Saturday, August 30, 2008

Tahoe-Tahoe. Tahoe, Tahoe.

Last Thursday we packed up the Tahoe and headed out to Tahoe to go camping. haha, did you see me giggling as I wrote that first sentence. I was. Hysterically. Because it was almost like when you introduce two people with the same name. Apparently I am the only person who thinks this is funny, maybe because my name is so rare and no one ever walks up to me and says, "Paloma, I want you to meet Paloma". The first time I introduced my hubs to a guy with the same name I was all "Josh-Josh, Josh, Josh." And I just kept saying it and they were obviously not as amused as I was.

Anyways--- Tahoe. That is where I was going with this whole blog, no? Every August we get together with our friends and go camping. We always have a good time (DUH, or else we probably would not go back) . This year we were at Camp Richardson, located directly on the Highway (yeah, I am complaining, but I promise that that is my only complaint) in S Lake Tahoe. The nice part about camp Richardson is its beach. Nice sandy beach, beautiful weather. A town bustling with activities.

Tora and Rissa, almost twins

We spent all of Friday afternoon basking in the gorgeous weather of Tahoe. It was so beautiful. Less than 80 degrees out, nice breeze. I swear that weather is so deceiving, as I am now blistering and peeling like nobody's business. Four hours in the Tahoe sun and I was burnt to a crisp. Children, take it from me, always wear sunscreen. Hubs got pretty burnt, too, because he was in the water the whole day, escorting the kids on the kayaks and playing with them. He and I went on a romantical little adventure around the Lake. I swear. Romantical. We went up the beach about a half mile and we were in shallow water, so he decided it would be sweet if he dumped us out. It was. I love him. He did it again when we got back by our shore, too. Such a sweetie pie, he is. Amy and I took the two year olds out, too. That was fun. They were so well behaved and even helped us row. Tora even held my beer for me. (She had to, she was sitting on my drink holder)

My Two Most favoritest Men Kayaking on Lake Tahoe

Rissa, Vin, and Tora
Practicing for the day they can really go out on their own

Returning to shore

They have a pretty long bike trail out there in Tahoe and Saturday we rented bikes (Ours would not fit in the Tahoe, or on top, or even to one of those rear vehicle bike attachment thingy's, since we had the little aluminum fishing boat in tow. So, yeah, we rented bikes for a couple hours, one for me, which had a carriage in the back for little Riss (she wanted a bike with training wheels, but kept pedaling backwards and could not get more than 10 inches before slamming on the brakes), a bike for the hubs, and a bike for Cal. Amy threw her bike in the aluminum boat when we picked it up from her house, so she only had to rent a bike trailer for the twins. We all went on a nice long hour and a half bike ride. You are going to have to take my word for it, since I took absolutely no pictures along the way.

Sunday morning we woke up to talk of a bear. Apparently if we had been awake 30 minutes earlier we would have seen a bear going through one of our ice chests and eating all our ground burger meat. And then just walking away. Whew. If we had been awake 10 minutes earlier, like all the kids were, then we would have seen the bear trotting along a trail very close to our campsite, headed towards us, and then decide to go the other way, cross the highway and disappear into the forest. Yeah, if only I had woken up earlier. Damn ittttt. Cal saw it though, so he can attest to it. I know you are all thinking that maybe I should be a little more freaked out by the bear and the fact that my son could have been eaten by him and what-not, but there were adults with guns awake, so, you know. I'm OK. So is he. 900 pound bears are freakishly huge though, according to the other people at camp...

As we were eating breakfast a hot air balloon flew overhead. Those fliers of hot air balloons must be really good at what they do, because they were practically sitting in the treetops. They were so close that we could hear the people on the basket when they asked us for a cup of coffee. It was pretty cool. The kids always get real excited over stuff like that. (So do I).

So close, and so cool

We packed up and headed home on Sunday. As soon as we walked in the door I threw a load of clothes in the washing machine. Twenty minutes later hubs was asking me where his dark denim shorts were. I was like, "OH, they are on top of the drier in the bag, because they would not fit in the washer." I go to get the shorts out of the bag and they are not there. I stop the washing machine, pull them out and in the pocket is his 3 month old Blackberry. Mother Effer. I hate when I am overly efficient in a bad way. Doing the laundry right away was supposed to be a good thing. Oops.

Sooo, I started school on Monday. I am only taking one class this semester, because I registered so late. I tried to hop into an Art class, but even people who were on a waiting list were not being accepted. Also? The online CIS-C class that I wanted to take? Full. Wait list? Full. Class closed. So anyways, back to my one class. I am taking Business Law this semester, mostly to cover up an F that I got the semester that I got married and dropped out of school. Also taking it because I am now going to major in business, since all my classes that are Accounting related, while the units still count, the actual class does not count towards my major when I transfer to Sac State, since they are all older than 7 years ago. Suck. So I changed my major to business. Next semester I am just going to concentrate on Gen Ed classes that I have not completed. I may or may not change my major. I reserve that right.

If you are still actually reading this, then kudos to you, because this is a damn long story!!!!!

P's out. My parents took my kids camping this weekend and I need to bask in my drunken nudity.

Monday, August 25, 2008

My Friends Need Big Virtual Bear Hugs

I was going to blog this morning about the camping trip I just returned home from, or the fact that I am starting school today for the first time in almost 7 years, but as I was perusing through my google reader this morning I found the most disturbing news, and I think it would be selfish of me to blog about that instead of this first.

Ten years ago I lived in San Diego. I was working a part time job at a small grocery store and I met the coolest guys there. We all used to have a lot of fun together. Last year I was searching for old people on myspace and I found a couple of those guy friends of mine. One of them has a wife, whose blog I have been reading for months and months now, and I get to hear about their life's adventures through his wife, Robin.

Robin is pregnant with baby number five right now, and just had an ultrasound last week. Basically, they found out the other day that the baby is not OK, and will probably not live. This baby that she has been carrying in her womb for 6 months now...I don't know about you guys, but as a mother, this sort of thing seems almost unfathomable. Please pray for Robin and Nathan. Pray for their strength. Pray for them and their four children to make it through this ordeal. I know that they could really use your strength right now. Head on over to Robin's blog and leave her some love. Some words of encouragement. You can even leave their family some money, as in the upcoming months they are probably going to have hospital bills galore. If you have a few extra dollars, I am sure they would appreciate it. There is a "Donate" button in the top right hand corner of her blog, just underneath the pictures of the six family members. Just to be clear- Robin is not asking for your money, I am.

Now run along and check out Robin's story, then leave her some comments, some encouraging words, some virtual hugs when she needs them...

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Oh Dude, No Way. Me? Me?

You know how when some biggie blogger comes back to your page and leaves a comment and you get all stupidly excited, because OhmygodIcan'tbelieveshejustreadmyshit. Yeah, I know. So imagine how I felt when one of these awesome ass ladies tagged me in a meme. I just about pooped myself. Luckily I refrained, but yeah. Then you get so excited on your blog and you start saying bad words when referring to her (out of love and excitement ONLY!) and hope that she is going to still respect you in the morning because what if she is anti-potty mouth? Or whatever.

OK, OK. I'll stop gushing now. Get to the meme already, I know, I hear you.

Anywhoo. Slackermommy (who, clearly, I absolutely adore) tagged me in a meme. (In case you missed the part where I said I was tagged for a meme already.)

Hey did you know that 'meme' is pronounced 'mim'. Yeah, my friend's brother told me that and I was all, "Nuh-uh, I thought it was pronounced me-me". (You know, because they are always things about me.) He pretty much thinks I am stupid now.

Moving on...

A. Attached or single? Married 7 years
B. Best friend? Amy
C. Cake or pie? Cake-chocolate.
D. Day of choice? Monday *ducks and covers*
E. Essential item? If I have to pick just one then I am going to say sunglasses
F. Favorite color? pink
G. Gummy bears or worms? People eat these? People besides 5th graders?
H. Hometown? Sacramento, CA
I. Indulgence? Chocolate, liquor
J. January or July? July
K. Kids? 2 and holding
L. Life isn’t complete without? my family
M. Marriage date? April 29
N. Number of brothers & sisters? One real full blood brother. He is rad!
O. Oranges or apples? Bananas
P. Phobias? My teeth falling out
Q. Quotes? “To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.”
R. Reasons to smile? The kids aren't pulling each other's hair out. Clean house. Sex(that should be first).
S. Season of choice? Summer
T. Tag seven peeps! (see below)
U. Unknown fact about me? I pretty much spilled my guts in my '100 things' post, so not a lot left to tell. Sorry.
V. Vegetable? Artichoke, asparagus, broccoli, green beans. NO brussell sprouts!!!!
W. Worst habits? Laziness. Seriously, I could nap every day given the chance.
X. X-ray or ultrasound? WTF? No seriously, WTF?
Y. Your favorite food? Chocolate covered chocolate. With a side of chocolate. Mmmmmm.
Z. Zodiac sign? Sagittarius

I am tagging some people that I have not tagged in a while, or ever.

1. Caryn at Formerly Farley
2. Shannon at Formerly Farley
3. Adena at Formerly Farley
4. Anna at Formerly Farley(even though she is still a Farley)
5. Elizabeth atA Calm In The Chaos
6. The Bacon Lady at Better Living Through Bacon
7. Christine at Watch Me! No, Watch Me!

Slackermommy, thanks for the tag. Clearly, I am excited. Ya think?

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Look Who Grew A Pair

Yes, you can actually hear my hubs in the background telling me that she "grew a pair".

We have lived in this house since March of last year and this little girl may or may not have been traumatized early on. Her parents may or may not have been throwing her back and forth to each other. She may or may not have hated it. And us. I'm just saying that is what may have happened. (It did)

So that she finally decided to leave the edge of the pool yesterday was a phenomenal feat. She is so proud of herself, and we are proud of her!

Look out Michael Phelps (or whoever is the female equivalent of Michael Phelps)...

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Obama Jams To Rick Astley

If you are viewing this in a reader, you HAVE to click over and watch this video.
Hugh Atkin is a flippin genius! Love this video. I don't care who you are voting for, this clip is funnnnnnnny!

Rollin' With Tha Homies


This is incomplete and missing most of the links, but I have to leave for class now. Will update later...If there are any missing links, or you want me to go check out your blog and add you to my roll, hollah at ya girl! :)

Friday, August 8, 2008

Who Is The Child Here?

On the mornings when my children wake up before I do they like to come get in my bed and harass me into arising.

This morning was one of those days.

The alarm was going off and the hubs and I had two extra cuddle-bugs in bed with us.

"Mommy, time to wake up, time to wake up, get out of bed."

And on and on it went as I dozed in and out of those last few precious moments of sleep until I did get up.

I got out of bed and walked into my bathroom to look at myself. Something was wrong and I needed to figure out why I could barely feel my lip, and why it was fat. When I say fat, I mean FAT!! I have a crooked smile and my lip is protruding so far that I look like Angelina Jolie's chopper was transplanted onto my face (oh, how I flatter myself).

I was confused, but went on with my morning, getting the kids showered and ready for school, making lunches, and playing taxi driver. When I arrived home I needed a break, so I plopped my butt down on the couch and saw my necklace there. It is green with huge, heavy glass beads. My Mom made it, and I think it is quite pretty. I started having flashbacks of this morning; of yelling at Cal, more specifically.

So... I just picked up Cal from school and we had this conversation, or more, I talked at him:

Me: Hey buddy.

He: Yeah.

Me: Remember this morning when you were in my bed and you were swinging that necklace around?

He: Yeah.

Me: (And I am totally making this part up as I say it to him, because really...I DO NOT remember this much at ALL) Remember when you hit me in the face with it?

He: Yeah.

Me: That hurt me really bad, and it still really hurts!

He: (Taking in a swift breath of air) OHHHHH. I'm sorry.

Me: Yeah, I have a fat lip, and I can barely smile.

He: I'm sorry, Momma.

Me: Uh huh.

Let me just say that he is lucky I like him, because I have the maturity level of a six year old when I get hurt and what I really want to do is take that necklace and hit him in the face with it.

The offending necklace is on the right

Hi. I'm not 6. I swear. I am currently ignoring him, instead of hitting him, which I think gives me the maturity level of what? A fifteen year old. Yeahhhh.

Thursday, August 7, 2008

You Ask, I Answer~Part Three

Continuing on with more from my Ask Me Anything post...


Bananas said... most embarrassing moment. ever. you know, the one you NEVER talk about.
You know you want to! ;) July 10, 2008 6:18 PM


Yeah, sure, I'm dying to do this post. Thanks Jenny.

This was actually a really hard one to come up with an answer to. Not because embarrassing things do not happen to me, but because I am more easy-going than to let things like that get etched into my memory. I like to pretend that those things never happened to me.

When I was in High School I would ride the bus on most days (before my friends got their licenses and could drive me). Bus eleven was always, ALWAYS packed. One particular day I was dressed super cute in a long sleeved floral print baby doll dress and super cute brown chunky heels. The heels were about 3 inches high. (It was the early-mid 90’s, I was cute. Shut up.)

OK, wait. Stop. Let me just say right now that I went to one of the most ghetto high schools in Sacramento. The other kids in my high school dressed DOWN for school, rarely ever did anyone dress up.

Continuing on, and I am pretty sure you all know where this is headed. I was standing near the back of the bus on the way to school that day and as the bus rounded a corner I tumbled down the stairs, showing off my panties to everyone around. I am pretty sure I ripped my tights, too.

I am not sure if anyone helped me up, but I do know that almost EVERYONE saw. All the kids from my neighborhood rode that bus, so it is something that I still remember, and it still makes my cheeks flush.

Another embarrassing moment in my life that I will never forget is when I was about 4 or 5 years old and I was waiting outside my friend Chrissy’s house and her brother came out and asked me if I peed myself. I told him NO, but he could tell, and to this day I am not sure why I thought he could not tell…pee was all over my shorts and probably still running down my leg.

If any of you are my friends from back in the day and you can think of a moment of my life when I should be more embarrassed, please feel free to let me know in the comments.

Please feel free to air some dirty laundry about yourself in the comments, come on, I want to know your most embarrassing moment, too!