I fixed it!

I fixed it! I fixed all the wierd stuff my blog was doing. For those of you who haven't seen it before, it had this big white space at the bottom that made no sense. And then there was this white cross-hatching thing at the bottom of the sidebar. I got rid of all of that and then changed my text color to black. I think I like that better than the white. I wanted to keep the text white and have the headings of everything be black, but it didn't work that way. Oh well. I think it still looks better than it did! Yea, me!
~Pascha

Business is business

Ok, so I didn't want to say anything yet, but I think it is all going to work out now. Ammie and I are buying a business. It's all very exciting but let me tell you, it scares me to death! I'm always doing some kind of business of one kind or another, but it's always been something that if it didn't work, I wasn't tied to it. This is a real, brick and mortar business. If something happens, we still are tied to the lease of the building and the payments on the purchase of the business itself. Very scary stuff! I see people go into business and then out again so fast; I just can't let that happen to us. This just has to work out and succeed. One good thing, is that it is an already established business here in town. It just really needs work . . . advertising, people!!! Good advertising is KEY! Anyway, please wish us luck!
~Pascha

Heeeeere's Johnny!

Do you think that is how he was announced into heaven? I'd like to think so. I can't believe he is gone. I can still remember staying up late with my parents to watch and then crying with my mom when he had his last show and said goodbye to everyone. I guess one of the last of the classic comedians had to finally go and join all the other classics that have been waiting for him. We'll truly miss you, down here, Johnny.
~Pascha

For those who don't know, Johnny Carson passed away today, January 23, 2005.

Hey! Where's the creme filling?!

So, I go snack food shopping the other night at the local Wal-mart. Of course it's later at night so I can go by myself and leave the kiddos with Chris. All I really want are Twinkies. I load up the cart with chips and granola bars and Coke and just your general junk. I get to the aisle where the Twinkies should be and there is a giant hole, a vast emptiness, a void! No Twinkies!!!
So, now, here I am. Chris has his chips, Parker has his granola bars, and I have Lydia. My squishy, tasty, kissable little butterball who constantly spits up all over me. And even though I love her dearly, I really want (no, need) a Twinkie! So, all I keep thinking as I hold and hug her is, "Hey! That's not creme filling!"
Until later, I am always
Party Pascha!

The longest week ever

This has been the longest week ever! I wanted it to be friday on wednesday! And it's still only thursday! One of my problems is that I have sooo restless lately. I have rearranged/organized/cleaned my living and dining rooms. Ammie, you will surprised if you ever come over and see it. I have been getting up before 8 am on some days (this is a big deal with me, people) just because I wake and am immediately restless! I just wish there was something cool to do in this town for those of us who have kids! Man, if I could find a financial backer I could make a killing in this town! I want to build a giant play place parents can take their kids. Oh, man, I heard about this place in Texas that is 2 stories. The bottom floor is where all the kid stuff is: 2 lane bowling alley, arcade games, the works! The second floor is for the adults: big screen t.v.s, bar, etc. The kids are given cards they wear around their necks and that is how they play the games: the money is put onto the cards. The parents are given a thing like they give you in some restaurants when there is a long waiting list and it lights up when they need you. Here, if it lights up, the kids are out of money and either the parent puts more on their card or it's time to go! Sounds so cool! I wish something, hell, ANYTHING were here besides McDonald's playland! I'd be there probably too much!
Till later,
~Pascha

"I wish I had breasts right now," he says

"I wish I had breasts right now." My husband tells me this as I am nursing our daughter. He continues with, "because then I could do that while you make dinner. I am STARVING!"
Yes, I understand he just got home from work. I understand he can't cook ANYTHING! He doesn't even grill, people! He got a cookbook for Christmas to use with the grill HE got a couple of Christmases ago and he tells his parents, "well, this is for Pascha." When we grill, I am the one doing it. It's crazy! Oh, he can make a great sandwich or roll up (tortilla instead of bread), but he gets flustered if he has to follow directions on a hamburger helper box. heh heh. Oh, well. I can't stand to clean and he's good at that, so I guess it's a good trade. I love to cook. I don't think he loves to clean, so I got the better end of the deal. :)
Later,
~Pascha

Hyperventilation: not my best moment

I've been attempting to rearrange my living & dining rooms to allow more space. I was pulling a big loveseat away from the wall & I saw it! A mouse! Normally, this would have caused a scream followed by me chasing it. But there would be no chasing THIS mouse! It was snapped! In a trap! I couldn't breathe, people. I was getting dizzy. My stomach was churning! I was seriously having problems! I don't know why I reacted that way. I really don't. I ended up having to leave the room & wait until my husband got home from work so he could take care of it! Crazy, huh? Anyway, last night, I spotted another little sucker running. I want to get those things you plug into the wall & it keeps rodents, etc. away by emitting soundwaves that bother them. Does anyone know if they actually work? Please let me know.
Thanks,
~Pascha

Confessions of a very white girl's wannabe a gangsta dreams...

Ok, first of all, I am NOT past my prime! Thank you very much! Just because I like to groove to the D Oh Double Gee, movin' my bootay to the muse-ay; just because when I hear "party like it's your birthday" I get up on the table and DO; just because I like to move my rump to tha ba dump a dump dump; just because . . . just because . . . okay, fine! Whatever, you may think it's disturbing, but I WILL NOT STOP!! I will dance into my grave, woman! They don't call me Party Pascha for sitting on my behind! Okay, I call myself Party Pascha, but either way! I will not be stifled! I will NOT go quietly into the night! I will jam! I will BOOGIE! I. WILL. HIP HOP!!! and I won't stop! Gonna make my body rock!
Okay, I'm done.
Peace!
~Pascha

Jack-in-the-box and other scary things

Okay, so Parker asks me to get down my winnie-the-pooh Jack-in-the-box so he can play with it. I figure he's old enough to do it now and probably won't tear it up. (It was a gift, to ME, from Ammie and my brother) Anyway, so he's winding it up: . . . la laa la la laa, la laa la la laa, *POP!* and I jump! EVERY SINGLE TIME! Parker doesn't even flinch, he just laughs and says, "Is that scary, momma?" I say, "yeah." I have no idea why, even when I KNOW something is coming, I still jump. I am that way with everything. Movies are the worst! I KNOW it's coming up on a point where something is going to jump out or whatever and my heart is racing and I'm holding my breath and then BAM! I jump and scream and act like a crazy person! But it is sooo much fun, isn't it? I love to be scared, in a good, fun kinda way. I absolutely LOVE rollercoasters!!! Chris and I watch the Discovery channel when they show those groups people in rollercoaster clubs who go around to the different theme parks around the country just to ride the crazy costers. I would sooo do that! How fun, huh? The best rides are ones that go from 0 to 60 in 3 seconds oh! and my favorite: the freefall type of rides, where they just DROP you! Those rock! I've been skydiving. For real. Now, that was a rush! But after the freefall and the chute was out and I was just up there, floating . . . man, that was one of the most peaceful experiences I have ever had. I will never forget that. It truly was awesome (used in the way "awesome" should be used).

I guess I've always craved the exciting, wild kinda stuff. So what am I doing sitting at a computer, blogging? I guess I'm on a leave of absence, so to speak, while I have kids. When they get a little older and we can all do crazy things together, I'll be back, baby! There's a hang-glider out there with MY name on it!

~Pascha

Spongebob takes over & Parties!!!

Okay, people. Spongebob has taken over! My son was taking a nap and I was laying in there with him and Lydia, when all of a sudden he opens his eyes and says real loudly,
"You know what Mr. Crab says?!"
I said, "what?"
"Stay away from the hooks!"
I started laughing, but when I look at him his eyes are closed and he whispers, "stay away from the hooks" and he's fast asleep again!! Weird, people. I mean really weird.
Of course, I've been known to do some crazy stuff in my sleep, too but to actually witness the weirdness in your own, not-even-three-yet, little boy . . . well, it's just scary.

So, we got a nice sheet of ice today! It's really cold out there! Schools got out early today (shouldn't have gone in the first place) and they are cancelled tomorrow. That's how you know it's a big deal here, they actually close the schools. They don't like to cancel unless ABSOLUTELY necessary!

Back to Spongebob. I'm already planning Parker's birthday party. It's not until May, but I am such a procrastinator that if I don't start something ridiculously early, it won't get done on time! I'm thinking it will definitely be a Spongebob theme. Probably decorate to look like Bikini Bottom (Spongebob's town for those who don't know). I think it will be cool! I love to throw a party! I used to throw myself a birthday party every year, and then one day all my friends were gone (I live in a college town and they had moved on) and since then I have had to use Parker as an excuse to throw parties and now I have Lydia, too! Woo-hoo!!! I need to have more kids! Ha-ha! No, really. I do want 4 children. Just think of all the parties I can throw! What enjoyment! What fun! What sheer bliss! This is NOT sarcasm, people, I truly am filled with joy right now! I need to start planning Lydia's first birthday party, it's in September . . .

~Pascha

The 80's queen is dethroned *sigh*

Okay, first of all you need to know that my first ever e-mail address was: Pascha_80squeen@hotmail.com I can still get stuff there, but I started getting too much JUNK and got new ones. Yes, I have multiple for different things to get sent to dif. addresses. Anyway, that doesn't matter. I have always been the 80's Queen until yesterday! Ammie, my sis-in-law/bestfriend sent me this quiz to my e-mail. While her intentions may have been good, the following is the reply she later got in HER e-mail:
(WARNING: Please take the quiz first before reading on, I give some stuff away)

"Ammie,
First of all, you suck! I knew almost every song, BUT could not get the lyrics right! My brain IS mush, you know. Second, I am a moron and said I was born before Woodstock! Der-der! I got a 48% and it said I wasn't really from the 80's! Hello? People? I AM the 80's queen! Then, to top it all off, Chris took it and got a 93.5% saying he is an 80's rock god or something like that! He effing sucks! Just because he spelled Billie Jean right ( I said Billy Jean, so it was wrong) and he got 10 pts for knowing "warm smell of colitas rising up through the air" They said he was god for knowing this! Some of the ones I missed I was just yelling at the computer! And what really sucks is the whole time I was taking the test, I was like, "I rock! I know all these!" But Noooooo! Alas, I was shot down. I hang my head in shame. There was only 1 song that I did not know, and that was the invisible man sleeping in my bed song. What is that? I know every other song, but I can't get the dang lyrics right! I think I will be pissed for a week! Thanks, Ammie. Thanks a lot! Love,
Pascha"

And so, I leave you with this: She may have hit me with (her) best shot but I am still a maniac, a maniac on the floor and (I'm) dancing like (I've) never danced before. I wore a raspberry beret as she cut me like a knife and if you see me walking by and the tears are in my eyes, look away. But just know that I'm still standing, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Love to all,
~Pascha

Chasing Mice

I hear the scratching again. And the chewing. And more scratching. Yes, I have mice or maybe just mouse. Before we bought our house, it was being remodeled and mice were in the attic. I found this out AFTER we moved in! I had just moved from a house where mice, from the field behind us, had sought refuse from the cold in our kitchen pantry! Then, I buy a house and they are there, too! Every time I think they are finally gone, I hear another one! I don't like the idea of having to kill them, because they can be cute. (I know, I am crazy or something) But then whenever I have to wash another drawer full of Lydia's clothes because I find a little present was left on her sleeper, I am screaming, "Die, Fucker, Die!!!" Pardon my language, but that is how I feel! Anyway, the one I keep hearing is actually IN the wall. I hope it's stuck in there and dies and rots! But I don't want to smell anything! I know this isn't exactly the "look on the bright side" type of thing I said this site was going to be, but I just needed to vent.

I finally understand the violence of the following nursery rhyme:
"Three blind mice, three blind mice. See how they run, see how they run. They all ran after the farmer's wife, she cut off their tails with a carving knife. Did you ever see such a sight in your life as three blind mice?" She should have cut off their heads, instead!

See ya!
~Pascha

Playing with pics

"I'm a cowboy. On a steel horse I ride." This is Parker a year and a half ago!

Well, I am learning how to add pics. Hello from Picasa is what I used, but I added them 1 at a time, so they listed as separate posts. It's pretty cool, though because it does everything for you!

"Isn't she lovely? Isn't she wonderful?"

What's up people? This is Lydia, my chunky munky! 

Addictions

There are some things I'm addicted to and not afraid to admit it.

• Popcorn! Gotta love it!
• Coke. My husband's co-workers refer to my "drinking problem" if I'm having a caffeine fit.
• Cool Ranch Doritos
• craft and decorating shows on DIY , HGTV , or TLC
• Desperate Housewives on ABC. Man, I can't help it!
• dancing while driving . . . people sure do look at me funny!

Then there are things my SON is addicted to. Some I don't mind, others . . .

• Spongebob! I don't blame him, it's hilarious.
• Coke. This is my fault.
• Candy! Candy! and more Candy!
• Telling me, in public, when my daughter starts to cry, "Lydia wants to chew your boobs." Nice, very nice.
• Pulling his little body part through the opening of his underwear and saying, "Look, mommy, it's my pee pee!" Why did my husband show him that?

So, there's a little bit of insight into my life. Ahh, the joys of motherhood.

Well, gotta go. There's a craft show on.

~Pascha

Welcome to the Party!

Ever heard the phrase, "They walk to the beat of a different drummer"? Well, I have my own disco ball and mix-master d.j.! I try to be optimistic about pretty much everything and that is what this site is for. Looking on the bright side of things. Taking time to enjoy life. Noticing the little things. Paying attention to that song playing in your head and dancing to the tune without caring who is watching. "Life's a dance. You learn as you go. Sometimes you lead, sometimes you follow."
Quoting music lyrics will be a regular occurrence. Feel free to join in.
Anyway, I am a 30-something mom of 2. Parker is my 2 1/2 yr. old crazy baby boy, and Lydia is my almost 4 month old sweet little soon to be crazy baby girl. I am not the strictest of parents; I'm not letting them set the house on fire, but I don't care if they jump on the furniture. I figure if they aren't having fun, how can I be having fun? And enjoying life is what it's all about, right? I have a B.A. in Psychology, although I can't seem to remember half the stuff I learned. Having kids warps your brain, man! I like to talk psychology, so you may see that here a lot as well. My name is Pascha, hence the name of my site. Pascha means leader which has fit really well until lately. I've been copying my best friend/sis-in-law . She keeps doing things that I decide I want to do, like this blog for instance. I hope she doesn't mind, I see someone dancing to a good song and I want to join in, ya know? I hope I enjoy this blogging as much as she does. And I hope others enjoy it as well. I really don't know what I am doing, but that's all part of learning, huh? I've got some sewing to do, so I'll see ya later!
~Pascha