Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Counting Down

It is officially one month and 12 days until we go to Disneyland! I am SO freakin' excited. You'd think that after going every year or every other year for forever that the excitement wouldn't be as great. But, I swear, every time we go I get super excited. And the kids do too. Even though the rides don't have any surprises anymore. Even though we've seen just about every character there is. It really is a magical place. And "the happiest place on Earth".

Maybe it's because every time we go we have another kid (LOL)! Seeing Disney though their eyes is such a joy. I don't even ride most of the rides. I'm the official babywatcher, picture taker, parade seat holder. I love to see their faces when they come off of the rides. (Except when Robert came off of The Tower Of Terror with the look of terror.) And then they excitedly want to tell me all about it. I just love seeing the happiness and enthusiasm.

And Fantasmic and the fireworks get me every time. I cry like a baby. The whole good vs. evil of Fantasmic. I'm such a sap. And the Believe fireworks. Makes me believe that wishes do come true.

This year we're going to go to Mickey's Halloween Treat. It's a whole costume/trick of treating party at Disneyland. I'm super excited. The villains will all be there. They are usually lacking in character appearances. And the whole park is decorated for Halloween. The Haunted Mansion is redone in a Nightmare Before Christmas (one of our favorites) theme. I seriously cannot wait. I made tickers. We made a paper chain. I talk about it every night at dinner.

It's not one of those things that you build up to and then are let down. I've really never been let down by Disney. (Except maybe on the Disney cruise, but that wasn't their fault it was all those bratty kids!)

And this year we scored with our timeshare. See, that how crazy we are, we have a timeshare down the street from Disneyland so that we don't have to worry about hotel costs. This year we got a two bedroom suite. Two bedrooms, two bathrooms and a living room and dining room. Woo hoo!

Thursday, August 16, 2007

If I Did It---IF, IF? C'mon!

So it looks as though the publisher is going ahead with OJ Simpson's book. The victim's families are at odds about whether the book should be published. The Goldman family says that the book is a confession to the murders and that the book shows that Ron was a hero and stayed to fight for Nicole. (And HOW DARE OJ CRITICIZE THEM!) The Brown family says that the Goldman's have only changed their minds because they will receive the profits and that they do not want OJ to get any more press. They don't want people talking about the murders again, for the sake of the children.

I don't know how I feel about the book. I 100% believe that OJ is GUILTY. Beyond a shadow of a doubt. But, I also think that the whole trial was a farce. Nothing was handled properly. If I was on that jury I don't know that I would have been able to convict. I'll give it to OJ that he hired some damn good lawyers. I think it's crappy that if he had been convicted he would have been able to appeal, but the state cannot get a second chance at a trial since he wasn't.

I feel for his children. But, I'm wondering if this book might be a good thing. Supposedly it's an out and out confession. Even the publisher admits that this is exactly what it is. Maybe those few people that think he's innocent will understand. And maybe his kids will KNOW (not just think it, but really know) that he killed their mother and want nothing to do with him, EVER.

But, I also think that he is an arrogant scumbag and this will just boost his sense of self. And it;s his way of saying HA to the whole world. He got away with murder and knows it and wants to flaunt it. I'm not cool with that at all. If I ever saw him in real life I'd probably spit on him. What a cruel, hateful man he is.

And, I cannot believe it was 13 years ago! It seems like just yesterday. How sad that the day of the verdict will forever be burned in my mind like some people have the first walk on the moon. Oh, how I wish I could forget that day. But, I was a Criminal Justice student at the time. And I hope and prayed that somehow justice would prevail and he would be sent away. I was CRUSHED when they said not guilty. Just crushed. I think I became more of a cynic that day. Some of the innocence of the world faded for me.

Thursday, August 9, 2007

Very cool blog stuff

So, as many of you know I am a Gemini and like my Gemini sister I must have things in a constant state of change. So, I've been looking at ways to, once again, change my blog around. My wonderful friend Amanda has agreed to, once again, work on my background and give me 3 columns! Woo hoo! What will I do with the space? Who knows, I'm sure I'll add some cool stuff.

I am very design and HTML illiterate, but I can usually figure things out if I have explicit directions. That is why I love this blog! They give great directions for all sorts of ways to spruce up your blog. I changed my comments section, am working on a favicon and signature and might make some buttons.

BUT, I can't make up my mind. Sometimes I think simple is better, other times I like a lot of color and "eye candy". So, within the next little while, expect the unexpected around here!

What do YOU like to see in blogs? Do you prefer a white or black background? Do you like colorful and lots of pictures or plain and simple?

Wednesday, August 8, 2007

Why do I obsess?

Am I normal? Please tell me that you do this too!

Do you ever wake up in the middle of the night and think that someone is in the house? And then you run through all of the scenarios in your head? How to get the kids out? Do you call 911 and try to hide them? How do you get across the house without the intruder seeing you? Do you try to call attention to yourself so that the intruder stays away from the kids? What if he kills you, who will care for the kids? On and on and on until you've worked yourself into an anxiety attack and can't get back to sleep. (Once you realize that the noise was just the house settling.)

Or do you lay awake at night thinking about what you would do if the house caught on fire? How do you get all the kids out. I think I could get one or two, but will I have time to get to them all? And how do you choose which to go to first?

I swear it's enough to make me crazy. I don't know why I even put these thoughts into my head. And what's worse is that my husband works midnights a lot, so he's not there to protect me. And we have a split floor plan so my bedroom is across the house from the kids.

Why do I have to think the worst though. Why? Is it because I read too many murder mysteries? Or because my husband is in law enforcement? I don't know, but I wish I didn't.

I can barely even manage to watch the news. When I see a story about a child kidnapped or murdered my heart breaks. And I can't help thinking what it would be like if that happened to one of my children. I honestly don't know how these parents go on. I guess it helps to have other children to live for, but I think I'd be a complete mess for the rest of my life. Or kids who end up with a terminal illness. Just. breaks. my. heart.

Sometimes I think that it's good that I have these thoughts. It prevents me from being complacent and maybe it helps me prepare in case, God forbid, anything like this happens to us. We have been so fortunate and count our blessings that all of our kids are safe and healthy. My heart goes out to all the parents that cannot say the same.

Friday, August 3, 2007

Reasons Why My Playgroup Moms ROCK!

After another fun Mom's Night Out, I thought I'd post about why get along along so well and have so much fun.

1. We can laugh like schoolgirls at the reviews of sex toys on Amazon!
2. We share tips on where to find the cheapest and best "toys".
3. We can yell completely inappropriate things in fancy restaurants.
4. We like it when everyone in the restaurant is looking at us with horrified expressions.
5. We all swoon over the same hot waiter.
6. We can all go out to eat at The Melting Pot and only spend $10 each! (OK, so our service sucked and they comped practically everything.)
7. We can drunk text each other.
8. We share drinks, even if all that's left is saliva.
9. We back each other up if someone wants to jump on a stranger's motorcycle.
10. We can laugh, and laugh, and pee, and laugh.


Wednesday, August 1, 2007

Confession Wednesday

So, I'm not Catholic and have never been to confession, but our local radio station does this whole Confession Wednesday thing and I thought I'd jump on the bandwagon.

That and the fact that I just had a really funny lunch conversation with one of my good friends.

Be warned, some of you that just know me through the Internet may be stunned. Seriously. I've been told that I "hide" my wild side pretty well, even by people that know me in real life.

Here are my confessions:

  • I still know all the words to more than one 2 Live Crew song.

  • I have hard core rap and heavy metal on my ipod.

  • I tend to be a mean girl when I'm out with my friends. Like immature, making fun of others type of mean girl.

  • I still like to shake my booty in the clubs. Not that I can go very often, but when I do I like to get my groove on.

  • I like to drink. You guessed it, margaritas. And appletinis. And mojitos. And White Russians. You know, anything with alcohol.

  • I once flashed a police officer. (And it wasn't when I was a teenager, more like when I was already the mom of two kids.)

  • One night I convinced a group of my drunk mommy friends to go move For Sale signs. From houses that were actually on the market to ones that weren't.

  • Sometimes I flirt. With men other than my husband.

  • I sometimes spank my kids. Not often (I can't even think of the last time), but when I think it they have done something EXTREMELY wrong or dangerous.

  • I've got tattoos. And plan to get more.

  • I am already planning on joining the Red Hat Society. Looking forward to it. My chapter will probably be the wild one.

And I care about my family more than anything, but a girl's got to have some fun!

Wow, it is good for the heart to confess. I feel better. Love me or hate me, it's all out on the table.