NaNoWriMo – 2nd attempt!

October 20, 2010 at 3:59 pm (Career, Co-Workers, Entertainment, Humor, Kids, Music, Politics, Random, Rants, Uncategorized, Work) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )


Have you heard of NaNoWriMo?

November is the month to write a novel!!!! The goal of NaNoWriMo is to get as many people as we can muster to write a Novel in 30 days. A novel consists of 50,000 words. That equates to 1666.67 words written each day for 30 days.

This will be my 2nd attempt, although last year I think I stopped at one paragraph…this year I have something very inspiring to write about…and some may not think that I will be able to write an ENTIRE book about being bitchy, but I assure you…I have enough inspiration around me to last an entire Harry Potter-esque series…so thanks to a friend of mine for giving me the ammo to approach this goal again…I will attempt it. GOD HELP ME, I’ll ATTEMPT IT!

The support that flows through NaNoWriMo’s website it really wonderful…although it didn’t give me the kick in the ass that I needed last year to finish what I started! I don’t blame it on anyone but myself! I’m not a damn novelist! I like to BLOG about nonsense and mayhem and pissyness!!! I don’t care. This year…I’m sassy enough, bitchy enough and GODDAMMIT, people piss me off!

I hope you give it a shot. If you do, please let me know and I’ll be-friend you there and we’ll get this show on the road – TOGETHER! Yessirreebob!

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Lazy Daze

October 18, 2010 at 10:03 am (Cooking, Food, Humor, Kids, Random, Uncategorized) (, , , , , , , , , )

What a fantastical lazy weekend we had at my house this weekend! I woke up on Saturday and my little 9 year old was sitting on the couch just yawning away and said, “Mommy…I just wanna have a lazy day today full of snuggles and just watching TV under the blankets.”

insert squishy heart moment here

That kid gets me…she’s a mini-me! She will go to SLEEP at 7:30 pm without even being asked…she is AWESOME!

Another awesome thing about this weekend is that the hubs was all for the idea of laziness too – which is a rather HUGE DEAL! I mean…he still woke up at 5:00 am, but he wasn’t bustin his ass working around the house like he normally is. Dude can’t sit still…which makes me feel a tad guilty at times because I am MORE THAN HAPPY to just sit around and chill out most of the time.

Yesterday? I didn’t even take a SHOWER! Dude! I was all in my stretchy pants and baseball hat and no make-up and it was TERRIFIC!!!!!!!!!!!!

There’s something about fall that makes me want to just sit back and relax. The heater is cranking on every once in awhile, football is on, there are snacks strewn about the house, the weather is usually a tad too rainy to really be able to accomplish anything – although this weekend the sun was shining the ENTIRE TIME!

It’s a cozy, lazy, snuggly time of year. Time to cook your favorite chili’s and stews and all that fabulous comfort food that sits in your belly and just sings to your soul!

What’s your favorite thing to do on a lazy day?

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Inappropriate Language around Kids (HA!)

September 23, 2010 at 12:08 pm (Entertainment, Humor, Kids, Music, Random) (, , , , , , , , , )

So we’re out together as a family unit the other night at one of our fave wood fired pizza joints – in TACOMA WA of all places…no, no, we don’t live anywhere cool like Chicago, or NEW YORK! TACOMA, people.

So we’re there, it’s a place called “The Rock – Wood Fired Pizza” and their theme is like rock music, they have concert lighting and lots of brick and in fact, they had a stencil of Jimi Hendrix on the wall spray painted with black spray paint…it’s totally rad there. LOVE IT!

We were greeted and sat in a booth almost immediately…it was around 7:45pm – we had gotten a late start due to kiddo #1’s Volleyball game. Beverage order was taken, garlic cheese bread was ordered and there we sat. Some pretty good tunes play in this restaurant and Journey comes on. It was awesome. My kids have been completely exposed to all genres of music, it’s part of the master plan. You see, my daughter sings like CRAZY and well, we want her to be able to help us when we turn into old geezers so we expose her to TONS of music. Country, Rock, 80’s, 90’s, 60’s, 70’s…you get the picture. She LOVES it! And our littlest daughter who is 9? She loves – get this – ABBA and The Beatles!!!!! How awesome are we as parents??? You’d think she’d be all over Justin Beiber or something…NOPE!!! NOT A FREAKIN CHANCE! And for that? I think I love her a little MORE.

Journey hits the airwaves…

When the lights…go down…in the city…and the moon shines on…the bay…do I want to be THEEEYAYAYARE¬† in your CITAAAAAY….ooooooooh whooooaaaa whoooaaa..

Let me tell you…we had a band seated behind us, and about 4 other tables in there singing that song! HILARIOUS/AWESOME! I don’t think I’ve ever had a “My Best Friends Wedding” moment like that before. And being a musical family, we were totally DIGGING IT!

Okay…I mentioned that we had a band seated directly behind us, right? Well there were 5 dudes. And when they weren’t singing with the restaurant music, they were BS-ing like dudes do. Next thing you know…my 9 year old was all…”Someone should really tell those guys that using that inappropriate language isn’t nice around small children.” I almost shot Pepsi out of my nose! First of all…how many 9 year olds to you know that use the word “inappropriate”? And second of all…this was my response:

  • Me: I’ll give you $20 if you get up and go over there and say that.
  • Her: noooooo, mom. That’s embarrassing!
  • Me: I’ll give you permission to cuss this one time…I want you to walk over there and say “Listen up bitches, there are little damn kids in here. What the hell are you doing cussing like that so that all these kids can hear you?”
  • Her: *complete giggle fit*
  • Me: Seriously…I’ll give you $20 and permission to cuss.
  • Her: *continuing giggle fit*
  • Her older sister: I’ll do it!!!!!
  • Me: No deal. It’s gotta be the little blondie-blue-eyed kid.

So neither of them did it, but that would have been EFFING HILARIOUS!

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I’m the SPECK!

September 17, 2010 at 10:18 am (Entertainment, Humor, Kids, Random) (, , , )

Hi, I'm Carm...I live on a Speck.

I’m the speck…

I get on those kicks of “insignificance” sometimes. Like…are you ever driving down the road and get this overwhelming sense that your presence and existence is just such a small part of what goes on that it’s almost insignificant?

Compared to the planet or even the UNIVERSE – you are really this small speck of sand and how DARE you get so caught up in your own drama’s and life when there is a world out there deteriorating before your very eyes or countries of starving people out there or someone who has a husband and two children and a house and a dog and two cars and they just learned that one of their children is really really terminally sick and here you sit…behind the wheel, stressing because your kids didn’t do the damn dishes last night! Makes me feel really full of myself and quite frankly DUMB for even thinking that I have ANYTHING to worry about.

Am I alone here?¬† Could I be the only one who gets so caught up in my life’s goings on that I get lost – forgetting about what really matters? Do you think you could ever be as observant as Horton? After all- he noticed a speck on a clover and saved Whoville from certain DOOM! Have you noticed a Whoville lately?

I love you…I really do…you can ask anyone! ~ Carm


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Whatsferdeeeeener?

September 14, 2010 at 2:57 pm (Entertainment, Humor, Kids, Random, Uncategorized) (, , , , , )

So, I’m fairly good at making sure we eat at a reasonable hour, however there are times when I am not at all inspired or even hungry enough to figure out what to make for dinner.

On nights like these, I find that I like to tell the kiddos to “make a sandwich” or “make a salad” or (to the 14 year old) “Make a boxed noodle dinner”. Most of the time, I find I feel this way after an especially stressful day. Hell, sometimes I can’t even put forth the effort it takes to say the words, “go get in the shower, child”.

So this brings me to last night. My wonderful husband of 19 years was sitting on the couch last night after I returned with “The Volleyball Star’s” new V’ball spandex shorts that we had to specially buy or she wasn’t going to get to play, never mind the fact that she HAS some, they just aren’t made out of ENTIRELY spandex, but you almost have to TOUCH THEM to see they aren’t the shinier material and I had to spend ANOTHER $25 on this little fun extracurricular activity…*gasping for air*…but I digress…

He’s sitting there, reading his most current Esquire Magazine. We walk in, he looks up,¬† we express our success to him and 14 year old V’ball star hits the stairs to put her stuff away and I plop down in a chair as Mr. gets back to his magazine. I sit there. Staring at him. For an uncomfortable amount of time. He never once looks in my direction even though he was facing me and probably could COMPLETELY see that I was looking at him…he pretty much ignored me.

It’s that typical thing that us chicks fall for…we get pissy because we’re sitting there and want to talk, and we can’t BELIEVE that they can’t READ OUR MIND and notice that we have that look on our face like we have something to say. HOW DARE THEM!!!!!

So I sit there…and after about 5 minutes – which seemed like it was about 48 minutes, I got up and was all “Well….*that* was nice.” Under my breath of course…………………..

I march into the kitchen, get even MORE flabbergasted by the lack of inspiration that filled our cupboards and decided that I was gonna plop myself down and CHILL OUT.

An hour passes – which by the way, puts us at about 7:45pm – I thought my window had passed and I was going to make it off SCOTT FREE. I was getting sorta excited about just sitting there the rest of the night when Mr. walks in and was all….”So…you want some chicken-salad for dinner?” (Chicken-salad = strips of chicken cooked in Good Seasons Italian Dressing until nice and brown and tossed onto a bed of lettuce or baby spinach leaves and decked out however you like to deck a salad out…)

  • I said, “If that’s what you want then you can have it.”
  • He said, “I’ll be happy to cut up the chicken.”
  • I said, “Uh…so…I guess that means I’m going to be cooking dinner then, eh?”
  • He said, “If you don’t mind.”

Only on the inside I was thinking, “DAMMIT TO HELL!!!!! WHAT THE HELL!!!” and “WHY CAN’T YOU FREAKING DO THIS CRAP YOURSELF?!?!”

And then I checked my attitude, because you know why? Because when I started cooking that shizz? IT SMELLED AWESOMESAUCE, that’s why!!!! And I wanted some after all that hissy fit I just threw!

So that’s why I think he loves me. Because sometimes…not always…but SOME. TIMES. I do stuff I don’t wanna do just to make sure he’s taken care of. And THAT is why, when we got married at 19 years of age, we are STILL married today – because I will cook for him and he does the laundry, dishes and ALL the yardwork for me….

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