Realistically Busy

where have i been?

2 Open Houses

2 Katey~Kat b-day extravaganza's (Boo at the Zoo & a pumpkin walk with fam on Saturday. Today, 5 favorite friends over for her PeRFeCT PiXie PRiNCeSS PaRTy)

1 show we are preparing for~ it's this Saturday. BTW, all of you are invited...

1 Super Saturday we are doing 2 activities for

1 4th grade Halloween party (Yep. I'm heading this, too. Don't get me started on this educator... just signed up for this job on Friday-

still waiting for parent "I'll help!" slips to return.)

1 trip to NYC I would love to shop for, but if I want to pay for any food,

I must make do with my sad wardrobe.

1 2-day Craft Show the weekend before NYC trip- Hopefully, I'll earn some cash for chow in the big apple.

1 Bestie coming for a visit same weeked of craft show before I visit Letterman.

3 children who want to change costumes 3 days before we trick and treat!

1 husband who is needing some TLC.

Anyone wanna do lunch? I need some down time. No kids allowed.

And who ever comes, CANNOT call me "Mommy".

I've been Boo-ed?

Tanja BOO-ED me!

How can this be? A lack of posting? No commentos to my besties in blog land?

(Actually, I am quite flattered.)

So here is how the Blogging Boo will go.

Go to as many friends as you want and tell them they've been "B00-ed". Have them link back to your blog to pick up their Halloween Treat (picture) and tell them to Boo their friends.

(Then put the pic in your side bar so everyone knows that you've already been "boo-ed and to send the pic to someone else.)

So be watching your comments to see if you get BOO-ED!

Miss October...

...is a Pixie.

Her interests:

Fashionable. Fabulous. Fairylicious. Fun. And so NOT Flirty.

My baby is Four.

When she gets nervous, she mumbles softly, "My mommy." I think it's her mantra.

About an hour after she awakes, she tells me, " I forgot to give you a hug." Even though she didn't.

She knows the name of almost every tool in our garage. I've taught her everything I know.

Confidently tells me she can do just about everything better than I can. She gets her confidence from me.

Tucks her hair behind her ears and has since it was long enough to bug her... I love when she does this

Tells everyone what they can get her for Christmas and her birthday. How much heartache and stress would Joel avoid if I could do this, too?

Thank you, Katey..

For:

believing in fairies

telling me I'm pretty

loving your grandparents

adoring your daddy

hugging your brothers

and saying the word, "Actually..." it always puts me in my place.

xxoo, Mommy

Staples. More than just an office supply

Jack whacked his head on a car door yesterday.

It stopped bleeding quickly, but the split was wide and deep.

2 staples later, his grey matter will remain in his noggin.

(um, can I tell you that it sounded just like the stapler you use at home?!?!? ick.)

Staples will be removed in 10 days... just shy of being gruesome for Halloween.

Realistically speaking, I think the bonk was beneficial for me.

I spotted Jack, emptying out the garbage and replacing the liner WITHOUT being asked

AND

He emptied the dishwasher, following up this amazing feat with washing and reloading the dingy dishes what were resting in the sink.

I am shell shocked.

(However, I think he's trying to earn some extra cash- little does he know, I'm only handing out extra heart stickers in my 'LOVE YOU Book'.)

I might have to open the car door into the rest of my family. The basement might get finished.

Kate's Way to Word

So, I'm not exactly what happened, but some how, some way...
Jack "ripped one" in Luke's face.

I don't know.

I am not proud.

I am frightfully embarrassed to be writing this,

but what Katey said to me afterwards,

makes sharing this tale worth while.

Kate: Mom, don't be mad. Jack said it was an assident.
Classic.

Luke Spookum

His nickname is Spook.

This was his first Halloween~ after trick or treating...

I keep this picture accessible- It gives me the giggles.

Here's to ya'll finding something that makes you giggle today!

Saying It Simply Boutique

If you would like to recieve an invite and directions,

email us @ sayingitsimply@yahoo.com.

Natalie- Oh you just HAVE to adore Natalie.

She writes beautifully.

She is profoundly talented as a jewelry artist.

(Oh Nat! I will share what you sent to us for our trade this week!

Forgive my forgetfulness, PLEASE!!!!!)

AND she has some super, spectacular GiVeaWaYs!

For Instance, she is giving this away:

"Kaboost" your young to great heights at the table! Your chair legs fit snuggly in and the Littles get to be a big kid w/out a booster or highchair!

Click on this pic to enter~

It ends on Sunday.... The 19th.

Better Be Quick! The clock is ticking down on this...

Who doesn't want a new bag?

Duh!

You must help celebrate the launch of Hand Bag Planet and enter to win a bag of your own...

Feelin' lucky?

I am.

I want this for NYC.

Thanks, Jess!

Condolences via email

So, we tossed around the idea, when I was waiting to give my prize winning informer a return call, that maybe they were calling to tell me that I DIDN'T win nuttin'.

Giggles follow the silly idea and we come to terms that I either will be receiving a $20 gift cert to The Training Table or I'm off to visit Dave in NYC....

They wouldn't let you know You DIDN'T win...

Oh yeah?

Wil just opened his email and was shocked to see this:

Yep. That's me he was just told about.

I won! I won! I won!

Training Table, Anyone?

Didn't feel like cooking a meal last night, so I suggested we hit up an eating establishment.

Kate wanted Chili's.

Luke promoted the deliciousness of DQ

Jack was salivating for Red Robin.

Wil and I contemplated Olive Garden...

We drove past all suggestions and ended up in the parking lot at Training Table.

(Haven't been in over a year.)

Oh yeah, an order of cheese fries and the ULTIMATE dipping sauce.

Played rousing rounds of 20Q.

Had us some Thumb Wars~ Wil reigns supreme.

Realistically, a great nite out with my fam.

When we returned to the Hideout, (aka our home), noticed a message on the machine. An employee for a local news station had left a message for MOI, regarding my entry in a GiVeaWaY they were co-sponsoring with....

dun, dun, dunnnnnnn...

THE TRAINING TABLE.

(Oh yeah. Destiny? Fate?)

Found out this morning, That little ol' me and my Wil, are headed to

New York to see Letterman!!!!

Holy *$%^!!!!

I am reeling!!!

I have the luck of the Irish~ And I am not Irish.

I'll tell Dave, "Hi" for you.

AND... I think I recently heard that

My Ty

(Hello, Ty.)

has an apartment in NYC.

I think I'll go sit on his stoop.

I Really Damaged Her Today

Picture it, 9 a.m. and Katey and I are

desperately trying to get ready for preschool in 15 mins.

She's Dressed.

She's brushed her teeth.

I combed her hair.

Ran to Kourt's car with a baggie of cereal and a cup of juice.

In the midst of our chaos, I grabbed an "E" word show and tell.

When she returns from E-day, I inquire about preschool:

Kate (scowling)-It was fine. Except show and tell.

Me- What was wrong with what you took? Didn't it start with the letter of the day?

Kate~eyebrows drawn together - Yes. But all of the other kids took toys.

Pondering her look, I picture Show and Tell......

kid #1-This is my Elephant.

kid #2-This is my Elephant.

kid #3-This is my Elephant.

kid #4-This is my Elephant.

Kate's Cousin #5- These are my Elmo Books.

Prepare yourselves.

Kate #6-This is my Egg Slicer.

kid #7-This is my Elephant.
kid #8-This is my Elephant.
kid #9-This is my Elephant.
kid #10-This is my Elephant.

Kate back to me (with a sigh)-It wasn't a toy. Nobody knew what it was.
Me- Well, don't we like to cook.

Kate- I guess so. But it wasn't a toy.

We have show and tell for Tuesday ready to go.

I hope she forgets the mortification she is portraying at the age of 3.

REALLY gross!!!

Have you ever thought about what you are putting in your hair?

I was wandering the favorites on http://www.snopes.com/

for some amusement and came across this from Nov. 2007:

Sorry if you've seen it before..... Sorry if you're seeing it again!

http://www.snopes.com/medical/toxins/hairband.asp

Don't believe me, check it out for yourself.

I'll never say "RUBBER BAND" the same way.

xxoo, kris!

Really Fun

Took my kids to a quaint Pumpkin Patch last year. Can't take credit for this idea, Kourtney is the brains behind all of my kids adventures. Thank Heaven for Aunt Kookie!

Realistically, had to buy our pumps, but after a morning of running around, how could we say NO?

Everything else was FREE!!!

(that is my fav 4 letter word)

Realistically, I feared lice for a moment here.

Realistically, RIP~ Relentless. Impatient. Persistent.

Realistically, Jack could see over. He's a cheater.

I'm sure we'll be heading out there soon. Anyone feel like driving ALL THE WAY UP here and spend a morning with us? We could bombard Mickey D's after for a late breakfast/early lunch...

Tempting, isn't it?

I am a Villian

Had myself a dream where I had power.

(I freakin' love the show Heroes. Just a little Kris tidbit)

I could manipulate glass. Odd. I've never thought of changing glass into various forms before. This could have resulted in recently breaking a favorite vase.

But I did not work along side the good guys.

I was a Villian.

However, reality even strikes me in the dream world.

I wasn't a main character.

I was a stooge ~ A lacky ~ A sidekick.

I only performed bit parts.

I think I was filler in my very own subconscience.

What could this mean?

Realistic Confirmations in the Affirmative

I decided Saturday night I say "NO" too often. I decided I would attempt to answer in the affirmative all day Sunday while speaking with my family.

I had to get creative.

Kate: Mom is ok to eat boogers?
Me: Sure Katey. But you have to eat everyone's.

Luke: Mom can I get a new video game?
Me: Of course. But you must trade in 4 other games.

Jack: Mom, will you make muffins for breakfast.
Me: Why not?!?! But you have to help and do the dishes.

Wil: Honey....?
Me: Giddyup. But later, OK?

I love the word "BUT." It helped me survive my Affirmative Sunday. Surprisingly, the fam was super happy. I actually felt like my day sailed.

My Black Magic

Thank you, Dollar Store.

Red Roses, Red Tulips, Some Fall Foliage, White Lilies and small twisted accent twigs ~ All spray painted black.

That's how I made My Black Magic.

Before I painted, Joel thought it should be hanging above a geriatric mantle.

I borrowed the Trick or Treat sign from SIS.

Still need to find an appropriate ribbon, but I think Martha might be calling with an offer soon.

Bootatoes

Feel like spooking up dinner?

Any extra time just lying around?

My super BFF Martha does. She invited me over for dinner and since she knows me so well, knew I'd scoff at sweet potatoes, but I couldn't balk at PUMPKIN shaped Sweet potatoes.

We've moved past the "Open your Hanger, the airplane is coming in for landing" I caught on to that bit just over two months ago. Now, desperately wanting me to get the nutrition I need, she invites me to din din donned with food people, shapes and frivolous fun.

Here's to any new food shapes you can come up with.

(Really?!?!? Mashed Bootatoes? For the Love! I'll probably try it.)

I can milk an injury

The pain: it subsides. The housework: it grows. The hubby: neglected. The kids: inquire if I am medicated. The Blog: it suffers.

I am almost back to normal. Well, almost. I can milk an injury, but I sure get sick of it when it's REALLY real. I have had it with the dental junk.

Tomorrow:
I am decorating. Bring on the witchey-ness of Halloween. I am feeling the spells within me.

I am filling orders. ~ oh, did I share the fabulous info that we made our very first Etsy sale within 12 hours of the launch? Fabulous.

I am commenting on my favorite blogs. I will try to get to all of you, but there are MANY Faves.

I am sewing. Got the shopping bug as the dental bills grew. Bought new bedding and some fabric. Curtains and pillows will be finished if I h it.ave anything to say about it.

*By the way, my BFF Martha must have known that I am in the pillow making

process, because she just emailed me with this idea. I think I'll try a fancy pillow.

I am weeding. Not sure which kind yet. Could be the yard, could be junk, could be vinyl. I'll let you know.

This is WAY above my lowered bar, but I have definitely fallen behind.
What are you doing on Friday? Please tell me it's more fun than my to do list.
AND are you dressing up for Halloween? I am.

Hey, has anyone been to Gardner Village recently? Just want to know if there is anything new and fun to see.

Better enter and quick.

It's only going on until the 6th. And prize is a SuRPRiSe. Isn't that fun?!?!?

Amy is tres chic. Tres fab. Go enter where she dabbles in

"A Little of This and A Little of That"

A TRUE friend.

A true friend will look at your hair and ask,
"Why did you do this?"



She will plainly state,
"You are a blond. Your natural blond looks like dirty dishwater, but regardless, you are a blond."



Then she notices the cut. She will say,
"Whoever cut your hair didn't know a thing about layering. It looks terrible."



When you say you wanted to simplify your life by making your hair an easier task, she will inform you,
"You want your hair to look good, don't you? You need to style it and use products. Otherwise, grow it out, put in braids and go along with your new granola-self."



If you are as lucky as I am, this TRUE friend will be a hair dresser. She will take you into her home salon (Which was Tres Chic) and spend her Sunday afternoon weaving, trimming, styling and shooting the bull.



I have this friend. Her name is April.

She lives in St. George.
She does hair on Tuesday and Thursday.
If you need someone to tell it to you straight, she's your girl.
Isn't she gorgeous?!?!?!?

What the?

Had me another root canal yesterday. I think I'm going to die. I am living in own little personal dental hell. Oh the pain!

Can't sleep. Can't eat. Can't talk. Can't yawn. Can't yell. So, I have begun to sew throw pillows. That's my kind of therapy.

Does anyone want 3 extra kids today?

They are very bored with their sick mom. They know how to unload the dishwasher.

They mind their manners.

Jack likes to cook. (Toast, anyone?)

Luke enjoys telling you that you look pretty (even when you KNOW you don't).

Katey loves to paint your toenails. (You'll never feel prettier)

Email me with inquiries. Sincerely, Canal Kris