Archive | March, 2009

>A Little Talk…

19 Mar

>Okay, first of all, if you’re reading this through a feed like Google Reader, you have to come to my actual blog and see my new, cute header I made whilst tutoring this afternoon!

Secondly, we dropped nearly $700 on registering our cars in Louisiana today. This state sucks. Fortunately, I had the nicest DMV worker ever helping me today, which made the whole experience slightly less painful. Also, it’s only $20 to renew your tags, and you only have to do that every other year. So I guess it could suck worse.

While we were at the DMV, in an attempt to distract Clark, I let him hold our ticket and convinced him it was a valuable treasure that he could keep forever. And it worked. Well, right before it was our turn, he had to go to the bathroom, but the only available restroom was the men’s room, so I couldn’t go in with him. When I checked on him, I saw a soaking wet ticket, wet hands, and a look of despair on his face–that’s right, the ticket had fallen in the toilet and I had done SUCH a good job of convincing my child that it was valuable that even he, Mr. OCD, reached in the toilet and grabbed the ticket.

Finally, Clark and I had quite the conversation last night when we stopped at Wendy’s dollar menu after running some errands.

Kate: I don’t think we’re ever going to get our food. They probably hate us.
Clark: Mom, what did you just say?
Kate: What do you mean?
Clark: Mom, did you say a bad word?
Kate: No.
Clark: You did. You said [whispering] “hate.”
Kate: Oh, I guess I did. I’m sorry.
Clark: Mom, when we get home, we’re going to have a little talk about saying bad words.
Kate: Oh, we are?
Clark: Okay, we’re going to have a little talk right now about saying bad words. Mom, we don’t say bad words. We don’t say “stupid” or “hate” or–
Sam: [Interjecting laughter]
Clark: Excuse me, Dad, I’m having a little talk with mom about bad words. Mom, we don’t say “stupid” or “hate” or the bad “Oh, my gosh.” We say “I love you” and “thank you” and “holy moley” and “you look very cute today.” Mom, are you sorry for saying bad words?
Kate: I am.

I wasn’t really.


>Him? Really?

18 Mar

>Last night, I had a very long, vivid , although (thankfully) not too graphic dream; it was definitely in the PG/PG-13 range of explicitness and believe me, especially now that I’ve been awake for a few hours, I’m glad I didn’t see any more than I did.

Anyway, what was my dream? I was having a long, torrid, involved love affair with…Ted Danson. Thankfully, while in my dream he was as old as Ted Danson currently is right now, he looked more like Ted Danson from Cheers:

than this Ted Danson:

In my dream, I do remember asking him if he found it weird that I was a baby when Cheers began and he paused for a moment and then we re-commenced our passionate making out. I also remember thinking that it was a lot like when Paris was dating Professor Fleming on Gilmore Girls and how disturbing I always found that storyline and wondering why it wasn’t bothering me as I made out with this 62-year-old man.

>Picture Overload!

17 Mar


I’m realizing that I don’t post nearly enough pictures here, especially of the kids. Okay, ONLY of the kids because there’s not a whole lot else to take pictures of here!! So for all of you who live so far away, here you go! 🙂

Meredith got into the flour last night…

This morning, she was just cute…

Here’s my little hammy Leprechaun…

Strategically placed purse…Meredith loves these little guys, some of which stand up better than others. She’ll line them up and if they stand up, she keeps them, but if they don’t stand up, she’ll drop them over the edge. Survival of the fittest, I guess!
In other news, life here is about as boring as it gets. I have a cold, which makes this like the fourth time I’ve been sick in the last year. Up until last year, I hadn’t been sick since I got my tonsils out in 2003. Boo. We’ve been looking at plane tickets to Seattle in May and are toying with the idea of coming to Utah as well…we shall see…any trips have to take place before June 12 because after that, we have to buy Meredith a ticket.

Not much else! Really. The weather’s nice, the bugs are (relatively, for Louisiana) dead. I anticipate another trip to the DMV shortly, so you can probably expect a juicy story in another couple of days!

>One of THOSE Moms

7 Mar

>Yes, it’s officially happened. You know how before you have kids, you see things people are doing with their kids and you tsk-tsked and thought, “I will never do that.”

Yeah, I ate my words yesterday.

I’ve determined that the DMV is the great equalizer; everyone has to go, so you always seem to have a very interesting mix of people there. I would dare say that being in Louisiana makes that mix even more interesting.

Recently, we had a massive pollen dump over our lovely area–like literally, our cars are yellow. My kids, especially Meredith, have not tolerated it well and there is a never-ending flow of nasal secretions at our house. So one would think, “SURELY Kate would have enough foresight to carry a box of tissues with her at all times.” Those of you who think that greatly misunderstand my ability to plan ahead for emergency trips to the DMV.

Anyway, yesterday morning was a gorgeous (albeit pollen-y) day. Sam was going to go to his morning meeting and then head to the DMV to register our Nissan in Louisiana, I was going to take a leisurely trip to Target after I dropped off Clark from school. As I was pulling into the Target parking lot, Sam called and told me he couln’t register the car until he had a Louisiana driver’s license and he couldn’t do that without his birth certificate. So his first round of waiting was all for naught and he was heading home for his certificate. I found new Sunday shoes for Meredith and the cutest little white sundress in the world (for her…not me…) for $11.99 and am heading home when Sam called again, telling me that because I’m the title holder on the Nissan, I have to be there, too. However, I also needed my birth certificate so I could get a Louisiana license so I could register the Nissan. This presented something of a problem because we determined last Friday, when Clark had to go get his 4-year immunizations, we couldn’t find the immunization records or birth certificates of myself and the children. We knew they were together, we just didn’t know where.

So Sam and I spent a LOVELY 45 minutes together ripping apart the office, trying to figure out where the birth certificates could be. It was a little tense and most likely my fault. Then he remembered that he had a box of stuff on his computer and it might be in there. DING DING DING! There they were. Out the door and back to the DMV, only to arrive JUST in time to leave again and pick up Clark from preschool. Sam took Meredith and I waited. While I waited, I listened to the following conversation:

Man 1: I hate the DMV.

Man 2: Yeah, me, too. I just got out of prison, so I have to renew all this stuff before it expires.

Man 1: Oh, yeah? I got out in 2005.

Man 2: Yeah, I just got out last month. What were you in for?

Man 1: Assault and battery. You?

Man 2: Attempted murder.

They then shared some very nice prison stories. I hope I never go there.

Sam returned with Clark and Meredith. Clark was not pleased and asked every 5 seconds if we could go home. Literally. “Can we go home? Can we go home? Can we go home?” Meredith, who was wearing one too-small black patent leather Sunday shoe (which I had brought as a size comparison on our shoe-shopping trip) and one white sandal that was a little too big, wanted to go through the door where they actually help you at the DMV. She was not pleased that this was not an option. We decided in order to placate the children, we would buy a bottle of Sprite from the pop machine and have them share it. Things I’d never do? 1) Let my kids wear 2 different shoes. 2) Let my kids drink soda. 3) Let my kids share drinks.

Meredith’s nose was now leaking an unbelievable amount of snot. I realized I had no tissues and that this was becoming a rather disgusting situation with the pop-sharing, so what did I do? I wiped her nose on her dress. I can’t even believe I just wrote that. Other things I would never do? 4) Let my kids have runny noses. 5) Let snot be wiped onto clothing.

Our number was finally called, I got my new license. The picture is just lovely; my eyes are half-closed, which gives my picture a nice Earl Hickey effect. Turns out we didn’t actually have the title, my dad, who originally bought the car, is currently in Alabama visiting my sister but not visiting me (and I doubt he has it or knows where it is, anyway), and so we still were not able to register the frakking car. We have to request a copy of the title from the State of Utah, and all we have to do is fill out a little form, but the little form is quite confusing and, naturally, the phone menu at the Utah DMV is completely automated with NO option of asking an actual human being a question. So we sent off the duplicate title request with a check for $6 and are hoping they can figure it out. Because there also wasn’t a place for your phone number where they could call you if, say, you filled out the form wrong.

As I was telling this tale to a member of our Bishopbric last night (who is also not from here), I was laughing that everyone else in the DMV must’ve been horrified by my mothering skills and he said, “Oh, no, I’m betting that you just fit right in!” Which is probably right…

>More on Clark

4 Mar

>I swear, I could start the kid his own blog!

Anyway, yesterday when he woke up, he was telling me about the “movie” he was watching while he was asleep. I told him it was a dream, but he told me he knew what a dream was and that this was not a dream, it was a movie. All day long, he asked if he could watch it again and I told him he could try again when he went to sleep.

So he woke up this morning and told me that the movie didn’t go to his brain and now it’s gone forever. A little sad and funny at the same time!

Also, apparently he is funny at school as well as at home. His teacher always comments on the funny things he says. Anyway, when I picked him up today, she was the one who signed him out of school and she told me that a doctor had come and talked to their class today. The doctor was looking in his ears and he told her to be careful because there was a small tiger in there.