Coffee in the System

It's 12:24 am.
Lots to do.
Places to go.
People to see.

Did I ever mention we went camping?
Well, that was fun.
Remind me to always take water guns whenever we go camping. The girls liked that.

Did I mention we went to Disneyland?
Well, we do that here and there now, and taking Brownie there is much more fun than taking a car with Leather Interior for some reason. And Effie almost knocked over Minnie Mouse again cuz she was SO excited to see her. Well, considering that EVERY single thing that Effie wears, eats, or touches is called "Pink Minnie _____" it's not a surprise.

Did I mention we are going to San Luis Obispo?
Well, Lucena - I'm so excited! Wedding on Saturday which means I don't have to go to my Saturday Job for the first time in almost 2 months! Yeeehaww!! (Isn't it funny that I only really work once a week and I think it's too much??) Hmmm. I'm a questionable person.

Did I mention that I am so very much loving my children?
I mean.... there is no doubt in my mind that my 2 kids are probably in the top 2% of all time amazing people created on the face of this earth, so I feel rather proud.

And this is just a catch up blog, cuz if I ever figure out how to pack for a weekend trip, we'll be leaving till Sunday. You are welcome to come over and water my lawn, any of you if you'd like. And my vegetables, but DON'T steal any. I'm eating them. Well, then again, if you do come to water the lawn I will allow you to take no more than ONE zucchini and ONE small handful of Basil. Ok? But the cilantro is MINE!

And My dad left me and spent time in Alabama...... Why Alabama?? Well, if you marry a trucker you just may end up in alabama. No. My Dad didn't marry a trucker, but someone he knows once did, and blah blah blah. I'm just waiting for my chance to explore the strange south.

And... uhh... Celia graduates from Preschool next week. If you wanna go let me know. And the girls have a 15 minute Dance recital in a very tiny room this week. Let me know if you wanna go. And... It's almost summer... which means, lots of time at the carousel, the zoo, the library, the house, the neighbors' swimming pools, in the sprinklers, and trying to organize my life and find a way to survive and find things to sell to afford a trip to Mexico. I wish. Hmm.. I think I can handle it. (maybe not the trip but everything else)

And... well, hope all you peeps are ok, cuz I'm ok, and all is good. Let's hope it stays that way. One day I promise to get back on the blog train and post portraits and write every week. Oh yeah, that'll happen when I get a laptop... so probably not anytime soon.

Oh - one funny story tonight. But it's a little Rated R, but it was funny. I was trying on a dress for the wedding and I told Celia that the one I was wearing didn't look good, cuz I needed boobs like Miss Yvonne to look better in it, and she said to me :

"But Mom! Humans don't have boobs like Ms. Yvonne! She's only on TV!"... hahahahah.. little does she know...

And... our new thing after we do all those goodnight checks is: Celia and Effie beg me to tell them a Ghost Story. Then they take turns telling stories. They tell the stories into a microphone that lights up. So tonight, Effie''s story went something like this:

"Pink... Minnie.. Hello.. hello... Dere was a gost. Da gost was a big doo doo. Dee end"

Depressing!

F.Y.I - I'll go back to portraits soon, as soon as I can - but for now, and for a change - here's a pic -


I know i know I know I know.... I haven't written in ages.. it's a shame. It's really bad. I didn't mean to let this happen.. but with those two children I conceived and gave birth two, anything I get to do by myself is somewhat miraculous right?

So this morning - I knew I'd have to blog cuz it was an extra extraordinary morning.
You see... I woke up pretty late. 8am on the nose to be exact - and if I wanna get anything done before Effie gets up and asks for "chocat mewk", I should be up around 6:30. An alarm of some sorts went off at 7:32 and I managed to sleep a bit longer to finish a dream about being on the freeway and dead-ending into a large mattress that covered the freeway floor near a wall with 5 identical 60's model Pontiacs.

So I got up - and Alex. Yes Alex Quintanar, said to me (for the 4th day in a row), "let's do the dishes together before Effie wakes up". I'm still having a hard time believing this one. Pinch me please. So we attack the mound of dishes I left the night before and get em done in NO time at all, cuz DISHES that TOTALLY suck can actually be manageable and not so HORRIFYING when someone helps you move those suckers out back into their chambers. SO, if that wasn't wonderful enough - Effie didn't wake up until we were done with the dishes, cleaning the counters! Wow! Yes!

If that isn't wonderful enough! Get this! Effie and Celia walk into the kitchen hand in hand, say good morning - and then say - well, Celia says:

"Mom! Effie woke me up, and we were in a good mood! I asked her if she wanted to play toys with me so we're gonna go in my room now ok? Is it ok if we play with toys before breakfast?"

Well. I was a bit flabbergasted and baffled, and Alex and I thought we were dreaming cuz normally, there is some screaming from the bed asking us to be there with them, and then complaining about something, or begging for milk, or begging to watch a "DVDB" (say's Effie), and getting out of the bed takes anywhere between 10 and 44 minutes. Anyway, their attitude was welcoming.

Then... to make things even BETTER than that - they played like sweet little blessed children and came right to the table and ate all their pancakes and fruit and Alex made them chocolate covered strawberries, and they brushed, got dressed and outta the house without a problem. I call it too good to be true. I'm so glad the morning was good cuz tonight was the first night in a long time that it took both of them an hour to get to bed, cuz Effie asked to poop about 6 different times, never went, ended up grabbing leftover chicken in the kitchen and eating a big slab of fried chicken and about 7 cherries then finally went to bed, so considering that was a bit of a headache, at least I have the memories of the morning.

And that younger offspring is way too funny. She thinks I'm Donald. Calls Alex Goofy, and Celia is Daisy, of course she's "Minnie", but only when she's not "baby Minnie" or "Mama Minnie". Sometimes I am "Mama Minnie", and yes she becomes "baby Minnie", and Celia is "Big girl Minnie", and Alex is "Dada Minnie", then we have "Minnie" parties, and Alex then becomes "Mickey", and I stay "Donald", and she gathers matching bags for everyone so they can bring the party accessories and treats, and we all have to wear matching "Minnie" hats, and talk like "Minnie" and invite the "Minnie" dolls, but we have to make sure everything there is "Pink".

She is obsessed with the color pink. So much so that at the library yesterday she wanted to make sure that the "DVDB" (DVD) she picked out was pink, and good thing the Donald Cartoon Collection had a "Pink" sticker on it, cuz then she wanted it. She checked out about 6 Barbie books the other day cuz they were the only Pink books she found, and they didn't even have pictures. They are chapter books, and she insists on reading the "Pink" things. Yuck.

And don't let me get into Celia's new obsession with the Crucifixion, cuz it's kind of weird and maybe I shouldn't go there, but I had to remove her Bible Stories for kids book cuz I keep finding her sneaking a peek at the Crucifixion page being very sad for Jesus.. ok I'll stop there....

And today while we were walking - which we do every night, and has become more torture than fun or exercise, cuz Effie always wants to be carried, or Celia needs to take her own stroller for her own baby, or they are freaking out about something, or they insist we play dogs the entire way, or they want to chew gum that I don't have or something so lame, and ridiculous, and tiring, when all I want to do is stop the insanity and put them to bed, but Alex insists that we get out just to be tortured into a very odd walk that may also include chasing and falling, and running, and waiting long numbers of minutes for Effie to get off the sidewalk cuz she feels like sitting down, or Celia to get off of someone's lawn while she pretends she's in some magical garden and needs to smell every single rose she can find.. Ugg...

But in the end I have to admit - it's fun, (yeah, I'm not lying), cuz they are just too funny, and tonight while I was holding Effie cuz she didn't want to sit in the stroller, I was holding her and thinking how cute she was in her pink pants, pink shirt, and little tap shoes, her pink lipstick, and of course a minnie mouse hat, and she was cracking up cuz I'd blow bubbles with her pink gum and smash the bubbles on her face and make her scream and it made me think of how sad it is that she won't be this cute forever, and who cares if I have to carry her, cuz I'd carry her for miles if it meant I could just keep her a little funny pink minnie loving child just a bit longer.

And I better go, cuz it's late as usual. But don't forget I miss you guys, I love you guys, and if you haven't seen my kids in awhile, you're really missing out cuz they are the funniest people in the entire world.