Here are a few recent quotations from the funniest little girl I know.
Jillian holding a valentine card says, "This card is for me. It says; Dear Jillian, thank you for all of the wonderful things you do. In Jillian's name, Amen."
Me: "Jillian, do you want waffles for breakfast?"
Jillian: "Indeed Mama."
Jillian at the grocery store picks up some gogert and asks someone else, "Is it okay if I have this?" The woman shrugs her shoulders and walks off. Jillian then puts it in our cart and motions with her head at the other lady and says, "she said I could have this."
"Boo says he just DOES want a spank."
Jillian: "You smell like cabbage."
Zack: "YOU smell like cabbage."
Jillian: "Your mom smells like cabbage."
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
The table
So after watching Julie/Julia and reading the Brandy(s) derby blog I figured it was time to get back into the swing of things for my two blog followers who I'm sure have been anxiously waiting for the follow up to my last entry for almost a year. After being creeped out by my secret blog following on my infamous myspace blog I got out of the habit of updating my life in blog form on a regular basis. Here's what' on my mind today...
You know some people think of me as old fashioned, I know that might surprise a few of you ;) and here is why. I was wiping down the table his morning before breakfast and I noticed that it wobbles really bad and some of our chairs are partially broken. When Chris and I first moved in together we didn't have much of anything, especially furniture. My sister and brother in law were nice enough to give us an extra table they had that someone had donated to them after their house fire. I was thrilled to have a table, not having one was just not an option for me. Where would you eat if not at the table? Eating on the couch is only something you do when watching movies or football games, right? No?
You see, growing up we ate dinner as a family at the table every night (minimum of 5 days a week) My mom has had the same job for 30 some odd years now and in retail you can't exactly count on a set schedule. Sometimes she wouldn't get off work until nine at night and in she would come dead tired and hang her purse on the closet door knob and get to work on that tuna helper. when it was done we would all sit down at the table and eat together. My dad would always ask with a grin , "April, what was the highlight of your day?" and he would listen with his silly grin and of course ask silly questions about school and my friends or latest boyfriend or how my dance classes were going. My mom mostly wanted to know about school and friends or band. If either of us had a dinner guest they would sit on the right of me or the left of my sister. It was awkward for some of my friends to come over because they NEVER ate at the table with their families. After one time they wanted to come back. Dinner was the glue that held my family together. Through my wild teen years, awkward tween years and awesome single digits I knew that I could always count on dinner with my family. I also knew that if my mom served green beans or mac and cheese that my dad would NOT eat them.
So you see, not having a table was not an option for me. Only I didn't know how to cook. I would pour myself over cookbooks and make grocery lists based or recipes I would try that weekend when we had the boys (Chris worked swing shift at the time and all Jillian ate was milk so I guess I broke the rules and she ate on the couch) After awhile I got a little better at cooking but not great. One time we weren't going to eat together, I don't remember why and I told the boys that and they both were visibly upset. I asked why and they told me that they liked eating as a family. I repeat TEENAGE BOYS LIKE EATING AS A FAMILY. I was shocked too.
Mr. Castle started working day shift almost a year ago and we eat dinner every night as a family and Sunday breakfast is a big deal around here too. We make time for it between youth group, roller derby, Jillian's dance class and the gym. My kids love it and so do I. When I tell people that they always seem impressed and throw some statistic out about how people that eat as a family have kids who have higher self esteem and get better grades or whatever. We don't do it for statistics or better grades or any of that stuff. We do it because that's what families do.
You know some people think of me as old fashioned, I know that might surprise a few of you ;) and here is why. I was wiping down the table his morning before breakfast and I noticed that it wobbles really bad and some of our chairs are partially broken. When Chris and I first moved in together we didn't have much of anything, especially furniture. My sister and brother in law were nice enough to give us an extra table they had that someone had donated to them after their house fire. I was thrilled to have a table, not having one was just not an option for me. Where would you eat if not at the table? Eating on the couch is only something you do when watching movies or football games, right? No?
You see, growing up we ate dinner as a family at the table every night (minimum of 5 days a week) My mom has had the same job for 30 some odd years now and in retail you can't exactly count on a set schedule. Sometimes she wouldn't get off work until nine at night and in she would come dead tired and hang her purse on the closet door knob and get to work on that tuna helper. when it was done we would all sit down at the table and eat together. My dad would always ask with a grin , "April, what was the highlight of your day?" and he would listen with his silly grin and of course ask silly questions about school and my friends or latest boyfriend or how my dance classes were going. My mom mostly wanted to know about school and friends or band. If either of us had a dinner guest they would sit on the right of me or the left of my sister. It was awkward for some of my friends to come over because they NEVER ate at the table with their families. After one time they wanted to come back. Dinner was the glue that held my family together. Through my wild teen years, awkward tween years and awesome single digits I knew that I could always count on dinner with my family. I also knew that if my mom served green beans or mac and cheese that my dad would NOT eat them.
So you see, not having a table was not an option for me. Only I didn't know how to cook. I would pour myself over cookbooks and make grocery lists based or recipes I would try that weekend when we had the boys (Chris worked swing shift at the time and all Jillian ate was milk so I guess I broke the rules and she ate on the couch) After awhile I got a little better at cooking but not great. One time we weren't going to eat together, I don't remember why and I told the boys that and they both were visibly upset. I asked why and they told me that they liked eating as a family. I repeat TEENAGE BOYS LIKE EATING AS A FAMILY. I was shocked too.
Mr. Castle started working day shift almost a year ago and we eat dinner every night as a family and Sunday breakfast is a big deal around here too. We make time for it between youth group, roller derby, Jillian's dance class and the gym. My kids love it and so do I. When I tell people that they always seem impressed and throw some statistic out about how people that eat as a family have kids who have higher self esteem and get better grades or whatever. We don't do it for statistics or better grades or any of that stuff. We do it because that's what families do.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
afternoon out
Okay so our family decided that it would be a good idea to go to Smallwoods harvest for the afternoon. For those of you who don't know Smallwoods is a petting zoo with farm animals and a small playground with lots of photo ops. Anyway we pull up and Jillian is all kinds of excited about getting to ride a trike and pet the animals. She had a great time and C3p0 (my son) Thought it was the coolest thing ever! All until we entered the petting zoo portion. We had our little bags of food and there were plenty of eager animals with ruminate stomachers salivating from their smelly cages. Then I saw it! Among all of the split hoofed farm animals in cages roamed free a giant,disgusting, blue waddled TURKEY.
My handsome husband pointed and laughed, he clearly is aware of my extreme dislike for all live poultry. My stepsons walked over to it, one of them pushing the stroller with my beautiful baby boy in it. The Turkey took to them. It walked up and got close when I yelled something along the lines of "KEEP THE CREEPY TURKEY AWAY FROM MY CHILD" They laughed it off and moved the stroller so I could stop hyperventilating.
It must have been their noxious french whoresque cologne what attracted it to them but the damn thing followed the boys around the ENTIRE FREAKING TIME WE WERE THERE! They thought it was funny to follow me around while the Turkey followed them around glaring at me and puffing his feathers up at me. The boys were even able to pet that fowl, vile, obnoxious excuse for an animal.
Jillian was afraid to feel the animals from her hands but threw the food down. Everyone had a great time... Everyone except for me. I felt stalked and harassed and every time I thought that I would be able to relax and just enjoy myself I hear and faint gobbling noise about ten feet away and I had to protect my small children from it.
If I were on my death bed surrounded by friends and family and I had one dying breath to say an sentence it would most like be "KEEP THAT EFFING STUPID AND DEMENTED BIRD AWAY FROM ME!" And then I would die a completely uncomfortable death all because some damn bird that to get up in my BIzNAS! I imagine THERE to be a lot of poultry in hell, and snakes.
My handsome husband pointed and laughed, he clearly is aware of my extreme dislike for all live poultry. My stepsons walked over to it, one of them pushing the stroller with my beautiful baby boy in it. The Turkey took to them. It walked up and got close when I yelled something along the lines of "KEEP THE CREEPY TURKEY AWAY FROM MY CHILD" They laughed it off and moved the stroller so I could stop hyperventilating.
It must have been their noxious french whoresque cologne what attracted it to them but the damn thing followed the boys around the ENTIRE FREAKING TIME WE WERE THERE! They thought it was funny to follow me around while the Turkey followed them around glaring at me and puffing his feathers up at me. The boys were even able to pet that fowl, vile, obnoxious excuse for an animal.
Jillian was afraid to feel the animals from her hands but threw the food down. Everyone had a great time... Everyone except for me. I felt stalked and harassed and every time I thought that I would be able to relax and just enjoy myself I hear and faint gobbling noise about ten feet away and I had to protect my small children from it.
If I were on my death bed surrounded by friends and family and I had one dying breath to say an sentence it would most like be "KEEP THAT EFFING STUPID AND DEMENTED BIRD AWAY FROM ME!" And then I would die a completely uncomfortable death all because some damn bird that to get up in my BIzNAS! I imagine THERE to be a lot of poultry in hell, and snakes.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Okay so almost every morning and you can ask almost anyone I work with, when something good happens I say "It's the best day ever!" AND when I have a really good day the next day I say "It's the best day ever part deux!" Hence whey I named my blog "It's the best day ever part deux!" Hope you guys like it! I'm not gonna lie I write some pretty kick ass blogs as my old myspace followers know so buckle up it's gonna be an awesome ride!
Who is Mrs. Castle? I'll tell you who, ME! I'm a mom of two and and a step mom of two more! I'm also a working my/aspiring writer/aspiring marathon runner who is always unsucessfully on a diet! I'm creative, interesting, and completely rad! Often known for my rants and optimism which is an odd combination, I hope to bring some fun to the table. I will apologize right now for my spelling and grammar, it's been awhile since I've been in school.
I hope you guys enjoy!
Who is Mrs. Castle? I'll tell you who, ME! I'm a mom of two and and a step mom of two more! I'm also a working my/aspiring writer/aspiring marathon runner who is always unsucessfully on a diet! I'm creative, interesting, and completely rad! Often known for my rants and optimism which is an odd combination, I hope to bring some fun to the table. I will apologize right now for my spelling and grammar, it's been awhile since I've been in school.
I hope you guys enjoy!
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