Bye Bye

It's been awhile. More than a week I think, but if you know me - then you know I was busy due to the party at the park. And if you made it, thank you. It was too much fun. We could barely make it home cuz there was so much crap to pack, and ended up putting a full cooler on top of Effie's lap. She thought it was funny.

Last night I was up till 3am, yeah, doing some dishes, cleaning up, making a new schedule for my babies, and preparing a few things, and all the while I was thinking about what to write about. And as I stared at the sink, and all the water going down the drain I noticed that our new garbage disposal had a name. It's called the "Insinkerator".

"Insinkerator", I thought. "That sounds like "N'Sync -erator."

Then I remembered how last week at ballet class the teacher was blasting that song "Bye Bye", by N'Sync and making my child dance around like a looney to it. The teacher kept saying how much she loved N'Sync, and you could tell by the way she was dancing, and I felt a little disturbed at the fact that my kid was enjoying it so much. Just like that time I let my kid watch "Barbie Island Princess". (Note to parents - NEVER RENT THAT MOVIE OR LET YOUR KIDS SEE IT!)

Well, getting back to the Insinkerator. Now then whole time I was watching the water go down I kept singing that "Bye Bye" song to my dishes and thought it was only appropriate that my sink now has a name and a theme song.

I paid particularly close attention to the ballet teacher today to see if she'd do or say anything funny again worth blogging about, and no she didn't. It was a little excruciating to watch the class though cuz the teach kept trying to get 10 2-4 year olds to do real ballet and no one was listening - especially Celia who was laughing her head off during the entire 45 minutes, for what reason, I don't know.

When I got home tonight, I remembered that my neighbors were going outta town and I had to take in their trashcans. (Now in my home, mi "gordo" or "viejo" or "old man" aka husband does this chore) So there I was, listening to my kids scream at me through the screen door while I walked their cans to their backyard. By the time I was done, Alex was out in the driveway with Celia who was sitting in a cardboard box on the lawn in the dark, and Effie was next to her. They couldn't stand to see me gone for more than a minute and I was glad to be with them. And after I dragged Celia in the box up the driveway and got inside, my man was sitting on the piano bench with a very serious look in his eyes.

"Sara. When are you gonna start taking in OUR trashcans?"

(Now if you know this man, then this may be funny)

About 6 seconds passed before I responded:

"When you die."

It's late now. "BYE BYE" everybody. Oh - and for you loyal readers, I have a thingy at the bottom of this blog that says "People who read this". So if you are not scared of showing your face, go hed and represent.

Me No Like

Me no like:

SPIDERS - especially when the biggest one you've ever seen in your life is crawling on your daughter's stroller. Euck.
And... especially when it's night time and you are taking out the trash and you put your hand on the handle and it goes right through a spider web, and the next morning you see the biggest black widow you've ever seen in your life on the trash can. Euck.

CRICKETS - They crap like termites and they are loud. Sometimes they find a hiding place right next to me and make all sorts of loud ass cricket noises. Then they make little babies and the baby crickets are cute but you just have to smash em cuz you're not gonna eat em.

DISHES - yes I know this is getting old. Tell me about it. In fact many of you blog readers have seen me doing dishes elsewhere and have asked me why I'm doing them. Well, it's not that I hate them per se, I just don't like seeing them in my house, and I don't like when you wash a whole tub full just to turn around and see that about 26 more dishes/pots/pans are on the stove and after all that hard work, there they are again. I don't mind washing them when they are not in my own house as much. Boy do I have to just find something better to write about or what?

NO MORE WALKS - I love walking. But putting two reluctant children in strollers when they'd rather walk, run, run and stop, sit on grass, turn in circles, roller skate without knowing how to roller skate, ride a scooter, or whatever - is not fun. Many blogs ago I wrote about how perfect my life was when we were walking every day and putting the offspring to bed in their strollers all snuggled with blankets every night. Yes, it was nice, but it obviously didn't last. Success as a parent can be short lived at times. And me no like no more walks especially when my shins have been extremely sore for 3 days due to the fact that on my way out of the house at 11pm the other night to take a walk alone while my family was in dreamland, my favorite neighbor saw me and said:

"Hey! How do my halloween lights look?"
"Great! My kids love them. You put me to shame. Now I have to get some."
"Where are you going?"
"On a walk."
"Why don't you come inside and use my gym?"

Well, I thought gym meant 24-hour fitness or Bally's, but I accepted the offer cuz I love blabbing my life away with her. So I go in and start the leg lifts as I gazed at the framed autographed picture of George from Seinfeld in his underwear in front of me. (Now that's what I call going to the gym to look at hot bods) Well, my neighbor must be one buff woman cuz I couldn't even budge them damn thing. I had to set it to the lightest setting for wimpy people, and my neighbor just laughed.

(in case you are wondering -my garbage disposal will be fixed tomorrow. I know I said I wasn't gonna write - but I needed something to do before tackling those 26 dishes on the stove. Good night.)

Shout Out

Hey peeps.
Here's a shout out to:

Dad
Cathie
Monica
Becky
Brooke
Alyana
Gina
Mateo
Sherida
Tati
Lucena
VIcky
Mom
Mama Lety
Lety

and WHOEVER else reads this thing.

I wanted you all to know that the end of my blog has come.

Reason being -
my garbage disposal is out of commission - thus resulting in me not being able to do dishes.

If my dishes can not be done - then that means I can not blog.

So goodbye blog -

Well, not really... maybe just goodbye for about 2 more days until Luis our plumber comes back to fix the pipe and the garbage disposal.

I know it all went to hell cuz I wash so many dishes. Se la vie.

Freeway Puppy

When I was 10 or so, I got a cute little Pound Puppy from Toys R Us. I don't remember its name or exactly what color it was (Cathie?) but I do remember how excited I was. A few weeks later in the mail I received the dog's personalized name tag and collar. Cathie had a P.P. (hahaha P.P) too, and for some reason while we were riding in the backseat on the freeway she let my P.P. fly out the window. All I remember was a lot of screaming and sadness.

Now lately I've been dealing with trying to make my first born tough. Man, I was anything BUT tough when I was a kid and I don't want her to be a wussy. She gets her feelings hurt perty easily but she's used to playing nice, and very princessey.

The other day at the library 3 bullish little boys did not want her to play with them and she got sad. I mean real sad. Lots of tears and hurt feelings. Well, we dealt, and later that day I made a point of trying out role playing exercises to teach her how to ignore bullies and walk away. I think I need her to watch Annie a few more times to toughen up.

Anyhow, back to the P.P. thing. One day this week we were on the freeway headed home from the East Side when the first born held a plastic bag out the window. God forbid she throw it out. It's the scariest thing to be on the freeway and have a plastic bag land on your windshield and get stuck on your wipers and block your view. So I yelled at her.

"CELIA! Don't throw that bag out the window! The wind will pick it up and it'll fly away like my Pound Puppy!"

"What MAMA?"

"Yeah - throwing things out the window is dangerous. Once Cathie let my Pound Puppy fly out the window on the freeway and I never saw it again! - so be careful!"

(now don't ask me why I compared throwing a plastic bag out the window on the freeway to a stuffed animal, but I did.)

The next thing I know, Celia's face is all red and she's drowning in tears. She was so sad about my story.

"What happened to your puppy Mom? Where did it go?"

"It wasn't a real puppy, Celia, it was just a toy. I think it stayed on the side of the freeway."

"Why didn't you go back and get it Mama?"

"Cuz the freeway is dangerous. If you drop something out the window you can't get it back."

This was real dumb cuz she wasn't comforted by anything I said, and I had to hurry to put on the Sound of Music CD to distract her.

Then Alex said:

"Sara. Can you do me a favor and not use this moment to tell her how your grandparents died or about the holocaust? (There he goes with the holocaust again) It's not the right time. She's already sad enough."

Yuk yuk yuk.

Now I know that my 4 year old is not ready emotionally for any tragic stories. But she IS getting a little tougher. Tonight a little kid pushed her at the playground at the mall and she said "Go take a hike!".

Maybe that's what I should have told my sister after my P.P. died instead of being a cry baby.

Thanks Jesus

Yes... thank you for giving me the energy that woke me from my slumber at 10:15pm and allowed me to stay up another 3 hours in order to do the dishes, put them away, clean the kitchen, take a shower, and blog.

I'm so happy that I'm able to write without the thought of the dishes looming over me. The only thing left to do is fold lots of laundry and clean up Celia and Effie's room. But that's not a big deal. Cuz they aren't dirty stinkin dishes.

And hello to you peeps out there in the working world. I hope you are enjoying life in front of the computer today. So am I.

So, here's a funny conversation I had tonight around 8pm at Baskin Robbins as we sat outside eating our ice cream while Effie painted herself brown with chocolate.

Alex:

Did you ever watch one of those multi-media presentations at school? They would put up 3 big screens and show all these crazy images and play loud rock music.

Like the Just Say No ones? Or the Holocaust Survivor ones?

No - the Drug ones. Do you remember that Van Halen song that was popular in the 90's? Well, I remember them using that song.

Jump? That one?

No - the serious one.

The one with the singer that was not David Lee Roth and had the real emotional piano playing?

Yeah, that one. I think it was called RIght Here Right Now.

No Alex, that was Jesus Jones. Remember that video on "The Box" all the time? The Van Halen one was "Right Now!".

Yeah! Yeah! That one!

(Sara) I remember that Holocaust guy telling us how one day soon after the war he came upon some American Soldiers who had also crossed paths with some dying children, then one soldier gave a kid a Snickers or something cuz he was starving and it killed the kid.

Hey, our Holocaust survivor told us the same story! There must not have been that many survivors around that year to do presentations.

I think I'm gonna blog about this Alex.

Please don't write that I said there was a "run" on Holocaust survivors that year. It doesn't sound good.

Ok Alex, I'll write something else. (end of conversation)

I think that's all we managed to talk about, cuz Celia was making movie star faces at people driving through the drive-thru. She went dressed with her new Dora sunglasses, a new purse, and a pink boa around her neck. She said she was dressed very "romantical".

Effie's face looked like she had just put on a mud mask of chocolate ice cream, and her hands were just as dirty. I picked her up from behind her back and told her to put her hands up to the sky and not to touch anything.

There were some guys outside washing mini-blinds out in the parking lot, and I told Celia I was gonna ask them to hose down Effie and wash her in one of their buckets.

She then told me - "No Mom, you can't put Effie in a bucket. Only you and Dad like to take baths in buckets with lots of wet butts."

"What? Wet butts?"

"Yeah - you like to take a ducky (a bath) with wet butts".

I can't believe it. My kid barely turns 4 and she's already trying to make jokes like a 6 year old.

I used about 20 wipeys to clean off Effie and we came home.
Too bad I can't write anything funny about what Effie said, cuz she still doesn't talk. Oh well. I'm sure she will soon enough. Good night everyone.

Miss me?

Well, I've missed you too. How are you my friends?

It's been awhile hasn't it?

It seems that for the past few months the party of the year was looming over my head. But it's over now, and if you didn't go - too bad for you - cuz it was really freakin great. (note to self: "Sara, if you are ever rich, hire a live band for EVERY party - EVERY month!")

For the past few months there has been a party to go to every Saturday. I think we went to a get together or party for 8 consecutive weeks, then there was a week off, and now we're back again. This is all thanks to the Q's! This family keeps us busy!

Everytime September rolls around it seems like the new year has begun. Maybe it's cuz my while life I've either been in school or worked at a school, but now that fall has arrived it seems like everything gets started.

I've cleaned out my kids drawers and closets - so I'm on track to a new beginning.

And dishes - are only 50% done, so that's another story.

But I regress. October is approaching. There will definitely be a party on our part - then another Q party, then a Halloween partay, then November comes, then it's my bday - and I'll be 30 and who knows what I'll be doing - (but as Cathie informed me - The Last Dragon is playing at midnight) hehehehehee.. (if you don't know Leroy Green please Netflix immediately)

And as for partying... I'm exhausted just thinking about the upcoming months - and Christmas for goodness sake - then New Years, then a slight rest - then summer will roll around again, then before I know it I'll be 40. Geez.

And again - Alex decided to read another blog of mine. If you talk to him will you remind him that this is not intended for his eyes! What a critic! The critic of them all! He said my blog sounded like writings of an 80 year old woman reminiscing on old times and exaggerating the truth all the while. Well, mind you mr. hubby... I don't lie in my blogs. I only enhance dialog every once in awhile.

And since I'm on the tip of chastising my husband let me tell you what was on his grocery list - just to give you a laugh.
(You don't know how much I love this guy)

1. Boboli
2. Coffee creamer - caramel
3. Brownie Mix
4. Cake Mix
5. Sprinkles
6. Fruit
7. Chex Mix
8. Sour Cream (the largest container possible)
9. Sausage patties
10. English Muffins
11. Bread
12. Bottled Coke - (mexican not American)
13. Ice Cream - with no HFCS

HAHHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAA. What a life I live! Talk about a sweet tooth huh? I fed the poor guy soup for dinner with Chicken, Rice, Asparagus, Broccoli, and mushrooms - and 2 hours later I get that list. Yahahahaha!

I think I'm gonna go to the dishes now, make a list for the bday party, and have some Ice Cream.

Minnie Mart

Yeah - the market is down. And as far as the other market is concerned - I dread going.

Have you ever grocery shopped with two kids - neither of which wants to sit where a child is supposed to sit, then you have to pile your groceries on top of them while you try to get them to not fall and crack their heads open while you are trying to pick the right head of lettuce? Man, it stinks. Can anyone save me from this? Does anyone want to steal my children while I go grocery shopping? While you are at it, can you cook the food too and feed the kids?

I hate that kitchen right now. There are really not that many dishes to do either - but I was outside chatting with my neighbor (my new homey), and as tired as I am after 10 hours of "birthday at Disneyland", I have a second wind but for some reason do not want to spend any of my energy cleaning. But I have to! And finishing this dumb blog will give me incentive to just walk out of this room and begin. Can anyone save me from this?

Soooo.. at Disneyland today when Minnie Mouse came out of whatever secret back-lot she hangs out in, we got in line - and Effie just freaked. She wanted Minnie immediately. She was crying her lungs out, smacking me to get her to the front of the line.

"Just wait mija, (pronounced Mee-Ha for all your gringos) we will see Minnie in a second. You just have to wait until all the other kids get their picture."

"Waaaaaaaaaaaa! Noooooooooo! Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! (Minnie)"

She kept motioning with her hands saying - "Come to me Minnie! I NEED YOU NOW!"

When it was her turn she ran to the lady with skinny legs and a big Minnie head and hugged her as if it were her long lost mother who gave her all the ze ze she ever wanted. I took her picture and tried to tell her:

"Come on. Your turn is up. Say goodbye to Minnie".

"NOOOOOOO! MAAAAAAAAAA!"

I had to drag her away.

Alex bought her a little cute Minnie doll which made her happy for awhile.

"Do you like your new Minnie?"

"Maaaa! Maaa!", she said as she pointed to where Minnie was. She wanted more.

Then... in the car on the way home Alex said.

"Take out the camera. Show her the pictures."

"Look Effie! It's the picture of you and Minnie".

She grabbed my camera out of my hands and smiled at the pictures. She hugged the camera to her check. She kissed the screen. She was so happy and touching the camera way too much that she made a menu pop up on the screen. This made her angry. Her fingers kept poking the screen, as if hitting it would erase the menu. Then she tried wiping the menu off.

"Do you want mama to fix it for you so you can see the picture of you and Minnie?"

"NOOOO!! MINE!"

Her frustration was beyond my control. I couldn't help the child, and she was so afraid of me taking the camera away from me that she just held it and whimpered.

I think I'm gonna get that picture enlarged to a 16x20 at Costco tomorrow and tape it to our wall. It was all just too cute. It's all more cute than I've written it out to be, and I wish you could have seen her, but I just had to get it in writing so one day I can let her read for herself and reminisce on the day she wanted a mouse more than her own mother. But man, am I tired and.... as you know and love to hear- my dishes are awaiting. (*#!(@*#$(&!!