Friday, December 31, 2010

Page Me 2010

The titles I made it through in 2010:

The Help, Kathryn Stockett
The Mermaid Chair, Sue Monk Kidd
The Memory Keeper's Daughter, Kim Edwards
The Red Tent, Anita Diamant
Living Dead in Dallas, Charlaine Harris
Water for Elephants, Sara Gruen
This Cold Country, Annabel Davis-Goff
Gift from the Sea, Anne Morrow Lindbergh (a re-read. I usually read at least a chapter or two of it each year.)

I adored The Red Tent.  My other favorites for the year were Water for Elephants and The Help.  Great stories!  Easy reads.  I least enjoyed Living Dead in Dallas. It wasn't a bad book, just not my favorite genre.

Friday, December 24, 2010

Because I Gave Up on Sending Christmas Cards a Long, Long Time Ago...

Beware.  You may have to stab your eyes out after viewing this...

The Ghost of Christmas Past (Reckless and Mr. Incredible 1994)
 The shame. The horror.  The complete lack of a hairstyle.  At least my sweater is far cuter than Mr. Incredible's shirt.  Doesn't he look festive!

I found this picture from the first Christmas Mr. Incredible and I were married.  Obviously, from our waistlines, you can tell we were settling into marriage quite nicely.  I remember thinking how good we looked in this picture.  All we can say about it now is, "Wow."  You better watch out though because those face-stealing frames are coming back.  Remember this picture when you are tempted to get some.

I want to wish each of you the most joy-filled Christmas you have ever had.  The present was given many, many years ago in the birth, life, and death of Christ Jesus, Emmanuel, the Messiah, the King of Kings, and Lord of Lords .  It's up to you when you decide to unwrap it. 


The Joy of Christmas Present
With Love, from the whole Reckless clan

Monday, December 20, 2010

Forty Ways To Celebrate Turning Forty

Because you know you are wondering what I am doing and how I am feeling about Wednesday...

If I was turning forty and you gave me some time and money, I would probably:

Thursday, December 16, 2010

"I'm a model, you know what I mean and I do my little turn on the catwalk..."

A little Right Said Fred always makes me smile.  How 'bout you?

Recently, the always inappropriate dinner conversation at our home got exceptionally funny and then turned to a very teachable spiritual moment on the nature and character of God.

First, the funny stuff...

Monday, December 13, 2010

N-T. TENTACLES...

Occasionally, my children, like any other children, get a little confused about what something is called.  And usually, it is pretty safe to let their precious mistakes go.  For instance, we let Miss Proper say "hospamital" for "hospital" until she was in elementary school because it was so cute to hear our little perfectionist saying something wrong.  We also let her say "fuman" instead of "human" and "egg least" instead of "at least" until she was way too old because we are cruel parents with very sick senses of humor.  And yes, we would have to hide our laughter by running out of the room or covering our mouths.

RNR used to call strawberries "sharbellies" and drink a glass of "lemalade" while she ate them.  Hamburgers were "hangaburs."  Cute, right?

Well, it was all fun and games until we had the boy. 

Sunday, December 12, 2010

"I'm going to the store. Do you need any Kotex?"

People, can I just tell you that the title of this post is an actual quote from my father from when I was ELEVEN.  Yes, I was an early bloomer, and none too proud of it at the time.  A C-cup stacked on top of a size double 00 bottom makes for a noticeably top-heavy, incredibly self-conscious preteen girl.  Fast forward twenty-nine years and insert certain situations, and the presence of the twins, not identical I remind you, still makes a self-conscious woman in certain moments.

Monday, December 6, 2010

We Eat All We Can and Then We Buy Some More

Free food!  I'm all in!

The Bocal Minority

Miss Proper is now in a band.  Unfortunately, it's not the kind that will allow me to mismanage her money and retire in style.  Sigh.  It's the middle school band.  And, I'm very proud of her.  Two weeks before school started she went to a beginner bassoon camp and learned all about her instrument.  Since then, she is taking private lesson each week and has a nearly private class in school each day.  There are only four other bassoon players, so she is getting a good bit of instruction even during the school day.


A Little Night Music

Bassoon.  Probably the perfect instrument for Miss Proper as bassoon players are described as "serious".  Also a good choice as she is so competitive.  If she doesn't get first chair, she will be terrible to live with for a few days.  Fortunately, as there are only four other bassoon players, she has a fighting chance.  And she is the only girl, but the boys are "not cute."  One of those "not cute" boys asked her to be his girlfriend last year, and she said, "I'll take it under consideration."  YOU GO, GIRL!  After she considered that she already had a boyfriend (now a distant memory), she told him "no".  Made me giggle like crazy.  I'm hoping she is better at that whole boy-girl thing than I was, and I'm thinking that at eleven she already may have a better hang of it than I ever did.

But, back to Miss Proper... She has learned how to play the "Theme from Jaws", "Ode to Joy", "Jingle Bells", "Mary Had a Little Lamb," "Up on the Rooftop," "Old MacDonald," "Go Tell Aunt Rhody," "Good King Wenceslas" and several other unrecognizable medleys and harmonies.  Tuesday evening is her Winter Concert.  I'm sure it's going to be fabulous!   

Sunday, December 5, 2010

***Note to Mr. Incredible (in case you've dropped in for a little visit)***

I hope you and RNR Princess have enjoyed your wedding date to Little Rock, Arkansas.  I know you would have preferred me to be your date, but she will always remember getting on a plane dressed in a sparkly green dress and going on a trip with just the two of you.  I'm sure Miss Proper is wondering where she will get to go with you when her social schedule, homework schedule, and softball schedule allow.

Seventeen days, Love. You better get cracking. Just because I have five more years until I am Bonus' definition of old does not mean you are off the hook. Diamonds, a netbook, new kitchen sinks, a new sofa, new bedroom furniture, and a new wheel cover for the hooptie will suffice. Or you can just send me and Pandamom to New York in April. Take your pick. (Translation: I really would love to have picture of me wearing my green raincoat in Central Park.  For your desk and all, of course.)

About my birthday party... You know I am not particularly fond of this type of surprise. Last time someone planned a surprise birthday party for me, I wound up with my face planted in my birthday cake.  After breaking my nose four times, my nostril output is not what it used to be.  I'm pretty sure that cake would stay up there.  I'd hate to suffocate on my birthday.

A heads up would be lovely. Sooner would be better than later. The house is a complete disaster. I don't want dirty bathrooms or dishes in the sink if people are coming over.  And you know that our child has a penchant for leaving underwear in the most unexpected places.  It is just not necessary for anyone other than JMom or Kernsie to walk in on such sights.  We don't want to scar our friends for life.

Plus, I bought a fantastic green sequined shirt for myself for my birthday; I need to know when to wear it. And I don't have the right boots or jewelry for it yet, so...

Oh yes, don't forget that the theme should somehow include the color GREEN or Ugly A$$ Dress or both. In which case, I have to wear my prom dress from my junior year with matching hat and gloves.  You see, it is really important for you (or a friend of mine) to give me a strong hint in the right direction.


Will I be wearing this black and gold vintage 1940's dress or my blingy new shirt or something else? 
Your guess is as good as mine.
 

And FYI, I would rather not wake up to forty flamingos or toliets or a flashing sign in the front yard.  Coffee in bed will me make smile. 

If possible, I'd like a tiered cake. Ask RNR Princess which one I picked out. Fabulous letters to me in a super cute album would be preferable to gifts. Unless someone has an extra red convertible Ford Thunderbird taking up space in their garage.  In that case, they should feel free to bring a gift.  Perhaps even encouraged. 

You might ask some of my favorite people for help. Remember that my sister was a professional event planner. She could give you some pointers. Guest list is in the kitchen near my computer. If you aren't sure how to contact a few of the people, check my Facebook account. You know the password.

I'm sure it will be a great party whatever you plan.  The above ideas are really only suggestions.  My main concern is I just don't want to show up looking like this:


Don't ask me what I was thinking.  Obviously, I wasn't. 






Saturday, December 4, 2010

Good News

In the world according to Bonus, I will neither be old nor a "grome up" until I am

45!

Phew.... I'm glad he finally told me.  I guess he was enjoying watching his mama sweat it out.

Speak it, sweet child of mine.  I thought I only had eighteen days left before I turned officially old.  Not that I have a mental countdown to my 40th birthday going or anything.  Now, I can rest easy for five more years.   

Other good news...

The Christmas transformation has begun at my home.  Yes, I realize I am way behind all you other people with organizers and schedules and Christmas notebooks and the like.  Remember, I took my children on vacation for Thanksgiving, and then I was exhausted.  Plus, RNR Princess had strep throat this week, and Miss Proper was nursing a nasty cold.  We did not have the strength or manpower to decorate.  Hey, at least I finally took down the pumpkins and gourds on December 2.  I did not say I had put them away yet, but they are no longer on my front porch with my dead plant. 

The Christmas tree is up and about one-third of the ornaments are hung.  I've only had to banish Bonus one time for throwing a stuffed moose at the coffee table which was, of course, full of my most breakable ornaments.  The damage was the most expensive ornament I owned in approximately one thousand shards of mercury glass.  Que sera sera.  At least I won't have to pack that one up at the end of the season.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Enjoy the Silence

I know I incessantly chatter about major (and some minor) appliances on here, but as I am a housewife, they are a pretty big part of my life.  If they are not cooperating, my frustration builds.  When my frustration builds, I get cranky.  And when I get cranky, you are likely to hear about it.

Well, several months ago my dryer started making an awful squeal.  I liken it to a cat in heat.  Mr. Incredible assured me it was the belt slipping and told me not to worry my pretty little head.  I dutifully said, "okay" and learned to keep the door to the laundry room shut most of the time.  And this worked for us until Monday.

On Monday, I thought I heard someone chewing rocks atop the a cat in heat in my laundry room.  Children wailed, "Please, Mama, make it stop."  It really was excruciating, and even though my humble home has two levels and a good bit of square footage, we could not escape the torment. 

I wanted to make it stop but, the clothes were sopping.  I was unable to relieve our agony until the load was dry.  The rock chewing continued for about the next hour. 

Although my faith in his abilities was a little shaky, Mr. Incredible bought the parts, disassembled the dryer, sucked up all the lint and made it good as new for about $60.  There were not even any leftover parts.  And no cussing or throwing of wrenches or pliars.  Pretty much a miracle.  And now, my laundry room is free of fertile felines and rock biters, and I am grateful to press start and slowly walk out of the laundry room without fear of hearing loss.  It's a beautiful thing.  Enjoying the silence.  

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Yes, I Still Have 4 Suitcases To Unpack

Mr. Incredible and I did not take the children on a "real" vacation (read: somewhere besides Gaga and Grampy's house) this summer because:

A).  We took the two of us to Naples, Fl for Mr. Incredible's 20th reunion,
B).  We were broke after we went to Naples.

Enough explanation.

We decided that we would surprise the children by taking them to San Antonio before we drove on down to my parents' house near Houston. 
You made us ride in the car for 5 hours to see this house with no furniture?

The Alamo is not quite as large as I pictured it during 7th grade Texas History at Bammel Middle School. And, although I had been told this before, I was still surprised that it is so dinky.



Dinner on the Riverwalk
We were here.

I don't get to ride the Steel Eel.

I guess I have to ride the Steel Eel...

Thank you, Stranger, for letting us all get in on one.

Bonus' first roller coaster ride, The Shamu Express
Yep, he is now addicted, like the mama!

There is something very wrong about being molested by a furry otter.

One, two, three of us love The Count more than Telly.  Poor Telly!  He can't get no love.


Some drowned rats
 
The Trip to Paris (one of the many hilarious names Bonus gave to The Journey To Atlantis)



Time to leave.  Bonus is bawling because we didn't buy him a glowing sword.  Hasn't mentioned it since.
   
And now, I have to go unpack a couple suitcases...