Hooray for the "Bullet", Crazy fonts, Moms, Mr. Moms.... and of course, the dot dot dots...

So it has been a crazy couple of days at the Bee house.

In Janana Bee news: I went back to work. This is the busiest time of year for me, and I was miserably busy last year, as I am sure I will be this year. I had a meeting today that I've been dreading, but it went okay.... this is what it sounded like:

"Yeah, sure."

"Oh, no problem."

"I can do that."

"Oh I like checklists! I can put it in a crazy font!"

This is what my inner monologue was saying:

Ugh, this sucks.

When I am going to have time for that?

I don't want to do THAT!

Whee... crazy font! YESSS!!

Guess which one I finished today?


In Mr. Bee news... my very own Mr. Bee has become Mr. Mom. Doing laundry (of course he didn't finish but A for effort) going grocery shopping, making Doctor appointments for the kids, even making dinner (yes I had to explain boiling water AGAIN) and cleaning up after dinner while I worked out. YAY for Mr. Bee! I feel like this wife.

It IS TRUE. He has also taken an extreme liking to my pink Nintendo DS and he spends a lot of time playing my new game, Animal Crossing. I have barely gotten a chance to play it, but Mr. Bee, he is an expert. Yesterday, we were discussing how it was already January 5th, and he said, "Oh, somethings going on today... what is it?" He looked perplexed and then said "Oh it's Roald's birthday." Yeah, Roald is not his friend... he is a character on Animal Crossing! I think it might be time for Mr. Bee to go back to work.


In Little Bee news....

My Mother, who reads this blog... took pity on me and took Drew for the night! YESSSS! So relaxing not to have to beg and plead him to go to bed tonight, and I managed to get the 30 day Shred in before 9pm. Score! By the way, day 6 of 30 day shred, and darn it if my pants are a little bit looser in the butt. Every bit counts right? Even if I do think Jillian Michaels may be trying to kill me. Also on the note of my Mom and Sister reading my blog... um, no one calls me anymore. Mom, Amber, are you worried we have nothing to say to each other since I spill my guts on the internetz every day?

Jacob started in the Toddler Room yesterday. Little baby is all growed up. So proud! Although as he grows, so does his strange, thin wispy hair. What do you do with this hair? Do you cut it or let it grow out? I am in love with it and the weirder it looks the more enjoyable it gets. I can't stop myself.... as you may notice. It's impossible not to play with. I like to style it, try and braid it, fluff it, it's 101 kinds of fun. I don't think I will cut it for a long time. In fact, if I keep growing it out we can make it a rattail. Rattails are coming back right? My boy will be so fashion forward, it's insane!

Ladies and Gentlemen.... behold the "Bullet" (Baby + Mullet) business in the front, party in the back, cute all around.

Yeah, I know there is something wrong with me. But now, secretly are you wishing your baby had the "Bullet"? Or does you child have a "Bullet" too?

Yeah, we won't mention the fact that I fell off the Nablopomo wagon already.Oops!

To my best friend

Happy Birthday, my dear friend.

Ever since the moment I met you 9 1/2 years ago, I've known we would be fast friends. You make me laugh until I cry every day, and make me feel at ease with a glance. I can talk to you for hours, even if it means arguing about politics and listening to you talk about how GREAT Sarah Palin is just to antagonize me. (Only you could say "Palin 2012" with your smug ironic face and I could still love you.) You are the sweetest man, who says and does the nicest things for me and for your family. I know some days are challenging and sometimes we don't get the chance to connect, however I feel so lucky that you decided to share your life with me and I couldn't be prouder to be your wife.

Love, Janna

PS I totally got you a rockin' Birthday/Christmas present.

You take the good, you take the bad, you take them both and then you have... marshmallows?!?

What is that title from? One of my favorites. Anyway... good with the bad right? Shaun's work just informed him that "oh ha ha, you know all that comp time you accrued? You know, when you couldn't spend any time with your family and we promised you, 'oh you can use it during the month we are off?' Yeah, well about that. We aren't going to let you use it. You have to use your only two weeks vacation, we'll let you work for a week and then you have to collect unemployment for a week. Merry fucking Christmas." I am pissed. The good news is that he is not one of the 30% of the people getting laid off at his work. But that means no vacations again for us... and we are going to suffer next month. We will get by, I'm very thankful that I will be working, but it again eats into any kind of safety net we have built. (Money is always a little tight before taxes). But I can't focus on this, and I don't want to rant. I already did this on the subject (see link above), and with so many people are getting laid off permanently, I should be happy right? So instead this post will be about Drew and marshmallows. What's happier than a fluffy marshmallow?

Drew has been really into hot chocolate the past couple of weeks, and we didn't have any marshmallows to go in them. so I bought a bag of mini marshmallows at the store. "Drew, if you eat all of your dinner you can have hot chocolate with a surprise- marshmallows!" We bribed. (Yeah we are horrible at keeping surprises around here.)

"Nah, I don't think I like marshmallows. I tried them before and didn't like them," Drew stated.

I was perplexed. Surely he must be mistaken. The boy who loves anything sugar does not like marshmallows? Is he sick? This isn't the Drew that I know. Then I realized. He was thinking about the mushrooms we made him try before. "Oh honey, they aren't mushrooms." So I showed him the bag and let him smell the goodness that is marshmallows. He quickly ate his organic broccoli and hamburger on whole wheat bun (hey these details are important, I don't want you to think I feed my children junk all of the time). So of course, the photo crazed mommarazzi I am, I documented this momentous occasion in his life.

The First marshmallow EVAR!











He tries it....










HE likes it!










What we affectionately call "lukewarm chocolate".










We have a happy child, and surprisingly he went to sleep well that night even after all the sugar. Go figure!

Mommies are Mommies, Duh!

An exchange between my husband and Drew:

Husband: Mommy is so wonderful and she is the prettiest girl in the world. Don't you think Mommy is the prettiest girl in the world?

Drew: [Grinning a mischeivious grin.] Noooo!

Husband: You don't think Mommy is the prettiest girl in the world?

Drew: Nooo! Mommy is not pretty!

Husband: Why would you say that?

Drew: Mommy is not pretty, she is a Mommy. Mommies aren't pretty! Mommies are Mommies!

I knew this day was coming. I am a Mommy and therefore am no longer the prettiest girl in the world. However I am still a Princess, damnit!

Hey.... don't rain on my parade.

What we do while Shaun is away....

All Beware of the Tiger Cage. There is a scary Tiger that lurks inside....
The Brave Photographer gets closer....

And closer....

And Closer....
WATCH OUT! TOO CLOSE!

*No one was harmed in the making of this post*

7 Weird things about myself- a list post.

Thank you everyone for all of your kind words and reassurance about this. I'm glad I could say my peace. On that note, if you comment on my blog, I might go over to your blog and click on an ad or two. What can I say, reading nice people's blogs makes me want to shop (or at least get them more adsense revenue- I am up to $1.50 for my blog! Woo hoo.)

Okay, so I told two of the aforementioned very nice bloggers, The Bush Family and The Rambler, that I was going to take part in this activity of naming 7 weird things about myself. Here we go (in reverse order, although I don't think any of them are ranked as more weird than the other).

7. I talk to myself a lot. I mean A LOT. I also complain to myself a lot. I've heard it's a sign of intelligence- don't judge!

6. My favorite movie of all time is Weird Science. I heart skinny Michael Anthony Hall. Plus you have Robert Downey Jr. in it too, whom I heart as well.

5. Okay, so I've used this one before but it still holds true. People used to tell me I looked like Claire Danes (How they would tell me is something like this: "omigod, you look just like that girl from My-So-Called-Life!") and it annoyed the crap out of me. Now I wish someone would tell me that. So what do you think? Is it true? This picture is 8 years old, which is my excuse for weird boob-pocket shirt/white tank ensemble. Hai everybodee, here is mah boob- oh wait, it's hiding behind this pocket where I keep mah spare change! We all make fashion mistakes. At least I am wearing a tank under it I guess.

4. Whenever I watch anything scary, I have to put my feet up. I am always worried that someone is going to slash my heel tendon, thanks to the movie Pet Semetary. Even talking about it now gives me the heebie jeebies and makes me want to put my feet up.

3. My sister and I used to HATE cleaning up dishes, so much so that we would have water fights, mashed potato fights, whipped cream fights any time that we could INSTEAD of cleaning up.

2. I love warm pickles. I will open a jar of pickles just so I can eat a ton before they go into the refrigerator. (I know it doesn't compete with pickle and peanut butter sandwiches, but it's all I've got!)

1. I hate all hot or lukewarm beverages. Coffee, Tea, Red wine, Hot Chocolate? Yuck! Give me a Diet Coke at 7 am any day.


Gosh, I am sorry I am so boring!

Now on that note, I am going to challenge everyone to name 7 weird things that happened to them yesterday! Here are mine:

7. Drew has decided that our main bathroom is the "girls" bathroom and our master bathroom is a "boys" bathroom and only wants to use the "boys" bathroom, and throws a fit about using the "girls" bathroom. He keeps citing his Pre-K room having a "boys" and "girls" bathroom as evidence of this truth.

6. Shaun told me he wants a "moist" cake for his birthday. Um first of all, hate the word "moist". It conjures up a lot of images I don't want to have about cake. Second of all- eff you honey! Like I would intentionally make a dry cake. I told him if he is so concerned maybe his Mom should make the cake since I hate making cakes.

5. Jacob was up at 3am, 4am, 5am last night, waking up for good at 5am. He had a fever, but he doesn't have it now. I love unexplainable fevers.

4. It's been 188 days since I've used Wii fit, and today I used it and I'm better at it than I was when I was using it religiously. Running after Jacob must be keeping me in better shape than I thought!

3. Jacob did not nap. It was a rough day at our house.

2. My Mom is still hemming and hawing (how old does this phrase make me? 80?) about watching the kids overnight for Shaun's birthday (a big surprise I was hoping to plan). My Mom does read this so- Mom tell me yes or no! But don't leave me hanging!

1. I got so spooked thinking about Pet Semetary that I came out here and typed this instead of sleeping. Not only is that weird, but it also makes me weird as well, so really this could qualify for both lists!

Now I challenge whoever is up to this, to do one list or both lists. Just let me know if you do!