Shut The Front Door!

Shut the front door.  No.  Literally.  Shut the front door.  I cannot risk the future state of my marriage if you do not. 

Wednesday evening.  Husband arrives home.

Me:  "Hi Honey!!!!"  (I just love it when he gives me an eyeroll for being overly enthusiastic when he strolls through the door.)
Travis:  "Man it feels warm in here."

Without passing go, he heads straight for the thermostat.  No, "Hi honey, how was your day?  Did B eat his carrots?  Did Goozer have a poopy?  How did Teeny nap?"

Hubby:  "I knew it. 71 degrees."  He walks back into the room with a smug look on his face.

Me:  "We usually set it at 70, babe." (I don't really call him babe.  It just sounded cuter than Trav.)

Hubby:  "Well, every little bit helps, Lisa."

I think I married my dad.

Angelina Jolie and Happiness

WARNING:  When using a hot glue gun do not, I repeat do not, put glue on a piece of fabric and then put it in your mouth to "hold" it for a quick second.

The upper left side of my lip is swollen and singed.  Although it hurts like a snickerdoodle, I am slightly excited about the fact that my lip currently resembles Angelina Jolie.  Just the top one, though.  On the left side. 


Anyhoo....

This morning I needed to be at the gym at 9:03.  Any minute prior and the aerobics instructor would guilt me into taking one of her classes.  But today I had a different agenda.  I desperately wanted to watch Oprah.  Hey, if TV motivates me to get my buns to the gym, so be it.

Her show today was "ARE YOU HAPPY?"

It turns out I am...happy, that is (currently doing the "happy dance" at the moment accompanied with a few heel clicks which are always fun to do with socks on the hardwoods because you risk the chance of falling on your face which will give you a good laugh and make you even happier as long as you don't do permanent damage to any part of your body).

Goldie was on the show, who I absolutely adore and they discussed all sorts of important things people do (or can do) to make them happy.  It made me think about what makes me chipper.  Anyhoo, here's a few things that make me happy (not listed in any particular order):

FAMILY ~ okay, that one was in particular order and should be ranked 1st on the list.  Not just my boys and hubby, but my sisters, parents, in-laws, aunts, uncles, nephews, etc. etc.

FRIENDS ~ I'm a huge believer in making new friends while keeping the old.  I adore the friends I've had for years and even though they don't live close I cherish having them in my life.  I also love, love, love making new friends.  Sometimes I get a little carried away, though.  I'm like a guy with a bad pick-up line meeting new friends at Target, Michaels, wherever...

HOLIDAYS ~ the music, dress-up, crafts, decorating, baking...everything that encompasses the joy of a holiday.

COFFEE ~ with loads of vanilla creamer, of course.

CANDLES ~ you can't help but feel relaxed and happy when your home smells yummy.

RELAXATION MUSIC ~ my personal favorite is anything Celtic.

QUIET TIME (& sleep) ~ during nap time when I could be cooking, cleaning, organizing, etc. I don't.  This is my time.  Phones are turned off, relaxation music is on and even if it only works out that it's for a very short time, it's my short time...to regroup, nap, or just sit and stare at the ceiling, feeling totally not guilty in relishing in the quiet.  Everything else can wait.  Everything.

HAPPY WEDNESDAY!

American Express

Calling hubby @ work.....

ME:  "So, my mom picked up Brenden and Preston.  I'm on my way to go grocery shopping with Teeny (aka baby Anderson)!"  As you can tell I'm very excited to not only go to the grocery store, but also to go with only one child.

HUBBY:  Silence followed by stuttering...."Oh....uh...you are?  Well, I brought coupons with me today because I was going to stop by the store on my way home."

I knew he'd figure out a way from preventing me from setting foot in the grocery store.

ME:  "Okay, I'll go shopping instead.  Which credit card should I use?"

I caught him off guard.  Perfect.  Success on my part.

HUBBY:  "I guess the American Express."

Take that, Hubster, hay yah! (that was a karate kick sound I just made, FYI) 

P.S. I love you, Travis! ;)
P.P.S. We don't really own a "black card". 

Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader?

Good for you.  Pretty sure I'm not.  In fact,

I don't think I'm smarter than a 4th grader either.
Or a 3rd grader.
And have you seen what they're doing in 2nd grade these days?
1st grade is no walk in the park either.
Which leads me to kindergarten.  I'll get to that in a moment.

I do preschool. 

1+1=2
blue+red= purple
and there are 7 days in a week

I was helping B with his homework the other night about solid figures. 

B needed help.  Then I needed help.

I asked my husband if this was a sphere or a cylinder.  He said sphere.  He's such a showoff sometimes.

I, on the other hand, said "No, I think it's a cylinder."  I googled.  I hate it when I'm wrong.

This led to a little self-analyzation on my part.  Maybe this is why I loved teaching preschool.  The kids thought I was brilliant which led me to believing I was brilliant.  When, in fact, I might be about as sharp as a marble.  By the way, a marble is a sphere.



I now officially have 4 friends. And meet Bunny.

I am happy to announce that not only is someone reading my blog (besides the 3 other people that I know of for sure), but someone actually likes it.  Either that, or they think I'm completely lame and feel sorry for me.  Whatev.  I'm not picky.  I'll take a pity-compliment.
And yes, if you were wondering...I am totally tooting my own horn.  Can't we do that among friends?  She gave me a "Stylish Blog Award"...whatever that means.  Below is a link to her fabulous blog.  She doesn't drink coffee (green tea, ugh!) but I can get over that.
The American Resident
P.S. I am "supposed" to list 7 things you didn't know about me and 15 blogs that I am loving at the moment.  I need your help.  If you have any blogs that you LOVE, please share!!!!
Carrying on...

Someone's mad at me.  Really, really mad at me.  I didn't mean to leave him out.  I hate it when people feel like they're not included.  So I get it.  It's just that he didn't pertain to the story.

Remember how I said Binky was the macaroni and Goozer's the cheese?  I lied.  I apologize.  It was a little white lie.  But a lie nonetheless.  He's been mad at me all month and just can't get over the fact that I would leave him out.
Meet Bunny.



The Three Amigos.  The Three Wise Men.  Larry, Moe, and Curley...if you will. 

There you go, Bunny.  Are you happy now?  Geez, he's so sensitive sometimes.

Lisa's Low-Cal Lemon Spritzer

• large glass with ice
• fill 1/2 with la croix lemon sparkling water
• fill 1/2 with lemon crystal light
• add slice of lemon

5 calories...can you beat that, really?!  Makes my mid-days fabulous....and guilt-free. ;)



Buckingham Palace

Hi, my name's Lisa and I'm a hoarder...and possibly, slightly, just maybe a little crazy.  Let me set the scene, if I may.

WHO:  Goozer and Mommy

WHERE:  Playroom  (side note:  Hubby wanted the playroom to be an office.  But what Lisa wants, Lisa gets.  Thank you very much.)

WHAT:  I caught myself hiding mega blocks in my lap today.  More specifically, I was hoarding the larger ones while handing off the small ones to The Gooz. 

WHEN:  Who cares?  I dunno...noonish.

WHY:  I had a very specific castle in mind and no toddler was going to get in the way of my masterpiece.

It became apparent very quickly that I needed to let go of my vision to build a replica of the Buckingham Palace.  Below is Goozer's interpretation of Windsor Castle.