Sights Family Weblog

I think that Paula Deen could be my new best friend. Seriously. I think I could learn to cook with her. And enjoy it. I'm guessing I would laugh a lot. I don't normally want to meet famous people, but she looks like my Auntie Linda. So I don't think I would be nervous. It would be awesome. Yes. She is the famous person I want to meet. But I don't want Kevin to meet her. I want to be able to make something she taught me and not have him show me up in the kitchen. Because it might scare her if I punched him in the throat for showing off. It may make me laugh, but I want to be her friend. Not some crazed fan that she calls security on...

Really??? With the Christmas Movie Channels????

As we are flipping throught the movie channels, looking for something to watch, Kevin pauses his search to talk to me. I glance at the TV and see "Alone, Horny &" I'm not sure what the "&" was, but it should have been "Alone, Horny & HOLY CRAP MY KIDS ARE IN THE ROOM AND WHAT THE HELL IS THIS DOING ON THE GUIDE???" Now...it's not like he was in the PPV movies. He was searching through the Christmas movies. And Trevor was sitting there watching TV. I'm trying to get his attention that he needs to change the channel. But he's really deep in thought telling me something. And I'm trying to tell him in code since Trevor is right there and is watching us. He soooo wasn't getting it. Instead, he continues to talk. And I start to giggle. Because I'm uncomfortable. But it's funny.  But I don't want Trevor to know that it's funny. So...FINALLY. After what seemed like 476 minutes, Kevin looks at the television and sees exactly what I'm talking about. And quickly changes. Now...can someone PLEASE tell me why, when searching for Christmas movies, THAT is one of the choices in the guide??? And it wasn't even a PPV. It was however HD. Maybe they thought that the HD somehow made it a viable option for a Christmas movie. 

I just informed my husband that I think I am going to lose my teeth. He looks at me weird. And I said I'm not kidding. He says, why do you think that? I said...well, sometimes I can feel my heartbeat in them and they hurt more. So I'm pretty sure one day my gums will recede and they will fall out. He asked.

Monograms???

Funny story about my husband...I came home from work shortly before Christmas to find Trevor at the table with a Sharpie. Now...I'm not talking one of those regular kind. I'm talking the poster marker kind that is an inch long. And he is marking on white socks. Initials. Kevin, who is very proud of himself informs me that he and Trevor threw away all of the white socks and started new. Great idea, right? WRONG. He bought me socks that were like the boy kind, only for girls. Then there was the fact that my NEW short socks had been thrown away. Outside. I asked Trevor to go get them and he said, MOM, I can't. There's dog poop on top of them. So there was no possibility of me getting them. Anyway, back to what Trev was doing. He was putting initials on them. Kevin had this great idea to put each of our initials on the bottoms so that they would be easier to mate. Since this is obviously a job that EVERYONE in my house hates and therefore doesn't do. Well, he apparently wasn't watching Trevor put the initials on, because there were really wide (remember, the 1" marker tip???) and were about 4 inches tall. Okay. I exaggerate. Maybe 3 inches. My thought (that Heaven forbid I keep to myself) so keep in mind I said it aloud..."What? So, we're going to go to your Grandparents house for Christmas with these bigass initials on the bottom of them. And we're going to sit down on the floor with our feet in front of us and in pictures, we will appear to be the SLOOOOOOOW family". You have to say it just like I typed Slow. And then, he was ticked. Well again, I couldn't stop. So I said the following...."Did you get me a helmet to wear too?" Again. Not wise. He was really ticked. I thought it was funny. So I proceeded to tell everyone. And by everyone, I mean anyone that would listen. Then..we had friends over. And I walked around prancing so you could see the big initials on the bottoms of my feet. And guess what...almost three months later, the socks are still not mated and now I have huge faded "S"s on the bottom of my feet. Oh the joys of being married. Especially when your husband thinks he is being really smart. I should learn to keep my mouth shut. Kevin has a vein on his head that may or may not burst if I make him that angry again. And I kind of like having him around...

Leeandra cooked dinner tonight. And it was meatloaf. I love meatloaf. It's yummy. The only thing is, I don't like to share. And if I take the leftovers to work tomorrow, then i'm going to have to share. And I don't want to. So...I have a plan. I am going to take them...and when people are out on smoke breaks, I'm going to heat them up. Then...I will lock the door to my office and eat. I will have to eat fast. And anyone that enters my office will most likely assume that I am bulemic scarfing down food. Which I'm not. Because puke makes your teeth squeeky in a weird way. Not in the clean way that toothpaste does. Anyway, then I will have to explain. Or....eat really fast and then when they come in say, "Oh. Sorry. I already ate." That's the plan.

Conversation between Kevin and Trevor:
Kevin: Trevor, what the heck are you doing??? We're running late!
Trevor: I'm looking for Mom's ho
Kevin: Her WHAT???
Trevor: Her Ho. Her other ho. Her panty Ho.

This is funny...he thought that knee highs were panty hose. And being the nerd that he is (and so like his Momma) he was trying to use proper grammar. He thought that hose was plural. I love that kid.

So...today I realized that a person I work with is my mortal enemy. I mean seriously. She is the Lex Luther to my Superman. Superwoman? Anyway, I just wanted you to know that...She could quite possibly drive me to drink...and not Diet Coke mind you. The hard stuff. Like wine coolers. Or plain old wine. So, if I become an alcoholic. Or even just a weeknight drinker, you can blame her.

Megamind

What a cute movie. The only thing I didn't like about it was that they said that the Tooth Fairy and Easter Bunny don't exist. Not that this is bad, but we had our nephew with us. He was so darn cute. I saw him on Halloween and asked when he would be spending the night again and he said he didn't know. I told him to call me and we would figure it out. So, his Dad and I set everything up and as he walks in the door he says, "Aunt Sarah, you said you wanted me to spend the night, so HERE I AM". What a cutie. Then we go to the movie (which he was soooo tired during). After it, I told him he needed to put on his sweatshirt before we left. He doesn't and is still messing with it outside. Being the sarcastic aunt that I am, I said, "Did you understand what I said or is your Aunt Sarah speaking another language???" He says, "Aunt Sarah, you said you WISHED I would put on my sweatshirt before we get outside." He knew I was irritated and says, "Did you get that? Did you hear what I did? I changed the words to "WISH" and then I was right". I think we're going to have trouble when he's a teenager...especially if this is what he's like at seven...Love that kid.

Facebook Schmasebook

I know I haven't been on here in awhile. I joined the facebook fad and became addicted. Ok. So maybe not addicted. But pretty darn close. It's weird how much fun it is to see what other people are doing. You know, the fun stuff. Not that "I just pooped" kind of stuff. And pictures? What are people thinking? The post everything. And I mean EVERYTHING. I don't get it. People "friend" their bosses and then get upset that their boss busts them for some stupid thing they did. I mean, really? Did you think that your boss knowing that you went out the night before and got wasted and took pictures of it and posted them while you were home sick was a good idea? Or even better...calling in sick to go to a sports game and posting the pictures. I like facebook. But I like this better. Fewer people know about it and I can say whatever the heck I want and not worry about offending anyone. Or if they are offended, they CHOSE to come here and look. They can stop reading if it upsets them. That's what I'm saying. Ahhh. That felt good. Maybe I should head back to facebook to creep on some people to see what they are up to. Just kidding. Well kind of kidding...

You are not going to believe this...yesterday I was on my way to work and I saw something shiny in the air. Well ADD Sarah (you know, AD Oh look there's something shiny) thought to myself, "I wonder what that is." Well it kept getting closer...and closer...and I was still trying to figure it out. I was driving in a "work zone" so no calling anyone, right? Well it kept getting lower. And lower. And I started thinking to myself, "Surely he isn't going to land here". And then he got even lower. Then I start thinking, "HOLY CRAP. I need to get out of his way. He's going to hit me. I'm going to die in a plane crash that isn't even in the air!" Then I thought, "I need to swerve. But it's a big ditch and if I wreck, will that cost me or does that stupid pilot's insurance cover that. Do planes have vehicle insurance???" Then I saw his face. I'm not sure, but I think he may have pooped his pants because the next thing I knew, he was going straight up (I have a sunroof so I looked). My hands were still sweaty by the time I got to Peoria. There's one thing I'm pretty sure of...he's not posting this on his blog!!!

The only thing I can figure out is that he was trying to land on Route 40 and the guys who were sitting on smoking on the Advanced Asphalt truck were supposed to stop me with the "Stop/Slow" sign, but weren't paying attention. I wonder if he was talking with them and they said that it was clear to land. Hmmm...that's the only thing I can come up with.