I Rock!

Well, the cake was a total success, as were the bib and tablecloth. Everybody looks great in the pictures, so my life is good. And to top it off, to celebrate being a year post surgery (go Ceasarean) I'm getting a massage today. My husband is a bit grumpy from building the play set (which came out fabulous!) and I offered him my massage, but he's a super trouper, so I'm getting it... in fact, I have to go! :)

I just baked a carrot cake!

Why? You ask? Because it's my son's first birthday tomorrow, and I am insane. My house is a mess, and I have never baked a carrot cake in my life, nor do I like carrot cake, and I've never used my Cuisenart before! So why use a complicated device to cook a complicated recipe (of course I hate myself enough to use the Alton Brown recipe) that I don't think I even like? Again, I AM INSANE! Really! Not only did I bake the cake today, I'm making the frosting tomorrow, I sewed the table cloth yesterday, as well as making a matching bib (with fringe!), and I still have to take all the crap strewn about my house to the Goodwill! At least I didn't try to hire ponies.

And it's going to rain, and the plan is for an outdoor party, which means I have to rearrange the front porch furniture so we can fit, because this party ain't comin' inside! Because the table cloth only fits the "conference" table, and I have no room for that table with my kitchen and dining room tables! That's it. Stick a fork in me, I'm done!

My House is a Mess!

What is it about having family visit that makes your house incredibly messy? I mean HUGELY messy. I really want to cry. I love my father, but he's a slob. He thinks we have a live in maid or something, because he does not put his crap away. I think I will have to take some items to Goodwill tomorrow, just so there is less crap in my house. Seriously. Anybody want some crap? Slightly used. Terribly dusty... but free? I might be going insane, because I am pretty sure that my stuff has started to breed. I have two pianos! Who has two pianos? We don't even play piano!!!!!!! What the heck?!?!?! And did I mention the trains? My mother in law (bless her crazy soul) decided that my son needed a train set... my son who isn't yet one, and could care less about trains... so while in Alaska she bought us a train set that is big enough for him to ride. Where the hell is that supposed to go? We thought of digging a Koi pond for it to encircle since it is an indoor/outdoor set... oh and did I mention that she didn't order us enough track for the train to even sit on? I am not kidding. So, we've decided to send the set back TO ALASKA! and my crazy husband felt bad for his mom, so he ordered a small set in its place. We didn't even want trains to begin with! Why? That's all I want to know. Why?

On a funny note, we were watching "So You Think You Can Dance" and my son was shaking his booty to "Disco Inferno" and "What a Feelin'". Major cute points. That's all...

Basement Surprise

So I started this blog yesterday, and already I want to post again! This is a total drug! And I succumbed to peer pressure! Wait a minute, does this thing do spell check? We're gonna be in trouble soon. And I'll look dumb, and you'll laugh... Ah well. Okay, so what story do I want to tell? I have no idea! Something big happened yesterday...

This is how it all took place:

My dad is helping us build fences at the back of the yard so my almost one year old doesn't fall to his death. Especially as we will begin building him a playset tomorrow afternoon... but that's distracting us from the matter at hand. So, we live on a big rock basically, and to sink fence posts into the ground, one has to dig. And dig. And dig. And when I say dig, I really mean move this rock, then another, then another. Well, my dad and our helper friend found a rock they simply could not move, nor could the fence be diverted, so the answer was to cement the fence post to the rock! Well, anybody who has ever watched one of those home shows knows that cement takes water to make. Simple enough really, just add water, mix, and pour. It's like those Jiffy mixes when you want corn bread! Anyway, my dad turns the faucet, and no water comes out. So my husband says "it must be off inside the house!" and rushes to turn it on. Well, he couldn't move the handle wheel, so my dad gets a pair of pliars and suddenly we hear rushing water. Success we think! So outside my dad and husband go, but still no water there! Where could it be? Quick as lightning, my husband rushes in only to find our storage room filling with water. "Turn it off!" he yells at me (like this is some how my fault?). And when we enter the room, I thought my husband was going to cry (or punch something). Boxes and posters were drenched. He left to retrieve a wet-vac from his parents house while my parents and I began the work of drying things off as fast as we could. Luckily, the only items that are truely ruined, are the items that are replaceable, or simply not that important. But my husband does not wish to see the bright side just yet.

And that's the story of the Great Flood of Ott-Six.

Introductions First

Okay, so I am 30 years old, a complete clutz, and not afraid to share it with the world... My mom's a clutz, my grandmother was a clutz, and thankfully my brother married a fellow clutz so the tradition will continue with my neice. Examples you say?
Age two: slid down slide head first like a seal, received three stitches.
Age two: tried to open twist off bottle with my teeth, only to push my top teeth back into my head (not sure if this counts as clutzy, or obstinate)(cute toothless grin till age seven, but ruined my future as a child model)
Age two: got bottom lip frozen to outside railing (are you beginning to ask where my parents were? Watching in horror.)
Age three was relatively safe
Age four: jumped through what would become the bathroom skylight (parents: don't leave big brothers in charge of little sisters on the roof) and hit my head on the toilet

I could go on and on, but I'd better save stuff for another posting yes? I think it's safe to say that silly things happen to me, and I let them. Most recently you ask?

Two weeks ago, as I was putting my not quite one year old son into the car, I tripped on the step in the garage, pinning both my son and I against the car door, as my feet were still up on the step behind me. My knee still hurts... Then, a few days ago I was flying to Michigan for a wedding, and when I sat down on the floor (very busy airport) I felt something cold on my leg! Turns out I had been walking around for gawd knows how long with my cheeks showing! And I thought people smiled at me because I was a nice looker! Then two days ago, I woke up with pink eye... not sure how this is caused by being a clutz, but there are days when I say "Only me!".

I'm sure there will be more... I am me afterall, and I do have a child who poops a lot, so chances are good there'll be a poop story soon enough.