Dream

I had a rather strange dream last night. Now, I wish I could say that it was something hot and involved naked people and oils and tropical settings.
No-
So in the dream, I'm shopping at a gourmet grocery store and I am so happy because I'm not worried about spending too much money on anything. I'm pretty happy and shopping. Then I notice this sort of trashy looking guy in near one of the displays and then I realize that he is in his underwear. Then-I realize that it is Floyd Landis. Yeah, Floyd Landis, Tour de France....something or another, in his tidee-whitees wandering in a gourmet grocery store. (and can I just say-he was not looking very fresh.) So, at first I try to ignore him and then I feel compelled to go over to him and point out that he is grocery shopping in his underpants. He (of course) doesn't take this news very well and insists that he is properly dressed and we begin a rather short discussion about his attire. He admits his error and leaves the store a bit chagrined and I go back to my shopping.
My concern is
WHY am I dreaming about Floyd Landis in his underpants?
I mean, dreams are supposed to reveal the innermost workings of one's subconscious, right? I guess I'm working on underpants and gourmet grocery stores.....

paRENTs

Whew!
My parents just left after a long visit. I know, I always break my 5-day visit limit. It is a hard one to set when they are 75 years-young and live on the other side of the country. Love to have them around, but well-anywhoooo! I'm trying to be a more positive person. No-really, I am going to be more positive.
So, I won't blog today about my study on people (ah-hem I mean people in Marin Co.) that drive hybrids and Priuses. Nope, today I am going to be positive
I hope you all got to catch the woman on Ebay who was selling the Pokemon cards. She has an awesome blog called "Because I Said So" it is here on blogger. I aspire to be as huge as she is.
Anyone catching "Yo Gabba-Gabba?" My kids absolutely LOVE it. It is like Mr Rodgers on ecstasy at a rave. It is pretty hip. "Think happy thoughts--happy thoughts--" catchy songs like that....
Anyway-positive...yeah. OK I am struggling because as you know, one of my favorite things is to complain and be bitter and point out crazy-stupid stuff, so basically I had better log out and post tomorrow when I am more like myself and cranky.
The climb is starting to get the best of me. I'm digging deep into my reserves so I don't get shelled out the back.

Lost

I think I lost my sense of humor last week.
That, or as with most things that I do, I start strong and then sort of fizzle....

Anyway-
We hit the BADM again and this time I remembered my camera.

Cowboy

Pirate

I was so happy to see Shaggy there again. He was sitting in front of the Tot Spot practicing his electric bass. Nope, it wasn't plugged in. Yes, he was playing strong. He did look up when my youngest attempted an escape from the Tot Spot to chase a bird. Didn't stop the 1 year old doing the 100-yard dash without an adult, but he did look up.

I'm trying to open my self up to Marin Co. OK, honestly-I'm not. I take a shot at Marin every chance I get. Not an "Ultimate Fighting"- shot,more like an Us Magazine talking about Paula Abdul's meltdown-shot.
I take back all the bad stuff that I said about where we used to live. I now realize that we had it pretty good. I'll take a Yolo pamphlet-head over a Marin big money-little brains any day. At least the Yolos take the time to read the pamphlet, discuss it in line at the Nugget and Coop, and then lecture you about it at the swimming pool. Marins just look at you blankly, puff up their surgically enhanced chests , smile and gesture like Vanna White at their new SUV. (I'll talk about all the hybrids later)

Yeah,I do talk a lot about surgery, and I probably shouldn't talk. Comon, I would probably get a boob-job and a tummy tuck in a hot second if I were offered it. (I won't go into what my husband said the other day, now.)

Discovery

We went to visit the Bay Area Discovery Museum on Friday. I discovered a LOT of things while we were there.
The boys had an awesome time. Yeah, I forgot my camera so no photos. I did remember food, water and extra diapers, but the boys weren't thirsty, hungry, and no one did any eliminations-so, there you have it. I brought everything that I didn't need.
Anyway-
The museum is totally cool. Lots of fun stuff for little kids to play and explore. I only lost the kids a few times and never had to get security to help me find them.
Although-
I'm not sure that security would have been all that helpful. I mean, I think that to work at the Discover Museum, you have to be a card-carrying member of NORML. The guy working in the Arts and Crafts center looked like Shaggy from Scooby Doo, but more discheveled. And then when my oldest kept getting the ropes to the pulley tangled the guy would come over and try to untangle them and would just kind of giggle and say, "Dude-you really got them all tangled this time." And then my 4-year-old would untangle them himself (and let me just say that he was a super nice guy and was really sweet to all of the kids so I probably shouldn't be cracking on him.)
So, I'm walking around and noticing that there are a LOT of young mothers with their multiple children walking around. I was like, "Dang, she has got such a flat tummy for having had 3 kids--and she looks SO young." Then I was noticing that there were a bunch of women of color who had really light babies. And I was like, "Dang-her kids are light." Then I realized. These women aren't the mommies, they are Mommy's helper, au pairs, nannys, and the house keeper-duh. So then I am starting to catch on....
And then...
Oh yeah-Boobs!
I see this one woman with the biggest ones I have ever seen. She was skinny like Paris Hilton with like DD's. I mean, MAYBE she was nursing--but what about her 3 friends who weren't as skinny as her, but were very well, you know. And like, when they smiled, their foreheads didn't move.
I swear, Marin county is just the poor man's version of LA. I mean, Marin County might think it is San Francisco, but it ain't.

Fresh

The bro deal: hugs-hugs-and more hugs!!

Looking fresh with the 'fro blown out, matching hair band, beaded necklace and polo. First day at the new pre-school.

Attraction

No one ever told me about this little tidbit of being a mom. I'm not complaining, just making a simple observation. I mean, if I were a scientist, I wouldn't be accused of complaining. No one ever says that scientists are complaining or anything-NO! They are just being "brilliant" or whatever.
Anyway-What is it the strange force that creates the condition that no matter what time of day or where I am in the house or how many children and animals are in the house at that time the animals and children are usually in extremely close proximity to me. I believe that there is some sort in correlation between my desire to be alone and the proximity that the children and animals have to me, but I haven't really been able to do any good testing on this. I've noticed that this phenomenon does not work for my husband.
Take this Sunday for example. All I wanted was to watch the last stage of the Tour De France, finish my coffee, and read my book. My husband sits on sofa surrounded by the morning paper (Chronicle and NY Times) reading and glancing up at the TV. I have one child asking for "Uppies, Momma-uppies!" and the other sitting on my lap trying to drink my now cold coffee as the dog sits at my feet, No ON my foot snoring. I look at my husband and ask if anything about this scene seems strange to him. He asks, "What do you mean?"
Is this like, why they call it a "nuclear" family? Is this like the force of attraction that a electron has to an unbalanced molecule? Is this what makes H2O, instead of H sitting alone calmly sipping her coffee, watching the Tour?
Someone wants to "Dee down, Momma! Dee down!"
I'm back to the team car for food and drinks for the team captain.

Coffee

OK, so this morning starts out with me making my morning coffee, right? Sounds simple. Well, I'm standing there carefully adding 4 scoops (OK, 5 scoops) of ground coffee to my coffee cup, then I add the stevia (yeah, sugar-whatever) and I stir. Meanwhile, the coffee maker is sitting there on the counter screaming to me, "Hey dummy, the coffee grounds go here!!" Then as I start to raise my cup, I realize that I have made a terrible mistake. I mean, not a G dub-uah invading Iraq, mistake, but a mistake none the less.
I've lost time. The peloton is gaining.