The Shoes

Well the shoes are moving again - Nicole's that is!  We are tearing out her carpet (thanks to Emma).  Nicole would claim it's not Emma that has transformed her bedroom carpet int a virtual pee pad and that really it's my dogs' fault but my bedroom carpet does not look like hers.  Hmmm maybe keeping your bedroom door closed might be a good idea - or catching that little rat Emma before she runs under the bed to hide as you are trying to rush out the door.  Oh yeah.  She hides under the bed where you can't reach her until you give up and just leave her lose in the room instead of crating her. Hence the virtual pee pad carpet!  Wow!  I have totally digressed!  The point I was going to make is that Nicole needs to move all of her shoes out of the room to have the tile installed and I promise to try really hard to let her organize them the way she wants without my 'help'!  I can promise you - I know myself! It won't be easy!   I will have to sit on my hands and bite my tongue and let her have her shoes organized the way she wants. After all it is her room - as long as she keeps the monster under control!  Grrrr

90 Day Challenge

We might all be skinny, but we will probably hate each other! This past Monday, mom, dad and myself decided it was finally time to get in shape and stop procrastinating (Probably not the best time of year since the holidays are coming up but we will see). We are all doing the 90 day challenge by Body by Vi and let me tell you the way these people look after the challenge is over I can't wait to see my results, but in the mean time we will probably all kill one another, or at least thats what I thought the first day. The first day we had a shake in the morning followed by 3 small meals during the day, mine consisted of celery and hummus (GROSS!) followed by chicken and green beans (Okay I can handle that) and blueberries and turkey (Fine I can deal with that too) but the best was when I called mom at 4 to find out what was for dinner and she told me another shake. If only you could have seen the look on my face, I thought I was going to kill someone. How was a shake going to do anything for dinner?! If I don't eat every 3 hours I turn into the devil! Alright well it is just the first day so I will give it a shot, I got home from work and went to the gym, when I got home around 8 now STARVING I asked mom to make my shake while I took a shower. It was still not made by the time I got out and I think my head was starting to spin, not from being dizzy from the lack of patience I had because I was hungry. Finally I started asking in a much louder voice for her to make it, when she did I realized it actually did fill me up and I was much calmer. Then it must have hit dad because he was asking mom a question and they both started arguing, I couldn't do anything but laugh because if you know this family you know that we love each other so much but we will not hesitate to yell at one another, especially when we are hungry. When they both looked at me and yelled "What are you laughing about?", all I could say was.."After this challenge we might all be skinny, but we will probably hate each other". This just made us all laugh even harder! We have pushed past almost the first week now though and I think we are all feeling much better and starting to see some results, but stay tuned because the hunger game could strike again at any time and we never know what might happen when it does.

Blog about a Dog - Part One

Now don't get me wrong, I love the little monster!  But really, we now have a mini Kujo living with us!  I actually looked up the Urban Definition of "Kujo" and there was a picture of Emma.  It says,
KUJO:  When a dog is acting crazy and insane; symptoms include running around and away from people, excessive growling, and frequently a mean-ass bite. Emma looks like Yoda, acts like Kujo and is the most unpredictable animal I have ever known.  I tell everyone when they walk in the house - she is very cute but DO NOT put your hand down there to pet her.  She could easily rip it off with just her nasty look let alone her tiny, razor sharp teeth.  Then again, give her a little food and she might just turn out to be your best friend for life.  If Nicole isn't home I've noticed that Emma will pick one person to befriend and snuggle.  Usually that's not me but Peter.  And the later in the evening it is, the less she likes me.  LOL!  Or anyone.  She gets those albino red eyes and watch out!  Stay tuned for more Emma stories.  Like mother, like dog is all I have to say for now. 

"HELP"

It must be a generational thing or maybe it's not.  Maybe it's the relationship that parents share with their children regardless of what generation they are from but I don't think so.  So let me talk this out. I was out with some friends the other night who brought their daughter along so that she could meet Nicole.  Both Italian, East Coast girls (and if you know any of those- you know there is a significance to that) around the same age.  We were talking about our blog and just sharing funny stories when our friend's daughter laughed, put up her hands and said in quotes with her hands, I know, they are just trying to "help" and the two girls started to laugh even harder.  She too has moved out and returned to the nest and is now back out.  We have other friends (and you know who you are) whose grown son has returned to the nest.  We laugh with them because they share the same experiences we do to a degree.  Don't ask them any questions because they think you are prying when really in fact you are just having a conversation.  So that makes me think it's a generational thing.  This is a new generation like none before it.  When my parents left home or we left home there was no going back.  Thus this whole back in the nest thing didn't happen.  I just want all of those adult children to know that YES WE ARE TRYING TO HELP!  Trying to help you get back on your feet, trying to help you find your way with your careers and 'find yourself', trying to help you become stronger in whatever way you need it, trying to show you the way to becoming all that we know you are capable of being, trying to give you direction, trying to give you a safe and warm (no not hellishly hot) haven to feel loved and respected when you need it most.  We love you - that is what parents do - and someday when you have children of your own, you will know the depth of the love you have for your child.  Enjoy the "help".

I think I'm in hell

No, I'm not talking about the fact that I live back at home, although by now we all know that it is an adventure. I'm talking about the fact that it is 2 million degrees in the f***ing house. Just because it is 110 degrees outside and you set the air conditioning at 82 doesn't mean that the house is cool. Moms argument is that it is hot outside so with the air set at 82 it makes the house cold..You have to be kidding me right? It's still 82 degrees INSIDE! Who wants to take a shower and start sweating as soon as they get out? NO ONE! Who wants to lay in bed in just a tank and shorts with no sheets and the fan blasting and still not be able to sleep? AGAIN, NO ONE! And although she may think it's just me being dramatic it's not, everyone that comes over or stays the night agrees with me..my sister, brother-in-law, boyfriend, friends that came on vacation. I know I know here comes her argument, "Well you don't pay any bills". Yes I know I don't pay any bills but come on this s**t has got to stop or we all might melt soon. 

It never stops..the nagging that is

"Clean this, wash that, make your bed". Now I remember why I moved out when I was 18 and went off to school. Sometimes the nagging is like nails on a chalkboard. Don't get me wrong we all know how much I love my mom but seriously, I think she is starting to find things I don't do just so she can nag me and make me do them. First it was to clean up my stuff around the house, then it was wiping down the counters in the bathroom, now she has moved on to my bedroom and b**ching about how I don't make my bed every morning. She even talked about it at dinner with my sister and brother in law when I wasn't there. ( You really care that much that you have to talk about it to other people!?) She doesn't even go in my room so I'm not sure why me not making my bed everyday bothers her. The funniest part of the whole thing is that she says "it's a sense of accomplishment to start the day", this has to be a f***ing joke. By just making my bed you think I have began to accomplish what for the day? NOTHING! I think she is only doing it because she is sad her precious pillows from Pier 1 are on the floor next to my bed and never get to see the top of it. Oh well, if me making my bed will get her off my back I guess I will consider it, that is until she finds something next to nag me about.

But I Don't Wanna!

Oh she lives here alright!  And honestly I love having Nicole home!  But really you can't even make your bed?  Of course I taught her how, what kind of mother do you think I am.  Taught her when she was probably five years old.  Get up and make your bed.  Does so many things for you. Sense of accomplishment to start the day, peace of mind.  Your room is in order transfers to your life is in order.  Not to mention that you sleep better when you climb in a nice neat bed.  She did it for years and years! What happened?? Did I mention that my ten pretty, fluffy pillows from Pier One have been on the floor in a corner of her room since she arrived?  The pillows I took so much time to pick out and arrange on the new bed cover?  Did I mention that?  Well actually she technically makes her bed when she changes her sheets each week but dam those pretty pillows never make it to the top of the bed - haven't seen the light of day in months!  Okay one more thing - keep your bathroom clean, which happens to be the guest bathroom in the hallway.  Don't want people going in there and having your makeup and other personal items strewn around the room.  That's why we have drawers in there. Put your sh.t away. And if you don't mind, I got you some wipes to clean up after yourself in the morning.  Really it's just the small things that make me happy.  Not a lot to ask, at least I don't think so.  The wipes are working out just great!  Bathroom is looking good. Now to work on the bed making. . . I will keep you posted on our (my) progress.