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?