I want want want (it's a song)

Mister and I run a grading/sprinkler installation/snow removal business. I am in charge of accounting. I am used to doing it, and I’m pretty good at it when I want to be. But I’m a disgruntled employee. My current whine: my desk. It’s a folding table that Mister went “Dumpster Diving” after at his old job in AK. Eww.
Here’s why I deserve a new desk:

• The “modern” gift for 7th wedding anniversary is a desk set. (Can you believe we’ve been married 7 Years?!)


• This one is icky.


• If this is where I make money for the business, I should be able to spend money from the business for it.


• I am good enough. I am smart enough. And by golly, people like me!


• I’ve saved $80 of my own.

Cute, huh?! The thing is, I really think the desk just bigger than this would be better. But it only comes in normal colors like wood. I love the red! So I guess it's a good thing that I don't have all the money yet since this isn't what I really want. But it's fun to dream!

Dancing Dramatics

Goob and I take a Mom&Me dance class every Thursday. We lost our permanent teacher in November and have had substitutes since then. And let me just say that it’s been, well, not so fabulous. I question why I even pay them money for what they offer. They turn on the same CD and we do the same thing every week. I lead and the teacher gets paid. But I do it because of the smile on Gooby’s face.
This week I decided that I needed to do something. I wrote an e-mail to the studio directors with some class suggestions. The response was that they are delighted with the class as it is. And since I am unhappy, they’d be happy to suggest other Mom&Me programs that we can go to. They’ll draw up the papers for me to sign to drop the class. In other words, I am politely being kicked out of a 2-year old dance class!
Ever hear the saying, “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned”? The way I see it, I’ve paid for the rest of the month. So I’m going to go to let the other moms know what’s happening: because of my critique, it was “suggested” that I leave. And I’ll suggest to them that they leave also.
But I suppose all’s well that ends well: we’re enrolled in a new program at the gym next door to dance! I hope she’ll love it. I am hoping that Goob’s smiles are because of the Mommy-time and not just dance class.

Introducing...

Since this whole blog thing is named for my little people, I thought I'd introduce them!A B C

A) Goob, age 2. She is a riot! She's started speaking English (as apposed to Chipmunk) and she just says the silliest things. "Hey! Wait for me!" "I want soda." "Later, Papa." Her hobbies include sucking her tumb, loving her blanket named Bubble, and loving her siblings so much that they both cry.

B) Noodle, age 4. I'll admit that when we're alone, she is SO wonderful. But with her little brother and sister around, she isn't the most pleasant. She prefers her ideas, desires, and ways. Most anything else just isn't acceptable. :P However, she is quite talented: she can answer the phone and talk to whom ever is calling, she is beginning to grasp reading concepts, she's a rockin' gymnast, and gives the best snuggles a mommy could ever need!

C)This is my "boyfriend," Mr. Magoo (6 mo). He is the sweetest little guy. His sisters adore him from 7am-8pm. Night time is iffy because he isn't quite sleeping all the way through yet. He enjoys rice cereal with a Similac mix-in, a warm bath, and singing.

avoiding responsibility

I am actually creating this entire thing because I am avoiding my "job." I just don't like doing accounting 1) this late at night. 2) by myself. 3) when I know that I'm not going to like the end result. I have Facebook-ed all I can stand. I've read friends' blogs. I did a little online window shopping. I've even counted the kids' piggy bank money for deposit. Some would say that I should just buckle down and get to work. I say: find something new to do! And here I am. :P