Shoes

Not just shoes

Fuck me red peep toe heels.

I'm in love.

Now, I just need a reason to wear them...since showing up to parent pick up at T1's school wearing these seems a bit over the top. Grocery shopping at Marcs and Super Walmart? Nah, that doesn't seem right either.

Well, whatever. They're mine...maybe I'll wear them to clean the bathroom.

Oh, that kid!

T1: Mommy, does N really have a baby in her belly?
M: Yes
T1: REALLY!?
M: Yes, why?
T1: Well, um, why is it when you had a baby in your belly you were fat and she's so skinny?

Ahh yes, there you have it.

Another favorite is when he prefaces a question or statement with: I can't believe I'm about to ask/say this.

MWW...1st day of 1st grade

I wanted to snap a few pictures before we left for school...T1 was giving me his usual weird face...when I tell him to smile he always looks scared!


I did manage this one, but of course T2 wanted nothing to do with pictures.



Outside after school, getting way too big!


Happy MWW!!!

My boyfriend

Keith Urban.

Seriously, he may currently be tied with Will Smith as my celebrity crush. Something about watching him rock out on that guitar...Oh my dear lord, makes me need a minute to myself. *sigh*

Oh...and Sugarland rocked too ;)


With my mommy! The concert was her birthday present!



I love her shirt!!!

I'm not doing cartwheels

I'm not going to lie, T1 has been driving me insane for weeks. He's 6...and mouthy...and defiant...and crazy...and sweet...and sassy...and he's my baby.
Yes, I realize I have a baby (who is actually sitting quietly and playing!) but T1 will always be my baby boy. He the little guy who forced us to grow up, forced us to take a good long look at our lives and make the best of the situation we were given...and you know what, even when he's spitting blue mouthwash all over the sink, zipping down the sidewalk on his scooter after being asked to come inside and yelling in defiance that he is NOT going to do xy or z...he's amazing. He's so sweet and he has so many questions and is so open and honest, part of me wishes he would stay that way forever.
*sigh*

When I sat down to write this blog it was funny and witty, not sentimental and sappy.

The point is, he started 1st grade today. I'm having a really hard time with 1st grade. He'll be gone all day, meaning I have to get him up and out the door BY 7:20am. When I woke him up this morning his response was "OH MAN! Not school!"
What can I say? He takes after his mama! As I was in the bathroom fixing my hair he came in and announced "It's 5 o'clock in the morning!" and promptly crawled back in to bed, pulling his pillow over his head. I had to explain that is was not 5, it was 6:45 and I was going downstairs to put his waffles in. Yes, I totally bribed him with chocolate chip waffles.

Hey, don't judge, it worked. We got out the door without incident. I even let him pick his shirt. I'd wanted him to wear this super cute brown shirt with khaki shorts, except his shorts had disappeared when I did laundry and he wasn't a fan of the shirt. I decided it wasn't worth the fight. I wanted him to be comfortable and excited about his first day...so, he wore his super hero shirt...and you know what? I was okay with that. I don't want him to be uncomfortable and self conscious. Just because I think he looks adorable in something doesn't matter...he needs to like it and be comfortable. That's how it is for me so why should he be any different?

Wow...this post is all over the place. I blame it on getting up too early.

Dear BMW

Lexus, Hummer etc.,

You do not own the road.

I know that car salesman in the snazzy suit he can't afford with shoes that are so shiny they'll likely blind you if you happen to catch them in the sun told you that if you bought that car you can get anywhere you want at warp speed...but he lied.

You see, just because your car payment is more then my rent does not mean you get to cut in front of me, ride my bumper or give me dirty looks because I have the audacity to only drive 10 miles over the speed limit in my cheap 2001 Saturn.

Flying up on my rear, swerving in to the next lane and then cutting me off, only to slam on your breaks because guess what, whore, it's 5pm and traffic is slow...is not going to get you to that exit any faster. Oh, and when we get off at the same exact fucking exit, guess who is going to be waving from behind you? Yea, that would be me. Clearly it was worth endangering both our lives, along with my children, to be that car length ahead of me. I mean, you might get through the light 5 seconds before me. Obviously your time is precious and that 5 seconds is priceless.

There really should be laws against driving like an asshole. Don't even get me started on proper etiquette when leaving a crowded venue, like say, a concert. Here's a hint...everyone should let one person out b/c guess what?! EVERYONE NEEDS OUT OF THE DAMN PARKING LOT!!

vent over. carry on.

Facebook is hard on the wallet

How did we keep in touch before all these social networking sites came about? How did we stalk random people that we don't actually want to talk to, but still want to see what they are up to? I must have wasted 50% fewer hours playing on the internet before facebook, myspace, twitter etc etc.
Now, before the addiction of social networking I would have a few select outfits that I would reserve for going out. (and trust me, in the past few years going out is few and far between, normally) I'd change them up by adding different jewelry, different hair style, jeans instead of black pants etc. It didn't matter if I wore that shirt to dinner last Saturday, I can totally wear it to the bar this week b/c we're going with a completely different group of friends.
HA! Not anymore! Now that I'm a big attention whore and must post recent pictures on all of these websites, it would just be unspeakable to *gasp* wear the same shirt 2 weekends in a row when there will be photographic proof....and believe me, whenever you get my friends in a room together I promise there will be a camera out at some point.
Case in point, I went to see Keith Urban and bought a new shirt. A shirt I really like (that in itself is pretty rare). My HS reunion (yep, 10 years folks!) is on Saturday but how can I wear the same shirt when it's already (well, not yet, but soon) been seen on FB?! hmmm...looks like I need to go buy something else to wear.

And no, this has nothing to do with an excuse to shop...it's all Facebook's fault. Clearly.

I lied

In my Questions post.

I lied.

I said I would answer in the comments section but since Noelle was my first and ONLY (sob!) question, she gets her own post :)

Noelle asked:
oooh, i am 1st!! that means I get to ask about you and handsome hubby's LOVE STORY!! juicy details please!! where did you meet? did you know he was the ONE? etc. etc. etc.!!


A lot of you that read this blog, already know the story...but for Noelle and those who don't, here goes. The teen angst and drama filled nonsense that began our relationship!

Spring Break of my senior year my best friend and I were hanging out, trying to find something to do. We didn't go on a trip or anything exciting, I got out of work by saying I had mono (I *could* have had mono since my friend had it a few weeks earlier...I was 18, give me a break).
My best friend, we'll call her Jane, worked in a restaurant and was always crushing on someone at work...and with good reason, she worked with some hotties. We stopped in at her work and asked one of the guys who had just turned 21 (HH) to come over and to bring his roommate. (roomie being for me, supposedly)
It was late by the time they got there, my parents were in bed. We were hanging out in my family room and they brought Woodchuck. I'm not a beer drinker, I sipped on one and that was about it. I was doing everything to put Jane and HH together...making sure they were sitting next to each other, busting out pictures...typical silly HS girl games. UGH, I annoy myself just typing it.
Jane ended up drinking way too much, she's a tiny little thing. She got sick in my bathroom and had HH holding her hair back. Thinking back, it was actually pretty funny. My mom woke up to see what was going on...no, I wasn't in trouble there was no screaming. She told us to keep it down before my dad got up and told the boys they weren't driving home. They moved their car down to the circle at the end of our street and we hid in my room until my dad left for work. Now, even though you'd think the guys would be all about being forced to stay the night with 2 girls...HH had already made comments about my dads gun collection above the fireplace. So yea, he was a bit nervous. LOL Jane and HH's roomie passed out, HH and I stayed up talking all night. We talked about everything, he was totally open and honest. There were no games, there were no moves made...just talking. It was bizarre and awesome.

That morning they left and I didn't think anything of it. Yes, I thought he was great but my best friend had "dibs". He was also the opposite of anyone I normally would date...and actually the guy I always said I wouldn't date. Go figure.

After a lot of drama...stupid girl drama...we ended up meeting up a few more times and have been together ever since. I found out later that he thought the whole reason we invited him over was b/c Jane was trying to fix him up with me. I guess he'd made comments about me when I'd stop in to visit her at work. (which was a lot) I'm not sure when I knew he was the one, we just clicked. We went from meeting to acting like we'd known each other forever within months. Oh...and I got to keep my best friend too. I'm a lucky girl.
We've been together 10 years and married almost 5!

MWW...

Baby Buddha in his 12 months swim trunks that still almost hit his ankles...even when they're rolled!

I wanna play too!

My friend Noelle did a questions post and since I'm a cool follower, I want to play too!

So, here's the deal...you ask, I answer.

Anything, everything...whatever. Clearly, if you've read the post below I have no shame.

So come on...let's play!!
I'll answer everyone in the comments section. I'm sure there has to be something you want to know...or maybe not, but ask something anyway to make a girl feel loved. K? Thanks. :)

TMI...more things I should not blog about

I am warning you now, this blog will contain more then you care to know about. More then I should probably share. If you remember THIS post, you'll realize I don't have much of a filter when I find something embarrassing and yet hilarious to blog about. I will say, if for some reason my family ever finds this blog and I find out about it...this entry will disappear. There are just some things I don't want to share with the family (but immediately MUST share with blogshere, go figure)

Okay, you've been warned so here we go!

After a fun but EXHAUSTING weekend of camping with not one, not two but FOUR boys...Handsome Hubby and I were in need of a little us time, a little quiet time. We got unpacked and finally got the boys in bed. I caught up on some work stuff and we decided to watch a little tv before bed. Half way through our first episode of Weeds (season 3, we're behind) it started skipping and was just being a PITA so we turned it off. HH had that look in his eye, ladies...you know "the" look. He apparently thought we were going to re-enact the kitchen scene from Hot Shots as he was running ice on my belly and under my shirt. He's a funny funny guy, that hubby of mine.
In an effort not to get in to way more detail then you need to know...let's just say things got a little more x-rated from that point on and we never actually made it upstairs.
As we lying in a heap on the floor b/c it's freaking 90 degrees in our house, we hear a noise from upstairs. HH glances up, only to see that crazy 6 year old of ours standing at the top of the stairs.

Yep...I'll be paying the therapist bills about that one for years to come.

He asked what we were doing...and so naturally we said wrestling. Hey, what's a girl to do under pressure?! Here are bit and pieces of the conversations that followed last night and later today:

T1: Mommy, why are you and daddy wrestling?
HH: Oh, we were bored.
T1: Why doesn't mommy have pants on?
M: I do, silly boy. Go back to bed. I'll be up in a minute to tuck you in.
T1: I came down to tell you something but I was afraid I would get in trouble so I just stood here until you were done wrestling. Did daddy put ice in your shirt?
M: Oh sweetie, just get back in bed.
HH: Yea, we were just playing. It's fine.

**at some point HH may have mentioned that I won the fight and said something about my arm transforming in to a bionic arm. I can't be certain, I'm kind of hoping that was a bad dream**

This morning nothing was said, until we're in the car on the way to my parents house:

T1: Mommy, did you or daddy win the fight?
M: I did
T1: How did you win?
M: I tickled daddy until he gave in
T1: Why was daddy's face down by your pee pee? It looked like he was biting you!
** oh yea folks, who knows the name of a good therapist, I'd like to start making payments now**
M: No silly, we were just goofing around!!So, what's the name of that new transformer you borrowed??

I was really hoping that he wouldn't be able to see much at the angle he was at. He said he would look out the window on the landing b/c our neighbor was out and then look back at us. I about DIED. Thank goodness we did eventually turn the light OFF and then it was way too dark for him to see much more.

I am now deathly afraid to leave my child alone with my parents or any other adult for that matter!! I can only imagine the things he would say. "I watched mommy and daddy wrestle and mommy didn't have pants on. They were making lots of funny noises and daddy was going muh muh muh by mommy's pee pee. They're weird when they wrestle" AHHHHHHH!!!!


So yes, all extra curricular activities will be kept in the bedroom from now on, with the door shut and a new lock installed.
Also, note to self, actually double check that your children are sleeping...not just in bed trying to think of excuses to come back downstairs!

Sign us up for parents of the year. Yep Yep!

Check out these school supplies!

I'm all about the reusable sandwich bags, if they'll ever make their way home again!

And who doesn't want a $399 lunch box? I mean come on, don't you love your kid?!?!

Seriously, check it out. I know you want to.

Finally feels like summer!!

Last summer it hit 90 degrees...in June...while I was 9 months pregnant. I survived although there may have been a little bitching and moaning going on. Just a bit.
Here we are in August and I think it may have finally hit 90. While others are moaning and groaning in the heat, I'm prancing around in my jeans, tank and pony tail. Yes people, I am a crazy whore who wears jeans in the summer...and the winter...and guess what? Fall and Spring too. I own 2 pair of capris, one of which I don't like. I own 3 pair of shorts, all knit that I wear around the house (like right now) but never out in public.
I spent most of the day shopping and then took the boys outside and let them play with the hose. It was awesome...we followed it up with fudgesicles, which of course meant having to get the hose back out :) I'm not going to lie, I slept awesome during those cool July nights but I don't want cool JULY nights or AUGUST nights. Save those for October, thanks.
I'm also the crazy girl that has no desire to have a/c. We have a window a/c that normally goes in the kitchen but we didn't even bother this year. Why the kitchen, I'm sure you are wondering? We live in a house that is as old as dirt and that is the only normal sized window we have. Works though b/c it keeps it cool while I'm cooking/baking.

Ohhh...and speaking of baking (hmmm...I didn't think it was Friday. Ah well, deal with my randomness)
I made these yesterday (thank you Picky Palate, I love you but my waist line hates you):

Chocolate Cookie Peanut Butter Duo

Peanut Butter Cookie
1 Cup creamy peanut butter
1 Cup granulated sugar
1 egg

1. Mix all ingredients together in a bowl until well combined. Set aside.

Chocolate Chip Cookie
2 sticks softened butter (1 Cup)
1 Cup granulated sugar
3/4 Cup brown sugar
2 eggs
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 3/4 Cups flour
1 1/4 Cups cocoa powder (I used Hersheys)
2 teaspoons baking soda
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 Cup chocolate chips

1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Cream the butter and sugars until well combined. Slowly beat in eggs and vanilla until well combined. Place flour, cocoa powder, baking soda and salt into a large bowl; mix with fork or sift. Add to wet ingredients along with chocolate chips until just combined.

2. Take a Tablespoon of Peanut Butter Cookie Dough and a Tablespoon of Chocolate Cookie Dough and gently press together forming a “not so perfect” ball. Don’t press and roll too much, just stick them together and place onto a silpat or parchment lined baking sheet. Bake for 9-11 minutes or until cookies are cooked through to your liking. Let cool for 5 minutes before transferring to a cooling rack. Enjoy!


**I realized after I started that I only had a few chocolate chips..so I broke up a hershey bar only to realize I still didn't have enough...so I added a hunk of chocolate almond bark. Needless to say...lots o' chocolate!

19

It's killing me that I have 19 followers...seriously, kill.ing.me.

19 seems so unfinished, so incomplete.

I want 20...come one, who is going to be lucky number 20?!

ah, the things that keep me up at night.

MWW...again

I have been a slacker...I'd like to say I have an excuse but really, I'm just a slacker.

We spent Sun-Tues camping, just HH and I with another couple. 2 days of adult conversation, yummy food, lots of alcoholic beverages and SLEEP.

We found this in the woods near our campsite.


Dinner Monday night:

Wait, need a better picture? SURE YOU DO:



Foil packs and corn on the cob cooking on an open fire. YUMMY!