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Thursday, April 17, 2008
There's not many me's in this US of A!
And all for just toppins a bag!
Why oh why does it take a person with my vast intellect, casual good looks and amazing personality to figure out the small things can cost more than you ever imagined (read groceries, clothes, presents for showers/weddings/birthdays, dentist visits) and the big, important things in life are monetarily free? I specify monetarily due to the alarming fact dear husbands can take all your energy, patience and long suffering out of you in one bright millisecond moment.
Ever see those kids fighting, screaming, wildly whining, yelling, hysterically thumping their legs and arms on the floor and go, hmmm...note to self, never do THAT in public. My mom will attest we (being the 5 kids in our family crew) were aware at a very early age just how awful THAT looked and tried our hardest not to display such behaviors in public areas. Alas, the lesson must at times vigorously renew it's presence in my mind and manners.
I don't know why I like (note here the specific use of the word like) to tirade about as if only I am queen, and the masses are mere peasants, at times. Not to imply I treat others as being "below" myself, I simply traipse out on a power trail of nonsense and insensibility at times. Juan found himself caught in a tirade a few nights ago and I must confess, brutality and inequality reigned supreme. No fears/worries/general concerns, this is but a public confession to prove my love and severe disappointment with my afore mentioned behavior for my dearest husband.
Feel buttons pushed, implications in sentence fragments, words coming at you in what seems to be ill-humored jabber? I sheepishly admit, I did. The mind can make mountains from molehills, grand canyons from but a small drip of a expired hose, a Sequoia from but a seed planted yesterday.
In short, I was as a ill-mannered child at the toy store, holding a toy in each hand, demanding more, falling quickly to the floor to exercise my right to whine/moan/complain and display the unsavory contempt for any being in my way not willing to immediately yield to my desires, wishes and demands.
The question Juan asked, "So, have you heard anything back on whether you have the new job?".
Yeah, I know. What IS your deal Kourtney? Well, let's just say, I took it to mean, "Why don't you have a new job yet, Kourtney?", and was WAY off base.
Sure, no one directly SAW this behavior but my dear husband and a few cursedly happy devils from below. However, when you behave in a way directly affecting those you care for and deeply love, it feels as though the world should know and hear your confession and apology. "Shouted from the rooftops" comes to mind.
In closing, I profusely apologize to my dear husband for my derelict behavior and beg once again his forgiveness (which he calmly assures me is not necessary, I have done nothing too bad, and then laughingly adds, yet). Oh my, and to think love doesn't cost even a mere toppin. ;)
Ever see those kids fighting, screaming, wildly whining, yelling, hysterically thumping their legs and arms on the floor and go, hmmm...note to self, never do THAT in public. My mom will attest we (being the 5 kids in our family crew) were aware at a very early age just how awful THAT looked and tried our hardest not to display such behaviors in public areas. Alas, the lesson must at times vigorously renew it's presence in my mind and manners.
I don't know why I like (note here the specific use of the word like) to tirade about as if only I am queen, and the masses are mere peasants, at times. Not to imply I treat others as being "below" myself, I simply traipse out on a power trail of nonsense and insensibility at times. Juan found himself caught in a tirade a few nights ago and I must confess, brutality and inequality reigned supreme. No fears/worries/general concerns, this is but a public confession to prove my love and severe disappointment with my afore mentioned behavior for my dearest husband.
Feel buttons pushed, implications in sentence fragments, words coming at you in what seems to be ill-humored jabber? I sheepishly admit, I did. The mind can make mountains from molehills, grand canyons from but a small drip of a expired hose, a Sequoia from but a seed planted yesterday.
In short, I was as a ill-mannered child at the toy store, holding a toy in each hand, demanding more, falling quickly to the floor to exercise my right to whine/moan/complain and display the unsavory contempt for any being in my way not willing to immediately yield to my desires, wishes and demands.
The question Juan asked, "So, have you heard anything back on whether you have the new job?".
Yeah, I know. What IS your deal Kourtney? Well, let's just say, I took it to mean, "Why don't you have a new job yet, Kourtney?", and was WAY off base.
Sure, no one directly SAW this behavior but my dear husband and a few cursedly happy devils from below. However, when you behave in a way directly affecting those you care for and deeply love, it feels as though the world should know and hear your confession and apology. "Shouted from the rooftops" comes to mind.
In closing, I profusely apologize to my dear husband for my derelict behavior and beg once again his forgiveness (which he calmly assures me is not necessary, I have done nothing too bad, and then laughingly adds, yet). Oh my, and to think love doesn't cost even a mere toppin. ;)
Monday, April 14, 2008
Here we are, Sunset and Camden!!
The stomach virus is the devil!! The devil I tell you! Luckily, it only lasts about 48 hours and I am feeling like my old self more and more. Which means you, my fortunate and faithful readers of the blog, are entitled to my promised pictures of Master Jefferson.
Mom made fun of my ring and the fact it's almost as big as Master Jefferson's face. Pish-posh, it's simply the closet thing to the camera. Never could we say such things seriously. He is such a cute, precious little thing. LOVES to be moving and looking around. He doesn't care for the camera much, as Jason will tell you. Busy body, no way that comes from the Hansen side of the family, right? :) Who could ever lay claim that the Hansen's are about as busy as they come? Who me, yes you, couldn't be, then WHO?
Anyhow, what else. Oh yes! Never get the stomach flu virus. Hits you like a ton of bricks and lays you on your back in 2-3 hours flat. Nothing can possibly get done when you are flat on your back, nothing. And being flat on your back builds the immenient danger to which the stomach flu virus so violently racks and contorts the body, all while rushing haphazardly to the restroom.
It's over and I am so happy! Still feeling pretty weak, but I am so grateful I don't have kids yet. Not too many times you can say that, but this was by far one of the top ten reasons to wait ;). Just trying to convince myself that's why were waiting, lay off.
So we also went snowmobiling while we were in Utah, all thanks to the wonderful generosity of Jackie's parent-in-laws. So kind of them to let us go and have fun. I think I was terrified or something because my arms cried out in pain the next day and Juan informed me I was holding on to him as if life itself existed only within the grasp on his front zipper. He said everytime we went around a curve or down a little slope, I would inch up further onto the snowmobile and grasp even more tightly to him. We ran into a bout of bad luck with barbed wire and then we fell off once or twice, but made it ALL THE WAY back down without falling ONCE!!! Juan says that's because he thinks my arms were tired and getting weaker by that point. I just think Juan figured out how to better control a virtual motorized sled.
So much excitement! Okay, I've met my obligation to posting the pictures! Now if we can convince Jackie to take pictures every week and post them on her blog. HMMM! What kind of incentive would work? I already made fabulous picture frames for the nursery, you would think that would be enticement enough. I will have to spoil Jefferson just a little more to bribe his mommy to post pictures on a regular basis. What's that you say? You want to see the frames. Well, OKAY! I had so much fun making them, I admit, I had a blonde moment trying to find the "perfect" frames, then realized I am letting the highlights grow out and it's no longer acceptable to rely on the faux blonde to cover up a duh-du-duh moment. So I took the wide matting out of two identical frames and VIOLA! I have the "perfect" frames, which can one day be frames for Master Jefferson with the wide matting re-inserted.
That's it for now! I am dratted out! I hope that sounds better than "pooped" out, but somehow I am beginning to doubt it and will be taking suggestions all week long for a substitute word! Juan is commenting on dinner status, duty calls!
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Drat, Rats and Lizards, OH MY!
I did it again, I said I wouldn't do it and indeed I did! I knew that I could do it, I knew it, I knew it. And when it came to do it, alas I failed again.
OK, enough of the My Fair Lady tirade. Short end of the stick, I haven't blogged since March 23rd! Crap. CORRECTION. Poop. CORRECTION. DRAT! So yes, I have absolved to the oblivion of using the "drat". After hearing your 4 year old nephew say "crap" and "poop", you begin to understand the mantra good mothers politely reinforce to their children to keep their language clean and clear and under control. Apologies, I have about a million commercials running top speed in my head today. In case you didn't catch that, "clean, clear and under control" is the "jingle" for Johnson and Johnson's Clean and Clear face wash product. But it fit so beautifully I couldn't but help myself to the silent entreaties to "borrow" their simple statement of clarity.
Between the movies and the commercials, something good is bound to pop into my psyche eventually. Ability to recount commercials, say so's, sweet nothings, and tunes from your favorite movies and incorporate each into your "saying of the moment" should lead one to believe I posses a vast intellect beyond all reason. The mind is a wonderful and imaginative thing. Mine appears to be dwindling lately due to the jargon of insurance freely invading my hard-drive and causing additional memory to be purchased (i.e. notebook and calendar to which even small tasks are recorded in order to help me remember the important things in life). One would hope, no even suppose, the jargon of my trade to politely delete and consume memory space reserved on behalf of movie theme songs, commercial jingles, sweet nothings and say so's, but alas, those remain unabashedly untouched.
Moral of the story, if you don't see me write in down, I won't be doing it. So, wait for me to write it down before you say one word more and you are guaranteed a smooth transition to completion. In short, I am becoming more like my mother. I now own 3 timers for cooking, none of which make much sense b/c I am of late constantly forgetting to set them. I have a MASSIVE purse to which everything must be stored, everything. Cannot blame my mother entirely for this one, in fact, that is entirely my own fault and obsession. I do take credit for passing this infectious disease to Lin-lee, so far my attempts to infect more around me have not yet hit decision making status in other's minds, instead I believe the infection is commonly referred to as "Kourtney OCD". I laugh. Yes, I do obsess, but not too much. I still maintain my sanity at 95%. Everyone needs a little cushion room, I figure 5% should be compulsory and sufficient.
Anyway, back to the reason I decided to blog today:
1) It's been forever
2) Jackie and Jason's baby Jefferson is SO PRECIOUS AND CUTE!
We were in Utah until just recently and I would like to blame my "blogcation" (thanks Meg, for the word) on such activities, however, I had full access to a computer at any given time and cannot therefore, accuse my Utah time of being culprit.
Jefferson is so cute. I will have pictures loaded sometime this week. Jackie is an amazing Mom already! She is so good with him. Jason gets mad at us for making him cry (hey, every infant needs TONS of pictures) and you can tell he will be a very protective father.
We were at his blessing and Jefferson was crying away, forcing lung capacity to maximum and instilling doubt in Jackie's mind he would willingly cooperate. Jason waited for a few seconds, rocking and lulling to no avail. He began the blessing and immediately Jefferson stopped utilizing his God-sent fully developed lungs. Not a few seconds later, IMMEDIATELY. I think we have a spiritual feeling addict on our hands. It was so sweet. And I really think it was the spirit inspiring and comforting little Jefferson, just as much as his Daddy's voice.
Okay, I will post pictures later, not enough time on my lunch break to get the dang, um nix that, not enough time to get those dratted pictures posted.
Love to all my suffering (hopefully uncontrollable fits of laughter in some parts) readers.
Oh, and being my Mom isn't a bad thing, just mentioning how you don't seem to figure out it's not bad to "become your MOM" until later in life and I find myself more and more attracted to trying to be just like her! Even if one of those quirky traits seems to be forgetting you are cooking every now and again.
OK, enough of the My Fair Lady tirade. Short end of the stick, I haven't blogged since March 23rd! Crap. CORRECTION. Poop. CORRECTION. DRAT! So yes, I have absolved to the oblivion of using the "drat". After hearing your 4 year old nephew say "crap" and "poop", you begin to understand the mantra good mothers politely reinforce to their children to keep their language clean and clear and under control. Apologies, I have about a million commercials running top speed in my head today. In case you didn't catch that, "clean, clear and under control" is the "jingle" for Johnson and Johnson's Clean and Clear face wash product. But it fit so beautifully I couldn't but help myself to the silent entreaties to "borrow" their simple statement of clarity.
Between the movies and the commercials, something good is bound to pop into my psyche eventually. Ability to recount commercials, say so's, sweet nothings, and tunes from your favorite movies and incorporate each into your "saying of the moment" should lead one to believe I posses a vast intellect beyond all reason. The mind is a wonderful and imaginative thing. Mine appears to be dwindling lately due to the jargon of insurance freely invading my hard-drive and causing additional memory to be purchased (i.e. notebook and calendar to which even small tasks are recorded in order to help me remember the important things in life). One would hope, no even suppose, the jargon of my trade to politely delete and consume memory space reserved on behalf of movie theme songs, commercial jingles, sweet nothings and say so's, but alas, those remain unabashedly untouched.
Moral of the story, if you don't see me write in down, I won't be doing it. So, wait for me to write it down before you say one word more and you are guaranteed a smooth transition to completion. In short, I am becoming more like my mother. I now own 3 timers for cooking, none of which make much sense b/c I am of late constantly forgetting to set them. I have a MASSIVE purse to which everything must be stored, everything. Cannot blame my mother entirely for this one, in fact, that is entirely my own fault and obsession. I do take credit for passing this infectious disease to Lin-lee, so far my attempts to infect more around me have not yet hit decision making status in other's minds, instead I believe the infection is commonly referred to as "Kourtney OCD". I laugh. Yes, I do obsess, but not too much. I still maintain my sanity at 95%. Everyone needs a little cushion room, I figure 5% should be compulsory and sufficient.
Anyway, back to the reason I decided to blog today:
1) It's been forever
2) Jackie and Jason's baby Jefferson is SO PRECIOUS AND CUTE!
We were in Utah until just recently and I would like to blame my "blogcation" (thanks Meg, for the word) on such activities, however, I had full access to a computer at any given time and cannot therefore, accuse my Utah time of being culprit.
Jefferson is so cute. I will have pictures loaded sometime this week. Jackie is an amazing Mom already! She is so good with him. Jason gets mad at us for making him cry (hey, every infant needs TONS of pictures) and you can tell he will be a very protective father.
We were at his blessing and Jefferson was crying away, forcing lung capacity to maximum and instilling doubt in Jackie's mind he would willingly cooperate. Jason waited for a few seconds, rocking and lulling to no avail. He began the blessing and immediately Jefferson stopped utilizing his God-sent fully developed lungs. Not a few seconds later, IMMEDIATELY. I think we have a spiritual feeling addict on our hands. It was so sweet. And I really think it was the spirit inspiring and comforting little Jefferson, just as much as his Daddy's voice.
Okay, I will post pictures later, not enough time on my lunch break to get the dang, um nix that, not enough time to get those dratted pictures posted.
Love to all my suffering (hopefully uncontrollable fits of laughter in some parts) readers.
Oh, and being my Mom isn't a bad thing, just mentioning how you don't seem to figure out it's not bad to "become your MOM" until later in life and I find myself more and more attracted to trying to be just like her! Even if one of those quirky traits seems to be forgetting you are cooking every now and again.
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