the view from my window

And that was our trampoline.

And, no, we are not at home. We are sitting comfortably in a hotel in downtown OKC after losing power on Sunday night. That NEVER came back on. And they think it may be upwards of a week.

And there was a tree in my dining room. And I'm not talking about a Christmas tree.

I do believe my worst nightmare is coming true. No school, no babysitter, no electricity, NO SANITY!!!!!

WaLk for the CuRe

Yeah, it's supposed to be "Run for the Cure," but, you know, the kids were with us. Otherwise, I definately would have run. Ha! I'm funny. But really, thank you summer for inviting us to walk. The kids were really into it and it felt great to do something so feel good for such an amazing cause. I loved it!

Don't foget to check out myspace for additional photos.

A different post

Hi all- I really just wanted to change the post because Summer was tired of loading, "Ginny the Hero," and since I do whatever Summer says, then there you go!!



Not much at the Casa De Starr's except a few interesting and fun tidbits, in no particular order:

• My husband had strep throat last week and was in bed for 6 days. No lie. As much as I would like to say he was being a baby, blah, blah, he really was sooo sick. I actually felt sorry for him. Don't get me wrong, I felt sorry for myself too. I was a single parent for the week!


• We went to OU/TX the weekend before last with the Scott's and the Steel's. It was so_much_fun that I cannot even express. So relaxing and enjoyable. I will eventually post some pics when Ashli sends me some. Fun was had and Ashli was as crass as ever!


• Our longtime housekeepers quit. These were the folks that brought their kids every week and were like siblings to Grace. She was so upset! And so was I. The cleaning was secondary to the actual relationships. But, alas, the mom despised my darling husband and decided to be done with us. Sigh.


• My dad is still annoying, but I decided to be nice to him. It's really pointless to be mad at him. It gets me nowhere and only makes me feel worse. So I am back to being nice again.
• I finally got a myspace. I feel kinda old in doing it, but it's been fun! Go over there and check it out right here.

Ginny the hero!!

There is nuttin' worth a damn to report for the Starr family right now. Oh sure, schools started and activities have begun, but it's been really uneventful around here.

Except for this:

Meet the newest member of our family: Lily B. I had to do a little intervention on her obvious neglect. And now she lives with us!! Oh my, 3 dogs. That's the limit when it comes to the law! Who would have guessed! Ginny the dog saver! While it has taken a little getting used to, the barking, loud playing and FARTING, she really is sooo happy and doesn't have to sleep outside anymore :[

As for everything else in our life....this about sums it up....

Please look at our new backyard! It looks like paradise, no? Wade decided to use this fake wood stuff that looks amazing. It doesn't rot, fade or warp. It needs no maintenance (which, as you all know, is good for us). We got some new plants from Calvert's, some new patio furniture and ba-da-bing, instant paradise!!!!


Here are the girls eating breakfast al fresca. It was around 65 degrees with no bugs this morning. Pretty good for Oklahoma! Lovin' it while it lasts.








Wade finally made good on his word to get a new backyard play-thing for the girls. Has anyone really tried to put one of these things together? Caesar and his crew got to work on it Friday and it literally took 4 of them ALL DAY to do it. But, of course the girls love it. Good times ahead (that is, before it becomes 104 degrees)!

quick recap

The following is basically what has been going on with us for the last couple of months. I finally got all the 8 jillion parts to the camera working and am able to post some pics. So here is the recap, in a nutshell.


My new haircut. Okay, it's really not new anymore, but I forgot to post about it. I mostly like it, but sometimes when I look in the mirror I think it looks like a bad 80's hair band do. Seriously. It's kinda straw-like sometimes.

Sydney's new obsession. Occasionally I want to throw that gd car in the big blue trash can because she wants someone (me) to bend over and push her whilst breaking their back. Enough already. While terribly annoying it is also cute because right before she gets in it she says, "bye mama" and blows me kisses. All growed up and driving herself right on oughta here. The only Easter pic I got of the both of them. Nice and clear, don't you think. God, I am such an outstanding mom, no?

The impostor on Easter. I mean really, a dress just doesn't suit her. Lipstick lezzy she will not be.

And of course, the ultimate life-changing birthday gift, the trampoline. I could really care less how dangerous these suckers are. They are a mom's most precious gift while fixing dinner. LOVE IT!

And lastly, I can't forget to mention that Sydney finally got her spitznevus removed from her face and she looks SO much better. Just scroll on up to the pics above if you haven't seen her in person yet. She's a lil trooper!

Peace out, people!

Friday Randomness

when I see a title such as mine I usually get a little annoyed. It's a way to basically say, "I have nothing exciting to say today" Boo on me, it's just that I couldn't think of any exciting title. You know, cause all my titles are so witty. Wow. Babbling.
Anywho... Sydney has a double ear infection. They thought she had pneumonia, but after the laborious task of holding her down on the x-ray machine (after verifying that I am NOT pregnant or breastfeeding) alas, she does not. But I'm really excited cause they gave her that coveted antibiotic shot that cuts the amount of medication to give by about 10 days. Oh yeah, baby. She, however, was not happy about it and proceeded to limp the rest of the morning. Not kidding, it was so cute if not a little sad. We got home and within thirty minutes was saying, "Nigh, nigh". And you know, I can't deny the child the proper rest! She promptly slept for three hours. Yeah, baby.

Grace lost her third tooth and requested, per Ashli, one dollar and one shiny penny. So, $1.01 is exactly what the tooth fairy left. By 7:15a.m. the penny and dollar were on the floor, never to be looked at again. So, the dollar went straight into my pocket and the penny straight to the trash. God, I hate those things.

Completely off the subject...Britney Spears. Now I know this has been talked about ad naseum. But I have to say...I feel kinda sorry for her. Is everyone yelling at me right now? I mean really, her life is totally effed up right now (or forever, depending on how you look at it). She can't go to the gd gas station without millions of flashbulbs and people screaming at her. Seriously. Go check out some of the videos on youtube.com. It's whack. And I know her life has been a series of poor decisions, but my God, not every human is blessed with good decision making skills. That shit is learned, people. Maybe it's because she has two small children or maybe it's because she actually seems like kind of a nice and funny person (barring the last year of interviews), but this story just doesn't sit well with me. I'm rooting for her. I mean I just don't have the same sort of sympathy for the Nicole Richie's and the Lindsey Lohan's. Call me crazy.

And on a final note, I am sooooo excited about my friend, Meredith, visiting in three weeks. I haven't seen her baby since she was 2 months old (she's 9 months now). Apparantly, she has quite the little temper. That should be fun watching she and Sydney have dueling tantrums. Can't.Wait.

weirdo

I was reading one of my favo blogs, Cheeky Lotus, and came across her most recent post about how her daughter, who is also 5, does weird things. I read a lot of her comments (she had about a million) and thought some of them were really funny. I started thinking about Grace and some of the, cough, less than normal things that she does.

• When I am putting Sydney to bed she pretends that she can't touch the rug so she expertly places objects through the room to jump on ie books, blankets, stuffed animals etc. It is so weird. She does this whole act without involving me and takes it very seriously. Throughout the rest of the entire day, she walks in and out of there with no hesitation or props. Bizarro.
• When she colors and cuts she hides behind this one specific chair until her work is complete.
• While playing in the bath she always pretends that she is Santa's brother and wants me to ask "where is Santa?" and then she goes into this whole diatribe about how Santa is dead and No I cannot speak with him. Hmm. Weird.

Ok, now this is interactive people. Let me hear some of the weird things your kids are doing. I know Ashli can take the cake on this one (hello, grandpa vacuum guy?).

random pics

Not a lot going on over here minus our small bout with the stomach virus...just found some cute pics and wanted to share.
The first pic is an obvious one and Sydney's first time on Santa's lap (she was asleep in her stroller last year). Excited aren't they?

the next pic is the little chubby ball in the bathtub

splits!!!!!!!!!

Grace was one of five little ducks during her kindergarten play...doesn't she look soooo cute (and young!)

trimming the tree with the girlies! In reality the tree had been decorated for weeks but don't they look cute!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Captured: One Very Drunk, Bald Hispanic Man

So everyone knows what a freak I am about daylight savings. Kids went to bed late in hopes that they would sleep late. So, thanks to my annoying cold, I started coughing around 5:15 (really 6:15 to me). Sadly, it wakes Wade up who then realizes that he is starving and heads downstairs for a little snack. Not 5 minutes later he is back upstairs turning on all the lights,
"There's somebody in our backyard and he's trying to break in!"
"Well, call the cops!"
"I am!" (he then proceeds to get his gun from the top shelf of the closet)

Panic ensues as he calls 911 and is telling the dispatcher the details. We are both sitting on the stairs at this point when we hear the crazy bastard trying to OPEN OUR SIDE DOOR! which is locked, no thanks to me. Wade: "You guys better hurry he's trying to get in and I've got a gun." Me: "Wade, go put the gun up, we're not shooting anybody!" At which point the man takes off (I'm assuming here because we heard the patio door slam REAL LOUD).

A few minutes later the cops show up (you all know this is my favorite part) and I then spy on them from the upstairs bathroom window. They've got guns drawn and are all over our backyard, backhouse and side porch. Once it was established that the guy was indeed gone, he knocks on the front door REAL LOUD. Thankfully Wade put the gun up and we then go outside and Wade begins telling him that he actually saw the guy (which I didn't know at this time) and said he was a light-skinned black or hispanic guy, bald with a coat on. I have to say I was pretty impressed seeing that all this happened so fast and is was very dark still. So the cop said, "do you think you could identify him because we have someone in custody." Wade, of course said that he could and here comes another cop car with the guy inside. I then turned to Wade and said, "now really look at him and don't just say yes." So, the guy gets out of the car and it was almost comical because he was a bald (well, almost, he has like a very short haircut), hispanic and a blue coat on. Wade goes, "well, I'm not sure now, thanks Ginny" Oops. I kinda psyched him out by telling him to be sure.

ok. So it's about 6am at this point and I head back upstairs. It turns out that Wade had called our security guys before 911 who zoomed over here before the cops had shown up and actually saw the guy walking down our driveway, croutch between the neighbors car and then begin walking down the street. The security guy says, "can I help you?" to which the guy ignores and keeps walking (or staggering based on his level of drunkeness). The security guy decided to follow him because he looked suspicious and then flagged the cop down.

Bingo, bango. Perp in custody.

Why he was trying to come into our house is beyond me...maybe the couch looked cozy:)

Now, onto the most amazing part about this whole story...both kids slept til 7. Whoda thunk it!

Goodbye USPO...forever!!

Why is it everytime I go to the post office there is a line a freakin' mile long? I swear to the heavens. I went in there to put some stamps on my envelopes to mail to the IRS and I stood in line for 15 minutes. in the same spot. without moving. I finally had to leave after making not one tiny step forward.

It's like the postal workers don't even notice that there are 25 people in line, 5 of them ladies over the age of 90. They just continue to talk to each other like they're on their lunch break. One woman had the nerve to actually go in the back and put the packages in the correct spot. Now, I'm all for putting the shit in the right spot, but, for God's sake, just put it on that little ledge behind you until the line dies down. And then there was the guy who hogged one postal worker for the entire 15 minutes that I was there. Oh, boy, they were having a gay old time just chatting about how much this versus that would cost and while you're at it, how much would this be? It was ridiculous.

And it happens EVERY time I step foot in there. I just slapped a whole bunch of stamps on the damn envelopes and flew to pick Grace up at school. I'm officially done!!!!!!!!!

Lil help fellow bloggers

As you can see, I have this cute little slide thing on the top. How the hell do I get it to center? It looks like it's about to fall off the page. Brooke? Jamie? I know both of you probably know, so help me PLEASE! Also, while you are helping me, let me know how to change my template from the boring ole blogger templates. I know you can download other ones from the internet, but I don't know where to cut and paste on my template? Help? A little?

annoyed beyond belief

I'm tired of my previous post about the 90's. I have 5 pictures of Stella to post that show how big and cute she is getting. BUT I CAN'T FIND THE THINGY THAT CONNECTS THE CAMERA TO THE COMPUTER. This is the kind of thing that drives me absolutely batshit. I'm one of those people that sees this "thingy" and says, "I sure would hate for this to get chewed up by the dogs or the baby, I'll just put it 'here'.

Except I can only remember where 'here' is about half of the time. I know this only lends itself to my complete and utter disorganization. And it pisses me off.

Now I'm sure some of you are wondering how anyone could be this disorganized when one has a housekeeper. Believe it or not, this really only adds to the disorganization problem (I know, cry me a river!). But really, sometimes I'll put the "thingy" in a specific spot only to find it months later piled with a bunch of other "thingy's" and I'll think to myself, "self, there is no way you put that thingy with all those other thingy's right there." But really, I know this problem is mainly mine and I'll continue to work at it, day in and day out, probably for the rest of my life.

So, I'm off to continue my mad quest! Hopefully new pictures will follow!

And You?

You Are 55% Normal

While some of your behavior is quite normal... Other things you do are downright strange You've got a little of your freak going on But you mostly keep your weirdness to yourself

How Normal Are You?

O.K. this is kinda stupid, but I was also curious. See, I would have guessed that I was 99% normal. Whoda thought. A little worried about the "freak" thing.

my new favorite website

check this out right now

O.K. really you all need to look at this. It's like watching a bad car wreck. I cannot believe some of the things these women say about their husbands. And more concerning, I cannot believe some of these husbands act like this! UNBELIEVABLE!

the swingers, our neighbors

Most of you who live in close proximity to me already know that our neighbors are tried and true swingers. This little tidbit of information was somehow left off the listing sheet when we were looking at this house. But, boy, when we moved in everyother neighbor warned us of the wild parties. Being the nosy person that I am, I took it upon myself (with my good friend Ashli) to peek out the window last summer during one of these infamous parties. WOW. I saw all sorts of weenie slinging and breastesses right out in the open. I remember when I told my mom, she was so appalled that she thought I should call the police. Um, sorry mom, but being naked in one's backyard is not a crime, even in Oklahoma. Yes, I was mildly disturbed that you could see all this action right outside my little baby's bedroom window, but really, she won't understand look out there for a long time...and who knows if they'll be around then anyway. These people drink and do enough coke to kill small villages. So last summer (pre-blogging) there was all sorts of nutty things going on, including the time that I was 9 months pregnant and taking my wee little dog outside to piddle (around 6am) and I noticed a group of 4 people sitting NAKED (save the mardi gras beads) around a table on there upstairs balcony. I myself was wearing only a t-shirt and was slightly embarrassed by this until I saw THAT and then was embarrassed for them. Truth be told, I really am not offended. I think it's kinda funny. And I am all about raising the kiddos with plenty of diversity. HA!

So jump to now. More than anything else, the neighbors, let's just call them the bococks ;) are loud. Like, HA HA HA HA HA HA HA loud. These people crack themselves up on a daily basis. And Grace is simply obsessed with them, "what are the 'bococks' doing now?", "what are the 'bococks' laughing at?", "mr.'bocock' is sooooooo loud" etc.etc. So the other day Grace and I had the following exchange:
G: when are we going to go over to our neighbors house?
me: what neighbor?
G: the 'bococks'!!
me: Umm, I don't think we'll be going over there.
G: why?
me: well, you know, we don't have very much in common (cough,cough) with them. They don't have any kids, they're a little bit older (read:they walk around the backyard butt naked). Things like that.
G: well, we could talk to them
me: about what?
G: Peace

WTF?!?!?

Better Day

Wow! I am overwhelmed with the tremendous amount of support I have. Thank you all so much for your sweet and uplifting comments! I have to admit I was shocked when my sweet brother commented on that post (how exactly did you find this blog?) Guess I can't write anything bad about you! Just kidding!

Anyway, as expected, today was great. Sydney took two awesome naps, Grace and I went swimming at MiMi's and Wade came home for much needed relief at 4:00. Oh, and we hired a new "nanny" (thanks Camille). That is what she prefers to be called and that's all good if it makes her feel better. I just always think it sounds like I am some uppity mom from the nanny diaries, but hopefully none of you think of me like that! I just like to have lots of assistance and Wade is all for it, so bring it on. She will help about 15-20 hours a week this summer focusing mainly on the baby. It gives me some free time and extra special time with Grace. I think it will be worth it for my sanity!

So that's how I'm doing and I will leave you with some cute new pics:
This little item around her neck is from a school activity, tell me she didn't love that! At home, not so much the boss as the bosser.


Just like her daddy (sorry, Wade, I couldn't resist).

Grace and her friend Kaili on their last day of school--aren't they cute? Doesn't the classroom look peaceful. Westminster's favorite adjective.

It's Aunt Jemima baby! Her absolute favorite place on earth is looking out the front door. (and of course that shit-head Curly made it in the pic).


Sydney's best Don King impression. It's pretty good, don'cha think?


Hope everyone has as awesome Memorial Weekend. Good luck to the hens making their way to family camp. Have fun!

The hits just keep on coming

No, really, it's not that bad. The other day I noticed a small lump on the outskirt of my armpit and seeing that the cancer thing doesn't really bode well in my family, I called the doctor for a quick check. When I saw the doctor he took one look at it and said, "Oh, yea, what you have here is an infected oil gland." Yummy. "what I think I'll do is numb it and then shove this incredibly sharp object into it to open it up." Well, I am paraphrasing here, but you get the idea. "oh yea, there is some really gross stuff in here, would you like to see?" I am crapping you not, that was verbatim. "no thanks, I'm good." "No, really, look." He then proceeds to bring the delicious looking shit up to my eyeball. "Now, all you have to do is 2-3 times a day take a q-tip with some peroxide and then just shove it up there and really get it in there to clean it out." Oh, is that all I have to do? Now most of you know that I am a fairly squeamish person. I don't do well with anything that has to do with blood, bile, vomit, pus, feces(ok I've got the feces thing all taken care of) etc.etc. Thankfully my husband is the opposite and he will once again have to take the high road and do some digging in that hole in my armpit. Now, I still have to go back next week to make sure it's not anything horrible like STAPH infection. Glad he waited til the end of our conversation to mention that. I know that this could have turned out much worse so I'm really not complaining. The man could have thrown up on me, now that would have been a travesty.