Thursday, June 29, 2006


Donn has been watching this show lately called ULTIMATE FIGHTING. I don't know the details of what the rules are or anything. The guys get really bloody and sweaty and give interviews about wanting to put their opponent in the hospital for a long time. But what I can't help noticing is how the fighters seem to secretly want to make out with each other.

It always looks like they're on the verge of having some angry, yet passionate love scene. Now I understand these guys are exhausted and so that's why they lean on each other lovingly...

And I have no problem with that. Go ahead boys.

I guess the thing most interesting about this is that these guys are all macho and want to rip each other to shreds, yet they still find time to cuddle...

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Stress Reduction Methods

Relaxation in a bottle.

Ecco Domani Pinot Grigio


Robert Mondavi Pinot Noir


Luna di Luna Sangiovese/Merlot

Or even...

Toad Hollow Chardonnay

Monday, June 26, 2006

Fleeting Thoughts

Lately my short-term memory has been seriously lacking. I like to use the excuse that I am just so packed full of useful information (like random facts about woodland creatures and songs I hear on commercials) that there isn't room for anything else. However, when the information being forgotten is the location of my driver's license or the names of the planets in the solar system or the capital of the state I live in, it can lead to an embarrassing situation.

A few days ago I was talking to my Grandma on the phone. She always knows more about what's going in on Georgia than I do, even from way up in Minnesota. She is a vigilant watcher of CNN and the Weather Channel and is always briefing me on things I should already know. We were talking about something that happened in Savannah and she asks, "What is the capital of Georgia anyway?" I answered, "Ahhh...duh....(eyes cross and I begin drooling)" But my recent airheadedness doesn't end there.

Today I accused a woman at the gate of the college campus I had to go to of keeping my driver's license. I had given it to her earlier in order to gain entrance to this highly guarded location. It was later found on a seat in our truck...where I had been sitting. I have no idea how it got there. I have NO memory of her handing it back to me! Are you scared yet?! It gets worse.

Last night my husband was helping me study the stack of handy (and might I add, dandy) flash cards I made for Astronomy. I was flying through things like Kepler's first law, parallax, precession....bam, bam, bam...I was on fire! Newton's third law of motion, Coriolis effect...bam-ka-wham! Then he decided to throw me for a loop and pulled one out from the verrry bottom of my stack of handy, dandy flashcards, "Name the planets." It was as if he had just asked me to say the phrase "The fleeting frogs found family under fronds" in Mandarin Chinese. I memorized these in Elementary school. I've been studying Astronomy for the past 3 months*! I stumbled through them only after way too much time spent making this face:

And after Donn gave me hints like, "Starts with Sat..SATURRRRR...."

*This brings into question the handy dandiness of my handy dandy flashcards.

Saturday, June 24, 2006

Wednesday, June 21, 2006


The other day my husband's friend stopped by while he was still at work. We were sitting in the living room and I flipped on Dharma and Greg. I think it was the first time that I had sat down all day, because I had been cleaning like crazy. And he says, "So, is this what you do all day?" I wanted to throw the remote control at his head, but I managed to control myself and remain within the bounds of socially acceptable behavior, responding with a laugh and mumbling something or other along the lines of, "HA HA, wouldn't that be nice."

A question for stay-at-home moms:

What do you say when someone asks you, "So what do you do all day??"

Do you respond with (my personal favorite) sarcasm, "Well, I sit around a lot while picking my nose and/or inserting my thumb in my butt and watching the wallpaper peel."

Or the blunt, no-frills version "I change diapers, feed the kids, clean up, change diapers, feed the kids, clean up, change diapers, feed the kids, clean up, change diapers, feed the kids, clean up..."

Or do you throw on the rose-colored glasses for a moment, "Well, it's just nice to be able to spend all my time with my children. They are such wonderful little people. We take long walks, go to the park, pick flowers, and stare at the sky. We enjoy the small moments."

I am always caught off guard when someone asks me this question (which has happened at least 5 times) and I am curious to hear how other people respond.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Snapshots From a Nice Weekend

Here is a peek into our activities this weekend. The weather was nice and some actual relaxation was had by Mr. and Mrs. Ybarbo while the children ran wild and free. All was as it should be.

The lovely drive to Wormsloe Park in Savannah.

These are the faces we get when we whip out the camera.

A view of the beach.

Dylann battling the surf.

Jackimo fearlessly heads out into the waves.

Lizard at Wormsloe...think it's called the 5-striped something or other.

Monday, June 12, 2006

The Young and the Restless

These two little buggers have been fighting so much lately. They seriously won't leave each other alone. One is always taking something from the other or beating the other up. Dylann usually starts it by teasing Jack about something and then Jack fights back by smacking him.


Dylann: Ha ha! I have the green cup! Ha ha!

Jack: (starts crying) Waaaah!

Dylann: (looking smug) I sure am glad I have the GREEN cup.

Jack: (tears turn to a look of anger at this horrible situation and he realizes he NEEDS that cup - he knocks Dylann over and tries to get a hold of it)

Dylann: (screams and cries) AHH! HELP! JACK IS HITTING ME!!

Mom: (can be seen running away from the house as fast as humanly possible because this is the 85th time this has happened that day)


They're constantly in competition. It seems to be ingrained in them that they need to win at everything they do. I've tried separating them, but it's like they can't stay away from each other. They don't want to play together, but they don't want to be apart either. I didn't have any brothers or sisters to contend with growing up, so maybe that's why I'm lost at what to do with these angry little monkeys.

Can't we all just get along?