Good Times!

We got back yesterday from Thanksgiving at the lake. I'll just have to say, this year Thanksgiving rocked. We really had an awesome time. My Sister, Brother-in-law and 3 kids spent two nights out there with us. We played, drank wine, watched movies and raked leaves. OK, I'll be honest...I didn't really rake just made a path so no one would kill themselves coming down the hill to the house. Everyone else except for Sister raked. We did drink wine though. And we're really good at that. The Husb fried two turkeys. Family drove in for the day. It was lots of fun and there was only great food and no arguments. Who knew we could do that? Oh and all the food was properly heated and refrigerated...so NO chance of butt explosions. Ya gotta love that!

Now I'm off to take down my fall decorations and bring out those Christmas ones!!!! Did I mention I found the &%^$ stockings!? All is good!

Happy Thanksgiving!

I love Thanksgiving. It usually makes me laugh. My family is so not uptight or ridged. The damnedest things happen too. When I was in college, we went to my Grandparents in Muskogee Oklahoma for Thanksgiving. They were older so decided to order dinner instead of make everything. The day before we get there about 4pm. After talking to "Mammy & Papa" for a while my Mom asks where the dinner is, because it isn't in the refrigerator. They had picked it up around 10am and it would be reheated on Thanksgiving Day. So my Grandmother says, "It's in the front room." WTH???? She tells us it's fine because it's cool in there. Are you freaking kidding me? They didn't refrigerate it! We rush in and put it in the frig then contemplate what to do. Do we try to get another meal together? Do we risk food poison? Do we tell the rest of the relatives? Let's just say there was a WHOLE lot of praying going on that Thanksgiving. Did ya know that if you accidentally or intentionally leave turkey out for 6 hours, there is good chance it won't kill you or even give you butt explosions? I'm just say'in! :)

Hope your Thanksgiving is everything you want it to be!

40 Things to be thankful for!

1. An awesome Husb! He's sweet, thoughtful and puts up with me and my family!
2. Two great kids! T is smart and funny. Poppy is an awesome baby. Noth'in better than toothless kisses!
3. A great family...challenging at times but giving and full of love.
4. The best friends a girl could have!
5. A cozy comfy house that's warm and welcoming.
6. The Internet!
7. Cable TV
8. Nap time.
9. An awesome Husb...repeat...cause he is! The man is throwing me a fab b-day party!
10. Wine
11. Our family farm in Missouri. It takes me back to really happy times.
12. Cheese grits
13. Pissy and poopy cats...still love them when I want to strangle them.
14. Crawfish
15. Going to the park
16. This should be at the top...a healthy family...we are blessed.
17. My job. Being able to take a year off and go back to flying to Europe. Love it!
18. My new blog friends. I've been neglectful lately. The real family is demanding!
19. T singing songs from his school. He HATES when I sing along!
20. Poppy's laugh. Sounds like the Pillsbury Doughboy!

Not going to 40 cause I gots stuff to do! But I am thankful for the things big and small that make my life what it is. We don't have the biggest house or the nicest cars but those things don't make people happy. Sitting by the chiminea with a fire burning talking about my day with the Husbs, the kiddos tucked into bed. Now that's what it's all about. Peace out! Happy weekend!

Supah's Sticky Note Tuesday!

Here goes my first Stick it to ya Tuesday! I have a lot to learn! Like how the hell you post a link. Sorry, tired & obviously not the sharpest knife in the drawer!

Supah Mommy rocks!
http://supahmommy.blogspot.com/2009/09/post-it-note-tuesday-what-will-you-say.html

Quick Life Update!

Busy busy busy!

*Pissy kitty has Diabetes and requires 2 shots a day...$100 every three months. Crap
*Four kid Birthday parties in two days sucks. NO MORE CAKE!
*T's real Birthday tomorrow. More cake?
*5pm Birthday dinner on Thursday with the Husb's people. Two reasons it's so freaking early.
First, baby gets bitchy when he's tired and I like to watch Survivor and Grey's Anatomy on
Thursday. The Husbs idea to do it early. That's why I love him.
*My Birthday Friday...40...ewwwww.
*My wine tasting Birthday party Saturday. Telling Mr. T it's "Going to Aunties" so he doesn't
get his feelings hurt...cause he ain't invited.

Ya-owza!

I'm Guilty...

If you've been reading this blog a while, you already know that I have two pissy and shitty cats. I've said bad things about them and wished death upon them. OK, maybe not so much wished death upon them. Not out loud anyway. Anyhow, I was thinking that we probably had another 5-8 years to deal with their bad behavior. They are stray cats which for some reason seem to live forever. Well, to get to the point, I have noticed in the last few weeks that one of the cats has gotten really skinny. He's been eating, but also drinking a bunch of water. I feel like shit because instead of being a good pet parent and taking him to the vet, I just hoped he'd get better. Out of the two cats he's the one that loves me. He's actually pretty sweet if you don't pet him and let him do the loving. He seems to like the kids and when in a good mood he even lets the baby pet him.

I'm a big chicken and didn't want to be the one to take him to the vet. I mean what if something horrible happened. Like they pointed out we hadn't taken him there in 10 years, or that we should of seen the signs, or that they were going to have to put him to sleep. What would I do then? I'm sure have a total melt down and embarrass myself. Lovely. So glad the Husb is awesome and saved me from humiliating myself.

I know that I am so powerful that my wish of death would come true. (wink, wink) So I'm saying it out loud and writing it down. I take it back, I'm sorry. I'll deal with the pee and be nicer and gentler about it. Come to find out Emerson may have Diabetes. If we caught it early we may be able to control it with diet. If not we'll give him daily insulin shots. $100 every three months. WTH? Repeat to self...I love Emerson. He is nice to the kids. The baby loves him. He will stop peeing if he feels better. He is worth it. Repeat...repeat.

Blah!

Have I mentioned that I'm turning 40 in 9 days. Sorry if your 40 plus, but I'm not looking forward to it. My Husb and Sister are throwing a wine tasting birthday party which should ease the pain...kinda. BLAH BLAH BLAH. That's all I got.

Party Time!

I know I've been talking about it a bunch, but tough. So, Mr. T's 5th birthday party is this Saturday. Taking the advice of my Sister who has three kids, I searched around to find a place to have his party. I would rather eat a spoonful of dirt then have it at home. I found a gymnastics place that had a 40% off special on Birthday parties. No, Mr. T is not into gymnastics...but ya gotta love a sale and he likes to jump around and stuff. I booked the gymnastics place and ordered the $41 Spongebob cake. I'm SUCH a sucker. The grocery store has one all done up and every time we go in T gets all hyper and happy pointing to the $41 cake. So, I ordered one. Sucker, sucker, sucker.

Now I've been on the hunt for party favors. Can I just say I would like to beat the ass of the"over achiever", "Martha Stewart", "my kids party has to be the best" mother for inventing party favors. WHY WHY WHY? I have already spent plenty on entertainment, not to mention $41 on an awesome Spongebob cake. WHY do I need to get party favors? Because, if I don't, my kid will be the uncool one because of no party favor. Don't even get me started on the damn RSVP's. That's a whole other post entirely!

Toys toys toys!

This coming Saturday is T's 5th birthday party. The second that is over we are running to another friends party. We will then recover from all that cake and go to two more parties (that over lap time wise) on Sunday. Needless to say, I had to go to Toys R Us to buy gifts. Can I just say that there are a shit load of toys out there!!! Seriously...I mean...SERIOUSLY! I'm happy to say that I had a game plan before going. The only kid I wasn't sure about was my own. I zipped in with my shopping buddy Poppy. So glad he doesn't ask for stuff. I found the toys I was hunting for and then became stumped on what to get T. Ya see, he likes anything boy. Dinosaurs, race cars, Batman, rockets, Nerf guns, you get the picture. The entire time I'm adding up what I have to make sure I hit $75 to get my $10 gift card. I love those coupons. Harharhar...silly me. Like it's going to be a problem spending $75. I decided not to buy T a ton of stuff. He'll get plenty from his party and our family. He ended up with Operation Spongebob and an Ant's in Spongebob's Pants game. (It was free with the Operation game and will be saved til Christmas. I love free shit.) I already bought an awesome light up Solar System that goes on the ceiling. I figure it's educational...right? Of course I had to add a few little things for Poppy since he didn't gripe and whine. Got him some pants on sale, a few teething toys, diapers and a bib. Wondering if I made it to $75? Yeah and them some. $124 and some change. Lord help me when Christmas shopping starts. Speaking of, I found my Christmas Stockings! WOOOOOHOOOOOO! They were behind a craft basket in a closet I'd already looked in. Hummmm. Now I just need to have one made for the baby. That's T with the elusive stockings. I love those stocking. The Husb hates them. Not traditional and you can't get much in them. I say they only need to be big enough for jewelry, perfume and chocolate. But what do I know?

My Odd Thoughts!

Too bad you can't spank a fish. We have four Silver Dollar fish. One is an asshole. He chases the other ones around. I'd like to spank his fishy butt.


I really like that nose sucker thing they sent home from home the hospital when I had Poppy. I have become really proficient at sucking snot. I feel such a sense of accomplishment when a get a huge bugger.


Did you know that the Squirrel on Spongebob is from Texas? Did you even know there was a squirrel on Spongebob? By the way, her name is Sandy.


I still can't find my Christmas stockings. OK, I haven't looked anymore, but I will.


I don't love Antique Stores. Went to one yesterday. They are smelly and have a bunch of that stuff I could of had when we cleaned out my Grandparents house. I also didn't know that some people collect owls. One stall was all owls. I didn't know I had an aversion to owls. I do.


I'm bitchy when I am woken up everyday before 7a.m. I repeat BITCHY.


I caught my pissy cat actually peeing in his box. I wonder what's wrong with him.


That's all I have for this lovely Sunday. I'm headed to my sister's to drop off the kid for a bit and then we are taking the baby to a craft show.

Yeah 5!

Little did I know that not being able to get pregnant for so long would actually be a blessing. It took probably 2 1/2 years to get pregnant with Poppy. Some gland in my head...Pituitary gland?...thought I was already pregnant. Just a few pills and a couple of shots and I was lucky enough to have number 2 on the way. I've been noticing some of my friends that have two kids. None of them are as far apart as T and Poppy. Their kids range for 18months to 2 1/2 years apart. I often feel overwhelmed and rushed and annoyed. They must feel it 3x more than I do. It must suck to be them. One friend had twins when her son was only 18 months old. She calls the first 3 years "The Dark Years". Lovely huh?

T will be 5 next week. He has grown so much, I can't believe he was once a little guy like Poppy. I know I take for granted all the things he can do on his own. I lay out his clothes and he dresses himself. OK, I'll be honest, most of the time I have to tell him 5 times to do it and sometimes threaten harm. 99% of the time his underwear is even on the right way. He goes and gets me things when I ask, fetches the remote control when I'm too lazy to get up and jumps around to make the baby stop crying. It's frustrating when thing don't go like you'd planned. I wanted my kids to be closer in age. Now I'm thanking my lucky stars that they aren't. I was waiting in a doctors office one day and a lady asked how far apart my kids were. I told her 4 1/2 years. She said I had planned perfectly...when one gets out of college, the other one will be going in. Let's just hope T doesn't do what Mommy did and go on the 5 year plan. Yeah 5!

Thrilled Thursday!

Hummm.... I'm so much better at bitching then being thrilled. Here goes!

Tonight I get to have wine and left over Halloween candy while sitting around my neighbors fire pit. No boys and no kids. Whoop!

My baby is napping.

Mr. T doesn't get out of school til 2 and he should be in a great mood cause today he has art class.

Facebook makes me happy I'm me and have my life.

My hair looks a little better today. (Hey, I'm trying people!)

I'm almost alone. (Remember...baby is here.)

When Poppy (baby, not his real name) wakes up we're going shopping. Even if it's only for groceries. He doesn't know how to ask for shit.

The Husb filled my gas tank yesterday.

The front of my house looks fab with all it's "Fallness"!

It's not hot here. (Texas)

Ok I suck at this happy shit. No more Thrilled Thursdays! I'm much better at Whiny Wednesday.

Peace out!

Whiney Wednesday!

OK, it's not the kid, it's me. Here goes!

I have never been a napper. Now that I have two kids, I'd like to take a nap. Why doesn't an almost 5 year old take a nap? Isn't he tired after all that running around?

Eating three mini Mounds candy bars makes me feel ucky.

Why can't I figure out that bulb sucker thing to suck out the baby's snot? My Sister is really good at it.

If my cat pees one more time in the hallway, I'm going to glue his buttocks closed.

My hair looks like shit everyday.

I'm going to be 40 in 16 days and am none too happy about it.

Why do fast food places advertise a certain kids toy and then give you some other shitty toy? I took the kid to Burger King today for a Spongebob toy that comes in the kids meal. I haven't been to Burger King in 3 maybe 4 years. He ended up with some shitty Simpson's toy. He doesn't even know who the Simpson's are. Same thing happened a few weeks ago with Sonic. Take the damn sign down already.

Why are there so many freaking bills? All those envelopes are annoying. (Yeah...I know, do the online crap...we do, sorta.)

Why does one cat poop right outside his box? Doesn't matter if it's clean or not.

If T asks one more time, "Will you buy me that" when watching TV, I just may freak out.

I didn't get any pictures of the baby in his frog costume. Now I gotta get off my butt and dress him up again.

Thanks for letting me rant. Oh wait, it's my blog and I can do what I want. Yeah me.

Tomorrow shall be Thrilled Thursday!

Halloweenie Pictures!

Just a few pics to get up your ghoul!

The brain was made out of small watermelon! My friend made the spider and puking pumpkin. And the vampires...well, what can I say? Mr. T also loved the radish eyeballs!

Fall Back!

I love Fall. I've decided it's my favorite season. Well, until Spring hits...then Spring is my almost favorite. It all starts in October when I can break out my Halloween decorations and gain an hour of sleep!! BTW, the party was awesome! The second Halloween is over I take down the decorations so fast your head would spin around. I then move on to my Fall decorations. Not many of these...just left over pumpkins and flowers from Halloween. Of course I add my Fall flag and this ugly ass scarecrow my Mom gave T. And then when November rolls around the real fun begins! Love Thanksgiving! It was the one holiday that we didn't have to travel to relatives. Sometimes we did go to Muskogee Oklahoma or Jane Missouri to see Grandparents, but it wasn't a given.


Christmas has always been a big favorite too. We ALWAYS spent Christmas at my Grandparents in Muskogee and then drove up or were picked up by the other Grandparents (and Dad after the parents divorced) to go to Jane. When I started flying I couldn't get Christmas off to save my life. My first Christmas off was due to a head cold. I went to the Doctor and he said I could actually fly December 24th...but when he found out I had a trip, he wrote me a note to stay out. I could of kissed that man! It was the first time in my life I had woken up at home and celebrated Christmas. I think the Husb and I were only married a few years. Since then I've gotten lucky. If not having it off then getting home early. As the years go on, the more senior I am, I say hell no...I ain't flying Christmas! Of course this year I'm on a leave, so no worries! Now here comes a dilemma. The year before last I bought these awesome stockings on line. Last year when I found out I was pregnant, I went looking for another one. Crap, they don't sell them anymore. Just a weird version that has leopard print on it. Not for my boy! I decided after Christmas to take the stockings and put them in a convenient place so I could either have one made or find a matching one. Well, guess what? I can't remember where the hell that convenient place is. Shit, I can't find our damn stockings. I've searched everywhere. So, now I'm off to search every nook and cranny in this little house...again. Wish me luck!