Annoying

The title of this post is so open, I could go on and on. I won't...but I could.

As I was getting T1 ready for school today he said something so funny. Seriously, I was cracking up. It would have been a 2 line post but it would have been fabulous. However, in true mommy fashion, I can not remember what he said. It was just over an hour ago and yet...no clue.

This is what mommyhood does to you. They call it baby brain while you are pregnant, what they don't tell you is that it doesn't go away once you shove that baby out. Nope. I have to leave myself notes and make lists otherwise I would forget simple things, like you know, feed children. Kidding, kidding. kind of

So, since I can't remember what I wanted to blog about....and so that you don't feel that you totally wasted 30 seconds of your Friday reading...I will leave you with these pictures.

Not to get all sappy on you, but this right here is what keeps me going. My boys playing and laughing.

I'm not sure I want to know what they are plotting


The three of them were playing. HH would have the snake, talking to T1's transformer and T2 would swoop in and steal the snake. He thought it was the funniest thing ever.
-oh, and it was after bath time, I don't normally let my toddler run around naked in Nov.Go on, put down those phones. No need to call in CPS



And this is what happens when you try to take pics of a 17 month old with cars

Wow, I'm boring

I was trying to think of something to blog about, when I realized I haven't blogged in awhile. You'd think I would have some great stories saved up and that I'm just super crazy busy with my fabulous life to blog. Um, no.

We're having beautiful November days, which I am loving. It'll be gray soon enough, so I'll enjoy seeing sunshine while it lasts.

I was introduced Twilight Fan Fiction. I'm so screwed. As if the books weren't enough of an addiction, now it's like a never ending supply of Edward. Oh, and let's not even discuss the Stephanie Plum fanfic I have waiting for me. Ahhh...Ranger, oh Ranger.
I don't normally ask questions...but if you have read the Stephanie Plum series, I have to know. Are you team Ranger or team Morelli? If you have no idea what I'm talking about, check out Janet Evanovich. You won't be sorry.

Oh...New Moon comes out on Friday. I'm excited as hell. No, not just for the movie...for the fact that one of my best friends and I are meeting up Monday morning for Starbucks and then smuggling some of the best cupcakes known to man in to 11am showing. It's going to be sinful and glorious and much needed girl time. Ahhhhh.

Handsome Hubby hates his job. My heart breaks for him when I see how beat down he is getting, it's really taking a toll on his self esteem and it sucks. He's ridiculously smart and doesn't give himself enough credit and I wish something would change for him, and soon. *sigh*

Yep, that's about it around here. The boys are good...T1 is still a chatter box in school but is doing well when he does manage to get his work finished. T2 is in to every.thing. So much fun and so maddening all at the same time :)

Oh...and my PSA for the day:
It is November. We have not had turkey yet. DO NOT TURN YOUR CHRISTMAS LIGHTS ON!! Seriously, don't do it. It's wrong. Hang them? Sure, go for it, but leave the damn things turned off until Black Friday. K, thanks.

Ah, being evil is so much fun

I've mentioned before that HH and I are done having kids. We're both totally fine with that and even on the days that I feel the urge to cuddle and snoogle an itty bitty baby, the idea of actually having another one to care for full time right now makes my head spin. That being said, I love to torment my poor husband, who I think is still afraid that I am going to come to him all doe-eyed and wistful asking to please just have ONE more.
My friend Natalie bought me a birthday card and the outside says:

"Congratulations! I heard you're expecting..."

The inside:

"Another Birthday
(Scared ya, didn't I?)"

Ah, it was perfect.

So last night, while HH is unsuspectingly playing Wii bowling with T1 I casually walk over and say "oh, check out the card Nat bought me" he takes it and read the front and I could literally feel his heart stop beating, his face turn white and in those 10 seconds I thought for sure he might have a heart attack...or pass out...or go for the bottle of vodka on the fridge. Then he opened it.
HH: That's not even fucking funny
M: Blame Nat
HH: Why don't you just get her on the phone.

Mind you, Nat is pregnant and due in Jan, my other friend Karol (and I would link her blog but ahem, she hasn't updated in MONTHS!!! Jeez, like she's busy with work and school and kids or something) is due in April (or is it May?!) I did get Nat on the phone and HH informed her that he was going to put out a restraining order. Since the 3 of us had our first babies all around the same time, I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm going to hop on the bandwagon.

Ah, fun times torturing my poor poor husband...I think it scares him that if I DID decide I wanted another, he'd eventually be the father of 3 b/c let's face it. What mama wants, mama usually finds a way to get. :)

Don't worry hun, I think you're safe on this one!

Lucky to have a job - - a rant

In case you aren't aware, the economy sucks.

People are getting laid off, hours are getting cut, prices are going up and income is going down or just not moving.

IT.SUCKS.

That being said, I am incredibly tired of hearing "just be happy you have a job". A lot of employers are using this economic situation to just be dicks. Hey, let's cut payroll by 10%, ask them to do twice the work, scream at them and then just tell them they're lucky to have a job. Let's raise prices and turn in to complete douche bags b/c hey, we need the money.

Fuck that.

How does that help moral? How does that keep employees wanting to actually do a GOOD job rather then just showing up to collect a paycheck? What happened to simple human kindness and actually appreciating the fact that these people come in to do a job that might suck, but they do it well. How about rewarding the employees that show up on time, do what needs to be done and then some, goes above and beyond without ever asking for anything. How about rather then cutting payroll you cut things like, oh, unlimited cell phone plans and spouses on payroll who don't even work for the company? Gee, there's an idea.
Wasn't there a time when businesses were run like family? Yes, I know that is a pipe dream...but, when someone in your family needs help, you help them. You don't back stab, you don't have this "it's all about me and my money" mentality. Who says just because everyone else does it one way that you should to? What happened to being different and going against the grain, to being BETTER HUMAN BEINGS?!

Yes, this is personal. Yes, I'm bitter. Honestly, I can not wait for the day that this "crisis" is over and all those who have been treated like shit (definitely HH) can tell their bosses to fuck off and walk the hell out.

Yes, we're lucky to have jobs, I get it, but I'm so over people thinking you just need to bend over and take it b/c you don't have another option. Guess what? Karma is a bitch. (and yes, at the moment, so am I)






PS, this is my semi-annual opinionated rant, I need those once in awhile :)

One of my finer mommy moments

I'm not sure I've blogged about this one, although it's a classic so most of you who know me IRL have heard it. And no, it's not the time I locked T1 in the car, although that is another classic.

T1 was 3-4, it's all kind of a blurr, blocked out by alcohol and my ability to repress traumatic events, I'm sure.
We were doing our grocery shopping, no small task with any child. Through Sams Club he'd become increasingly loud and annoying, until he eventually hit the meltdown. The yelling, the defiant NO, the kicking, grabbing stuff of the shelves. No? Just me kid? Eh, whatever.
So, in an attempt to simply get through the check out, I took him out of the cart and let him walk. That worked for about 30 seconds.
Here's the thing...my cart is full of groceries we need and it would make him immensely happy to just leave rather then have to stand in line for another 10 minutes. Sorry, I'm not leaving just to come back and have to do this yet again another day. I do not enjoy grocery shopping that much.
So, we're in line and then meltdown turns in to straight spawn of satan. On the floor, kicking and screaming. I'm sure I'm getting all sorts of stares while I just nudge him along, waiting my turn.
Finally, some poor childless girl comes over and offers my screaming brat of a child a balloon to make him happy. Yes, let's reward this behavior. The balloon did make him happy for, oh, another 30 seconds.

We did manage to get out of the store...and for the record you can hold a 3-4 year old in one arm and manuever a huge cart of food out to the car at the same time without dropping the child or ramming the cart in to a car, or person. Really, you can. Try it, I dare ya.

On the way home I'm pretty sure I saw his head spin exorcist style...or maybe that was mine? He'd managed to grab the diaper bag that was in backseat and took the extra clothes out. I could see him in my mirror and I knew what he was about to do. By this point, mommy had hit the breaking point. I warned him NOT to throw those clothes and yet before I knew it, I had toddler pants sailing through the air and smacking me in the head.
Yes, my head did spin.
I grabbed his balloon, grabbed a pen from the center console and popped that sucker. Immediate tears from the backseat. Sobbing tears, comments on how he couldn't believe I did that.
Hey kid, I warned you not to throw those pants.

I'm such a pain in the ass

And such a GIRL!

My birthday is Thursday. HH started asking last week what I wanted. And hey, this is planning on his part. It's usually the day or two before the event that he asks. He's the guy that does his Christmas shopping on Dec 23rd, at one store...or the mall.

Here's the thing...I'm horrible at asking for gifts for myself. I love receiving them, don't get me wrong, but I hate handing someone a list and saying "here, buy this for me". Especially HH because the guilt kicks in. I have an even harder time spending money on myself, and it doesn't help that my birthday falls just before Christmas shopping season begins and just after our Anniversary.

Here's the catch, I can't tell him to get me nothing because then I'll be bummed and yet I can't give him a list because what I really want, is for him to figure it out on his own. I rarely have to ask for lists because I'm constantly putting ideas away for future reference, things he says he would like, stuff he needs but won't buy etc. The stupid girl in me wants him to do the same. However, the realistic girl in me needs to slap the stupid girl around and remind her that he's a man. 10 years together and I've planned pretty much every event/date we've been on. This is not going to change and I need to stop being a pain in the ass and just tell him what to buy me. *sigh*

I sent him a link for tickets to see


If you want something done right, do it yourself, right? Maybe I'll get lucky and he'll plan the rest of date night? Or maybe he'll surprise and do something totally different. We shall see. I'm kind of over this whole birthday thing anyway. Who needs to turn 29?

As if the candy wasn't bad enough!

I checked my email to find the following birthday offers:

1. Baskin Robbins, free scoop.
2. Dairy Queen, free 16oz blizzard


3. Chili's, free dessert with entree purchase
and who can say no to this

4. Betty Crocker, free birthday party planning magazine. Complete with cake/cookie recipes.


We won't even discuss the fact that I have already eaten a mini snickers and reese's cup today. Nope, won't even talk about that.