Friday, March 30, 2007

A Real Mom

>>Before I was a Mom I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a
>>I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.
>>I never thought about immunizations.
>>Before I was a Mom - I had never been puked on.
>>Pooped on.
>>Chewed on.
>>Peed on.
>>I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.
>>I slept all night.
>>Before I was a Mom I never held down a screaming child so doctors
>>do tests.
>>Or give shots.
>>I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
>>I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
>>I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.
>>Before I was a Mom I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't
>>want to put them down.
>>I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop
>>the hurt.
>>I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.
>>I never knew that I could love someone so much.
>>I never knew I would love being a Mom.
>>Before I was a Mom - I didn't know the feeling of having my heart
>>outside my body.
>>I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.
>>I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child.
>>I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important
>>and happy.
>>Before I was a Mom - I had never gotten up in the middle of the night
>>every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
>>I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the
>>wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
>>I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom.

**UPDATE: After reading some of the comments left-I thought I should throw out there that I did not write this, wish I did but it was an email I had received.**

When Life Gives You Lemons, Make Lemonade

My husband is a lemon. I know - this sounds really mean but in all actuality - we're all lemons some time. I love my husband. I have commented many times about all of the wonderful things he does. Like cook, clean, play with the kids, etc. He makes a wonderful wife. :)

But you see, back in his younger days Bryan was quite the partier. That was one of the main reasons he and I did not stay together back then. He just wasn't ready to grow up and I wanted to be a wife and a mother. I can honestly say that Bryan had a serious drug and alcohol problem.

As time went on and Bryan turned the whoppin age of 27 - he decided that maybe he wanted to be a dad. I am sure I will get into all of that and my Jerry Springer-like life another time, but right now this is all about Bryan.

These past few years have been new, exciting, scary, and stressful for him. He has moved many many miles away from his family for the first time in his whole life. He is now a father of two, a husband to crazy bitch at times, and responsible for a home and other things that come with this life. I can tell you from the very bottom of my heart that Bryan is doing amazing and I couldn't ask for a better man to spend the rest of my life with.

But everyone once in awhile, Bryan trips and falls. Not all the way to the ground causing a huge bloody mess, but enough to skin his knees a bit. And I am there to clean his wound and put a nice little band aid on it for him.

When I say this I am not referring to the drugs, he has been way past that for years now. But it seems when life is getting a little to hectic for Bryan or the fact that he cannot run over to his Mama's and give her a great big hug gets to him - he turns to that mean 'ole nasty bottle. My handsome prince then turns into a weeping frog. This is not how I want to see my husband, nor is it how I want our children to see him. He knows that is not how he wants to be seen. He actually told me a few days ago after one of these little "falls" that I was one of the strongest women he knows. That made me feel good, but I want him to be right there with me.

Life is what you make of it Bryan. And sometimes, all you need is L.O.V.E. :)

Artist/Band: Rascal Flatts
Lyrics for Song: Stand
Lyrics for Album: Me & My Gang

You feel like a candle in a hurricane Just like a picture with a broken frame Alone and helpless like you’ve lost your fightBut you’ll be alright, you’ll be alright Chorus Cause when push comes to shove You taste what you’re made of You might bend ‘til you break Cause it’s all you can take On your knees you look upDecide you’ve had enough You get mad, you get strongWipe your hands, shake it offThen you stand, then you stand Life’s like a novel with the end ripped out The edge of canyon with only one way down Take what you’re given before it’s gone And start holdin’ on, keep holdin’ on Repeat Chorus Every time you get up and get back in the race One more small piece of you starts to fall into place – yeah Repeat Chorus Yeah, then you stand – yeah Yeah, BabyWOO HOO, WOO HOO, WOO HOO-Then you stand – Yeah, Yeah


Wednesday, March 28, 2007

As the World turns....

So, how the hell are you guys? I feel like I should have been on vacation or something but no, sadly just working and doing mama duty. No worries though, I have been taking a few minutes here and there to check up on my favorite blogs. Even though I may not have commented, I was there. :)

Taylor's party was a great hit. He had a wonderful time and got pretty much everything that he had been asking for. He has finally reached that age where clothes do not interest him at all and I cringe at every gift opening - worried about what may come out of his mouth next. The shocked or hurt look on people's faces is this mother's worse nightmare. I still remember taking Claire to a birthday party for some person in our family and they had a buffet of food that old people seem to like to prepare. My then 2 year old daughter took her time going down the tables, then turned around and said loudly "What is this shit?" Oh the looks this mommy got that day. But all in all, my little man had a happy 5th birthday.


I know I have mentioned before that Claire is in Girl scouts. Last year was her first year and she was a cute little Daisy. We signed up later in the year so she missed the whole cookie time so technically, this was her first "real" year. This past weekend was her first cookie sale and she was so excited. Mommy, not so much. First off, Bryan had to work which meant I had to drag Taylor with me. Then Claire acted like a total hellion. It was from 10 - 12 pm and I fed each kid before we left and figured we'd be good to go. Claire was on a roll for about the first 20 minutes and then decided she was bored. Bored then turned into hungry. She picked out a box of cookies that she just had to have and when told no by me, she proceeded to hug this box to her body like it was the last box of cookies on Earth. In my mommy voice for other people around I told her to put the cookies back, we were not buying anymore. Claire then turned into a banshee and I wanted to pretend she wasn't mine. So what did I do? I relented and bought the damn cookies. Not 5 minutes later we're back to being bored and I have begun to use my "death" look on her. I pull her nicely to me and whisper in her ear that we're going to have a talk when we get home. You would have thought I said I am going to rip you from limb to limb when we get home because that was her reaction. She cried so damn loud poor customers were having to yell over my daughter to be heard. It is days like this I have second thoughts about being a mother. We did survive and just in case you are worried, Claire still has all of her limbs.

Speaking of Girl Scouts - I have had mixed feelings about Claire's troop leaders since we joined. I have always felt like an odd mommy out and usually feel like the uncool kid when I do try to participate. Some of these mommies act like their shit don't stink, if you know what I mean. One in particular is the mom that assists the leader. I am sure there is a proper name for this role but right now I can not think of it. It seems like every time I sign up for something to help with, miraculously I am the only fool who shows up because the date has been changed or the time and for some damn reason, she has forgot to send out a new email letting me know. The past few times it has happened to me, each time I would show up for a meeting I felt like the other mothers were staring me down - thinking in their heads that I just suck as a mother. And then I start questioning myself and my Girl Scout attitude. Am I doing enough? Is Claire happy? Why am I not all gung ho to go to these meetings? Why don't I try and befriend another mommy?? But then when I get there, I don't do anything to change it.

The last meeting, as I was sitting at the light I saw the leader's Mommy Helper at the gas station. I saw her lock her handicapped (her daughter is in a wheel chair with braces on her legs) in the van, go inside and get a drink, and then come on back out and unlock the van. Was it mean of me to have a satisfied feeling that hey, even SHE makes mistakes??

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Taylor :)

Sorry for the sideways pic - I cant figure out how to fix it.

Happy 5th Birthday Taylor Bug!!

Today is a big day in our house! Our little one is turning the big 0-5! I can not believe it and he can barely contain all of his excitement. This morning was probably one of the easiest days of the year to wake him up and get him ready for school. Dad had downloaded a cute Happy Birthday song with little kids singing so that played throughout the house as everyone got ready. At the mention of donuts from Shipley's Taylor was pretty much in the car waiting to leave with underwear and 1 sock on. Claire was not so thrilled and complained all the way out the door how her birthday was not until August and where were her surprises.

The conversation in the car went a little something like this.

Claire: Mom when I die I will go to heaven.

Me: Yes Claire that's right.

Taylor: Uncle Greg died and went to heaven because he was old. And Popop's dad died and went to heaven cause he was old too. Yeah when your old you die and go to heaven.

I am sitting in the front seat driving and wondering where in the world this conversation has come from.

Me: No Taylor Uncle Greg was not old, he died from a car accident. Some times that happens.

Claire: Yeah if somebody killed me Id still go to heaven.

No more watching the news for that girl. This is probably not the time to tell them that their pet turtle Kenny Chesny has also died and gone to heaven over this past weekend.


If somebody in the house other then himself farts, Taylor is quick to tell that person that God does not like farting. No people we did not tell him this - we're not really sure he got it from and what the fascination with God is here lately with the kids. Then last night I heard Claire telling Taylor to pick up his trash because God did not like trash. Alrighty then.


Well I am off to Walmart to pick up some balloons and a cake for the little guy. Happy Birthday Taylor!

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

This is my kind of diet!!

My new diet philosophy - my kind of answers!!!
New answers to age old questions
Q: I've heard that cardiovascular exercise can prolong life; is this true?
A: Your heart is only good for so many beats, and that's it. don't waste them on exercise. Everything wears out eventually. Speeding up your heart will not make you live longer; that's like saying you can extend the life of your car by driving it faster. Want to live longer? Take a nap.
Q: Should I cut down on meat and eat more fruits and vegetables?
A: You must grasp logistical efficiencies. What does a cow eat? Hay and corn. And what are these? Vegetables. So a steak is nothing more than an
efficient mechanism of delivering vegetables to your system. Need grain?
chicken. Beef is also a good source of field grass (green leafy vegetable).
And a pork chop can give you 100% of your recommended daily allowance of
vegetable products.
Q: Should I reduce my alcohol intake?
A: No, not at all. Wine is made from fruit. Brandy is distilled wine, that means they take the water out of the fruity bit so you get even more of the goodness that way. Beer is also made out of grain. Bottoms up!
Q: How can I calculate my body/fat ratio?
A: Well, if you have a body and you have fat, your ratio is one to one.
you have two bodies, your ratio is two to one, etc.
Q: What are some of the advantages of participating in a regular exercise program?
A: Can't think of a single one, sorry. I'm a doctor. My philosophy is:
Q: Aren't fried foods bad for you?
A: YOU'RE NOT LISTENING!!! ... Foods are fried these days in vegetable oil.
In fact, they're permeated in it. How could getting more vegetables be bad for you?
Q: Will sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little soft around the middle?
A: Definitely not! When you exercise a muscle, it gets bigger. You should only be doing sit-ups if you want a bigger stomach.
Q: Is chocolate bad for me?
A: Are you crazy? HELLO: Cocoa beans! Another vegetable!!! It's the best
feel-good food around!
Q: Is swimming good for your figure?
A: If swimming is good for your figure, explain whales to me.
Q: Is getting in-shape important for my lifestyle?
A: Hey! 'Round! ' is a shape!
Well, I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions you may have had about food and diets.
And remember:
"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways - Chardonnay in one hand - chocolate in the other - body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO, What a Ride."

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Sock Basket

I need some help people. A long time ago, in a far away galaxy - no just kidding but back when the kids were younger and I was totally into the good mommy thing, I would actually match each sock with its pair and then put them in that person's drawer. Then one day a friend told me how his mom had just thrown all socks into a laundry basket and that person needing socks just had to dig through the basket and find the matching socks. Like a game, sorta. A sucky game at that.

Anyway, so I started to do this and I thought woohoo, this really cuts down on laundry time. The snag? Well who do you think hunts for the kids' socks?? Yeah that's right people, ME!! I don't want to play this game anymore. The sock basket has become this giant mess that seems to have come alive. I am pretty sure it tried to eat the dog yesterday mistaking her as a missing black knee high.

So please, could you help a girl out and give me some suggestions on how to handle the sock situation?? Pretty soon I am going to throw out ALL socks and make everyone in our family wear sandals 24/7.

No Cookin For You!

This is what Bryan tells me quite often. I am allowed to burn, I mean cook pizza in the oven and microwave meals but that is where he draws the limit. Sometimes I am perfectly fine with that, but other times when I get a get a creative hair up my ass I would like to explore the idea of "whippin" something up.

The kicker is, I make the coffee at my work. I 99% to a good job and have actually had co workers ask me to make a pot which leaves me beaming with pride. But then there was that one time where I forgot to put actual coffee put back into the coffee maker and there was coffee all over the counters and floor. Nice.

Then, this morning I listened for the little beeper thingy to go off so I could grab me a cup of my freshly made coffee (I am not a big coffee drinker-only at work with LOTS of creamer) and as I poured into my cup, all I saw was hot steamy water. Turns out I forgot to put the coffee itself into the filter. Yikes.

So I guess the moral of the story is, No Cookin For Me!!

Saturday, March 17, 2007

Vacuum - Friend or Foe??

If you have kids or have ever had a kid in your home, you know that having a clean house is pretty much a lost cause. Claire and Taylor seemed to think that a nice clean home means hell yeah, more room for us to spread our toys!! This morning as a I was cleaning the kitchen I decided that the two of them were old enough to start helping around the house. They both already clean their own rooms and kinda sorta when they want to pickup after themselves.

I decided that while I was washing down the danger zone *ahem* I mean kitchen, Claire could vacuum the living room for me. At first she was a little hesitant since her and Taylor have had a fear of the beast (vacuum) since birth. Although no damage has ever been done to them via the vacuum - okay fine maybe it was the threatening to suck their toes off with it, but anyway, I turned it on and showed her how much "fun" it is. She took to it like a pro and I went back to the kitchen. Not 1 minute later I hear her screaming and smell something burning. I run into the living room and my daughter has managed to suck up the cord to Bryan's PS2 controller. Being the dumb ass that I am, I rip it out of the beast's mouth and examine the injured cord. The fuc**ing vacuum has eaten off the rubber part of the cord and now all of its insides are exposed. Heads Are Going To Roll!!!


Don't think I am weird, but I don't even know this dude. I found the picture on the web while searching for Irish pics and I thought, you cant get more Irish this this right??

Anyway, today the Girl Scouts will be pimping my daughter and their cookies out at the grocery store. If you have nothing better to do stop by and say hi! We're at the Kroger off of Hwy 6 and West Little York - oh and Min, there is a guitar store there too!! :)

Happy Paddy Day!!

Friday, March 16, 2007

Happy Friday!

Yesterday I was catching up on all of my blogs at home and the kids were watching a Pokemon video. My children think farting is probably one of the funniest things in the world, so they are real quick to point it out. I have talked to you guys about this before. Well Bryan and I have decided that it is getting a little out of hand so we have started either ignoring the kids when they do pass gas or telling whichever one is making a "stink" about it that it is not funny. While sitting at the computer I hear this conversation....

Taylor Farts....

A few seconds go by...

Taylor: Claire, you smell me?

Claire takes a whiff...

Claire: Ewww Taylor you stink!!!

Taylor falls onto the ground rolling with laughter.

Thursday, March 15, 2007


I hope I havent scared everyone away! I really am a very delightful person. You know I like to think of myself of those pretty 'lil flowers that grow out of the poop. :)

Family Picture

This is a picture of my aunt (the blonde), my uncle, and my mother.

It's Me Again...

Duh, who else did you think it was going to be? It is MY blog! And with saying that, I wanted you guys to know that other then a handful of friends and hubby, no one else knows that I have a blog. Especially not my family. Why you may ask? One of the reasons I started to blog was because I wanted to regale my readers with life stories - my life stories. But you know what, I wanted to be able to also tell you guys some of the deep dark "secrets" in my family as well. The skeletons in my closet. And I certainly did NOT want my family to read this. Everyone has their own opinions and well you know what, I am the one that the majority of the crap happened to and you know what, I know what went on. Also, some feelings may get hurt and certain members if the family would probably never speak to me again so, this blog would never be mentioned to them. Anyway, I woke up this morning and the first things going through my head as I showered was what I was going to post about today. All of the things that I have done or that have happened to me in the past is what made me who I am today. And of course, these are things I want you guys to know. Like a little peep hole into my soul. But this peep hole needs a warning label above it because some of the things I may share, well they're not all going to be rays of sunshine and it may contain stuff that you don't want to hear - but just bare with me folks. People that I have shared some stories with have often told me I should write a book about my life. I'm thinking no, but hey this is close enough.

So back to the shower, I thought of a few memories that I wanted to share but how to choose one to start off? But then it hit me, why not just start at the beginning - when it all started. So here goes, memory number 1.


Obviously this is not the first thing that I remember from my childhood, but it is sort of the beginning of my "troubled" childhood. My mom was a young mother. She was 19 when she had me and she had married my dad who was a bit older then her. My father was a truck driver and a bit of a partier and my mother just wasn't happy in the marriage. He was a good man but my mothers dreams were always bigger than reality so she filed for a divorce. She then moved into the garage apartment at her parents house. Being a young mother, she preferred to live her life like she was not a parent so I spent a lot of time with my grandparents when I was young. They became my rocks. I called them Mama and Poppa and they were the ones that made the sun rise and set for me. My mother was not a "bad" mom, she just wasn't technically ready. Before I was quite two my mother started dating a guy named Billy. My mother and he moved in together and I of course with them. I have heard the stories from him and other family members how I did not like him and called him "the man" and if I had the slightest scratch or bruise I told my grandparents always that 'the man" did it. This was not true, this was just a almost 2 year old not wanting to share her mommy. They got married and he became my step dad and a few years down the road my brother and sister were born. Life was great. I still remember some of our times together as a family and I was a very happy little girl. During this time my grandparents got a divorce. I didn't technically understand all of it, really just the fact that Poppa now had his own house and Momma had hers. I still visited them very often and usually spent the weekends at one of their homes. When I was just about 7, my parents got a divorce. My mom took off to GA and had nothing to do with us. My dad (step dad) had custody of us kids. Again, life was great. My dad was a wonderful single father and we couldn't have been happier. When I was 8 years old, my grandmother died suddenly of an aneurysm. My heart was broken. To me, it was like losing my mother. My mom came in from GA for the funeral and I don't remember much of it besides my dad taking me to Dairy Queen after the service because I was devastated and could not stop crying. I was having an emotional break down at the age of 8. Before I tell you what happened next I have to explain something to you. My mother I have a love/hate relationship for to this day. She is a very selfish person and to this day her number one priority is herself. She is just one of those people who should have never had kids. She is a beautiful lady on the outside but an ugly/broken person on the inside. She was never happy with anything and seemed to take great pleasure in hurting other people, and she still does. I have come to grips as an adult that my mother will never be an emotionally healthy person.

She had asked some things of my dad the day of the funeral, from what has been told to me later in life - money. My dad told her could not help her and so did the rest of the family. She had pretty much burned all of the bridges here in Texas. Out of spite, she took me away from my dad and family to GA with her. On the same day as my grandmother's funeral. How could she do this you may ask? Technically, my step dad (whom I have always referred to as my dad) had never legally adopted me so he felt like he could not stand in her way. She tore me away from the only home I had ever known (Texas) and the people that truly loved and cared for me all because she wanted to hurt my dad.

I figure this is enough for today hmm? You probably all are thinking this girls family is way screwed, but wait, it gets better.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Hump Day!

I don't know about ya'll, but I constantly find myself in situations thinking "man I should blog about this". But do I? No. Why you may ask? I'm not really sure. I guess mostly because it will be like driving in the car, or washing dishes, or even maybe at work that this thought pops into my head yet I am not able to just hop onto the computer. Yes, yes I know I am on a computer all day at work, but I really only have time to blog from work if it is really really slow. For instance, this week is slow due to spring break and I am loving it! Plus the weather outside is all stormy and dreamy like so who the hell wants to work in that anyway? So I have decided that this post is going to be a little bit of all of the things I have "thought" about posting, just all mushed together like a pj and j sandwich made by my almost 5 year old.

On that topic, Taylor is turning 5 years old on the 22nd. I cannot believe it! Yes of course I know ALL children get older, but this special baby was my 1 pound 8 ouncer that the doctors and nurses said would never make it. That at almost 24 weeks basically there wasn't a chance in hell my baby would ever see a 1st birthday, let alone a 5 year old one. Instead of picking out baby clothes I was told to start picking out a casket. It was a lot for a 25 year old "girl" with a not even 2 year old daughter and a louse for a husband to be going through, but by God we did it! So Chuck E Cheese here we come. We had his party there last year but he wasn't quite into the "hell yeah it is MY birthday" as he is this year. Last year I had signed up to have a party coordinator and afterwards I swore I would never do that again. Normally we just go to Chuckee's and kinda do our own thing. You know, order some pizzas, bring our own cake but that was back when I was a single mom and seriously financially strapped. With buying the party pack you get this "helpful" coordinator, pizza, ice cream, cake, and party bags. The thing is, they have you on such a strict schedule to do all of the partying I found myself completely stressed out more then if I had done it all by myself. After having a year to recoup, I signed up again for the damn party package forgetting all about the Nazi like coordinator waiting for me when I get to the table. The things we do for our kids right?

I know I have told yall about our zoo before? We cant help it, my entire family loves animals! Binx is basically my husband's cat. We actually got him for Claire for her birthday last year, but he formed this bond with Bryan immediately - and Bryan with him. On the 1st we took Binx to the vet to get him neutered and get his rabies shot. He is only about 7 months old but we can tell he is going to be a large cat. The great thing about him is he allows the kids to carry him around like a rag doll, be pushed around in doll strollers, and laid on like a big black pillow. He is a very sweet cat. We had to get him fixed because upon moving into our new house, he started spraying. And God what a smell that was! Needless to say Binx became a strictly outdoors kitty due to his horrible stench. So we got him back all drugged up that same day from the vet and we kept him in the garage that evening so he wasn't out and about. By the next day he was back to his normal self but still off limits to the house since the vet said 3 months before his "stink" would be completely gone. On the 9th I came home for lunch and as I was coming inside, I noticed Binx outside hobbling around. Bryan came out to say hello and I pointed out the cat's lame leg. We both thought at first he had been hit by a car. Bryan took him to the vet and 200.00 later, it turns out Binx had been in a fight with another cat a few weeks ago and gotten bit on the leg. The bite closed up and then got infected. We now have a half shaven cat limping around our house whom we have to practically calf tie to shove a pill down his throat. It is the highlight of our evenings let me tell you.

My friends, I could go on and on and on until you probably all would move on to another much more exciting blog but you know what, I enjoy doing this. I want you all to know more about me and my every day life. So here is a heads up my peeps -- run for the hills!!

Monday, March 12, 2007

Fun Monday

Now I know that I have told you guys before, but I do not cook. I melt stuff in the microwave and can order a mean pizza. My wonderful husband does all of the cooking in our household. And nights that he works evening sucks for me and the kiddos. They know what the choices will be when mom is home alone at night.
So I told hubby about this week's Fun Monday project hosted by Beccy over at Bryan loves to "create" things in the kitchen. And 99% of the time they turn out wonderful. My favorite thing to ask of him when I am hungry is " Baby, can you make me something special?" And he will head off to the kitchen and whip up something for me.
A couple of weekends ago, he made this perfect little dish for one at lunch time and I wanted to share the recipe with you guys.
Bryan's Pasta & Potato Souffle
  • 1 box of Rice-A Roni (sour cream & chive pasta)
  • 1 1/2 cups of shredded potatoes
  • 1/2 cup shredded cheese (cheddar, Parmesan, mozzarella, or your choice)

Preheat oven @ 400 degrees

Cook Rice-A-Roni according to directions on box

Add shredded potatoes 1/2 way in middle of cooking pasta

Finish cooking until texture is desired

Take mixture and put into souffle dish

Spread cheese over the top

Cook until top is melted and brown

Cool & Enjoy


Not like a huge meal or anything but the kids loved it and I did too!! Happy Monday

PS. Still no pics, damn missing camera.

Saturday, March 10, 2007


I am sure you all probably remember my post about Paul Michael. The most asked question of me was "did he respond?" Well, it finally came yesterday. Not quite sure if it was what I was looking for but eh, beggars cant be choosers.

HeyI got your message on here. I would be happy to meet yall sometime, but I dont know when it would be. I am in the Navy now and am no longer in Texas. Im not sure when I will be there to visit either. I saw Tommy at a cookoff last year when I was there, but you werent out there. He said you had been out the night before. Talk at you later.

Thursday, March 8, 2007

Band Aids

I purchased some new band aids last night for the kids. They had rainbows, pretty colors, heart shaped ones, etc. Claire was very excited when I showed them to her and immediately asked to wear one. I told her no, not unless you're bleeding. She then spent the next hour in the backyard trying to injure herself so she could wear a band aid. Crazy kid.


This is for Jenny over at Mama Drama!! :)

Wednesday, March 7, 2007

Message of the Day

Today's Message of the Day is:

Life is short, Break the rules, Forgive quickly, Kiss slowly, Love truly, Laugh uncontrollably, And never regret anything that made you smile.

Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we`re here we should dance....

Dream # 2

I talked about a dream I had in one of my last posts involving Kevin from Well, it happened again last night. I was working at some restaurant as a waitress and my first day, guess who was training me? And he was so friggin funny that by the end of my dream I was totally crushing on him. *Sigh* It was a lot of fun though and I woke up in the greatest mood ready to start my day.


On Sunday I suggested a website, and just an fyi. I used the pinktini bubble bath that evening. My review *clearing my throat*, after dumping a good deal into my tub I immediately saw all of this stuff floating around in my water. It turns out it was flower petals. The scent was barely there during the bath but hubby said he could kinda smell it on me after I was finished. It was alright if you don't mind petals getting stuck in your ass.

Also, I purchased a cd that was suggested over at Mary had a Little Amp is the name of it and it is a kids' cd. So far I haven't been getting rave reviews back from the peanut gallery (in the backseat) but we have only had it one day. There are a few songs that have stood out though. Check it out if you're interested.


And lastly, I know that I will never be able to make it to one of the BlogHer conventions that I hear so many bloggers talk about before the age of 40. BUT, I had the grandest idea the other day. I am having a Romance Party on April 13th at my house at 7pm. I am here in Houston over in the Copperfield area. Any fellow mommy bloggers that would like to come (Min!, Stephanie!, Jenny!, Girl con Queso!, and all of you other mommies - you know who you are) leave me a comment and let me know. I will be serving Jenny's famous Beergaritas and would love for yall to come!!! :)

Tuesday, March 6, 2007

My Sister

I had made a post as a little tribute to my sister who is home from Iraq for 2 weeks. She had went out with some friends and the picture she had sent me was of her pretending to be a stripper. I posted it on here because I thought you guys would get a kick out of it. Thanks to an anonymous perverted commenter, they pointed out there was some nudity and I am sorry my fellow bloggers. I will just post this picture of Claire and Lyndsey. Welcome home Lynn!!

Monday, March 5, 2007

Fu Monday

Yes people I left the n off of Fun intentionally because I suck and was not able to get to this week's assignment. Sorry Min!!

I just wanted to share this yummy website I found and ordered 2 things off of it. They just arrived today and woohoo am I thrilled about taking a bath tonight. The site is I ordered the figi footsies fantasies and the pinktini cocktail bubble bath. Kinda small quantities but the smell of them so far has totally been worth it!! Check it out and let me know what you think!!

Saturday, March 3, 2007

A Lot To Say

Good Morning! How is everyones weekend going so far? This is a big weekend for us. The kids are so excited they got up at the crack of dawn this morning asking if it was time to go. I replied no and for the love of God, please go back to bed.

Thursday night hubby and I went and saw Reba at the rodeo. She is friggin amazing!! She is still and always will be my idol. I beamed with pride as hubby watched her perform and when he said she is really pretty and looks just like she does on tv, I just nodded like a madman and grinned all crazily. You would have thought I was her mom or something. After the concert, we rode some big people rides at the carnival that literally beat the crap out of me. When I woke up Friday morning I had bruises all over my lower back and my feet felt like Big Foot had stomped all over them. It was soooo worth it though.

I had requested off Friday since we usually get in pretty late from all the fun, and I was thanking myself as I got up at 6 to get the kids ready for shcool, dropped them off at daycare still in my Care Bear pj bottoms ( I am sure they would have been screaming their heads off if they were old enough to be embarrased yet) and then immediatly went home and went back to sleep. How nice it was to blink and look at the clock and see 11 am. We spent the day doing errands and stuff arounf the house. I complained all day to hubby (who was also off) that since this was techinally my vacation I really should have a drink with an umbrella in it. He offered to bring me the large on on our patio table. Butt munch.

Last night we pretty much just hung around the house. I had wanted to do movie night after the kids went to bed, but we have NetFlix and we had 2 movies waiting to be watched during the move. I packed them up to make sure they didnt get lost, and well now I cannot find them anywhere. Totally sucks. I am sure they are in the same spot with my camera. After falling asleep on the couch watching 20/20, I awoke this morning after the strangest dream. I dreamed that we purchased house fully furnished with all kinds of extra stuff from And Kevin was so nice - not even yelling or anything as my kids terrorised his doggies and his belongings. I laughed out loud after waking because it seems I not only think about the blogging world in my day too day life, I am also dreaming about it too. Anyway, thanks for the dream Kevin, you rock! And even funnier, this morning Claire was telling me about watching Flushed Away at her grandparents. It had some sort of bonus DVD and she said the slugs were singing "I don't feel like dancing" by the Scissor Sisters. And guess who introduced me to that rocking group, yup - Kevin again!!

Today we're going to take the kids to ride some carnival rides and then head over to my dad's for my sister's welcome home party. She is on a 2 week leave from Iraq. And well tomorrow is Hannah Montana and The Cheetah Girls - which Claire and I will be going to see. Wish me luck!!!!

Thursday, March 1, 2007

Cute Sayings From The Homefront

Man on the radio: There is going to be isolated thunderstorms today.

Taylor: Mom, did you hear that? There's gonna be ice today!!!


Claire: Momma, when we get home can we play in the back yard?

Me: Sure honey.

Claire: Good, I want to ride that seal.

Me: You mean the seesaw?

Claire: Yeah that's it!


Me: I am so excited honey! Reba is tonight!! Woohoo!

Him: Yeah I think I got suckered into this. Hey will Van be there? He is funny.

Me: Honey, Van is on her show. Of course he isn't going to be there, its her concert.

Him: Well the show is called Reba and it has Van on it.

Me: Okay sweetie.