I Must Confess

I've been using these workout DVDs and I love them! It just seems so hokey to workout in my living room, particularly since I have a free gym membership with my work. The problem is it doesn't matter what time I go in they always put me to work. I could be on a treadmill, in the middle of a workout, on my own time and they will call me to the phone or ask me just one question.

LEAVE ME THE FRICK ALONE!!!

So at my leisure I have used these videos and have had some results. Mostly just an increase in energy level, but I gotta start somewhere, no? They're verrrry easy and I don't feel like Bambi on ice when I'm Walking Off the Pounds.

Anyway if you're looking for something uberintro level give these DVDs a try. I got mine through my DVD swap thing-a-ma-jig, but I'm sure they have them on half.com or ebay.

The DHW

Well, Hmmm

I've been invited to a mom's night out by one of the moms of a student in my class. It sounds like fun because, hey I'm a mom, but I'm not sure about socializing with parents of students. Is it taboo? Keeping in mind it is just a Mother's Day Out program, but still parents get a little weird when it comes to their kids. I play a dual roll since I'm not only a teacher, but also a parent in that my Z-boy is in the program too.

Whacha think? I replied to the evite that I'd go and I do need a night out desperately, but I don't want to get backed into a corner about how the program could be different or other sensitive topics. Papa thinks I'm worrying waaaay too much and I should go without over analyzing it. After all, he points out, I shared a bottle of wine (or two) with J-boy's teacher earlier this year and lived to tell about it. Yeah, I lived to tell about the wine drinking session, but the whole office staff knew about it the next day and I lost my Professional Mommy reputation. *sigh*

The DHW, now known as Party Mommy in the PTA circles (is that bad thing?)

SPF: Crafting, Creepy and Crinkling

Today Kristine give us the following assignment for Stuff Portrait Friday:
Your Toys
Your Secret
Your Eyes

Hmmm. This was kind of a toughie for me. I am tempted to put my kids toys up here because God knows they're all over the flipping house. Still this blog is supposed to be more about me. Boring! Okay, so here's what I came up with

My toys Just a small sampling off all the scrapbooking, card-making, paper crafting crap I own and use. I could've said this was my secret, but really it's just more of a sickness and Papa knows all about it so it ain't much of a secret.

My Secret: My comadre tells me these socks are creepy. I think they're fabulous! I fully expect Kami will fug-flog me for these, but they're so warm and cozy, dammit it's worth the price. I have tile in my home. I am a native Texas with thin blood (thought that's the only thing thin about me). I get cold easily! I need something to keep my tootsies warm.

My eyes: I do NOT like this assignment. My eye area is in serious need of a brow wax and pluck to speak nothing of the tiny crinkles forming around said eyes. So you've been warned...

Didja play??

The DHW

Creative Discipline?

Tonight the boys were fighting and resorted to hitting one another. Papa tells them both to take a time out, one on one wall and one on the other wall. Then Papa tells them that they will stay there until they hug each other and tell the other they love the other. Or what, inquires J-boy. Or you'll sit there until you do.

Stand off.

Fine thinks Papa. Then he tells them they better hurry up and make up or he's going to make them hug, say I love you AND sing the Barney "I love you, you love me" song.

They're now playing nicely in the living room.

I had to leave the kitchen table before I busted out laughing while Papa was doing a fine job at being the disciplinarian. I wonder what he'll come up with when they're teenagers. You know he does love his petty tortures.

The DHW

LOST in Love

I love the TV show LOST.

Seriously.

I. Love. This. Show.

Papa and I Netflixed the whole first season and have spent our last two weekends watching 25 episodes to get caught up. He got the podcast of the first 11 episodes of this season and we're watching them on the computer one episode a day.

DO NOT TELL ME WHAT HAPPENS.

I am DVR-ing (is that a word??) all the episodes I don't have downloaded and I am determined to be caught up by the time the season finale parties begin.

The DHW

A New Way To Cook A Pig

Papa is looking for a new way to bring home the bacon. Really it's about time. He's qualified in so many other areas and the burnout rate at his most recent gig is high. He's last much longer than most.

The thing is he's so fragmented about what he wants to do. One day he wants to be a business man, the next day a clown. Okay, not really, but you get my drift. He's just not focused. Every time some new idea comes up he's hopping down that bunny trail. I want him to pick something and stay with it. I would prefer he stay out of social services as it pays for crap, but I don't think he'll ever get this whole son-of-a-preacher-man identity out of his system. His desire to help the masses is often frustrating.

Maybe it's a mid-life crisis or something? Fine, but get over it already!

The DHW

Scotchguarding The Giraffe

Yesterday we went to a party at Toys R Us. Nothing like a bunch of 4-7 year olds running around the store screaming "Happy Birthday" at the top of their collective lungs. This party seems to be the place of preference for the mommies in my crowd since TRU does every thing and the grown ups get a chance to talk.

When Geoffrey came to say hi to the kids J-boy went up to give him a big hug. Then J-boy pulled back and said to the big guy, "oh, sorry about the drool there, Geoffrey". Nice. This comment was a source of great amusement to the birthday boy's dad. At least J-boy was polite as he left his DNA all over the mascot, no?

The DHW

Update On The Dawgs

I have no idea what happened to them.

We came back from the Pinewood Derby (a Scout thing for those of you not in the know) and the dogs were gone. Just gone. Hmmm.

Papa had left a note on the neighbors door that very gently outlined the issue saying he just wanted to bring it to their attention. He didn't sound at all pissed (unlike my rantings) and his tone was quite neighborly. He offered to talk with them about it in person or over the phone, but so far they've declined.

Now the dogs are gone.

The DHW, who should feel bad, but doesn't

We Knew It Was Coming

J boy has his well child visit today. Asthma is doing better. Good. Still the doctor dropped on us that it's time to have his tonsils removed. We knew it was going to happen, but the speed in which things are moving is a tad frightening for me. We go to the ENT next week and possibly surgery the week after.

Ugh.

I know it's better to do it now. I know he'll feel better once it's done. I know, I know, I know...

I also know I'm scared out of my pink Nikes.

The DHW

This Shit's Bananas B-A-N-A-N-A-S

The neighbor in back of us have their dogs penned up. I think they did it because the neighbors to the side of us complained about one of the dogs jumping the fence into her yard. Now behind (heretofore referred to as the butt neighbors) have the dogs in all-sides enclosed cage right up on our side of the fence. The bigger more aggressive dog - read the jumper - is kicking the shit out of the other dog. All day long for the past three days we've heard bark, bark, growl, yelp, cry.

Papa called animal control today and they said he could talk to the butt neighbor, but if it wasn't resolved over the weekend they were going to send someone out on Monday. He went round yonder and left a note to call him, but so far nada. Just more bark, bark, yelp kinds of shit.

That dog is fucking nuts. Seriously he goes bat-shit if he hears any movement. My boys go to our backyard at will so it sets the dogs off. Hell this morning the dogs were barking while I was drinking my coffee and checking out my Statesman.

I hope this doesn't become a huge battle, but it's not nice to those dogs (especially the one cowering in fear of the other one) and it sure as hell isn't nice for us to listen to it all day. Damn butt neighbors.

The DHW

Four Things........

Cassie tagged me so I gotta give it up. Here are more fabulous and fascinating things about The DHW you wish you never knew.

Four jobs you have had in your life
1. Teller
2. Accountant
3. Public Information Specialist
4. Preschool teacher

Four movies you could watch over and over
1. Fools Rush In
2. Sleepless in Seattle
3. Little Women
4. Beauty & The Beast

Four places you've lived
1. Austin
2. Wilsonville, OR
3. West Linn, OR
4. Los Angles, CA (but my mom says that doesn't really count since it was only about 6 weeks)

Four TV shows you love to watch
1. Law & Order: SVU
2. Medium
3. What Not To Wear
4. Arrested Development

Four places you've been on vacation
1. Hawaii
2. San Francisco
3. Disneyworld
4. Portland

Four websites you visit daily
1. G-mail account
2. Yahoo
3. Google
4. Blogs

Four of your favorite foods
1. Enchiladas Suizas
2. Chips & Salsa or queso
3. Le Madeline Tomato Basil Soup
4. Red Robin Bonzi burger

Four places you'd rather be right now
1. Scrapbook supply shopping
2. Sitting mindlessly in front of the t.v.
3. Vacation
4. Hanging out with friends

Four Bloggers you are tagging
1. Everyone
2. No one
3. Someone
4. Other one

Let me know if you played!!

The DHW

SPF: Burnt Orange Style

It's Friday! So time for another intstallment of SPF brought to you by Kristine. Today's assignment is stuff of reality t.v. - makeover style. This time we pay homage to our Texas Longhorns, National Champions, thankyouverymuch.

BEFORE

Here are the margaritas we drank from kick off to half time. Orange margaritas taste twice as yummy laced with victory.

AFTER

We're getting closer to half time here and I'm feeling very burnt orange. Fortunately I was not the one driving home so I was able to partake of all the margaritas I desired (and clearly I desired a few).

MY NEW FAVORITE THING

Doesn't this bag kick ass? The only thing that separates us from the animals is our ability to accessorize. Okay, ordinarily I don't buy into that hooey, but how can you *not* believe in that statement when you look at this fun little holder of crap?

Did you play?

The DHW

Seven Years Ago

I gave birth to my first baby boy! Today my J-boy turns 7. He had a great day! Papa took him a special birthday lunch at school and I took him to Build A Bear after school. For dinner grandma & Mac made the family, some 20 of us, a fajita dinner then we had cake and ice cream. J-boy once again cleaned up in the toy department.

For this desperate housewife the holiday season is now officially over!

Whew!

The DHW

Hook 'Em Horns!

Texas Longhorns National Champions! My beloved Longhorns are #1. We are prepping our boys to bleed burnt orange. This photo was taken back in 2001 and we'll get a new family shot in front of the tower on Friday night!

Now both kids can give the hook 'em horns sign it will be a great family photo.

The DHW