tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52456509223369935702024-02-07T22:16:42.550-08:00ReRe-RamblingsReRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938084025068231031noreply@blogger.comBlogger172125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245650922336993570.post-24891023284437759372018-04-18T11:58:00.004-07:002018-04-18T11:58:53.929-07:00Determined moms choose Jif!<div>
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This photo essay is a run down of determination to have a PB&J sammich for lunch! I call it "Determined, desperate moms choose Jif!"<br style="display: inline; font-family: Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" /> <br style="display: inline; font-family: Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" /> On my way home from the gym I got a craving for pb&j. I could taste it! I could feel the soft bread in my mouth!<br style="display: inline; font-family: Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" /> Right before I got home, I remembered we were out of peanut butter. Nooooo.<br style="display: inline; font-family: Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" /> I had Zumba legs and zero energy to walk very far so stopping at a legit groc<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-family: Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;">ery store was a no. So I pulled into Walgreens, praying it carried pb. Well I should have been more specific with my prayer and asked that they carry MY pb (I'm a Peter Pan girl).<br style="display: inline; font-family: Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" /> <br style="display: inline; font-family: Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" /> I get to the PB aisle and my choices are: Jif, Skippy and generic pb called "Nice."<br style="display: inline; font-family: Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" /> <br style="display: inline; font-family: Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" /> Umm the name "Nice" immediately turned me off. Nice?! Not yummy, or delicious? Nice, like the out of work weird dude you try to hook your friend up with. Pass.<br style="display: inline; font-family: Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" /> <br style="display: inline; font-family: Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" /> And Skippy...well I learned a long time ago that the name is telling you exactly what you should do with that pb...skip it. Ewww<br style="display: inline; font-family: Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" /> <br style="display: inline; font-family: Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" /> So I grabbed the Jif.<br style="display: inline; font-family: Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" /> <br style="display: inline; font-family: Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" /> I immediately opened it in the car.... I'm classy! And stuck my finger in it ala Puck from the Real World (Pedro is looking down in shame). I didn't want to get my hopes up and get home to be disappointed. So I had to try it. And I'm happy to report it was tasty. Not Peter Pan good, but good enough!<br style="display: inline; font-family: Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" /> <br style="display: inline; font-family: Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" /> So I got my sammich! I'm a happy girl!</span></div>
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<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike><br />ReRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938084025068231031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245650922336993570.post-62373393631726211712014-03-12T11:54:00.000-07:002014-03-12T11:54:04.234-07:00The bearded lady<b>River:</b> you have a beard!<br />
<b>Me:</b> um, no i don't.<br />
<b>River: </b>why not?<br />
<b>Me:</b> because i'm a lady. ladies don't have beards.<br />
<b>River: </b>why not?<br />
<b>Me:</b> because God didn't give me a beard.<br />
<b>River:</b> Daddy has a beard.<br />
<b>Me:</b> yes. he has patchy hair he calls a beard.<br />
<b>River:</b> Why does he call it a beard?<br />
<b>Me</b>: because he's delusional.ReRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938084025068231031noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245650922336993570.post-33627653345577576352014-03-04T08:57:00.001-08:002014-03-04T08:57:28.033-08:00My son, the super hero!My 3.5 year-old River has become obsessed with superheroes. And I must say I'm happy! Not because i'm a fanatic. but because the 2.5 year obsession with Thomas the Train was making me stabby. I wouldn't wish that "useful" engine on my worst enemy.<br />
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So in October I made a strategic plan to slowing push that engine into a deep deep tunnel far away: we did a spider man birthday party! for months I talked up Spiderman and how super cool he is. We had a blast at the party. And then daddy discovered old school spiderman episodes on Netflix (umm, the soundtrack for that show is super 70s adult movies -- if you know what i mean!)<br />
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So River is in super hero heaven. Lately he's been calling himself "Super River." He's dubbed me Super Mommy and he's dubbed little brother "Bad Boo Boo." Apparently little brother is the villain.<br />
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Today we took our pretend play to the next level by designing costumes and listing our super powers.<br />
I thought it would be fun to pass the time -- it's icy out. I thought River would enjoy it, but honestly i think enjoyed it more!<br />
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the best part was when Riv listed his powers to me. my favorite was "I can lift really heavy dog cages!" And i can vouch for him. He can. And he's told daily to stop lifting the dog cage!<br />
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i also liked when he scolded me for drawing a cape on Super River: "Why did you put that cape on me? I fly in a rocket! my rocket has fire."<br />
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I also realized Riv doesn't quite understand snark. He didn't understand when i told him my super powers consisted of stopping tantrums and cooking with little brother holding on to my leg!<br />
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This was a blast!<br />
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<br />ReRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938084025068231031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245650922336993570.post-11846972759090627212014-03-03T13:43:00.002-08:002014-03-03T13:43:36.984-08:00Wives before Bros, yo!<b>James: </b>there's an app called <a href="http://www.today.com/tech/ladies-beware-new-app-lets-guys-auto-text-their-girlfriends-2D12181957">Bro App</a> that i can get and have it send you messages at certain times.<br />
<b>ReRe:</b> Bro App? Like "why you mad, bro?!"<br />
<b>James:</b> yeah!<br />
<b>ReRe: </b>what kind of messages?<br />
<b>James:</b> like i'm thinking of you messages. i can set it up to send them to you every day at a certain time.<br />
<b>ReRe:</b> so you would schedule when to tell me you are thinking of me?!<br />
<b>James:</b> ......<br />
<b>ReRe:</b> hmmm. well i'll find an app that will schedule nice stuff for you too -- but i'll set it for once a year!<br />
<b>James:</b> ..... :(ReRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938084025068231031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245650922336993570.post-10596211336068891982014-02-26T08:46:00.002-08:002014-02-26T08:46:42.374-08:00This is how it started with Einstein!I know every parent thinks their kid is a genius. But I truly believe mine is! i make sure to tell him daily, especially in situations of extraordinary brain flexes such as this one:<br />
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<b>river:</b> (with his eyes closed) can brother see me?<br />
<b>me:</b> yes.<br />
<b>river:</b> why? I have my eyes closed.<br />
<b>me:</b> yeah, but he can still see you.<br />
<b>river:</b> because he has his eyes open?<br />
<b>me:</b> you are a genius!ReRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938084025068231031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245650922336993570.post-13550378431723115622014-02-24T10:46:00.002-08:002014-02-24T10:46:49.439-08:00What did you just call me?!Working in a nursing home means the hubs comes home with some interesting tales of what patients have said to him that day. His stories are often colorful when said patients don't realize he's married to a black lady. No peeps, those pics of brown kids on his desk aren't half Indian!<br />
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So the other day I teased hubs a bit when he used his aging patients as an excuse...<br />
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<b>James: </b>I think working with elderly folks has made my grammar worse?<br />
<b>ReRe:</b> huh?<br />
<b>James:</b> yeah, they always say words that aren't words any more or that aren't correct.<br />
<b>ReRe:</b> umm, no. you've always had terrible grammar!<br />
<b>James:</b> what?! what do I say wrong.<br />
<b>ReRe:</b> you use "seen" the wrong way!<br />
<b>James: </b>how?<br />
<b>ReRe: </b>'I seen this, I seen that.' ugh! it's bad.<br />
<b>James:</b> well, I blame the people i work with.<br />
<b>ReRe:</b> is that why you've been calling me colored lately?<br />
<b>James:</b> WHAT?! i don't call you colored!<br />
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i love to keep him on his toes!ReRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938084025068231031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245650922336993570.post-26156646471808396882014-02-21T08:59:00.003-08:002014-02-21T08:59:56.515-08:00out of hiding!man oh man! it's been nearly a year since i posted. i admit, i was scared of turning this into a "mommy blog." in my mind i'm a big deal with tons of fans, and i was so worried that my "fans" -- my Re-natics! -- would roll their eyes at all the aaron and river posts. i mean, come on, how many kid posts can one person handle. of course i tell myself that my kids are so darn cute and funny that no one could get tired of them....<br />
but then i find me locking myself in the bathroom and pretending i'm having tummy issues when it's really because i need a break from those cute kids! and then i realize, if i need a break, the web may too.<br />
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but then i said...<br />
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nah!<br />
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i'm a mommy. i have a blog. i may post about my kids. this is the life. but don't worry. i will still bring the goods about my favorite skinny meatless husband. my crazy lil bro. and i may even throw in some more crazy cousin keisha! (she is still crazy!).<br />
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how often will i post? ummm, i won't make any promises. i'm like a toddler and naps. some days i'll post. and some days i'll jump on the bed and scream "i'm spiderman and you are the bad guy. i want some chocolate. why is the grass not blue." that's life yo!<br />
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it feels good to be "back!"ReRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938084025068231031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245650922336993570.post-82171593460359069652013-03-20T07:42:00.000-07:002013-03-20T07:42:04.463-07:00Bring it on down to Pottyville!It's been a crazy 3 days in the Ramblings house thanks to something called potty training. I have no words to describe the process of potty training my kid. all i have to say is that all the attitude, sass and humor that he got from his mama definitely comes out when he replies to the question: do you have to go potty?<br />
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i've been reading up on potty training for 100 years to prepare for this journey. ok, not really 100 years -- but i'd suggest folks do that! i've found great tips online and from friends. some worked for us and some didn't. i've had to tweak and find our groove. <br />
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And part of that GROOVE has been throwing out the silly potty songs some parents like to sing, and make up our own! I admit that River is not quite a fan of our homemade songs, but he'll have to deal because they are too good.<br />
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Especially our favorite, which James wrote this morning when he was channeling his inner Justin Timberlake. <br />
it goes a bit like this: As long as I got my potty seat, i can sit down all night and pee -- let me show you a poop thing, let me show you a poop thing!<br />
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I thought it was catchy. River told us "stop singing. mama sing too much." <br />
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I told him he can have an opinion on my signing when he no longer uses diapers!<br />
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ReRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938084025068231031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245650922336993570.post-23536849809738079432013-03-11T06:12:00.000-07:002013-03-11T06:12:08.869-07:00Mic check...is this thing on?! I'm "back"looks like my last post was in June. JUNE! well, in my defense it was around the time i found out I was going to be a teen mom. ok, no really. but i did find out i was expecting again. so i blame a little mocha boy named Aaron Brooks for my absence. in June he made his presence known by striking me with the pukes, acid reflux and moodiness. and Ain't Nobody Got Time for Dat!<br />
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but i'm back and taking this blogging thing day by day.<br />
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here's a recap of this morning's convos with my dear hubby:<br />
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ReRe: Hey, you wanna get the banana peel and dirty dishes out of the bathroom<br />
James: oh yeah! These were supposed to be following me to the kitchen. <br />
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ReRe: I didn't sleep well last night. Between Aaron's grunting, River's snoring and your farting, it's just really hard. Y'all are really loud sleepers.<br />
James: i bet our sounds are funny!<br />
ReRe: unless you are sleep deprived...then they just tick you off.<br />
James: I never hear any of you farting in your sleep.<br />
ReRe: Because you can't hear over your own dang farts. <br />
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This morning is already off to a roll!ReRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938084025068231031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245650922336993570.post-15546169052228383202012-06-04T06:28:00.001-07:002012-06-04T06:28:33.987-07:00I heard it through the crazy vine!Here's a recap of recent of some convos heard around casa de ReRe Ramblings:<br />
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<strong>ReRe:</strong> Are you going to come move your plate from the table? This ain't the Waffle House.<br />
<strong>James:</strong> No, this is the Awful House...BWAHAHAHAH!<br />
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<strong>James:</strong> Are you interesed in seeing that movie Rock of Ages?<br />
<strong>ReRe:</strong> No.<br />
<strong>James:</strong> Because it's before your time? <br />
<strong>ReRe:</strong> No, it's because i'm black!ReRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938084025068231031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245650922336993570.post-49732975818071215882012-04-30T05:15:00.000-07:002012-04-30T05:15:50.519-07:00The makings of a black widowI admit I'm a girlie girl and do not hesitate to yell like one if I see a creepy crawler. I married James for many reasons -- and one of those reasons is to handle creepy crawlers. I thought he knew this, but i recently learned this was a wrong assumption (you know what they say about assuming).<br />
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The other day while cleaning out the tub I saw what can only be described as the lovechild between a crab and a scorpion. (I'm literally shuttering just typing that, ick!). It was maybe an inch long, but it looked like it was packing heat, so i did what any girlie girl would do....I SCREAMED AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS. <br />
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ReRe: AHHHH. BABY, BABY! COME HERE, QUICK, HELP! <br />
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My night and shining armor came running in the bathroom concerned. <br />
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<strong>James:</strong> What's wrong???<br />
<strong>ReRe:</strong> There, look, it's a bug. It has pincher and claws, kill it! KILL IT!!! What is it?<br />
<strong>James:</strong> Calm down. it's nothing. (he flushes it)<br />
<strong>ReRe</strong>: What was it? <br />
<strong>James:</strong> I don't know.<br />
<strong>ReRe:</strong> It had pinchers? What was it?<br />
<strong>James:</strong> I don't know. Did you seriously scream like that for a little bug. I ran in here and didn't even pause my video game and now I'm going to lose my pro status. Next time you scream like that it needs to be for something serious, like a black widow. <br />
<strong>ReRe:</strong> You know what? I'm about to be black widow!ReRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938084025068231031noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245650922336993570.post-32998930746930574202012-04-25T05:36:00.000-07:002012-04-25T05:43:39.205-07:00the crAzy TeamEver since James was a child he's been obsessed with the A-Team. He will randomly hum the song and sometimes when we're driving, he'll break out in A-Team talk like we are the A Team. This was the case yesterday. A plane flying over Flood Street apparently triggered his A Team bug and this conversation ensued: <br />
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<strong>James:</strong> Uh-Oh, we better go break out Murdock!<br />
<strong>ReRe:</strong> What? What are you talking about? <br />
<strong>James:</strong> We are the A-Team! Murdock is the crazy guy in the asylum. You are B.A., I'm Hannibal and River is Faceman because he's so cute.<br />
<strong>ReRe:</strong> What?! I have to be Mr. T? Why, because i'm black?! <br />
<strong>James:</strong> Well, i guess you could be Amy Allen, the reporter who'd hang with them sometimes.<br />
<strong>ReRe:</strong> You think?!<br />
<strong>James:</strong> And maybe i should be Murdock, the crazy guy.<br />
<strong>ReRe:</strong> YOU THINK?!ReRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938084025068231031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245650922336993570.post-8978694441700939152012-03-06T05:04:00.004-08:002012-03-06T05:10:30.623-08:00Homeland...where the crazies areI've recently (re)discovered Homeland. The prices aren't the best, but i like to pop in every once in awhile because it doesn't have the chaos and layer of wally that Walmart has. But even though Homeland may present itself as a more "upper-crust" grocery option, its cashiers are hot mess! a few weeks ago a teen cashier could barely contain himself when he told me my total was $4.20 (420, bwahahaha?!).<br /><br />But my encounter yesterday was even stranger.<br /><br />Me: How are you today?<br />Cashier lady: I'm treated the way i should be. Not given the respect i deserve. But i haven't been arrested!<br />Me: That's sad...and good. Is this the time where i give you my discount card to swipe?<br />Cashier (a little too excited): Let's do it! you're here, i'm here! Let's do this while we are both here!<br />Me: Ok...<br />Cashier (over the top excited): look! you save 20 cents, girl! you are raking it in hand over foot!<br />Me: Ok.<br /><br />I took my overprices salmon and baked Cheetos and ran to my car as fast as i could. at least in wally world i expect the crazy!<br /><br />But i am glad that Homeland employs folks on work release!ReRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938084025068231031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245650922336993570.post-53564875550248891722012-01-24T05:01:00.000-08:002012-01-24T05:05:19.661-08:00Deviled EggsI love when the hubby compliments my cooking. But i think this past Saturday he gave me a "compliment" that i just didn't know how to take.<br /><br />Saturdays are our mornings for big breakfasts. So as we settled down to scrambled eggs, pancakes and hashbrowns, James said:<br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>When we get to heaven, i hope you have to cook breakfast every day!</em></strong><br /><br />I guess he doesn't realize that if I have to cook breakfast every day, my guess is that i didn't make it to heaven!ReRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938084025068231031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245650922336993570.post-66370020027853220392012-01-23T05:34:00.000-08:002012-01-23T05:37:42.623-08:00H is for Hell<div>15 months ago i would have never understood the humor of this photo...but thanks to Mr. River James, i about peed my pants when i saw this. It's so dang true. My mocha munchkin has mastered all of these, but his specialty is H is for Hell</div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt7Rj6L8QLrUrouNhVN4Kd0gS7R5HXbrBtbX280nTQPa4fGWBsO0n_IeXnX6qU1Uds-tEqgWLaXUkX17Ma5OFCEif7mcfn1I7uvmfT3-D1z4rWVgQcGxWvEKvJY5Dvr9ycviFUFFSm-PE/s1600/baby+sleep+positions.jpg"><img style="width: 320px; height: 284px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700820804894067618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt7Rj6L8QLrUrouNhVN4Kd0gS7R5HXbrBtbX280nTQPa4fGWBsO0n_IeXnX6qU1Uds-tEqgWLaXUkX17Ma5OFCEif7mcfn1I7uvmfT3-D1z4rWVgQcGxWvEKvJY5Dvr9ycviFUFFSm-PE/s320/baby+sleep+positions.jpg" /></a></div>ReRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938084025068231031noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245650922336993570.post-8655025292226966082012-01-13T05:08:00.001-08:002012-01-13T05:25:09.059-08:00Potluck Friday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpCMg5QU0nPeNiN8Y54IN7R98_9xcylE3GbQto-0fKF_-8z1gvKrM0VE7wqOEnmAYXW3Fb-QK2FRD1OcTSJg6RloqWUBPKvXdRMWhrMTLK3z7J7e8cLZBIuENm4_C22X6vIKZw1Z3C7sc/s1600/potluck1.jpg"><img style="width: 297px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697102923643808050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpCMg5QU0nPeNiN8Y54IN7R98_9xcylE3GbQto-0fKF_-8z1gvKrM0VE7wqOEnmAYXW3Fb-QK2FRD1OcTSJg6RloqWUBPKvXdRMWhrMTLK3z7J7e8cLZBIuENm4_C22X6vIKZw1Z3C7sc/s320/potluck1.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Happy Potluck Friday!!!<br /><br /><ol><li>When i returned from the gym this morning i found James and River washing dog #2. I was surprised why this would be going on at 7 a.m. Well, apparently in what James describes as "sleep nagging" i tore him a new one last night about only washing one dog, so he set his alarm to get him and wash the other dog. At first i felt bad, but then it hit me: He doesn't listen to me when i'm "nagging" him when i'm awake, so why the heck would he listen to my sleep nagging?! I feel no guilt Mr. James! No guilt! Ladies, clearly sleep nagging is the way to get stuff done!<br /></li><li>Am i the only one who finds it odd and ironic that JC Penney is have a sheets sale in celebration of Martin Luther King Jr. Day? Seriously JCP?! Don't stop there, go ahead and offer deeper discounts on white sheets!<br /></li><li>Today is a sad day for me. I will be spending my lunch break watching the last episode of One Life to Live. Those who know me well, know how seriously sad I am. I'm mad at ABC<br />:( they should know by the tragedy that is the "The Chew" that canceling my stories to replace them with even worse shows is not a good idea. But what do i know? I'm just a chick who's been watching OLTL (that's what the cool kids call it) since the womb. I guess i can retire my VCR since i will have no need to tape anything again.<br /></li><li>According to a commercial i saw the other day Golden Corral has a chocolate fountain. So now buffet eaters can dip bananas, strawberries and dried out chicken in chocolate! I think this is a terrible idea and screams health scare. I mean, once i saw a kid groping the peaches at Golden Corral. This kid was elbow deep in the peach bowl just squeezing them. I went and found a worker and told her. She glanced over and of course the kid was gone and she said "I don't see anyone." Oh yeah lady, i forgot: if you don't see a kid groping the peaches, it didn't happen. Reason #4,593 buffets are icky.<br /></li><li>What's ReRe jamming this week? Adele, duh! Who's NOT jamming some Adele. Big Girls Represent. The song "Someone Like You" gives me chill. This girl can SANG!<br /></li></ol><br /><iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hLQl3WQQoQ0" frameborder="0" width="560" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>ReRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938084025068231031noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245650922336993570.post-65138392235183336122012-01-09T05:31:00.000-08:002012-01-09T05:42:46.524-08:00My White Girl is OutFor those of you who don't already know...i did it: i joined Pinterest. Yes, i let my inner white girl out to shine!<br /><br />But i'm gonna be honest. I don't really get the obsession. Have I found some awesome recipes that i can't wait to try? Yes. But outside of finding tasty recipes to pin to my "Yummy for My Tummy" board, i don't understand what else I'm supposed to do or what other folks are doing.<br /><br />I pinned a Hunger Games poster to my books board. But i have no idea why or what that's supposed to mean. Am i telling people that i can read? Am I telling people that i've read The Hunger Games? Am I telling people they should read The Hunger Games?<br /><br />Also the site is hecka slow at times. And am i supposed to also be posting my own recipes and crafts (yeah right!) so folks can pin those, or is there a Pinterest factory somewhere full of under paid workers who sit around making recipes and crafts to post to Pinterest?<br /><br />And don't get me started on the other things i can pin: pictures of outfits on skinny models, baby clothes, Caribbean vacations, etc. Is pinning a vacation of a tropical island a reminder that i want to go there? Well, i don't need a reminder --- i KNOW that i want/need a tropical vacation!<br /><br />A cute kids outfit? Do i pin this so i can make the outfit for River? Do i pin it so i can buy the outfit for River? Or is this a reminder to kidnap the kid modeling the outfit? (kidding! kidding!)<br /><br />I kinda get the crafts. It's like recipes. You plan to attempt to make those things. But i'm not fooling myself. I know I'm not crafty and i've never heard of half of the material needed for these crafts and i refuse to ask the cranky old ladies at Hobby Lobby to help me. But who knows, maybe after making my first dish (look out Wednesday Night Girls!) i may give a try at a craft...or i might buy something that looks similar and pretend i made it!<br /><br />Right now my inner white gal is still on the fence on how she feels about Pinterest, but she'll keep you posted!ReRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938084025068231031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245650922336993570.post-34040065744085592192011-12-30T04:58:00.000-08:002011-12-30T05:15:06.550-08:00Potluck Friday!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgenvKwKmHE-zQRaIwSjXeujMXUmjmbDCfoHSAE8joVZm-LQaYhLSa3M4kv44JX9W1XubJkRorGMN1xkAUI_C9XYaHDvsh2HO8WxDc44RxyOxgF9gsd4EFxwwL1aEDNZa11S9s6j6cLw7M/s1600/potluck1.jpg"><img style="width: 297px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691905096066718562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgenvKwKmHE-zQRaIwSjXeujMXUmjmbDCfoHSAE8joVZm-LQaYhLSa3M4kv44JX9W1XubJkRorGMN1xkAUI_C9XYaHDvsh2HO8WxDc44RxyOxgF9gsd4EFxwwL1aEDNZa11S9s6j6cLw7M/s320/potluck1.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Happy Friday!!!! the last Friday of 2011!<br /><br />So, as many of you know, last weekend James and I kept our 3 nieces (ages 8, 5, and 4). It was a magical weekend of baking cookie, watching Disney Channel (which i didn't even know i had) and making up answers to tons of questions because the true answers just didn't seem to be cutting it.<br />There were tons of highlights from all 3 girls, but it was my youngest nieces who truly stole the show, and it would be just wrong for me not to share some of those gems with my loyal readers.<br /><br />So, out of the mouth of a 4 year-old, here is a very special Potluck Friday:<br /><br /><ol><li>Along with gingerbread cookies, the girls and I also made cake balls. Strawberry cake with cream cheese icing! so as i was pulling the cake from the oven, my sweet young niece blessed me with this:<br />Niece: (standing behind me) That cakes smells good!<br />Aunt Re: Thank you!<br />Niece: But your butt doesn't! Come here girls (calling her sisters), come smell Aunt ReRe's butt.<br />Aunt Re: Let's not! That's gross.<br />Niece: (she bends over and points her butt at me) Your butt is bigger than mine. see?<br />Aunt Re: Thanks...i had no clue!<br /></li><li>The girls were just so intrigued by River's diaper changes. I got questioned about why he pooped his pants, why he did it so often and just WHY! Lil Niece was the most curious.<br />Niece: What's wrong with River's belly button.<br />Aunt Re: (i'm mid diaper change). Nothing is wrong with his belly button.<br />Niece: Uh huh. It looks funny.<br />Aunt Re (i realize she's not talking about his belly button): Oh, that's not his belly button. That's his private parts.<br />Niece: Why does it look like that?<br />Aunt Re: Because he's a boy.<br />Niece (shuttering in disgust): Ugh!<br />Aunt Re: hahaha! keep that attitude for as long as possible!<br /></li><li>Lil Niece's curiosity with Riv's bathroom behavior did not stop there. While i was finishing the cake balls in the kitchen -- because the girls abandoned me when they realized that the dipping part sounded funner than it actually is -- i heard Uncle "Bames" having the strangest conversation.<br />Uncle Bames: Poop is not a toy. Bring that poop back here.<br /><br />Before i knew it, Lil Niece was beside me in the kitchen, swinging around a walmart bag with a poopy diaper. You would have thought she had a bag full of money. she was so dang excited. So excited that she sang me a song.<br />Niece: I got the poop! I got the poop! I got the poop! (she sang this several times while twirling the bag with joy....it's the little things!)<br /></li><li>I don't know who she was proclaiming this to, but as Lil Niece was walking through the house, i heard her say (to no one in particular): Boogers are sticky like glue!<br /></li></ol>ReRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938084025068231031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245650922336993570.post-60455253472633617772011-12-26T06:35:00.000-08:002011-12-26T06:42:00.836-08:00Please turn to Apps 3:16Our new family Christmas tradition (new as in this year) is to read the Nativity Story before we open our gifts. We thought it would be a good way to further the message to our offspring that Christmas is not about 5,609 presents under the tree...or even cookies, but the birth of our savior.<br /><br />So anywhoo, it's time to bust out the story, and this is the conversation that ensued -- further proof that we are too reliant on technology:<br /><br />ReRe: Daddy, you wanna look up the Nativity story so we can read it and then we'll do gifts.<br />James: Yeah, but i'll have to unplug my phone first (his phone was playing Christmas Pandora)<br />ReRe: Why do you need your phone?<br />James: So I can pull up the Bible app.<br />ReRe: Just get a regular Bible.<br />James: We have those? Like a hard copy, printed out one?<br />ReRe: Umm....???? YEAH! Like 3 or 4 of them.<br /><br />I tell them where they are ....where we've kept them the last 7 years of marriage.<br /><br />James (carrying the Bible in his hand): this is what we'll use if our app ever goes down and we need to upload a new copy!<br /><br />Geesh!ReRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938084025068231031noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245650922336993570.post-48575071341924889092011-12-23T06:41:00.000-08:002011-12-23T07:06:18.361-08:00Potluck Friday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLBsL1qS_cAJr3dCPP-AHAyhRcIc7mh6iqKI0IuRvpeCiFevfcMdSwKSZz2lJFdl46qrBh1tOECMzRbAeAus4BdZBZO5Lf9ZdVHpSm5HdRRio6mE1uysOSw4WkuJ2T0JnVydLbkyWFGfU/s1600/potluck1.jpg"><img style="width: 297px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689334019755810994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLBsL1qS_cAJr3dCPP-AHAyhRcIc7mh6iqKI0IuRvpeCiFevfcMdSwKSZz2lJFdl46qrBh1tOECMzRbAeAus4BdZBZO5Lf9ZdVHpSm5HdRRio6mE1uysOSw4WkuJ2T0JnVydLbkyWFGfU/s320/potluck1.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Happy Potluck Friday and Christmas Eve Eve!<br /><br /><ol><li>This is an exciting day! I will have 6 extra feet running around my kitchen today. My 3 nieces are coming to spend the night and we are going to be baking up a storm. Part of me thinks i'm crazy, but the other part is so freaking excited (ask me at 10 p.m. which part i should have listened too!) Riv is so excited. Right now he's showing his excitement by screaming on the kitchen floor. Oh wait, that's not excitement. He's ticked because i wouldn't let him play with steak knife he spotted on the cabinet. Mean mommy.<br /></li><li>Christmas has br0ught on some hilarious conversations with my hubby. While watching "Mike and Molly" this week (love that show! Big girls represent!) We were laughing at Mike rushing around trying to find a gift for Molly, who was dropping tons of hints...that he didn't pick up on. This is soooo James. After 8 years, he still has no clue what to get me for birthdays or Christmas, whereas i listen to him gab all year and have plenty of ideas when occasions come upon us. This year we decided to do a couple's gift -- a new laptop. So that saved James hunting for a gift for me:<br />ReRe: Are you glad we did a couple's gift so you don't have to be like Mike<br />James: Oh yeah.<br />ReRe: Why does picking a gift for me make you so stressed.<br />James: Because it's a lot of pressure. I want you to know that i've been listening to you all year and know exactly what you want or need......but i don't listen to you.<br /><br />At least he's honest!<br /></li><li>Another Christmas gem of a conversation happened last night when i was guilting him about not getting around to putting lights on our house 2 years in a row (last year we had a 2 month old so i gave him an out, but there's no excuse for this year!). So as we pull out of our driveway, i point to the neighbors house across the street and start the guilting:<br />ReRe: See, they have lights on their house. Sure is pretty. I wish someone would put lights on my house.<br />James: Yeah, they have lights on their house. But that's not what Christmas is about. It's not about giant blow up reindeer with lights. Nope. They may have lights on their house...but we have lights in our heart! That's what it's about.<br />ReRe: Did you seriously just say "lights in our hearts"?!<br />James: Yep. Lights in our hearts.<br /><br />So we spent the rest of the evening driving by houses that had huge light displays and saying "Their hearts are dim inside. No lights in their hearts!" hahahhaa<br /></li><li>Epic fail of the week goes to the "great" governor of Oklahoma, Mary Fallin. Clearly Mary has never had a sick newborn, or uncomplicated birth. That's the only reason i can think of that would explain why she thinks signing a bill that allows an insurance company to deny coverage to a newborn. Thank goodness this wasn't in effect when I had River, who spent a week in NICU. I've never been more grateful for insurance or realized the importance of it. We are still paying off our portion of the NICU bill (counting down the days until May 15th ...my last payment), i can't imagine if we would have been responsible for the whole enchilada. Fail Mary Fallin. this is reason #4,839 why Jari Askins should have won. Boo!<br /></li><li>What's ReRe jamming this week? "Good Feeling" by Flo Rida<br /><br /></li></ol><br /><iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3OnnDqH6Wj8" frameborder="0" width="560" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>ReRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938084025068231031noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245650922336993570.post-73643848102725544392011-12-22T05:05:00.000-08:002011-12-22T05:17:27.574-08:00Color Me SaddPandora needs to stop playing Color Me Badd's "I Wanna Sex You Up" in the mornings when i'm trying to work out. I love the song too dang much to skip it, but it's just really not a good workout song. Why? For one it's too slow and i find myself slowing down on the elliptical or walking crazy slow on the track.And for two, i can't NOT sing the dang song...and i doubt 70 year-old dude on the track this morning appreciated me belting out "Come inside take off your coat, I'll make you feel at home..."<br /><br />But honey badger don't care and i sang the whole dang song! It took me back to 1991...that was my jam. But listening to this song this morning made me realize two things:<br /><br /><ol><li>It's very inappropriate that "I Wanna Sex You Up" was my jam in 1991...considering i was TEN years old!<br /></li><li>And Bryan Abrams (lead singer dude who enjoys punching ladies in the face in Oklahoma City bars and became Color Me Sadd) sounds like a girl!</li></ol><p>But despite those things...there is no denying that this song is the JAM!</p><p>(FUN RERE FACT: in 1992 i met Color Me Badd at Will Rogers Airport! I came in on a late night flight from visiting my daddy and they were there getting their luggage. I lost my mind!!! Besides marrying James and birthing the River Monster, this is definitely one of my proudest moments --i hear you judging me!)</p><p>Have a great day...and enjoy!</p><p> </p><br /><br /><iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WDVaMfmbtKk" frameborder="0" width="560" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>ReRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938084025068231031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245650922336993570.post-87720156519409006982011-12-19T05:19:00.001-08:002011-12-19T05:29:47.999-08:00There's a white girl trapped inside me<div>Folks who know me well, know that there's not a creative bone in my body. I don't sew, paint, craft, do beadery, etc. There's a reason why God blessed me with a boy....he knows i'd lose my mind if i had to coordinate outfits with big headband bows! It just ain't my thang.</div><div> </div><div>BUT motherhood has given me crafty impulses hear and there. I bought one of those icing bags so i could make homemade cupcakes for River's first birthday party. and i even painted him a shirt that said "BIRTHDAY BOY" with a giant pumpkin on the front. So yeah, i've had my moments. And i had another one of them this weekend. </div><div> </div><div>Riv and i got crafty and made some very special Christmas ornaments for his PaPa and Grandmas. I'll admit that I was pretty darn proud of myself! Riv was proud of his mama too, so proud that "he" sent a text to Ms. T to tell her that his mama got crafty:</div><div> </div><div>Riv: Look what my mama made!</div><div>Ms. T: Wow!</div><div>Riv: I know! Can you believe SHE got crafty?!</div><div>Ms. T: That's crazy. I knew there was a white girl trapped inside of her!</div><div>Riv: Next stop Pinterest!</div><div> </div><div>No promises on the Pinterest thing! I don't know if my crafty flag is ready to fly quite that high. I think if Pinterest had a whole bunch of black folks on there it would be filled with recipes for collard greens (with and without neckbones), 101 ways to braid and bead your kid's hair and step-by-step directions on how to put your light bill in your 10 year-old's name....this was "crafting" was in my house! </div>ReRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938084025068231031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245650922336993570.post-89317310846313186742011-12-15T05:12:00.000-08:002011-12-15T05:13:40.782-08:00Crap girls say!This video is so funny....because it's so TRUE!<br /><br /><br /><iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/u-yLGIH7W9Y" frameborder="0" width="560" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>ReRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938084025068231031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245650922336993570.post-13528520716924275352011-12-12T05:14:00.000-08:002011-12-12T05:16:56.691-08:00EVERYONE has Facebook!We watched the following video at church yesterday and it made me smile, cry, laugh and get goosebumps all at once. LOVE it!<br /><br /><br /><iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sghwe4TYY18" frameborder="0" width="560" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>ReRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938084025068231031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245650922336993570.post-22270056906545202732011-12-09T04:42:00.000-08:002011-12-09T05:11:14.181-08:00Potluck Friday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq9Cm30dz3xpEXb4l1wh8aRJ8VQ3-8GD997nAJYEWvRwQP_hRblJF7oQvNgKnDao9n7whAnZfVeQ1fszv7993jx7GiRiT82pOoHtzVXxpjL9E2n19c3mhO9fQUjpdz468UwgkzVs0C2fc/s1600/potluck1.jpg"><img style="width: 297px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684108227446842450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq9Cm30dz3xpEXb4l1wh8aRJ8VQ3-8GD997nAJYEWvRwQP_hRblJF7oQvNgKnDao9n7whAnZfVeQ1fszv7993jx7GiRiT82pOoHtzVXxpjL9E2n19c3mhO9fQUjpdz468UwgkzVs0C2fc/s320/potluck1.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Happy Friday!!!<br /><br /><ol><li>So please explain to me why texting and driving is unsafe, but Norman PD on laptops and driving is safe? Actually, i understand why texting and driving is unsafe...but i'm still at a loss as to how our (wo)men and blue can justify how looking on a laptop while maneuvering down Flood Ave. is safe. I saw this with my own eyes this morning. Me and Mr. PoPo side by side going about 30 down flood. Every time i glanced his way, he was looking at his laptop, using one hand to drive, the other to tap on his computer. Me thinks this be unsafe.<br /></li><li>I saw the preview for the best thing ever: Celebrity Wife Swap! Wait, it gets better...Flava Flav will be on it. 1) I didn't even know he had a wife (WHO married him!) and 2) I can't wait for him to order his new wife to polish all his clocks daily!<br /></li><li> In the last two weeks i've received more evidence that i'm getting old. Both realizations came from two of the kiddos i work with. I was showing one of my Littles a picture of Riv dressed like Mr. T for Halloween.<br />Little: Who is he supposed to be<br />ReRe: Mr. T<br />Little: Who is Mr. T?<br />ReRe: You know, the guy from that old show The A Team. gold chains? Mohawk? Big black dude in army pants?<br />Little: I've never heard of him.<br />ReRe: Well, back in the day he was like...like The Rock. Super strong, tough guy.<br />Little: The Rock? Ohhh, you mean that old wrestler dude?<br />Geesh, even my "current" pop culture references are old<br /><br />And the later in the week i made a Pee-Wee Herman reference and a 14 year-old said "Who's that?" yet, she made a reference to the show "Good Times" ??? Um, ok?!<br /></li><li>What's Riv doing right now as mommy blogs? He is shoving hand fulls of cheerios into the dog's mouth (these cheerios are ones he has already sucked on).<br /></li><li>When i get married again (to James of course), i'm going to walk down the aisle to this song by Bruno Mars. I can't help but to smile and feel like a giddy girl in love when i hear it.<br /><br /><br /></li></ol><br /><iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8lqF_huno40" frameborder="0" width="560" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>ReRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938084025068231031noreply@blogger.com0