Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Swine Flu, I OWN You.

The President declares some kind of disaster regarding H1N1 and my response to Fred was "Yeah, and what's that got to do with me? I have it!" Turns out I won't be getting any kind of stimulus check, just the knowledge that the Pres cares about my health. Kind of.

Well, Pres, I don't really think its an epidemic. Sure, people die from it. People die crossing the street too and THAT is an epidemic if you've ever driven downtown on a Husker game day. In fact, if given the choice in the future, I will hands-down take H1N1 over any of the other flu viruses.

A virus that just makes you want to sleep? Sign. Me. Up.

Only next time maybe Fred won't leave me at home with a sick two year old all day long. Internets, just between you and me, I'm going to tell you a little secret. I have NO earthly idea what Elliot did all day on Thursday - I was so out of it. Sure, I cracked an eye now and then and craned my neck to get a general location on the kid. But I really didn't do much more than that. I'm guessing I made him lunch? Surely I fed him...

I do know I did the best I could considering the piggies inside me were in full swing of wanting me to sleep, sleep sleep. And I know that because he's still alive and begging me to watch him play trains (more on that some other day).

So here I am, almost a week later and doing good. A friend asked me if the pigs are out of my body yet. My response? Only the one that eats Oreos by the handful is left, so yeah, I guess.

Monday, October 19, 2009

Monday Evening Chuckle

For those of you not around Elliot, he does this great "oooueehhh" noise whenever he's excited - kind of that sucking-air-in noise you make when something takes you off guard. You'll need to know that to make this funnier.

A & E: (Sitting on couch. A Disney World commercial comes on.)
E: Oooueehhh!
A: What is that?
E: Mikey Mouse House. Castle.
A: You're right. We're going to go there, huh?
E: Oooueehhh! Yessssss. On airplane?
A: Yes, on an airplane.
E: Oooueehhh! In a little bit?
A: It's going to be a while.
E: Yeah, a while.
A: Like when its Daddy's birthday.
E: Oooueehhh! Daddy hasa berfday?!

- - - - 5 Minutes Later - - - -

Elliot is standing on the ottoman singing Happy Birthday to Fred.

Friday, October 16, 2009

Baby Steps: A Pumpkin Patch Story

I have never been in a pumpkin patch. (That I'm aware of... mom, correct me if I'm wrong.) Last year, I was excited to go and as most of you know - we went to the farm but didn't get to the patch.

We worked our our plan for this year. Within minutes of getting out of the truck we were going to be ON that hay rack headed directly to the pumpkin patch. Bypass the silly buildings, skip the goats and chickens - it's Pumpkin or Bust, Baby!

Around 6:20pm last night, we pulled into Roca Berry Farm - home to strawberries in the spring and pumpkins in the fall - and climbed out of the truck and into the muddy abyss. Handed over our tickets and were informed that the LAST hay rack was going out soon so we smirked in a heh, try to screw us over this year, Roca way and piled onto the trailer.

Pulls out and off we go.
And we keep going.

I, trying not to panic, think - oh, I bet its a type of rotation where they don't want everyone to constantly be in one particular patch. Yes, uh-huh.

But we kept going. And going.
And passing glorious pumpkins along the way.
Then we turned around. What?
It's too muddy for people to be in the patches.

In a tiny moment of despair I looked out to see the baby pumpkins in the patch stating for anyone listening to hear me say "But those are perfectly sized for Elliot!" There was no stopping this hay rack. Chug, chug, chug - the tractor pulled us right back to where we started.

Then Mr. I-Like-To-Ruin-Your-Day jumped off the tractor and informed us that they had essentially just closed because the sun set.

The Seckman's left without actually getting into a pumpkin patch.
The Seckman's left without a pumpkin.

Baby steps, people.

Next year, Roca. Next year you are MINE.
And I will not be leaving without a pumpkin.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Shameless Self-Promotion

If you're looking for something to do - I'm involved in the 'Front Porch Friends' sale here in Lincoln. If you go to the sale you'll find a variety of handmade items and mine will be thrown in the mix as well.

My items are pincushions, pajama sets (size 12-18m), coasters, crayon bags, trick-or-treat bags and flower lapel pins.

Other items are pottery, rug hooking, candles, gourds, etc. But - come on, my stuff sounds WAY cooler, right? Right?!

Friday's hours are 9am - 7pm and Saturday's hours are 9am - 3pm
Sale is located in the Southwood area: 5000 Tipperary Trail

Monday, October 12, 2009

Popularity Contest

For some reason, I have 'Popular' from the Wicked soundtrack running through my head today. Running and running and running.

While that is somewhat annoying (but it is a great song and even better musical), it led me to a quick google search where I found this fun little website to determine my family's popularity.

It seems I made a smart move in my goal to be the Most Common Named Person Ever (no, not really) by ditching Wenciker - 53,448th most popular - for Seckman - 21,903rd most popular. Yay me! Err, I mean us... yay us!

Elliot ranked 582nd; Freddie is 299th and I am 33rd (WINNER!).

Where are you?

Sunday, October 11, 2009

50, L, cincuenta

No matter how you say it - 50 is a big number. Especially when its the anniversary of two lovely people known to us as Grandpa Chuck and Grandma Judy. Their known to others as mom and dad, the Sears Store owners, Charles and Judith, Aunt Judy and Uncle Chuck, that Morrissey family - you name it, they've been called it.

Those two crazy kids got married 50 years ago this Saturday.

What else is celebrating their 50th Anniversary?
1. The Hovercraft
2. The first seamless aluminum beer can
3. Barbie
4. Space Monkey
5. Twilight Zone

For a variety of reasons, Chuck and Judy are my favorite thing (they're married, and that's a "thing" right?) celebrating 50 years in 2009. And, these other things didn't invite me to a party with cake so they pretty much suck anyway.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

No Victor = No Anna

I could hardly believe what I was hearing when Judy called last night - Eric Braeden is leaving The Young and the Restless. Say what?

He's been Victor Newman since 1980 - dang near longer than I've been alive. And, if the rumors are right its all about the money.

He's Victor freakin' Newman!
You can't lowball him - he IS Genoa City!
He can't just disappear from GC... who will Jack fight with?
I mean, really, he just got Colleen's heart!?!!

As I have done various times in the past, I will QUIT watching that show if they simply replace Victor with another actor.

Only this time I'm serious.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Its a Serious Business

Its a normal occurrence around our house to hear a parent-figure of the home's single child ask whether or not poo is currently residing in the back of his diaper.

Its also a normal occurrence for the answer to always be no.

With that in mind, I think you'll see the hilarity of this.

A few nights ago, Elliot was performing - climbed on the ottoman and was singing into his microphone (read: booger-sucker thing) - and suddenly stopped, bending over the microphone.

Me: Elliot, what's up?
E: I not! I seengin.
Me: Huh? What are you doing?
E: I MAKIN POOPIE!!! (pauses and looks at me) OKAAAAAY?

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Thinking Thursday

So I have this blog that I read pretty religiously that if it weren't for the threat of copyright (or thought-right) infringement I wouldn't even reference it only because I know that most of my readers will be appalled even by its name, let alone the crass language she uses on a regular basis. That, my friends, is exactly why I love to read it. If you want to read it, and are over age 18 and promise not to hold it against me, you can click here.

Anyhoot. She was going on a tangent the other day and said: ... if I had to BE a vowel, I would be “sometimes y”. Wouldn’t you?

My answer? Absolutely.

Lets do a run-down of the alternatives, shall we?
A - boring. I use that letter A LOT and am tired of it. Besides there's some show from another decade in which some dude kept saying "Aaaaa" to everyone.
E - it's all "wheee" look at me I just curl around myself when its lowercase. Caps isn't very friendly either - it's like a fork without the part you hold on to.
I - seriously, I don't don't dot my eyes because it takes too much time. you, my friend, are a bit high maintenance.
O - kind of boring... like "oh." all deflated-like. Huh. Meh. Oh.
U - this one's obvious - its not about YOU its about ME. Just like that country song - I wanna talk about me! Wanna talk about I! Wanna talk about #1...

Sometimes Y - perfect. Wishy-washy. Not set on being any one thing and isn't afraid to strut its stuff. Maybe it has a hard time making decisions - just like me. I love you, Sometimes Y.

What vowel would you be?