Archive for the ‘Dorky Momma’ Category

I’ll have a hard time hiding this one

December 10, 2008
R2-D2 model
Image by ewen and donabel via Flickr

My husband is a huge Star Wars geek. Huge. Like, he has action figures all over this desk, posters carefully placed in giant cardboard tubes, and at least ten Christmas ornaments that are currently on the tree (including one of Princess Leia in her Jabba the Hutt bikini. Huh.). So I knew this Christmas I wanted to get him something to add to his collection, something that he would totally go nuts over. So I hit Craigslist, and lo and behold, I found a walking, talking R2-D2 that is brand new in the box, only been used a couple of times, for $40. It originally sold for almost $200 last year, so I feel pretty proud of myself for being so cheap finding such a bargain.

So I had to be quite the sneaky girl yesterday in order to actually obtain this item. Since Dean and I both work from home, I made up a library errand (the gig was almost up when he decided he was going to go with me, but I gave him the slip) but I actually went to the Starbucks parking lot and met the nice lady who sold me this fun toy. It’s HUGE. I had to hide it in my closet underneath all my jammies; hopefully nobody will look there. Craigslist is awesome!

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I'll have a hard time hiding this one

December 10, 2008
R2-D2 model
Image by ewen and donabel via Flickr

My husband is a huge Star Wars geek. Huge. Like, he has action figures all over this desk, posters carefully placed in giant cardboard tubes, and at least ten Christmas ornaments that are currently on the tree (including one of Princess Leia in her Jabba the Hutt bikini. Huh.). So I knew this Christmas I wanted to get him something to add to his collection, something that he would totally go nuts over. So I hit Craigslist, and lo and behold, I found a walking, talking R2-D2 that is brand new in the box, only been used a couple of times, for $40. It originally sold for almost $200 last year, so I feel pretty proud of myself for being so cheap finding such a bargain.

So I had to be quite the sneaky girl yesterday in order to actually obtain this item. Since Dean and I both work from home, I made up a library errand (the gig was almost up when he decided he was going to go with me, but I gave him the slip) but I actually went to the Starbucks parking lot and met the nice lady who sold me this fun toy. It’s HUGE. I had to hide it in my closet underneath all my jammies; hopefully nobody will look there. Craigslist is awesome!

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Rainy days and Mondays always on my mind

August 18, 2008

Today, for the first time in like a bajillion years, it is raining.

I love rain. That’s probably why I love the Northwest, because if you don’t like rain here, you’re going to be pretty dang unhappy. I love everything about rain: the drip-drip, the trickles, gosh, I even don’t mind getting soaked. I’m that crazy about rain.

I especially love how it makes my kids want to play with toys they haven’t played with in a while. Right now, they are playing with this big racetrack thing we got at one of those mall kiosks (my favorite one is always, ALWAYS the weird wig/hair extension one). They’ve been playing with it for hours, and except for a brief crazy screaming interlude where both of them were crying and waving cars around, they’ve been very happy.

Happy kids = happy momma! I love listening to them play. It’s one of my favorite things in the world. And rain is one of the things that makes this all possible. Unlike camping, which is actually what we were going to be doing today, out on the coast. Suffice it to say that since it is pouring down rain with thundershowers, we…um….well, we wimped out. I don’t want to admit this, but the very thought of staying in a tent while it’s raining cats and dogs makes me want to go back to bed and pull the covers over my big wimpy head.

Fun with your semi-perfectionist seventh grader

May 9, 2008

Me this morning: “Hey James?”

J: “Yeah?”

Me: “I had a look at your grades this morning.”

J: “oh yeah?”

Me: “Yeah. Did you know you’re getting an F in Math?”

(sounds of scrambling out of the bathroom, various bottles dropping, running down the hall)

J: “WHAT?!?!?!?!? I got an A on the test yesterday, I’ve turned in all my work, I don’t understand! Oh my God! Oh my GOD! What? What? OH MY GOD!”

Me: “Yeah, it’s an F all right…..(pause for dramatic effect)….it’s an F for FABULOUS! Ha ha! You’re getting a B-, dude! That’s awesome! Best ever!”

J: (falls over) “That’s so not cool, Mom.” (stomps back to bathroom)

Me: “Heh heh.”

And……scene!

Some awkward, yet important questions.

March 11, 2008

Why do I have three blackheads on my cheek? I mean, if I’m going to have a zit, let’s do it RIGHT. I need something I can get a hold of.

Following that train of thought, why am I suddenly sprouting weird goat hairs on my chin? I find myself wanting to pull at them thoughtfully, like that weird guru guy in Kill Bill. Too bad I can’t grow them long enough to throw over my shoulder when I’m miffed.

Underpants.

November 29, 2007

So we have a little problem in our house with certain members of the family having issues with keeping clothes on. Especially pants. We also have an issue with this certain person leaving his pajamas and underpants in various weird places in the house OTHER than the clothes hamper in the morning, including:

Under the couch.
Under the couch cushions with (a ha!) the remote control and about a billion teensy Lego pieces.
Under the dog’s bed.
In the box of Buzz Lightyear action figures.
On the windowsill (hello, neighbor!).

This morning, I found the offending underpants right away instead of having to look for them: they were right in front of the stereo, where said Non-Pants Wearing Person had hunkered down to hijack Mom’s soothing Christmas tunes with a compilation of selections from Lion King, Veggie Tales, and Pirates of the Caribbean. I thought about leaving the underpants there until he gets home from school so he could, you know, LEARN something and pick them up, but I just couldn’t. I mean, could YOU work in a room with a pair of Hot Wheels underpants staring at you from the floor, mocking you, silently daring you to pick them up and deposit them in the mound of laundry you’re tackling today? No, you could not. And neither could I.

Twas the night before Thanksgiving

November 22, 2007

And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a I’M DONE. SORRY.

I was going to get all Poet Laureate with yall and do a whole presentation, but I just walked like 3 miles and I’m friggin TIRED. My feet HURT. So, instead, I leave you with this video to help you get through all that tryptophan:

Happy Thanksgiving!

Let’s compare Supermans!

December 28, 2006

Yes, I’m slipping full-on into dork mode here, but what the hey.

So! This Christmas, I bought the husband the Christopher Reeve super edition Superman DVD set. As in, all the movies with extra fun stuff. We started watching it last night and I CAN’T BELIEVE I EVER THOUGHT THIS WAS A GOOD MOVIE. The cheese factor is over the top!


Oh, man – I remember seeing this in the theater and thinking to myself that it was the most utterly romantic thing I’d ever seen, and I wanted to be just like Margot Kidder. Wow.

And then we’ve got the totally mis-casted Brandon Routh:

I’m sorry, but just because you kinda LOOK like Christopher Reeve, it doesn’t make you a superhero. Kevin Spacey kicked all kinds of ass, though, didn’t he?

No, no, no – in my opinion, the absolute best Superman of all time is Tom Welling of Smallville. He’s easy on the eyes, but more than that, he’s a phenomenal actor. The casting on that whole show actually is wonderful – my favorite is probably Lex Luther, then Chloe, then the Kents, then Lois. I wish that they had looked seriously at Tom as Superman in the movie version; I think he would’ve done a MUCH better job.

Let's compare Supermans!

December 28, 2006

Yes, I’m slipping full-on into dork mode here, but what the hey.

So! This Christmas, I bought the husband the Christopher Reeve super edition Superman DVD set. As in, all the movies with extra fun stuff. We started watching it last night and I CAN’T BELIEVE I EVER THOUGHT THIS WAS A GOOD MOVIE. The cheese factor is over the top!


Oh, man – I remember seeing this in the theater and thinking to myself that it was the most utterly romantic thing I’d ever seen, and I wanted to be just like Margot Kidder. Wow.

And then we’ve got the totally mis-casted Brandon Routh:

I’m sorry, but just because you kinda LOOK like Christopher Reeve, it doesn’t make you a superhero. Kevin Spacey kicked all kinds of ass, though, didn’t he?

No, no, no – in my opinion, the absolute best Superman of all time is Tom Welling of Smallville. He’s easy on the eyes, but more than that, he’s a phenomenal actor. The casting on that whole show actually is wonderful – my favorite is probably Lex Luther, then Chloe, then the Kents, then Lois. I wish that they had looked seriously at Tom as Superman in the movie version; I think he would’ve done a MUCH better job.