Lego My Sanity: A Bit of a Rant

Use Your WordsWelcome to this month’s Use Your Words Challenge!  Bloggers participating in this challenge literally get to swap words to use in their posts, and the resulting masterpieces are all published at the same time for the world to read! 

The words I was given this month are: White ~ Table ~ Legos ~ Hair Brush ~ Tube

They were submitted by: http://stacysewsandschools.blogspot.com/

Be sure to see what other bloggers came up with by following the links at the bottom of the post.  Now read on for my little rant!

They get it honest.  Honest.

They get it honest. Honest.  I’m constantly reminded just how mean I am because I did not permit him to purchase this $400 set.

In case you haven’t figured out by reading some of my older posts, we are a lego family.

I love legos, because they encourage creativity and problem solving and all of that jazz for two children who would rather be parked in front of a television most of the time.  My kids would be content to play with legos all day long some days.  That’s cool, because it keeps them well entertained.

I also hate legos, because my children never pick them up.

Apparently legos are so much fun that we can never be done playing with them completely.  “But I’m not finished yet!” are the words of protest met most often when we have to quit building to do silly things like eat your supper, go brush your hair with a hair brush so you don’t look like an orphan child when we leave the house, or get ready for bed.

They were delighted when the Easter Bunny delivered these guys.

They were delighted when the Easter Bunny delivered these guys.

We tried establishing a specific area in the room adjacent to our living room where the legos could congregate.  There is a table set up specifically for building with legos, but instead it functions more as another place to put legos that are not being used.  The legos that are “being used” are all over the floor.

A perfect example of what really grinds my gears when the legos are out:  The Princess must only use white legos to construct her house of awesomeness.  That means that approximately 90% of the other legos must be thrown aside as she searches for those particular bricks.  On the floor.  Where they can be stepped on.

Imagine my chagrin when my husband gave in to the children’s request to bring the BIG container of legos in from storage.  So instead of just two somewhat large containers we bought at Christmas time, we also have one giant rubbermaid tub that has been sitting in the living room for quite some time.  It’s currently off limits.  Because Mom is tired of stepping on legos.  And Mom is mean.

Whoever put this up must be a parent with at least two young children.

Whoever put this up must be a parent with at least two young children.

Yep that’s right.  Currently I play the role of the bad guy because I’m constantly threatening to donate the legos lying about in the play room to a child who will take care of them and because I won’t run out and buy them a copy of The LEGO Movie.

Why haven’t I bought the LEGO movie?  Do I really want to hear “Everything is Awesome” 12000 times a day?  It’s already bad enough that I hear “Where’s my pants?” constantly.  I’m sure I’ll break down eventually-maybe when school has started and we aren’t together 24/7.

My solution to the LEGO problem naturally  would be  a big vacuum  tube.  Simply put it in the center of the room and all the bricks would be sucked up, kind of like that thing on the sand crawler on Star Wars.  You know, the one that sucks up R2D2?  Wouldn’t that horrible?  Not permanently, of course, just sucked back into their big old container.  Or to just take all the legos and make one big long road with them.  Instead of telling people to follow the yellow brick road, it would be to follow the lego brick road!  Sorry kids, you can’t use those bricks, it’s part of my road so people can find stuff.

Thank you for joining me for my little rant.  Now I want to hear from you.  Do your children possess a toy that you both love and hate? Is there something that your kids simply will not pick up no matter what you threaten?  I’d love to know that I’m not alone.

http://bakinginatornado.com                                Baking In A Tornado

http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/                          Spatulas on Parade

http://stacysewsandschools.blogspot.com/                      Stacy Sews and Schools

http://sparklyjenn.blogspot.com/                              Sparkly Poetic Weirdo

http://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch/         Confessions of a part-time working mom

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http://berghamchronicles.blogspot.com/                  The Bergham’s Life Chronicles

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http://www.someoneelsesgenius.com                   Someone Else’s Genius

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Wrapping Up Christmas: Illness, Elvis, Sparkly Chests, Draco, Giant Hams, and Toothpaste in My Eye

The kids on Christmas morning.

The kids on Christmas morning.

Do you do pretty much the same thing every Christmas?  Do you throw caution to the wind and do something different EVERY YEAR?

At the rate we are going, we are easily going to become tradition rebels.  Last year we decided to change up tradition, due to my husband’s graduation from Engineering School the week before Christmas and the fact that every single Christmas my son starts throwing up (true story).  So instead of splitting it up over two days, we did some of Christmas that weekend, and then on Christmas Eve we went to my parent’s house.  It worked-there was no puking of any kind.  Isn’t that nice?

THIS year we had an almost twelve days of Christmas.  Eleven days is close enough, right? Actually it was just a few days all spread out, but it’s easier to say eleven days instead of one here and then one there… It started with a cold.  A really bad cold, and ended with a clogged sink and toothpaste in my eye.

I think I’ve already beat the early Christmas story to death, so I’ll be brief.  The first day of Christmas my two kids and  me saw Elvis and my family (keep twisting the syllables and eventually you’ll get it to fit.  Trust me.)  Really, I have a relative who does a pretty great Elvis, and was the entertainment at my aunt and uncle’s 50th wedding anniversary.  The cold was the one I had (and still have a little bit) and the one that Evil Genius was dying from and ended up staying home with nice warm animals.  I can’t say that I blamed him, I had been at that same point two days prior and if I thought I had the chance to stay in bed and veg I gladly would have.  But I’m the Mom, that doesn’t happen.

While we were there we obviously got the much needed family time, ate some great food, and exchanged gifts.   I received a wonderfully warm soft purple Old Navy hoodie that unfortunately was covered with sequins (apparently this was not mentioned in the online item description).  Sequins and I do not agree-especially where they were located.  That area is big enough, let’s not turn it into a “Look at my Chest” billboard.  My Mom spent quite a long time removing them.  I don’t know if “de-sequin” is a word, but it definitely applied to what had to be done!  It is now sequin free and quite nice.  Princess Christmas got to keep the pretty sparklies.  As long as she doesn’t use them to adorn her own chest I am good with that.

Later on in the week:  Behold, A blizzard!  A blizzard lovingly dubbed “Draco” by the weather community made its way to our neck of the woods midweek.  We left for our church choir Christmas party with a little snow on the ground and a couple of hours later were sliding around in tons of snow coming home.  It was definitely worth venturing out for the chicken sandwiches and apple cider.  By morning our state was pretty much at a standstill, and continued to be for the next days.  It turned out that “Draco” (being a Harry Potter fan, I really loved the name) was the worst blizzard in more than a decade.

This obviously shut down my son’s school for the last two days before Christmas break, as well as my husband’s work for one of those days.  A lot of Christmas goodies got eaten that probably shouldn’t have.  Oh yes, I finally got the pretzels tried again and while they weren’t pretty, they were very good.  It didn’t make a very big batch, so we put a few in the teacher gifts, and we ate the rest.  If you missed the tales of the Christmas baking wins and fails read The ADD Kitchen Chapter 2: Cooking Calamities and Delicious Evil Lurks in the Downstairs Freezer

White chocolate peppermint pretzels

White chocolate peppermint pretzels

Christmas Eve Eve Eve (Saturday):  I was nearly done cleaning the house when the announcement came that my in-laws would in fact not be joining us due to the roads.  So we quit cleaning and we went to spend the day in town.  Then that evening we got the call that they WERE going to come after all.  At seven at night.  At least my house was already clean.

They brought both kids a set of lego type blocks called “Laser Pegs”, which are basically clear legos that light up.  They are REALLY neat, but chew on this for a minute- legos hurt pretty bad when you step on them.  At least if the lego is visible you have a fighting chance to avoid them.  Ouch, ouch, OUCH!  However, despite the ouchiness they have kept the kids very entertained.

Christmas Eve:  I spent an inordinate amount of time wandering through stores buying socks and ingredients to make a buffalo chicken dip.  We missed the church service.  We almost forgot cream cheese in our dip.  The potato soup was cooked too long.  But we DID have some yummy hot chocolate, and I tried hot chocolate with peppermint schnapps for the first time.  Fantastic!  I was toasty warm.

Christmas Day:  It was good.  Quiet, but good.  The kids opened the remainder of their presents, which wasn’t much.  I am very satisfied that a used Lite Brite that cost around a dollar has given them many hours of entertainment.  Princess Christmas was more than thrilled with her box of many princesses, the Professor has been ecstatic about the fact that we found him almost all of the Avengers action figures. All of the presents they have received over the course of the 11 Day Christmas are still being played with an appreciated. Even Evil Genius has been playing with the kids presents. The Professor was given a remote controlled helicopter by my in-laws, which was actually really a present for Evil Genius.  It has been flying around the house pretty frequently, even after the children were in bed for the night.  Both animals are absolutely terrified of it.  The cat stays hidden (more than usual) and if the dog could crawl in my pocket he would.

Unwrapping gifts on Christmas Day.

Unwrapping gifts on Christmas Day.

Christmas dinner was a ham.  A giant prepackaged precooked Farmland ham.  It’s not that we don’t have taste, it’s just that I didn’t want to do another turkey so soon, and the idea of paying anywhere between thirty and fifty dollars for a piece of meat made me physically ill.  So instead we paid $10.53 for that.  It was good.  I foresee us getting very sick of ham leftovers here in the near future.

And just like every year, when it’s all over and the kids go to bed, I have what I can only describe as “Post-Christmas Letdown”.  I’m not sure what exactly it is, but I just feel a little sad.  Maybe it was the fact that we didn’t get to spend a whole lot of time with family this year.  Maybe it was the cookies that got made but never frosted.  Or the Christmas dinner that didn’t have a whole lot to it other than one giant ham and green bean casserole.  Or that my husband had to return to work the next day and go back to being grumpy and semi conscious.  Or perhaps this time it was the fact that we rented an Adam Sandler movie.  Every time we rent one, I’m just disappointed. Why I put as much faith as I do in Mr Sandler, I’ll never know.  You think I’d learn, after all we have a “No Kevin James Movie” rule now at our house.  If he has anything to do with a movie, it goes to the “No Watch” list.  Which is sad, because I love Kevin James and his standup.  I just hate his movies.  Except I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry, that movie was actually ok.  Now that I think about it, Adam Sandler was in that one too.  Maybe it’s a sign.

After the movie, my Christmas ended with me trying to brush my teeth and someone managing to flick minty toothpaste into my left eye.  By the way, that hurts like crazy, not to mention the burning makes it very difficult to sleep.  At least it was mint toothpaste, kind of a sign that the holiday was OVER.  Back to reality.

The reality, pets that dislike each other.  At least they're on the same piece of furniture!

The reality, pets that dislike each other. At least they’re on the same piece of furniture!

Thanks for being patient with me.  I was almost in tears over not having good internet access for almost a week.  My browser would run fine for a few minutes, and then lock up for 15 minutes or so.  Often it would end up in my just either restarting or saying to hell with it and shutting down the computer.  I uninstalled a million things and messed with a million more, only to find out that I had the wrong version of Java.  Due to this pretty much everything has been real short and sweet, and not up to my usual overdone and edited a few hundred times before publishing.  This being said, I hope to get back to the good stuff here…

Living With An Evil Genius (or Two)

There seems to be two of them in my house. It makes life interesting.

Living with an Evil Genius means that life is more interesting in our house.  Well, ok I take that back, it can be boring at times.  Like when football is on and he’s on the computer trying to figure out how to put a waterslide in his office.  Or doing research on how he can convert the old satellite dish into some sort of super antenna so he can get all kinds of TV stations out in the garage. (It’s the research stage-that’s not so interesting compared to the outcome).  Or when he’s playing the Sims 3 on his computer-he doesn’t understand why I don’t get into those games.   Come on, I spend so much of my time trying to get the REAL people in my life to do what I want.  WHY on earth would I get on my computer to tell fake people what I want them to do?  This one is a little better than most, and he’s interested because he can create Evil Sims.  Though I will say if nothing else, though, his latest obsession with a game has produced some very interesting things being uttered in our house:

“Gee, I wish I could find someone who’d have kids with me.”

“I’m so glad she died, she wouldn’t play chess with me.”

“I’m dating a crazy chick.  I proposed to her like twelve times and she still wouldn’t say ‘yes’.

“Is this guy dead yet?” (He had a character that lived to be almost 120.  That was weird).

“I have triplets!”

Add to that the little brainstorms that go in his head that just come tumbling out.  The latest one went sort of like this:

Evil Genius:  “You know what I should get out?”

Me (Very afraid):  “What?”

Evil Genius:  “My domino rally set.  The kids would love it.”

What followed was two hours of footage of dominoes toppling playing on his laptop, with two sets of eyes right behind him.  I should have taken a picture of it-Princess Imagination’s eyes were bugging out of her head and The Professor couldn’t stop jumping up and down and dancing to the music that accompanied it.  What he loved best was the sound of the dominoes falling.  I have to agree with this, it reminds me of a rainstick.

We have the domino rally set up in our game room.  It kept the kids interested for a little while.  Most of the evening the previous night, and about 10 minutes today.  My only complaint about this is that it takes them FOREVER to clean it up.

I have to pat myself on the back a little bit for having a little bit of genius in myself.  When we were at the library a few weeks back I spied The Lego Idea Book on the shelf.  We checked it out and brought it home.  My kids are lego nuts-so this was a hit.  The next week The Professor put his first book on hold, The Lego Batman Visual Dictionary.  He was quite pleased when he was able to pick it up.  However, he has barely put it down.  AND this particular one wasn’t quite as cool as the other one, because I really feel it more is just an advertisement for batman legos.

However I must be ok with this, because the next week I went back and spied the Star Wars Lego Visual Dictionary on the shelf by the bathroom and picked that up, as well as another one.  My son has barely put them down, and now we hear many lego random facts all day long, such as what goes in what set and what versions are from what year.  He is the only child I know who can look at a picture of a lego set and know what year it’s from.  He informed me that the lego ewok set that I found in the basement is the 2002 edition, and that his clone trooper mask is the phase 1 mask.  I probably have heard well over a thousand facts about legos in that little monotone voice of his.  The little stinker keeps reading over my shoulder as I write and has been correcting my facts on here…

The Professor showing me some of the cool stuff in the “Lego Star Wars Visual Dictionary”.

While all of this is fine and dandy, I wish the geniuses would put their heads together and solve some of my first world problems I have going on here:

How to find and extract dead rodents from our heating system and/or walls.  I looked, there’s nothing dead in the furnace itself, but it stinks like nobody’s business somewhere around our upstairs.  I really have to put a scent in our Scentsy burner that compliments the rotting dead rodent smell.  Yummy.

Why no matter how close to hamper these males in my house are, their socks can’t seem to make it in there.  I find their socks everywhere in the house-inside the couch, on the floor next to the shower, next to the bed, shoved under the chair, in the gameroom…

Explore how we can fix the annoying things in the kitchen, like the trim that won’t stay on the pantry shelves no matter how many nails you put in it, and the sink with the dead garbage disposal that won’t drain right,  or ways to raise the table up so I don’t suffer from back problems every time I have to bend way over to chop something up on it.  Incidentally, I found a temporary fix to the drain problem-I bought a sink plunger at Walmart.

Yeah, we got problems right here in River City.  But like most Evil Geniuses, they consider these small potatoes compared to figuring out solutions to bigger issues like how to turn our stairway into a giant slide or how to install a zipline in the backyard…  Ah yes, like I said, having him around certainly keeps things interesting.

Invasion warning:  Be prepared, I understand that he would like to write a rebuttal to this post after I publish it. 

Post Apocalyptic Hello Kitty and Grandpa Snake… Adventures in Imagination

Imagination is a very powerful thing.  My daughter has no shortage of imagination.  That’s why I’m almost a little worried.

Lately she has been begging me to play with her.  Pet Shop.  Barbies.  Hello Kitty.  But it’s not necessarily how you’d think she’d play.

The world of Hello Kitty, complete with weapons, torture, and a giant chicken.

Take Hello Kitty.  Princess Imagination has several of the Hello Kitty lego sets.  These Hello Kitties are not your run of the mill kitties.  They apparently exist in a post-apocalyptic society.  I noticed the kitties had assorted weapons-guns, swords, and axes.  “What are the weapons for?”  I innocently asked.  “They have to protect themselves against the bad guys.”  “Who are the bad guys?”  “The ones who try to steal their candy.”  Those are desperate measures, kitties.  I never realized how violent those cute little things could be.  I’ve noticed some lego guys without arms hanging out there too.  Not sure if they tried to steal candy, or if it’s some form of mutation from the fallout.  Speaking of mutation, there’s also a giant chicken.  Most recently she added the Death Star.  She said its the garage.  Makes you wonder what others say when they approach the Hello Kitty residence.  “That’s not a moon, that’s a space station.  No wait, it’s just a garage.”

I should have known the situation here when she announced all her Hello Kitties were in her room having a battle.

Oh the Barbies have to be the most fun.  Because we girls can do anything, right Barbie?  She has all of my old

Grandpa Snake is caught in many compromising positions.

Barbies.  I not only had the regular buxom blondes but also the Heart Family parents, kids, and grandparents.  Her favorite Barbie is the Heart Family Grandpa.  She latched on to him right away.  He was the first one she named.  “He’s Grandpa Snake.”  Grandpa Snake keeps some pretty interesting company, after all there is a LOT of nudity going on at this Barbie house (note the picture).  When the Barbies take a trip anywhere in their purple Volkswagon Beetle, she makes sure they take the toilet with them.  It’s in the trunk, because you just never know when you’ll have to really go!  A lot of Barbies seem to go missing their heads, which makes me think that they only think they are the only one.  I haven’t found a headless body laying next to a sword yet, but I’m sure it’s only a matter of time.

I can only surmise what happened here… Barbie got the baby all ready to go out, then decide to take one quick naked roll around the house. Was knocked unconscious in a freak naked rollerskating accident…

I can’t really say anything… she is the daughter of a strange person with a rather big imagination.  Stay tuned for more adventures…