Monday, June 30, 2008

And now... your moment of Zen.

A few days ago Emma was giving me lip after I told her to do something (I really can't remember what it was), and asked why she needed to do whatever I asked her to at that time.

Me: Why? 'Cuz I'm the boss, that's why.

Anna, with her arms crossed and a smug look on her face: You know... you can be the boss without being bossy.

Me, walking away so she can't see me trying not to laugh, all the while enjoying that fact that she stuck up for lil' sis: Wow, that was deep. How very philosophical of you, thanks for sharing.

Monday, June 23, 2008

You think so? (Emma-isms)

The other day while coming back from seeing my friend Michelle in Wisconsin, Emma chimes in while playing her Build A Bear game on my Nintendo DS:

"Totally WICKED awesome!

and later after visiting the Milwaukee Zoo:

"Mom, you're better than Lucky Charms."

Better than Lucky Charms?
Now that is totally wicked awesome. ;)

Thursday, June 19, 2008

I just might surprise ya

On May 5th I received a very pleasant surprise in my email in box. It seemed that my soul sista'/cyber BFF/ kindred spirit was about to have a surprise 30th birthday party given by her mom, and her mom- Julie- wanted me to be there to be the "icing on the cake".

Knowing that my hubby is normally shy (until you get to know him, then ya can't get to shut his pie hole ;) ), I broached the subject slowly, and softened the blow of what it would cost to get there by offering to have this little trip as my mother's day present. "Yeah, we can do that," he said.

Inside I let out a SQUEEEEEEE! Shortly there after, being the dork that I am I began to panic a bit. "Maybe we shouldn't go, maybe she wont like me in person because I'm such a dork... what if I do what I always do and say something stupid because I am really nervous? What if I start to actually like the taste of synthetic leather because my foot never leaves my mouth? Oh god, what did I get myself into...what if she doesn't like me?"

Then I realized that Michelle and I have been emailing each other almost daily for over a year. She knows everything about me... including all of the bad things that I keep hidden from most of the world, and despite all of that she actually gave me her address to send her daughter a purse for her birthday. I know where she lives. ;) Honestly though, she's not afraid to give it to me straight and I know that if she had any qualms about meeting me in person ( which we have talked about many times since she lives in Wisconsin, and I live in Iowa) she would have never given me her address. So I turned the hose on my neurosis and never looked back. I made hotel arrangements after getting time off from work, and started making lists of the things we needed to make the four hour drive.

Finally, after over a whole month and a few [hundred] emails passed between Julie and I, June 14th rolled around. Believe it or not, I wasn't nervous at all. Well, except for that first bit. We arrived at the hotel in time to grab a quick lunch and change clothes. Julie was so sweet, she left us a card and some cookies in our room to welcome us!

We got ready and drove over to Julie's (Michelle's mom) house and we were welcomed and received very warmly. All of Michelle's family and friends we so nice! Not to mention funny :) We waited. And waited. And waited what seemed like an eternity, but was actually only about 40 minutes... and finally they walked in through the back door...
Looked around the room ...

Saw me (with a strange look on her face, LOL), then John ( with slight recognition)...Then saw my girls, then looked back at me... :D
Julie and her family managed to pull off the surprise of the year, and I was so happy to be a part of it.

In true Krajnovich fashion, we really cut loose at the end of the party and let our hair down. Or in Emma's case... worse. She suddenly announced to the room that her butt hurt, and preceded to drop not only her shorts but her Disney princess panties too. Then she made her way to a nice, soft chair and planted her naked bum on it. While I laughed hysterically along with everyone else and turned shades of red that haven't yet been invented... Emma luxuriated in feeling the cool smooth material beneath her bum, by scooting her bum across the chair... giggling. I then got to wrestle my 3 year old back into her undergarments, which was no small feat, mostly because I wanted to crawl under that chair and die of embarrassment.

I joked that Emma needed to get her clothes back on or this would be the first and last time we would be invited up to Julie's house... and I joked that this wouldn't be the first time a Krajnovich was caught with their pants down. ;)

Again, we had such a great time, and the next day (Father's Day) we went over to Michelle's house for a couple of hours before driving to the Milwaukee Zoo. I was a little sad about leaving but I was so happy to have finally met Michelle in person, and the fact that the whole family had a smashing time, not just me... I was on cloud 9 driving to the zoo! Not to mention the fact that both Michelle and I managed to make the whole night without wearing our food! BRILLIANT!

I know Michelle and I will be getting together again. Four hours isn't nearly enough to keep us apart for very long. I'm already thinking we should get together every year for our birthdays.

Michelle, I'm so glad we got to meet and I am looking forward to being less nervous next time so that you get the full dorky affect.

There might even be drinking involved. ;)

Love ya!


Friday, June 13, 2008

This Might(y) B the funniest cartoon evah!

I have to admit.. I am a closet 'toonie.

I don't watch 'toons as much as I used to, but I remember my adult 'toon career starting as early as 18 yrs old. Yup, fresh off the turnip truck, I would watch the Flintstones after a looooong night shift as a Hospital Corpsman at Naval Hospital, Bethesda, Maryland. I'd climb into my top bunk after a long night of scrubbing old, retired colonel butts and suctioning tracheostomies and watch Fred blunder through Bedrock, dragging Barney along on his meat-head meanderings. Loooooved it!

Later, when I married the hubs, I got him hooked on Ren and Stimpy and South Park. Somewhere in there I started watching MTV's Liquid Television and got him hooked on Aeon Flux and Beavis and Butthead. Have I mentioned that I may be a bad influence? Ummm, I just said butt, heh heh.

Recently, Nick premiered a new 'toon called Mighty B. The concept of the show was a collaboration of 3 people- including Amy Pohler (SNL, need I say more?), who also does the voice for the main character Bessie Higgenbottom . Oh my sweet nutter butters, is she funny! This new show is [IMHO] a cross between Ren and Stimpy and Square Pegs, with a little dash of I Love Lucy thrown in.

In the words of Harry (Jim Carey in Dumb and Dumber): "I like i'. I like i' a lah' ."


Tuesday, June 03, 2008

Ding Dong, ding dong, ding dong!

No I'm not referring to my husband though it could be fitting, we are a couple of ding dongs...

No, those ding dongs are the tolling of bells. Nobody has died yet ;) They ring out to celebrate our 19th anniversary, today.

I think I mentioned a few weeks ago that I asked the MISU if he thought we would make it to 20. He said no. With a smile, he was just being silly. I think.

Let me just say that the only way I plan for either of us to leave this marriage is feet first, six feet under, so the bells tolling... if he's not planning on us lasting another year? Looks like I've got some planning to do of my own. I've only got a year to plan AND execute, pardon the pun.

But shhhhh... this will be our little secret.

But... he is smarter than me. Maybe he has planned and is about to execute. Poop! I have so many more things I want to do in life, like wanting to lose enough weight (and boobs) so that I can see my feet again, mastering the art of calligraphy (with my feet)... or trying the newest Ben & Jerry's flavor. Oh well. If you don't hear from me in a month, send in the cavalry and a back hoe to dig me up, will ya?

In semi-seriousness ( and with slightly less morbid references), my husband loved me for exactly who I was because- frankly- I told him exactly who I was. He took me despite my spotty, troubled past and potty mouth. He overlooked my perverted, annoying and criminally insane/homicidal/psychopathic family members, and even risked dipping a toe into the septic tank that is my gene pool.

God bless that man!

In all seriousness... I know we talk about the things we have yet to do in life, but even if we never accomplish half of those dreams, know that your are my dreams and fantasies fulfilled. You are everything I had hoped for, and amazingly at times everything I am not. You truly do complete me. Who needs far away vacations and expensive cars... You are my Paris, my city of love.

And my rrrrrrich Corrrrrinthian leather. ;) I tried really hard to keep it together, but enough of the mushy stuff.

Babes, you saved me from a life of trailers, 'coon skinnin', and crocheted beer can hats.

You are the wind beneath my wings.

And Hans, Boobie, I'm your white knight.