One Crazy Chick: January 2008

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Wiivil

The phenomenon that is the Wii has taken our house by storm.

I hate video games, no wait, I loathe video games. You see, I am slightly competitive and only really enjoy things that I excel at and seeing as how I loathe video games it makes it really hard to excel at them, know what I mean? So, I just ignore their existence and they ignore mine. (It's a little deal I have with them, shhh, don't tell anyone!)

I suppose I should now rephrase the sentence, I loathe video games, because that has totally changed since I was introduced to the Wii 3 weeks ago.

The Wii was all, Hi please don't judge me, I'm different I swear. Then I was all, psst whatever, you are all the same.

Oh and I was so wrong.

If you don't already know, the Wii is an interactive gaming system that allows the player(s) (Mii's) to actually take part in the gaming experience. I cannot say enough about this glorious invention, because, ya'll, I can play a game of bowling in my living room and then proceed to play 9 holes of golf before whooping my dear husband in a 3 round boxing match.

Finally, something I can actually play and actually improve - they even have training you can do. It's AMAZING and I can't stop playing, in fact, Aspen mimics my bowling throw and is on her way to the professional league, ya'll.

Come on over, we can play some golf or bowling or boxing or tennis or omg move out the way I'm gonna whoop you at some dodge ball.

Please note: The blizzard that was expected last night only resulted in many inches of rain, so, no snow day for me and the kids. Bummer!

And for those of you who come here for, the pictures, feast your eyes on this!

Introducing, Lady Channel or you can just call her Koko! She falls asleep with Kyan every night - she's a keeper!

Monday, January 28, 2008

Snow DAY!!!

Another thing I love about living in the Pacific Northwest is the fact that when we get a little precipitation in the form of snow the whole city comes to a screeching halt. Everyone gets on the phone to call one another to talk about the Blizzard that happened to pass through last night leaving an inch or two in its wake then we all stay glued to the weather channel for fear that another Blizzard is on its way and, omg, do we have enough food to last a whole day or two before the de-frost?

I am serious, the PNW people are this dramatic, just watch the news or watch just watch them try to drive in the snow. In general, PNW people suck at driving. If the weather isn't 60 and overcast we cannot drive - even the sun throws us for a loop. It is this fact, that leads me to never go to work when there is snow on the ground, well this, and the fact that I have children who desperately want to play in the snow with me.

Snow days are beautiful - it is like time recaptured, that is, until this thing called technology caught up to the 21st century and gave us the ability to work from home. Curses, technology, curses.

So what should have been a fun filled day spent playing with snowballs and creating snowmen turned into a day full of work and calls and emails and more emails and me feeling pretty much more beat up than if I was able to actually drive into work. Curses.

But, all was not lost, since the plumbing trucks do not drive in the snow Bob took the day off as well and the kids had a blast. Mostly, though, we stayed warm and enjoyed movies. And the answer is, yes, there is another Blizzard on its way. For some reason, I only ever enjoy 1 snow day and somehow 2 snow days in a row take the luster away from snow days in general.

Please note: I suck, I never even got to go outside and, thus, I have nothing to show you how adorable my little snow angels were in their snowsuits. Tomorrow, I swear, I'll share since the Blizzard promises to yield at least an inch.

Friday, January 25, 2008

Contact Me

I love emails! If you want to make me do a happy jig, feel free to email me at:

zimkandace@comcast.net

About

Welcome.

Hi! I’m Kandace.

And this is my blog.

A little about me (since you asked and all).

I was born into this world in a suburb of Seattle at the end of the summer of 1978 where my parents were busy raising 3 other children. Even before my arrival they were exhausted and could hardly stand the thought of another bottom to wipe, but they had no choice, I chose them to be my parents and as luck would have it wiping my bottom was a prerequisite to taking me home from the hospital.

My mother chose not to breastfeed and nearly killed me whilst feeding me the Soy Formula the doctor recommended since I would not gain weight properly which resulted in a lengthy stay at Children’s Hospital where the staff proceeded to save my life. At one point they gave me 5 days to live, not at all dramatic, am I?

Unfortunately for me, the early months of my life documents the only time in which gaining weight was a challenge, from that moment on I have always excelled in the field of gaining weight.

My childhood was average, uneventful and ultimately when I learned how to succeed in the field of living under the radar. When you are the last of 4 children you get doted over and petted like an animal constantly the attention can become quite a drag. In early childhood you could always find me telling off some family member who dared to lend me a hand, “I’m fine. Just let me do it myself,” I would yell, and this fact still remains today, I hate help, I blame my birth order.

Lots of time passed, I went to college, lost my mother, stopped all plans to backpack through Europe during my twenties to settle down with Bob, the man of my dreams, who would soon become the best father any woman could ask for. Sure he shows a little crack once in a while but, hey, we all have flaws.

We now reside in a totally different suburb of Seattle with our children, Kyan, 3, and Aspen, 1, as well as our, uh, farm animals. You see, Bob is obsessed with animals, no not like that, get our mind out of the gutter, and thinks our children should be exposed often but he hates the Zoo, so, he basically brought the Zoo to us.

I have had no formal writing training, in fact, I never even took a college English class. Actually, I couldn’t even read until I was in 3rd grade, which if you read my blog for more than a minute you can see all kinds of glaring errors and you will surely see that I love me some run-on sentences.

I am no writer although I do excel in writing emails and blathering on about my kids, what we are having for dinner and everything you never wanted to know about me (because it’s my blog and I’ll write what I want), although you already know that, because you are reading this, aren’t you?

There are probably a million other things I should mention but I can’t remember right now. So, I guess you’ll have to read this blog after all.

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Save Me

Look! It's me...over here. Hey, you. Remember me? Do I have any readers left? Anyone? Bueller?

Now that it has been established that I am still alive and totally suck at blogging let's catch up a little, shall we?

It's January.

I'm still working downtown although that should be over soon but clearly not soon enough.

I hate corporate and totally remember why it is I work for an individual, who cares and has feelings and who remembers how hard it is to work and have a family. I'm just saying.

Kyan is big.

Aspen is BIGGER.

A stomach virus is natures way of reminding you how lucky you are to digest food regularly. Who knew how much work your stomach actually does? And also, thank you jeebus for waste baskets near the toilet. Amen.

I've taken too many photos yet NOT nearly enough.

Why is it that no matter how careful you are at the holidays not to get too many toys for the children - every gift they open, no matter who it's from, is, another toy? A toy, that in a month or two will never be played with again so help me jeebus.

So there ya have it. The kids are GINORMOUS, my job should be better soon, we got a stomach bug, I need to use my camera more, and our home is currently overrun with toys.

In a nutshell, I guess, that sums it up to pretty freaking fantastic. Internets I hope this finds you well and I hope to keep in touch!

Friday, January 4, 2008

Lucky

Sometimes it's difficult to pause and breath in all of the good that comes with being a mother.

Sometimes it is really hard to see the point when your toddler is latched on to your leg yelling about the orange you just tried to peel for her but she wanted to peel it herself and reek havoc all over your kitchen for the 456,001st time. It's hard to remember that you love that little person and this melt down is just one of hundreds to come and it stems from her inability to communicate any way other than screaming, because, it what gets your attention, it is all she knows, it is her communication.

And then when it is all over she leans in and kisses me I suddenly remember why it is I am so lucky.