Thursday, July 22, 2010

Taking a big step

We recently refinanced our house. It lowered our payment by almost $200. Gotta love lower interest rates. 3.25% is a beautiful thing.

We've been toying with the idea of renting our house when we move. We've toyed with the idea of renting it now and moving back into base housing. We've toyed with the idea of selling it. We've toyed with the idea of burning it down. Kidding. Sort of. Well, after all the toying, and pyro pretending, we've finally come to a decision. (The re-fi played a serious role in the decision making I might add.) We've decided to become Landlords. Just saying it makes me feel all grown up. That, and having recently subscribed to the newspaper for the first time in my adult life. But that's another story.

I know it's going to bring a whole new set of challenges and adventures, but I feel good about it. I can't say I'm excited. But I feel good. I'm certainly not looking forward to moving again. I've long since felt like I should have been born in a more Nomadic time period. That having been said, I rock at packing and unpacking. If it weren't for the kids, I could become a professional. Yeah right. I'm way too lazy to do that. Let's keep it real here folks.

So anyway, if you know of someone looking for a nice, comfortable, well taken care of house in the greater Kansas City area, send them our way.

We'll leave the light on for them. :)

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Am I The Only One?

I find it incredibly annoying when parents don't teach their children the proper names of their body parts. I realize this is a touchy subject for some people, but come on. Do we give our arms and legs funny names? What about our eyebrows and ears? "I'm going to get Sadie's wingdings pierced tomorrow." "I really need to pluck my fuzzy wuzzies." I mean come on. Really? Is is so hard to call body parts what they really are? This has always been a pet peeve of mine. Recently I was talking with a friend and we were discussing the inappropriate behavior of our seven year old's when they were playing together. They were talking about a certain body part that only boys have. She informed me that she had no idea where her son learned to call it a penis. SERIOUSLY? How do you have four sons and you don't know where he learned to call it by it's proper name? I also read a blog post this morning where another mom was taken back when her daughter said she needed to wash her "noodle." She told her she didn't have a "noodle" and the girl wanted to know what she had. SERIOUSLY? Why is it so taboo? All along I've had friends who gave their kid's "private parts" nick names and didn't teach them the proper name. I've never quite understood it. Brandon grew up calling it a wickerdoo. Special. Just special. Now, I will be totally honest, I'm not looking forward to having to teach Sadie the proper name of her "who-ha" but I will. For some reason, I just don't like that word. BUT STILL, I'm not going to have her calling it a "wickerdee" or something silly like that.

So am I the only one who finds it silly when parents don't teach their children the names of ALL their body parts?

Saturday, July 3, 2010


It would be nice to go poop one time without being asked, through the door, if I was going poop.

Is it really that exciting boys? Are you hoping I'm going yell, like you do, "can you wipe me"? I assure you I'm not going to.
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