For the Love of Pete...

Conversation in the car...

Not doing so well keeping up here, but I'm not shutting down, just inconsistent.

Believe it or not more than one (okay 2) people have noticed my lack of presence here at Casa de Pete. For the love of Pete people, these past two months have been both the most boring and yet somehow busiest EVAH. Oh and by the by, a friend of mine on Facebook (where incidentally I can post about my daily sagas a few sentences at a time) has informed me that EVAH is an insult to the English language. After not using it for several weeks and meanwhile trying to help my first grader sound out words, I'd say the English language is an insult to itself.

In other news:

The girls started school. They both have enthusiastic teachers. Both had perfect mid-term reports. I think I should give their teachers progress reports for their behavior at home, then maybe they would listen to me. Ha!

Brooke finally learned to ride her bike without training wheels and wants to ride it to school with her big sister. Hallelujah praise Pete! NO MORE CAR LINE FOR ME! Yeah, I know this will last approximately 3 days to 3 weeks, then the newness will wear off and she will realize she is SWEATY when she gets to school and ask for her chauffeur back. But I'm enjoying it while it lasts!

The puppy? He is a pony, on his way to being a horse. He is adorable when asleep, much like my children! Potty training, check. Chewing on only his toys, check. No begging at the table, check. Absolutely silent whenever in his kennel, check. Holds his bodily functions for over 10 hours at night and 6 during the day, check. Knows his name, not unless he wants too. Walking on a leash, not so much. Pulling off his collar and running off, mastered. Jumping on guests, we're working on. Dropping ball or toy for someone to throw for him, we've created a monster! Last but not least, we should've named him Goose, then you couldn't say we didn't warn you.

Oh and a little thing I should probably mention, just so you all can laugh and make fun of me behind my back, or to my face, because I KNOW! I am now an official member of the PTA board. My neighbor and friend somehow coerced me into being the secretary this year. And you know what? So far, I'm having fun. I KNOW! We have a great group of moms and they are sincerely trying to get as many people involved as possible. That being said, I am reserving the right to piss on my own parade when at any point during the year I am no longing having fun.

This morning? The most beautiful 60ish weather outside. I opened my back door to enjoy our random 3 hours of fall like weather and I'll be damned the lawn maintenance workers for our community are right behind my fence. I can't bear to shut the door on the crisp fresh air, so I'm taking a tylenol.

It's a recession when your neighbor loses his job; it's a depression when you lose your own. ~Harry S. Truman

Back by Popular Demand. Okay not really but back regardless.

Try to see past the bad 70s hair and skinny jeans. This movie was my favorite when I was a tween. Which was well before anyone coined the term tween. I had the album and the book and I used to dream Rex Smith was singing this song to me.



Awhile back I decided to buy myself the movie and the book. For a fleeting moment I even thought I'd share them with my oldest daughter as she is about the age I was when I was wallpapering my walls with his Tiger beat posters. Um, yeah, not so much. That 13 year old lies to everyone and dates a 17 year old. We'll be keeping this one on the mommy shelf a bit longer.

I was looking back over previous posts and realized there is so much I have not shared with ya'll. Earth shattering things, like straight As, 5 out of 5 on standardized state tests, kindergarten performances, Mother's day humor, death of a small rodent (don't worry we have 3 more just like him) and more. But I'll get to those another day. I'm going back to where I feel like I left off. The whole story of hubby and last year's birthday parties. I started all the birthday posts then never got back to the original story. Sort of left ya'll hanging...all set up and no punch line. Now of course it's like seeing the much hyped Oscar winning picture many months later. This story will never live up to the set up, consider yourselves warned. But, I feel like I need to finish what I started so I can get things in order over here. Just step over the toys and grab a seat on the couch, just nod and hmmm a lot like you are paying attention.

All the girls trying to convince us they should go in the hot tub again despite the sprinkling rain.

Brooke and her BFF in their matching Ariel jammies.

Bre with her ipod and her favorite cherry cheesecake grandma bought. Note the camo plates for "her party".

Okay, so now you know how we celebrated their birthday's in 2008. Sounds and looks fun, right? Well as we were going through the list of birthday parties past trying to come up with new ideas hubby continued to question, "What kind of party did you have last year?" "Oh yeah we didn't do parties last year". I kid you not this happened every time we talked of their parties this year. I finally had to tell him to shut the hell up already! If you ask the girls about their birthday parties from that year they'd tell you we went to Texas and had a party at Aunt Vicky's house with M and M. Why did he keep having to act like we had completely forgotten their birthdays? Just because he didn't make any decorations or bake their cakes the party apparently didn't count. What?! Is he three? Yes, sometimes he obviously is. I guess because it was my family that did all the planning and he really had nothing to do with all the girly sleep over stuff he was pouty. See the girls in question happen to be the daughters of my good friend, so she came and drank wine with me and spent the night too. Damn, while writing this I think I'm getting to the real source of his pettiness. Thanks blog, you are way cheaper than a therapist.

Yeah, well that was the story. It all boils down to my hubby pissing me off with his refusal to acknowledge that my family and friends did indeed throw my girls a very fun and unique birthday party in 2008 without his help. Dear gracious, maybe we do need therapy.

Okay, now that I got all that out of my system maybe I can get back to blogging as usual.

"If you don't put a finish on it," he says, "it just hangs in your head and clutters up your closets."

I feel the same way about cluttered closets. Except I never thought about the ones in my head. I suppose they must be a mess.

Well thank Pete and Tink for hosting the WWC or I might not even remember I have a blog, let alone post here. I keep plodding along knowing someday I will sit down and actually write down all the earth shattering posts that are cluttering up my brain. Okay well maybe I'll at least get back into the habit of telling you funny drunk stories of my college days and the humorous antics of my family. For today I give you photos. Yes, again!

This weeks words are Lean and 3.

Sorry, but I've got a case of puppy love that cannot be cured. No Weekly Word Challenge because I was too busy taking photos of the object of my affection.

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Rules For Puppies

• The garbage collector is NOT stealing our stuff.
• I do not need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm lying under the coffee table.
• I must shake the rainwater out of my fur BEFORE entering the house.
• I will not eat the cats' food, before or after they eat it.
• I will stop trying to find the few remaining pieces of clean carpet in the house when I am about to throw up.
• I will not roll on dead birds, fish, rodents, etc.
• "Kitty box crunchies" are not food.
• And should I forget, I will not lick my human's face after eating "Kitty box crunchies".
• The diaper pail is not a cookie jar.
• I will not wake Mommy up by sticking my cold, wet nose against her bottom end.
• I will not chew my human's toothbrush and not tell them.
• I will not chew crayons or pens, especially not the red ones, or my people will think I am hemorrhaging.
• When in the car, I will not insist on having the window rolled down when it's raining outside.
• We do not have a doorbell. I will not bark each time I hear one on TV.
• I will not steal my Mom's underwear and dance all over the back yard with it.
• The sofa is not a face towel. Neither are Mom & Dad's laps.
• My head does not belong in the refrigerator.
• I will not bite the officer's hand when he reaches in for Mom's driver's license and car registration.

Yeah, yeah. Tomorrow I am officially having my last birthday. I will be 39 forevah! And you know what I get to do on my birthday? Get my driver's license renewed. In person . At the DMV. I KNOW! My hubby has the world's oldest license (rat bastard), like before the photos were digital (possibly before there were photos, I'm pretty sure it just has an artist's rendering), and his doesn't expire until 2013. I renewed mine online 6 years ago and I have to go stand in line on my birthday. Yes, I could've done it earlier this month, but then what would I have to bitch about? And you know what I have to do before I get my new license? Work.