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Our life is full of wonderful, chaotic, blessed, hysterical, insane, magical, sad, scary, sweet, mind boggling, moments. While balancing life with 3 cherubs, parents, sisters, BIL, In-laws, 1 teaching career, and many good friends; I find that our life is moving far toooo fast. It is important to cherish and record the moments as we consistently try to balance our scale (God forbid I make a photo album)! MB

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Lingo Lango Lungo

If you have kids or have been around kids chances are you've seen the movie Monster's Inc. A hysterical animated film about monsters jumping out of kids closets to steal their screams. If you haven't seen the movie~ stop right here...this post will make noooo sense. If you have, enjoy!

As with any industry, the teaching industry has it's own lingo. This morning, hubby & I attended a teacher/parent conference for one of our cherubs. I was using industry terms such as differentiated, active learning, 504, and IEP. Hubby, a software guru by trade, said at one point while drowning in a conversation filled with teacher lango, he wanted to stand up and yell "2319! 2319!"

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

A Little One's Perspective

Cherub 3: Mom, when you were little like me, were schools invented?

Me: Yes, believe it or not, we did have schools back then!

I wonder how old he thinks I am??

Friday, March 26, 2010

Baby Nephew

Here is a borrowed post off of BigSis's facebook page. Had to put this one down in history as one of the funniest things Babynephew has ever said.

Having a nice family dinner, Nana is over and BabyNephew asks " was I born in a cab?" What??? I don't think you have ever been in a cab.... we have not seen Nana laugh that hard in a long time!!!

Time Check

When: Today
Time: 7:42am

Cherub 3: Mom, we gotta get up it is SEVEN HUNDRED AND FORTY TWO!!

Me: (Giggle) You are right! We gotta get ready for the bus. We are running reeeealllly late if it is in the 700's!

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Hubby is not a salesman, yet is a salesman at heart. My mom always says he could sell anybody anything. Her big line is that he could "talk a dog off a meat wagon". Tonight RLF, Kris & I were at our kid's Middle School taking a tour when we came upon a little art show. All the students had created artwork based on real life phobias. After checking them all out, I realized there was a rational explanation for my muchprefertakeoutsyndrome:

I have Mageirocophobia. Fear of cooking.

Think I can sell that one to him? That's my story...I am stickin' to it.

*Disclaimer* This is in no way meant to offend a true mageirocophobic.

PS- We actually decided I probably have fear of cleaning as well but I couldn't find the word for that one. I am sure he would agree because my house is SO messy right now it looks like it got robbed!

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

MB's Back

So it has been years since this chick has entered a road race. To be specific, it has been 6. That's right, I ran a road race a few months after cherub 3 was born and then I seemed to stop running when I unknowingly entered the race to become big and fat. Not anymore.

Sunday, I ran in the 1st of a 3-part running series. It was an Irish run, so naturally it started and ended at a pub.

Here's a quick recap of the race:

Hubby backed out of the race the morning of. Determined to do it, that didn't stop me.

40ish min wait for bathroom, I was in the MEN'S room (hey all the rules go out the door when you have to go and your limited on time) when the gun sounded. That's right, I wasn't there for the line up. Didn't let that stop me either, I hopped out of the bathroom, onto the street, saw the runner's waaaaayyyyy down the street and just started running to catch up.

Realized after the first few minutes that I was STILL running up hill.

Still running up.

Still running up. Questioning, is there a top to this hill?

Reached the top of the hill, rounded the corner and saw the cone saying '1 mile'. Yes, the first WHOLE mile was UP HILL.

Since I managed not to stop going up hill for a mile, all my nerves left me because I realized I could do it.

Ran. Mile 2.

Ran. Started seeing people running towards me. That is when I smiled knowing that I must be near the end. You know, all the CRAZY runners that run the other way after they hit the finish line (to show off) ehem, to get just a little bit more exercise in because the run wasn't long enough for them.

Ran faster.

FINISH LINE! For me a record, 34 min 10 seconds!

Cherub 2 asked me if I came in first. I told him I came in 142nd. He made a horrified face. I told him how wonderful that was. He looked at me like I was crazy. But for me, I finished. That was the beauty. No more entering the "race" to get big and fat. Now I am just in a big fat good mood knowing that I can do anything I set my mind to.

Can't wait for the 4 mile and 5 mile. Can't wait to assemble the other two thirds of this medal together. MB's back (even if I run in the back-wink)!

Dear Sarah,

I broke my promise to you because I told you I would FINALLY blog on Sat. I think it was because you all kept me up till 3am on Friday after the Black Eyed Peas Concert! We had so much fun I had to go to bed at 8:30pm Sat night to recover. The night definitely was a "Good Night"! This pic was taken from one of my neighbors that also went~ they had 4th row seats. Go Fergie. Ours were almost just like theirs. We were in the 2nd row...ahem, from the back! Nosebleeds and all, we had a blast. (Just don't dance to fast up there...kinda steep.)

Afterwards, we danced at two bars till closing time. Thanks to my girls for an awesome night. I still can't believe we found the 80's band with the flock of seagulls hair! We might have to become official groupies! As always, I am still giggling a week later. Love ya!


PS to Sarah- I will start blogging now~3 months off is long enough!