As football season quickly approaches, my title for today's entry really has nothing to do with football. My husband has a bit of school song envy. It appears that my song "On Wisconsin" gets used quite a bit in various other media outlets. For example, watch Disney's Robin Hood and you'll hear "On Wisconsin" being played after the bow and arrow competition. Also apparently in the Beach Boys song "Be True to your school," On Wisconsin is also played. He just doesn't understand the awesomeness that is the Badger state and does not understand why a great song such as "On Wisconsin" is used as often as it is. I keep telling him that Wisconsin is great but he's in denial. Oh well, eventually he'll see the light. :)
I'm looking forward to football season as I do every year. However, I definitely miss going to the games at Camp Randall and seeing my beloved band. Instead, I'm surrounding by fans of worthless nuts hearing them constantly complain on how much they got cheated in some way or other during whatever game they played the past week. I mean really, apparently every single referee in the country is out to get the Buckeyes...I'm not sure you were aware of that. And I'd like you all to know that according to Buckeye fans, their poo doesn't stink. The sun rises and sets according to Jim Tressel. You may think I'm overexaggerating but spend one minute with a true Buckeye fan and you'll soon see my point. It is nauseatingly disgusting and annoying. My advice to all those unmarried people out there, don't ever marry someone who doesn't love your football team as much as you. Do NOT marry someone who is a die-hard fan of your rival or a team you despise with everything that is in your being. Trust me on this, your marriage with go through rougher times if you do not heed my warning.
I'll leave you with this, "If you wanna be a Badger just come along with me, by the bright shining light, by the light of the moon, if you wanna be a Badger just come along with me, by the bright shining light of the moon!"
Monday, August 30, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
Not by the Hair on my chinny chin chin
"Little Pig, Little pig, let me in..." "Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin," replied the little pig. Or a different more favorable version, "Open up ham hocks or I'll chew on your face."
As I lay with my sweet baby Emma, I'm reminded of the "not by the hair of my chinny chin chin." I have failed miserably in the getting her to sleep by herself so now, she sometimes enjoys to hold on with a death grip to my chin/neck area. Perhaps she's just feeling out my jugular, in case I decide to leave her, she knows where to go for the kill! I do have to say though, as much as children can run you ragged, and by golly they can, there is nothing in life more precious than holding a sleeping baby or watching your children sleep. Perhaps as they get older, pure contentment comes with knowing you have a moments peace while they are resting. As a parent gazes lovingly on their sleeping child, with a smile of pure satisfaction as the Hallelujah Chorus rings triumphantly in their head, they know that just for a moment all is right with the world.
I know many of my posts have been about my children but in all honesty most of my inspiration for this blog seems to stem from them. So until something more awesome than them comes into my life, which I'll let you in a on little secret won't happen, I'll be blogging about them or whatever else comes to mind. So enjoy!
As I lay with my sweet baby Emma, I'm reminded of the "not by the hair of my chinny chin chin." I have failed miserably in the getting her to sleep by herself so now, she sometimes enjoys to hold on with a death grip to my chin/neck area. Perhaps she's just feeling out my jugular, in case I decide to leave her, she knows where to go for the kill! I do have to say though, as much as children can run you ragged, and by golly they can, there is nothing in life more precious than holding a sleeping baby or watching your children sleep. Perhaps as they get older, pure contentment comes with knowing you have a moments peace while they are resting. As a parent gazes lovingly on their sleeping child, with a smile of pure satisfaction as the Hallelujah Chorus rings triumphantly in their head, they know that just for a moment all is right with the world.
I know many of my posts have been about my children but in all honesty most of my inspiration for this blog seems to stem from them. So until something more awesome than them comes into my life, which I'll let you in a on little secret won't happen, I'll be blogging about them or whatever else comes to mind. So enjoy!
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
She thinks my tractor's sexy....
Alright, so my title today is from a stupid country song. However, right before I started my lovely blog today, Lily comes in the kitchen and says "I love playing with tractors...." It wasn't nearly as random as it sounds! She has a farm set thingy and she was playing with her tractor, which then prompted me to think of this ridicuously intelligence-deficient song.
Speaking of stupid country songs, since when did Billy Ray Cyrus become a movie star?? I mean seriously, he's not that great of an actor, and I just recently saw him in "The Spy Next Door" along with Jackie Chan. Why don't people just stick to what they do well? I don't mean to offend those out there that believe that Billy Ray has got a lot of mad skills when it comes to acting, it is just my opinion that he doesn't. However, I do believe he has an achy breaky heart, and I just don't think you'd understand.... :)
Onto other news...I'm seriously considering possibly transferring to OSU (gasp) and I did have a minor myocardial infarction as well when I typed that...anywho, I'd be going for nursing (hopefully). If I did happen to attend that blasphemous university, I'd for most certain be wearing my Cardinal and White proudly! :) Is that wrong? I will forever be a Badger, no matter what! Anyway, I'd be transferring there because I'd get a BSN (bachelors of science in Nursing) in the same amount of time as an ADN (associates degree in nursing). It's just food for thought---there's not a guarantee that I'd get accepted. They'd probably take one look and see I graduated from UW-Madison and reject me on the spot--those darn worthless nuts!
Alright, apparently I'm getting the kiddos ready for bed now, so I must be done with my rambling for the night. Until my next edition, adieu!
Speaking of stupid country songs, since when did Billy Ray Cyrus become a movie star?? I mean seriously, he's not that great of an actor, and I just recently saw him in "The Spy Next Door" along with Jackie Chan. Why don't people just stick to what they do well? I don't mean to offend those out there that believe that Billy Ray has got a lot of mad skills when it comes to acting, it is just my opinion that he doesn't. However, I do believe he has an achy breaky heart, and I just don't think you'd understand.... :)
Onto other news...I'm seriously considering possibly transferring to OSU (gasp) and I did have a minor myocardial infarction as well when I typed that...anywho, I'd be going for nursing (hopefully). If I did happen to attend that blasphemous university, I'd for most certain be wearing my Cardinal and White proudly! :) Is that wrong? I will forever be a Badger, no matter what! Anyway, I'd be transferring there because I'd get a BSN (bachelors of science in Nursing) in the same amount of time as an ADN (associates degree in nursing). It's just food for thought---there's not a guarantee that I'd get accepted. They'd probably take one look and see I graduated from UW-Madison and reject me on the spot--those darn worthless nuts!
Alright, apparently I'm getting the kiddos ready for bed now, so I must be done with my rambling for the night. Until my next edition, adieu!
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Here I go again on my own....
Alright for all 2 of you out there that are dying from anticipation for my next blog, here I go again.
As I have previously stated in my first post...which you can very easily go back and read, I have two darling children whom I would not trade for the world. However, I would like to add, never in my planning of having children did I ever think that I would be blessed with one who enjoys throwing themselves on the floor and attempting to bang their head on the ground(it is only an attempt, seeing as Emma is fairly intelligent she knows that nothing is really worth her self-inflicting pain---those are precious brain cells in there and she does not want to waste them on such silly matters as really banging her head on the floor). I walk in the door from work tonight...after working 12 gloriously long hours, to a delicious aroma of garlic and Sweet Baby Ray's BBQ sauce....(the husband made dinner---BBQ pulled pork...yum) anywho, I did not immediately get to enjoy my dinner. Since I had been away from Emma for 12+ (more like 13 hours), she felt (and let's be honest always feels) like she can not leave my side. Everytime I attempted to put her down to fill my face with some deliciousness that was Sweet Baby Rays, she would fuss and cry. I distracted her for all of 5 minutes with food of her own until I then walked out of the room...this then caused a terrible problem for my sweet little baby girl. It was total chaos after that until she fell asleep...she was not a happy camper.
I remember when I was younger and had several young cousins who used to throw themselves on the floor and bang their heads on the ground...why on earth a child would do that I'm not sure...but by golly Emma throws tantrums like the best of them! Perhaps it is a mixture of my stubbornness along with my husband's pigheadedness mixed with a bit of second child syndrome that causes these outbursts. But all I have to say is boy oh boy are they loud! It sounds as if she is getting bludgeoned to death as she lets out these blood curdling screams but in reality she just wants me to hold her and never let her down! Or sometimes it's she would like to wear a certain outfit or have something of Lily's that she can't, either way it is never a life or death situation. If she could only use some rational thought and express to me exactly what it is that she is needing, we could avoid these outbursts altogether, but alas she is only a mere year and half old...and rational thought is still about 25 years away! ;) So I must endure and remember that even in these trying times, she is one of the most beautiful babies in the world and God knew what He was doing when He gave her to me!
As I have previously stated in my first post...which you can very easily go back and read, I have two darling children whom I would not trade for the world. However, I would like to add, never in my planning of having children did I ever think that I would be blessed with one who enjoys throwing themselves on the floor and attempting to bang their head on the ground(it is only an attempt, seeing as Emma is fairly intelligent she knows that nothing is really worth her self-inflicting pain---those are precious brain cells in there and she does not want to waste them on such silly matters as really banging her head on the floor). I walk in the door from work tonight...after working 12 gloriously long hours, to a delicious aroma of garlic and Sweet Baby Ray's BBQ sauce....(the husband made dinner---BBQ pulled pork...yum) anywho, I did not immediately get to enjoy my dinner. Since I had been away from Emma for 12+ (more like 13 hours), she felt (and let's be honest always feels) like she can not leave my side. Everytime I attempted to put her down to fill my face with some deliciousness that was Sweet Baby Rays, she would fuss and cry. I distracted her for all of 5 minutes with food of her own until I then walked out of the room...this then caused a terrible problem for my sweet little baby girl. It was total chaos after that until she fell asleep...she was not a happy camper.
I remember when I was younger and had several young cousins who used to throw themselves on the floor and bang their heads on the ground...why on earth a child would do that I'm not sure...but by golly Emma throws tantrums like the best of them! Perhaps it is a mixture of my stubbornness along with my husband's pigheadedness mixed with a bit of second child syndrome that causes these outbursts. But all I have to say is boy oh boy are they loud! It sounds as if she is getting bludgeoned to death as she lets out these blood curdling screams but in reality she just wants me to hold her and never let her down! Or sometimes it's she would like to wear a certain outfit or have something of Lily's that she can't, either way it is never a life or death situation. If she could only use some rational thought and express to me exactly what it is that she is needing, we could avoid these outbursts altogether, but alas she is only a mere year and half old...and rational thought is still about 25 years away! ;) So I must endure and remember that even in these trying times, she is one of the most beautiful babies in the world and God knew what He was doing when He gave her to me!
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