Friday, March 27, 2009

Hero Husband on Oprah

I got a call last night from a dear friend. It went a little like this.

Me: Hello
Friend: Hey Shannon, Was Hero Husband on Oprah today?
Me: What?
Friend: I was watching Oprah and I swear I saw Hero Husband.
Me: (Laughing) I am pretty sure Hero Husband wasn't on Oprah today.

I should me more used to the idea that I am wrong because, you guessed it, Hero Husband was on Oprah yesterday. Seriously. My friend even sent me the screenshots to prove it.

I guess I should just be glad he wasn't on the couch with some life altering confession in front of a national audience. He was just doing the "I'm going to save your life now" thing. It's so like him to do that.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009


"The day after this day I will be a good listener." Miss Thing

After waking up so early that it doesn't qualify as morning and refusing to stay in her bed or go back to sleep with an accompinament of shreiking.

Good Morning indeed

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Miss Thing Translated

Carnivore - The place you go to ride rides and eat cotton candy. Otherwise known as carnival. "Mom are we going to go back to the carnivore this weekend?"

Fur - The stuff in her orange juice that she was horrified to find and blamed me for this afternoon. Otherwise known as pulp "Mom why did you put fur in my juice?"

Saturday, March 21, 2009

The Debut

Super Son really enjoyed spending his Spring Break at camp at Zach Scott. He was really proud of himself with good cause. He practiced his lines and really cared about being funny and doing a good job. So without further is Super Son in his stage debut...

I give you Attack of the Hula Girls?

Don't forget to scroll to the bottom and turn off the music before hitting play
Super Son first appears at 5:30

Everyone loves a fireman

In case you have been living under a rock, or not living in Austin, SXSW is going on this week and next. You have no idea what this has done to downtown traffic. Yikes, but aside from the general hysteria it is a great thing for the local economy and wow there is some serious talent being thrown around. I only wish I could partake in the fun.

Hero Husband however with his new fire station location (right in the thick of the fun) is getting three concerts each night all a stones throw from his back door. Not exactly conducive with sleep, but hey you do what'cha gotta do.

So he calls me this afternoon to tell me that Juliette Lewis stopped by the fire station on her way to a show.

Okay seriously...I can name in my list of all time favorite films not one, not two, but three of hers not to mention I like her music.

But who gets a picture with Juliette Lewis

Bald is Beautiful

Today was the day for Hero Husband to participate in the St. Baldrick's head shaving fundraiser. He left this morning looking like this

and it wasn't too long before Miss Thing was inspecting the job they had done

They guys were great sports and are truly bald and beautiful if nothing else for raising more than $9,000 for children's cancer research.

And here is my bodacious beautifully bold husband in all of his bald glory (2nd from the right)

Thank you all for your support and good wishes. Maybe I will sign up next year...

Enough to make me want to fly to Oklahoma

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

I am coming out of the closet

Living an authentic life means loving and accepting yourself. I have been living in the closet for way too long and so here it is today I am coming out.

I love sci-fi and fanatsy books, movies and TV

Ahhh now that feels better.

I have spent years reading, watching and enjoying the NY Times, non fiction, historical accounts of blahdiy blah blah, memoirs and Bill Moyers Journal. All very important and intellecutally challenging mind you, but until recently I never have truly embraced the me that loves werewolves, magic, demons, witches, shapeshifters, vampires, spirits, ghosts and succubi (oh my).

I am learning through this embracing of myself that there are others like me too.

Never more will I smile demurely when someone asks me what my book is about and wonder how bizzare I will sound if I respond with "A powerful shaman who banishes spirits and fey that enter the mortal world" and I will no longer preface my 2 second summary of a book with "I know it sounds weird, but you would really like it" when I am telling someone about a werewolf detective who can't keep herself out of trouble or heaven forbid a werewolf mary-kay type lady.

I am officialy out and proud and if you want to enjoy some of the punch that I have been drinking you can check out my goodreads page here or on the sidebar to the right.

As one of my favorite authors says "I write urban fantasy novels so you don't have to."

my variant on that

I read them so you don't have to, but trust me you just might be glad you did.

Hair Experiment

Until a few weeks ago I had been letting Super Son's hair grow out. Boy child has some awesome hair that has a mind of its own and I figured it was as good a time as any to see if he liked it cut nice and short like Daddy or a little on the longer side.

We were sitting in a cafe and I was running my fingers through it absentmindedly while we talked and when I looked over at him his hair had taken on a life of its own.

When we got home he took a pair of scissors to it himself requring corrective action. I am guessing he is opting for the shorter version of things, but I think he may change his mind again someday.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Elmo talks necrophelia?

No seriously...Just scroll down to the bottom and turn off the music before you play the video

Friday, March 13, 2009

Cat in a suitcase

My friend Vanessa's grandmother was moving from the house where she had lived in for decades into an apartment. She called Vanessa and asked for suggestions on how to go about moving a cat from one home to another. Vanessa's response was "Grama, you put it inside something then put it in the car and drive it to the new place." In hindsight she maybe should have been more specific. The cat was thoroughly pissed when she arrived at the apartment was freed from the suitcase that Grama had used as a pet carrier.

Hi I'd like you to meet my friend she is awesome

Hi there everyone. This is my friend Kristin. She is awesome for so many reasons (kind, amazing mother, faithful, beautiful, talented, strong, devoted...) not the least of which is her resourcefulness. When you are drinking a glass of wine and can't manage to avoid spilling it...what is a resourceful girl to do? Two words...Sippy Cup

Crappy cell phone picture of Kik drinking red wine from a sippy cup

Who loves the dentist...Me me me me!

I live in the nether regions of South Austin. So far South that to "cross the river" is usually a day trip. I like it here. As our bumper stickers say

"South Austin...we're all here 'cause we're not all there"

Feel free to come visit.

For those of you not from around here schleping to Cedar Park from South Austin is the equivalent of a full day excursion. Okay maybe not for everyone, but definitely for me. We usually pack a picnic and everything. Why you might ask do I have a dentist in Cedar Park. The one place so far away that Hero Husband refuses to take the kids. Well the answer is easy

The Doctors Hoppe

The Doctors Hoppe are awesome. Kid you not angels singing awesome. Jennifer treats the kids, Chris takes care of the grownups. In a past life I worked with Carla (the guru of all things dental) and Chris so when the time came for me and my little tax deductions to see a dentist after I left the comforts of working with a gaggle of them I schleped to Cedar Park.

I swear it is like Cheers for me. I walk in, they know my name, they like my kids, we have some witty conversation, they take good care of us, the insurance pays for it and I get a new toothbrush (Okay maybe the last part isn't like Cheers, but you know what I mean). Seriously what more could you ask for.

That was a rhetorical question because yesterday I figured out what more.

I packed a picnic and the kids and we began the drive. Everyone happy as Super Son read to us. I think there might have even been some birds chirping, but I digress. We arrived and the kids promptly began playing in the waiting room aka kid heaven. The time came and we all shuttled to the back to get checked out. Miss Thing, who has of late been trying to convince me she is shy, climbed right up into the chair brave as can be and marveled at the suction straw and its magic spit sucking abilities. Super Son was due for x-rays so I peeked in on him as they went through the process and then we all gathered at his chairside while he got his teeth cleaned. I prattled on with my questions about his grinding habits and when we would need to start seeing the orthodontist and when we were done with all of my questions Dr. Jennifer broke the news...Super Son has two cavities that need to be filled. *sigh* I knew this day would come and it looks like his propensity for cavities is one of the less desireable traits I passed on to my lovely son. Dr. Jennifer pities the distance I travel to see her and agrees to fill then while we are there and save me a return trip.

Super Son is a funny kid and if you are a fan of his humor then I highly recommend seeing the show while he is breathing nitrous oxide. Let it suffice to say there was much snorting and fart noises to be had.

They were mid way through the numbing injections when Super Son forgot to breathe through his nose (where the nitrous is) and promptly began to freak out. He was crying and holding my hand while Dr. Jennifer and her assistant talked to him gently and wiped his tears. I kid you not, she wiped his tears all the while reminding him to "breathe through your nose".

When the shots were all done we kicked back while he numbed up and then they got started. This time he remembered to breathe through his nose and I think he actually dozed off for a few minutes.

(Crappy cell phone picture of Super Son getting his first filling)

Fillings complete. No more sugar bugs camping in his mouth. We took their tent down and threw it in the trash.

And to top it off somewhere in there I got my teeth cleaned too.

Super Son is feeling great this morning and was uber diligent about brushing and flossing. I can't decide if he just listend to the lesson about brushing all sides of his teeth or if he just doesn't want any more fillings. Either way I am happy with the result and happy to drive back to Cedar another 6 months.

What more could you want in a dentist than someone who can shoot your kid up with drugs, wipe his tears, use a drill on his teeth and still have him coming back for more. All the while knowing she really hopes she never has to use the drill on him again. Just reminding him to brush and floss a little better will work just fine.

Oh, maybe I could ask for a beer. It is my Cheers after all.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

A Good Cause

My husband has gorgeous thick black hair. A full head of soft run your fingers through it black hair.

I mean seriously check it out.

How lucky am I?

And in 9 days he will be bald.

He has decided to shave it all off in an effort to raise money for childhood cancer research. You can follow his progress here and of course if you are interested you can donate by clicking here.

Pictures will of course be posted...

Perks and downside

There are perks to being the Mom of a 7 year old boy.

They are generally pretty easy going and like to help around the house. This is especially true if it involves being paid in legos or hot wheels.

They are better at video games that their moms (ie me) and make great teammates for game night.

They give awesome hugs and have not yet figured out that it isn't cool to like your Mom and want to give her hugs.

As is true with all things there are also downsides. The worst of which, in my opinion, is what you find in their pockets (and therefore in the dryer on regular occassion). I don't know if this is true of all 7 year old boys, but my son has it in spades. He is a hoarder. A collector of all things his mom surely won't want to find in the dyer and a putter of those things in his pockets to be forgotten until the emerge in the lint filter or tumble around noisily until someone extracts them.

After a particularly bizarre finding that involved a ring pop I began to compile a list. Behold in all it's glory.

The list of things I have found in Super Son's pockets
(not all of which were discovered before being washed and dried)

hard candy
rocks ~ all sizes, all shapes (seriously I have enough of these to open my own landscaping company)
lighting balls (things that I can't even find on wikipedia, but my mother swears are what happens to the dirt where lighting hits the ground. They look a bit like a petrified seed pod)
chapstick (most often found just after the dryer so it has had time to melt and become unusable)
transformer trading cards
gum wrappers
ring pop (only the plastic part remained)
plastic orange juice seal
giant ball of wax (i kid you not it was the size of a jumbo superball)
kids dental flosser

I will continue to re-post and update the list and in the meantime let me know what your favorite perk of your kiddos is and what bizarre things you have found in their pockets.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

You just gotta try...

My preciously pregnant little sister has been craving bubbly things and she has some limited choices.
We went over for a superbowl party and she bestowed upon me her newest creation.

Empty an Emergen C packet (I recommend the Cranberry Pomegranate) into a glass

Add Cold LaCroix water (any flavor works just fine)

Voila...angels are singing and my taste buds are celebrating!

Monday, March 09, 2009

Manipulated by Minors

I couldn't have been more than 6 years old when my parental units saw fit to buy a new car. We had been driving an old blue VW van for years and the replacement was what I thought was the sweetest car ever made...A white 4 door Ford Escort.

Oh Yeah!

I did everything I could to ensure that I got to go for the most rides in the Escort. I was often not successful despite my best efforts, but boy did I try. I volunteered to go to the grocery store, to go along for pick up and/or drop off any of the various children in the house from any of the various places that they went, I even volunteered to go to work with said parental units which involved almost nothing fun except the ride in the Escort. All that effort and I still don't remember ever actually riding in the Escort. I would volunteer for whatever the trip may be and I always ended up in the van.

Oh Defeat.

A year ago after we finished a property remodel I sent Hero Husband out with my blessing to buy himself a toy. This is what he came home with.


We take it out on date night and Hero Husband enjoys running around town with the top down. I end up taking it to work a few days a week...and then there's the kids.

They will do almost anything to ride in the "race car". Our children have become masters at finding ways to go for a ride in the race car. Finding the booster seat and dragging it to the car, volunteering for the grocery store, post office... you name it they are game as long as it involves the race car.

At least they are having success where I didn't.

Sunday, March 08, 2009

Dallas Ho!

Super Son, Miss Thing & I took off for a quick overnight to Dallas. Hero Husband was working out of town and it turns out that one of my favorite authors Richelle Mead was doing a book signing. Voila...Road Trip.

I got a little cocky in downtown Dallas and managed to get us lost. Hero Husband's brother Uncle M came to the rescue and met us at a gas station and we followed him in the rest of the way. He has a gorgeous house on Turtle Creek and once we got everything settled in we took a walk with Brodie (Uncle M's dog).

The kids got to bed and Uncle M and I drank a bottle of wine catching up on all the things we never get to talk about when things are rushed.

I woke up at the bottom of an Super Son and Miss Thing snuggle pile and couldn't have been happier.

Breakfast at Breadwinners was tasty and then we took a trip on the Dallas streetcars. If the driver is to be believed we were riding on the oldest operating streetcar in the US (this one had been retired from use in Portugal and San Francisco before going to Dallas). I believed him after a bump in the road jerked the frame of the entire thing and sent the windows crashing closed. Thankfully Uncle M had seen that one coming and closed our windows before the aforementioned bumpy stretch.

We went to the park and fed the ducks and tried to avoid the homicidal geese that were assaulting each other (just glad it wasn't us they were after).

Super Son found a tree stump and pronounced it to be "the oldest tree I have ever seen, it was more than 17 inches as he counted the rings.

We packed up again and bid our farewells to Uncle M and Brodie and worked our way to the book signing. Thank you very much I didn't get lost once this time. Humility had found me after the debacle of the night before I guess.

This is the first book signing I have been to, but Richelle said this was the largest turn out for an event she was doing alone. I think the guess was around 70 people. It was wonderful to learn more about her and publishing and being a writer. She told the group about when she was a little older than Super Son she would take paper and fold it, staple it and write books. Super Son's eyes got as big as saucers and he leaned over and whispered to me "I write books like that too Mom." While we waited in line to get our book signed he asked if he could tell her about his books and his plan to sell them to his friends at the 2nd grade market next year. Of course he forgot once we got up there, but he did get a cool color changing pencil from her and I promised to email Richelle for him and let her know. I didn't expect the kids to have fun (and they had their moments of impatience for sure) but by the time we were heading home they were jabbering on about how much fun it had been. Yeah!

We stopped in Temple on our way home for some quesadillas with Nana & Papa.

I was feeling particularly indulgent when I woke up this morning at 7:30 ~ woo hoo I got to sleep in. Then Hero Husband told me it was daylight savings. Drat. Well at least I got a full nights sleep even if I didn't really sleep in.

Miss Thing loves her Daddy

"Dad you make my heart feel super happy so I am going to give you a sticker"

Thursday, March 05, 2009

Freakin Hilarious

I just spent the last 10 minutes laughing hysterically at this. Go ahead now and check it out. If you share my sense of humor you will like it too.
And now for your reading pleasure a few excerpts