Sunday, April 15, 2007

Change of Scenery

We're attempting to get our house ready for the market in the next four weeks and right now are at the point usually described as "it always looks worse before it looks better". While I love our home, we have simply grown beyond its capacity. Five beings in a two-bedroom abode is not an ideal living arrangement so we are looking for bigger and better...and unfortunately with that comes more expensive. This is our hefty "To-Do" list in the next four weeks:

  • - upgrade electric service and install new breaker box (scheduled for May 3rd)
  • - new roof on the carport
  • - paint the bathroom (which I steamed the wallpaper off of on Thursday for 6 1/2 hours)
  • - new floor trim in bathroom
  • - new floor in kitchen
  • - new floor trim in kitchen
  • - paint one kitchen cupboard
  • - paint kitchen counter shelf
  • - replace kitchen faucet
  • - repaint floor trim in kitchen
  • - empty and clean basement which includes packing crap
  • - paint basement
  • - clean garage
  • - scrape two windows (that Jeff painted the trim on two years ago and never scrapped)
  • - remove pond from backyard and replace with something inexpensive
  • - replace door on girls bedroom (buy, drill, stain, seal and hang)
  • - fix or replace lighting on front walkway
  • - general yard clean-up and mulch replacement
  • - random touch-up painting throughout house
  • - CLEAN, CLEAN, CLEAN, CLEAN, CLEAN!!!

The good news is that it looks as if we can do all of these things for under $2000, the bad news is it will be a lot of work. Since I am overwhelmed to say the least, I thought I would make a change in my life that was fun and easy...so here's introducing my new blog skin inspired by the many thoughts swimming around in my head. I hope you like it.

P.S. As I was typing this post, I broke a nail. Fu**!

Friday, April 13, 2007

Heavens to Betsy

I work with a superb woman, affectionately known as Grammy Pammy. She isn’t a Grandma by any means and could easily pass for mid-late 30’s rather than her mid-late 40’s. She is a brilliantly hip professional, divorced and remarried mother of two who takes trips to Vegas with her girlfriends and wears sparkly paisley tops while drinking Jamaican rum on the deck of a cruise ship with her hubby. Lunch table conversations are peppered with her tales of growing up on a farm with two sisters and two brothers and drunken escapes in her 20’s (and 30’s…and 40’s). When she gets flustered or starts to bitch about something, or someone, her voice gets high-pitched and her words drag on… “I-I-I-I-I-I-I don’t know what he was thinking.”

So what earns her this matronly nickname? I have kept a Post-It note on my monitor for the past week keeping track of the hilarious phrases that Grammy regularly colors her speech with. These are just a few of the things I had noted as of this morning:

“Heavens to Murgatroid”
“Those damn pot-lickers”
“Dog-on-it”
“Yow-zer”
“Eye-Corumba”
“Well if he’s not a monkey’s uncle”
“Don’t have a conniption”
“You parked all kitty-wompass today”


I adore Pam, to say the least.

We have a game night planned this weekend and I can't wait to hear what comes out of her mouth.

Monday, April 09, 2007

Derby Prom, 2007


Everyone should have the opportunity to relive their prom and take some pictures like these...

Mr. and Mrs. Tot, sporting matching mohawks



Amanda, Bombadee and TaterTot



Toni and Tot


That's Mr. Tot in the background and one of our several buckets of beer in the foreground. Yeah, Tot enjoyed herself a bit more than she usually does.

Friday, April 06, 2007

Dear God...

The Color Purple has long been known as my favorite movie. Without fail I cry every single time it graces the screen, and I'm not someone who is known for crying very often (I'm made of stone...remember). The story moves me in a way very few ever have. It’s about strength, heartache, survival, faith, the human spirit but most notably it’s a story of love. Love between sisters, love between friends, but most importantly the love you have for yourself. I once had a friend who had never seen it and I was so excited to share it with her…and she simply didn’t get it and my heart was broken. (No, we’re not friends anymore) Who wouldn’t be mesmerized by lines like these:

Shug: Yeah, Celie. Everything wanna be loved. Us sing and dance, and holla just wanting to be loved. Look at them trees. Notice how the trees do everything people do to get attention... except walk?

Celie: The jail you plan for me is the one you're gonna rot in.

Sophia: All my life I had to fight. I had to fight my daddy. I had to fight my uncles. I had to fight my brothers. A girl child ain't safe in a family of men, but I ain't never thought I'd have to fight in my own house!

Shug:
See Daddy, sinners have souls too.

Celie:
I'm poor, black, I may even be ugly, but dear God I'm here, I'm here!

While I have seen the movie well over a hundred times, I only recently bought the novel and have been reading it slowly chapter by chapter, savoring each word not wanting to reach the end. The musical opens in Chicago on April 19th and I will be taking Sister Stephanie for her 23rd birthday in May. In anticipation I recently downloaded the soundtrack on my iPod and have been amazed with what I've heard.

I recently had a talk with some of my girlfriends and found it difficult to articulate my faith and explain my self-esteem. These songs help to say it for me, The Color Purple and I’m Here:

The Color Purple

CELIE: God forgot about me!
SHUG: God takin' his time getting around to you, I admit, but look at all he give us. Laughin', and singin', and sex. Sky over our heads, birds singin' to us. I think it piss God off if anybody even walk past the color purple in a field and not notice it. He say, "look what I made for you."
CELIE: God just another man, far as I'm concerned, he triflin' and lowdown . . .
SHUG: No, Celie. God not some gloomy old man like the pictures you've seen of him.God not a man at all.
GOD IS INSIDE YOU AND EVERYONE ELSE

THAT WAS OR EVER WILL BE.
WE COME INTO THIS WORLD WITH GOD.
BUT ONLY THEM WHO LOOK INSIDE FIND IT.
GOD IS THE FLOWERS AND EVERYTHING ELSE
THAT WAS OR EVER WILL BE.
AND WHEN YOU FEEL THE TRUTH SO REAL,
AND WHEN YOU LOVE THE WAY YOU FEEL, YOU'VE FOUND IT
JUST AS SURE AS MOONLIGHT BLESS THE NIGHT.
LIKE A BLADE OF CORN,
LIKE A HONEYBEE,
LIKE A WATERFALL,
ALL A PART OF ME.
LIKE THE COLOR PURPLE,
WHERE DO IT COME FROM?
OPEN UP YOUR EYES,
LOOK WHAT GOD HAS DONE.
CELIE
DEAR GOD, DEAR STARS, DEAR TREES, DEAR SKY,

DEAR PEOPLES, DEAR EVERYTHING, DEAR GOD,
GOD IS INSIDE ME AND EVERYONE ELSE
THAT WAS OR EVER WILL BE.
I CAME INTO THIS WORLD WITH GOD
AND WHEN I FINALLY LOOKED INSIDE, I FOUND IT,
JUST AS CLOSE AS MY BREATH IS TO ME.

I’m Here

CELIE:
I'M GONNA SING OUT . . .SING OUT.

I BELIEVE I HAVE INSIDE OF ME
EVERYTHING THAT I NEED TO LIVE A BOUNTIFUL LIFE.
WITH ALL THE LOVE ALIVE IN ME
I'LL STAND AS TALL AS THE TALLEST TREE.
AND I'M
THANKFUL FOR EVERYDAY THAT I'M GIVEN,
BOTH THE EASY AND HARD ONES I'M LIVIN'.
BUT MOST OF ALL
I'M THANKFUL FOR
LOVING WHO I REALLY AM.
I'M BEAUTIFUL.
YES, I'M BEAUTIFUL,
AND I'M HERE.

Monday, April 02, 2007

This TaterTot is as Hard as a Rock...

It was decided after and long and insightful discussion on such topics as feminism, politics and faith that the following picture would be an appropriate representation of me.


Apparently I am made of stone.

But I believe that those who are around me and chip away long enough will someday find my elusive gooey center.

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Fashion in the House of Tot

The fashion was edgy and the models were FIERCE!







The agency's newest model is rumored to be the next big thing on the catwalk. Here he can been seen sporting a crimson fleece jumpsuit embellished with racecar embroidery accessorized with a single white, lace glove and black cowgirls boots with silver toe and hot pink stitching accents.




Monday, March 12, 2007

Seven Day Spending Spree

…canvas art for Sister Stephanie’s dining room
…four framed wine themed tiles for Sister Stephanie’s dining room
…brackets for Sister Stephanie’s stacked book shelves in office
…three sage green candles for Sister Stephanie’s candle holder in dining room
…framed picture noting “Always Kiss Me Goodnight” for Sister Stephanie’s bedroom
…floor mats for Sister Stephanie’s front and back entry ways
…green dragon bubble machine for SugarLips
…gallon size tub of bubbles for prior noted machine
…five pair of jeans for Jeff to wear at work
…pack of wife-beaters for a husband who would never beat his wife
…pack of socks for above mentioned husband
…new outfit for TaterTot to wear to interview
…hot pink and black canvas shoes with skull/checker motif for Doody
…two scrolled iron candle holders for bedroom
…two tarnished bronze leaf-inspired wall pieces for bedroom
…one tarnished bronze & iron scrolled wall piece for bedroom
…king-sized bed sheets
…king-sized comforter set and three matching decorative pillows
…two gallons paint for bedroom
…entertainment center for living room (Sister Stephanie needed one so I bought new and passed down old)
…sage green rug for front entry
…white wood curtain rods for Doody & Mimi’s bedroom
…white valances for Doody & Mimi’s bedroom
…tickets to Roller Derby
…sushi and cocktails with Bombadee
…coffee and scones at Mudd Puddles with Sister Stephanie
…lunch at hospital while visiting step-dad after back surgery
…treats at Dairy Queen with Sister Stephanie
…breakfast at White Pines Inn with Mimi and SugarLips
…dinner at PineCricker with Sister Stephanie (surf & turf…YUM!)
…dinner at McDonald’s with family before Roller Derby (bleh!)
…lunch at Applebee’s
…and my favorite purchase that I have to wait two weeks for: our first brand-new bed, king-size. We’re sleeping on a poking-spring used mattress we bought from my older sister’s roommate 14 years ago and my parents frame and headboard from 1978. It was time for an upgrade.

In queue to be purchased soon:

…king-size mattresses; looking for a sale, I’m out of money
…framed picture noting “Always Kiss Me Goodnight” for my bedroom; Jeff was bummed when I told him it was for Stephanie’s room and not ours
…19” widescreen LCD monitor; now that I have the Internet at home 15" CRT will not do

Sunday, March 04, 2007

Will an "A" Get Me In?

I found a quiz online today, asking readers Got Religion?

I only missed one of the fifteen earning a 93%, although I will admit one of the True/False was a total guess and I happened to pick the right one. (No bragging on my blog about your perfect score Dan!).


The article that lead into the quiz has prompted me to put Professor Steve Prothero's soon to be published book "Religious Literacy" on my reading list. This statement regarding the professor rang close to home for me:

"The professor is not an advocate for any faith, though he's a great admirer of the faithful."

But, as I read on he is an advocate to "teach religion in public schools. Prothero believes that before graduation from high school, every American should take a Bible course and a world-religions course—dispassionate humanities courses whose purpose is not to catechize or evangelize but to educate."

Sounds like a good read, and an opportunity for me to be swayed into a change of opinion...something that doesn't happen very often.

Saturday, March 03, 2007

Scruples: A Tot in Need

Similar to something that my pal Jenny emailed me the other day, I made a statement during a board game with friends last night that has weighed heavily on my mind ever since.

While playing the game Scruples with the Bombadee’s and Blahzeeblah’s, my closest friends who I am comfortable saying anything in front of, I found myself quickly answering a question before giving it much thought. You have the option to answer all of the hypothetical questions with a yes, no or depends. A “depends” requires additional explanation, but rarely the way I respond to anything. While my ability to give an opinion quickly and precisely can depict a woman who is steadfast and confident in her beliefs it can also reveal that sometimes I speak before I think, as in the case last night.

So what is the question that has haunted me for about 14 hours now?

Would you consider leaving your spouse if it was discovered they could not have children?

Before I knew it, “YES” blurted out of my mouth to my wide-eyed friends, a husband who said “gee…thanks a lot” and a friend who said “that’s the case for my brother and his wife”. Her brother and his wife have been married for 15 years and after thousands and thousands of dollars on fertility treatments and invitro have only been left with too many heart aching losses to count and too much debt to visit home.

Yeah, I can be a real ass sometimes.

So why did I say yes? I’m not sure, knowing I have the ability to conceive and carry a child to term and having experienced that, I would be able to give that up for anyone. Being pregnant, that is. But of course that is easy for me to say, I have conceived and carried three children to term without complication. I appreciate there are women out there who are unable to conceive, carry and/or have babies and my heart breaks for them, I will never understand the grief they bear. My quick, thoughtless response was inconsiderate not only to my husband and friend but to the thousands of families who suffer broken dream after broken dream. For that, I apologize.

So after putting some much needed thought into the question, I would have to change my answer to “depends”. Ever since I can remember when I was asked the question “What do you want to be when you grow up” my response was always the same…quick and precise: “A mom”. My mind equated that question with not being a mom, and it should not have. There are many ways for one to be a mom, and apparently many ways for one to be an ass.

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

My Magnificent Mimi

Happy Double-Digits to My Magnificent Mimi!!


Looking through some pics from the last year, I see you inherited the same silly gene that has plagued your mother (much to your fathers chagrin)...




While you are my fearless one who flys higher and faster than your mom would sometimes like...you are also a strong, confident, funny, loving, inquisitive and bright shining light in my life.

I love you.

(Even more than my shoes.)

Monday, February 26, 2007

Coming Soon...

More of TaterTots Thoughts.

Jeff and I are making the leap to the 21st Century and setting up an ISP for home (finally). You can thank my husband for this new development. I think my birthday present had an ulterior motive; I need the Internet for my new 4GB iPod Nano.

Now I won’t be able to say work was too busy to post…but will be able to say I was too busy downloading songs...or would that be uploading songs? I'm always confused on which is the proper way to use those two terms.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Wonder Twin Power Activate...Form of...

Work discussion today:

If you could have any superhero power, what would you choose?


Monday, February 19, 2007

You Know Who You Are

I would like to thank you-know-who for you-know-what. We really need to you-know-what more often. It’s nice to be reminded that I do have a you-know-what that has the same you-know-what about you-know what. I could have sat up you-know-whating til you-know-when. If you do move down to you-know-where we are going to drive you-know-who crazy with our you-know-whating.

And I love you too...you're the you-know-what!

Friday, February 16, 2007

Plans via Pics

Dinner and a play with gals from work...

A date with one of my fella's to see Pirates and Mermaids on Ice...

Celebrating my 34th year...

Dinner at my favoirte hibachi grill with the family...


An evening out with The Casseroles...

And tonight, and evening of crude humor and red leather with Mrs. Blahzeeblah...


Thursday, February 15, 2007

Reason I Love Being a Mom #5,234

Last night as SugarLips and I were “nugglin” in bed, preparing for a good night of rest I softly stroked his head and told him a story. He lay there spooned up against me still as a statue, listening to the adventures of Prince Isaac and his sisters Princess Mimi and Princess Abigail. There were castles, mighty steeds, magical apples, a dark forest and snarly bears. After about fifteen minutes, I concluded his story with the classic they lived happily every after when SugarLips quickly rolled over, eyes wide, grabbed my cheeks with his soft little hands and asked in amazement… “Mommy…where did you get those words?”

Sunday, February 11, 2007

Feminism, In Simple Terms

Sorry I haven’t posted in a while, the House of Tot has been busier then usual of late. Since it has been some time since you’ve all heard from me, I thought I come back with a bang…

My brain has been mulling the concept of feminism for several weeks. I’ve been reading a site Bombadee led me to for a while now and it’s seriously messing with my brain (beware to link clickers…this site has some NSFW images on the front page today, send the kiddos away if you follow). Let’s start here…

Wikipedia states this:

“In simple terms, feminism is the belief in social, political and economic equality of the sexes, and a movement organized around the belief that gender should not be the pre-determinant factor shaping a person's social identity or socio-political or economic rights.”

I can stand behind that statement wholeheartedly. It goes on to say:

“Modern feminist political activists commonly campaign on issues such as reproductive rights, including the right to safe, legal abortion, access to contraception and quality prenatal care, protection from violence within a domestic partnership, sexual harassment, street harassment, discrimination and rape, and rights to maternity leave, and equal pay.”

I can stand behind that statement as well, but do feel the need to explain my thoughts/beliefs on some the items individually as they may differ from yours.

I agree with a woman’s right to safe, legal abortion. I also believe life begins with pregnancy, medically defined “as beginning when the developing embryo becomes implanted into the endometrial lining of a woman's uterus.” Some may say these statements contradict one another, but I can’t stand behind the idea that at 23 weeks gestation it’s a viable baby, but at 22 weeks 6 days gestation it’s an inviable fetus. So yes, I believe life begins with pregnancy but also stand behind a woman’s right to make the choice to end said pregnancy within the limits of the law. Call me an oxymoron.

I agree with a woman’s right to have access to contraception and quality prenatal care. Unfortunately, I see this right ignored by women everyday where I live. Who should take responsibility for that? When do we stop blaming “the man” for the choices we make?

I agree with a women’s right to protection from violence within a domestic partnership. I struggle however with my “hit me once shame on you, hit me twice shame on me” way of thinking. I realize this statement has undertones of blaming the person being abused for their abuse which is not my intention…I don’t think. I struggle with my belief that we teach people how to treat us. How do I reconcile that belief against a woman who chooses to stay with a person who abuses her? Do I overestimate the choices some women have? How can I teach my daughters they have the power to make choices while women are overheard crying that they know he hits them and calls them nasty names and won’t let leave the house or get a job or give them money…but “I had no other choice and I love him” blah, blah, blah. I tell my girls not to give away their power to any man, that these women do have a choice and it’s too bad they don’t love themselves more. Wow…I didn’t realize I was so harsh until I actually typed that.

Sexual harassment, street harassment, discrimination and rape. These are issues we all need to stand up and campaign on for women and men. No mean no, no matter what I’m wearing, what I’ve drank, what drugs I’ve taken, whether we’re married or not, whether we’ve kissed, whether I’ve allowed you feel me up, whether I’ve performed oral sex on you…just because I put your dick in my mouth doesn’t give you the right to put it anywhere else you want to. If for any reason I’m unable to say no, then I’m unable to say yes. If we’ve started and I want you to stop, you have to stop. No means no, simple as that. There is no gray area for me when it comes to sexual violation. There are no choices allowed to be made. Rape is not giving away your power, it’s having it taken away from you. (Picture it…my fists are shaking in the air as I’m re-reading this paragraph)

I agree with the right for maternity leave for women. Why are men left in the cold here though? Physically I didn’t need six weeks to recovery from pregnancy, labor and delivery. I know some of my friends would disagree with that as their experiences were different, but that was my experience. Why did I get six weeks paid leave and Jeff had to suck up his entire vacation to have a measly five days off? I chose not to breastfeed, and even if I had six weeks isn’t sufficient for that reason alone so that can’t the reasoning behind the timeframe. My assumption is that maternity leave is intended for more than just physical recovery, so why aren’t men entitled to it too? Equality, right?

I believe in a woman’s right to equal pay. Easy…equal work = equal pay. How can anyone even argue that one with a straight face? What would they say…“I have a penis, therefore I deserve a higher hourly wage”…?

I suppose when I re-read this post (I'm about to click "Publish" and had the need to add this sentence) my path to equality has more to do re-educating women on what to ask for rather than re-educating men (or society) on what to give. The goal of course would be that we, as women, will someday no longer have to ask at all.

More to come…maybe …

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Yeah...I'm Going To Hell...

...for having impure thoughts about Harry Potter.

But tell me, when did this

become this?

DAMN!!

And by that I mean D-AAAAAAAA-MN!

Thursday, January 25, 2007

Sunday, January 21, 2007

Supply and Demand

After reading the posts at both Bombadee’s and I Blame the Patriarchy I decided to do some Googling to see what other “onesie’s” I could find out there. The selections below took mere minutes to accumulate and finally I had to stop looking.

I’ll let the picture below speak for itself, and just to avoid any conversation on gender discrimination or appropriateness please note you could purchase all of the selections below in either white, blue or pink.

Wow.



“For Sale By Owner”
“Boob Man”
“Playground Pimp”
“Lock Up Your Daughters”
“Boob-a-holic The First Step is Admitting It”
“Mommy Drinks Because I Cry”
“Breastfed Baby Stick Around for the Show”
“Pinch My Cheeks I’ll Kick Your @$$”
“I Get To Suck Tits All Day”
“Pullout Baby”
“My Name is Oops”
“It’s This Big”