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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.


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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!!!


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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.