An introduction for those who may not know me

Here goes. I tend to be a bit ego-centric so I assume everyone knows who I am and all about me. So am Lynn, also know as LynnMarie and Lynnie. I have been married for almost 16 years. I am a stay at home mom of four very active kids. I have a degree in Spanish, Elementary Education emphasis in bilingual education. I serve at church as the Primary secretary and webelos leader. I volunteer at my kids schools and am there often that I am on a first name basis with most of the staff. I love to read and crochet. I love to use coupons.
My GLH works as a probation officer. He loves football and most other sports. He is a good dad and hubby.
WU=weird uncle, My GLH's youngest brother who lives in the basement. He rents a room from us, works with GLH, and owns 2 birds. He used to own two chinchillas. He is single and 31 if anyone is interested ;)...)
Abuelita= My mother-in-law who live with us. She moved in about 9 years ago when her husband died suddenly of a heart attack.
DIVA=my 14 year old daughter. She plays the flute and piano. She loves to read and write.
chicharon1=my 11 year old son. He loves legos and computers and playing chess. He loves to read. He recently finished The Three Musketeers and has started reading Oliver Twist.
chicharon2=my 10 year old son. He is considered gifted by the school district standards but I think he lacks common sense oftern. He loves to read and questions everything.
chicharon3=my five year old son. He is funny and cute and spoiled. I have to watch because he is not a baby anymore and that is hard to remember.

I speak Spanish

CHICHARONS MEANS PORK RINDS OR FRIED PORK FAT!!!!

I just want to rant for a moment. My little Blossom is only 5 years old. Now that we are living at Grandma's she has become totally addicted to NINTENDO! She wants to play it every day, all day. She plays it with her 12 year old aunt and 17 year old uncle. (They actually think she's uncannily good at it.) When I tell her no she asks every half hour if it's time yet. It's all she wants to talk about. I think she dreams about it!!
This should not be a problem! She is only 5! She is a girl and my sexism says this should be more of a boy problem!
ARGH! Curse the Nintendo!

Free Stuff!

You can go to Macy's Dept store and get free Estee Lauder product! You can look online for the details, something involving a class action lawsuit and price fixing. Just go and sign your name and get some:)

Be careful what you wish for

So as I was cleaning house yesterday the phone rings. It is the kids piano teacher who wants to cancel because she is sick. I think YAY, one less thing to do today (I had been secretly wishing that she would call and cancel)And more time to clean before the visiting teachers come that evening. Then before I can even celebrate a little the phone rings again. UH OH--It is the middle school and worse the nurse. Chicharon1 has fallen on his arm in gym and they are concerned about it. I am thinking are you serious?????Now it is the end of the school day so I decide will just pick him up at the regular time. I pick up him and the diva. I look at his arm which is swollen and he claims hurts incredibly. I pick up the other chicharones and call the dr. They say come right in and so off we go. Icall GLH on the cell and ask if he wants to meet us. He does. We wait for x-rays while chicharon3 and 1 extra bounce through the waiting room and diva rolls her eyes. YAY--not broken. As we are leaving I check the time, 6:00--uh oh my visiting teachers are supposed to show up at my house before I will even get home. I get the diva to dial the phone since I am driving and quickly cancel. Then it hits me, earlier in the day I had been wishing the kids didn't have piano and the visiting teachers weren't coming... I just start laughing. Be careful what you wish for.

Two Things

First. TGH had an interview today. The pay isn't great, but the company looks good and there is room for future growth. Plus, we need a job!

Second. #6 was laying on the floor falling asleep after a long day of licking furniture and drinking chocolate milk. Finally I hear snoring...and then it stops. I look over from my cross stitch and see Caboose STANDING on #6 head! I run over, yank Caboose off, swat his posterior and send him away, trying to be quiet because having his head stood upon did not wake him up. Weird. A couple of minutes later, I go to the bathroom. When I come back, Caboose is SITTING on #6 head. Why, oh why? I yank him off again, swat him again and send him down the stairs again! #6 snores peacefully through this. I sit down to do cross stitch again. The phone rang, it was my good friend Melody! After I hang up with her, I check on #6, only to find...you guessed it! Caboose is piling toys and shoes on his brother's head. AHHH! Yank, swat, send, snore. TGH comes in and asks, have you seen my coat? #6 sits bolt upright, suddenly wide awake from having his father speak in the same room. Unbelievable. Well, like I always say, "I just give birth to them, I don't explain them."

What to do with the next 30 years. . . .

I am laughing really hard as I write this because lymalu said she has/had a secret fear of blogging. The funny part about this is that I have a not-so-secret fear of practically everything on earth but I have never thought to be afraid of blogging. So I admit I have not been doing many entries lately. There are several reasons for that. First of all, we are living with our in-laws, so I am mildly embarrassed by spending too much time on the computer- not to mention my father-in-law works from home and so if I do get on the computer I feel akward sitting in his "office" with him. But now that the legislative season has begun, he is a representative, the office is almost free for a few months so I will do better. The second reason is, well, I live with my in-laws. We are in limbo. Waiting for the smallville house to sell and living here has completely blown my mind in some ways. I am starting to come to my senses and realize this could be a very long process (unless Obama really does turn out to be some kind of miracle cure for the economy, yeah right) so I better start building a life here and not just waiting on that house- which by the way- no one has looked at in about 3 weeks. ahem. The third reason, is when I try to think of entries I feel pressure to be funny. When I try to be funny, it usually doesn't work out too well. I am more of a thinker/worrier than a comedian. So this has been a long, long way around, but the thing I wanted to mention is that I've been thinking about this country song I heard on the radio. It's something about what are you going to do with the next 30 years of your life. For some reason, this idea is lodged in my brain. I am really starting to think that I should make some kind of plan for the next part of my life. I don't want to get to be 60-ish and still wondering if I'll ever become a good seamstress, and whether or not I should take painting lessons or learn to play the violin. I need some focus. I think I've come to grips with the fact that I'm not going to be amazingly famous or anything, but I'd like to feel proud like I have some skills to be remembered by. Anyway, that's what I've been thinking. Anyone else have thoughts or suggestions for me, I ALWAYS welcome advice on the subject of what to do with myself. :-) I'm all ears.