I’m cranky, sunburnt, and got my period this morning (for what I SWEAR is the second time this month).

But we took some basic run-of-the-mill pics of the girls yesterday…and I just want to say…

I am blessed.
I am blessed.
Really. I am a very lucky Mama.
Really. I am a very lucky Mama.
Afterall, joy and beauty surround me every moment.
Afterall, joy and beauty surround me every moment.
And even if Ms Flo did somehow visit me twice this month.
And even if Ms Flo did somehow visit me twice this month.
I really have no room to complain about my life.
I really have no room to complain about my life.

Amen.

And if that was TMI for you… too bad sorry.

It’s not Monday, but this Muse Inspires Everyday

If it bothers you… forget that it’s Tuesday, and  pretend it’s Monday while reading today’s Monday Muse. I first learned of photographer Miss Booshay (aka Donna Boucher) via her guest posts on the Pioneer Woman’s website.

I feel a special kinship to this Muse, based on the simple fact that she has two red-headed daughters as well.

We are a special breed of people…we mothers of redheads.

I also love her signature sign-off to each post “Encourage One Another.” What a simple, yet inspiring statement. A true Muse if I ever saw one.

She is the kind of person who sees the beauty in everything, and is able to capture that with her photography. Her pictures always seem to say something…and I like that.

Her photography advice is like her signature: simple and inspiring. Her posts are straight forward and unassuming, full of helpful hints and tips, as well as suggestions for others who share her passion for capturing a moment in time to reflect on forever.

Her blog also includes links to the Well-Trained Mind and a Jane Austen site…which makes me love this woman all the more.

Go pay Miz Booshay a visit, I think you’ll love her too.

Can I just skip Wednesday for a month?

Lately, Wednesdays have just, to borrow a phrase the husband seems recently enamored with: ‘sucked out loud.’

Last Wed I came home from work to discover that my just turned 2 year old fridge had turned into an easybake oven. Then, later that evening at sand v-ball my team started strong each of the 3 games, only to (here comes that phrase again) suck out loud at the end and lose ’em all. Wednesday must also be the all-you-can-eat buffet night for the mosquitoes, because by the end of the game, my ankles were an itchy swollen mess. I arrive home to a crabby sullen husband, so I escaped to the tub to wash the sand and stress away.

This Wed I get a call at 5:30 am – my Dad is going to the hospital…for what appears to be his 2nd heart attack in under 6 months. After a long afternoon in the cardiac waiting room, he comes out  doing well…so I’ll count my blessings and be thankful…but man does it suck…his birthday is next week…and he is too young for any of this nonsense!

So after a day in the hospital I am looking forward to burning off some steam and kicking some butt at volleyball – but the weather turns ominous. 30 minutes before the game they announce that it is “game on!” and  so I pack up the girls and head over to the courts. Just as I pull into the parking lot I get a text saying they decided to cancel afterall.

So I came home, gave the girls their bath, and put ’em to bed. Had an icy cold Blue Moon with a slice of lemon (I know you’re supposed to do an orange, but I like lemon better), put on some very comfy and unsexy pj’s (the pants have snowmen on them, to give you an idea) and here I am bogging my troubles away.

Thanks for listening. I feel better now.

Maybe it was the beer.

Balloon Drama and MmmmBlaaaah

Balloons are a subject of much angst and argument and anxiety in our house. Whenever Miss A gets one, the husband gets all cranky and ranty and wants the balloon to remain at whatever location it came from…as in – not our house. His disproportionately angry reaction to balloons is a direct result of Miss A’s disproportionately  hysterical response when she loses a balloon. Like yesterday, we went for a playdate and my friend had leftover balloons and a helium tank from a weekend party so she made lots of balloons for the kids to play with and gave Miss A some to take home. I dreaded the husband’s reaction, but told Miss A she could keep them as long as they stayed in her basement playroom. The issue was solved for me when the balloons flew out the  car window less than 30 seconds after I started driving. It was hot and humid in the car, and without thinking, I rolled down the windows…oops.

The screaming and crying and wailing that ensued was horrendous. You would have thought Miss A lost a pet or broke a limb…but nope – balloons just have this kind of effect on her.

So she continues to rave for awhile, bawling about how she is, “So  saaaaad, nothing will make me happy!”

After a bit of this she begins to tell me, “I don’t know how I will ever be happy again! I think you will have to buy me a present.”

The husband and I both couldn’t help but laugh at this audacity, and he goes on to make up a story about how one day, Miss A will have a husband who has to bring her presents all the time, like when she burns her toast and will never be happy again.

“Oh, your poor husband.” my hubby tells Miss A.

To which Miss A’s instant response was, “He wont be poor.”

The unintentional hilarity continued later at dinner, when Miss A refused to eat her Mac’n cheese after the first bite.

“It’s  MMMMMblaaaah!” she says!

“Um…what’s that?”

“You know, when something tastes good at first, then tastes really bad?!? That’s mmmmmblaaah.”

Hmmmm, you know, she has a point…I have eaten mmmmblaaah foods myself before.

How about you?