Sunday, February 17, 2008

St. Valentine's Day Dance

First things first. We FINALLY made it to the Apple Store. (After a flat tire on the way.) We even went to the one we were originally going to go to (mainly just so we could say it didn't get the best of us). Many people told me about a closer one and I appreciate the help but the reason we picked that one was because we could take the train and bus, etc. (and I think we all remember how that turned out). Anyway, I took a "workshop" for my Iphone (for those of you who don't know, I got one for Christmas - woohoo!- it's by far the coolest phone ever!). I didn't learn too much new stuff but a few things. I would like to take an "advanced" course. I already knew most of the basics and even chimed in when I didn't think the "prof" got specific enough or gave enough cool info. Imagine that.

So, this is what the Apple Store looks like...
Pretty wild, huh? The store is the coolest place. I even touched one of the new MacAir notebook computers. Very thin, very impressive. I see why people like Apple products. When I got finished with my class, the bottom fell out of the sky and it poured on us all the way to the car and all the way home. Freezing (not literally) rain, soaked to the skin and loving the fact that we just had to walk to the car, not a bus stop and wait in that miserable weather.

Then it was time to get ready for the Knights of Columbus Valentine's dance at church. A fun, delicious, dancing filled night. When we arrived at the church, this double rainbow was in the sky.

The second rainbow is to the right of the lamp post, very faint. It was more visible to the naked eye, obviously, but it was beautiful.
It was Sammy (my friend Sally's son) 21st birthday and his girlfriend rented a stretch Hummer limo. Here it is, delivering them to the dance.
Here is my sweetheart and I enjoying a night out on the town. We rode in a stretch ummm...nothing.
And here is our table of ladies, there were two gentlemen there, Conrad and Bill (Bill bought us all the boas).

What a lovely evening that was had by all. Conrad even won something this year, popcorn and a double feature movie, "Grumpy Old Men" and "Grumpier Old Men". Appropriate? I'll let you be the judge.

Father Joe's Birthday

This post has been a week in the making. Sorry it's so late. I just now remembered to send the pictures from my phone to my computer. Ooops~!

Last Sunday, we celebrated Father Joe's 75th birthday at all masses in one way or another. At the end of the 10:00 mass, Jim Sundberg and Steve Buchelle (both former Texas Rangers) came in and led the congregation in singing "Happy Birthday". Then, they presented Fr. Joe with several Texas Rangers items, including, but not limited to, a bobble head doll and the most coveted...

Jim Sundberg and Steve Buchelle

#75 jersey with Scantlin on the back. He put it over his robe and wore it back up to the altar to finish Mass. What a spirited moment in our church! Thank you, Michele, for making that happen. I think he really enjoyed it.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Happy Valentine's Day!

Happy Valentine's Day! I decided to make my heart this year out of the cinnamon imperials that I love so well (and no, I didn't give them up for lent). In the middle is one of the cupcakes I made for Anna's Valentine's day party that didn't end up at the school. The hardest part of taking this picture was not eating the candies around the cupcake.
As you can see, they didn't last long. Had I not just eaten one of the cupcakes, the cupcake would have had a bite out of it, too.

Happy Valentine's day! I hope yours is one full of love and romance (if you have a special "someone"). If you don't have a special "someone" in your life, treat yourself to some chocolate and some other treat you don't normally give yourself. You have my permission. You're welcome.

Saturday, February 09, 2008

Father/Daughter dance

Last night, the ACA PTO put on a Father/Daughter dance. The response was so overwhelming, everyone wouldn't fit in our cafetorium. We ended up having, probably, 180 people there. That's an unofficial number but the R.S.V.P.s would indicate that many.

We ended up calling my friend Michelle Calvert at Celebrations (2220 W. Park Row in Arlington - in case you ever need a facility). Her place just happened to be unbooked so we rented the place. Thank you, Michelle!

We created, what I consider, a beautiful, sweet room, complete with balloons, confetti, cookies and punch. Here's what it looked like from where I was (I played DJ for the evening).
The punch (pink lemonade) flowed from a beautiful fountain provided by one of Conrad's cousins who just happened to e-mail me about a week ago asking if I could use one. I, at the time, couldn't fathom a reason until the dance popped into my head and I e-mailed her back and said "yes". Isn't it pretty? What you can't tell from the picture is that it also changes colors.

Conrad dancing with Sadie.
Madeline chose to ask her Uncle Paul (also her Godfather) to escort her. Here they are dancing.
And, here they are doing the "Chicken Dance".
The "admission fee" for the dance was a personal care item to be donated to the Arlington Women's Shelter. Here are the donations. ACA ROCKS! What generous people we have.

In other exciting news, Anna is trying out "big girl panties". It's going on 4 days now. She's got a long way to go but she's getting there. Oh the day when I am finished with diapers is actually in sight! Praise the Lord! Seriously.

Oh, and for the first time EVER, in 3 1/2 years at ACA, Sadie has finally made it to the "Wall of Honor". That's where kids who do well in academics, citizenship or specials (art, music, spanish) are honored. She finally made it in Citizenship. I'm so proud.

Thursday, February 07, 2008

Take me out to the ballgame...

Hey Everyone,

I can get tickets for Opening Day, Tuesday, April 8. I just need to get a group of 20 together who want to go. The game starts at 1:05. Tickets will be $17 and I'll need to have money in hand by Monday (Feb.11) if you want to go. E-mail me at my new address (if you don't have it, call me - I don't want to put it on here - no tellin' who reads this blog!) and let me know.

Just thought I'd put that out there!

See you all at the ballgame!

Lisa

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Happy Mardis Gras!

Can you believe Ash Wednesday is tomorrow? Wow, what a quick Easter we will have this year.

Anna made this mask at school and these are her beads. The teachers wouldn't tell me what she did to get them....

Yesterday, was Kelsey's birthday. Sweet 16. This is her driving off with no parent in the car for the first time. What a milestone. Conrad reminded me she was 5 or 6 when we first moved in across the street (we lived there before we moved here). We have really watched her grow into a really neat teenager. God be with you on your new adventure (driving!) - and with your parents.

Today is a dark day for Madeline. She was supposed to get all her homework done by Sunday night so she could go see the Hannah Montana 3-D movie tonight. Well, it didn't all get done. One thing was not done and I think I even let her have until yesterday evening to do it. So, she doesn't get to go. It's killing me not to let her go, but she will not learn that I mean business if I let her go. Call me mean, call me cruel, call me whatever but I feel this is a HUGE moment for her (and me) so the rule stands. I can feel her heart breaking even as I write this. I think she's in there trying frantically to get it finished. Too bad for her.

Well, y'all have a happy Mardis Gras and don't go showin' nothing to get any beads!

Monday, February 04, 2008

My son Aaron

I was reminded, gently, that I didn't do a "my son Aaron" blog on Aaron's birthday which was February 1st. So if you'll indulge me....

My son Aaron is very creative. He is very into the theatre, is "the constable" in "Fiddler on the Roof" at his school right now. Was in "Two Men from Verona" and other shows at school. He's helped with lighting on various shows and is going to be the master electrician for "Fiddler".

He will graduate this June, a fact I am very proud of. It hasn't been easy. His counselor didn't get him in all his correct classes when he transferred so he's having to take some classes online in addition to his classes he takes at school. But, he will graduate, walk across the stage and get that diploma. I will be there!

He is very patient with his sisters. Anna is "his baby". He was there for her birth. Heard me yell out "God Bless America" when her head finally came out. (Don't know why that came out of my mouth, but it did.) He was the one who weighed her for the first time. He picked her up everytime she made a sound and was her guardian from then on.

His sisters love him. When he is coming home, they are excited from the time I tell them until he gets here and pretty much until he leaves. They love having him around.

He's patient with me. My house is NEVER all clean at the same time, rarely is any of it "company ready", but he doesn't say anything (much) even though his house in Kent, WA is spotless from what I can gather.

He has a vision for himself. He plans to go to Wright State in Ohio. A long way from here but, we'll manage. We have for years now. Then, he'll do something in the theatre, I'm sure. I hope it's in Texas but if it's not, as long as he's happy, I'm happy.

He's talented in the arts as well. I know theatre is considered art but, I mean he can draw. He has left beautiful drawings here. He and his cousins once got the wild hair to "tattoo" each other and his designs were phenomenal.

I love the fact that he knows what he wants to do and is trying his best to do it even with obstacles in his way.

He's pretty much an easy going kind of guy. When plans get changed, he rolls with the punches. Reading that, I'm reminded of a time when we were discussing the plan for the day and we reached our first destination and we were getting out of the car and Aaron was all "what? what are we doing here? what's going on?". So maybe he just doesn't hear the plan so that's why he's able to be so flexible.

When Aaron was born, we were living at Aunt Brownie's house because his daddy was on temprary duty with the Air Force in Alaska. Auntie B. was my birthing coach and I truly thought Aaron was going to be a girl. His name was going to be Hannah Joanna. I think with the explosion of Hannah Montana, I'm glad he was a boy. The name we had picked out for a boy was Garreth Paul. About 8 months into the pregnancy I decided I didn't like Garreth but didn't worry about it because I was so sure he was a girl. Well, there he popped out. When they told me it was a boy I said "what?" I thought I hadn't heard right. Now I had a dilemma on my hands. When Jon left, his baby's name was going to be Garreth Paul, now I don't like that name. So, when I called him I had to come clean about the name. He suggested Aaron and I went for it. Paul stayed, that name was for one of Jon's cousins in New York. So, Aaron Paul was named.

I got a terrible breast infection as soon as I got home and was sick as a dog for about 3 or 4 days. Jon was scheduled to come home I think a week or so after Aaron was born. A day or two before he was to get home, we were all sitting in the living room of Auntie B's house and she suggests a bath for Jon Michel and I still wasn't up to doing that so someone else did that. Then she suggested a shower for me and I thought "man, I must really stink". But, I took my shower and a little bit later, she opens the door and says "look what the cats drug in" and in walks Jon. A day or two early. My Mom had picked him up at the airport and brought him over. I was so glad I had showered.

Aaron's always been an easy going boy. Only once, I did think he had colic and thought I would throw him out the window. Oh, I also fell down the stairs with him. I always thought that was why he didn't like heights and roller coasters.

Roller coasters...man, that will spark some memories. We would go to Six Flags and he would want to ride, say, The Shock Wave. We'd get up there and he'd chicken out. Usually we'd force him on it and he'd be a wreck. But, as soon as he got off, he'd want to ride it again. It's been that way for EVERY ROLLER COASTER HE HAS EVER BEEN ON. I think he gets that from me. I am that way, too. Although now, I just get horrible butterflies before I ride it, but I would never tell my children I don't want to do it, lest I seem less than brave in their eyes.

We've had some fun times, Aaron and I (and the rest of the family). He's a real trooper, staying with his Nonnie one of the days while she was in the hospital in Colorado. Drew a beautiful picture of Pike's Peak during a rain storm while he was there.

I love Aaron for all his creativity, patience and vision. I mostly love him because he's just him.

Happy 17th birthday, Aaron! I love you!

Saturday, February 02, 2008

The Apple store trip

A trip that shows us if we have the "stuff" to do "The Amazing Race" is what this little outing could be called.

I decided that I would like to go to the Apple store (as in computers and Iphones, not fruit) so they could tell me why my Iphone doesn't send e-mails. I can get them all day long but I cannot send them for some reason. Besides, I've heard the Apple store is a really neat place to visit so why not? Now, there's not one in Arlington, not even south Arlington, a place I'd rather not go unless I absolutely have to. Just too trafficky down there. Anway, I digress...the closest Apple store is in Dallas.

We decided to make it an outing. We'd ride the train to Dallas then take a bus to within a block of the store. Conrad mapped it out, we bought our day passes at the train station and off we went.
The girls waiting at the train station.
Sadie, Anna and Conrad on the train. The girls were way enamored with the tables on the train. Of course, I brought snacks and juice pouches and they were gone by the time we got to Dallas.
There was a sculpture garden by the bus stop that the girls played in, getting all sandy, of course.
And, here are the big girls waiting for the bus.
That is the last "together" moments we had. We got on our bus (one that only runs every hour or so - important to remember for this little tale) and rode it to McKinney St.. We needed to go to McKinney and Knox. So Conrad tells us that when we see McKinney, we need to get off of the bus. Well, there's McKinney so off we go. Madeline had picked up a rock somewhere along the way and was delayed getting off the bus and I had a flashback to my childhood of almost not getting on the subway in NYC and my Aunt physically holding the doors to the subway open and yelling at me to get inside. I, too, was yelling at Madeline "get off the bus, get off the bus, forget the rock!". Panic set in and I nearly had a coronary waiting for that child to get off that bus. Finally, she left the rock and flew off the bus and off it went, turning down McKinney, showing us that we needed to stay on a little while longer.
It is at this point the adults had the meltdown. I told Conrad that the fun has left our little trip and he tells me that maybe I should have stayed home. Now, those of you who know me, know what I was thinking. For those of you who don't? Let's just say I was none-to-pleased with that little statement and off I went. Literally. I turned around and reamed him (to myself, where no one could hear me). "Tell me I should have stayed home? I am the one who needed to go to the Apple store. You're the one who said to get off the bus, not me! Tell me I should have stayed home, I'll show you stay home!" Those things and others were coming out of my mouth where neither he nor anyone else could hear.
He and the girls started north, as if he was going to be able to catch another bus or walk to the store. I went to the gas station that was on the corner where we got off the bus. I asked them how far Knox was and the first girl says "five blocks". The other girls says "five miles". "But", she says, "just wait a few minutes, a trailer will come by and pick you up". I ask her "a trailer?" She says "yes, it comes by every 15 min. and takes people up and down McKinney". I said "you mean a trolley?" "Oh yes," she says, "a trolley". Obviously, these people were not from Texas or even these United States. Anyway, I go back outside and call my beloved husband and he, of course, doesn't answer his phone. After all, we've now parted ways, not on the best of terms. I call him again and leave him the message that I don't know where he is, but I'm going to catch the trolly and ride to Knox St. He finally calls back and we make up. At this point, though, there's no finding each other until we get to the store.
So, along comes a trolley. It's going the wrong way, but the man is out and can hear me so I ask him if he's going to come back around and he tells me "yes, in 8 minutes" and I ask him if he's going to Knox St. and he says "yes, that's the end of the line". I tell him, "I will get on when you come back around". He gives me the thumbs up.
8 minutes later, I can see him coming down the street and I think "hmmm, I wonder if I should be by the trolley stop sign?", so I cross the street to be by the sign. Here he comes.....I wave, he waves, there he goes. He doesn't stop for me. Now, I have on a bright yellow shirt, it's not like he can't see me, or that I don't stand out in a crowd. Why did he just keep on going? I was NOT happy.
I start walking toward Knox. I call Conrad and warn him to be on the correct side of the street or the trolley won't stop. He manages to get on the trolley. He calls me and tells me the trolley does NOT indeed go to Knox. So, now they're walking toward Knox, too.
I walk and walk. He, I'm sure, walks and walks, too. Finally, I find a bus sign and it tells me in 13 min. another bus will be by and I can just ride it to Knox. Conrad calls while I'm looking at the sign and tells me we have to catch the 4:39 bus back to the train station. Well, I just happened to have looked at my phone and the time was 4:12. So, he tells me to catch the next bus going south (the opposite way I've been going) and we'll meet on the bus. Then, we decide "well, there are other buses and trains, let's go to the store". Then finally, it's just too much, he calls back and says, catch the next bus back to the train station, we'll be on it. So I run (and I do mean run) to the street to catch the bus and I see a sign but think it's a "no parking" sign and so I head south. Here comes the bus. No bus sign anywhere. I have made the decision to stand out in the street if I have to, but I'm getting on that bus. Madeline has already called me crying telling me "Mommy, I miss you". I wanted to sit down and cry when I heard her. I thought, what in the world were you thinking? I didn't come up with a good answer.
So, here comes the bus. I start waving and it stops right where the sign was that I thought was a "no parking sign". I start running toward it as fast as my pudgy little legs will take me. I see the driver holding up his hands as if to say "whoa, slow down there partner". I finally get there and he tells me "I would have waited for you, you didn't have to run". I started crying in relief. There were my babies and my sweet husband who all hugged me like I had just come home from a long journey. I felt like I had.
Here we are on the bus, Anna was asleep and Mads wasn't too far away. She hasn't let me out of her sight since.
We didn't make it to the Apple store. I don't know if we ever will. I'm sure I can find out what I'm doing wrong with my phone on apple.com. But, don't we have some great memories? What a day.

Now, I need a margarita!

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

A new addition to the family

Wow, two updates in one day! How long has it been since that happened?

Well, I just got this picture in my e-mail.

Congratulations to Scott and Ashley Grimes! They welcomed the newest addition to the Wangler Family. Scott is Conrad's nephew and Ashley is his wife. Last night around 7pm, they welcomed a beautiful baby girl into the world. She is as yet unnamed but I will keep you posted when they let us know.

This is the happy family.


Congratulations Scott and Ashley!

The cat blog

Well, I have two cat stories for you.


One, on Monday morning, about 5am, Rosie was crouching on the edge of the bed on my side making odd growling sounds and looking at the floor. So, of course, I look over and what do I see? Another black cat (we only have the one!) and as soon as I said "what the heck are you doing in here", it skidaddled right out of my room.


Since I had stuff to do for PTO, I got up to see if an e-mail I had been waiting for the night before had come in and I heard crunching in the kitchen. Since I knew where all my cats were I crept through the living room and stealthily turned on the light in the dining room. That other black cat looked up from the cat food it was eating and looked at me like "well, that free lunch is over, I've been caught." then hightailed it out the cat door.


I think it's been coming in while we're asleep (obviously!) and while we're not here. Danged cat.


Then, this morning, I was about to brush my teeth and Banda jumped up on the sink. Now, I've seen this cat go #1 in the sink. So, since I was about to brush my teeth, I did not want that to happen. I put her down and proceeded to load up the toothbrush with toothpaste and start brushing. While I did this, Banda jumped up on the toilet. I thought to myself, "that cat in "Meet the Parents" goes potty on the toilet, I don't know why my cats don't, especially Banda, she's such a priss". And as I am thinking this, that cat squated down and started peeing in the toilet! I ran out of the bathroom, with my mouth full of toothpaste and shouted to Conrad "As God as my witness, Banda is peeing in the toilet!!". I ran and got the camera and this is all that was left of Banda going potty when I got back.

I was so proud of her! No telling how many times she's done that and we don't even know it.

Now, if I can just teach her to flush...

Monday, January 28, 2008



Yesterday, Sadie decided to put up the easel that Anna got for Christmas from Mrs. Elsa (she calls Anna "my friend" and loves her and Anna always acts like she doesn't care until Mrs. Elsa tries to walk away). Anyway, Sadie put it up for her and here she is enjoying it.

As an update, we've had some pretty uneventful days in Wanglerworld. I can't say the same for church. We've had 6 funerals in 9 days. Today, we had the funeral for our Deacon Jim. He was a lovely man and he will be missed.

The girls got their report cards! This falls under the category of GREAT NEWS! Sadie and Madeline both made straight A's and all E's (for conduct) which entitles them to all sorts of free stuff all over town, should I have the ooomph to take them all those places which right now I don't. But, I have a copy of the report cards in my purse so if we run across a few freebies, we'll take advantage.

Sadie made it to the second round of the spelling bee. She missed harpsichord. She spelled it harpsicord. I don't think she'll soon forget how to spell it correctly. I didn't know it at the time, but there were only 6 3rd graders who got in the spelling bee and she was one of them. Woohoo!

Ok, so there's all your good news from here for now. I gotta run and pick up children~!

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Happy Birthday, Madeline

Allright, so I know I've been absent for awhile with the pictures, so I am putting them on here now.
Last Friday was "crazy hair day" at ACA. Sadie did her own, as did Madeline. Sadie put crayons, paper clip, pencil and a pen in her multiple ponytails. I thought it showed creativity. Here she is in all her glory.
Madeline's fancy do...
Monday was a holiday here. Probably most places it was. MLK, Jr. day.... so my children put on a show first thing in the morning. It was acted out by Madeline, accompanied, on the piano, by Sadie. This is Mads doing "I'm a little tea pot". As you faithful readers know, that's a sentimental favorite in our family.
Today is Madline's 7th Birthday. There were alot of birthdays of her friends this month and alot of other stuff going on so I made a deal with her. She could invite one friend out to eat on her birthday and then we'd have a big blowout swimming party on her 1/2 birthday in July. She liked the idea so that's what we're going with.
This is her with Kolton (her invited guest) being sung to by the waitstaff at Pancho's - her choice of restaurant. She also got to take home the pinata. Like that hat? I got it for her.
This is my middle baby girl and her sister. My how she's grown. This time 7 years ago, I had already brought her home (the joys of midwifery) and was enjoying watching her sister explore her and get to know that little creature who would come to bring so much joy to our lives.


This is her back in December of '04. Look how much she's grown.

I was looking through old pictures for one of her and my Mom. I had asked her what she wanted from Nonnie and she thought about it for a minute then said "a picture of her, so I won't be so lonely without her". How sweet is that? Nonnie also got her a lil webkiz (and if you don't know what that is, it's only all the rage with the "tween" set. Anyway, the lil kinz her Nonnie got her was the "pet of the month" so she got all kinds of cool stuff on the website (all virtual) and her delight amazed me. It did not, however, shine quite as bright as her face when she saw the picture of her and her Nonnie, all framed in a pretty silver w/hearts picture frame.

As is my custom, on my children's birthday, I shall tell you a little about my Madeline. The picture I put up on here of her in '04 is one of my favorites. It shows her creative flair. The creative gods spent a little extra time with her. They bestowed upon her a flamboyant taste in clothes. Her favorite skirt used to be (until it was just worn out - by the way, another gift from her Nonnie) a blue/brown/gold/white/yellow number that had netting on the outside in those colors and I believe a brown underskirt. It suited her to a tee. I tried to find another one this year but to no avail.

She's also very dramatic. Not really in the "life's not fair" sense, although she can get that going, too. But, the world is her stage. We are all merely the audience for her life. She'll sing her heart out for you. She's not afraid of directing the choir - I'm talking about the adult choir at church. Lots of mature adults and she'll get in front of them and help Michele direct them like she knows what she's doing.

She's a mommy's (and Nonnie's) girl. She'd rather be with me than most others. Although her Daddy rates right up there, too. And she's not afraid of spending the night out (in fact loves to do it). She makes friends easily and often. She's a giver, a caretaker, a nurturer. It will be Madeline standing in our room on a Saturday morning bringing us breakfast in bed. She's been booted from every bedroom and bed in this house. As in, a room is hers to live in then Anna comes along so she has to move in with Sadie. Then, Sadie wants her own room so she moves in with Anna. She finally will get the top bunk, but Anna falls out of the bottom one because it has no rails so back to the bottom Mads goes, without so much as a tear shed. She's adaptable, is what I'm saying.

There's no hug like a Madeline hug. You know you've been hugged when she's done with you. When I wake her up in the morning and say "Madeline, it's time to wake up. Are you ready to face the day?" she almost always responds with "yes, I am ". When she is happy, she is sunshine on earth. When she is sad, it's usually for a decent reason and it's like a gray cloud has come over everything.

She does have her moments of "middle child syndrome". I really think all the descriptions above are all excellent examples of that. But the bad ones? Every now and then, she'll get upset because it seems like Sadie always gets her way. And she probably does more often than not, because Madeline is more adaptable. But that's something I need to work on, not Mads.

I love this child. She loves me. There is no doubt in my mind about either of those statements. I cannot imagine my life without her and "God willing" I'll never have to. I thank God, everyday, for sending her to us. What a sad world it would be, indeed, should there be no Madeline in it.

Happy Birthday, Madeline. I love you.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Little black cloud

The little black cloud that has been hanging over the Wangler household lately has done more damage.

While I do NOT want this blog to become a "whine" blog, in an effort of full disclosure, I feel I should tell you of the bad stuff as well as the good. And there is good stuff at the end of this post.

Last night, we had ACA's Eatsie's Night at Khaki's in South Arlington. As the PTO President, I felt there should be a PTO presence there the entire 4 hours, so the plan was that I would take Sadie and Anna with me and my friend's Mom would pick up Madeline from dance (she was already picking up her grandson there) and they would meet us down there. Then, we would wait for Conrad and, depending on how long it took him to get there, the girls would either eat before he got there or eat with him. Then he would take them home and I would stay and make sure all the ACAers were welcomed and knew what to do.

Well, let me tell you, 3 children in a restaurant and mingling with a crowd do NOT mix. Those children drove me crazy. Finally, about 6:30, I believe, Conrad called and said he wouldn't be making it. Talk about driving blood pressure up! I asked why (in that smarmy voice I can have when things aren't going according to my plan). He proceeds to tell me he had a "little" accident on the way home and he can't drive the truck. He was on Division St. bridge going over 360 (a three lane road) and he was behind an 18 wheeler in the right hand lane and decided to change lanes into the center lane and someone was trying to turn left - yes, from the center lane, so they were stopped and he ran into the back of them. Lovely. All around lovely.

My poor truck. I say mine, but Conrad has probably driven it longer than I did at this point. But, I got the little blue truck when I was getting my divorce from Jon 15 years ago. It was my "statement of independence". "I don't need a man, I have my own truck", etc. You know what I mean. So, the little blue truck is out of commission, has probably reached an unglamorous end to an awesome life. It's little headlight is hanging down like one of those toys with springy eyes, but you know it won't pop back in, it's front fender off like it's smile has been ripped from it's little face. It's so sad.

So we're down to one car. Not a fun proposition in our busy house.

I have to say, Conrad tried to fix the truck. He gave it the old college try but it's just too far gone, I think. Even I gave up on it before he did. He just wouldn't give up. He was going to put a spare on and drive it back to work, then he looked behind the seat to get his tools to change the tire only to discover his tool set had been stolen. Then found that the one in the garage had been stolen, too. Now Conrad's not a "doom and gloom" kind of guy, but this triple whammy really got to him. You could tell a change in his demeanor and his final give up "I guess you'll have to drive me back to work" was just sad.

So there is the - hopefully - final chapter of the black cloud at the Wangler house.

There was one bright spot in my otherwise crappy yesterday. One of the third grade teachers stopped at the table where we were and told us that Sadie made the spelling bee. She was proud, I was proud, it was a proud moment for us all. Yay, Sadie! Way to make the sunshine!

Oh, several other good things happened. I guess it's all what you focus on, huh? Ok, anyway, our heater guy got here right when I was walking out the door and fixed the heater ($118 worth of fixing took maybe 60 seconds). And the best part? AMERICAN IDOL STARTED!!!!!

I know, I know, it's shallow and inconsequential for most people but dang it, I needed some levity and escape and American Idol delivered. Thank you, Fox and reality T.V.!

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Correction

OK, I only just now realized that my link to "the music mommy" blog was incorrect. It has been fixed and you can now click on it and go straight to it. I have no idea who Stephanie Apperson was (the person's blog that would pop up instead of Jen's). Sorry if there was any offensive stuff in her blog. I didn't even take time to read it, how un-blog supportive of me.

Anyway, no new news on the employment front, although, my bank teller told me about 1-800-Flowers.com and I went there and I fit all the requirements so I may look into that to tide me over until a "real" job comes my way.

I did speak to another Medical Transcription job place (well, IM'd with them) and they hire newbies but you have to buy their software. Again, if I could buy their software, I wouldn't be in this predicament. aaaarrrrgggghhhh. Maybe if I work at the flower thing and make the money for the software.....hmmm, that needs some thinking on it.

And, just for kickers, our heat is out today. And, oddly, I do know we paid the bill. We just paid it on Friday and we have hot water (the pilot light is on and everything) so I know it's not that. And, of course, it's supposed to get really cold tonight. Yay us! The heating guy is supposed to come sometime this afternoon. I hope he gets here before I have to leave this freezing house.

And, Sadie is home sick today. She threw up last night. YUCK! So, all those grandiose plans I had for today are out the window. Although, I did get alot done on the computer. All my various things I need to be sending out as PTO President have now been printed and are ready to go up to the school for copying and sending out. The bad thing about Sadie being home is that she had perfect attendance going this year. It was an actual goal of hers that she shared with me early in the year. I feel bad for her because she doesn't feel bad now, but you have to be 24 hours puke free before you can return to school.

Well, that's all the news from here. Hope you all have wonderful, warm, puke-free day!

Monday, January 14, 2008

Career assistance

So, I called about career assistance from a particular place.

And, as a side note, perhaps I shouldn't be writing about this while my wounds are fresh. You know, all those wounds from the Cowboys loss, my searing headache from last night (all DURING the Cowboy game, keeping me from cheering them on to victory in any sort of auditory way - that's why they lost, sorry other Cowboy fans - it's all my fault) and hearing what you have to pay for career assistance. However, I will share anyway.

So, I call this place and say that I see they have career assistance. She looks me up on the computer and says "well, I see you didn't purchase it". purchase it? purchase it? Who in the world purchases career assistance? I ask her how much it is and as if even speaking of money will sear the inside of her mouth in a way hot pizza never has, she connects me to the "admissions office" so I can find out how much this career assistance will cost me. The nice man tells me that LIFELONG career assistance will cost me $900, would I like to purchase it. I tell him that if I had $900 I wouldn't need career assistance. He says perhaps they can break it down into payments for me. Well, buddy, if I had a J O B maybe that would be OK. However, if I don't have a J O B I still can't even pay payments. And, I didn't ask, but I'm pretty sure your career assistance has to be paid before they actually assist you. He actually said to me "if you situation changes, call us back". As I am restrainig myself from slamming down the phone, I say out loud - passive agressive behavior at it's best - If my situation changes, it means I have a job and don't need your stinkin' career assistance and then I threw in a good expletive there because no one was around to hear it. Made me feel a little better but I am now still a CMT without a job.

So, while this blog was never meant to document any sort of search, except maybe my sanity - that should last a lifetime - I will keep you all abreast (I know all the men are laughing, it's ok) of the job search. Current mood? frustrated.

Saturday, January 12, 2008

Today was an exciting day on our little block. This morning there was excitement and then this afternoon there was excitement. The events of the morning will be shown here when my neighbor has a little more humor about it. Ricky, let me know when it's safe to post those pictures! :) Suffice it to say, it is one of those things that needs a little time before it's not blood-pressure-increasing, palpitation-inducing or head exploding, don't want the world to see it (to the people it happened to). Now, me? I'd be posting the pictures on the blog tonight, however, Ricky, when I told him I took pictures, said "yeah, go put them on your blog for the whole *#@$&%$ world to see" and he was not a happy man about it. So, out of respect for him, I shall not post them until he say I can.

I will tell you, police were on our block, certain people are not allowed on our block for 3 months, tow truck, fire truck all that - out here. You just can't wait, can you? Well, you'll have to.

Now, this I can show you. Not nearly as exciting but kinda funny nonetheless. I was walking across the street today and one of the boys who lives on the street (and can be here for the next 3 months) said that there was a possum. I told him we have two that live in our garage. I started thinking about it and I asked him "a possum is out here, right now?" and he said yeah. So sure enough, here comes the possum out and about during broad daylight. I go get the girls and they are all excited about the possum. I have lots of video of it but this one is the funniest because at the end, he gets a little too close to me. But, on one of the videos I'm not putting on here, you can kinda here Anna telling the possum "cheese" as if to tell him to smile because I have the camera on him.

So, I'm sorry I'm keeping you in suspense about all our excitement but, again, Ricky won't find it amusing if I put it on here tonight. But, if you see me, you can ask me what happened and I'll tell you.

Oh, and guess who passed her Medical Transcription final with a 90%? Oh yeah, that would be ME!!!!! I am officially a Certified Medical Transcriptionist. Sure, I finally get a degree of some sort and I'm still unemployed, go figure.

Monday, January 07, 2008

Helmet head!

Back before Christmas break, way before, the Mayor of Dalworthington Gardens (where Arlington Classics Academy is technically located) came to read to the 3rd grade. While there, they somehow got on the subject of bicycle helmets and he put a boy, Preston, in charge of finding out which 3rd graders didn't have helmets. He said he would try to get helmets for all those kids. Well, who knew a politician could do what he promised? (That was a little political humor for this election year.)

Today, I got an e-mail from Mr. Simon asking me if I could be up at the school today at 2:30 because the mayor was going to deliver on his promise and would I take pictures (and, Sadie was one of those kids without a helmet).

So, Anna and I went up to the school and watched and took pictures while the kids got their helmets. Here are some of the pictures. You local people, watch for more pics in the paper sometime soon.
This is the whole helmet-less group, eagerly anticpating their new head gear.
Sadie and Mr. Simon with her new helmet.
The whole group with all their helmets.
Helmet head!
And on a personal (meaning me) note, I took my final on Saturday. Big "shout out" to Ann Wood, my proctor - YOU ROCK! She's been my proctor on all my exams during this course and I so appreciate her willingness to help. I'll let you all know "if" I passed. OK, I know I passed but we'll see how well I did.

Thursday, January 03, 2008

Christmas pictures '07

I am happy to report that I finally got pictures of the girls in their Christmas dresses in front of the Christmas tree. The tree is now undecorated, the top third has been dismembered from the bottom two-thirds and the whole thing is awaiting a certain male in the house to take it out to the garage to be stored until next year's festivities begin. And, lest you think there are other male bi-peds in our home, Aaron has already gone home, that only leaves one.
For whatever reason, Anna wouldn't stick her tongue in her mouth.
Nor did she want her picture by herself. Not like her at all, really.
Had no problems taking in Mads limelight.
Finally got her out of the picture and Mads all by herself.
Miss Sadie looking all grown up. Where does the time go?

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

Happy New Year!

Here's your New Year's black-eyed peas for good luck! Enjoy!

New Year's Eve!

Jon and I took Aaron to the airport yesterday (New Year's Eve).
These are my boys! Handsome and tall! We had a blast while Aaron is here and I love that they get along so well and enjoy each other's company. Gives me hope for the girls.
Then, on to the New Year's Eve party. What are you looking at Anna, that has your hair standing on end? Yeah, I know, it's static, but it's still funny!
Sadie, laying the trap for our annual laugh at people driving by and popping our pop-its. See this blog for last year's romp. OK, don't click on anything, I went back to link last year's New Year's Eve party on here and I guess they get dumped after a certain amount of time. It only went back to February. Sorry! You'll just have to know we get a big kick out of unsuspecting people driving right into our Pop-It trap!
Mr. Ricky being the "grillmaster".
Me playing "Guitar Hero". I am JAMMING DOWN, PEOPLE!
Lisa, my neighbor, calls me in and tells me that Anna wants her picture taken. I look over and she's sitting there like this, holding up my camera, saying "picture". Is she a ham or what?
First picture of the new year! Aren't Lisa and Phillip cute?
Our first picture of the new year. Awwww!
And, finally, roasting of marshmallows. Yummy!
Happy New Year, Everyone. I wish you and yours (and mine) a year of prosperity, excitement of the fun kind, adventure and laughter.
Thank you all, once again, for reading my blog and taking this journey through life with me. I enjoy doing it and I love hearing that it makes you laugh, or cry or think. Well, I don't know that I've ever made anyone think but, just humor me.
Here's to another year of wanglerworld adventures!