Wii Had A Great Christmas


Originally uploaded by Marlee Magoo

To say she was excited would the under statement of the year. My girl has  impeccable sense when it comes to finding the best gifts under the tree. It was the first thing she opened and it would not have mattered if it was the only thing under our tree.

Merry Christmas to all.

The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

Wanna play a game? Good. What is the best gift you have ever gotten, and the worse gift you have gotten?

This  by far is the worse thing I can remember getting. It was last year and from my brother. I wanted to grow it, let it die and re-gift it to him. My mom told me I couldn’t. Maybe for his birthday. Stupid Chia Pet.

This is the best I can remember. ( I am not sure how long the link will work, it was the only one I could find like I remember mine looking).I must have been in 2nd or 3rd grade. We got up Christmas morning and there sat a HUGE box. The tag said to “Daddy” on it. My brother and I were equally bummed as we were both sure it was for one of us. Each hoping it was for themselves, not for their sibling I am sure of it. As we opened presents my dad asked me to “help” him open the big box. My very own Barbie Dream House. I remember it taking for what seemed like hours for my dad to put it together. I am sure he felt the same way.  I remember having it for a long time although I have no idea what ever happened to it.  I imagine it was passed down to a cousin along the way.

 Your turn. I can’t wait to see what y’all come up with.


Yesterday a fellow mom at Noodle’s school told me that her husband was traveling for work (which he does quite often) and fell and shattered his rotater cuff in his shoulder. He was supposed to come home today. He is in a foreign country and in the hospital. Not good. They are trying to find someone from the company to fly to where he is and fly home with him as they will not release him or let him on the plane alone.

This is one of my biggest fears. That something will happen to one of us (Hubs or I) while we are out of the country. We travel at least once a  year for Hubs work. Every trip we have been on (4 so far, the 5th is right around the corner) someone has gotten hurt. Most (one was on a tour and the jeep rolled over, we were on that same jeep just hours before) not as badly as the dad with the shoulder but still enough to have to seek medical care in a foreign country. When we travel, it is a rewards trip and we stay in some pretty nice places, that though does not mean that right around the corner it is safe to walk down the street even in daylight.  Yes, I am a snot, but even if I wasn’t  I would still be very reluctant to seek medical attention in some of these countries. Thankfully, the dad is in a place that is not considered a Third World Country as some of those we have visited.

I have my fingers crossed that he makes it home for Christmas. I also hope that they can stabilize him enough so that he is somewhat comfortable on the flight. 10 hour flights are bad enough when you feel good, I can only imagine how bad they must suck when you are in agony.

So Big*

Originally uploaded by Marlee Magoo

Today was Noodle’s dance at school. It has been the talk of 6th grade for months now. Many tears have been shed and even more feelings hurt. 6th grade girls are M-E-A-N. I don’t remember it starting this young. I can hardly wait for high school!

I was 100% sure the kids would not dance. As you can see, every last one of them were shaking their stuff. I think some of it is just that for the most part they have been together since kindergarten and are just really comfortable with each other. Poor Noodle has the rhythm of a card board box so for the most part she did the sway to side to side option. Rumor has it she did dance with a boy after I left. PEOPLE! MY BABY DANCED WITH A BOY! Did you hear what I said? My baby is dancing with boys. Whats next? Never mind I don’t think I want to know.

The DJ was fab-u-lous! He played lots of the crap they listen to today (I can’t get Lean Like A Chollo out of my head, Elbows Up, Side To Side, Lean Like A Chollo, grrr) along with lots of old school stuff from back in the day. The kids sang along to just about everything. They are much more diverse than I ever was. The DJ graduated from the school about 8 or 9 years ago, and gives back when he can. The kids loved him.

I feel like such an old lady after today. It was nothing like a school dance I can remember. I am so glad its over and we don’t have to worry about it again until next year. I imagine it will be here before I know it.

There are a few more pictures if you click on this one and go to Flickr. I will change them to private in the next day or so.

Did I mention my baby was dancing with a boy?

 *Mogo – I accidentally deleted your comment. It was in the spam folder and I can’t figure out how to get it back. Sorry about that.

A Copy Cat Yet Once Again

What The Holidays Mean to You

For you, the holidays are a very spiritual time. You have as much holiday fun as everyone else – but you never forget what you’re celebrating.You celebrate the holidays in an over the top style. If something is cute, you’ll buy it. People end up with a lot of gifts from you – and your house is like a holiday wonderland, full of decorations.

During the holidays, you feel magical. You love all of the decorations and how happy people are. You like to sit back and take it all in.

You think the holidays should be decadent and indulgent. You never mind gaining a few holiday pounds… it’s worth it!

Your favorite holiday memories strongly evoke your senses. You are vividly aware of all the tastes, smells, and sounds of the holidays.

I saw this over at Vixen’s and thought aw what the the heck I’ll try it. Its damn near spot on.

Warning! Boring Post…

Sunday night I thought I was 100% caught up with laundry at our house. It took me 3 days to get it done but Sunday night when I put the last of it away I smugly thought to myself “Good Job!”.

Last night for some reason I went into Hubs closet (we each have a walk in) and there in the corner was a laundry basket piled about 3 feet high with dirty clothes. I couldn’t believe it. I guess at one point while I was folding clothes I thought it was weird that there weren’t more of Hubs clothes but apparently didn’t think much more about it.

Now I know why. I have never wanted a maid, cleaning I can do. But do I ever wish we had a laundry fairy. I don’t know how our small family of three can wear so many clothes in such a short time. I can’t imagine what it would be like if we had a bunch more kids.

Hopefully next post I will have something more interesting to talk about than laundry. Maybe if you ask nicely I will bore you to tears with a window blind nightmare we have been living. But only if you ask nicely!