Dear Friends

Dear my fellow bloggers,

I've been a tad tight lipped and not answering emails but I want you to know that Benny and I are not splitting up. We are just moving. It was a quick decision and one we made to better our lives. It WILL all work out for the better, BUT it is very stressful and overwhelming to me trying to figure it all out. If you have read me for any amount of time you know I have horses, dogs, cats, family and KIDS. I have to think about ALL of them and what is best for each of them but also what is best for us.

So, thank you all for the luck, prayers and concerns. Means a lot to me and we need them! ;)

Ever so stressed, I mean, thankfully,

April



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Next 3 weeks

Lots of things going on around these parts and so I am gonna be one busy chick. For about the next 2 or 3 weeks, I wont be around. Not on the blogs at least. Will still be checking my email everyday but that is about all I will have time for. BIG changes are happening and happening QUICK! Just wish me luck and say a little prayer that everything goes good and that we make the right decisions on all that we have to make decisions on. Thanks

Black cats beware!

Superstitious? Ya, sometimes I am. Mainly with the black cat crossing my path. I have on many occasions turned around. This past week, I had a black cat cross my path twice and Benny's once. Benny laughed at me because he knows how I am. But then, shit started happening.

Sunday night, a black cat crossed and 30 seconds later I almost hit a deer in the road. It was just standing there staring at me. Benny was sitting in the passenger seat because he had thrown his back out so I didn't want to slam on the brakes (and hurt him worse). Didn't want to swerve because that's how folks die. BUT, didn't want to hit the damn deer. So, I just slowed down and hoped it ran the right way. It didn't. But it didn't run the wrong way either. Just stood there.

Then, Wednesday morning another black cat crossed. A few hours later I was jumping on the trampoline with my kids and broke my toe. That shit hurts! The bruise is a lot darker now and twice as big and I now walk funny.

THEN, yesterday we went to South Louisiana with Benny. A damn black cat crossed our path and of course he laughed. But ya, he wasn't laughing later on when we got lost and he drove 50 miles to only go 4. Or when he had to change a tire on the trailer, in the freezing rain, on a tiny ass hwy with no shoulder. Or when he had to drive in the snow.

I don't think he will be laughing at me anymore. Who am I kidding, he probably will. He's an ass like that sometimes. I do know I'm shooting the next black cat that tries that shit thought!

Who me?

What is a 'Mommy blogger'?

I haven't figured that out yet.

To me, it sounds like someone that blogs about their kids all the time. I don't. I'm not sure about my stats but I'm pretty sure I don't blog about my kids more than half the time. I'd have to go back and look. Or, you could tell me. Do I? I know I bitch about stuff. And I talk about our weekends. And about my life. But, do I talk about my kids a lot? And even if I don't talk about my kids a lot BUT I am a mom that blogs, does that make me a 'mommy blogger'? I don't think so. I like Sage's term, a vanilla blogger.

I cuss on my blog. I say fuck (even though I know it makes my mom cringe). I say pretty much whatever I want and my mom wouldn't want it any other way. She just wants me to be me because I started this blog for a reason. To be me and to find others that relate, no matter if it's a man or woman, to me. Or, even if they don't relate to me but we become friends. The world would suck if we were all alike.

You can't think you know me just because you read my blog. I have said that before. It pisses me off when someone puts me in a stereotype just because I am a mom that happens to have a blog. Carrin knows things about me that none of you know, including my family. Amanda knows things about me that none of you know, including my family. Sage knows things about me that you would be shocked to know, including my family. Hehe. But hey, I share what I want to share with who I want to share it with.

I have made some great friends. Actually, best friends that I will be friends with all my life. I know this. And I know they will always be my friend no matter what. So, if they day comes and I do something that shocks you, don't be surprised (like shaving my head for example). It may be to much info with words or a pic but hey, it's me. If ya don't like it, don't read it.

I have decided I want to put ALL of me out there. Not just the part I thought you would like. So, I am not going to be a 'mommy/vanilla blogger' any more.

I am going to be a April Hall blogger.

I have stopped commenting on a lot of the blogs I use to for 2 reasons. First is because of the blogs I read that DON'T have a pop up window for comments, it screws up my computer and Internet Explorer goes crazy!!!! Like bat shit crazy!! The second reason is I just don't have the time. My comment count (folks that comment on my shit) has gone way down because of that but that's ok. I am cool with that. Give and take. I get that.

Just know, things might be a little different around here. I might be a 'mommy blogger' one week and a R or X rated blogger the next. I will be just like I am in real life, ya never know what ya are gonna get!

Not getting pinched!

It's St Patty's day and you can be damn sure I will be drinking beer to celebrate. But, gotta wear some green too. Don't want to get pinched, too hard. So, I got to thinking about what I should wear that is green.

First thought was a green thong. Benny might like that.
But (pun intended) I don't have the ass for it.

So, how about a green bra?

Hmmm, I got tits but that bra doesn't look like it would quite fit me.

Soooooo, I found the PERFECT outfit for me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Looks comfy and I wont get pinched! I'm a total pj kinda girl so this seems perfect. And, Benny could get the matching pair!!!! Sure he would love that! Hehe!

Truthfully, I am Irish and I do love St Patty's day so if I could pick something to wear that I don't already have (I have a ton of St Patty shirts), this is what I would pick to wear.

And I am sure my tits would look great in it!!!!

BTW, I have a clover tattoo so even if I am naked, you can't pinch me!

IT'S A FUCKING JOKE!!!!

So a while back, my friend and favorite male blogger Sage wrote this post. Here is what it said (the part I am talking about).

"Every 14th of February you get the chance to display your fondness for your wife or girlfriend by showering her with gifts, flowers, dinner, shows and any other baubles that women find romantic.

Secretly...guys feel left out. That's right...left out. There's no special holiday for the ladies to show their appreciation for the men in their life.Men as a whole are either too proud or just too embarrassed to admit it.This is why a new holiday has been created .

March 20th is now officially 'Steak, Blow job & Shut the Fuck Up Day.'

Simple, effective and self-explanatory...this holiday has been created so your ladies can have a day to show your man just how much you love him.

No cards, no flowers, no special nights on the town the name of the holiday explains it all...just a steak, a BJ & shut your mouth for the rest of the day! That's it!

This twin pairing of Valentine's Day and Steak, Blow job & Shut the Fuck Up Day will usher in a new age of love as men everywhere will try THAT much harder in February to ensure a more memorable March! It's like a perpetual love machine.

The word is already spreading, but as with any new idea, it needs a little push to start the ball rolling. So spread the word, and help bring love and peace to this crazy world.

Come on folks lets get this thing started!"

Ok, he wrote that as a joke (though I'm sure he's all for it). I thought it was funny as shit. I read it to Benny and he thought it was funny (though I'm sure he's all for it too). So, most agree it's funny because it's a joke, right? That's right, I said MOST.

OK, so why would someone get all upset about it and throw a big hissy fit? Oh ya, because some just like to be pissed. The person that did was all "Valentines isn't just about women,that's so sexist, not fair to same sex couples, blah blah blah...." She actually wrote a whole post about how wrong this is.

Are you kidding me? IT'S A FUCKING JOKE!!!!!! If you can't find humor in harmless jokes then you must be pissed all the fucking time!!!! I admit, some jokes are just plain mean and not funny but this wasn't one of them. Come on now.

Life for that person must suck. They should find a new one.

It's almost 3am so....

this could be either really interesting or really stupid. We'll see.

Ever read a blog and they have SO much fucked up shit happen to them daily that you think they have got to be full of shit? Ya, me too. I just want to call Bullshit with every post. But, I continue to read because it's funny to me. BTW, I never leave mean or rude comments because that would just be shitty. Actually, I don't leave any comments because that would just feed their need of attention. So, I blog about them behind their back. Because that is way more mature. lol

I LOVE the show Jackass because I cry from laughing so hard throughout the whole damn show. Seriously. Watched one tonight where Steve-O waxed his body. Well, bikini line, chest and eye brows. I woke up Benny I was laughing so hard. Them fuckers are so stupid and it cracks me up.

Toot was standing on bleachers earlier and some kid knocked her on her head. She actually landed on her head in the floor. She didn't cry but I think it was because she was in such shock. One second standing on her feet, the next second, standing on her head! I was kinda shocked too and the little shit that did it got away. My kids would have apologised over and over. She still got the Frisbee so ha ha!!! And yes, she was fine. As she says "Cowgirls don't cry"! Her song, not mine.

Hummm, what else. Oh ya. I learned something about myself today. I automatically don't like other people named April because there is no way that they can be as cool as me. BUT, after I get to know them...... I still feel the same way. Just kidding. Maybe.

Why are pro choice folks pissed about the new law in Utah? It says that a woman can be charged criminally for aborting/killing the baby inside of her if she does it illegally? I thought they were pro choice, not pro killing babies? And I thought they wanted it LEGAL to kill babies so women WOULDN'T do it illegally. Guess I am wrong. If ya want an abortion, do it the legal way (and early enough so that the pro choice folks can say it wasn't a person) so us tax payers don't have to cover the bill when the guy you paid to beat the shit out of you goes to far and puts you in the hospital. Seriously? This wasn't already a law of some kind? Oh, I guess that should be a woman's choice also. Fuckin stupid.

Think I will get any mean/rude/nasty comments on this post? If so, who really gives a shit? I don't.

Have a great Friday folks. Mine is starting out pretty good so far.

13 more months!

In 13 months I will be 30 years old. I wonder how my mom will take her baby turning 30? Probably not as good as I will. As I am sure you know, I have 3 kiddos. One of which is 11 years old. Yes, I got pregnant at 16 years old. I made the decision to grow up and keep my child. To me, it wasn't even a choice but that's just how I felt about it. I had another child at 23 and then another at 25. They were planned. I was married and wanted to have children with my husband so it seemed the logical thing to do. But, here is the thing.

I get the weirdest looks and stupidest comments when I tell people I have 3 children. First thing they usually ask is my age and then when I tell them they say, "You're just a baby!". OK, yes, I was a child when I had my first but not with my second and third. But they say that before they even know how old Little Man is. All they hear me say is that I am in my 20's with 3 kids. It's like some people think that people in their 20's can't be mature enough to have children. The crazy thing is that 99% of the time it is women that I get this from. The other day I was at my brother in laws house and a woman asked who Toot and Smiley belonged to. I told her they were mine and she looked shocked and asked how old I was. I told her and she said "2 kids at 28, that must be hard." I then told her that I actually had 3 kids and the oldest was 11. You could see her doing the math in her head and then she said "You poor girl." I said, "WHY? I love my life and wouldn't change a thing about it. It's no harder for me than any other mom of 3". My sis in law could tell I was irritated and stepped in and said "She is one of the best moms I know. Her age doesn't matter."

I know a lot of women nowadays are getting their careers going and then having kids and I see nothing wrong with that at all. Not all women want to do that though. What is wrong with being a mom first? How would they feel if when I found out they were in their 40's with 3 young kids I said "But you're so old"? They would probably call me a bitch.

Yes, I have made mistakes with my kids but who hasn't. I don't think it has anything to with the fact that I am in my 20's. I also have very good kids that respect others and are well behaved. That also doesn't have anything to do with the fact that I am in my 20's.

So, I am looking forward to turning 30. I just think once I can say I am 30 that people will quit giving me weird looks and saying stupid things when they find out I have 3 kids. It's not that I care what they think, I am just tired of dealing with the stupidity.

Award time

I got an award today so I thought I'd post about it. Sage gave me the Kreative Blogger award. What a sweety. Anyway, blogger is being a bitch and wont let me upload the picture. I am suppose to tell you 5 things about me that you don't already know. Hmmm, I'm pretty much an open book so this may take me a minute.

1. I cuss way to much but my kids know better and don't repeat me. Sometimes in our house the rule is 'do as I say, not as I do' and I think that is perfectly ok because I am an adult and they are not.

2. I don't watch movies that are older than me unless it is a really good western.

3. I really hate shopping. For anything. Especially clothes because I hate trying on clothes at the store but I wont buy it unless I try it on first.

4. I also really hate talking on the phone unless it's with my mom. With everyone else I would rather just text. Even Benny.

5. In our house, I have total control of the remote. Benny doesn't even really know how to use it, he just automatically hands it over to me so we always watch what I want to watch. As long as I don't put it on a reality show, he is good with what I choose.

OK, that took me forever to come up with. Not really interesting but it's all I could think of.
I am also suppose to give it to 5 people but I am tired right now so I'm just gonna keep it all to myself.

That's my girl!

When Little Man was an only child, I would always tell him he was my favorite son. He loved it and I would always get some cuddle time. After Toot was born, I would say she was my favorite daughter and he was my favorite son. After Smiley, I quit saying it all together because if I said it to Toot, Little Man expected to hear the same and I just couldn't say that to him anymore.

Well, Toot is a pretty smart cookie and has come up with her own version. She completely knows how to play the males in the house. I have a feeling she will be like that with all the males in her life. She is still trying to work it on me but it doesn't quite work as well.

Anytime she wants something, she will tell the men of the house that they are the BEST big brother/little brother/daddy in the WHOLE world. And it works! EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. I just sit back and chuckle to myself. It especially works on Little Man. When she says that, he will give her the moon and stars if that is what she wants. If it is something big that she wants, she throws in a really sweet hug. I'm tellin ya, that girl knows how to work it.

The other day she wanted something and it was cute watching her get it. She told Little Man that he was the best big brother and then just sat there looking at him. He looked confused and said "What?" and she said "Well....". More confusion. The she said "What am I?" and smiled. By the way, she KNOWS he has another little sister. So he said "You are the best little sister in the whole world". She looked at me, smiled and then ran away. She had just won in her mind. Little Man looked at me and I looked at him like he just got played. Then he said "Well, she is."

My heart melted a little and I told him that he was, in fact, the best big brother ever.