Monday, November 27, 2006

35 is the new 21

Happy Birthday to my zainy best friend Wendy! Thanks for all the smiles you have put on my face over the years - you're the best! I wish I knew how to e-mail myself the pictures from my phone so I could blog them (you're probably lucky I can't!). Oh we'd have pictures of you holding your "jugs" (of water, that is - in the grocery store) - and who can forget the picture of you walking around Target with your Starbucks cup holder attached to your hip, with your latte precariously dangling from your pants (or was it your thong?!)...

I'm so glad that you're in my life! I love you Sis!
 
 
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Thursday, November 23, 2006

Happy Thanksgiving!

...so MUCH to be thankful for...where to begin? First Jesus and the gift of knowing my eternal destiny. My amazing family, our health, God's provision, our home....I could go on forever...I am truly overwhelmed with Thankfulness.

Last night we went to see Borat with Seth and Nancy....good times. I loved that stinkin' movie - if you haven't seen it, run, don't walk to your local theatre. I should probably warn you to take my endorsement with a grain of salt because I really don't get out much - I was cracking up at the previews as well...

Anyway, we're looking forward to an amazing day spent with family and friends and an amazing meal (thanks to Chef Sam Hayward).

Monday, November 20, 2006

One Holiday at a Time, Please.

Let’s get through one holiday at a time people! This whole idea of decorating for Christmas before Thanksgiving is really getting under my skin. What is the deal with that? Why is it that as soon as Halloween is over, the stores line their bare shelves with Christmas decorations. I have even seen, yes…it’s true….I have even seen Christmas decorations in stores before (dare I say it) Halloween!! Yes, the horror of it! You want to talk about scary – it’s like the movie “The Nightmare before Christmas” where Halloween meets Christmas. It’s just not fittin’.

Let’s all declare that we’ll take one holiday at a time, and in chronological order:
1st Halloween (October)
2nd Thanksgiving (November)
3rd Christmas (December)
…that’s not so hard, is it?

I’m all for the Christmas season starting the day after Thanksgiving, but not one moment before.

Now I say that knowing that Jermaine won’t tell on me, because he doesn’t partake in the fine art of blogging.. the truth of the matter is that I bought my first Christmas presents this weekend, I prepared the wreaths that will be hung on my house, I bought an animated lawn moose, and I played Christmas music while cleaning house on Saturday (under the guise of it being “Praise and Worship”). BUT, I refuse to decorate until we get past Thanksgiving. I really can’t wait for Christmas, but I’m trying with all my might to restrain from getting sucked into the madness.

It all goes back to sensitization. Each day I see strings of white lights and green garland wrapped poles outside of my office window. When I drive home at night, I see all the outlet stores decorated with lights, Christmas trees, and wreaths, the stores are playing Christmas music, the advertising blitz has begun with toy fliers being sent to the house – it’s all working together to get us to start buying early.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

The Werewolf Boycott

My husband is disgusting. I love him, but he's totally grossing me out. On Sunday I happened to walk into the bathroom only to catch him in a vulnerable situation: barefoot. Jermaine is not the barefoot type, we're like Dharma and Gregg when it comes to that - I would walk around barefoot in the middle of winter, Jermaine wears socks with his crocs at the beach. Anyway, I let out a horror-movie scream, which immediately sent the kids running into the bathroom to see what all the hysterics were about. It was the ungodly sight of my husbands disgustingly overgrown claws (yes, they were claws). Toenails are short and blunt, claws curve down and scratch the floor when the beast walks. When I stopped screaming I began a short series of dry heaves; once I gained composure I begged him to cut the claws. At that point he informed me that they were to "protect me, should an intruder enter our home in the middle of the night". Not cute.

So the claws coupled with the werewolf-style growth on his face has let me to boycott him until he 1) clips the claws back to toenails, and 2) Trims his beard (no man should have hair from their eye brows to their toes - there should be some separation in the face area (my husband literally has hair growing under his eyes).

So far he has resisted, and has remained unkissed (by Amelle and I, who have joined forces). He probaby won't cut them until they break the leather of his new sneakers and poke out the front, or shred our bed linens, whichever comes first.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

He's Baaack!

All of the Moore children have had an affinity for the purple dinosaur. I am totally fine with that. Barney is definitely one of the best children's characters out there. I'm not down with the new ones: Doodlebugs (gay agenda), Wiggles (no diversity - really, would it kill them to put ONE non-white person on the show?), Teletubbies (senseless), Thomas the Train (Give me a freakin' break! ..it's the worst show ever; I couldn't last 5 minutes watchin it!). I sill love Elmo and the Sesame Street gang, it's classic, they teach numbers & letters, they have diversity, and they have good entertainers. Barney is also good because they sing and dance, it's educational (ABCs, manners, the infamous clean up song!, etc), and the kids are diverse.

Last week we set out to buy Amaya her own Barney since she gets such a kick out of him. We were disappointed when we found that ToysRUs doesn't carry ANY Barney! I guess that means that we're officially "old school". I was panicked until we found one at KBtoys that sings and asks for hugs...awwww! (then when you give him a hug, he tells you that your a good hugger (build's self-esteem!)

Anyway, here's Amaya with the purple one:


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Friday, November 10, 2006

Always the middle one…

So I just got an e-mail from Wendy regarding Amelle, who spent yesterday afternoon at her favorite Auntie’s house:

I asked Amelle yesterday what she wants to be when she grows up. She said something about “handing out papers….” So I said, “Well, what is that job called?” And she said, “A servant.”

Then, I heard her say something to Will about Heaven, so I said, “What is Heaven Amelle?” She said, “Heaven is where God takes you when you die.” So then I said, “Well can everyone go to Heaven?” She said, “No. People who cut their heads off can’t go to Heaven.”

Amelle is such a special child, she is so sensitive and conscientious, but by far, the quirkiest of all.

Sunday, November 05, 2006

The November 20

The day before Halloween I challenged Shaun and Jermaine to a little family bet. Starting November 1st, the first person to lose 20 pounds would win: 1) bragging rights 2) $100 3) a night of babysitting - the challenge was dubbed "The November 20". The rules were simple, the weigh in would occur naked on the morning of November 1st and we could use any means necessary to drop the 20 pounds, the first one who got there would win.

Shaun took the early lead, by the end of day one he was down three pounds (thanks to gorging on chocolate halloween treats and a night squeezing his butt cheeks together so that he wouldn't go #2 until after the official weigh in). Early on, all appeared to be normal in Jermaine's diet - potato salad and pork for lunch on day one - he apparently felt that he had a natural advantage over the Casey's stubborn genetics. After learning of Shaun's 3 pound start, Jermaine swiftly changed from light cream to "half & half" in his daily coffee on day 2 of the challenge.

After whining about how women have a more difficult time losing weight, my opponents agreed to give me a 3 pound handicap, so their 20 equals my 17. I'm not actually planning on dropping more than 5 pounds, I'm hoping that with enough whining I can win by widdling down the amount of weight that I will have to lose to equal their 20 pounds. Just kidding, I actually started off strong on day one and two, but after realizing that the boys had stopped at McDonalds last night on their way to a Bruins game, I rationalized a fluffernutter sandwich today that I am feeling guilty about.

Friday, November 03, 2006

Happy Birthday Baby...and more!

On Saturday we celebrated Amaya's 1st birthday. We were blessed by friends old and new who showed up to wish our little one a happy first birthday! Unbeknownst to me, while I was planning Amaya's birthday, my sneaky sister-in-law and mother were conspiring to throw me a graduation party as well. It was a night filled with joy, and I felt blessed by everyone who came out in the torential rain to celebrate with us!


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