Crazy Busy

Hey PEEPS!!! I've missed you! Sorry I have been MIA. I will try to find the time to stop by and visit your Bloggy Blogs here soon. School has started for me, so you are now looking at a real live College girl. Can you believe it? I still can't. Especially at 4:50 am when my alarm starts going off. That's when I wanna say "screw it, I don't need no stinkin degree". Ok only a little, but it does suck royally. When the kids are getting ready for bed, I'm ready too. I certainly don't feel like staying up for anything. Like homework?! Ugh RIGHT! Homework. TV is less appealing, movies seem impossible. I mean, would I REALLY stay awake that long? Nothing sounds better than sleep, Not even BLOGGING!! Scary right? I'm feeling seriously old, cause it is just after 9:00 and I am sooo done. I just wanted to stop in and make those of you who actually give a damn rest easy knowing I am still alive and kicking (albeit lethargically) (YES Adam L is for LAZY). So I miss all of you, but the exhaustion is slightly stronger at the moment so you are just going to have to wait a little longer for any real update worth reading. I know, I know, everything I say is WORTH it. Its a gift. BUT I need some rest so I can finish my first Shooting Assignment! One of many many many more to come. EEEEK!
Ciao

I take it all back...

Be Careful what you wish for folks. I just HAD to open my big mouth. Had to say I wanted a tear or two from my little girl. *shakes head* Really? I didn't MEAN IT!!! I SWEAR!!
But It was too late. The words were spoken and apparently someone was listening. If I knew I would have asked for something much cooler.
This Morning, day 5 of "preschool" for my baby, she decides she is not going. When she woke up she was all stoked to go. So we take her brother to school, and then across the street for hers. We pull in and she says "I don't WANT to go to school today." So I say, "you have to baby, Mommy has to go to school too." She says: "I don't want to. I QUIT!" you quit? What? who is this kid? We proceeded to walk into the center and to her class. She is still telling me she doesn't want to go. On we walk. We get in, put her back pack in her cubby and she goes to wash her hands. I look at her face in the mirror, and true to her little sweet self, she is trying not to cry. Forcing her self to hold it in. She always does that. She doesn't want to cry so she tries to stop. She even did this when she burned herself on my curling iron. YEAH. Wiping the tears off her own face telling me she is fine... Anyway, so I look at her, tears welling up in her eyes, lip trembling, cheeks getting red, and ask "Baby, Whats wrong?" And she loses it. She starts crying. "I don't want to be in school, I just want to go home. I want to be with you". I try to explain again that Mommy has to go to school just like her and her brother and Just like daddy has to go to work everyday. She isn't having it. "I don't WANT you to go to school. I want to go home" she cries pitifully.
This just rips my heart out. Because the one major thing about me going back to school that KILLS me, is this. That she isn't going to be with me. That someone else is going to be taking care of her all day long. Starting next week she is going to be going 2 hours earlier. Talk about making you feel like a giant pile of crap.
I held her while she cried into my hair. Crying like she rarely does. Not the I'm throwing a fit because I'm not getting what I want crying, because she does that. Very Well. This was the I'm really sad and upset, why have you done this to me kind of crying. I tried to get her into doing things with her new friends. She seemed ok for a second and them BAM... the sobbing starts again. Her teacher takes her to the WAVING WINDOW where she holds her while she is sobbing and crying for me and I'm supposed walk out the door. Past the window looking at her with a lump in my throat. She is reaching out for me crying "MOMMY!!!".
I sat in the car crying for a while. Just thinking "WTF was I thinking?" Why the FRIG did I ask for this again?" I take it back. Please lets not have this happen again. Let her forget about me as soon as she walks through the door. I'm fine with that. Just not this. Not the GIANT heaping pile of guilt. No more heartbreaking tears from my baby. Please. I WAS KIDDING!!! Yes people. Be careful. Very careful what you wish for. You just might get it.

Just CRY already!

Ok, I'm being selfish. I don't REALLY want you to cry. Well... maybe a little. I mean you could spare me a tear or two. After Everything I have done for you. All the meals, all the sleepless nights, the endless breastfeeding, Kissing of boo-boos, breaking up fights between you and your brother . Do I even NEED to mention the fact that you used to think poo was for painting with? For that alone I deserve buckets of tears. Maybe as many as I cried while scrubbing poo out of the carpets , and off the walls, and out of your hair every FREAKIN day. All those reasons aside: I CREATED you. Can't I get just one flippin tear?! I take you to your very first day of "preschool" and this is what I get. You, striking a pose, looking insanely cute, and happy as pie. HAPPY. Sheesh. Where is the kicking and screaming and begging "MOMMY DON'T LEAVE ME!" Huh? Can't I get one of those? At least you didn't give one to Dad either (that would have had me in a state). For that, I think I may forgive you. Just this once.

I'm very Glad that you at least stuck on my side while trying to find a place to sit, and while meeting your teachers. That made me feel good. I was at least needed for that! It was nice to know you were just the tiniest bit apprehensive with all these strangers.


It didn't last long though did it? Give you a paint brush and some glue and you are happy as pie. Who needs parents? "Bye Dad!! Love you!". A kiss and a wave for mom, and you were just fine with us walking out that door. "Um hello!! We are leaving!? Don't you want to throw yourself at my legs now , clinging on and begging me not to go? "

Perfectly content to do your project! If I hadn't called your name you probably wouldn't have even noticed us leaving!

Well, at least one of us shed some tears. Mom barely made it to the car. I tried like hell not to. But you are my BABY. And someone else is going to be hangin out with you during the day and probably entertaining you better than I do. And I am going to be home all alone for the next week ( a shame I know), wandering the house wishing you were here (or taking a nap, whatever).

In all honesty, I'm very glad you didn't cry and carry on. I am so glad that you love school so much. It just makes me feel much better about going back to school myself. Knowing that you aren't sitting there all day crying and wanting your mom. That would just break my heart. I will admit though, when the teachers told me that you asked them to call me cause you were ready to come home , It made me feel a little better. At least I'm not totally expendable. Even if it was only because you didn't want to do what they were doing. You are something else monkey! I love you.

P.S. QUIT growing would you?!!! I don't know how much more I can handle.

Wanna Ride Bikes?

Ever Heard that Joke? Heheh. If not, sorry, its an ADHD joke and I wouldn't want to offend any one. Oh who am I kidding?!! I don't care : How many kids with ADHD does it take to change a light bulb?

"Wanna Ride bikes?" *she says looking away absentmindedly*

HAHAHAH!!! Funny right? And oh so freakin true. Only in our case today it was :How many 7 year old kids with ADHD does it take to learn how to ride a bike?

"What kind of bug is that? I have to blow my nose. Look at the rock on the ground. I'm thirsty, what was that sound?"

Yep you heard right, my 7 year old still has yet to learn how to ride a bike. Why? Not for lack of trying. Although, we did give up for a while just to save our sanity and to prevent him from getting hit by a car or running into a parked one. This was WITH training wheels people. Yeah. The kid couldn't look straight ahead. He actually showed interest in Riding today *GASP* and asked to take the training wheels off. Might have something to do with the fact that he is grounded from Video games, but I'll take it. SOOOOO Today we took the training wheels off!! It was an adventure. No broken limbs or gaping flesh wounds. So all in all, a good time. He actually did pretty well for his first day sans training wheels. I'm pretty proud. Thank you Adderall. Although, the above made up joke... about the bugs and such? Yeah that was today. Even on the meds! lol That's my BOY!!! And his poor scrawny body (probably partly due to the wonderful Adderall) had a hard time with the whole pushing of the pedals. Skinny skinny gamer child *shakes head*. Little sister didn't help much trying to RAM into him every chance she got on her little trike. Such a little snot! lol We still have a lot of work to do to get him able to ride on his own. Without us there to catch him. And to learn how to TURN. But good day none the less. I even let him fall a couple of times so he could learn how to catch himself. THAT was actually kinda hard. But like I said, he came out IN TACT so no harm done. Right?

Another Milestone tomorrow. Baby girls first day in "preschool" aka Childcare. I'm freaking out a little. This is my BABY. And its making me want ANOTHER baby cause she is growing up too fast. But I don't WANT another baby really, so I'm just going to have to suck it up and cry in private. Plus she needs to go so I can go back to school full time (next week EEK), and she needs some interaction with other kids now that she is almost 4! Time to cut the cord a little huh? It's bad. The only people who have ever babysat my kids are our parents and a close friend or 2 a hand full of times. And by hand full I mean I can probably count them on one hand. Really. I'm a little nuts like that sometimes. I blame the military life. Really, it can't be me. Its just that we aren't USED to people being around to count on so we count on ourselves. So, like I said. TOTALLY the fault of the MIL life. Anyway, Wish me luck tomorrow. Hope she has a good day and she can pry me off of her when its time to leave. Its supposed to be the other way around. I know. So sue me.

I Follow you home every night.....

No stalkers here. Just a good ole Patrick Swayze fanatic. You remember that song, on the way to the lake? In the rain? Ya know ? Overload? *drool*

And I always wished I was Baby in the back of the car on the way back from the Sheldrake. I'd let him take a peek at me any day. Hell if he were still here with us he could take a peek at me NOW if he chose to do so. I have to admit, I'll still cry to this day when Baby says "Im scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life, the way I feel when Im with you". Yes Baby, we were all scared for you, cause he made us ALL feel like that. Every girl whose Mom let her watch that movie over and over and over.

Ok, stalker moment over. But seriously. I told my husband that I cried a little when I heard that yummy Patrick died. He did the obligatory EYE ROLL and Informed me that he thought I was nuts. But any girl my age probably did the same thing. Can U say worn out VHS tape? I have it on DVD and even had a Mom Daughter Bonding moment with my little baby girl when she was like 2. During the LIFT.... you all know exactly what I'm talking about...

Well, she was watching it with me. And she said "THAT. was. AWESOME!". I needed NOTHING more to make me start that movie over from the beginning and watch it with her. ALL. OVER. AGAIN. I was THRILLED to share that with her. Like passing along great knowledge. It's a movie meant to be watched again and again. As a matter of fact I think I'll watch it now. He was one delicious hunk of mantastic meat. Mmmmm. I think I'm going to have to make the Hubby take dance lessons with me. Then I can close my eyes and imagine Patricks hands running down my side.
Ok Ok just kidding. My hubby's hands will do just fine. He even calls me Babe. Maybe I can get him to add a Y at the end of that more often?

Dear Patrick, You will be missed. Women all over the world will forever fantasize.

What? Another Apron?

Another Apron I JUST ADORE!!!! I entered this giveaway on one of my favorite blogs to look at!! The Apron Goddessses (TAG) is just to die for. And Because I really want this Apron :

...I'm posting a link to this giveaway!

Pssst... If you scroll down on the main page of the blog you will see my sexy bitch of a man sporting the flippin awesome Apron I made for My Sis!! Who looks better in it? hmmmmm Him? or Her? I just dont know.

Somethings Gotta Give

I'm exhausted. And totally at a loss. I have no idea how this whole ME going back to school thing is going to work. I mean, its HAS to. Plain and simple. But friggen A. So far I am STILL waiting to find out if my son can get into SAS (School Age Services). It's before and after care. Well apparently when a kid has ADHD its like a whole PROCESS. A board has to meet to decide if they are fit for care. WTF ever. Seriously? There are soooo many kids these days with that diagnosis. Why make it more difficult? OK so He has some more problems than just ADHD, but we wont get into that right now. I just cant handle thinking about that too at the moment. But as a parent of a very difficult child, Im just wondering "Why Make my life more difficult?". Just let the kid in already. Because now I have to have a back up plan. Yeah, when you don't live anywhere near family, and have no friends, that's not exactly easy to do thank you very much. Oh and if he DOES get in, he is on a 30 day "trial period". What?! So if he gets in trouble he is done? Well we are screwed then cause baby, 30 days with no trouble? That would be a miracle. I'm worried enough about his days being longer and him being able to have good days when there is an extra 4 hours he has to behave. And the meds will wear off while he is there... *shakes head* sips wine* yikes.
Lets move on to reason number two that this is going to be a roller coaster ride. I am the worlds most unorganized person. Seriously. You don't want to see my house. I don't even want to see my house. The number one reason I am lookin at the computer screen instead: Your Blogs are much prettier than my living room. Oh did I say living room? I meant laundry basket. Cause that's where all the clean clothes go for the rest of their days as clean clothes. They rarely make it to the closets. I am known to be running around the house last min trying to find a sock, or a shoe for one of the kids. Oh and where the hell are my keys!!? "Adrianna!!!! Where is my LIP GLOSS?!!". Damnit I need to iron pants! Ugh. And seriously, I have LITERALLY had to take a pair of underwear for my son OUT of the WASHER and IRON them dry so the kid didn't have to go commando to school. Yup, I'm a slacker. SOOOOO not your Wonder MOM. The opposite of domestic Goddess. I never imagined I would be this way. And my escape is supposed to be going back to school?!! Somehow I think this will backfire. Ok most definitely it will. Do they hypnotize people into organized human beings? Because if so, COUNT ME IN!! I would like my entry way to look like this:

My Pantry This:

My closets This:

With everything in its place (that of course would mean things HAD a place, not just wherever I happen to drop it). Oh yeah, I am going to ROCK this college thing! Hahahahah! Oy Vey. I have tried to get organized like this but can never do it!!

Reason number three is actually not so bad. I'm freakin out over leaving my baby girl. She will be 4 in February. But I have been a stay at home mom for over 7 years and leaving my kids is like ripping an arm off. Even if it is an arm I don't particularly like 100% of the time. JUST kidding (sorta). I love my kids, being a MOM is my life. But I am at the point where I don't want it to be MY ONLY life. I also don't want to lose the quality time I have with the kiddos. So how do I balance it all and not go crazy? Drink Heavily You Say?! That I can do...

I Get Around

The secret is out. I've been awarded by my awesome SIL Alicia!! I've received another version of this award by a completely trustworthy source, so the rumor must be true!

*she Blushes*.... Gee, thanks! I'm honored! But don't tell my husband. He might feel that the blog is taking away some ,eghm, HIM time. hehehe NEVER!!! A little reverse roofies and I have all the time in the world!! *wink* Now the Trick is...who do I award this oh so sexy version of this award to? hmmm

Well I'll go ahead and pass it on to My girl Jules . Check her out. She is a super cute girl and a newlywed documenting her new life with her man!

And I even though I know she gave me the other version of this I'm going to have to pass it to Melissa! She never fails to crack me up, and sometimes thats just what you need. And I still like her even though she won my sister in Law Alicias award! I soooo wanted that damn it!

And I think I will also pass this on to my new found blog friend Leigh!! We have only known each other for about 5 mins, but that was about how long it took for me to love her blog! Check her out! Oh and she came up with this next award that I am soooooo taking for my own! Thanks girlie!
And this award goes to.... ME!!!!

because really, I do love my own damn blog. And why can't we pat ourselves on our backs now and again? *pat pat*

Now I'm off to go wipe my daughters nasty behind. Again. A thankless job that I have NEVER received an award for. I think I should come up with one of those. Maybe :"Magnificent Mud Butt Mopper" award. I like the word magnificent. I think I will use it more often when describing myself. Yup, that'll do.

Headed to Hershey!

I wish I was headed in the direction of a HERSHEY BAR *drool*, but I mean the town in PA and the amusement park! Off to go spend 5 dollars each on bottles water and wait in 30 min lines for 80 second intervals of entertainment! Not to mention purchase every cute thing imaginable in the shape of a Hershey's Kiss Because we want to make our children feel loved via retail bonding and end the summer on a fun note. I know it doesn't sound like I am very excited... I am. REALLY. I just hope that the two demon children who were in my home today decide to stay here, and the sweet fun loving, energetic, happy children I gave birth to and love dearly will come along instead. Just Sayin. It should be a good day (it damn well better be). My Brother is meeting us there too! So fun times. One extra adult so we outnumber them (muaaahhahahahaha) "UNCLE JOSH...." oh, Um, anyway... Finishing up the laundry for the weekend trip to NY after The day of Chocolate/Amusement Bliss. I think its going to be hard not to cheat on my diet at a Friggen park that is CHOCOLATE themed don't you? Sheesh. Will power, will power...will... power. Um we'll see how that goes. So I will be gone for the weekend and wont have time to BLOG! I know, its a tragedy. But I will be back. And I will be posting pics of our trip. Any and all pictures that may or may not be taken of me licking chocolate off my happy fingers will be promptly deleted and forgotten. I will also post my newest award and be passing it along. :) Thanks Alicia. I am off to start, I mean finish, packing and then take my butt to bed. So wish us luck on our adventure and think strong thoughts for me so that I don't dive into a Vat of chocolate at the factory and get kicked out of the park. (THAT has to have happened before don't you think?)

Sewing As Stress Relief

This morning with the kids was hellish. I mean downright I wanna run away, or lock myself in the bedroom and never come out, sell my kids on e-bay kind of morning. Ya know what I mean right? It's not only me? *sigh*

Well anyway, I decided to shove both of them in front a TV with a movie and give them coloring books and crayon rolls and snacks. Anything to make them leave me alone while I sew. I've discovered that sewing is very therapeutic. I'm likin it. A lot. I went to the fabric store last night and got some great deals, so I was already itchin to make some stuff. I decided this was the PERFECT time. I made THIS for my little monster. Woops I meant little sweet baby girl.

I'm Pretty Excited about it. I'm going to make me one Just like it sometime today. I can't resist. I mean OBVIOUSLY. It's cupcakes! *CHEESE*

Reverse Roofies

I have come up with a HUGE money maker ladies!!! You know how men think of sex like 300,000 times a day or some ridiculous number of times like that? Ok, so we like it too. Often even, but really? NOT all women have the drive of most men! Soooo REVERSE ROOFIES!! Ya know, when you are making dinner and your Husband (or Boyfriend) can't keep their hands off of you and you really just aren't feeling it? But they don't seem to think that you mean you aren't feeling it? Just Open up a capsule and sprinkle it in his dinner drink, or mix it in his food. Whatever works. For Those of you who are single... take it to the bar with you and slip it to that GUY who you are soooo not into. Once his DRIVE is gone he will probably leave you the hell alone! I'm just thinking that this would be a great thing to have handy. For those moments where you don't feel like feeling guilty for NOT feeling it? (Did ya catch that?) Ok. So, what do you think? Could you ladies use this as much as I could?! Cause I am THIS close to just slippin the man some Ambien or something. *Muuuuaaaaahhhhhh*

P.s. I am not condoning drugging people against their will or without their knowledge. Just sayin....

Trashy Barbie

My Adorable little son and I have been in dire need of a Hair Cut, so I made an appt for the two of us. Printed out a cute picture of Zac Efron for His hair Cut and a pic of Carrie Underwood for mine. While the stylist was cutting his hair she was asking me if I wanted to color my hair. I thought about it. Cause I have been wanting to go back to Blonde for a while now, and that Carrie Pic just make it more appealing. I asked the stylist how many trips it would take to get my hair that color. "Just one" she says. Sweet! I'm in! I love this color!


So she finishes little man's hair and I loved the cut. YAY! Cant wait go get mine started. He has his DS with him so I know he will be fine while I get my hair done too. We talk about what to do and I told her I wanted it as close to Carrie's color as possible. Do whatever you need to. So she asks "You want it blonde all over or do you want low lights?" I tell her I don't really want low lights just blonde. Well, what was in my head and on the picture EVIDENTLY wasn't in hers. Cause she comes back and proceeded to put straight bleach on my head. I started to PANIC. I asked her if maybe we should leave a few strands a little darker in the front so it's not so harsh on my face. My last ditch attempt as saving my hair. Well she haphazardly left out some of my own hair color in "low lights". Ha! Well my hair was developing at a rapid rate, so she finished. After what felt like waaaay to long. Then I sit, for longer. When she is rinsing my hair, she and the owner were oooooing and aaaahhhing over the color and how perfect it turned out and how NOT brassy it was. *Sigh of relief*. I was so glad. I was worried. She told me is was a huge change so don't look until she is done. I agreed. After she cut it and blow dried it I turn around and *GASP* (internally). Holy shit what has she done to my Pretty HAIR?!!!!! My Son likes it (of course). He has likely seen this same color at home. On his sisters BARBIES. Ok, maybe it was worse than that cause Barbie has a better colorist. Mine was YELLOW. And close to WHITE in the BACK where she started. Oh, and the "low lights: almost BLACK in comparison. There were no words. And just for a further visual, I had a BRIGHT pink Shirt on. Barbie. Trailer. Trash. Barbie. The color came out something akin to This:


I paid way too much for what I actually asked her for and yet translated into this horror show of a dye job. Earlier in the Day my curling iron had died, so I was off to Wal-Mart to Buy a new one real quick before going home. I was terrified of going in public like this. I had plugged my dead cell in the car and it rings immediately. It was the hubs. DEMANDING to know where the hell I was. He was nervous cause we were gone waaay longer than it takes for 2 hair cuts. UGH!! Don't mess with me Dude, now is NOT the time. The whole time I was in Wal-Mart I felt like I should be smoking a Cigarette and carrying around my baby in a diaper balanced on my pregnant stomach, fully clothed in a house dress. It was mortifying. So I grabbed a curling iron quickly. The headed to the Hair Color Isle. I know, never process your hair twice in a row. Well SCREW THAT. I bought a kit and payed and rushed home. In my haste i forgot that I would need two so I ended up going back out later on a endless HUNT for another kit. Well I walk in the door and my husband just stares at me. I stare back. "Well, What you think?"... "What do YOU think?" he says. "I Felt like Trailer Trash Barbie Walking through Wal-Mart." This is when I walked in the kitchen with him following me, he hugged me and I started cryin like a little girl. I was so pissed. But Then of course the Male Mind took over and he was a little TOO excited about my trashy hair.

After the Long trip to find another Color Kit, I arrived home about midnight. And dyed my own hair. It helped. A lot. Its not perfect, but its waaaay better than it was. I made sure that I started with the "lowlights" that she did in hopes of trying to even it out a bit. *sigh*. Oh Well, that's what I get. I miss Heather, my old stylist in LA. She never would have jacked up my hair =( Anyway, here is the "after"... meaning "after I fixed it" cause there was no way in hell there would be a photo of me layin around the way it was!

Probably going to be blonde for a few months then back to Dark!! This is a pain in the ASS! I'm Off to ULTA to buy some purple shampoo to counter some of the brassiness. Do they sell toner there?! *sigh*. Oh well, its way better than it was. After this I added some more highlights to make it even better, and it is. The front matches the back a little better now. I'd say never again, but I know it would be a lie.

Oooh the Shame....

So I'm getting ready, took a shower, blow dried my hair, getting ready to put my make-up on while the curling iron is heating up. My Daughter wakes up from her nap and sees me half dressed, and half ready she says: "Where are we going Mamma?"
Hey JUST because I took off the Pajamas and took my hair out of a ponytail and washed my booty, DOES not automatically mean we are LEAVING the house!!! Ok ok, maybe it does. A little. I mean is that the only time I actually make myself presentable? When I am going in public?! I mean I refuse to leave the house without at least mascara (the very least) and my hair must be washed and done. But I do that when we are not going anywhere too. Right? Crap. That's who I have become. The wife who is still in her Jammies when the Money Maker gets home from work. How flippin SAD is that? Because guess what, when little miss perceptive woke up from her nap and asked her question. I was getting ready to go somewhere. My poor husband. Maybe I should try a little harder to be cute when he comes home! But damn, its so nice to shower in PEACE after he gets home... Oh well, guess I will have to sacrifice peace for cuteness/pride. How unfair is it that your 3 year old can shame you?!!

Missing Friends...

Military life. It has its charms, its benefits, its sense of belonging and duty and patriotism.... yada yada. But one thing that I don't think I will ever get used to is leaving friends. The hubs grew up like this, so for him its "normal". For me, not so much. I grew up with the same people my whole life until I joined the Air Force, I am still friends with some of the people I was in 3rd and 4th grade with. So to me, not so normal. When I make a friend, a TRUE friend, I will do pretty much anything for you and we will be friends for a very long time. That's just how I am (or was apparently). Its not easy to settle into a place and create real friendships when you are moving around all the time. ESPECIALLY when you are a Stay At Home Mom, with no flippin LIFE outside your immediate Family. So when you find those friends and you become so close and your daily life almost always includes them, it is so friggen hard to leave them. When you spend Family dinners and Holidays and share milestones and run errands together, it changes part of your life when you leave, or when they do. You will remain friends, even close ones, but its just NOT THE SAME! The one benefit is that the bonds that you create are strong because without Family around, you create your own extended family. So in the end, you have close friends all over the world. Not a bad thing. My Best Friend lives in Italy. And I got to go see her! HOW fantastic is that? I miss Her Dearly though. She is the Ethel to My Lucy. She is the person I can tell EVERYTHING to. The person I would do ANYTHING for. And I would be so happy to live in the SAME STATE at least/
But I miss the Thanksgivings together , the Christmas parties, and the random shopping together, and sharing kids milestones, and even yelling at each others kids like you yell at your own. Because they feel like your family, and why not treat them like it? When we left our Last base, we left our close friends who we called our Step Family because we spent all our time together. How I miss the chaos. I miss their little girl, and I miss the twins. I missed their First Birthday, and their First steps and it kills me. I was looking at her Facebook page and the Pictures of their daughters First Day of Kindergarten. And the pics of the Twins who are now almost 18months old. They look HUGE. And I cried. Because I missed them, and I cried because My BUBS will not know who I am the next time I see him. My Friend Ashley, I miss her honesty and her humor, and I miss venting on the phone and escaping the hectic houses together. Hanging out in each others messy house and not feeling embarrassed because its "just them". I miss having BACKUP!!! Once, we were in Target will all 5 of our kids ( I know, NOT SMART, we should have known) and the kids were TERRIBLE (shocker). And My son, who if you have read my blogs, you know has some issues. Well, all hell broke loose. And I was carrying a screaming kid over my shoulder while pushing a stroller and carrying bags. She was still paying at the register and was following closely behind. This random woman who is coming out of the bathroom, I'll call her "Bitch", Pipes in "SOMEONE needs to get control of her kids". Oh, no, WTH, I HATE THAT. Well, I didn't hear this. But my BACKUP did!! hehehe so Ashley looks at her and says "Mind your F*ing Business! Who the hell are you?! Mom of the F*ing year?". THANK YOU ASHLEY for having my back. Thank you for Not being afraid to cuss out a stranger. After this Target episode we called BOTH of our husbands and demanded they come pick up "their" children. They did, and we continued shopping. In peace. I miss Midnight to 3 am Walmart Trips when the base gate is closed and we have no where else to go.
I digress, Having to leave friends really Bites the Big One. And Today I just found out that they got orders to a base RIGHT BY my awesome in-laws! I'm so freakin Jealous! How awesome would it be to finally live by family. We would have our Real Family and our "Step Family"!! Ugh, I wish we could just move. Damn it.

Since you wanna know...

Here is the Tutorial I used for the Crayon Roll. I got it from Skip to My Lou . This chick is awesome! I love all her creative ideas! Cant wait to make more of her stuff! Good luck Making your own! Your kids will love em!

Check out this APRON giveaway!! I want it...

Sooooo There is a Fantastic Giveaway going on over at The Apron Goddesses. One of my Fav places to visit. Go check it out. The Etsy Seller who makes the Aprons is momomadeit. She has some amazing everyday aprons! This is the one I WANT!!!

Good Luck! (ok not really I want to win! )

Tsk Tsk Tsk....

I have been a very BAD Blogger! Sincere apologies all around to those of you I have yet to respond to, or visit your fab-tastic blogs! Melissa! my dear, I will MOST DEFINITELY be thanking you, RIGHT NOW!! for my awesome AWARD!! Its so cool of you to love me for me. For the fact that I can drop the F Bomb into a blog when the situation calls for it, and that sexual innuendo (or in the case of the blog below, strait out in your face action) is perfectly acceptable to you. You Rock, & Your Comments (and of course your Blog) make me laugh! Thank you! And here is the Award she had bestowed upon me :

You Make me Blush! Ok... not really I don't blush easily, but I do have a big cheeeezy Grin on my face so that counts right? Thanks again my dear!

Now, I have been absent from blogging and even from ROLL-calling on SITS most days. My Mom has been here and we have been busy and having a good time! I have been gazing longingly at my computer now and again, and feel the tug. However the brief moments I could spend on it without feeling rude were about long enough to check e-mail. If you were seriously offended, I'm sorry, but you will probably get over it soon, right?

So this week we went fishing again! This time out on the Row boats. It was a great time and I even caught this BABY!! Woooo hooo! The only fish of any real size caught that day was caught by the MASTER. aka : ME! My very own CATFISH!

He was floppin' all over the friggen place and snapped my line! =) And this guy right here below was all up our butts and seriously wanted snacks. He came right up and grabbed a French Fry directly out of my hand and took a taste of my finger while he was at it! He must have known I was sweet.

Speaking of SWEET, how flippin' precious is this?! I'm going to keep this forever to show them later when they are near murdering one another.

And we have been doing this. Trying to entertain the kids and wear them out so they pass the frig out at bed time! =) I got in too, but I'll spare you all THOSE pics. *shudder*

And I MADE THESE! Figured I would give it a shot! Saw the ones my sis made and I needed to try it out! I had to buy a new sewing machine ($ Cha-ching $) cause mine crapped out after all these years. Of course it would.

Not too shabby for a First try right? Oh and ALICIA, this doesn't get you off the hook for my cupcake one, just sayin'.

Last but not least I made something for my awesome Sis in-law. And Let me just say, I LOOOOOOOOVE IT! I told her she better love it too and that if she doesn't she better PRETEND! I was walking through the store and saw something that immediately made me think of her, so I KNEW what I had to do. I had to bust out some creativity and make her something flippin' awesome. I cant wait to Mail it out TOMORROW! I have some pics of it, so let me share...

HAHAHAH! YEAH RIGHT! NOT gunna happen Alicia! You have to wait chica! And apparently so do the rest of you! I'm off to go exercise with the HUBS so I'm outta here! I will catch up some more tomorrow with all you lovelies =)

Warning: Not For Childrens Eyes

... Well, YOUR children. It's a little too late for mine. Let me start with a little info : My Mother -In-law is originally from El Salvador, and she travels there often to visit family. My Hubby hasn't been there since he was little and she often brings us back little things from there. She is awesome like that. Back a few years ago, he had a specific request. He wanted these trinkets that he remembered, and apparently stuck with him (trust me, you'll see why here in a sec...). The are called Sorpresas (surprises) Here is what they look like :

Cute right? Harmless little hand painted eggs. Wonder whats inside?! My Daughter did too!! So I have these on a shelf, behind glass and I was sitting on the computer (probably on blogger, woops) and she says "Momma, What are they DOING ?", so I look over because I have no idea what she is talking about and this is what I see :

*SURPRISE*

YUP!!! Cute, right?! Not soooo much.
She had this adorable couple off the egg and in her hand.

I'm Speechless for a moment. So she asks again: "Mom!! WHAT ARE THEY doing? " So I respond: "He is rubbing her back baby", "Why Mom?", "Uh um, because her back hurts", "Why Mom?", "I don't KNOW, it just does", "But what are they doing?", "He is rubbing her back"...... Little Miss is in the WHY stage big time so we had to go through this a couple of times. AHHHHH. HE IS JUST RUBBING HER BACK!!! lol I didn't yell at her really, I did however stress the importance of NOT getting into that cabinet because things are breakable! *shakes head*, I mean really. Of all the things for her to see. I'm really hoping that she forgets about them!! I didn't want my lovely Mom-In Law to miss out on the milestone, so I called her to tell her what went down. And to thank her for such a sweet moment. She thought it was pretty freakin hilarious!! (ok it kinda was). She is sure that it will be forgotten. We'll see if the little SPONGE that is my daughter mentions it again. So thanks to the dirty adolescent mind of my hubby (who OBVIOUSLY didn't forget about them), his Moms generosity, and my Blogger Addiction , my daughter has a totally screwed up idea of what a back rub looks like!!!

My HOUSE Smells flippin disgusting!!

UGH!! Crap. So my son (the one who NEVER eats) wants meat balls!! Wooo hoo! I'm on it buddy! So I get them outta the freezer, and decided not to cook them in the oven but to microwave them so they were done before he changed his mind! I followed the directions. Just like last time. Well something went horribly wrong. Because all of a sudden my house fills with smoke and there is this SMELL!!!! Raunchy, nasty, foul, vomit inducing smell. I open the microwave, and to my dismay, release even more foul smelling smoke. Well. There are meatballs. Who have shrunk and shriveled to a third of their original size. And are now the consistency of rocks. GUH!!! Are you serious? My kid was going to eat something fairly good for him, and you tell me its RUINED?! They were the last ones too! Flippin A! Now the Range Hood is on Full Blast, the back door is wide open and all the ceiling fans are spinning wildly. I have the sneaking suspicion that the little sister added some more time to that microwave. I don't make mistakes like that ever. I mean, I'm totally perfect, error free. And she WAS in the kitchen. Yup, must have been her fault. And to add to it, she was walking around the house naked, and all of a sudden she brings me a purple Dahlia. "Awww thank.... Oh wait. Um. your NAKED! And you WENT OUTSIDE?!!!" ... *you have got to be kidding me!* WOW. just wow. Hubby is for sure going to come home from work, walk through the door and say :" The house smells like ass". I can see the face now. Probably because I am making the same one. *vomit*

The Friend has returned....

For all of you who read my DEAR "FRIEND" blog, and are wondering if she decided to return... After 4 of these:




And one Trip to the LAB for a blood test, and many many days and nights of panic and fear that I will soon have a price on my head, she came back. I promised I wouldn't curse her, but I swear if she is ever that late again we are going to have problems!! I mean she skipped a WHOLE visit. NOT COOL. not freakin cool. Now I just need to figure out what the deal is. And can I just say, THANK YOU GOD?! I mean now, I for SURE don't have to give up wine. Now I can walk down the stairs in front of my loving husband without having to brace myself for the Shove!! That was a close one! Even My son woke up one morning saying that he had a nightmare... a bad one. That I was going to have another baby!! So I guess we know how this family feels about an addition (at least for the foreseeable future)!! My husband envisions me playing hockey and plummeting down the stairs... and my son loses sleep. So I'm off to drink some more wine and avoid any and all photos of my sweet children as babies!

Call Me Rosie...

I ROCK!!! Yup, I do!!! I CHANGED MY OWN BRAKES!! I'm so stoked that I did! My Dad and my Step Mom drove 6 hours so that my Dad could teach me how. I'm So glad that they Did. My Dad took apart the first caliper to show me how, I finished that one up and I DID THE REST!!! He had to help me once because a piston was stuck and he even had a hell of a time with it, But after that, he sad " Well, you've got this, so I'm going back in the house." My Step Mom stayed with me so that she could help me with the jack n stuff. It was a hell of an accomplishment! It was FREAKIN HOT in that Garage, and I was sweating my ASS off. Gross... really gross. Can U say Swampass? And I got DIRTY, really Dirty!!

Taking Tires off....

And then the changing of the brakes!!

Did I mention that I Rock?

After Changing all the Brakes and Putting All the Tires back on, My Step Mom and I cleaned up all the tools, and then went inside to scrub our hands! =) I had to use a lot of Sugar on mine!! My Dad didn't expect this Girly Girl to really get in there and DO it. I think he thought that I would watch and take off a bolt or 2. And My Mom, well, she laughed hysterically when I told her I was going to do it!! I SHOWED them!! =)

My Back hurts like a Mo' Fo today though. The things I do for good Blog Pictures!! haha!! Ok, I did it because I wanted to save money, but TWO BIRDS right?

WooooooHoooooo! I am the shit!!

And THE WINNER IS....

The Winner of the Fabulous Cupcake Necklace made by the fabulous ME is :

Drum roll please.......

TAMI from PIXLELTRASHMANIA!!

if you can't see the number it is 25 ! (I did a screen shot so it is kinda blurry)

Congratulations Girl! And thank you to all of you who entered! It was fun! Check back for more giveaways in the future!
Now I'm going to Bed.

Giveaway Ends Tonight!!

Last chance to comment like a mad person! =) Good Luck! I cant wait to pick the winner!!!
Cupcakey Goodness Giveaway

I can do it... Right?

So, as usual the CAR Gods Frown upon me. While we have company, and right (a couple days) before I am to go pick up my Mother In-Law at the Airport, what happens?, My Brakes are shot. And quite possibly my Rotors. Fan-friggen-tastic. Now, we just bought Mattresses for the kids (hence indoor stair luge), not cheap, and spent a buttload while family was here cause that's what you do when you have company, you eat out, spend money you don't have... all in the name of entertainment. So I don't exactly just have piles of dough laying around at my disposal and don't really FEEL like shelling out 600 bucks for someone to do a half hour to hour job on my car. I hate how they friggen rip you off. Jackasses. My Dad is a Mechanic. A damn good one, and he has taught my brothers a thing or 2 as well. What the problem? They live 6 hours away, and unless I want to tempt fate and see how cool God thinks I am by driving 6 hours with no brakes, I am going to have to do them my-self. As you might know, I am married to a smokin hot computer geek. That's what he fixes. And I appreciate the hell outta that cause if he couldn't jump to my aid every time my computer craps out, I would be distraught! I mean I DO use it more than my car... =) He changed a brake or 2 back in the Day with his dad, but he doesn't know how to do it either. So.... guess who is going to try her hand at Changing BRAKES? ME!!! Yup. Scary I know. I'm going to have Pops on the speaker phone talking me through, and say a prayer, or 10, that I do it right. I do want to be able to take my kids to Chik'fil'A without risking their lives!!! So, Today I will be ordering parts, and either Tonight or Tomorrow under the watch of my mother -in law, who hubby will now have to leave work to pick up, I will be playing Mechanic. Scary, I know! Wish me luck!

Happy Birthday Alicia!

Yes ladies, its that time. My Sister In-Law over at It Ain't Easy Being Cheesy is another year older! And she did say that she would like my blog better if I posted pictures of her sooo... be careful what you wish for my love!! =)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALICIA!!!!

Here are some pics of your B-day Last year:

Mommy and Boogie in Front of the B-day cake

And What Birthday would be complete without sword fighting with the kids?

She Really Looks in her Element doesn't she? Sexy Pregnant Gladiator? Who knew?

And Jordan, well it isn't your Birthday but I figured it was only fair.

Alicia must be so proud!

HAPPY Birthday My Dear! We Love you and Miss you all! Hope you have a great day. We know it can't possibly compare to having us there and a sword fight, but hopefully it comes close!! xoxo