Monthly Archives: November 2008

Intentional Pajamas


How sad am I.  I just went to Target at 6:45.  Wanna know what I got?


travel shampoo & conditioner

travel deoderant

travel toothbrushes

and some Intentional Pajamas.

NO Christmas bargains.  NO ripsticks or ipod accessories or RockBandWorldTourAndThenSome2009.  Just plain ol’ necessities for me.  I know.  Too weird.  Whatever.

It occured to me yesterday (about 23+ years late, probably) that there are some key times in a Grown Woman’s life that it is crucial to wear Intentional Pajamas.  One’s honeymoon would be a good example, but we’re not going there.

I’m talking about Thanksgiving morning, when you want to be comfy as long as possible, but you also have a pile of stuff to be doing (during the commercials of the parade), such as leafing through the bonus newspaper flyers and collected mail catalogs.   Or Christmas morning when you know you’ll be in photos with bed head that are looked at and laughed at for generations to come.  At least the PJs can be new, right?

Also Intentional Pajamas are good for visiting Ye Olde Extended Family.  Which we are doing this weekend beginning later today.  There will be 20 of us under one roof.  Some related, some not.  Some have been around for a while, others have not.  So off to Target I went for Intentional Pajamas.

I’m sure you know what I mean by IPJs but let me just explain, in case you have always grasped the concept and it is not a new thought for you at age 40.  “Pajamas” is a loose term, in my head, as well as the noggins of my offspring meaning “whatever clothes you fell asleep on the couch in.”  I freely admit that most if not all of my clothes are so comfortable that I have worn at least part of them to bed on countless occasions.  But this won’t do for Holiday Extended Family Lolling, which, I can only hope, will happen tomorrow, Saturday, November 29, 2008 at the Grand View.

So the BoyKid got a robe.  I got some thermal pants with cute snowflakes and skiiers on them and some fuzzy socks, since we’ll more than likely be sleeping on the floor.  I believe everyone else is covered.  The girls are pretty up on their sleepwear fashions.  The Big Boy can sleep in soccer shorts & a tee shirt.  That’s not a battle I care to fight.

But I gots me some IPJs.

…to grandmother’s house we go!



OK, OK, I’ll say it. 

We are getting closer as a family due to the death of our big screen TV.

But that’s just because we’re all now huddled around the color-faded 12″ that was removed from it’s usual nesting spot at, or should I say after Report Card Time.   The nonhonor-rollee shall remain nameless, although one would think all that extra time NOT BATHING would be well spent on homework.  I’m just sayin’.

So nothing was ON last night.  Yet, we’re still huddled around the box watching Tom Bergeron before he went gray introducing clips of people about to wreck on bikes.  Thrilling.

Hubby fell asleep at 9:30.  That’s NineNUH.  ThirtyYUH.

But he hasn’t been feeling well.  Probably because of all the snow.  Because I alone counted 7 flakes yesterday…and that was just out ONE window.  You can IMAGINE how many there were across the entire TOWN of Virginia Beach.

Please wish with me that our replacement Big Screen TV bulb comes today.  Jim & Pam and Jeff Probst are expecting me and I don’t want to let them down.

Smells like 4th grade spirit


We have to remind the Youngest to bathe.

8th grade Soccer Boy has been on the daily going on 3 years now.  7th Grade Girl is up 2 hours before her departure to get the entire beautification process completed.  5th Grade Girl also needs ample time for post- cleanse hair-straightening.

But 4th kid, he needs the parental reminder. 

Since the comments from the Olders aren’t all that effective.

“Dude…you smell.”   


“I know.”

So this morning was The Day.  About 45 seconds after I walked into his room to wake him up, he met me in the kitchen with wet hair, clean jeans (he has picked up this hot tip–to NOT show up in the clothes he slept in–corroborates the illusion of cleanliness.  Sharp one, he).

It sorta reminds me of that Bill Cosby bit where his wife is ordering the children STEP BY STEP what to do after dinner (before the Beatings).  Go INTO the bathroom.  Take OFF your clothes.  Turn ON the water.  Use SOAP…

So he approaches me grinning like…well, like something that grins like they’re getting away with something.

“Smell me.”

“Did you wash your hair?”


“With what?”  (smells like wet boy head to me)

“I used the Man Shampoo.”

Well.  That explains a LOT.  Then tilts his head and says to himself  ‘Did I wash my arm?’  yeah  And he sticks out his arm for me to smell also. 

Oh you nasty boy.

Dead TV


I came home after kids on Thursday (AKA:  Survivor/Office night) to a quiet peaceful lack of blaring TV.  When I expressed my praise and gratitude that they found other things to do, they quickly shared that the TV was dead.  Oh, rats. 

This happens every year about this time.  We order a new bulb, install it ourownselves and presto…brains return instantaneously back to mush.  Hubby showed me that our Sears Protection Agreement expires on 11/16/08 so DON’T FORGET TO CALL and helpfully offered to put the number somewhere in my constant vision so I wouldn’t forget to call.  Gotta love ‘im. 

I called and ordered the “free” bulb.  Then I reupped our Protection Agreement.  Then I thought about bondage.

Because the whining that was happening in my head on Survivor/Office night sounded an awful lot like those annoying Israelites I keep reading so much about.    And I wondered exactly how I would feel if my very own “Moses” came and bashed every one of our TVs.  And computers.  And cell phones.  Telling me that it was time to move on and that I was used to being a “slave” but now it’s time for some freedom.  I’m sure that wouldn’t go over too well.

So I’m having a smidge more compassion for those pesky Israelites.  And enjoying the unexpected TV turn off weekend. 

Thank God for Facebook.

I blame Michael’s


So about 3.2 weeks ago the Big Girl and I went searching for “window paint.”  We were wanting to paint our car windows for the Big Game, which, of course, was the Virginia Beach Middle School City Soccer Championship to be held at the VB Sportsplex.  Right next door to the VB Amphitheatre.  It was originially slated for October 30 when someone realized that traffic may be a problem….


Obama rally draws thousands to Virginia Beach amphitheater

So then it was pushed to Nov. 5 and it got Nor’Eastered out.  

So finally the 3rd rescheduled Big Game Day arrived, sunny and brisk.  Kids and I went to town painting each window with sayings like “Who can?  Princess Ann can!”  and “Panther’s #1” and “Go Wes #9” and “You can do it!”

I made the ultimate mistake though.  I wrote “City Champs 2008” and because space was tight:




Cut to stadium.  The P.A. girls won 2-0.  What a way to start the night. 

The P.A. boys, though, were down by 2 at the half.  We had 7 shots on goal.  Independence Eagles had 3. 

Big Girl and I talked about how in real life a Panther would certainly munch an Eagle for a snack with ease.  “Although,” she reminded me, “…a cardinal “ate” a tiger in the World Series a few years ago.”   I had no comeback.  And turns out she was on to something.

Because in the 2nd half, despite the many showy defensive juke-outs my boy had over their star player, two plays were horribly sickening to watch. 

One was an attempted “clear” that took a rueful bounce off the goalpost and into the opposite corner. 

Another was an attempted step-over/kick back on a break away that he hustled his butt to get to…only for it to dribble unexpectedly forward instead of smoothly back in the opposite direction, setting up the long haired ethnic Eagle for another easy goal.  I turned to the father of my boy and asked, “So, does he get an assist for that one?”

Humility ain’t no fun, son.  City champs 2008?  Sorry but U no it. 

But at least the girls won. 

woo hoo.

I mean GREAT value


Blessed is the one who finds wisdom,
   and the one who gets understanding,
14 for the gain from her is better than gain from silver
   and her profit better than gold.
15She is more precious than jewels,
   and nothing you desire can compare with her

 This undated photo made available by the Israeli Antiquities Authority on

Nov 10, 2008 – JERUSALEM – Israeli archeologists have discovered a 2,000-year-old gold earring beneath a parking lot next to the walls of Jerusalem’s old city, the Israel Antiquities Authority said Monday.

According to the grace of God given to me, like a skilled master builder I laid a foundation, and someone else is building upon it. Let each one take care how he builds upon it. 11For no one can lay a foundation other than that which is laid, which is Jesus Christ. 12Now if anyone builds on the foundation with gold, silver, precious stones, wood, hay, straw— 13 each one’s work will become manifest, for the Day will disclose it, because it will be revealed by fire, and the fire will test what sort of work each one has done. 14If the work that anyone has built on the foundation survives, he will receive a reward. 15If anyone’s work is burned up, he will suffer loss, though he himself will be saved, but only as through fire.

The discovery dates back to the time of Christ, during the Roman period, said Doron Ben-Ami, director of excavation at the site. The piece was found in a Byzantine structure built several centuries after the jeweled earring was made, showing it was likely passed down through generations, he said.

“The kingdom of heaven is like treasure hidden in a field, which a man found and covered up. Then in his joy he goes and sells all that he has and buys that field.”

The find is luxurious: A large pearl inlaid in gold with two drop pieces, each with an emerald and pearl set in gold.

“Again, the kingdom of heaven is like a merchant in search of fine pearls, who, on finding one pearl of great value, went and sold all that he had and bought it.”

“Jewelry is hardly preserved in archaeological context in Jerusalem,” he said, because precious metals were often sold or melted down during the many historic takeovers of the city.

In this you greatly rejoice, even though now for a little while, if necessary, you have been distressed by various trials, 7so that the proof of your faith, being more precious than gold which is perishable, even though tested by fire, may be found to result in praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ;  8and though you have not seen Him, you love Him, and though you do not see Him now, but believe in Him, you greatly rejoice with joy inexpressible and full of glory, 9obtaining as the outcome of your faith the salvation of your souls.

Blessed is the one who finds wisdom,
   and the one who gets understanding,
14 for the gain from her is better than gain from silver
   and her profit better than gold.
15She is more precious than jewels,
   and nothing you desire can compare with her