Because do you know what protected my VHS tapes? Absolutely nothing. And that’s how my sisters ruined so many of the tapes because they’d pull the film out and wear them as purses
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A triple threat birthday party for triplets. Joy.
Rocket, Poet and Rhea turned six on monday only to be left for an epicness of a birthday party later on today. They all agreed on a Music party but of course had to go in a whole lot deeper:
Rocket: Punk
Poet: Classical
Rhea:Hard Rock
So they’ll each have a table for themselves and their friends and siblings of choice, they’ll get yo dress up like rock stars, do there own photo-shoot, and decorate drumsticks and sign cardboard instruments. And then to finish it off my older kids (who have a band…haha- like the partridge family)will perform a set list of songs from all genres of music! I can’t wait!
Props to my teenage nieces for Planning EVERYTHING!!!!!! Picture will be posted after the party.
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Quin: “Mama my teacher is 46, she’s gonna be 47 tomorrow!”
Me: “Really? Wow that’s a big number.”
Quin: “Yeah she’s gonna get old, like you are”
Me: *straight faced sigh*
” —A random convo between me & Quin(age 4)“IF I HAD A WORLD OF MY OWN, EVERYTHING WOULD BE NONSENSE. NOTHING WOULD BE WHAT IT IS, BECAUSE EVERYTHING WOULD BE WHAT IT ISN’T. AND CONTRARY WISE, WHAT IS, IT WOULDN’T BE. AND WHAT IT WOULDN’T BE, IT WOULD. YOU SEE?” LC
Life moves so fast, and before i know it, it’ll be Saturday afternoon and their Punk-Rock Concerto themed birthday party will begin….yay! -___-
Gaia: “What is your favorite thing about Princesses?”
Poet: “When they find Prince Charming”
Knowledge: “I’m A feminist, Princesses suck”
Lyric: “Boobies”
” —Gaia -31, Poet-5, Knowledge and Lyric -7It’s really funny how they kept it from me.
Apparently “Mom i’m going out” was really setting up for this.
I love my family.
I’m Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You by Kate Nash
(Black Kids cover)
I think I shall go make a fort in the backyard.
Knowledge: “Mama can i have a little brother?”
Me:*amused* “You already have 3, and 4 older ones and 6 cousins, and sisters, too. why do you want another little brother?”
Knowledge:”because its too many to choose from, i want one that’s just my own”
My Husband: “Okay KG but i’m not sure you can handle it just for yourself?”
Knowledge: “thats okay i’ll just ask Roxie to do everything hard”
Me: “Knowledge you’re not having a brother thats your own, it’s not possible.”
Knowledge: “but mine are too eccentric why couldn’t you have a normal boy”
Zephyr: *has been smiling entire convo* “you mean one that doesn’t wear purple pants..btw where is this convo going? Mom i thought you said you couldn’t have anymore kids? Whoops gotta text, brb”
Me: *rolls eyes* “Anyway-“
K: “why can’t you have more kids”
Me: *looking helplessy at my husband b/c i don’t want to explain to a 7 year old what menopause is”
My husband: “The stork that brought all you kids here died”
Me: *glaring at him*
K: *on verge of tears* “WHAT? THATS SO SAD” *runs away*
” —Knowledge, age 7; Me; The idiot i’m married to; Zephyr, age 13Oh how I hate how they automatically hop him on medication before I even know what’s wrong with him.
To me that’s just insane! They are telling me things I already know! Damn these uptown doctors! I’m furious with my husband right now for setting him up here.(he won’t be making any decisions anymore) First you sign in and wait 20 minutes then they ask for your insurance card and you wait 20 more minutes for them to call you. After a 40 minute wait you go into the height/weight room where the nurses who barely speak English can tell you the wrong height (because I highly doubt he shrunk since the last time…unless u measured that wrong too). So then they send you to a waiting room in the back for another 15 minutes and don’t keep you updated on anything. Then they decide come and tell you to go to the down stairs office (which in order to get to you must go outside and through another apt.) Oh it gets worse, then you’re stuck with bored 4 year old who despises Dora(its all thats on tv). So you’re sitting for another fucking 30 minutes until you finally get called into the office. Once you’re in this office, the doctor asks about how his asthma is. Well that’s why were here! We need a prescription for his pump! And we need to make sure he can breathe! Instead we start talking about how he needs a new pump and to limit his physical activity. Well thats dandy we monitor him and well he loves to swim, if you gave us the new prescription then maybe he’d be able to handle more physical activity. My poor baby is on a damn nebualizer everyday for crying out loud! So anyway this was just a rant because now in order for a prescription we need to wait in another office and obviously that’s about 20 minutes because that’s how long it tool for me to write this damn post!
They are free to be who they want, and express it without being harassed just as much as (if not more than) adults.
I left my house today with two daughters in tutu’s. One lime green, the other orange. My son left the house in his batman cape and my other son with purple shorts and taxi print legwarmers.
We also decided to use the scooters today, so we had those with us, too.
I was taking 4 elementary schoolers dressed in righteous (and kinda bizarre) outfits and nobody stared at them weird, or anything! We went on the train, and two stops later there was a group of re-inactors dressed up like characters from a videogame.
Gotta love NYC :)
And in chemistry class I was talking to my friend, Jack, about a gay pride festival I went to. My teacher, stupid nosy bitch, decides she wants to join in on the conversation. She asks me what I’m talking about so I turned around and her reaction was to make a…
YOU GO GIRL!
-Jenna (my teen daughter’s best friend) commenting on the fact that i have a tumblr.
Hey Jenna, i’m not 60! i’m 53! if anything im 50
…and I want your life. ;)
-thanks! dahliamama!
