Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Anniversary

Today would have been my Grandpa and Grandma Beasley's 68th wedding anniversary.  Can you imagine, 68 years?  They were married February 28th, 1944.  I'm going to keep this incredibly simple tonight, because I've reminisced all day to myself about what wonderful people they were.  I miss them terribly but I am sure that they are celebrating in heaven tonight.  I can only hope that someday I'm celebrating 25, 30, 40, and 50 plus years of marriage.  Happy Anniversary Grandma and Grandpa!






This is my last post for February - however, tune in tomorrow, because there will be a special guest!  We're trading blogs for the day so make sure you check in with us both! 

It's been a good month and even though I didn't write every day like I had planned, I'm happy with the results.  I've gotten a lot of great feedback and it honestly means the world to me when someone says "Hey - I'm missing your blogs!"  So, I just want to say a HUGE thank you to everyone that keeps reading.  I can't promise a grand slam every time I write but I can promise I'll keep trying!  You guys ROCK!! 

Monday, February 27, 2012

Once Upon a Time

Once upon a time in land far away, lived a beautiful princess…..
February 26th was National Fairy tale Day. While my life is nothing like I thought it was going to be and certainly not the Fairy Tale I had imagined it is indeed has become my grown up version of a fairy tale.  Sure my kids don’t always behave, I have a messy house, and my husband I have an occasional argument (or two or three). I’m not sure I can remember the last time I got more than 5 to 6 hours of sleep at night. I have bags under my eyes, most of my wardrobe has been purchased from the Salvation Army, and I have more things to do than hours in the day.
What I do have, has far exceeded every expectation that I ever had for myself.   Instead of Knight in Shining Armor, I have Garry. Garry bickers with me and picks on me but he also loves me unconditionally – even when Crazy Cathe comes out he is still always there.  He (as corny as it sounds) is my rock and my version of prince charming.  He's also nothing like who I had pictured I was going to marry - instead he is a million times better.
My babies are independent, free thinkers. (This is code word for stubborn and stubborn). They are adorable and love to have fun. They are a constant reminder of what life is and should be about. While they are not perfect, they are my God given blessings and I wouldn't change a thing about them.  They are my treasures.
My castle is not quite what I envisioned.  I always thought I would live in more of a mansion instead of a split level ranch.  I’m envious of whirlpool bathtubs and walk in closets. I long for the days of big bay windows, an eloquently landscaped yard, and an in ground swimming pool.  We don't have any of that but our home is filled with love, lots and lots of love. 
So, while my I've never lost a glass slipper, lived with seven short people,  or swam under the ocean as a mermaid, I have helped to build a pretty charmed life.  If you told me 20 years ago that my fairy tale would consist of a gorgeous Sunday afternoon of haircuts, shakes, and playing outside I would have told you that was crazy.  Now that I'm living it, I have to tell you:  it's pretty awesome.
Brayden got his first official haircut!  (Daddy had been cutting it.)
Smile!
We played in the park!

We had Shamrock Shakes (and mommy had a frappe)!


We dressed up in costumes and played pretend!



We watched the Oscars and in honor of movies big night, I dug out the Oscar that my hubby
bought me from the Hollywood Wax Museum - "Best Girlfriend" -  circa 2005.


"Life itself is the most wonderful fairytale of all."
 – Hans Christian Andersen







Monday, February 20, 2012

An Interview with a Future President

"Mothers all want their sons to grow up to be President, but they don't want them to become politicians in the process."  - John F. Kennedy


When it comes to my three year old, this is the comment I hear  the most "That boy is gonna end up in the White House someday".  I always giggle to myself and say "Yeah, you're probably right."  Of course, only time will tell but Brayden already has some major qualifiers (in my opinion) to take on the job of President.  He's a fabulous negotiator, an amazing debater, and that smile of his will take him miles in a primary race.  He is as smart as they come, his vocabulary is better than some adults I know, and he's charming, witty, talented, and so very handsome.  Early this morning,  Brayden sat down with me and we did an impromptu interview on what the President does.  And like he always does, he gave it to me straight.


Mommy:  Who is the President of the United States?
Brayden: You are and Barack Obama is too.  You guys share and that's so, so nice of you.

Mommy:  What does the President do?
Brayden:  They hide money and they put the snow out for everyone to play in.  Oh, they protect people from storms too.  And they eat cake, lots and lots of cake. 

Mommy:  Where does the President live?
Brayden:  Oh, I know that - The White House - Grandpa and Grandma told me.  And that's where I'm going to live when I'm a grown up too.

Mommy:  How much money does the President make?
Brayden: Twenty monies.

Mommy:  How old do you have to be to become President?
Brayden: Really old.  Like as old as you are.

Mommy:  What do Presidents like to do?
Brayden:  They like to eat cake and take naps.  And they like to play their Leapster a lot.

He still has a lot to learn, but whether he decides to become Student Council President, a Lawyer, a Doctor, a Senator, the President, a janitor, or a Fry Cooker at McDonalds, one thing will always remain:  He will have my undying support and love, no matter what.  (And the blog post to prove it!)

Happy President's Day!

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Sunday, February 19, 2012

Bouncy Houses, Ice Cream and Pudding Paint!

To say that this weekend has been a mild one, would be an understatement.  In this particular weekend, my family has portrayed one of those happy families you see in commercials: sitting around the table eating some Campbell's soup, laughing at each others witty comments, and hugging at the end of the commercial.   It's unusual, unheard of, and completely unbelievable - but there were no threats, no tears, and no yelling - and the kids were being pretty awesome too!  Of course - my little monkeys have acted a lot like the gorillas that got loose at the local zoo today.  Oh well, all good things must come to an end.  Even though the calm is gone and the storm has returned, I wouldn't have it any other way.  (It's not a bad storm anyways - it's my storm and I love it.) 

So here is a brief rundown of our mild mannered weekend:

Friday, my husband was in desperate need of some man time.  So he made a man date with his ex-cousin (don't ask), and they went and shot guns.  What's more manly than that? I'm pretty sure my husband just wanted to practice his end of the world drills, but eh - who am I to judge?  He wanted man time, I wanted kid time, it was all an even trade.  I wanted to take the kids to do something fun since it was rare that I had a Friday off.  So after nap, we loaded up and headed to Space Bound - an indoor playground filled with five different kinds of bouncy houses, slides, jungle gym things.  The kids loved it and I was sweaty - for two reasons:

1.  It was hot in there.  No, it really was - I heard other parents complaining of it also, so it wasn't just my extra poundage that made it feel warm.
2.  I'm not sure those activities are made for full sized adults, but for the enjoyment of my children I climbed, slid, and bounced...a lot.  I've been popping Excederin Back and Body since Friday.

During our visit, Emma and I were rescued from the middle of one of the more complicated jungle gyms - by an 8 year old.  In return, I rescued a toddler (not one of my own) from exiting one of the bouncy things head first.   So, I'm not sure who to give hero of the day to:  Me or the eight year old?

Brayden loved this thing!  So did Emma, but that was a long climb to the top!

After a couple of hours of bouncing, sweating, sliding, sweating, climbing, sweating, getting stuck, and sweating some more...we were all ready to leave.  B and E were delightful the entire time, so I told them we would go the "Ice Cream Parlor" aka Baskin Robbins and get a treat.   Can I just say, that I love my kids?  No matter what you tell them - as long as you say it with an exclamation at the end they will readily agree.  Who wants to match socks?!!  Who wants to go to the grocery store?!  It works everytime.  The hubs was on his way home from his man date, so we decided to meet up at the home of 31 flavors and get everyone an afternoon treat.

Honestly, my life is pretty amazing.  And so is theirs.

Em sharing her ice cream with her big brother.  Insert heart melt now!

We capped our Friday off with laying our exhausted, sugar high kids in bed, and then engaging in a little grown up time.  And by grown up time, I mean Garry sat at the table and cleaned his gun, while I stood next the counter where my glue gun was plugged in at and made hair bows.  We talked about how sweet our kids were, how much alone time was appreciated (and needed) and who was going to buy new tires for my car.  FYI: We haven't worked that one out yet.  We finally watched the movie that I had rented from the night before.  It was the perfect ending to a perfect day.

Saturday was a beautiful day as well.  Again, I am SO very blessed and it doesn't get much better than this:
I'm SO lucky!
Since Sunday is Fun day around these parts, I covered the table with wax paper, bought 3 packs of pudding (best $3 investment ever) and let the kiddos go to town with pudding paint.  They looked like they had bathed in it instead of painted with it but they had fun and I had fun watching them. 
Didn't take long for them to get the hang of it!

I am pudding man!


True Story:  She was having so much fun until she looked in the mirror.  Then she cried and said "I'm yucky".

Ummm....to much pudding fun?

He was quite pleased with his messiness!

Needless to say, we had a mid afternoon bath today, which happens to be the perfect lead in to my new blog sponsor!  Please join me in welcoming Darinda Sant and  The Water Bottle Soap Company to Tiaras and Tantrums!  I am SO excited to have her!  Make sure you check out her website, her Facebook and her Etsy shop and show her some love!   And don't forget to check out her bio below!  Read all the way to the end, because it's giveaway time again too!

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Thursday, February 16, 2012

Lady Parts and Emergency Socks

So today was my big annual lady parts exam.  Yep - that's right, my lady parts exam.  The only thing that I enjoy about this is I got to leave work two hours early and say "See ya guys Tuesday - I'm off to get my lady parts checked out."  I had been waiting all day to say that last line - I find myself humorous, some probably find me crude. 

It was my first time with my new lady parts doc - and she was actually quite awesome.  I was impressed as soon as I walked in.  I didn't have to pay a co-pay and any exam room that has a plush red velvety rolly chair in it is okay by me. 

It went as I expected until the "OK - go ahead and get undressed and sit on the exam table.  I'll be back in a minute."  I smiled and said "OK!"  And then as I stripped myself down, and had a slight moment of panic.   I realized that I had my husbands socks on - and they didn't match.  "Are you kidding me Cathe?", I thought to myself.  Please note,  that I freaking hate socks.  I wear a lot of ballet slipper type shoes because I hate socks SO much.  Even in the winter - I spray my flats with water proofing so I can wear them in the rain, snow, and sleet.  I hate socks.  This could also be why I can never find any socks that are mine and also why I only fold socks when everyone starts saying "Ummm...can you go buy us some new socks?  We don't have anymore."  I always reply "Yes you do - they're all piled in that big basket - go find a match."  Apparently I don't wear socks enough to find it neccessary to "fold them or match them".  Of course,  the day that I do decide to put on a pair would be the day that my feet are going to be the only part of my body that is clothed.

I had just a couple of minutes to decide what to do:  Do I take my husband socks off and bare my feet that were in desperate need of a pedicure?  Or do I leave them on and face the possible ridicule of a 28 year old adult wearing mismatched husband socks?  Time was ticking, so I decided my best bet was to leave the socks on and face the stirrups that my feet were about to be placed in.  I also decided that as soon as this appointment was over with, I was going to go by some new cute socks and store a pair in my purse for emergency situations like the one I was in at the present moment.

While the conversation during my exam revolved around some sort of potato skin appetizer from Applebee's and not my terrible choice in socks,  the lady part exam is over for another year and I now have my emergency socks, one pair which will remain in my purse for the rest of my life.




So, if you dare tell:  What is your most embarrassing Doctor office blunder??!

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

It's Been a Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

There is a children's book that is a favorite in our house.  Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day by Judith Viorst is a story that Brayden has memorized and that he fell in love with from the first time I read it to him.  I first came across this book as an elementary student, later stumbled upon it in a Children's Literature course in college, and most recently when I purchased it to read to my kids.  Just in case you haven't read it (which you really should - even if you don't have kids), the story goes a little something like this:  Alexander is one of three brothers - and he has it rough.  Really rough.  He wakes up in a bad mood, he drops his sweater in the sink, he gets jipped out of a good cereal box toy, he never gets to sit on the outside in the carpool, and everyone is always one-upping him.  Especially when it comes to lessons in school and treats at lunch time. His solution for his terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day?  Move to Australia of course!


So, as my day went along today, from the time I woke up until the time I began writing this I kept saying over and over again..."well, today has sucked."  To make myself snap out of my mood, I kept referring to this book (I've got it memorized.)  Although Alexander himself thinks he has it rough - it's true that it isn't that bad.  I've had to remind myself of this throughout the day today.  Today has sucked but it's gonna be okay.  Everyone has bad days now and again and today was just extra sucky. 

So tonight,  I present to you my own personal version of this beloved children's story:

I went to sleep late last night and my alarm went off at 4:30 this morning.  I pushed the snooze and tried to go back to sleep but my husband farted underneath the blankets and I felt like I was being attacked by an enemy insurgent tear gas so I went ahead and got up. I dropped my left contact down the drain and I didn't have time to blow dry my hair and I couldn't find a matching pair of socks to save my life.   I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

I didn't have time to fix breakfast before I left the house or warm my car up.  I didn't use my turn signal at one stop sign, and I rolled through the next one, causing me to get pulled over by the police as I was turning into Burger King to grab my breakfast.  I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.  I think I'll go crawl in a hole.

I couldn't find my insurance card, I was mouthy to the police officer, and I said quite a few bad words while he was running my plates.  This took up the 10 minutes that should have been spent in the drive thru of Burger King getting my Sausage Muffin and the 5 minutes that should have spent running into Quik Trip to grab some coffee.  I told him I was going to work.  I told him that I had to hurry because I was going to be late but he just wouldn't listen.  I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

At work, I was already running late, which meant I was already behind.  There was no caffeine and we have no vending machines.  I had overdue reports, mountains of work, and couldn't make any headway in my various piles.  At break time I went for a walk and almost got ran over by a garbage truck that was driving on the wrong side of the road.  My lunch wasn't hot enough, I had a terrible headache,  I didn't bring enough bottles of water, and my friend got sick and had to go home.  It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. 

On my way home from work an 18 wheeler pulled in my lane on the exit ramp and nearly ran me off the road.  My husband called at 4:15 p.m. and said the electric bill was due by 5 p.m.  TODAY.  I cussed the whole way home, got cut off by another car, and rolled through about four more stop signs and stepped in a mud puddle when I was dropping off the electric bill.  It has been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

I dropped the mail on the ground.

I lost a Rosette clip from my tablet case.

There were no heart shaped donuts left and I love heart shaped donuts.

I got kicked in the ribs by my three year old.

My one year old wanted her daddy, not me.

Both of my kids are being extra whiny today.

And my husband was riding my last nerve.

It has been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

My kids say some days are like that.  Even if you crawl in a hole.

Happy Wednesday everyone!  Here's hoping the rest of the week is fabulous for everyone! 

Monday, February 13, 2012

Frozen Pipes and Curse Words

I had originally intended on posting this yesterday....I got caught up doing housework and watching the Grammy's, so it didn't get done until this morning! 

We bought our house in July 2007 - right smack dab at the end of a brutally hot summer and what would shape up to be a mild Fall.  The house we picked was in a neighborhood we liked, the neighbors seemed nice, and it was right next door to an elementary school  The most important feature:  The price was right.

August, September, October, November and December were some glorious months in this old house.  We painted rooms, moved in our furniture, and settled in.  In August, we found out we were expecting baby #1, so the room that was to become our office ended up being turned into a Noah's Ark themed nursery.

And with the glorious tribulations of new home ownership, also came many trials.  Specifically, one trial - over and over and over again.  I can't tell you the temperatures or how much snow we got during the winter of 2008 but  I can tell you, that every time it got below a certain temperature (freezing) that one spot in our household would freeze up like a computer with a dial up Internet connection.  It was the damn bathtub. Not the sink in the bathroom - not the toilet.  Just the bathtub/shower.  If anything were to freeze in the house and become useless - I would want it to be the washing machine - but no such luck.

Because we were to busy preparing for a new baby - we chose to ride this specific winter out.  "We'll get someone down there to look at it as soon as it warms up," my husband promised.  In the meantime, we developed a work-around.  We had got this huge set of stock pots for our wedding that we hadn't used yet:  we got those puppies out and filled them with hot water from our two working sinks in the bathroom and in the kitchen, and filled the bathtub up.  I washed my hair and face in the sink and my body in what was most of the time, luke warm water to say the least by the time we finished filling it with enough water to cover this pregnant girl.   It sucked having to bathe this way, and that is the understatement of the century.

Lets skip to the winter of 2009:  We had a 7 month old, and because we were very busy learning what it's like to be parents, we missed the spring, summer, and fall opportunites to either fix the frozen bathtub problem ourselves or have someone fix else fix it.  We were now back to freezing cold temperatures and blankets of the white stuff on the ground.  And guess what?  The exact same thing happened as above, except this time, my husband had this to say: "I'll go down there to look at it as soon as it warms up."  Insert scenario from above.  It sucked even more this winter because it seemed like it was frozen every three days.  I was beyond frustrated by the second winter.  You can bathe a baby fairly easily in a sink - but a grown woman does not fit easily into one.

Winter 2010?  Same problem, different circumstances.  During this winter I was 7ish months pregnant with baby #2.  And because we were to busy prepping for the arrival of our second child, my husband missed the opportunity to go downstairs, and try to figure out how to keep our bathtub/shower from freezing.  Again.  We had the same conversation about getting it fixed, except this time there were a lot more threats and curse words being thrown around.  It was essentialy a Deja Vu situation, but I was hoping with the amount of verbal threats I was giving - one of us would come to our damn senses and fix the curious case of the frozen bath tub.  My husband assured me that he had watched a YouTube Video and was certain that he could fix the problem with a little insulation and a space heater.

Fall 2011:  My husband bought a space heater and also sprayed this liquid insulation crap in what he perceived to be some pretty serious air leaks in our foundation and around the doors.  All we could do at this point was wait for the temps to drop to see if our trickery worked.

Winter 2011: Despite our best efforts, it didn't work.   And because we were busy, busy being parents to two toddlers, busy having jobs, busy in basically every aspect of life, we decided to wait and hope for a mild winter.  What did we get instead?  Brutally cold temperatures with record snowfall and a freaking blizzard in February.  We did the stock pot bath tub filler upper thing again for several days.  The kids bathed in the sink.  I washed my hair in the sink - thinking the whole time that I was going to hire a damn plumber and get someone out here to look at that damn bathtub.  Winter turned to Spring, Spring turned to Summer, Summer turned to Fall....and Fall took us to where we are today:

Winter 2012:
I was seriously hoping that the biggest hurdle I was going to have today was to clear the tub of all the toys left from the night before.....but alas:

Baby It's Cold Outside




Yep - that one ice cold trickle of water!


Pay no attention to the ring around the tub or the areas that need a good re-caulking:  pay attention to the tiny stream of ice cold water running down into the bottom of the tub.  Oh, wait - is it hard to see?  That's because it's basically non existent.  And that was our bathtub turned on at full force.  And that's what caused me to say "Son of a Bitch" this morning at 7:05 a.m.  My only hope now is that it does indeed warm up above the freezing mark today so I can shower at some point during the day.

"After I finish writing this blog about my bathtub mishaps, I will definitely be calling a plumber." - Cathe Johnson

Update:  While it did take awhile, the bathtub finally "unfroze" at approximately 1:22 p.m. on Sunday.  



Do you have something that goes south like clockwork?  Perhaps a basement that floods every time it rains?  A toilet that quits working at the most inappropriate time?  A light that flickers every time you plug the vacuum in? Comment below for a chance to make me feel better about my own failings as a homeowner!