Thanksgiving photo recap

The kids were healthy finally so I did get to do everything we had planned for Thanksgiving. It was a crazy time but we had tons of fun. Here's my picture recap of Thursday, Friday and Saturday.

Me doing my thing to help out and talking on the phone. I had the hard job of opening a jar of pickles.

Mom doing her thing. I did make the deviled eggs in the picture.

Dad doing his thing. Trust me, this is the best place for him.

Notice my Moms right arm is fine. But not for long.

Now it's not. She dislocated it trying to get something out of a cabinet when dishes came crashing down on her. Luckily, only one dish broke. It took my Dad, Hubby, and me to get it back in place. She actually has a screw in her shoulder to prevent that from happening. That's her keggerator behind us. She's so cool.

This is right before we left. They are so cute. She was in so much pain. Poor Mom!

Then we head off to my BIL's house to see them and PARTY. It gets a little more crazy here. My BIL and Hubby built this by themselves. Notice the open sign on my BIL's "shop".

The next few pictures are from Thursday and Friday night.

My BIL is very proud of his "shop". He actually does have all his tools in a back corner.

Hubby was the entertainment for both nights. He really is a great singer and song writer.

They make their mother so proud. I bet they had more fun though!

I'll tell you in another post what happened to the guy in the orange shirt and cowboy hat. That's when it got really crazy. Lets just say he ended up with a black eye, soaking wet, and very muddy. Truthfully, he deserved it all and more.

This is such a sweet girl that I always talk with while we are there. Me and her are always sitting around the wood burning stove which is why she is wearing shorts.

That's me! Having a real good time I might add.

Thank goodness my MIL was there (you wont hear me say that very often) because she was our very sober babysitter! And no, she did not earn her beads.

Then Saturday I got to meet my new niece. She is such a sweet and happy little girl now that she finally found a great home with my brother and SIL. She's already a Daddy's girl.

So that about wraps it up. We saw a lot of our family and had a great time. The kids had a ball and now can't wait until Christmas. I gonna go out on a limb and say I bet it's a lot like this past few days but without a dislocated shoulder and an asshole (guy with orange shirt), hopefully. Also, in all that we did, Hubby did go to Best Buy at 3:15am to fight the crowds and get me a new laptop. He is so good to me! I hope everyone enjoyed their Thanksgiving.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!!

I'm writing this early because I am praying that Smiley is better and I am at my folks house on Thanksgiving. Here is some of what I am thankful for in no particular order:

• Hubby (he really is so good to me)
• All three of my kids (they really are the greatest and the coolest)
• My parents (I wouldn't be who I am without them)
• Being able to be a SAHM (Sometimes it's hard but so worth it)
• My house (I love my house)
• My dogs and cats (even though they pissed on my pillows)
• My health (pretty healthy)
• My family's health (they are pretty healthy too)
• Hubby's job (even though I bitch about it)
• God and my faith in him (My faith has gotten me through a lot)
• All my new bloggy friends! (You have really helped me find myself again. Or at least find the way. I'm not quite there yet, but getting closer)
• The support I get each and every day from people I know in real life and people I don't.

I hope everyone has a wonderful Thanksgiving. I will be taking pictures to show later of the great time we had. Talk to you all Sunday.

Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!!!!

Wordless Wednesday

Me on the 4th of July at my niece's baby shower (me on the right and my niece on the left, duh! Also, that name in the back ground is Blaize. She really wanted a boy and got a girl and still named her Blaize.)

Me, today. Told ya I lost a lot of weight. Please ignore the really bad hair, I've been taking care of sick kids for way to long and yes, I am super mommy.

For more Wordless Wednesdays (even though mine has words), go check out Punky Monkey's. You will find some good pictures along with some good blogs.

Have a great Thanksgiving!!!!!

Stepping up on my soap box

I have been debating with myself for a while now on whether to write this or not. It was talked about on the news last night and got me thinking about it again. My kids have been sick for the last 3 weeks and I have been so mentally drained I am surprised I even posted anything. Needless to say, it's probably been boring for you to read. Nothing funny, just random stuff going on. I'm sorry for that. But this one topic keeps popping in my head. It's not funny. It might piss you off. You might agree. You might think I am a horrible person after you read it. Either way, it's all I keep thinking about and when I try and write something else it keeps flooding my head. So, time to write it and get it out of my head so maybe I can actually think of other more fun, lighthearted stuff.



I didn't talk politics at all during the election. It was so heated and I do believe no one could change my mind and I wasn't going to change their mind, so why even go there. I was like that in life and on here. Not today though.



Obama said one of the first things he would do is sign the Freedom of Choice Act (FOCA). Here is a video of him saying that. If you read my earlier posts then you know where I stand on abortion. It's here if you want to know. Anyway, no matter where you stand on this topic, I don't see how anyone could agree with FOCA. FOCA would abolish virtually every existing state and federal limitation on abortion, including parental consent and notification laws for minors, state and federal funding restrictions on abortion, and conscience protections for pro-life citizens working in the health-care industry-protections against being forced to participate in the practice of abortion or else lose their jobs.



To allow your or my daughter at 15 to get an abortion with out parental consent is the most insane thing I have ever heard of. She can't get other medical treatment without parental consent so why allow this. My 17 year old niece just had a baby and told me that it was a good thing she couldn't get the abortion w/o consent or she probably would have done it and never told anyone she was even pregnant. Now she has a beautiful baby girl that she loves with all her heart and says she would have never forgiven herself if she had gone threw with the abortion. Her biggest fear was telling her parents about being pregnant, not having a baby. What a silly reason to have an abortion but sometimes people don't think clearly when they first find out they are pregnant. I totally understood because I had Little Man at 17.



To allow late term abortions with no restrictions is insane to me. The reasons should be obvious.



A few years back, a woman was trying to sue a hospital in Shreveport, LA because they refused to give her an abortion. She was close to her 3rd trimester and was in no danger. The baby and her were perfectly healthy, she just decided that she no longer wanted "it". They should be able to refuse this and under FOCA, they would not be able to. A plastic surgeon can refuse to give me a nose job even if it is for medical reasons but doctors can't refuse to give abortions to woman when they don't think it is appropriate.



I'm not totally against abortions but do think there needs to be restrictions. That's just my opinion. I will step down off my soap box now and hopefully not get back up there for a long time.

Country Livin

Today I took the kids to the mall to buy a handbag I saw the other day. Smiley is still sick but we needed to get out of the house. On the way there I got to thinking about the differences living in a small town as compared to a big city. The pros and cons of living in the town I live in (about 1,000 people total live here). My brother doesn't understand why we live here and probably never will. I lived in Ft. Worth Texas until I was 15 and then my folks moved me out here. So I'm gonna tell you what all went on in my head on our 55 mile (one way) drive. Well, not all but the things that have to do with this.

Pros:

1. No traffic. Ever. Sometimes I get stuck behind a tractor but they usually pull over.
2. 70 mph speed limits everywhere.
3. It's real quiet here.
4. The house I live in would easily cost more that $250,000 in a big city but we only paid $90,000 for it and have 5 acres of land.
5. You pretty much know everyone or know their family.
6. Trees everywhere. They are so pretty right now.
7. Back roads everywhere. Me and Hubby love to go ride back roads together.
8. Really friendly people. About 8 years ago we had a real bad ice storm and a lot of the people in Texarkana were acting horrible. The people here were driving around with chain saws in there 4x4 trucks helping others. The other day a neighbor on my street hauled off a tree that had fallen on my property just to help out. I didn't even ask him too. He called me and wanted to know if I wanted him to for free because he knew Hubby was working so much. Everyone waves too when you drive past them.
9. The air is a lot cleaner.
10. Country boys. Gotta love em.
11. Oh ya, Don Henley from the Eagles lives here. I could be behind him at are little grocery store and would never even know it.

There is so much more but I don't want to take forever.

Cons:

1. It takes a good hour to go shopping somewhere other than Wal-Mart. Don't get me wrong, I love Wal-Mart but not for everything.
2. Everyone knows your business, unless your a hermit like me.
3. No park for the kids here. We have to go about 50 miles to get to a good one and a crappy one is about 20 miles away.
4. The only fast food joint we have is a Dairy Queen and it is sooooo slow. The closest Taco Bell is 20 miles away.
5. Only 3 real restaraunts, and we only like one of them.
6. Log trucks. They are everywhere. There is a paper mill about 30 miles away.
7. Old ladies that can't even see over the steering wheel driving 40 in a 70.
8. All the suicidal deer. I swear they wait for cars so they can run out in front of them. We have hit 3.
9. No neighbors for the kids to play with. We are really spaced out here.
10. Lack of jobs for Hubby. He always has to drive at least an hour one way to go to work.
11. And here is the worst. The closest beer store is 25 miles away! We live in a dry county.

That actually took me a while to write the cons. I love living here and wouldn't move back to the big city. I did when I was 18 but only stayed 4 months. I love raising my kids here and hope they do too. It bugs me when people think we are just country bumpkins or rednecks because we do live here (my brother thought that about Hubby until he get to know him). I love the line in Sweet Home Alabama where he says "Just because I talk slow, doesn't mean I'm stupid." I've lived in both and this happens to be the place we chose to live. An hour to Texarkana, an hour to Longview, and a little over an hour to Shreveport, LA so we are still pretty close to a lot of fun stuff.

So, do you live in a big city or tiny town like me? Which would you prefer?

Tags

So since Gwen over at Confessions of a Control Freak tagged me and I didn't do it (because I already did like a week ago :)) I desided to steal a tag from The Stiletto Mom and do it because I thought it was pretty funny. It is to empty your handbag out, post a picture, tell whats in it, and answer a few questions about it. Simple enough for me.

1. A picture of my grandparents and a picture of my great grandmother. I've been meaning to take these out. Now I will.


2. My wallet. It literally has my life in it so if you ever meet me, please don't steal my purse. Thanks.


3. Generic kids tylenol.


4. 4 lighters. I wondered where they all were.


5. Yellow power ranger. I wonder when she got in there because she wasn't in there yesterday, I don't think.


6. Some off the wall cigarettes Hubby bought because they were out of what we smoke. Bad habit, I know.


7. The little thing so I can transfer pictures from my camera to computer.


8. Pen.


9. Sinus meds for me.


10. My phone.


11. Lip gloss. I don't wear lip stick, just gloss.


12. Nail clippers.


13. Hand lotion.


14. 4 reciepts from yesterday.


15. $21.32 that I didn't even know I had. I love finding money.


16. Nutra Grain bar. One of my kids will be hungry when we are in the car.


17. My camera case. Normally my camera is in it but I had to use it to take the picture.

So there it is. I didn't even carry a handbag until I got this one. I just stuffed my pockets and carried my wallet. I was running out of pockets so I purchased this lovely purse from Wal-Mart a while back. There are no keys because we live in the middle of know where and leave the keys in the vehicles.

Questions:

What is the most important thing in your handbag? Wallet. I know I'm stupid but it has mine and the kids birth certificates in there, my marriage liencense in there, shot records, SS cards, plus all the normal stuff. Hubby bitched at me about this yesterday.

What is the most embarrassing thing? I guess 4 lighters. Who needs that many? Apparently me because I loose them all the time. Now, I know where I loose them.

What is the smallest thing? The penny.

Is anything illegal? Nope.

I'm going to tag Gwen at Confessions of a Control Freak because she tagged me (twice) and is obsessed with handbags. And I'm nosy on just how much stuff she switches from bag to bag.

All is good (kinda)

Yesterday, Hubby knew I was upset about the work situation, so he told a little white lie and left work at noon. I was so so happy about this. He came home and we went to Longview (hour away) to go shopping and out to eat.

First, the mall. Needed a birthday gift for my Mom. Her birthday is on Thanksgiving. I found some really good stuff but can't tell you what it is because she reads this. I'll tell ya after Thursday. One has a really funny story. Wasn't planning on it but also found Xmas gifts for my BIL. Kids got hungry so we bought everyone a little snack.


We visit a few other stores that are not in the mall and by this time the kids are tired and hungry again. We decide that they are too tired to act like normal people and go threw Taco Bell drive threw. This always happens. We always plan on going to our favorite Mexican restaurant and end up doing drive threw. Oh well.


We had a good time together. It's funny to me though how Hubby deals with the kids in stores. He is not use to it so it kinda freaks him out. Let me just say, they were actually really good for this trip. Smiley kept changing his mind on who he wanted and Toot kept wanting and touching things (what 4 year old doesn't). There was no running around and yelling but Hubby got all flustered and kept telling me to hurry up. This really got on my nerves. Don't rush me when I am looking for the perfect birthday gift and showing what I would really like for Xmas. Every time he gets like this I always say "Welcome to my world." He doesn't like that. Once again, oh well.


We came home and all crashed. Oh ya, Halloween costumes were 75% off so Hubby bought me a Tinkerbell costume to play dress up with Toot. I think it was for me to play dress up with him because it's actually called Sexie Pixie. He thinks he's sneaky but I know what he's doing.


It wasn't real eventful but at least we got to be together. He is now at work again and wishing he was at home. Back to reality.


Also, I kinda think (actually know but am in denial) that Smiley got what Toot had. I am praying really hard that it's not because that was horrible and I don't know for sure that I can go through all that again and stay as sane as I am right now. Plus, I really want Little Man to come back home. I miss him so much. We keep him away from sickness as much as possible (especially stomach virus) because of his diabetes. It really screws his blood sugar up. He hasn't been home in over a week. I got to see him yesterday but not for very long. It's been a long 2 weeks.


Also, Gwen over at Confessions of a Control Freak tagged me again with the same one she did the other day. I'm not going to answer them all over again but do want to clarify something. My childhood was full of laughter. I do have a bunch of funny things that has happened. I have been dealing with sick kids for 2 weeks now and couldn't think real good at the time last time. Usually the funny moments were when I embarrassed myself. One time my we were driving down the road and my Dad called someone a prick. So I start this. "Prick, Prick, Prick. What's a prick?"
They still laugh about that one. And then there was the whole sodomy conversation at the soccer game (can read in this post). Funny thing, I still don't keep my mouth shut. I still ask questions no matter where we are or what the question is. Some people never learn.


So I now tag anyone that reads this and made it to the bottom of this post. You deserve it. You can find all the questions at Gwen's.

UGGHHHH!!!

Hubby was suppose to have today AND tomorrow off but NO, at 5:30pm Friday night they changed their minds. He once again has to work 12 hours a day until Thursday. I don't even remember his last day off. I miss him and the kids miss him. This SUCKS!! I was looking forward to this weekend.



ZACHRY SUCKS!!!! I hate shut-down times. The shitty thing is that the shut-down is over! Why are they working? Who knows.



At least I KNOW we will have him on Thanksgiving. I don't care if they want him to work or not, he's spending that day with us. They can kiss my shiney hiney if they don't like it!



I wish we were here!!!!

Friday's Fantasy!!!

I think I just made that up but if I didn't, sorry.

So a bunch of you that I stalk...um, I mean read, are slightly obsessed with this Edward guy from the Twilight books. But he just doesn't compare this this fine man that I could just look at all day, in my opinion. You know what opinions are like, right? Everybody has one.

I am thankful Hubby's not jealous and that his favorite movie is American Outlaws. We watch it ALL the time. Irish, sexy, and dark brown eyes. He's almost as sexy as Hubby. Close. Real close. But not quite.

Hubby said if I post Colin Farrel, then I have to post his favorite celeb to look at too. So here she is. Kate Walsh. He likes her in the Cadillac commercial. Hell, I think she is gorgeous too.

Have a great weekend everyone!!

Writing Assingment

So Mama Kat put up her writing assignment and I am going to kill two birds with one stone. I chose the prompt 'I remember'. I'm going to use this to do the writing assignment and tell you about Smiley. Two for one! Yea!I remember the day I found out I was pregnant with Smiley. Little Man was at school, Hubby was at work, and Toot was hanging out at home with me. The doc told us to wait until she was at least 12 months before we started trying again to get pregnant. She was almost 15 months. We hadn't really talked about it but had already stopped preventing it from happening. About a month before, I was at the doc with horrible pain from the endometriosis and he told me "If you want another, you better start trying now".

On Dec. 1st I was late. I called my Mom and told her I was late but would give it a couple of days to see what happened. I guess that wasn't good enough for her because she brought me a pregnancy test about an hour later. Ta Da! I was in fact pregnant. I let Little Man tell Hubby and the look on his face was priceless. I was so relieved to not have to go through months of trying again and couldn't wait to hold him in my arms.

Nine months later, I was in labor. This time, Hubby was home and got to witness all 15 hours of it. Not really all 15. I went in labor about midnight and let him sleep until 3am. I'm so sweet. We head off to the hospital and I get hooked up to all the machines. And wait. And wait some more. It seemed like forever before I could get my epidural. It took, but not as good as when I was in labor with Toot. Instead of feeling the contractions or having back labor, I had what I call 'hip labor'. It hurt so bad. He was looking the wrong way and so it put pressure on my hip.

He finally decided to face the right way and joined us. They layed him on my stomach and the first thing he did was grab on to his Daddy's hand. It was so cute. Toot loved him and was never jealous of him. Little Man was just happy he was a boy and not a girl.

The first year was great. He was a very happy baby and didn't get into much. I said once that he was the quiet one that just watched everyone else. Not so much anymore. He had me fooled big time!

Now, he's the mean one. He doesn't listen at all. He pulls Toots hair and tries to hit her (OK, he does). I'm surprised she hasn't smacked him back. Whenever I get on to him, he just laughs at me. It can be frustrating. He doesn't care how we punish him. So far, not much works.

But he's also very sweet most of the time and so damn cute. He still smiles all the time but is usually up to something. He is a Mama's boy big time. He loves to cuddle with me and always wants hugs and kisses. He has really good manners and loves to copy Toot. He can be like a little parrot with her which has got him talking a lot sooner than she did. They are the best of friends and love each other so much. They always take up for each other, even against me. He also loves to play by himself and can entertain himself for a good while. He wont watch TV (just like Hubby) and would rather be getting into something. He never stops moving unless he is cuddling or sleeping.

I could watch him play all day. He cracks me up all the time with his devilish grin and little attitude. Sometimes he starts getting on to his toys and it's so cute. I can already tell that he will be our trouble maker.

All three of my kids are so different but I love them all the same. They each hold a special place in my heart that just grows everyday.

Smiley will always be my baby and I cherish every moment that I get to be his Mom.

Vote

Edit at bottom.

If you will look to your right, I added my first poll. Woo Hoo!!

Go ahead and vote on it. It wont bite, I promise.

I'm curious as to what's more commonly said. Us folks down here in Texas call it dressing. I don't know anyone personally that calls it stuffing but I also don't know anyone personally that stuffs the bird. My SIL calls it Stove Top but doesn't use Stove Top Stuffing.

So what do you call it?

Edit:
It might of been a little stereotypical of me to say "Us folks down here in Texas". I didn't mean ALL Texans. I meant ALL the Texans I personally know. I apologise if I offended any Texans that say 'stuffing'. :)

Wordless Wednesday (with words)

This was just hours after his first child (Toot) was born. She has had him wrapped around her little finger every since she came in to this world. For the 1st year of her life he worked nights and she always took her naps with him. She still loves to sleep on him and is a major Daddy's Girl. She will always be his Baby Luv.

For more Wordless Wednesdays, go check out Punky Monkeys.

Just a little rant

So, why when I am sick AND taking care of a sick child, something happens to Hubby that is apparently worse and so he can't help me. Let me explain.

Friday night and Saturday night he HAD to go to Wal-Mart. Yes, we did need pillows and yes the next night we needed dog food. But, that doesn't mean he had to drive so far out of the way to buy them at Wat-Mart. I'm sure there was a store in the 2 towns he was already driving through that carried this stuff. So it was close to 10 pm both nights when he finally got home.

Sunday night, he came home but we had to go check the price on Xmas stuff. But while out, I'm the one that had to stand in the cold while Toot puked on the side of the road.

Yesterday, I came down with the same thing as Toot. (Stomach flu) After I told him that I felt like crap, he tells me he hurt his back. How, you ask. He fell 1 foot. Yes, only 1 foot. He comes walking in all funny and fell into bed. So of course, since he can't hardly stand or walk, I had to get up and cook supper, continue taking care of Toot (alone), put Smiley to bed, and put up supper and still take care of Toot all while trying not to be sick everywhere. Thanks babe. I love you too.

Oh, then, he actually asked if I could rub his back. Are you kidding me?! I mumbled something to the affect of 'Kiss my ass' and rolled over and tried to sleep while being real sick and making sure Toot wasn't puking in my bed.

It's been a great week! I just hope we are all better by Thanksgiving.

But, my Mom is running to the bank for me so I don't have to. THANK YOU MOM!!!

Poor Toot. She just came and asked me if she could have a popcicle and I said "Yes, of course sweety" and her reply was so sad. She said "Thanks, but I gotta go throw up first." We are going on 5 days of this shit.

I've been tagged!

I guess Gwen at Confessions of a Control Freak just can't get enough of me because she tagged me and wants to know more. I love her blog and talking back and forth with her. She is like me in ways and completely different than me in ways. Now, I gotta answer 10 questions.



1. What is your funniest childhood story?

Most of my memories involve getting hurt, annoyed, or arn't funny, just really good.

I guess it is when my Dad chunked my puke out the window of his plane. I had eated peanut butter cups and drank a can of Dr. Pepper before the ride. Another time when I didn't have such a great idea. The smell was horrible so he just got rid of it. I wonder what the cows below us thought?



2. What would your dream dress look like if you could design it?

I can't stand dresses so I have know idea at all. I guess a dress that magically made me look like a size 2 or even 4 with a perfectly flat stomach and perfect perky boobs. I'd pay good money for that dress.



3. What weird habit does your hubby have?

When he tells me what he plans on saying to someone, he tells it like they already had the conversation. Like he'll say, "So I told him ....." Somtimes I get confused (I'll say "you did or you are going to?") but mostly can keep up. I laugh inside when he does it. He's also the only person I know that talks more than me. I know that's not a habit, but it is weird.



4. How many cookbooks are in your kitchen?

One, and it's older than me. I have no idea where I got it but it has some good stuff in it.



5. Granny panties or loyal Victoria Secret girl?

Definitely Victoria’s Secret. Hubby calls it the "Pink Store" and loves to go with me.



6. My favorite memory from 2008 so far is...

When I went and bought my jeans and the size 6 was a perfect fit!!! I started my diet at a size 12/14. With Thanksgiving and Christmas coming up, I 'm sure this will change. Not the size in jeans (hopefully) but the best memory.



7. I secretly...

am jelouse of my brothers other sister (they are my half brother) because she gets to see them and their kids all the time. I only see them like 3 or 4 times a year.



8. I could really go for...

A vacation. I need one.



9. We are going to have a big snow storm and you will find me...

At my Moms because they have their generator hooked up to the whole house and a fire place..



10. I knew he was the one...

On our first date. We went fishing in the dark. He says he is twice the fisherman than me because he caught 2 and I only caught 1. We could talk about everything and nothing. He was so different than anyone I had ever dated. He loved life and loved just having a good time. Before we went fishing, we went out to eat. He opened the door for me, pulled my chair out for me, and ordered for me(after I told him what I wanted). I love it when men do that. That's the respect my Dad always showed my Mom. Before our sencond date, I remember telling my Mom "I hope I don't screw this up." I guess I didn't because we got married 6 months later. He is the man I will spend the rest of my life with. No doubt about that one.



Now to tag 3 more people. I choose:



TMM at The Scattered Mind of a Tattooed Minivan Mom

Sera at Laughing through the Chaos

Hula at My Secret Blog


Thanks Gwen. Now I'm going to bed because I was lucky enough to catch what the kids have.

Do you know me?

Nope, you don't. Not really. But, I don't really know you either. If you have read my blog, you know that my kids drive me crazy at times (who's doesn't) and that I love them so much (who doesn't). You know how I met Hubby and that he too can drive me crazy. But you also know that I love him. You also know that I love my parents. And you also know that Little Man has diabetes and that Toot is so funny and Smiley likes to piss her off. Oh ya, and that I got hurt a lot as a kid. And everything else I choose to share with you.



But there is so much more to me that you don't know.



I was reading a post by someone else today that really made me think. What do we really know about each person that we read about? Not a lot I'm guessing. Only what they choose to share with me and you. And, how nice of them to actually tell us what they do. When someone leaves a bad or nasty comment, that just shows what kind of person the one leaving the nasty comment truly is. Or, is on that day.



I'm going to tell you about me, the real me. And, if you don't like it then please, feel free to never read my blog again. If you don't like me after reading this, I probably don't want you reading it anyway. I'd rather have one reader that likes me than 100 that don't. That's just how I roll.



So here's a little (or a lot, depending how it goes) about the true me (and I'm not going to explain a whole lot). Some, I am proud of, some, not so much. Either way, that's what made me and who I am. Love it or leave it.



I don't lie to my kids or anyone else about who I truly am.



I cuss. And I say 'cuss' instead of 'curse'. I also cuss in front of my kids but they don't. They know it is grown up words and that they are not allowed to say those words.



I am a major dog person and not a cat person. Love dogs! Cat's bug me but the kids love them (and I do too sometimes).



I treat people how I would like to be treated most of the time.



Sometimes I am a total bitch to Hubby and other people, but I always apologize when I am (now).



I drink beer and love it. Wine and the hard stuff just makes me stupid so I don't drink it (anymore).



I did drugs in high school. Not all the time but did try a lot. I don't anymore(and haven't for about 9 years) and wouldn't allow anyone to do them in my house or around my kids.



I don't care what people think of me UNLESS it is that I am a bad Mom. That one pisses me off because I am one hell of a Mom.



I am not a good housekeeper at all. I would rather play with my kids or be on the computer.



I have 3 tattoos and don't regret them. You can only see them if I want you to. And I want one more.



I have taken out 3 piercings that I got when I was 18. Once again, you couldn't see those unless I wanted you to.



I had some really bad shit happen to me when I was younger.



I have had some really bad shit happen to me since I have become an adult.



I don't act like a victim. Those things helped make me who I am today.



I have a low self esteem most of the time.



I have battled depression most of my life but have learned to deal and when I can't, don't feel bad about taking meds.



I love riding back roads with Hubby.



We say "I love you" more than anyone I know and we mean it.



I love all kinds of music. Some of my favorites are Guns and Roses, Hank Jr., NOFX, Nickleback, (original) Misfits, Brad Paisley, Randy Travis, Kid Rock, Aerosmith, Tom Petty, and my Hubby. Punk rock, Rock, Old country, New country, 80's rock, R&B, some rap, and 50's stuff. I like it all except classical.



I speak my mind.



I am a Christian.



I sin.



I ask for to be forgiven.



I rarely wear make-up.



I rarely 'fix' my hair.



I don't like to dress up or wear dresses.



I am silly.



I am emotional a lot.



I was in an abusive relationship for a while. (I never understood woman that were in one until I was that woman)



I love chick flicks and horror movies.



I let my 4 year old daughter watch scary movies because she LOVES them.



I tell my kids all the time how cute/pretty/handsome they are because they are.



I tell them when they are driving me crazy.



I protect them from anything and everything I think might hurt their hearts and souls.



I am very smart. Book smart and street smart (by that I mean, I made straight A's all threw school and have common sense). I graduated high school 1 year early because it was so easy to do. I was very close to getting my degree in college but decided I didn't want to do that forever. But, when I don't know the answer, I admit it. And then I find out the answer.



I would take the diabetes from my son and put it in me if I could.



I would die for my kids.



I shaved my head at 14. It's just hair, it will (and did) grow back.



I was raised in Ft. Worth and loved it.



I was raised by a west Texas country boy and an Army brat Mom.



I now live in a tiny town and love it.



I hate to shop for me but love to shop for my kids.



I have a small family even though I have 4 older brothers. One Mom, one Dad, four brothers, one great-grandfather, one grandmother, one aunt, two cousins, and one nephew and one niece. (Soon to be two nieces!)



And, I write long post!!!!



That is just a little, there is a lot more to me and everyone else you read about. Remember that next time you want to leave a nasty or rude comment.



It was nice to actually write all that. Pretty much, what you see is what you get, once you really see me.



If you truly open your eyes, the world is a much brighter place.

Bouncing off cement and other injuries

So Carrin said "there's a story in there somewhere" about my face bouncing off the cement from this post. Well, there is, unfortunately. It actually wasn't cement, it was asphalt. Doesn't that make it sound better?


Anyway, I was 5 or 6 and my brothers were in charge of me. I'm the baby of the family so by this time, Mom was back working.


We decided to ride our bikes to a bike shop a couple of miles away. This was 'back when' you could do stuff like this with out fear of being kidnapped. My brother 6 years older than me (PA), rode his skate board and the brother 4 years older than me (Toph) and I, rode our bikes. I have 4 older brothers and no sisters by the way.


We knew the road coming up had a long, steep hill so PA went another way. The hill was fun on a bike but not so much on a skate board. It was only about 2 blocks from the bike shop.


So, Toph and I proceed down the hill and are flying down it, loving every minute. I get the great idea to start wiggling my handle bars. Not so smart. Then, I couldn't stop them and flew over the handle bars, landing (and probably bouncing) face first in the street at the bottom of the hill. Needless to say, I was messed up like a soup sandwich.


Luckily, (like there is something lucky about this) I landed right in front of the house that family friends lived in. Toph got their help and they took me in and called my Mom. I remember standing there, just looking in the mirror at myself (probably in shock) with no thoughts going threw my mind. PA finally showed up after realizing we should have been to the bike shop before him and was a tad embarrassed because he had a major crush on the girl that lived there.


My arms were really scraped up (I still have scars) but nothing was broken. My face, on the other hand, was not in real good shape. I don't remember if there were any other injuries because my face was so bad. I think my legs were all scraped up too. They had to of been.


All my front teeth were loose (but didn't break or loose any) and my gums literally looked like hamburger meat. I can't imagine what people thought when they saw me.


Mom took me to the doc and he said to take me to the dentist. Then the dentist told her to take me to the doc first. Go figure. I don't remember what happened after that but I know I healed.


I never rode down that hill again. I did go down hills on my bike after that but was always scared and held my arms as straight as possible so there was absolutely no wiggling going on.

Any time I am in Ft. Worth and drive past that bike shop (it's still there), I think of that day. Great memories!

Writing this made me think of all the big injuries I had growing up. The tip of an iron fell on my eye at 2 (that's my first memory and I still have a scar), I got run over by a kid on a bike (at 3), Mom says I was 5 when I flipped over my bike, 7 was the car wreck where I almost cut off my lower lip, got a big (HUGE) goose egg on my head at 8 or 9 and had to go to the ER, jammed my whole foot in gymnastics at 7 or 8, sliced my hand open with my ice skates at 10 or 11, about broke my arm in softball around 13, and broken my nose multiple times. I'm sure there is more. Man, I got hurt a lot as a kid.

I have had injuries since becoming an adult also, just not as many (so far). Broke my nose, screwed up my ankle twice, really messed up my knee a bunch (I have a bad knee), and messed up my back pretty bad a couple of times (I gotta bad back now too). I thought my kids were just injury prone but I guess not. I guess they are just adventurous kids with no fear like their Momma.

Toot broke her nose at 3, she messed her leg up real bad at 1, and has lost her toenail multiple times (same toe every time). Smiley tried to fly a couple of months ago, pierced his lip with his tooth at 1, fell and took a huge chunk out of his lip about 4 months ago, and burned real bad all ten finger tips on a grill a month ago. Little Man, nothing, and he's 10. He's not real adventurous. Oh wait, he did burn his hand on a muffler at 6 but it wasn't bad.



Aren't you glad you asked, Carrin? So, ya, I think I would go with the paper cut in the eye. I'm surprised I haven't already done it. Unless, someone has a worse story about a paper cut in their eye, then I might reconsider. Maybe.

Are you like me and my two little ones or more like my oldest?

Would you rather...Again

Edited at bottom.

It was obvious you couldn't get enough yesterday (by ALL the comments) so Tattooed Minivan Mom is doing some more today and I am once again participating. I'm loving this because right now, I got kids with snotty noses, bad coughs, puke, and so much more you don't want to know about. Colds on top of a stomach virus is not as much fun as it sounds. Plus, a cat that decided to pee on ALL our pillows. He's so lucky the kids love his stinky butt. I am now the proud owner of brand new pillows. I really needed something to laugh at and this hit the spot. It's been a very long week. Enjoy, and then go check hers and everyone elses out. Or check hers out and then come back and read mine. Either way, I'm good. Here ya go:

17. Jamie: Would you rather walk across hot coals or drive a nail through your foot? (What's with everyone's foot pain fascination?)

I'm going with RUN across hot coals. Don't want anything going through my foot.

18. Magpie: Would you rather have city street water splash on your bare feet (ew ew ew) or lick a shovel from a horse barn? (I had to be a smart ass and ask her if the shovel was brand new. It's not.)

Water on my feet. At least it's on the outside of my body.

19. Heather: Would you rather join a charlie horse orgy or take ten four-year-olds on a field trip to some ancient Indian burial grounds? (Hit the charlie horse orgy link, read the post and my comment for explanation if you're wondering. So much work today!)

4 year olds.

20. AngieDe apparently has way to much time on her hands to think about weird shit: Would you rather have to go pee ALL the time, or have to go pee really bad but never be able to go?

Go pee all the time. It really sucks when you gotta pee but can't.

21. Would you rather drown in Coke or Pepsi?

I guess Coke because I hate Pepsi.

22. Would you rather eat a bar of soap or drink a bottle of dish washing liquid?

Tattooed Minivan Mom had great logic so I'm going with her on the liquid.

23. Would you rather be stranded on an island alone or with someone you hate?

Someone I hate. It would pass the time plotting against them.

24. Angela: Would you rather papercut your eyeball or step on a nail?

Eyeball. Same reason as # 17.

25. Black Betty who knows she's a perv asks: Would you rather receive a golden shower or a roman shower? (I had to ask what the roman shower was. BTW, got the Black Betty song stuck in your head yet?)

I don't know what either is so I refuse to answer. Ok just found out. Ewww! Not getting turned on by either but when I got stung by a jelly fish I would have let Hubby pee on me where the horrable pain was. I didn't know at the time it would have helped.

26. Cyndy, a fellow Dysfunctional Mom wonders: Would you rather lick a frog or drink rusty water?

Depends what kind of frog. Some are pretty trippy to lick, so I hear.

27. Crackwhore, better known as Live.Love.Eat asks a very thought provoking question: As a blogger, would you rather be famous like Dooce and too busy to really connect with bloggers, or not so famous and have connections?

Not famous for sure. Gotta connect.

28. Hula: Would you rather live without water or electricity?

Water. I need electricity. It gets way to hot in Texas to not have AC.

29. Captain Dumbass: Would you rather shave your head with a cheese grater or be audited?

No matter what the other option is I'm probably always going to pick it over anything on my body being ripped to shreds with a cheese grater.

30. My new whacked out friend Sassy would like to throw in: Would you rather drink a gallon of dirty hot dog water OR a shot glass of foot sweat? (Her all-time fave she said. I wonder if she meant the question or the glass of foot sweat?)

That doesn't put a pretty picture in your head. I'm gonna go with hot dog water because foot sweat is just way too nasty.

31. Would you rather loose your 4 front teeth after bouncing your head off a cement curb OR get a paper cut on your eye? (I cracked up at the thought of a head bouncing off a curb. Like a basketball I wonder? I don't know. Never seen it done.)

I've done the first but my head didn't quite 'bounce'. SO.MUCH.PAIN. So I say paper cut in the eye.

32. Would you rather have explosive diarrhea OR uncontrolled vomiting?

Diarrhea. I can't stand to puke. Puking makes me puke.

33. Drama Mama came in on the last minute with this doozy: Would you rather have a Permanent Yeast Infection or Permanent Hemorrhoids?

Hemorrhoids. I would like to be able to have sex again and I can't with a yeast infection. We are learning so much about each other!

34. Ann asked : Would you rather be able to read your husband's mind? Or have him be able to read yours?

Read his. He doesn't even want to know what goes on in my head. He says I think too much. Is that bad or good?

35. Toni asked: Would you rather suffer from incurable baldness, everywhere, or wolfman's disease, everywhere?

Bald. Not shaving my legs all the time would be awesome! And you can buy a wig or a cool hat.

36. Would you rather share your house with a skunk or a porcupine?

I say skunk and have it desented. And I would name him Pepe Le Pew and buy a black and white cat.

37. Betty asked: Would you rather eat opossum roadkill (thats been jacked up) or bambi.

Bambi any day. My SIL cooks awesome deer meat. I think my dad is actually hunting as I type this.


TMM added another after I did this so I had to add it because I thought it was a great question.

38. Thought maybe I should add one of my own...being that it's my blog and all...not to be controversial or anything but purely for thoughts sake: Would you rather be able to say anything you want on your blog and risk offending people and/or losing readers or would you rather keep it edited?

Say what I want. If they don't like it then oh well. Their loss, not mine. I am not going to censor myself on here. That's why I have it. To just let it all out! The only person I actually 'know' that reads this is my Mom and she already knows everything about me, the good, the bad, and the cussing. And she loves me, faults and all.

Now back to cleaning up after sick kids and stupid cats!

Would you rather..

Tattooed Minivan Mom is doing a 'Would you rather..' game and I am joining in. There are some good questions. Go check her out for her answers and everyone else's. Here's mine:

1. Kat wants to know: Would you rather eat a cockroach or a bull nut?

I'm gonna go with cockroach. It seems smaller, but I'm no expert on bull nuts.

2. Brandy wonders: Would you rather not shower for a month or not brush your teeth for a month?

I am going with not brush my teeth for a month because of all the gum out there. There is no gum to cover the stink and filth on your body.

3. April asks: Would you rather....have to have sex everyday for a year straight or go six months without it? Knowing you HAVE to do it everyday VS. the anticipation of what is to cum in 6 months. (Get it? c.u.m. I was gonna post it as c.o.m.e. but that perv April said I HAD to put c.u.m. Sick I tell ya.)

I'm gonna say two things. First, I don't remember the conversation going down like that. :) and Second, 6 months without. I've done the everyday thing (to make a baby) and it became a chore and not so much fun.

4. Ashley wants to know all kinds of good stuff: Would you rather find true love or 1 million dollars?

I'm stealing TMM answer and saying the Million, because I already have true love.

5. Would you rather always have to say everything on your mind or never speak again?

Say everything on my mind. I couldn't handle not talking. Besides, I already say what's on my mind most of the time.

6. Would you rather know it all or have it all?

Have it all. Knowing it ALL would drive me crazy when talking to the less intelligent people.

7. Katie wonders: Would you rather have extremely bad tourettes or uncontrollable orgasms?

I'm gonna go with orgasms. That just sounds fun.

8. Would you rather skip Christmas for a year or skip your birthday for a year?

My birthday. I enjoy Christmas way to much with little ones running around.

9. Heather asks: Would you rather be followed by a cloud of dust or a cloud of gnats?

Dust for sure. I can't stand gnats trying to fly up my nose.

10. Michelle wants to gross you out: Would you rather eat a toenail omelet or a hair sandwich?

Toenail omelet. Choking on hair is awful and I could put a LOT of hot sauce on the omelet.

11. Would you rather lick the discharge from a cats eye or lick the dried spit from the corner of a teachers mouth?

That's just gross either way. I'm gonna go with spit. Discharge= to much yuck!!!!

12. Jennifer wants to know: Would you rather have dinner with the Obamas or go on a date with George Clooney?

The date any day. That was too easy.

13. and as an after thought she wanted to know...Would you rather be paralyzed or blind?

Paralyzed. I couldn't handle not seeing Hubby and the kids faces everyday.

And Jo-Jo cracked me up with this one. She even decided to answer it herself.
14. Jo-Jo said: Would you rather blog or sleep? (Both)

It depends what time I got up that morning. Sometimes blog, sometimes sleep.

15. G from Where's My Angels: Would you rather take a cheese grater to your sunburned back, or pour alcohol in a new hole in your toe:).....(Love the happy face at the end G.)

Alcohol on the toe for sure.

16. Yaya: Would you rather use the woods or a port-o-potty? (her hubby came up w/ that one!)

Woods. I choose that all the time over any public restroom.

So there ya go. Now go check everyone else's out and have a fun Friday!

HELP!!

Two updates at bottom.

Smiley locked me in my room (the stupid people who put in the door put it in backwards) and he is running around doing God knows what. I can't get out!! Everyone else is gone and I'm stuck!

I hope my Mom is close by so she can come save me. If not, I'm screwed! Anyone know how to pick this lock? Now he's crying for me to open the door. I CAN'T!! and he can't unlock it.

UPDATE:
I finally got it unlocked. I found an old insurance card and it did the trick.
Now, my door looks like this:

That wont be happening again.

Tattooed Minivan Mom said I should write a post on how to talk to a 2 year old threw a locked door. Here is how it went. (Luckily there are windows on the door.)

Smiley: MOMMA! OPEN THE DOOR!
Me: Sweety, unlock it.
Smiley: OPEN THE DOOR!
Me: Turn the button!
Smiley: Kinda tries while screaming. OPEN THE DOOR!
Me: I can't! Turn the button the other way. As I am trying to show him while he screams.
Smiley: Pees in floor because he thought it would be a good idea to do all this naked. OPEN THE DOOR!

After I get it open.

Smiley: Thank you Momma. I went pee pee.
Me: Your welcome and thanks for the mess. I didn't have enough going on already.
Smiley: Your welcome Momma.

Second update:

I'm not the only one (thank God), go read Buried with Children's post about it. At least I wasn't locked out in the cold. And I laughed because it wasn't me, so I forgive everyone that laughed at me.

Writing Assingment

So, today's writing assignment by Mama Kat at Mama's Losin' It that I am choosing, is to"Write a light hearted piece on how to get along with an enemy". I will tell you how to NOT deal with the enemy and how to deal. This should be interesting. I'm always changing it to meet my needs.



I only have one person I would call an 'enemy' and she isn't really anymore, I think. That is my ex-husbands wife.



Don't get me wrong. I am NOT jealous of her in any way. I am actually so happy they got together. It got him off my back. I left him and if not for her, he would have kept on bugging me.



Anyway, she is a total bitch! For 2 years, I had to deal with her and hear how I am not being a good Mom. Let me just say, she had NO kids of her own. I kept telling myself, "One day, she will have her own and realize what it is really about!" She had a part time (kinda) step-son and didn't have a clue.



One time, when I was arguing with my ex-mother-in-law (who now loves me) the step-bitch (not my words, the lawyers) grabbed my arm and twisted it. This did not go down well at all. She grabbed my left arm and I am right handed. So ya, naturally, I hit her. Self defense. I should add, I was 5 months pregnant and had just gotten off bed rest, so major self defense.



She thanked me and I said YOUR WELCOME! Damn, it felt good. She did press charges, but nothing ever happened with it. They knew it was a stupid claim.



Well, I didn't talk to her for almost 5 years after that. If I'd of known that was going to happen, I would have hit her sooner! J/K. Actually, I might have. But, now after 5 years of not speaking, we get along and can talk on the phone without getting all pissed at each other. She now has a beautiful baby girl with my ex and she stays out of my business. She actually said, get ready to laugh really hard, "This baby wont change my life at ALL." HA HA HA! News flash!! She learned her baby isn't 'part time'!



So my 'Light hearted way of dealing with an enemy is....' wait till they have their own kid, or just hit them.



Or you could just ignore them until they get a clue, but sometimes that takes too damn long!

Wordless Wednesday...Zues

My other Baby, Zues. (I know his name is spelled wrong. That's how I wanted it.)

He was my very wonderful, loving lap dog that is no longer with us. He was a great dog and family member. He is always missed.


For more Wordless Wednesdays (even though mine has words), go check out Punky Monkey's. You will find some good pictures along with some good blogs.

I so cried just posting this.

Also, Gwen at Confessions of a Control Freak has updated her giveaway and made it even better! Go check it out!

My Dad

I thought it would be appropriate to tell you about my Dad today since it is Veterans Day.

He is a Vietnam Vet. He never talks about it and the little I know, I either heard it from my Mom or saw pictures he took while there when I was snooping in their room. Yes, I snooped. Who didn't? He did not wait for the draft, instead, enlisted on his own. He is a very proud man and should be. He served our country because he believes in it. He has had many problems because of his time spent there but continues to go on every day without expecting a hand out. He has made me one proud daughter.

There is so much more to him though.

He is an amazing Dad and always has been. He has ALWAYS been there for me when I needed him most and even when I thought I didn't. I have wonderful childhood memories thanks to him and my Mom. He was home with us when he should have been and didn't go out to bars or anything.

He would take me hunting, fishing, bowling, camping, to the lake... and the list goes on. He always made sure we had a good time. He was the one to teach me how to play softball and was my batting coach. He always put us first.

Some of my favorite memories.

Throwing up in his plane and him chunking it out the window (it smelled really bad).

Him wearing the ugliest clip-on tie in the world with a t-shirt to a soccer tournament because I gave it to him for Fathers Day (as a joke, the joke was on me).

Beating the gar he cought while bow fishing.

Helping him build a fense at the deer lease.

Learning how to ski in his boat and driving said boat.

Catching a big bass with a gummy worm and having to throw it back because it was pregnant (I think he just didn't want to clean it).

Only hearing his voice when I was in the batters box.

His compasion when he found out I was 16 and pregnant.

Playing golf with him and laughing so hard we couldn't even swing the club.

Him holding my children for the first time.

Digging threw junk yards looking for old car parts.

Thanking him for my favorite doll (Sally) when I found out about Santa Clause.


I could go on forever but I wont.

He has helped teach me to be and do anything I put my mind to. I am blessed that I married a man a lot like him. I would say 'just' but I tend to compare Hubby to him a lot when Hubby pisses me off. It's Hubby's fault though, he askes "What man wouldn't do that?" and I tell him. My Dad, that's who.

He has so many great qualities about him and some that just annoy me. Mainly because I am a lot like him. I am stubborn, a smart ass, emotional, hate to admit when I am wrong and really love my family just like him. One of the only things I would change about my life are some of the things I have said to him when I was younger. I would not be who I am today without him. He is a good ole country boy that raised me right. He still comes to my rescue whenever I need him and I know he always will. Whether it be a busted up alternator in my car or a broken heart.

I am very proud of my Dad for serving our country and for being the man he was and still is to this day. I have often said, He has to live forever because I don't think I could handle life without him. I love him more than I could ever show him.

His favorite quote: "Freedom has a taste, the protected will never know."

Toot

I was looking threw my stuff and realize I write about Toot or show pictures of her more than the other two. It's not that she is my favorite. It's because she is so funny to me. And she loves having her picture taken. So more stuff to write and show.

Anyway, here is her story.

When I married Hubby, we immediately started to try and get pregnant. The doc's didn't know how long I would be able to get pregnant or if I even could so we tried our hardest. It took a long 11 months to finally get pregnant. We didn't do invetro or anything like that, just the old fashioned way. It was very hard on me because some months I would have pregnancy symptoms big time and then they would just go away. We decided that the egg was being fertilized, just not implanting. Some months I would be obsessed with trying, and others I felt like just giving up.

December of 03 was very hectic and stressful. I was working, Hubby wasn't, Xmas being broke, visiting family, and replacing a motor in our car 8 hours away from home. Hubby started a new job on the 1st of Jan. and he worked 7/12's at night. There goes my chance for making a baby. We didn't even see each other any more. Then on January 12th, I thought to myself, When am I suppose to start? I think it was yesterday.

So trying not to be excited, I went and peed on a stick. Wait, did we even have sex last month? Oh yes, twice. I was pregnant!! Woke Hubby up and then we called everyone we knew to tell them the good news.

Labor was very fast and Hubby never even saw me in pain. By the time he got there, I had just received my epidural. Lucky guy. He thought it was just the easiest thing in the world for a woman to do. He later learned the truth with Smiley, not a fast and easy labor.

So we took her home and it has been a riot every since. She has been very animated since birth. She makes the funniest faces. She has always been right in every ones business as long as I can remember.

She has taught me so much over these last 4 years. She is so positive and always sees the good in things and people. She always tells people how pretty they are and that she likes their dress/shoes/purse/hair whatever. One time when she was about 2 1/2, she told a very old woman at Wal-Mart that she had a pretty dress and was a princess. She smile on that woman's face was still there when I saw her again 30 minutes later. And at the bank the other day, she told the woman working there that she loved her hair. Once again, she made someones day. It's the little compliments she hands out that make someone feel so good about themselves. If only everyone would do that.

I try to do that now when I am somewhere. Just a little comment and that person feels better and so do I. I never did that until I saw how happy Toot made people. She truly loves everyone no matter what they look like. Pretty/ugly/fat/skinny/tall/short/different race/handicap/young/old. They are all the same to her. God creatures that she only sees the good in. I have often said 'If we would just act like a bunch of toddlers, this would be a much happier world'.

I fear one day she will grow out of this but for now, she is one of the sweetest people I have ever known. She has personally made me a better person and I thank her for that.

She is also very stubborn, silly, independent, and demanding. Some of those can drive me crazy at times but mostly she is just sweet.

I was scared when I found out she was a girl. I was raised with 4 brother and was/is a major tom-boy. I didn't wear dresses and would rather wear jeans and a t-shirt. I don't like wearing make-up and don't really do anything to fix my hair. What was I going to do with a girl?

She is a lot like me but likes to do it all with her princess dresses on. She loves to play in the dirt and climb trees but does it looking very pretty. She loves to help her Daddy down in the shop and doesn't care if she gets her pink shirt greasy. She can do anything a boy can do, and probably better. She loves to chase Little Man with frogs and bugs and feel like the tough one of the house. And she loves to cuddle up at night and be my baby girl.

She is the perfect girl and she is my favorite daughter.

Tattle Tales and Stinky Butts

How do you deal with a child that is a tattle tale? Toot is the worlds worst and is driving me crazy! This annoying little trait began when she started school. All day I hear "Smiley did ... and Smiley's doing ..." How do I get her to stop?

On a funny note. When Smiley is poopy or when Toot toots, we say they have a stinky butt. Toot always calls Tinker Bell Tinky Bell. Today, Smiley decided to change Tinks name (can you see where I am going with this?) to Tinky Butt. I don't know if he's just trying to be funny or if he is just trying to really piss off Toot but he has been successful at both.

So now all I am hearing (in a very whiny voice) is, "Smiley's calling Tinky Bell Tinky Butt. Tell him to stop."

So in my attempt to stop the whining and her tattling I say, while laughing, "Smiley, don't say Tinky Butt. It's Tinky Bell has a stinky butt."

Smiley ran away while laughing and Toot did not think that was funny at all. I got a very dirty look.

Feeling the Love

There is a bee flying around me (my biggest fear) so if some of this doesn't make sense, it's because I'm kinda distracted.

Anyway, Gwen over at Confessions of a Control Freak was so sweet and awarded me an award. I have been commenting back and forth with her lately and am so glad to have 'met' her. Thank you so much. I feel special. Here it is:

The qualifications to receive the award are:

A. Display a cheerful attitude. I try

B. Love one another. I will

C. Make mistakes. That one I know I can do

D. Learn from others. Check

E. Be a positive contributor to the blog world. I try

F. Love life. I do

G. Love kids. I do oh so much

The Rules:

1. Must link it back to the creator (I can't read it good enough, sorry)

2. Post the rules

3. Choose 5 people to give it to

4. Recipients must fill the characteristics above

5. Create a post to share this

6. You must thank the winner

Here are my picks of wonderful women to award this to:

Carrin at Carrins Comments

Toni at A daily Dose of Toni

Lazy Crazy Mama

Tena at Punky Monkey's

Mariah at Manic Mariah

I hope everyone has a great weekend.

Now, I've got a bee to take care of.

Rules?

The give aways are posted on the post before this (because I like breaking rules).

So apparently there are 'rules' to blogging but I am confused. Not hard to do sometimes.

I read on one blog that said you should post pictures.
Then on another, it said don't. And if you do, let the pictures speak for themselves. Sometimes, there are funny stories behind the pictures. For instance, don't you wish you knew the story behind this:

Then another said, 'keep it short and funny'.
But right after that, I read, 'Tell a story, preferably funny.' Sorry, I'm not a 'writer' and sometimes (ok, a lot) not that funny.

Ads or no ads? When I put AdSense on there, I started getting viruses so I took it off. I don't know how to do anything else.

Private or not? To be or not to be, that is the question.

Kids real names or not? I don't because; 1, there are certain people from my past I DON'T want finding me (and my kids names are unusual. Not like Apple, but easy to find on-line.), and 2, the little names I gave them is actually what we call them.

Don't post more than once in a day. Does it really matter how much I post in that day or should I try and convince you that I can wait until another day to say it? When something funny/crappy/cool happens I think of going to the computer and telling my new friends about it. Is that wrong to post it when it is fresh in my mind?

So confusing!!!

I love going back and reading peoples blogs when they just started (Mama Kat) and seeing the transformation from 1 comment here and there to 50 comments every day. I still don't get how you did that. Any advise is welcome, but if I have to follow strict rules then that takes all the fun out of it. Or at least a lot of it.

*Did I use italics too much?* See? More rules!

Give Aways by Gwen and then me

So Gwen at Confessions of a Control Freak is doing a give away to celebrate her 100th post and I really really want it. I have never won anything in my life so I am practically begging for this one. Plus, I love what she is giving away. ALSO, she is one month free of smoking. That is so awesome. I know how hard that is being a smoker myself. Nasty nasty habit, I gotta quit! She is the one that deserves a give away. Girl, e-mail me your address and I will send you something really cool like a CD of my Hubby singing (it's professionally done, not just something I recorded)! Trust me, you do deserve it. *Anyone else that wants one, look at bottom of post for requirements.*

Also, I did what I said I would do here. And I am going to use it to show you the cute purse I bought (for $14 at Wal-Mart) that I love. That is saying a lot because I don't carry a purse. EVER. And now I am.

It holds all my stuff plus my new camera and now I don't have to try and shove everything in my pockets.

I wish I could take a picture of my new love but it's kinda hard to take a picture of a new camera with that camera. Sorry, but it is so cool and pink. I'm so happy!

Also, anyone that chooses to follow me (or already is) and comments, I will give you a CD too. Make sure to leave your e-mail address in the comment (or e-mail it to me at halladh@aol.com) and I will get it to you. You can thank Gwen at Confessions of a Control Freak for me feeling so generous.