Shane's letter from "God"...

I'm sure I'm going to Hell for this but here it goes... Anyone of you guys married to someone who asks for something before they even bother to look for it and when they DO look for it they don't bother to move anything? Yeah, me too. So today when my husband was looking for the lid to the tea pitcher (and of course didn't find it) I decided to write him a little note :)

It says...
"Shane, You'll never believe what happened! I was looking for the tea lid and as I was cleaning your mess on the counter, I lifted a paper bag and the entire kitchen started to glow. There was a faint mist and then I heard a booming voice. It said, "Here is your tea lid!" I looked around and everything was made of Gold! I was light as a feather and every pain in my body was gone! Before I knew it the glow subsided and everything was back to normal. I looked on the counter where the bag once laid and there was the tea lid with a note on it. I'm sure I ruined it's value by writing on it though..."

Note: In the bottom right hand corner there was an arrow telling you to turn the page over but I cropped it out of the picture :(

When you turned it over...

"It was here the whole time dipshit.  -God"

--------------------------------------------------

If you liked this post click the "Follow" link on the left side of the top bar. Note: If you have a pop-up blocker enabled it may prevent you from following me until you temporarily disable it. You only have to disable it once.

Tomato Face Mask

Just got a [unwilling] partial sliced tomato face mask "treatment" thanks to my adorably thoughtful husband. Luckily I was able to forcefully hug him and smear the pleasant experience all over the right side of his face.

If you liked this post click the "Follow" link on the left side of the top bar. Note: If you have a pop-up blocker enabled it may prevent you from following me until you temporarily disable it. You only have to disable it once.

Young Girls Gone Wild

While on the hunt for a new blog topic a friend sent me a link to an article titled Little Girls Gone Wild. In the article the author mentions celebrity role models, marketing and children's clothing and how they effect the innocence of our real-life girls. Celebrities like Britney Spears, Mylie Cyrus and Lindsay Lohan are named and referred to as Disney Princesses. She promotes a recently published book whose partial title is "Cinderella Ate My Daughter." Is the media really endangering our children? Is the media overstepping their bounds?

Yes and No. Does the media effect the minds of our kids? Of course. Is the media crossing the line when targeting young teens? It really all depends on who you ask. Take a look at a your parents high school yearbook. Now take a look at your own. In just 20 years a LOT has changed. Now-a-days you can use the term "modesty" and "short shorts" in the same sentence. A couple years back shorts like that were only seen in a Playboy magazine or a strip club. We, as a community, label it as acceptable. The media is just going with the flow. While I consider it a danger for the future of the next generation, many see it as normal.

Just today I went to visit my Dad. We were watching classic comedians like Bob Hope, Rodney Dangerfield, Red Skeleton, Richard Pryor and Joan Rivers. Back then the humor was clean. Their definition of dirty humor was cracking jokes about their current husband in reference to their first husband who is in the grave. Times have changed. And 40 years isn't really all that long in comparison to the changes that have taken place since then. Society is changing rapidly and if you want to protect the innocence of the youth today it begins with us.

Yes, television plays a part in the mind of our kids. Yes, many celebrities are poor role models. Yes, marketing teams intentionally target the younger demographic is ways that are completely inappropriate. But the blame shouldn't be all on them. As parents we should know when to turn the television off. We need to take steps to allow our children to see the role model in US. When we play a larger part in the lives of our kids, they will look to us as a friend and not always as a parent. We should be doing everything we can to keep that line of communication open from child to parent.

Kids should participate in more wholesome, family friendly activities. So many parents are so busy buzzing around that their kids find alternate forms of entertainment. They have more time to kick back in front of the tv and think what they could do to become more like that celebrity and impress boys instead of gathering around the kitchen table with the family and playing a game of Uno. The key to raising a modest innocent child is to keep your role in her life open and active.

To raise a good kid, you have to be a good parent. Now, no parent is perfect. We all make mistakes, as do our children. But a good rule of thumb is this... remember WWJD? Our kids think WWMD, What Would Mommy (or Daddy) Do? Everything you do in the eyes of a child is mimicked. Even if your child is in bed, be mindful of what you are doing. Think before you act, would you want your child to do this? Is it appropriate for her to be exposed to this at her age? Will she understand when you explain that it's only for adults? Those little ears are never far behind. Their eyes can pop around a corner at any time and it would be wise to be prepared.

While raising a child of any age, but especially when they are young and impressionable, it is imperative that we do what we want them to do. Be who we want them to be, and act how we want them to act. You can't tell them not to drink and smoke while you're holding a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. You have to show them. Be their teacher. Be their role model. Be their friend.

Clarance Kelland said it best. "My father didn't tell me how to live, he lived, and let me watch him do it."

The ABC's of Good Ole 90's Music

A friend of mine recently posted some lyrics as her status on Facebook from Des-ree's song, You Gotta Be. That was totally the inspiration behind this blog. And for the record I'm dodging Country music in this list, not because I don't like it but because it deserves it's own blog =) So here it goes...

Words can't explain how much I love music of the 90's. The music now is hit or miss. 90's rocked it the entire way. I've decided to compile a list of a few favorites. Keep in mind, My list of favorite 90's music contains a couple hundred songs. So I've decided to limit myself by using the Alphabet :) Enjoy.

Alanis Morissette. Where do I start? She is wonderful. Her casual, tomboy-ish attitude makes her music so much more addicting. Hand in my Pocket, Ironic, Head Over Feet, All That I Want... all of it. I will say that I was extremely disappointed in her recent album, Flavors of Entanglement. Her classics are much better in my opinion.

Blink-182. To me, it goes without saying. These guys completely rocked the 90's scene. Amazing. Every album. Their recent stuff, not so much. I'm not listing their songs because if you don't know them, then you suck. Besides, that would be quite a list. :)

Collective Soul. Pretty much anything from these guys has my vote. December, Gel, The World I Know... I'd have to say those are the most listened to songs in their collection.

Duncan Sheik. Barely Breathing. This song goes hand-in-hand with Shawn Mullin's Lullabye (Rockaby), which I can't add to this list because the spot is taken. So he get's his notice here :) Duncan rocked this song in my opinion. Love him, love him, love him. Can't say it enough. LOVE HIM!

Everclear. Wonderful. While this was released in 2000, I am including it in this list. I fit them in the same category as Duncan Sheik and Shawn Mullins. This is the best kind of music. And the lyrics in Wonderful are amazing. Back when music meant something and told a story rather than talking about asses and big rims.

Fastball. The Way. That's the first thing that comes to mind for the letter F. I remember hearing this on the radio heading to the beach with the wind blowing my hair every-which-way while going over the Dames Point watching all the commercial vehicles and cops alike completely ignore the speed limit. Somethings never change.

Gin Blossoms. I will say that Goo Goo Dolls almost had this but I'm a sucker for songs that gives me a sense of a peaceful environment. It has a clean sound, audible lyrics, smooth melody... Love it! Follow You Down and Until I Hear It From You are a few good references.

Hootie & the Blowfish. First off, I love that guys voice! Something about it lures me into every song. Time, Old Man And Me, and Hold My Hand are probably the hits you would remember the most.

Inner Circle. Sweat is an awesome song of the early 90's. If you don't recognize this song, look it up! You're missing out. Has a nice cultural feel to it. If you don't recognize Sweat, I'm sure you will know their other famous hit, Bad Boys! Yes, the COPS song :)

Jewel. I'm a little biased here. I've always loved her and no matter what you say Jewel is better than any other "J" artist you can think of for the 90's. Who Will Save Your Soul may have been over played but I loved it then and I love it now. Down So Long is another great song by her.

Kid Rock. Bawitdaba. The Devil Without A Cause album hit huge. It had trailer trash all over the world feeling a little more comfortable with their heritage. Haha. I was a fan myself. Bawitdaba was definitely a favorite of mine.

Limp Bizkit. While his biggest album was probably in 2000 with Chocolate Starfish and Hotdog Flavored Water, I'm still giving this one to Fred. His 1999 hit of Nookie was nominated several times for awards and he only won once. But I still feel that his music represented the 90's decade regardless of when it was released.

Matchbox 20. While the M's who occupied the air time in the 90's go to Madonna and Mariah Carey, I'm handing this down to Matchbox 20. I love the Alternative Rock music of the 90's and they had 6 hits on a single album in 96. Real World, Super Man, 3am, Push, Busted and Shame. That's good enough for me!

Nine Days. Absolutely (Story of a Girl) is one of the most welcoming 90's songs for me. I can't tell you the amount of times it has been included on road trip sing-a-longs and middle school flashbacks. If you've never heard it you need to join the club and set your iPod on repeat until you can't get it out of your head. It will happen. Try it.

Offspring. Don't fight me on this. Offspring is the perfect representation of the 90's. Who else could pull off a song titled Pretty Fly For A White Guy? That's what I thought :)

Pearl Jam. I have to admit that I had forgotten about these guys until Guitar Hero came out. While Even Flow has grown increasingly popular since the game release, Yellow Ledbetter is still my favorite. I like the tone of the song much better.

Q... nothing. Although Queen did release a Greatest Hits album in 92.

Red Hot Chili Peppers. Scar Tissue, Californication, All Around The World. Another one of those bands who I could listen to all day. So smooth and relaxed. It gives me the sense of propping my feet up in a hammock with sunglasses and a straw hat covering my face while I relax outside a private hut right in the shadows of a palm tree on the shore of some secluded tropical paradise.

Savage Garden. This was a tough one but I'm a sucker for this group so they have my vote with Truly, Madly, Deeply as my song choice. I'm a chick. It was bound to happen. But "S" was so rich with talent in the 90's so I've got to mention the others. Santana, Shaggy, Smash Mouth, Sixpence None the Richer, Sugar Ray and just for kicks... Spice Girls! Haha. Sorry, had to toss that in there. They all do a really great job of representing my favorite decade.

Third Eye Blind. Hands down, no questions asked. These guys freakin rock! My Dad bought the CD and I stole it from him and kept it from myself. I don't mean that I adopted it, I mean I literally took it and hid it. I loved it! Semi-Charmed Life, Jumper and How's it gonna be are my song references. The 90's wouldn't be the same without them. I will say Train was second runner up. They are amazing too!

Usher. He is remarkable and he made his debut in the 90's. One of Ellen DeGeneres' favorite's, he is mine too. Great voice, amazing performer. He's all around a great artist. You Make Me Wanna and My Way are the hits that made him.

Vertical Horizon. Everything You Want. I don't know what you say about these guys other than the natural tones and alternative rock sound hit me in all the right places. They are awesome. Period.

Wallflowers. One Headlight. If I had to pick any single song to represent myself in the 90's it would be this one. It brings back so many memories. I hear this song and think of Middle School and standing my room in front of the radio just singing along and waiting for it to end so I could restart it. Lol. They rocked my world back then. I never could remember who they were or the name of the song until I heard it at work years later. I was so glad to have it back in my collection!!

X and Y are duds unless you want to hear about Youngstown and their theme song used in the television show The Famous Jet Jackson... didn't think so.

ZZ Top. Who else did you expect to take the place? These guys were biggest in the 80's but their influence carried well into the 90's. They released 4 new albums and one Greatest Hits release. The intro of  Breakaway should be enough to tell you about the Rock God's. The cool and inviting rythmic guitar and relaxed vocals that never fail to please are what these guys are famous for... aside from the curiosity of what they look like without the hat, stash and beard.

Well, I'm out of letters and covered most of the favorites. Be sure to leave me some feedback on this topic. I love me some music!!!

Reliving the Past

All to often I find myself sitting alone in a room while Stryker is down for a nap, just thinking. The television is off, the light is coming in from the blinds and everything is peaceful and serene. Then all of a sudden I squeeze my eyes shut or cover my face with my hands and grimace because I've somehow brought up a memory, one which I'd rather have forgotten. Something embarrassing.

It wouldn't be so bad if it was something out of my control. You know, like being pants'd in front of your crush or brushing your teeth with squeeze butter because your brother thought it'd be funny to refill your tube of toothpaste. Im talking about one of those moments you just want to smack yourself for.

One of my moments of regret took place about three years ago in Winn-Dixie. Im in the check out line at the end by the baggers. My Grandmother-in-law was buying us groceries because we were so tight financially. Already in an awkward position by having a woman I barely know buying us 200 dollars worth of groceries, I look down the isle at all the open lanes and catch someones glare. My Ex-boyfriends Father. That relationship didn't end the best way and it was the first time I've seen him since then. It didn't take me long to realize the position I was in. I immediately turned from him and assisted the clerk in bagging the groceries. I wanted to get out of there, and fast.

It wasn't just awkward seeing him again. There's a little more to it than that. I was married and Really pregnant at the time. I was about 100 pounds heavier than last time he saw me and to make matters even worse... due to my lack of maternity clothes, I had to dig up some old "favorites." One of which was his sons work shirt... which I just so happened to be wearing.

Even now I hang my head in shame as I relive that moment. How embarrassing! Yeah I know, there are moments way worse than that but something about that day continuously haunts me.

So, what's your story?

Mother's Day

Stryker is up after sleeping from5:30pm-2:30am. Instead of running in my room upset like he usually does he went straight into the living room. I sat there waiting for the cry. 5, 4, 3, 2... Nothing. 10 minutes later I get up and take a peek into the living room and there he is laying on the couch with his pillow, blanket and iPod watching Blues Clues with his Hippo tucked under one arm and his sippy cup tucked under the other. So I grab my pillow and blanket and join him. Slumber Party at my place?

That was the ending to my Mother's Day. The beginning was a complete mess. It began great actually. At 12am I still had friends over from our Chicken Parmesan dinner and French Silk Pie dessert and Yuengling/Corona/Smirnoff drink night. It was a double date party thing with Wii and blocks... blocks for the ones under 2 :) Company left at about 12:15 and all was well at that point.

12:30 Sunday morning was the beginning of the mess. Stryker woke up fussy and refused to go back down. It didn't take long to discover he had a fever. He must be getting what his Daddy has. We held and rocked him for 2 hours until it was bed time. Period. We were beat. So we made a "bed" on the floor in the corner of my room with a papason cushion, comforter and his pillow. We propped my laptop up on a box and put Blues Clues on through Netflix. I set my phone up to control the mouse on my computer so whenever an episode ends I can start the next one without getting out of bed. Lazy, I know. But I was beat. That worked great for about 3 episodes but then he wasn't having it anymore.

3:30 and he was up running around yelling "Up, Up!" I give him a cup, hes fine. He puts it down and starts again. "Up, Up!" So I pick him up and reluctantly put him in bed with us. Still, "Up, Up!" He didn't want the cup, didn't want up. Just screamed and fussed. The lights are out, Shane is sick and trying to sleep and we are both growing with frustration with every second that passes. Then finally he has enough and goes to pop him on the butt. I hear one "pop!" then "Oh shit!" The lights turn on and there it is... Little tiny absorbent urine-filled beads all over my bed... his diaper popped open. GREAT! I'm just glad I didn't say, "Well, it couldn't get any worse." Luckily after that fiasco was cleaned we were ALL able to sleep.

Oh, and to continue on with my day. My Father in law popped in the next morning while Stryker and I were still catching up on sleep. To start, let's just say I have had one too many people ring the door bell and wake up my son while he is sleeping so I decided to put a sign on my door that clearly states "Do NOT ring the doorbell and wake up my sleeping child!" So what does he do?... Rings the doorbell. Thanks Daddy in law, Thanks a lot!

And for reference... here is my sign :)

Kitchen Stuff and Easter Prep

The past week has felt pretty good for me. I'm working two jobs now, one for my Father in law as an at home web designer and another as a baby sitter for a friend. It feels good to be productive in the ways of employment even if it's only a few small steps in the right direction.



On another topic, I've been spending a lot of creative time in the kitchen lately. From dinners to desserts, I've been mixing, baking, fixing and guessing my way through a lot of yummy dishes and sweet treats. Tonight I'm working on Easter cupcakes that I have been dying to try out. They are coming out amazing!!! VERY tedious work, but amazingly cute. Completely worth the effort. I'm boiling and dyeing eggs between making my Tootsie Roll bunnies for the cupcakes and gathering all the Easter basket stuff into one location while the little one is sleeping. Busy weekend ahead. I'm so looking forward to it though. This is the first year Stryker can be involved in the Easter holiday.



Well now that I've killed enough time letting out my blogging bug I think I will get back to work making bunnies and dying eggs.



*whistle while you work... da da-dum, da-dum, dum-dum...*

True Friendships/Rant

Ya know, when I was younger I wanted friends. Then I wanted more friends. I wanted to be noticed. I wanted people to know who I was. The more friends I had the more satisfied I became. I felt good because of a number. Because so many kids recognized me. Then I wanted a certain class of kids to notice me. I wanted to be part of something that people looked up to. Then I'd pretend to like things I didn't like. Say things I didn't mean. Do things I wouldn't normally do... All just to fit in and become more accepted. If most of you were honest you would say that you have at some point felt you could relate. Aren't you glad we grew out of that?

I'm laying in bed browsing Facebook on my phone and looking at my comments and realizing how much some of these people really mean to me. They aren't some rich kid that I had to befriend by buying name brand shoes just like theirs or a punk I had to impress by getting a tattoo. These are my friends and my family. We talk about personal problems. We cheer each other on. We become each others source of motivation. We are each others help. It didn't require convincing, bribery or falsifying myself. I am myself and they are their own person and the openness that combination brings is one of those things that you can not live your life without knowing. Little comments like Jon's, "Goodnight Birthday Girl!" bring a smile to my face because it symbolizes our friendship. Relationships I have had with people from elementary are still going strong because the open honesty and completely idiotic confessions made between the two of us. You can't experience the genuine joy of a true friendship without letting the real-you lose and accepting the consequences of that action... Which you won't regret.

I see all these young people posting self taken pictures of themselves with the pouchy-lipped face, the myspace angles, the sucked-in-belly side mirror shots, the lets-pretend-I'm-sleeping-when-I'm-obviously-not shots, the multiple uploads of the same exact picture taken at a 1 degree difference... I feel so bad for those people because they are chasing a fantasy life. You don't always look perfect, you aren't going to impress anyone worth having in your life with shots like that and the people who are already your friends are going to look at you like an egotistic snob. There is no reality. There is no genuine friendship. The relationships you do have are based of false pretenses and you have just wasted half your cell battery and most of your day trying to impress someone you don't like. What sense does that make?

Okay, to finish the rant and to make a long story short, I Love You Guys (:


- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

A Hypothetical Twist To A Common Occurance

This one is geared more toward the ladies.

I'm not a girly girl and I'm not into make-up, but once in a blue moon I will wear it and some days I need it a lot more than others. If you can relate them I'm sure you've encountered this scenario before. You wake up to a day of hysteria. Meetings, family gatherings, dinner with the In-laws and whatever else. You're rushing around the house trying to get everything in order before you leave (I'm a neat freak) so you can have time to run to the store before the clock starts ticking. Alright, first thing's first. I go in the bathroom and brush my teeth, get the hair tamed and then reach for the make-up bag that hasn't been touched in a month, only to realize I'm out of foundation. Great. So now I get to go to the store looking like Lady Gaga's impression of Big Foot while I look for my foundation and finish up some last minute shopping. Well of course they don't have the right shade so I go with another brand of whatever I think is closest. I figure anything is better than this, right? After all is said and done, I get back home and ready to begin the transformation from Big Foot to Acceptable. After I open and apply the foundation I start to notice a glow. It's no where near the color I thought it was. Way too light for a native Floridian. Well, I know the day isn't slowing down for me so I figure out a way to make it work and rush out the door. I can only imagine with a face as light as this, it isn't going to be long before the paparazzi starts flashing and on-lookers start handing me copies of "New Moon" asking for an autograph. Nothing is ever easy.

Mission Accomplished

My brothers friend...

Happy Days

Okay so I have the house to myself. The napless monster I call a son knocked himself out an hour and a half earlier than usual. Shane is at his buddies house and despite my best efforts no one can come over and help me devour this yummy lasagna :P

Not much happened today though. I just went to Windixie... which kind of irritated me because their meats are not BOGO this week and that's the only time I will buy them. But they made up for it by giving Stryker a St Pattys day balloon when we walked in and gave him stickers when we walked out. So Stryker was a happy camper. Then dummy Mommy almost lost the balloon in the parking lot. I rolled down the window and woosh! Out the window it went. Lucky for me I have quick reflexes. At least that Deli guy that just walked out to his car for break got a good laugh. I'm sure it looked like something off Dr. Suess. One quick yank and the balloon was back inside and soon safely tied to my e-brake. Unfortunately it wasn't too safe for me considering it was constantly in my face while I was trying to drive. None the less, we all made it home in one piece :)

Once we got home and unloaded he groceries I gave Stryker a sandwich, stuck him in his high chair and that's where he sat for 2 hours parked in front of the computer watching Blues Clues on Netflix while I prepped for dinner. Thanks to my wonderful Aunt who invited me over last week to make an awesome Italian dish called Chicken Piccata on homemade pasta... I had a plan for tonight's dinner. Lasagna with homemade pasta and homemade sauce... I cheated with the cheeses but what do you expect? I'm still learning.

Now I am sitting back thinking about Easter and what to do for Stryker. Then a friend posts a status and I see Mr. Potato Head as her profile picture... he is definitely getting that toy. I had one when I was growing up and I used it until I was... 12? Lol. I had it for a long time. I think he'd enjoy it. I already got him a stuffed duck at a consignment shop for 2.50. I love Once Upon A Child! That's an awesome store! So I'm thinking I'll make a dollar store run sometime in the near future for some plastic eggs, jelly beans, an Easter basket and egg dyes. I can't wait to let him lose in the backyard for an egg hunt! Hehe, I'm lame but I find that so exciting!

Anyhow, my blogging addiction made me post this and my life made it boring so I think I'll call it quits now. Have a good night!

How Do You Respond?

Have you ever gotten mad at someone for something and then they apologize about it and all of a sudden you're in an awkward position... what do you say after they apologize? You could say, "Oh, it's fine"... but it isn't. What they did set you off for a reason. On the other hand you could say, "You better be sorry!" But that makes you out to be a Bitch and starts an entirely different argument. How do you actually respond to that? I've always played it off like it wasn't a big deal because after all they DID apologize and admit that what they did wasn't right. But it really ISN'T okay. I have a soft heart, what can I say?

I've got another one for you. Birthdays, Anniversary Party's, Baby Showers, Wedding Showers... anything where you are accepting gifts in a room full of people. I can't stand being the center of attention in a situation like that. You open a gift and it's like you're expected to fall in love with it and "ooh and ahh" over it and show so much gratitude, which is fine... but then you have to do it again. And again. And again. In the back of my head I'm thinking, "Did I show more appreciation to one gift than I did to the other? Did I make someone feel bad? Can they tell I'm faking it?" And at the same time, how many different ways can you tell someone you like their gift. I can't just say, "Thank you! I love it!" for every gift. You need a different response for each person so they don't feel like you're just saying you like it so they don't feel bad... which we all end up doing anyways for one thing or another but that's beside the point.

Am I the only one who feels this way? I know I have at least one person on my side with these. Do I think too much into it? I'm sure I do. I do that with a lot of things. My overly analytical side with be the death of me one day. Just wait.

Freedom of Speech... but Only for Some?

I'm just gonna jump into this one. I am all for people being happy with their partners. I don't condone same sex relationships but I am certainly not going to try and stop anyone from being happy, regardless of what that means.

With that being said, I just saw a friend post a picture of her and her girlfriend kissing... ugh. That kind of makes me uncomfortable. Okay, no "kinda" about it. It does make me uncomfortable. I have no problem with her dating a girl. I have no problem with her kissing her girl... but I don't want to see it as a profile picture. I have gay guy friends on my Facebook. I have gay girl friends on my Facebook. It's not a big deal. They are who they are and I accept them for that. They post couple pictures, fine. Kissing pictures... uck!

And here is where it gets complicated. I could care less if it is a male and female kissing. But even though I am okay with same sex relationships I don't feel it should be posted publicly. Am I contradicting myself? It's freedom of speech, freedom of expression, freedom of virtually anything. This is America. They can do what they want and I feel that they should be able to post what they want, where they want. But I can't stand seeing it there. I don't want to look at it. I don't want it on my News Feed. What does that say about myself?

Just a thought.

Spring Me Back To Winter

So, starting tomorrow spring has sprung upon us yet again. The flowers start to bloom, the birds chirp a melodious t in the mornings outside your window and all the little white bunnies pop out of hiding in celebration of the new change of season.

I love the spring time smells, the blossoming buds and the perfectly mowed green grass with little spots of color popping out behind tree roots and grass blades with children running after them in their pastel colored Sunday-best with little ruffles, collars and not a wrinkle in sight. Baskets of colored confetti mixed with jelly beans and candy stuffed plastic eggs are seen gripped tightly by their owners while the parents sit back with their cameras and sweet tea enjoying the slight chill in the air and good company.

That is the best part about Spring. What's the worst part you ask? Spring marks the beginning of something else... Summer. Which I also love for my own reasons yet hate for another. It starts out slowly escalating, 71, 72, 74... then starts lunging fowards, 85, 91, 113... I can't stand the heat.


- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

Busy Week Ahead

I had a pretty good day today. Woke up with the little one tightly snuggled up against me. Then he'd start asking for his juice and would grab my nose to lift my head if I tried closing my eyes again. Haha. Kids are amazing creatures.

I just got back from my Aunts a few minutes ago. I left a few minutes after midnight. We made some legit Italian food. It was great. We had homemade pasta, some sort of chicken thing with capers and lemon juice. It was a weird mix but it came out great. I learned how to make some excellent homemade tomato sauce. The secret is the tomatoes! I've got to make some more of that sometime soon. Raye, that means you and I are going to have to make some homemade pasta and sauce sometime soon! The pasta we will have to be made by hand though and cut by hand too. So that will be interesting but we can do it! I just need a rolling pin and some pasta flour.

I've got a butt load of cookbooks to go through now. And I've got more coming from Grandma when I get the time to go over there. Saturday I need to get some laundry done and Shane has a side job. I also need to get the car washed and maybe some lawn work checked off my to-do list. Sunday is the first day of Spring and while I love the season, I hate the heat, so it can kiss my ass right where it wrinkles up and turns brown. Then Monday I've got to clean and prep for the Girls Game Night with Raye (I know you're reading this, Hi!), Stephanie, Mom and I. Tuesday I have a date with a soon-to-be Mommy friend of mine. We are going to lunch and then going to a consignment shop to do some shopping for our munchkins. That should be fun seeing as we haven't seen each other in a while... since 2005 I think. And THEN after I leave from shopping I've got to run out to Lake City to help my Grandmother In Law get motivated to clean house. Haha. We're gunna tag team the place and try and knock it all out in a couple hours, so that should be fun. Anyhow, I'm gunna run for know because my husband FINALLY got off his game and is suddenly so worried about getting to sleep... it's 1:26am BTW.

G'night guys!

Quote of the Year

"You have to promise to delete my google search history when I die." -Raye

Gotta Love Typos!

This is why pre-teens don't need a Facebook

Repeat Dream

Okay so I had this dream before and I probably should have wrote this when I woke up instead of falling back asleep because I would have remembered more about it. Anyways, Denzel Washington was in it... it was in an indoor high school setting with lots of floors (levels). There were these people going after whatever it was he had and he had this no-name chick helping him. They were tossing the object back and forth when the enemy people got too close and the two of them (Denzel and the chick) were doing some intense parkour shit all over the fuckin place. It was nuts. Walking up walls and some how jumping over the stair railing to get to the next floor faster than the bad guys. I don't know what happened towards the end because Stryker was kicking me off the bed, but just take my word for it... it was crazy.

To Cancel or Not to Cancel? That seems to be the Question

This is kind of a vent. Why promise something and then out of the blue just cancel without saying anything about it? The week I moved into my house I was canceled on by almost everyone. And I'm not talking about calling me and saying, hey I won't be able to make it today. I'm talking about making plans and not showing up, not answering your phone, just canceling everything with no mention what-so-ever.

When someone makes plans with me, my day is scheduled around it. I sit around and wait for you to show up or I wait around until the about the time I am suppose to show up at your house and I give you a call with no answer that day or the next day. What is the deal with that? Seriously.

I am so sick of relying on people it is ridiculous. If you say you are going to do something, fucking do it. If something comes up, it is what it is. It's life. I understand that. But some people just... ugh. And the excuses given usually involve car trouble and sick kids. Yeah, if you use much longer you better either show up with a new vehicle of a funeral invite because that excuse is shit.

My husband tells me all the time that I can't rely on people. First I just thought he was being a grouch and that was his bitchy way of venting. Now I see that there is so much truth to it. I can't trust what people say. I can't plan my day around someone's promise. I can't take anyone at their word... what's the point of making plans or promises at all if I can't trust them and you can't stick to them? It's completely pointless.

Well I'm moving on to another blog now seeing as that my son keeps handing me crayons asking me to trace his hand and I have not had the ability to successfully multitask since he was born.

PS-I never realized how many double letters there were in the word "successfully."

Guess What?! I Got A House!

Tomorrow is the big day. Moving in finally! Gots a new house! Rental but still. I freakin love it! We get to be back on our own again. I'm totally loving the idea. I drive down the road singing a parody of the Little Rascals famous line of "I got a pickle, I got a pickle, I got a pickle, hey hey hey hey!" I got a house! Thank you so much second Mother of mine! And to Jon for thinking of me! If it wasn't for you two we wouldn't be making any progress. I love you guys!

PS- I got a house!!!


- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

Mother's Point of Views

It's strange how two mothers can live in the same house yet see a confrontation between their children so differently. If one child snatches something from the other and the first one screams, why the FUCK would you punish him and THEN baby the snatcher by insisting to her that it wasn't her fault? This is the shit that pushes me over the edge. I've got an innocent little boy being antagonized and teased constantly by an older child and HE is always the one being punished for his reactions. When is the older child ever going to be punished for her initial interventions with the young one? That's fucking bullshit. She wants his toys, she gets them. He wants them back, he's screwed. He wants to ride her bike, he gets it for about 30 seconds before she throws her fit and gets her way. Today we got a new house. Tomorrow we start a new beginning. No more holding back.

First Blog of 2011 on the Last day of February

Okay, I haven't wrote a blog in about 4 months so I figured it's time. I guess it's time for an update.

Currently I am living with my in laws... still. I've been here since February of last year. We only intended on being here for a year.. so it's about that time isn't it? Well today I got an email from my best friends Mom who has a house she rents out. It is currently empty and has been for a couple months. We talked about it before but we couldn't afford the rent even after the discount. Since she is remodeling the house and I'm sure needs some extra income in the process so there may be a chance here. She is willing to help us out on the rent for a year. Which is wonderful! So instead of renting it out as a 3 bedroom she will be renting it as a 2 bedroom and she will be using the 3rd bedroom and the shed as storage for herself while continuing to work on the 3rd bedroom and porch remodel. Sounds perfect to me as I only need 2 bedrooms anyway.

There are a few good things that could come from this. One, we get out of this house. I love my in-laws to death but I think we have been here a little too long. Two, it will improve Shane's credit. We tried buying a house a couple months back and couldn't because he has no established credit. We have one line of credit in his name now and just need two more things. One will be the rental house, and the other will be the electricity. If we stay there for a year, we build up some credit and some savings, then I see house buying in our future! Third would be Stryker having his own room. Since day one he has slept in a room with us. First we were in a 1 bedroom apartment, and then we moved here in a closed in garage. This little guy needs to start sleeping on his own and gain some independence. Plus (number Four) I am tired of stepping on and over toys constantly in my own room!

I am going to love having a place of my own again. A place where every mess is MY mess. Every clean room is MY clean room. A place that someone walks into and see's a clean house and knows it's clean because I KEPT IT that way, no one else. I can cook what I want every night, I control the groceries that come in the house, I can go back to creative cooking again because if it comes out bad I don't have 6 hungry people that have to deal with it. Just the 3 of us. Haha.

I can make tea that lasts more than a night. I can walk around butt naked (not that I would, just FYI). I can take showers late at night and not worry about waking anyone. I can come and go as I want, again, without disturbing anyone. I don't have to yell for Shane when there isn't a towel in the bathroom, I can just make a run for it. I miss the little things.

Well as of right now my little one is currently snuggling up to the dogs butt (trying to use him for a pillow) so I think it's time for a nap. More to come soon. And keep checking back for more updates to the site!