The Grounded Drink Lady

What a Mother!

2010-04-19T14:54:00.003-05:00

Hello Mother Nature over there in Iceland! Can't believe that almost all of the air space over Europe is closed. Too freaking weird. I can close my eyes and think about what I would be doing if I was stuck on a layover there. I think there are airline crews just hanging out, spending money and thinking "damn my Husband is pissed because my three day trip is now a six...seven....eight day trip." Glad I'm not flying now cause it just wouldn't be right leaving the husb for a mini unplanned vacation! Yeah right.

So the Husb and I are actually headed to Germany in May for a wedding. It'll be the Husbs first time to fly over the pond. Can you believe I've been a flight attendant for 16 years and the man has never been to Europe. We are a sad lot. Anywho, sister has volunteered to babysit T and Poppy. She'll then have 5 kids for the week. EEEEKKKK...pull my hair out...give me drugs...help!!!! Wow, what a wonderful sister I have. I know pay back will be hell. Hell I tell you! I think she'll be fine. Treats my boys like her own!

Husb and I should have a great time..unless that damn volcano acts up again. I'm suppose to be the one that figures how we get there, what city we fly thru, etc. The only request I got was he wants to be in business class. I get that! I resemble that! Should be interesting.

Seriously...

2010-04-12T14:19:00.003-05:00

I have got to get things together. I've neglected my blog, my house, the fish tank, my laundry. Dang, the laundry hasn't truly been done in almost three weeks. My sister kept the baby a few weeks ago and felt really sorry for him when she couldn't find any clothes to change him into after his diaper leaked. I hated to tell her that his clothes were all in the dryer. Every morning I'd just go dig thru them til I found something to dress him in. He did get some awesome outfits for his birthday though! hehe! I even went shopping yesterday to get a few pair of shorts for T. My excuse is he's so tall all his shorts are looking like 70's short shorts. So not attractive, even on skinny 5 year old!

The floors of my house are totally gross too. Come on Niki, get it together!!!! Sheesh! The amount of dried grass that comes in is freaking amazing. I should keep in a nice pile and eventually I could craft myself a bale of hay. No kidding.

The baby's first birthday was last Wednesday. Dang he's a cute 1 year old. However with T being 5 1/2 I'd forgotten all the things that babies do that are not always so cute. For example, climbing INTO the dishwasher while I'm trying to unload/load it. Hey, watch out for those knifes please. What about standing at the sink and having your pant legs pulled on...hard. HELLO, you so don't want to see Mommy's panties. When I do actually do laundry, the whole lets throw the folded clothes on the floor gets a bit tiresome. All that being said, dang he's cute. How can you get mad at a sweet angel face? I ask him if Mommy can have kisses and he shakes his head no, no, no! Bad boy!

I guess I better keep this brief, the dryer is beeping. Yes, no underware is not always sexy and 5 year olds really shouldn't go commando.

How many painters...

2010-04-02T10:15:00.003-05:00

does it take it fix a crappy sheet rock job? We have a small master bath. We remodeled it. We had a light box taken out and a regular light fixture placed over the mirror. The sheet rock dudes didn't get some of the edges of the wall straight. They had to come back. We have a small master bath...I said that right? At this moment, four guys just walked thru my house tracking in mud, dead grass and wet feet...to fix about a foot section of the edge of a wall. One just went into our other bathroom. He did that the day before yesterday too. Don't come to my house for 20 minutes and use the bathroom. It grosses me out. Don't bring four guys in my house for something one person could do. Don't talk loudly in the hallway by my sleeping baby's door. So, one guy is actually fixing the problem, one guy is using my bathroom and the other two are going in and out (dragging more crap onto my floor) to get sandpaper. Then the three stand in my bedroom watching #1 finish the job. We were going to have the other bathroom tub retiled. I think we'll wait, cause as you can see, I'm done.

Ladies Night...Oh what a night!

2010-03-25T10:13:00.004-05:00

I'm a member of a Mom's Club in the neighborhood. My friend across the street is pretty active in it and arranged a Ladies Night at a cute little restaurant close by. So last night we head out at 6 pm for half price bottles of wine and Italian food. We are the first there. A few minutes later a chick comes in that I have met a few times before. She sits down and realizes that a year and a half ago we all were at a Mom's Happy Hour together. She also remembers that I had mentioned how I like to mess with my friends husband because he is WAY conservative and I am one of like 2% of the Democrats around here. (BTW, this is not a political post. I'm not talking or ranting about anything political. I like to think I'm moderate and can see both sides of an issue and don't care to get into it with others.) So this chick tells us she hates talking about things that make others uncomfortable and she likes for other people to like her. She then starts on about the Healthcare Bill and how she can't stand how one of her unemployed friends now think she has a free ride...yada yada yada. It's really interesting having conversations with those that are passive aggressive. No no, I don't want to offend, BUT I am assuming your views on the subject as such and such and now I'm going to tell you why your wrong. Strange. Started to make my friend a bit uncomfortable because her husband is so passionate about his beliefs. I think she thought we might have a throw down. We didn't....I could of taken her though. LOL! At the end of dinner she asked if I still liked her. Well of course...no hard feelings....I think.

Oh, forgot to mention that she did have a bit of a throw down with another lady at the last dinner. I refused to get pulled into the drama. Ya know, I want everyone to like me...;)

Bouncy Baby Boy...Really...

2010-03-22T19:44:00.005-05:00

So today I go to pick up the kid at preschool. We are walking out and I am carrying the baby that will be one in two weeks. I step off the sidewalk and turn my ankle which results in me falling on my knee cap AND the baby basically does a back flip off my hip and lands on his forehead on the sidewalk. Holy Shit! I was able to sort of break his fall...sort of. Some lady getting out of her car runs up to us. I'm laying on my back right next to Rhett thinking OH MY GOD...I just dropped my kid on his head! Anyhow, she runs up and say "OMG, are you OK? You need to take him to the emergency room!" Ya think? A few other women are standing around us with their mouths open....lovely. The woman takes Rhett and helps me up. I insist I'm fine and will head right to the ER while calling my Husband. And off I go doing just that. Lets just say, STRESSED out doesn't cover it. T the five year old is trooper. He gets the baby a laughing and all seems well. The Husb meets us at the ER. Looks like the baby is ok, just a few scrapes from sliding down my car keys which were hanging out of my pocket. A tiny little scrape on the forehead and a few marks on his back. Thank you Lord.

Then...this afternoon, big kid puts little kid on the chest at the end of our bed. Little kid falls off and gets a rug burn on the other side of his forehead. For the love of God make it stop. Needless to say, I am enjoying a glass of wine, wondering if my shoulder will be jacked up for long and also planning on sneaking into the baby's room all night long to make sure he's ok. Parenthood is NOT for the faint of heart.

Mii's

2010-03-19T10:38:00.003-05:00

For those that don't know, a Mii is a profile for Wii games. My 5 year old has created a bunch of them for all our family and friends. He changes the color they are wearing & puts sunglasses and hats on them and makes them skinny or fat. If you click on one, you can dangle them around and their arms and legs flail about. I wish I could dangle people that irritate me like Mii's.

Spring Break?

2010-03-14T15:55:00.004-05:00

Is Spring Break really a break? For who? The teachers? It certainly won't be a break for me. We have no plans, so it'll be Spring Pain in the Ass. I'm just say'in. So today, T and I headed to Home Depot to get a bunch of plants for a butterfly garden. He must of learned this at school. He was very pumped to get all the planting done. The boy is five...guess how much he did. Nada, nothing, niltch. Mom did it all. The one thing kids don't get is you can't just shove a bunch of flowers in the ground. Not only does it look like shit, they will die. Waste of money. He didn't care for the whole pull the weeds ideas either. I also bought three tomato plants, a pepper plant, lettuce, onions and some herbs. Damn I love spring. Also had to put two ferns in the big pots on the front porch. Our neighborhood awards Yard of the Month. I have secretly been wanting to win the award. I don't know who gives it out, or when, but wouldn't it be dandy to have that sign in your yard? I have a bunch of daffodils and other bulbs coming up that are beau-t-ful! I don't know why I could have that award. Maybe I need to start lobbying or something. Anywho, happy spring! (At least in Texas!)

QVC

2010-03-07T15:09:00.003-06:00

Last month my sister calls and tells me to turn the channel to QVC. Now here's the problem, how the hell would I know what channel QVC is on? I don't buy things from TV. I don't watch home shopping shows. I might be bored, but I'm not THAT bored. Sheesh. I finally search around til I find the right channel. Holy crap...the cutest serving dishes are on. Kinda country/funky. It comes with 3 casserole dishes...you can microwave, bake in them and serve in them. ALSO, there are three matching bowls to serve dips and such in. Too cute. But that's not all! They come with lids and metal stands! Ohhhhhh! Now really, I'm not spending $42 plus shipping for a bunch of dishes that I don't need. That's where my Sisters and my "farm account" comes in. When our Grandfather died, we inherited his land and some $. We split the money but kept some in the farm account to pay for keeping the house and property up. Well guess what? Paw Paw would really want us to have those dishes. So you guessed it, we used the farm account. Thanks Paw Paw!!! Got the shipment a few weeks later. Too cute. Now I'm wondering why I've only used one dish, one time. Maybe I need to make something tonight. Geez.

Have you ever bought anything off a home shopping network? I have a cousin that's a Quacker. Wonder what the hell that is? Apparently some woman on QVC has a bunch of followers called Quackers. The woman is genius! She even has all these Quackers go on cruises. My cousin went...she said everyone on board the ship would quack at each other. WTH?

I Wonder.

2010-03-05T11:15:00.002-06:00

I wonder if I am becoming one of those stay at home Mom's that is starved for adult conversation. As I've mentioned before, we have been remodeling the master bath. For some reason I know all the personal details of the tile guy. I know his girlfriend is pregnant but still married to another guy. I know she's whiny and keeps "C" up at night crying and upset. She doesn't work and feels guilty about it. Not guilty enough to find a job. She doesn't want to get a divorce because she feels sorry for the guy. Why o' why do I know these things? Well, cause I'm chatty I guess. Or maybe I'm bored or have that look. You know the one, the tell me all your worldly problems look. All that being said, we got a hell of a deal on the tiling of our shower. Perhaps cause I'm so damn nice. Maybe now I should start getting involved in some type of activity where adults are during the day. Now that the tile guy only has one more small project, who am I gonna talk too? The poor Husb is gonna just have to sit and listen to me rattle on and on. A five year old only gives you so much quality chatting. I'm just say'in!

Woo Hoo!

2010-03-02T16:12:00.003-06:00

Finally got my laptop back. Wow, never knew how much I missed the old boy! Well, today we had 4 different workman here. Tile guy, sheet rock guy and two shower door installers. How come nothing goes to plan? Thrifty Niki was hoping to get a rocking standard shower door at Home Depot...oh silly me. Custom all the way. Why? The dang walls in the bathroom are not even and the standard sizes are less than half an inch off. Crap. Oh well, sure will be purdy. Funny how redoing floors ends up in a total bathroom remodel. We are on the home stretch. Love the new look, hate getting up super early cause the tile guy is an earlier worker. He gets here before 7:30am almost every morning. He also calls me Ma'am.

So today in Dallas, four restaurant/bars in a popular part of Dallas burned down. When we were young and kidless, we'd hang out there, drink and listen to bands. Sometimes we'd meet for brunch and have bloody mary's on one of the patios. To be honest, I haven't been down to lower Greenville in several years. (Kids do that.) But I am sure sad to see those places go up in flames. It's kinda like our history. We always thought Greenville Bar & Grill would be there. A sad day in Dallas. A guy owned two of the four on that strip. He didn't have fire insurance. Now, I know times are hard, but dude, don't ya think it might be a good idea to have insurance on at least one restaurant if it's in the same building as your other one? Something horrible could happen...like the whole thing could go up in flames. I'm just say'in. What a drag.

Well, I'm off to get the kid a Girl Scout cookie. We have entirely too many boxes. What's a girl to do say no to a Girl Scout???

Holy Moly...

2010-02-20T09:19:00.002-06:00

It's been way too long. My laptop is still MIA with the Husb. He said his tech looked at it and there is absolutely nothing wrong with it. What the heck? Of course, I guess the last several weeks I could have been blogging and ready blogs from this handy desktop. Just isn't as fun. Don't know why!

Our new floors have been put in! Woo Freaking Hoo! Of course is anything easy? Nope! The tile dude thinks the master shower is leaking. The plumbers from the insurance company didn't find anything. Insurance guy comes on Monday, I'm sure he'll tell us to take a hike...no coverage. It would be nice, but we are still replacing the lovely baby blue shower. Speaking of baby blue, the baby blue toilet has gone to toilet heaven. My only request to the tile dude was to put it in the box of the new toilet. I really didn't want my neighbors seeing it. Yes, I'm so vain. What does he do? Sets it right in the middle of the yard so all the neighbors leaving for work and school can drive by and stare. The little boy across the street said, "I saw your potty in the yard". Thanks dude.

Awww February!

2010-02-01T18:28:00.002-06:00

Yeah, February is here. Hurray! I think I hate January. My blogging days have come to a dramatic stop due to the demise of my shitty laptop. I'm on the house PC...but just isn't the same. Hate it. Maybe that's why January seemed so depressing. I'm missing checking in with all my favorite blogs. Hopefully soon I'll be back on track and right again. I'll also blame it on this baby of mine. Holy crap, after 4 1/2 years I totally forgot about this crawling and pulling up stuff. Oh, and the pulling up and then falling over banging your chin on the coffee table and then your head on the tile floor. That part too.

Good news, we are finally getting new floors put it. I've already started ripping up the cat pee carpet. Damn cats. Well, at least I get new floors out of it. I hope to catch up soon. I finally made it to 31 followers and then I ditched. So not cool, I know. Please forgive. Soon as the pain of the floor cost recedes, I'll hopefully be getting a handy little netbook. Then I'll be back it business! Happy February!

2010-01-16T11:07:00.003-06:00

Wow...got my first award from Adventures of a Middle Age Drama Queen! Thank you so much! She is the best! If you haven't checked out her blog...go do it! She is awesome! Who else volunteers for the Red Cross and goes to help out in horrible tragedy? I can't imagine! Today the Drama Queen posted 7 things you might not know about me. I thought I'd join in!

Here goes!

1. I smell everything...no really. My Husb makes fun of me. I just can't seem to help it. I think it runs in the family cause my Sister does it and I just noticed T does it too. Ain't that cute?

2. I love love love boiled crawfish. I could eat it 5 times a week when it's in season. Years ago I dated a guy that introduced me to crawfish. When I met the Husb, he was a manager/bartender at my favorite Cajun restaurant.

3. Everyday when I dry my hair, I flip my hair over and dry it underneath. I close my eyes and day dream that I'm in some fancy hotel on the beach. (OK, I don't always day dream...but it's so nice to just hear the hum of the hairdryer instead of the shrieks of children. It takes me to far away places.)

4. My sister and I own a 375 acre farm in southwest Missouri. Our Grandparents left it to us. We have no plans to sell. Love it there.

5. I silently stress out about money. It doesn't seem to be a problem but I'd like to have all the bills payed off and a few million in the bank.

6. I adore my boys. (All three!) I don't know what I would do with a prissy little girl. I am blessed to have them. Never really thought about it, but I am so not a girly girl.

7. I collect old stained glass. It makes me happy. (I don't do antiques though!) All the windows in the house except 2 have some sort of stained glass in it. One of those two window is the kitchen window and I have all types of colored glass things hanging there. I've thought about putting another window in the dining room to get more light in the house...and well...to put up more stained glass. :)

Did ya know day!

2010-01-15T13:16:00.004-06:00

Did ya know that a sign that says, "Yield to Ramp" in the state of Texas means to slow the hell down and let the cars coming off the highway actually merge with traffic.

Did ya know that some baby's get the hiccups in the morning and then every hour after that all freaking day?

Did ya know that the only was to get said baby's hiccups to go away is give him something to drink.

Did ya know that Red Barron thin & crispy pizza is actually REALLY good! (Go for the three cheese..and isn't thin pizza less fattening? A girl can dream, can't she?)

Did ya know that if you light enough candles and spray enough air freshener the putrid smell of cat urine can barely be detected.

Did you know if you live with said cat urine for so long, your really just used to it and can't totally smell it anymore.

Did you know that Flight Attendants go thru a pain in the ass training every year to keep the flying public safe? And I thought all we did was serve drinks.

Did ya know that someone on a plane once asked a friend of mine why they didn't train us to work in turbulence. WTF?

Did you know that when you suck up a Lego with a vacuum that it makes a horrifying sound.

What I meant to say!

2010-01-13T11:25:00.003-06:00

It's Hiding From the Kids "What I meant to say Wednesdays!"

To the guys giving a bid to tile our floor. "Thank's so much for the bid, we'll let you know what we decide."

What I meant say. "Have you lost your damn mind? At that price, we could build an addition to the back of the freaking house!"

To the Husb after he took Mr. T to get his hair cut. "Thanks for taking T."

What I meant to say. "Did they even cut his hair? When you said trim it up did they take out scissors or anything? WTH?"

To the cats pissing on my carpet resulting in replacing the tile. "If you don't stop, I'm going to throw your furry ass outside FOREVER!!!!!"

Oh...that's what I meant to say! Fun!

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I can't do anything Tuesdays...

2010-01-12T11:46:00.002-06:00

I'd love to do Supah's Post it Note Tuesday...but I have a whiny baby hanging on my leg. No time to figure out those dang post it's. Maybe later today. Mr. T has to be taken to the Doctor for a well child visit today. Just what I want to do, drag two well kids to a germ infested Doctors office. Hello, my name is Niki and I'm a Germophobic. So true, I even have antibacterial lotion in the cup holder of my car. Use it whenever I get in the car. I don't know how I am a flight attendant with all those nasty sick coughing people around. It's been so long since I've flown, I'm kinda thinking being a millionaire would be nice. Then I could give the finger to the big D and never go back. Awww but alas that damn health insurance thing looms over us. Must have it and even having a million might not be enough! ;) I "get " to go to training on the 24th. My neighbor said it would be nice to get out of town for a while. Yeah well, it would if I didn't have every spare second crammed with tests and drills. I need a vacation...alone. Sweet bliss it would be!

Could be worse, got a good friend that almost cut her finger off with a circular saw and my sister broke her wrist in several places. Life is loud but good here. Maybe I can get the wireless fixed on this computer and come up with an interesting post. We shall see!

Dream State

2010-01-10T09:49:00.003-06:00

So last night I'm having a dream/nightmare. Toward the end, I guess I started calling out in my sleep. The Husb put his hand on me telling me it was OK. That woke me up. I almost started laughing because of what I was dreaming about. Nawwww...just went back to sleep instead. When we woke up, I asked the Husb if I was talking in my sleep. He said "Yeah, I think you were having a dream about flying. You sounded like you were trying to evacuate an airplane by say, Go...get out...get out." Well, I wasn't, I actually was dreaming that someone had left a frozen turkey in a baby seat in some room. The turkey started flapping it's wings inside of the plastic. It then began chasing my sister and I. Then two file folders joined in. When the Husb woke me, I was telling the folders to get out. Saying it three times so it would work. I then was screaming Oh My God because the turkey was flapping it's way up the stairs to get us.

I often wonder what leads us to dream and what dreams mean. This puts a whole new spin on it. I must have an aversion to turkey after the holidays. Damn bird scared the hell out of me.

My Short Comings...

2010-01-07T19:46:00.002-06:00

OK, so Wednesday was Hiding From the Kids "What I meant to say". This is my short coming...I don't know how to link her blog. I'm not sure how to grab the button and put it in my post. WTH? When I post pictures they are all cattywampas. I got some spam written in Chinese or something and "spammed" it on my e-mail and now I can't get my blog to send me notification that I got a comment, which means i can't respond. I accidentally downloaded some spy wear the other day and it took over my computer. It took the Husb no less then 2 years to get rid of it. It could of taken longer but I'm not sure cause I said f-it and went to bed.

Guess I jinxed myself while typing this yesterday. The computer froze up and I couldn't get back online. Somehow I have disabled my wireless connection. I'm now sitting in the baby's room hooked up to the wireless router. (His room used to be the office) The Husb was on the phone with the IT guy til 11pm last night trying to figure out what the hell I did. Oops...it wasn't me...I swear!

Breaking News!

2010-01-07T09:26:00.005-06:00

It's 24 degrees in Dallas. You'd think a blizzard had hit the city. Let me tell you about a little pet peeve of mine. All the Dallas News stations preempting the major networks to talk about the weather. At times this is necessary. We do have tornadoes pop up now and then. It's nice to be aware that one might be headed your way. Today we don't get to see any national news because it's cold here. That's it...cold...oh and windy, I can't forget that bone chilling wind. Thank God the news is on to tell us about it. I will say a few school districts north of here are closed because of a tiny bit of freezing rain. Well, the start of school has come and gone so you'd think they would stop talking about it. Nope. The "cold weather" report started at 4:30am this morning. It's now almost 10am. They loop over and over and over. Every news reporter they have are parked in every section of the city. Stop the madness. Please stop the f-ing madness.

I Miss School!

2010-01-04T11:27:00.003-06:00

Not my school...Mr. T's preschool. Good God...if that kid doesn't go back I may go postal. Love him with all my heart but we must stop the madness. Let's be frank shall we? Who in the hell home schools? Do you? Do you know anyone that does? Why do you or they? Why...why? Maybe if you live in the middle of no where. Or if perhaps if you live in the hood. But why???? These children must, I repeat, must go to school. I can't imagine never having "back to school" to look forward too. Those poor poor women. (Not to be sexist, or men) TV is not so good either. When do you exceed the daily limit? What IS the daily limit? 1 hour? 6 hours? The kid said today they he didn't want to go to school tomorrow. He wants to stay with me forever. BAHAHAHAHA! Not. Isn't that sweet? He is going to have a rude awakening in June when I go back to flying. Or better yet, Dad and babysitter are going to have one. Cause...well, I'll be flying. BAHAHAHAHA!

Ok, I feel better now. If this is the most I have to bitch about, I'm doing great. Just don't get me started on my pissing cats. I could go on for a year about them. BTW, we are getting a bid for putting in slate in the hallway. Why? Piss. That's all I'm gonna say. Oh...and it ain't human piss.

Sundays before kids....

2010-01-03T12:20:00.002-06:00

I used to be a BIG Sunday football watcher. The Husb and I even did our picks every Sunday morning. When T was born, we still watched. When he was about two, I printed out each teams logo and he would do his picks. He always loved the pirates....Tampa Bay and Oakland. T actually kicked our asses at times with his picks. Weird. So now with two kids, I'm lucky if I catch the entire Cowboys game. I say Cowboys because first, they are America's team. ;0 (No haters hahaha!) And second, I'm from Dallas...and well, they are the Dallas Cowboys. It's strange how little people change your habits that you thought were ingrained forever. I always watched the Today show when I wasn't working. Now I try to catch 10 minutes to make sure the world is intact and then it's off to Spongebob Land. I do know that in the end, I won't look back and say...I sure wish I watched more football. Building Lego's and kissing boo boos is where it's at. (Repeat to self..."They will take care of me in my old age!) Pretty soon "the boys" may just be insistent that sports are on. I better enjoy them now, farts, burps, snot and all!

New Years Resolutions 2010

2010-01-01T10:19:00.004-06:00

I don't usually make New Year resolutions because I figure I won't keep them. This year I'm going to come up with a few and report back on how I've done.

First, to steal a post from a friend of mine on Facebook. My New Years resolution is to make 2010 my bitch. Hehe...that makes me laugh.

Here goes:
Lose some weight. (Like 75% of the country)
Be more patient.
Eat less calories so I can drink more wine.
Hang out with the people I love. Those that make me laugh til I pee.
Cook more. Yummy stuff, interesting stuff.
Keep up with the bills and laundry, oh and cleaning. Eew.
Dress more sassy.
Get the kid involved in some sort of sport/activity.
Read more.
Take time to spend with the Husb.
Clean up the cat peepee. (So love-hate relationship)
Do more creative stuff that I've always liked.
Reach out to others.
Be nice.
Have more fun.

Th at should do! Happy 2010 my friends!

Good Bye 2009!

2009-12-31T11:08:00.002-06:00

For a lot of people 2009 has been a crappy year. For me...nope, it's been awesome. I had some probs with the whole pregnancy thing toward the end, but now I have a fantastic little blond baby. Mama's Angel from Heaven. Yeah, I know I'm a sap. Can't help it, the 5 year old isn't as nearly as huggy as he used to be. This one is gonna be tortured with love til he can't take it any more. I've been lucky enough to stay home too. Not something I'd ever thought I'd do. A Stay at Home Mom? Housewife? Not me. I actually like it. (Most of the time! If I had a wife, it would be perfect! wink wink!) My 5 year old T is a cool kid. Sometimes a smart ass like Mommy but sweet and very good natured. The Husb is patient and hard working. He's an awesome Dad and knows when to take over so I don't go crazy. I don't know how I was lucky enough to snag him.

I hope the coming year brings you happiness, health, love and tolerance. I'd like a bunch of each please! Happy 2010 my Bloggy friends! I have enjoyed reading about your ups and downs and everyday dilemmas. You keep me smiling and wondering! Happy New Year!

Where am I?

2009-12-29T16:46:00.003-06:00

Seriously, it's snowing in Dallas again. WTH? It sometimes snows maybe once or twice a year but not until February. It's just plain weird. Sure is pretty though. Well since it's just after Christmas the baby has gotten his first sickness. Went to the doctor yesterday after a horrible night. Not the flu, not an ear infection...just the crud. Lovely. I just realized why I'm not a nurse. I don't do puke, I don't do sickness. It's so sad when he can't even say, "Hey Mom, I feel like shit. I can't breath thru my nose." That would be nice. It would also be nice if he'd let me suck his snot out with that bulb thing. That's a hell no from him. Poor guy is already in bed and it's not even 5pm. Wonder what kind of night we'll have. Sure do miss those Europe layovers right now.

Speaking of flying. What the hell is wrong with people? Trying to blow up a Delta flight???? Since I work for Delta, I find that entirely too close for comfort. Entirely. The Government needs to pull their head out of their ass concerning security. Not to be a bitch or to profile, but if someone is on a watch list and they don't live in the states, why o' why do you not revoke their VISA? Why do they need to come here? To hang out? The guys Dad even said he was going to be a problem. HELLOOOOO!!!!

Well, I'm off to watch the snow. It relaxes me (and a GIANT glass of wine). After the last few days with a fussy baby, I am ready to chill. Oh, nix that...the baby is crying. Shit.

Hail the Might State!

2009-12-24T14:36:00.002-06:00

Merry Christmas from the state of Texas! Yesterday it was 76 degrees in Dallas. We had the screen door open blasting Christmas music! Today....looks like it might be a white Christmas! 32 degrees and it's suppose to get down to 23 degrees. Blizzard "like" warnings of blowing snow. WTH? Hey baby, it's TEXAS...if ya don't like the weather, just wait a minute!

Have a wonderful holiday! Hugs those near and dear...just don't strangle! HoHoHo, The GDL

Two Sleeps til Christmas!

2009-12-23T11:27:00.005-06:00

I've always loved Christmas. No matter what life has thrown my way, I refuse to let Christmas be ruined. Growing up, I never realized how much I would of loved to wake up at home Christmas morning. We always went to our Grandparents though. Sometimes to my Dad's parents before my parents divorced. When I was about 7, on the way home from Christmas at the farm, my Mother told us she and Daddy were getting divorced. From then on, we spent Christmas at my Mom's parents in Muskogee Oklahoma and then that night we would drive to Missouri to be with my Dad and Grandparents. Like clock work...every year. You might think that is a little sad, but I made the best of it. I looked at it as two of everything. All the poor other kids got jipped. My Grandmother Junie would have loads of gifts. Every year my Paw Paw would give her $500 cash. He'd hide it in the Christmas tree. One year she couldn't find it. She ripped that tree apart. Looked at every ornament. My Paw Paw had a funny sense of humor. That year he tricked her and didn't put it on the tree. We laughed at that forever. The year after my sister got married, "Santa" aka Junie filled our stockings. My sister got a pair of granny panties and I got a pair of sexy panties. Sister said, "Hey, I'm the one that's married"...and Junie said, "Exactly! Niki needs the sexy ones!"
Fast forward to when I got a job as a Flight Attendant. I worked Christmas forever. My Grandmother Junie once told me, "Christmas is not a day, it's a season". We'd celebrate whenever I wasn't flying, making our Christmas day whenever it fit. Nothing was going to get my Christmas down! The longer I flew, the more of the holidays I got off. Five years ago I had my first son a week or so before Thanksgiving. That same Christmas Eve my Dad died. You'd think that might put a damper on my Christmas spirit. (Yeah..ya think!) At his funeral, a friend of his did a eulogy. He said that God gave my Dad the greatest gift by taking him on Christmas Eve. I'll always remember that. Tomorrow is not only Christmas Eve, but the life and celebration of an awesome guy, my Daddy. The man was funny and charming. He lived life to the fullest. He was happy. Not even his death can ruin Christmas. We all do things around the holidays that we'd rather not. We all goes places and endure traditions that makes us crazy. Some of us even drink to get thru them! ;) (Yes...me!) But in the end the joy in my kids eyes, the laughter and making fun of tradition are all worth it. Merry Christmas!

Hurry Up Ho!

2009-12-21T16:35:00.003-06:00

The house is decorated, the packages are wrapped, the stocking stuffers are waiting to be stuffed. I'm ready to get on with it already! This morning before 7am Mr. T was singing "We Wish You a Merry Christmas". Yeah...we're all in the spirit. So come on already! I was never good at waiting. I'm the one that wants to open some gifts on Christmas Eve. Good thing we are having the Husbs family over then. Otherwise he'd give me hell....cause I'd let the kid open at least one gift. My Grandmother Mammy was the same way. She hated waiting. She ALWAYS let us open a gift. Of course she also would get up in the middle of the night and carefully unwrapped her presents to see what she got. She was quite good at re-wrapping them. Sneaky Lady. I loved her! She was not the best cook, but us kids totally dug the things she did around the holidays. She always had homemade cookies. The one thing she did really well was homemade noodles. The cousins all used to fight over who got the most. My favorite thing of all was these red and green sandwiches Mammy made. Somehow she used to get red and green white bread. She'd dye cream cheese to match and make cream cheese sandwiches. As an adult the thought of eating a red cream cheese sandwich makes me want to puke. As a kid...it was awesome. Awwww Christmas time!

What the heck?

2009-12-19T10:17:00.003-06:00

Ok Blogger Buddies, I got a comment from my last post that has me perplexed. WTH?

"Dear Author drinklady.blogspot.com ! I can not participate now in discussion - it is very occupied. But I will be released - I will necessarily write that I think"

It's from anonymous. What the hell? Is this something that normally happens? Weird people or what? Don't make me go all Ninja on you man!

Show me the money!

2009-12-18T10:46:00.002-06:00

I created a gambling man. My 5 year old loves scratch off lotto tickets. Oh no. Is this horrible? I actually like them too. Love to win money. We hardly ever win money. Waaawaaaa. The Gambling Man begs to go over to that big green machine when we are at the store. Awww, Texas State Lotto! I try and control ourselves so we don't waste a bunch of money. You know why...because who actually wins more than $2? I usually give the kid $2-$3 to buy $1 scratch offs. Once he gets them, he holds them tight until we get to the car. We then pick out our luckiest coin and scratch away. Then... NADA! NOTHING! ZILCH! Damn scratch offs. The Husb a.k.a. Santa puts them in our Christmas stockings! Love that. I've always been tempted to bring them to our friends Christmas Party gift exchange. But what if someone won $1000 off one. I'd be jealous and ticked I hadn't scratched it. I guess the Husb knows that if I win $25,000 off a stocking stuffer that it's "all in the family"! Or is it? Baaaahahaha!

Christmas card...

2009-12-16T09:51:00.003-06:00

So I just finished stamping my Christmas cards. Good gosh...what a pain in the ass. I usually am so on top of things. I get them out at the very least the week after Thanksgiving. I don't know if it's having another baby or not really giving a shit that has made them "late" this year. OK, not late..but late by my gauge. I probably sent out about 75. Now let's do the math. Each card cost 26 cents. Each stamp cost 44 cents. That's 70 cents each. Times that by 75. Yes my mathematical friends, I spent $52.50 on Christmas cards. I once told someone that I was going to stop sending out cards to those that don't reciprocate. She said..."But I love getting cards!" Here's the thing...so do I! I guess if you really think about it, that would be crappy. The point of these cards are to spread good cheer. Not because you get something in return. Right? Yeah, sure. I will say I have a guy friend that doesn't do cards but it's always nice to go to his house and see your kids on his refrigerator. Heck, it'll be August and they are still there. Kinda gives you warm fuzzies that he cares. So Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays or whatever you prefer! Cards are out baby!

Hey...

2009-12-15T19:01:00.002-06:00

My cat stole my Snuggie.

Post Party!

2009-12-14T16:04:00.011-06:00

So I went to my friends Christmas party on Saturday. She and her Husb have had it...like forever. Years I tell ya. About 10 years ago our token gay friends brought a gag gift for the gift exchange. Prince Rainbow Ken...ya know, a gay Barbie doll dude. Anywho, he comes back every year. In the beginning he'd actually have some cool stuff with him. Like a nice bottle of wine, a fondue pot. You get the idea. Well my friends neighbors have got him 3 out of the last seven years. Needless to say...they are getting a bit pissy about it. So this year, not using the brain God gave him, instead of stealing a bottle of Crown Royal, the Husb takes a chance and picks from under the tree. Can you say "STUPID"? Guess what he picks? Yep... Rainbow Ken. The pissy neighbors include a lovely bottle of Boones Farm (cheap ass wine) and a card that has a dissertation written on the damn thing. The Husb refused to read it and just said, "Just give me the damn doll, I'm not reading this Christmas letter." Apparently they added a Barbie this year cause Ken got married. Their humor is lacking. Just my (and several others) opinion. Hey, It's GAY Ken!!!

Later, I was talking about how Ken may just come back next year naked in a crockpot with a bottle of champagne. I was told by a few friends..."OH NO, you can't take him out of the box, he'll lose value". Like in 10 years or so we're gonna sell the bastard and all go on a cruise. Yeah, like maybe in 50 years he might be worth something. Of course these people have never actually gotten Ken. I offered to swap gifts if they didn't want him removed from the box. I got no takers!

I've decided to put a little twist on things this next year. Ken is most definitely coming out of the closet. I go back to flying in June. For those that haven't read my bio, I'm a flight attendant. I fly Europe when I work. This is the plan, Ken is going to be traveling with me! By the end of the year, he'll have one hell of a vacation scrapbook. He'll also pick up some choice gifts along the way. He'll be the most sought after guy at the party. So there!!!

BTW, I walked away with a Leopard Snuggie. Don't go hate'in...it's awesome. My gift, well some would like it, most not. A Susan Boyles CD. Hehe...the chick I stole the Snuggie from got "F-ed" twice by me. So sorry!

Friday Confessions

2009-12-12T09:49:00.003-06:00

I confess that it's Saturday!

I confess that cartoons have been on since 6:55am and it's now 9:50. I have no intention of turning them off!

I confess that I got a funny as shit present for a gift exchange party with friends. I'll only tell AFTER tonight. Baahahahaha!

I confess that I wish the Husb would stay around today, I'm sick and tired of kid duty.

I confess that if the Christmas lights don't get put up this weekend then I'm going out to buy a light up reindeer to put on the front porch. The Husb hates those...well then, put up the lights.

I confess the pork roast I forced the kid to eat last night pretty much sucked.

I confess that I spanked a cat last night for pissing on the kitchen counter. He was caught red handed...or butt in the air. This is the smart cat, so he'll remember. Don't be report'in me to animal control...you'd do it too.

I confess I thought it was the other stupid cat. Sorry Junior...now I know you only piss in the hallway.

I confess that I acted like I didn't hear the baby last night so I wouldn't have to get up. I do get up most of the time and first every morning though. So there!

I confess that it's almost 10am when the stores open and I would LOVE LOVE LOVE to go shopping ALONE!

Cold!

2009-12-10T15:54:00.002-06:00

How in the world do people live up North? You know who you are. Your the people that actually wear coats in the car. You have gloves, scarfs and hats. I haven't had a winter hat on since 2003. (I lie...I wear one when I fly out of New York...but not at home!) Today I woke up and it was 22 degrees outside. I live in Texas for a reason...BECAUSE it's not suppose to be 22 freaking degrees! I hate wearing a coat to a store. I walk around and start sweating. Ewww! I like flying to see the snow and coming home. How in the world do people live in Canada or for that matter Alaska? My cousin does live in Alaska. I've had a few layovers there in the summer!! Beautiful...in the summer! She has a automatic starter for her car to warm it up. She also said it get so cold all the stray cats don't have the tips of their ears cause they freeze off. That's just wrong. I may have to look into that car starter...sure would be nice to hop into an ice cold car on a 100 degree day. Now that's what I'm talk'in about!

Friday Confessions

2009-12-04T11:20:00.003-06:00

I confess:

*I could give a crap about who Tiger is bonking.
*The Husb said I could worry about the Christmas shopping and he'd worry about billing hours to pay for it. Sucker...(I kid...)
*The Husb also just signed a lease for an office. He's been "virtual officing" from the house and his Dad's. I'm virtually done.
*I will be sad when Husbie isn't here so I can leave the baby to pick up T from school.
*I ate shrimp and grits for breakfast.
*I love nap time!
*I've said this before, I'm not nice in the morning til my coffee kicks in.
*I know what my Mother is getting us for Christmas. Score.
*I want a Snuggie.

That's it for today. Unfortunately I hear a baby calling.

2009-12-03T16:44:00.002-06:00

It's 5 o'clock somewhere! I've been enjoying a glass of wine in the evening lately. For some reason I have a rule in my head that I have to wait til 5. I wonder why that is? Perhaps because people get off work at 5? I don't. Not til 8:30 when Mr. T goes to bed. I like wine. It makes me happy. Sure glad I don't have a problem with alcohol. That would really suck.

I've been really bad about blogging lately. Busy with Christmas and the older the baby gets, the more attention he wants. Now he thinks he's missing something if he naps. The only thing he's missing is me shushing Mr. T so he won't wake the baby. Right now he's in his room singing at the top of his lungs. Mr. T...not the baby. ;) Have you ever heard the Spongebob CD? Did you know Spongebob had one? My favorite is "Where's Gary?". Spongebob had lost his pet Snail. Why the hell do I know these things and how is it enriching my life? I know this chick that doesn't let her kid watch TV. He can only watch movies. The poor sap doesn't even know who Spongebob is. He is going to hate school when the kids find out he doesn't have a clue. I never wanted to be that kid.

Hopefully I don't warp my kid too bad. I have a habit of raising my voice. OK, OK, I scream. It's like he has rocks in his ears. I wonder if all boys are like that. Kinda like a man watching sports. "Honey, blah blah blah blah" "I said blah blah blah!!!!" "HELLO!!!!" And I wonder why I like wine. Oh, I also sneeze really loud. LOL, I just scared the kid. Sad, that makes me laugh!

Good Times!

2009-11-28T08:07:00.005-06:00

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!

2009-11-25T07:22:00.005-06:00

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!

2009-11-20T10:30:00.006-06:00

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!

2009-11-17T06:53:00.009-06:00

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!

2009-11-16T18:22:00.003-06:00

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...

2009-11-12T16:14:00.008-06:00

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!

2009-11-11T15:57:00.002-06:00

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!

2009-11-10T13:13:00.010-06:00

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!

2009-11-09T13:24:00.012-06:00

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!

2009-11-08T11:07:00.004-06:00

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!

2009-11-06T13:40:00.007-06:00

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!

2009-11-05T09:50:00.006-06:00

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!

2009-11-04T14:04:00.004-06:00

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!

2009-11-03T12:24:00.007-06:00

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!

2009-11-02T15:46:00.010-06:00

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!

Help it's Halloween!

2009-10-30T15:04:00.006-05:00

I haven't posted because Halloween is kicking my ass and it hasn't even happened yet. My Step-Mother has been in town too. I've tried to be attentive so she doesn't go home thinking we didn't give a poo that she was here. Hard to do when your tired. Tonight I get to go to dinner...glad it will involve seafood and beer, and then we're going to a high school football game. My Niece plays in the band and I feel like a crappy Aunt because I didn't go to a single game last year or this year. I was pregnant and tired last year and now I'm just tired. My excuse and I'm sticking to it. I really do want to see her play, but I'd just as soon poke a stick in my eye than watch the game.

Now back to my needing help. We're having a "small" kids Halloween party tomorrow night and the guest list keeps getting bigger. Shit! Some weren't coming and now are, some we're maybe's that are now yes's. Invite them and they will come. Thank God the weather is suppose to be nice. Since most of these folks have kids it will be an early night. (I hope, like I said, I'm tired.) We're looking at about 30 people. That's really not that big but for some reason I do a mental freak out every year when the list gets big. My Husb so nicely reminded me of this. Halloween being on Saturday is a bonus...I'll get more help. Ok, I'm over my freak out. Promise to take lots of pictures. Cause I'm doing it right! Gotta go carve a watermelon into a brain now. Happy Halloween!

Toilet Humor!

2009-10-26T14:45:00.010-05:00

I have a dirty little secret. We have a baby blue toilet in the master bathroom. I use the term master bathroom loosely because it's a little bigger than a closet. Ya see, not everything is bigger in Texas. We live in a three bedroom house built in the early 1960's. We bought it from a friend of my Mom's 11 years ago right after we got married. We planned to live here no more than 5 years. Well, we passed that by 6 years. The thing is, we didn't pay much so our mortgage is awesome. The house is in a suburb just about 2 miles north of Dallas. Great location, no alley, nice yard and safe neighborhood. I'd also like think we're being green by not living in a huge obnoxious house. (Even though I'd add a second floor and pool in a second if I had the jack!) So we're stay'in. We remodeled the living room by knocking out the dining room wall and also updated the kitchen. We haven't touched the back of the house, hence the beau-T-ful blue bathroom.

Last night I get a call from a friend that has been out of town taking care of family stuff. Her husband's 97 year old grandmother has a house that has been shut up for 4 years while the Grandmother has been in a nursing home. My friend has been sending me pictures of stuff they have found in the house. The electricity was off for four years...small water leaks, you kinda get the idea. One picture she sent was of a Jim Beam bottle in the shape of a cat. I looked on E-bay...it dates 1967. Wow! Anyhow, she says she has something for me from Grandma's house. Needless to say, I'm worried and kinda scared. What in the hell could it be? My friend and her husband show up on our doorstep....with a brand new toilet. White...never been out of the box! I can't believe I'm so EXCITED about a toilet! But I am!!!! I'm so happy they thought of me when they saw that toilet! It really is the gift that keeps on giving!

What ya think?

2009-10-25T17:42:00.002-05:00

OK, so as you can see, I've been experimenting. I'm kinda sucky at computer stuff so I'm proud that I actually was able to get a different background for my blog. I wanted something a little funky but not too much. I find that sometime blogs are really distracting and hard to read cause of all the shit on them. I don't want to be like that. I also figured out how to enlarge the font size. Duh...that was easy. I guess I don't usually have time to sit around and mess with this kind of stuff. Someone always wants something from me. Waaa waaaa waaaa....I'm hungry, I'm thirsty, I don't want to watch I Carly. You get it. Anyway, how does it look? Do you hate it? Any suggestions for better sites for blog layouts. Some of ya'll have awesome looking blogs and I want to be just like you! Well...after reading some blogs...maybe not exactly! Hardy har har!

11 years!

2009-10-23T15:08:00.015-05:00

Eleven years ago tomorrow I married the Husb. We got married in the evening so we could have a rock'in reception. With financing from my Mother, I'd like to think we did a pretty good job! We had an awesome Blues Band that brought down the house! The funny thing is, recently I have seen some news stories about the lead singer. The dude was old then or so I thought. I just assumed he wasn't around anymore. Ok, I assumed he was dead. I guess he isn't that old. The news stories talked about how a bunch of kids kept showing up to his gigs. The thing is...his name is Joe Jonas. Yeah, not that Joe Jonas. In my opinion, he is much better than that one. I thought that was kinda funny. Kids are so freaking stupid. Yeah, Joe Jonas and his brothers are playing at the small Blues bar Memphis in a strip mall. Righttttt!

Today a van pulls up in front of the house and the Husb acts like he doesn't know who it is. A florist brought an beautiful floral arrangement to the door. What a sweet Husb. He is so getting some tonight. This week he's been calling it our anniversary week. He got that from a friend of ours. Each year she has her "birthday week". The Husb said he didn't know why I couldn't have an "Anniversary Week". I so agree! Hehe! He's really making some of my friends husbands look bad. Tomorrow we're going out to the Fondue place where we had our first date. It should be fun and I promise not to "almost" get kicked out like I did that time. Did ya know it's never a good idea to throw ice in boiling oil? Happy Anniversary Husb! I think I'll keep you!

Play with me!

2009-10-22T13:59:00.011-05:00

Dirty minded people! I know what your thinking...ewww. Today my baby (5 year old!) is having his first "alone" play date. His buddy's Mom asked last week if she could take him home from Preschool to play with her son. Sure! Sounds great. I just can't figure out why I'm a little concerned. Should I have asked the question about guns in the house...and are they locked away? Do I want to come off as some paranoid helicopter parent that can't let their kid take a poop without knowing about it? I'm new to this take a kid home thing. This Mom has an older kid so she's already got it all figured out. Me, not so much. I'm going to be brutally honest here...brutally. I don't want to take anyones kid home. Ever. A lot of the time I don't want to take mine home...why add to it? I get it, kids need interaction to get along with others. Isn't that why I'm paying $380 bucks a month for preschool? Now I'm here wondering if T is freaking out because essentially some strange woman is taking him some place he's only been to once. OR is he like, "Mom who"? He's not exactly what I'd call a Mama's boy. Ok, not at all. I'm working on the little one being Mama's boy. I want to be kinda like those Mama's on the show "Mama's Boys". It was a horrible reality show and no, I don't want to be totally like that. These Mama's were beyond control freaks. I just want my boys to realize that when I tell them their girlfriend is a scank hoe, I know what I'm talking about. Glad I only have two boys to worry about instead of all the boys. Yes...still worried til he gets home.

Jipped

2009-10-21T18:18:00.010-05:00

I've always felt that the second child gets jipped. Perhaps because I'm a second child? Yes, sometimes parents are so damn tired after the first, that the second kid may have gotten away with a lot more too. I prefer to think I was better behaved and therefore earned more. Now that I have a second...I realize the parents were just done. When I was pregnant with T, I had the book that told me what was supposedly happening everyday. The Husb would come home and I'd greet him with, "I developed the baby's lungs today, what did you do?" I religiously read the book so I'd know exactly what to expect. The second pregnancy finally comes along...I filled in the dates above T's, no use wasting $ on a new book. I think I looked at it twice. Jipped. I filled out each section of T's baby book every week. I've had to guesstimate almost everything with Poppy's book. Jipped. I took pictures on every occasion with T. Now I'm lucky if I remember to bring out the camera. Jipped.

Tonight I'm feeding the baby and wondering how the hell to figure out how much to feed him. I have no idea. When T started eating, I was so excited, I looked up everything. I knew how many bottles a day he drank, how much he should be eating, what he should be eating. Now? Not so much. I decided to feed Poppy about what I thought the size of his stomach could hold. We don't want any puking ya know. I don't know if baby's are like feral cats or what. I know a lot about cats. Some cats like that eat til they puke. He could of eaten more...but like I said...no puking. So, if he wanted more? Jipped.

Happy Birthday to me...

2009-10-19T16:21:00.005-05:00

OK, it's not my birthday til November 20th! My friend D, Sister and I went on Saturday to this craft/swap meet kinda place called McKinney Trade Days. They have a few vendors that sale wrought iron. Did ya know I totally dig anything metal? Well, that and I have a bit of a stained glass addiction. Just ran out of windows for it. I have all kinds of awesome wrought iron! A windmill looking thing the Husb hates. I have metal pumpkins, a metal cornucopia, a metal Christmas tree, two metal cats, I even have a metal mosquito. You get the idea. So, we're cruising around the Trade Days and come across the vendor with all the wrought iron stuff. Ohhh...Ahhhh! I need more wrought iron like I need a hole in my head. The Husb would kill me. But not Sister! They had two awesome Peacocks for sale. Yep...I don't have a Peacock! She decided she had to have one. Of course, I didn't just fall off the turnip truck...I have no business buying a $49 Peacock. Sister knew I was eyeball'in it and guess what? I got me an early birthday present!!! Isn't he cute?! Now he just needs a name!

Oh to be young...

2009-10-18T10:24:00.006-05:00

Let me start by saying to my Niece, I'm not ragging, just reporting! When I was young and unfamiliar the same thing could of happened...well maybe. My Niece that just moved to Austin decided to come to Dallas this weekend. Three other friends came with her including a guy she met while traveling in Europe. This chick has guts...traveled Europe basically alone for almost 3 months. Occasionally a friend or family member popped in during her journey. Not something I would think of doing alone. Anyhow, Niece and friends come to Dallas. Before they leave she e-mails with a few questions. First, where's a good place to go dancing? Haha...she's asking people with two kids and 40. (I'm not 40 but really really close). Can't tell you the last time I went dancing at a club. Second, where to watch the Texas/OU game. Easy...Victory Park. It has huge screens outside and is suppose to be cool. No, I've never actually watched anything thing there. I have been to a Stars Hockey game and Mavs Basketball game at the Arena though. Third, a good Mexican restaurant. Easy breezing...I'm really good at food! The Husb ask where they are staying. She doesn't know yet.

This is where it gets interesting. Remember when you were young, just starting out in life and didn't have a pot to piss in? Well, that's where she is. She has found that getting a job in Austin isn't as easy as once thought. Austin's a bitch. Awesome fun town. Great music and food. Beautiful and right on the edge of Texas hill country. There lies the problem. Nobody wants to leave. A friend of mine told me his wife would make $20,000-$30,000 more a year at her job as a Physical Therapist if they moved to San Antonio. Needless to say the job market is tight and she isn't making a ton of money.

Niece calls yesterday and tells the Husb where she has booked a room thru Priceline. The motel is in South Dallas close to Fair Park. Ever been to Dallas? You DO NOT want to be in that area of town, especially at night. I wouldn't be surprised if they rent the rooms by the hour. Picture hookers, homeless and Meth. Enough said. Priceline reviews were ok she said and it was the cheapest she could find. We read reviews that were more along the lines of, "This is the scariest place I've ever stayed", "I wore flip flops in the shower because I didn't want to get a disease", oh and my favorite, "The dirty toilet seat wasn't attached and there was a dead lizard in the toilet." Ewwwww.... Her parents would be pissed if they knew we let her stay there. Regardless if there were a couple of guys with her or not. We convinced her to try and cancel even if she couldn't get a refund. The Husb got her a room at Motel 6 in Addison...a much much nicer part of town. Thank God. Just between you and I Motel 6 makes me go ewwww...but I am spoiled with really nice places that Delta usually puts us up in. The Double Tree is roughing it for me. Glad the Husb and I were on the same page. It was so worth the $ not lose sleep over it...or to get a phone call that her car had been stripped. Oh to be young and....

When Insects Fly!

2009-10-16T12:20:00.006-05:00

Last night started off pretty good and went down hill from there. We went to dinner with a bunch of family friends that are in Dallas for Texas/OU weekend. We do it every year. Apparently Poppy hates Pappadeaux and going out at bedtime. My angel baby turned into whiny baby. Mr T...not much better by the end of the night. We get home and all I wanted to do is watch my DVR'ed Grey's Anatomy. We put the kids to bed and sat down for an awesome show. Twenty minutes into it, a VERY large insect flies from the fireplace to the front door, changes it's insect mind and flies back to land on top of TV cabinet. I ask the Husb what the hell it was...a hummingbird? He gets up with a magazine in hand. It's a HUGE roach. (Also known as a water bug). But wait, roaches don't fly you say. Yeah, me too. I don't know if this was some freak mutant roach or an over achiever roach or what. The thing flew like a bird.

I love the Husb. He is really good at a lot of things. He sucks at killing roaches. He always misses. Rolled up magazines don't work. Crocs work. The Husb goes after the roach and guess what? He misses. Not such a big deal if it's not a mutant roach. This roach however launches itself off the TV cabinet and flies directly at my head. I jump off the couch all the while screaming curse words at the top of my lungs. The damn thing lands on the back of the couch and crawls down inside the couch. Excuse my language...fuck! I retrieve a Croc from the bedroom and start helping take all the cushions off the couch. After moving it around and lifting the couch the bastard crawls out and runs under the coffee table. He's trapped. Well guess what? Now we can't find him and I'm pissed. All I wanted to do was chill and watch Grey's. Now I'm on my hands and knees carefully taking all the books and shit off the shelf under the table. God forbid the damn thing fly out at me. After 10 minutes of looking, we give up. I'm pissed off big time. I watch the rest of Grey's while keeping an eye out for flying roaches.

Fast forward 1:20am. Baby is up. I get the bottle, the Husb feeds him. I go to the bathroom on the way back to bed. The bastard roach comes running into the bathroom. My Croc isn't handy so I grab a can of hairspray and blast him. He runs out down the hall. I whack him with the can and run to find my Croc. After 3 wacks the bastard is finally dead. Oh the sweet victory I feel. I do a happy dance in hallway and go to tell the Husb I've killed that Fucker. Dead dead dead! His response? "Umm...ok". Hello??? Just killed Mutant Cockroach! It was great. No matter what one might say about Crocs, Croc flip flops rock!

Out of the Mouth of Babes!

2009-10-15T16:41:00.005-05:00

I've often thought that young kids should be able to understand baby talk because they were so recently baby themselves. Why can't T tell me what Poppy wants or is saying? When I ask him, he just looks at me like I'm crazy and says, "I don't speak baby".

What do you think babies would say if someone could understand their language? I think Poppy says:

*Don't push my legs like that, your going to make me fart.

*Help, I've fallen and I can't get up.

*HELLLLLOOOO...over here please!

*Why does this food taste so bland?

*Awwww man, I peed myself again!

*Put me to bed already!

*Could you please go brush your teeth? Your breath is killing me.

*Please please stop patting my ass!

What do you think baby's would say?

Let's Be Fair!

2009-10-14T17:36:00.003-05:00

Today we went to the Texas State Fair. There is nothing like it! Ok, there probably is but I'm trying to make it seem big and grand. Kinda like Texas it's self. Yes, I'm from Texas. It's not just a State...it's a state of mind! Hehe! At the Fair, fried food is where it's at. We had a corny dog, but passed on the fried peanut butter sandwich, fried oreos, fried snickers, fried Twinkies and fried pizza. Yes, I said, fried pizza. Just plain sick. We did partake in the new Fried Butter. Sounds sick too. Not too bad really! Kinda tasted like a donut with oozy warm butter inside. Weird! I wonder if all State Fairs are into this fried shit.

Mr. T was totally digging all the rip off games. We spend $20 and he won a blow up Spongebob, a tiny dalmatian dog, a medium dolphin and a medium teddy bear. He loved it. He also rode some of the rides. The bumper cars were pretty funny. It was just him and another kid. They would spin around and around a circles. The worker would turn them around to face each other and they'd haul ass. At the last second before impact one would spin away, NEVER bumping into each other. The other kids Mom and I had a good laugh. T begged to go on this really tall slide. The kind where you get in a bag and slide down. The Husb went with him in case he got cold feet. Husb said it was a hell of climb. He kept looking back and shaking his head at me. I'm not stupid...I went thru the easy Fun House. They finally get to the top and T jumps in his bag, screams "Bye Dad" and is off like a shot. No fear. I'm really afraid of the teenage years!

Here Bassy Bassy Bass!

2009-10-11T18:18:00.007-05:00

This weekend the Fam and I went to the lake. Our Niece that just moved to Austin met us out there. Just so you don't think we're some well to do snotty lake house owning family..let me explain. As some of you know, about 5 years ago a friend came to our group of friends because he couldn't afford to keep his lake house. After much discussion, a fee arrangement and a legal agreement, we came up with The Cedar Creek Raft and Tube Society. Or in short The RATS. Cute huh? Anyhow, basically each of the RATS has a full private week at the lake every 7 weeks. The owner has twice as many, and we have open play for holiday weeks...meaning everyone can come out and frolic. (That word makes me laugh!)

Saturday morning while lounging in bed, I could of sworn I heard the National Anthem. I get up and sure enough that what it is. Apparently this weekend was a National Champion Bass Tournament. WOW...LOT O' BOATs out there. Later, I tell the Husb and he's like, "Cool" and I'm like, "No really, there were a shit load of boats out there!" Sunday morning, I'm feeding the baby on the couch about 6am and in the distance can see lights on the public boat ramp. Lots and lots of boat trailers going up the hill. I go back to bed and wake up about 7am. I glanced out the window and damn...looked like the lights in down town Dallas. The Husb and I get up...and there are over 300 bass boats in our little part of the lake. How do I know there were more than 300 you ask? No, I did not count them. The announcer dude starts sending them out one by one. By the time the Husb starts listen to the numbers the guy is on 274 counting down. (I was inside getting coffee when they started. I know what's important, coffee makes me nice.) So off they went to find the biggest baddest bass around. Awesome site seeing all those fisherman standing in their boats at 7:15am, hands over their hearts in honor of the USA. Ain't America great?

It's Official!

2009-10-08T15:07:00.004-05:00

It's official...I've lost my damn mind! A little background, today I went to lunch at a friends...we call our selves "Ladies who Lunch..and Gentleman". I'm a flight attendant on leave, but when I'm working...I don't fly that much and have lots of days off. A few years ago my good friend K and I started having lunch during the week when she was off of work. She did job share and had the first half of the week off. Last year K was laid off so we really started lunching more. Another friend moved to town and decided to stay home with her kids, so she joined us. We've also added another occasional drop in that was laid off and a guy friend that was laid off several months ago. Hey, we're equal opportunity lunchers. We do all this when the kids are in school, because lets face it, kids are not conducive to good conversation. It's always, "Oh have you tried that new little Bistro on Main St.? STOP RUBBING THAT ROLL ON THE WALL!"

Now to the "I've officially lost my mind" part. Today on the way up to K's I get to calculating the exact minute I have to leave to pick up T from preschool. I decide if I leave 25 minutes til 3 I'll have plenty of time not to be charged a late pick up fee. A buck a minute..it's a racket I tell you! Now this all sounds good in theory, but guess what? T gets out of school at 2:00 not 3:00. He has NEVER gotten out at 3:00. WTH is wrong with me? I don't figure it out til 1:46 when I look down at my phone. Holy Shit it's almost 2PM!!!! I grab the baby, run for the door like I'm possessed all the while screaming thanks and sorry I've lost my damn mind. It's official.

Amuse me...

2009-10-07T15:54:00.002-05:00

OK, I'll admit it, I'm very easily amused. Today for a mere $16.38 I purchased a tomb stone and skeleton parts from Walgreens. The Husb suggested we use the rock in the flower bed to make it look like the dude was crushed to death. I LOVE IT! It makes me so happy...I know I must be weird. Now if I can just find a gigantic spider to climb up the chimney, I'll be set. Halloween is so fun!

Things

2009-10-05T10:23:00.000-05:00

Things I like...

Baby & kid butts. They are too freaking cute! Poppy has started sleeping on his stomach with his butt in the air. I almost can't control myself...I want to grab that booty. T, well his little naked butt begs to be pinched. A friend and I were talking yesterday. She loves kiddy butts too, and wondered when it becomes inappropriate to pinch them. Think T & Poppy will mind when they're 16? Hehe!

The Husb being home. Ya don't realize how much you miss them til they go away for a few days.

Decorating for Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas. I love the fall! Summers here in Texas are just a bit too long, so when the cooler weather breaks thru and football season starts, life is good!

Mr. T singing to Rock music. He has started to become a bit of a sexist. He's almost 5 and a sexist. It's true. The boy wants to listen to Rock that guys sing, not girls. If a woman happens to be singing also, he'll tell me that part is mine to sing along too.

Reality TV. I love The Amazing Race and Survivor. Never want to be on either one. I don't love camping and I would be the raving bitch on The Amazing Race.

Things that bug me...

T waking me up early. The last two mornings at 6am...but then got to "sleep in" til 7am. I like to wake up on my own. I'm not friendly before my first cup of coffee.

Drawers that are over stuffed. It's my fault, I know. But dang...I sure am good a shoving the kids clothes in. A bunch of Poppy's clothes don't fit cause they were T's and a November baby and April baby don't match up on sizes. Guess I'll have to get off my butt and clear some out.

Washing out all the left over containers that are in the frig. Bugs me.

Pokeyman cards all over the floor of my room. Pick them up already!!!!

Things I wonder about...

Why do some people have all kinds of shit on the dashboard of their cars? I once heard a story of someone getting in a minor wreak and they were killed because a box of Kleenex impaled them in the head. It was sitting in the back window of their car. Do you think that's really true?

Where my cute spider candle holder and glittery skull is. Have I missed a box of Halloween decorations? It it in the scary garage?

Why do I have a baby that has blond hair? No one in either Husbs family or mine (besides nieces and nephew who got it from their Dad) have blond hair. The Husb had blond hair til he was about 4. Where did he get it???

Ok, those are my musings for the day!

I'm sick....

2009-10-02T15:52:00.000-05:00

I'm a sick sick Mommy! Why do I find it bend over, grab your sides, laugh out loud funny that Mr. T is scared to death of those human size Mummy's and Monster's they sale at Garden Ridge and Michael's? I'm snickering just thinking about it. He is freaking hilarious! I'm so sick. Today we were at Garden Ridge going down the Halloween aisle. T loves skulls and most skeletons. I say most skeletons because he doesn't like the ones that have blood and ragged clothes. Freaks him out enough for him to say, "OK, OK, OK...let's go over there...let's not look at those...come on, come on!" That's cute, but dang, when you round a corner and he sees one of those Mummy's...it's enough to make ya pee on yourself. Poor guy.

Fun & Games!

2009-10-01T16:07:00.000-05:00

I've had my fun and games, so now it's the Husb's time. Tomorrow he is headed out to go hunting. Funny thing is...he doesn't hunt. Those poor dove don't know what their in for. Darn things will be deaf for weeks. The Husb doesn't hunt mainly because a tragic hunting accident he witnessed as a kid. He's not warped or anything...but the story sorta warped me, so I won't go into it. Let's just say I'm opposed to my kids going hunting.

When I go on my merry way, I take wine and wasbi almonds. The Husb and friends...take "supplies". Tonight Husbs friend is coming for dinner and then they are going to shop...for supplies. Hehe. I talked to another friend today about the trip. Her husband left it 6:30 am this morning and apparently was a shopping fool last night. All I ask is that they are careful, don't hunt while drunk and please, please don't bring any bloody birds home. I've heard dove is gamey. I think I've tried it once, but it was wrapped in bacon. I truly believe I could eat a turd if it was wrapped in enough bacon...so I don't recall if the dove was gamey.

Now I wonder what in the world are the kids and I going to do all weekend alone. I'm hoping there is a bunch of cash in the bank account. I then have a plan. I say, order pizza and Chinese, go to Home Depot and get a bunch of fall flowers to plant and continue decorating the crap outta the house for Halloween. Love Halloween, and yes, I've already decorated. Can you really have enough scary stuff? I don't really have a lot of scary stuff...but I'd like too. Humm...maybe this weekend. While the cats away, the mice will play.

It's getting hot in here...

2009-09-21T11:54:00.001-05:00

So take off all your clothes!!!! That song keeps running thru my head cause I'm hot as hell. I've been cleaning cleaning cleaning! Got home yesterday from Destin. I'd been forewarned by my Sister (the cat sitter) that my little pissers were doing their job like expected. For those who haven't read earlier posts, I have two pissy (and poopy) cats. They get especially bad when we're gone. Sister kept the poop picked up and did her best to wipe up the pee, but the smell still lingers. Tonight we're having friends over for dinner. We're meeting the guys fiancee from Germany and I don't want her think we're nasty Americans that let their cats urinate everywhere. Even though, I guess we do. But can you really keep a cat from peeing? Besides sewing his butt up or locking him in a cage?

My Mother likes to harass my Sister because years ago she was taking care of our 18 year old cat while I was at college and Mom was outta town. She walks in and finds the cat dead. Hey, the cat was 18!!! The funny part or you might think sick part is the message she left on my answering machine. "Hey Niki, just wanted you to know I found Pepper dead in Mother's hallway". If that wasn't a bad enough message about a beloved pet, she added, "Oh...she must of been dead for a while cause she was hard". WTH? A few weeks ago, once again Sister is looking after Mother's cats. She walks in and finds one that won't lift her head and is lethargic. She calls me frantic because she knows Mom will freak out and mention it for the rest of her life if the cat dies. Sister takes the cat to the vet, it gets an I.V. drip and all is well. Nothing wrong with the cat...just a little depressed. Weird damn cat! Now my Mom "jokes" about sister being the cat killer. Now I "joke" if she kills my cats that we'll throw her a big party. I'm joking...I think.

Vacation from a vacation

2009-09-17T21:38:00.000-05:00

Is a vacation REALLY a vacation if your traveling with kids? I think not. Everything seems just a little be harder. Ok, let's be frank, a whole hell of lot harder. We made it to Destin without any major problems. Stopped in a tiny little town for pie. Yes, pie. A client of the Husb suggested we make the stop. There's a market it Luxey Alabama...I think that's the name and they sell awesome pies. We had lunch there which was quaint, but sucked. But the pies! Damn good pies. We only bought one and would like to stop on the way back but probably won't because of a change of travel plans. As I said before, vacationing with kids really isn't a true vacation. We have decided to suck it up and leave a day early and spend the night somewhere along the way. No since in making a 12-14 hours trip in one day. I say 12-14 hours cause...did I mention we are traveling with kids?

So we get to Destin Monday afternoon. I have been forewarned that the Husb will have to do some work while we're here. I can deal with that. Tuesday morning it rains a bit. Once that let's up, I decide that we'll go out to the beach. Just the 2 1/2 of us. Me, T and Poppy. What a beating. The entire time out there I have to watch T like a hawk so he doesn't get dragged into the deep blue yonder by the under tow. So not relaxing. And this is after hauling down an umbrella, two beach chairs, two boogie boards, a bouncy seat, three towels and a bag of crap. Today I was notified that the Husb was once again going to be working a few hours. Of course the guilt of Motherhood once again takes over. Yes, we are right on the beach. The sun has broken thru the clouds. Am I really going to let the kid watch The Incredibles one more time while I read the Twilight books? Guilt guilt guilt. I once again drag all that shit down to the beach, get set up, stick the kid in a life jacket and settle down to watch him like a hawk while now and then screaming for him to get the hell out of the water. The boy can't seem to understand..."Don't go any further than your shins." All the while pointing to his shins!!!!! 3o minutes into it, the baby is napping next to me while I hold the umbrella. (It has already turned inside out once which made me scream the "F" word and then look around to make sure no one heard me. They didn't...too damn windy to hear anything.) The kid comes up to me and announces that he thinks he has to go poopoo. Oh hell. I get the baby, and haul my butt up the stairs, wash the sand off my feet, wash the sand off the kids feet, legs and hands, put the baby in the house, and proceed to watch the kid poopoo. Lovely. T then announces he thinks he is finished with the beach. Oh hell no! Get that life jacket on before I strangle you with it! You will have fun, you will play in the waves and sand, and you'll do it til I tell you were going in. Oh the joy of vacations. So relaxing. No wonder we only do it once a year.

Where's The Beef?

2009-09-13T23:03:00.000-05:00

Just got back last night from lovely Delta training. Let me just say, what a "F'ING" beating. I did fine. Made a 100 on all the tests. My Mama better be proud, I know how to call a pilot on a 747. Woohoo. Drank some wine with friends which made it so much more bearable. Thanks MG for bringing the hooch. I owe ya!

Now we are off to Destin. Yes, the day after coming back from training. I couldn't get my shit together until about 2:30. Give me a break, I packed for three and who knew babies needed so much junk? The trip started off fine. UNTIL we decided to drive thru Taco Cabana for lunch. So hungry after eating only donuts for breakfast. (And I wonder why I'm fat?) Anywho, we stop and I order 2 beef fajita tacos with guacamole. Yum Yum. The Husb orders some weird sounding beef thing that has melted cheese and peppers and stuff. It was the best option for driving and eating. I should of followed his lead. So, we get our food and head out on the highway. A couple of miles down the road after getting T and the Husb's food delivered, I dive into my delicious BEEF fajita taco. I'm just going to say it...there was no fucking beef on it. For that matter, there was no beef on either one. I don't think I've been that mad in ages. I don't know if it came from the stress of the last several days or what. I could have flipped out, but the children we're in the car. The Husb attempts to turn around, but hellll nooooo. We have a 12 hour drive ahead of us. We are not, I repeat are NOT wasting 30 minutes going back to Taco Cabana. (The one in Mesquite right before highway 80...fair warning). Anyone who has traveled with a baby knows that those extra 30 minutes in the car could ruin your day. I made myself feel a tiny bit better by calling and letting the manager know his staff had their head up their asses. Ok, I didn't say it like that but I thought about it.

But alas, the day has ended in bliss. We are now in Lafayette Louisiana. We drove thru the parking lot of two other hotels befor choosing the Baymont Inn & Suites. Funny how in your old age you become real picky about where you sleep. This place is awesome. The perfect mattress, mini frig, microwave, free breakfast, wifi, and nice...nice rooms. It's weird to find someplace like this on accident off the highway. Maybe my luck has changed!

I'm Bad!

2009-09-09T14:00:00.000-05:00

Yes, I'm a bad blogger. Waiting this long to Blog. So sorry! We did have a busy Labor Day weekend. We usually go out to the lake, but because of me traveling a lot this month, we decided to stick closer to home. Had a great time chilling with some in town folks. Might have to skip the lake next year too. So, today I head out to the great state of Minnesota. As most people that don't live under a rock know...Delta is merging with Northwest. All of us Delta Drink Ladies/Gentlemen must go to training on 4 of their airplanes that we don't have. Me and my "Mommy Brain" will try to remember all the important parts and pass each test with an 85. If I was smart, I'd be more worried than I am. I'm going with two of my friends which should ease the pain. One is checking her suitcase, so she can fill it with wine for us. Damn, I love her.

Out of the 4 planes we are training on, three are Airbuses. Ya want to know what I know about the Airbus? It crashes. If I'm correct, one crashed in Queens NY right after 9-11 and the one headed to France from South America a few months ago. I have zero desire to work on one. Hummm...I wonder why? The other is a 747 that holds an ungodly number of passengers. Close to 400. That doesn't sound appealing either, well unless it's going to some fabulous location that I just have to see. Still not working an Airbus though.

I think I'm going to really miss my boys. As much as I bitch and complain about pee pee in the trash can and getting up at night, I sure am gonna be sad when I leave. I'll just have to keep remembering the day after I get back, we'll be spending 12 hours in the car driving to Destin. Bet I'll be over the missing by the time we get to Mississippi.

Well, until we meet again! As the singer Steve Miller says, "I'm leaving on a jet plane..."!

Pee

2009-09-02T17:54:00.000-05:00

Pee pisses me off. So, this morning I'm getting ready as fast as I can to take Mr. T to Preschool. Before we leave, I tell him 3-4 times to go to the bathroom. Before having kids, I never dreamed I'd have to repeat myself all the time. I thought I'd save that til I was old and told the same stories over and over again. But no....I say the same thing over and over again every damn day. Can you tell it wears on me? Anyhow, T goes to the bathroom and before he can turn the light off and run out, I walk in and catch him red handed. First, the toilet seat is up which I have told him over and over to shut. Second, there's pee on the rim. (Hurray...he did lift the seat!). And finally the trash has pee in it. Not the "oh, I wasn't paying attention and peed a little in that direction kind". The kind that saturates all the tissue and paper that's in the trash. Mom was NOT HAPPY and in a hurry. T asked if I'm going to spank him. I don't spank that often but once reminded thought it was a fine idea. To all those none spanking parents, sorry...but really, piss in the trash can? A LOT of it too. So, I give him a few swats...nothing hard. And he says, "Oh...that didn't hurt at all" with a smile on his face. I turned and gave him "The Look" and the smile vanished. I should of started with "The Look", it's much more affective.

On the way to school, he promised to never do it again while claiming he didn't know why he did it. Ummm hummm. Just like the time he peed all over the bathroom rug. Yes, it did make the rug have cool little spots all over it. I think there may have been a time when he peed in the sink...I just couldn't prove it. Pee really does piss me off!

Zoo Landers!

2009-08-31T13:50:00.000-05:00

T next to his Favorite!

Mr. T & Poppy!

Sounds like a movie huh? No, yesterday we got invited by some friends to the Ft. Worth Zoo. Due to it being the end of the month, the Husb had to do billing so he missed out. The friends we went with have two girls, 4 1/2 & 7. So happy to see that mine isn't the only 4+ that can't seem to hear. It warms my heart to hear other parents repeat, repeat, repeat! It wasn't just our group...it was happening all over the zoo.

Mr. T had an awesome time. He was turbo excited. Cute and annoying at the same time. If I heard, "lets go see the penguins" once, I heard it a thousand times. Seriously....a thousand times. After lunch we finally saw the penguins. They smell like pee and when one pooped, it shot across the cage. So not Penguins of Madagascar cartoon. Five minutes after leaving the penguins, guess what Mr. T said? "Let's go see the penguins again". Lord help me.

I'll have to say, the Ft. Worth Zoo rocks. If I'd been invited to the Dallas Zoo, I would have declined. A friend once reminded me that the elephants there had been in the same small concrete pen since we were kids. (It's been a long long time since I was a kid!) Until that is fixed, which I think is being worked on, I won't be back. Reminds me of a circus. Won't go there either. The one thing I didn't like at the Ft. Worth Zoo is when I ordered chicken nuggets (the adult kind) that they were shaped like dinosaur feet or maybe it was bird feet. Weird and not very tasty.

Overall we had a great day. Poppy seemed to enjoy himself and his new stroller. The kids liked it , and best of all, we didn't stay too long. I think us parents got parenting points and had a good time. And for the record, my favorite animal is this really skinny deer looking thing. I think it was called a Kudu. Mr. T's favorite? You guessed it.....the penguins!

You know your a redneck if....

2009-08-29T16:55:00.000-05:00

You know your a redneck if ya go to a funeral and then change into yur Nascar t-shirt and go to a Trailer Trash party. Yes, that's basically what my sista and me are gonna do tonight. Actually the neighbor we had growing up pasted away and tonight the family is having a visitation. After going to that, we're going to swing by the house and change into our fanciest Nascar clothes and mini skirts. Is that sad or just plain trashy? Hey, at least we're not wearing the Nascar gear to the visitation. This is my cousins Third Annual Trailer Trash party. It will be my first time attending though. Somehow something was always scheduled the last two years. I'm bring my favorite boxed wine, Chester Cheetos Hot Fries and a few packs of Spam to Go. Bet you didn't know Spam was individually packed like those pockets of tuna. I swear I didn't either til today...really. I did read sometime this week that because of the economy, Spam sales have increased by like 30%. Damn, that's pretty sad. I'll have to say, I've never eaten Spam. I did love the occasional Deviled Ham sandwich when I was pregnant. Thinking about it now makes me say, "Eewww". I just might fit in quite well at this party as I love a good fried pork rind. Especially the Spicy Pork Rinds. Yummy! Well, I'm off to find my favorite blue eye shadow and nicest hoop earrings. I'll try to remember to bring the camera, the pictures should be interesting. Yes, we're leaving the Husbands behind. Poor guys don't know what they're miss'in! Nothin' hotter than a chick with Fungon breath.

I just wanted to add...please take no offense if you or family members live in a trailer. There is nothing wrong with it. The double wides are actually very nice. I have a cousin in Muskogee Oklahoma that sales manufactured homes if your in the market for one. Really.

Kids Do The Darndest Things

2009-08-23T22:02:00.000-05:00

I know darndest isn't really a word. But it fits! I often wonder if I jacked up the house when I was a kid like Mr. T does. I'm so glad I like his name, since I say it no less than 100 times a day. A bunch of those times is in a scream. I've told the kid over and over not to take the duvet and sheets off my bed. What does he do you ask? Peel the sheets off the bed. Nothing makes my head spin like having to make the bed before going to bed. Well....picking all the sofa cushions off the floor is a close second. We let him watch TV in our room so I guess he feels like he can make himself at home. I really need to become more attentive!

Monday was the first day of school for most kids in this area. I just want to take a second to make fun of my Sister. Sorry Sis! She has three kids. She spaced them out so perfectly that for the next 2 years she has three kids at three different schools. I find this wildly funny. Sorry again Sis. I think my head spins around but hers spins off and flies around the room. I always have great advice on how to raise her kids. But really...what the hell do I know? I have four year old that basically does what I want (he is just a little scared of me!) and the other one doesn't talk.

Today T told me that he was taking a "beauty nap". I suppose he means he needs some beauty rest...but damn it made me laugh out loud. I also find it wildly hilarious that he pulls his pants down and walks thru the living room on his way to the bathroom. He's got a cute little white butt. I really need to get that on video for blackmailing in the teenage years.

Random Thoughts Tuesday

2009-08-18T14:48:00.000-05:00

How do baby's get their feet dirty?

I love Sonic Vanilla Coke. I don't even want to know how many calories are in a large. I've cut back, I swear.

Who gets to pick the toys that go in kids meals? Can I have that job? McDonald's are the best, even though we hardly ever go there. (Thank God)

I have training in September for the new airplanes Delta is getting thru the Northwest merge. I wonder if I can make an 85 on all the test. I feel stupid after having these two kids and may actually have to study. Sure would be embarrassing to have to retake one.

My four year old says he doesn't love his baby brother & I have it on video. He's now in the baby's room playing with him. Hummm!

There are these guys that live a street over. They started landscaping their yard a month or so ago. I call it "The Less is More" house. I think they have used no less than 2 pallets of paving stones to build retaining walls, which are not needed. They recently added a metal arbor that goes over the side walk. Now they are digging a waist deep hole by the front of the house. There is a metal bridge sitting nearby. I think they are going for The Ugly Ass Yard of the Month award. They are well on their way. Boys...please stop!!!! Less really is more! I gotta get a picture to post. It's unbelievable.

I really like wine and am glad I'm not an alcoholic cause I like wine so much. (Don't have an addiction problem...that might help!)

I actually don't mind watching a little Spongebob now and then.

We went to the lake last Wednesday-Sunday. If you've read my previous posts, you'll know that my cats get pissy when we're gone. Literally. Last night while having dinner I could swear I smelled pee. I have been know to have a Bionic nose. I ask the Husb if he thinks the napkins smell like pee. He says no...but he can't smell worth a damn. I get up and get another napkin. (Pee-less napkin) Hate to tell ya Husb, always always trust my nose. A cat pissed on the napkin holder. Lovely.

I'm addicted to reality TV shows. (I lied about the addiction thing.) I long for the days when Biggest Loser, The Amazing Race and Survivor start. I actually check a Big Brother Spoiler site more than once a day and have called a friend to asked what happened while we were outta town. One of my favorite things to do is eat something really fattening while watching Biggest Loser and eat crab legs while watching Deadliest Catch.

Sometimes my baby snores and he sounds like a tiny version of his Daddy.

I love caller ID and don't know if I could live without it. Can you believe some people actually answer the phone and don't know who it is first.

I feel old sometimes when I think of the things we had as kids. (I'll let ya in on a secret, I'll be 40 in November...a young 40!) I remember Eight Track Players, cell phones that came in a big case, Atari that came with Pac Man, Frogger & Space Invaders. No caller ID! Not having to wear a seat belt and sitting in the front seat as a kid. Riding in the back of my Paw Paw's truck on the highway. Bet ya can't do that now! Parachute pants...not the kind my niece thinks I'm talking about. Sun-In, Members Only jackets, ribbon belts, Twist-a-Beads, and jelly shoes. Some of these things I've seen recently. Wow.

It's funny how my mind goes on and on and on! I guess I should go now and see what is broken in my bedroom. The kid has been unattended for entirely too long.

Bad Mommy! ;)

2009-08-17T14:08:00.000-05:00

Some would say that rejoicing in the fact that your child is going back to school makes you a bad Mommy. I beg to disagree. Today we went to meet T's preschool teachers. School starts Wednesday. I'm more excited than the kid. Three teachers this year. Guess that means three teacher gifts whenever teacher gifts are called for. Lovely. Before having Poppy, I assumed I'd go back to flying starting in July, so I registered the kid for 5 days a week thinking it would make childcare easier and I wouldn't have to fly every weekend. My social life gets in the way of working ya know. (Wink...wink!) Once I was granted the year leave, I started feeling guilty. Does he REALLY need to be in preschool 5 days a week? If he is, it's only 9-12. Do you have any idea how fast those three hours fly by? Drop the kid off, do a few things and then it's "Oh, crap...gotta pick the kid up". I tried to get him in the 3 day class and then I'd leave him in 9-2pm. Nope...of course it was full. Now after going to the school I remembered a few things. First, he really loves people. Second, I really love the 9-2 thing. So I'm sucking it up and paying some extra on Tuesday & Thursday. Awww...now those will be my days for Lady's Who Lunch. (Mom's who get together kidless...ok, we have included a guy friend that doesn't have kids and is layed off. We're not exclusive and don't always talk about BM's and Elementary School. He says it's fun...I think he just might be really really bored. Maybe I'm wrong cause put us all together and we're pretty damn funny.) Can't forget...I do bring Poppy along. He doesn't ask for much and is really cute.

I just can't wait til a little of my sanity comes back. Whoever said "If Mama ain't happy, nobody's happy" was on to something. I have a few friends, (you know who you are) who think I'm all cool and collected. Hardy har har! I got you fooled. Poppy is old enough now that I don't think I can blame postpartum hormones for my insanity! I love my kids with all my heart, I'm just not used to being on call 24/7. I forgot how much I enjoyed flying away and coming back. Coming back was always the best part. You miss them so much and appreciate all the little things, and they appreciate all the little things you do. I will admit, I always bring home something cool and exciting from Europe too. Love the shopping....alone! I asked the Husb today what he would do if I died. (Let me just quickly add...we just ate Mexican food...I ate so much I felt like I might die!) He responded, "I'd hunt you down and kill you". Now that's love! I'm feeling much better now. Took a quick cat nap while the kid was playing a Spongebob video game. I guess Mexican food can't kill you. Now I'm off to help with the making of Zubber army men. If you've never Zubbered...it's quite fun and it takes points off the Bad Mommy chart!

Cry Me a River!

2009-08-11T18:12:00.000-05:00

I'm not a big crier. Just when watching movies and some times commercials. Not in real life though. Warped, don't ya think? Well, today the Husb comes home and says he won't be home for dinner. WHAT? I won't be home for dinner either!!!!! Once in a blue moon, I actually have plans. Tonight is a recipe exchange with a Mom's Club I'm in. OK, not going to the Mansion or anything, but I have a tiny social life that doesn't involve having to haul the kids with me. Oh, and...these Mom's drink wine! Woohoo! Today I took Poppy to the Doctor for his four month shots. T was with us which only adds to the stress. Needless to say, the baby was not happy about the shots. So, when Husb announces he isn't gonna be home I have an Inner Freakout. If you don't know what that is...it's when all the cuss words you know explode in your head, your face starts turning red, you get really hot and tears start to surface. All the while trying to keep it inside. Husb has to do a Will Execution and this is the only time it can be done. I know what that means...income. I can't bitch...I'm on leave, bring in NADA! :( It's work...we're going to the lake tomorrow, suck it up Niki! So what...you already made your dip, so what that's the only reason you braved Walmart with two kids. (To get the ingredients) So what, you ate at crappy McDonalds for lunch because you promised the kid and even though he's four he can read McDonald's while at Walmart. But alas, the Husb saved the day! He calls my sister and she gets him outta the dog house for double booking. Awwww...thank God for favors and sisters that love your kids and for my sanity. It may seem like a little thing to some, but those that have had an Inner Freakout know just what I'm talking about.

The Color of Envy Green

2009-08-10T20:57:00.000-05:00

I have slide envy. Today we went to a friends for lunch and she has this awesome water slide that I must have. She got it at the beginning of the summer for more than half price from some woman off of Craigslist. T LOVES....I repeat...LOVES it! When I say slide, I don't mean some cheesy ass little water slide. I mean this awesome 9ft. wonder!!! Last month I started looking for one on Craigslist. Yes, I am a big fat copy cat. I don't care....friend has some really good ideas and says she doesn't mind. So anyhow, we get in touch with the same lady and she says she has one...$25 more than friend bought hers for. But, I don't care...I need that slide. Lady ends up giving us all kinds of excuses and we never get it. I am so sad. :( What I wonder is, where exactly does one get a bunch of $357 and up slides? Is there really such thing as a "hot" slide? Truthfully...I'm embarrassed to say, I don't care...I want that slide. Now I could go out to Target and pick one up, no problem. Only thing is, I'm cheap. I love that slide and I love how happy it makes the kid, but not to the tune of $300 bucks! Isn't she a beauty? How I wish I had a Banzi Plunge!

The Name Game

2009-08-07T09:35:00.000-05:00

In my humble opinion, your name says a lot about you. I think parents can really jack up a kid by giving them an odd name. That being said, I'm not a traditional name kinda girl. The Husb...well, that's a whole different story. I do like traditional names, just didn't care to name my kids them. Husb would of been great with David, Luke or Michael. Me...not so much. Thus begins The Name Game. Who's gonna win. Hopefully the kid. My Cousin is a teacher and boy & howdy, some parents must of been sipping from the bottle when they picked names. And I'm not talking baby bottle. I do think that the pregnant woman should get the final veto. Hey, I'm the one peeing every 30 minutes.

With our first kid we went thru EVERY freaking website and book we could get our hands on. Or should I say, I did! And don't ya know, I came up with his name while watching a Cowboy's game. I knew and insisted his middle name be after my Dad, John. That's kinda a hard middle name. Husb kept wanting to make John the first name and then pick a middle name to call him by. NO NO NO! I'm a Nicole...but go by Niki. I can't begin to describe what a pain in the ass it was my ENTIRE school life...Elementary, Jr. High, High School & College. Even being a lovely flight attendant. Roll would be called and I'd have to say, "I go by Niki". Not easy for a shy child. Of course, I have SO gotten over that shy business. At work, our trip rotations have your full name on them. Once again, "I go by Niki". For some reason, flight attendants can't seem to grasp..."I go by Niki" means call me Niki. It has been kinda nice at times. When telemarketers call and ask for Nicole, I know they don't know me. When flight attendants at work say, "Hi Nicole, great seeing you again!" I know they can't remember my name and are looking at my name tag.

Yes, technically my first born was named after a Dallas Cowboy. His last name that is. George Teague was playing and I wondered...hummm...what about Teagan? The Husb asked, "Is that even a real name?" I looked it up! Yes, it's Irish & Welsh, masculine meaning poet or Baird. Yeah! We found a name! Thanks George. Not very many people are named Teagan either. Only problem is in America most people use it as a girls name. Didn't find that out til after the fact. Damn, hope I didn't jack my kid up. One thing I love about his name is my pet nicknames. Sweet T, T-Bone, TJ, and most the most used, T. When he was little we couldn't understand a word he said, so we called his language Teaganeise.

Now, baby boy #2 comes along. Once again I start the search for the perfect name. The Husb didn't seem overly concerned. At all. So every once in a while I'd throw out names to get some feedback. I made sure to add totally outrageous ones just so the ones I really liked didn't seem so out there! (Great strategy, I must say!) Seamus was a favorite outrageous one. You should of seen the reaction to that one. So one day, I come up with a great name. Maddox! The Husb says he likes it! Yeah! So, in my mind, I think hey, we have his name. A few months later The Husb says, "We really need to pick a name." WTH? We (I) already picked a name, Maddox. The Husb says, "What? I don't like that name...AT ALL!" HELLLLOOO...yes you do! So there I was, back to square one. And a little ticked. The Husb comes up with the an idea and has been mentioning it every so often. We used my Dad's name with our first, we should use his Dad's name as the seconds middle name. I wasn't overly sold, until he struck a deal. Use his Dad's name, I get to pick the first name. Even if it's the hated Maddox. In theory, that sounds great. But oh....the pressure! I do not want to be responsible for jacking my kid up. That must be shared right? So, I come up with my master list. Top 3 McCoy, Truette & Rhett. In that order. Gotta have those nicknames too! Loved McCoy, Mac, Mac-a-doodle, my little Macaroni! Truette, was gonna be True. Couldn't come up with anything for Rhett. The Husb decides Rhett is his favorite. OH NO...what are his nicknames gonna be? Sweet T had already started calling the baby Poppy months before he was born. You guessed it...Rhett is now Poppy. Oops...hope he isn't jacked up cause Poppy really is his nickname. Oh, I can't forget Rhetty Rue. Love little Poppy and love the name Rhett. Thanks Husb, you were right. And your welcome. (His Dad's name made the cut!)

When life gives you lemons!

2009-08-01T20:38:00.000-05:00

When life gives you lemons, sale lemonade! Got a call from my sister today. Two of her kids had set up a lemonade stand and they wanted us to join them. One of my fondest childhood memories was selling lemonade. Our house backed up to a street that was quite busy. I must of been about 10...surely my Mother wouldn't let my friend and I sale lemonade by ourselves if we were younger. Would she? Those were the days we just took off and came home before dinner. Mom "kinda" knew where we were. Man, we used to go FAR. No cell phone, no real idea where we were. Bazaar in this day and age of paranoia that we were able to do that no questions asked. Anyhow, one day my friend Kristin and I were back on the busy street selling away when a school bus stopped. I almost peed pants I was so excited. The bus driver bought all the kids on the bus a glass. Now it couldn't of been more then 4-5 kids...but it was awesome. I just remember being REALLY happy. So, today I get the call and can't get out of the door fast enough. There are a few reasons for that. My wonderful childhood memory, the Huzb was working, and my guilt level for letting T watch Spongebob yet again was ultra high. Ok, we had nothing better to do and were bored to tears. My Nephew is 12 and one smart kid. He had the cute 8 year old jumping around with the sign while he served up the lemonade. Come to find out, he thought it would be a great idea to have little 4 year old T help attract the customers. The kids were planning to save $ for a few DS games. (Whatever those might be!) 12 year old was right on. Tons of cars stopped. T yelled and screamed "Gum...gum...gum...lemonade!" Until we screamed at him to stop screaming! (My nerves are shot). My Father was quite the salesman. He could sell anything. T must of inherited that trait. On the way over there I asked if he wanted some money to buy lemonade. He said "Yes, but I'll be selling these". He holds up a container of gum. People actually bought gum for 25 cents each. He could of made a killing but alas he chewed all his product. The kids did a great job making about $15. Not half bad for an hours worth of work. Maybe I should get into lemonade and gum sales for a little mad money. ;)

Where does time go?

2009-07-27T14:10:00.000-05:00

I haven't posted in almost a week. I must be a busy busy person! Ha, not. Went to the Dallas Farmers Market yesterday. I guess I just assumed the Husb knew the drill. First, we missed the exit. So I asked if he was taking the long way around. Then he misses the turn to shed 1 where all the local stuff is. So, I ask where he was going and get "the look" . Then he turns in a parking area behind shed 1 and I ask again where he's going. I guess I ticked off Mr. Cool as a Cucumber because he puts it in reverse and skids outta the parking lot. We end up parking a few Sheds over from Shed 1. Once we get outta the car and get the stroller out, I ask if he just wants to go home. He looks at me like I've lost my mind. I then tell him the reason why I like to park under Shed 1 is so when you fill up the stroller with veggies, you can drop them off at the car. He then gets REALLY irked and tells me to meet him at Shed 1. Now, we've been to the Farmers Market several times. I just assumed he was with me on the parking. Guess I could of mentioned that before we got down there. Oops...sorry.

The Dallas Farmers Market, in my opinion, is one more fine example of how the City of Dallas could screw up a rock fight. Not only is the stadium for THE Dallas Cowboys in Arlington, the City didn't even put up a fight for it. How 'bout them Arlington Cowboys? What about this bridge to No Where that will cost a trillion dollars? Can't wait to see the beautiful parks beneaath it. Too bad they will flood everytime it rains. Yes, it is called a flood plain for a reason. Now, back to the Farmer's Market. If some people would of had their way several years ago the vendors would of had to stop with their samples. You know, when the guy with the pocket knife cuts off a piece of canolope or watermellow for you to try. If you think it's unsanitary...just say no. Now they've taken the cool shed with all the furniture and individual vendors and enclosed it. Great idea...now it's air conditioned. Love it. Now why isn't that working? Well, last year the furniture people said they were told they had to move. So they just went back to having one store, in Ft. Worth I think. The lovely shed with the A/C must be pretty expensive because there were a total of 6 vendors. One was closed. It wasn't a quarter occupied. So sad. I'm hoping it's because it's summer. But like I said before, The City of Dallas could screw up a rock fight.

I wonder if I can really complain. I live in Dallas County, but the City of Richardson. I can't vote in Dallas County....I don't have a say. Guess I better quit my bitching. We did get some yummy fruit and great dried pasta. T's favorite part was the guy that made balloon animals. He made T a dinosaur. Looks like a dog with lots of round white teeth. Pretty cute. Got a picture. Don't know how to get it from my phone to this site though. Sorry. The Husb even had me take a picture of the balloon guy and T. The thing is, Balloon Guy didn't have any front teeth. I didn't really take a picture. Oops.

Things that make you say...Hummm

2009-07-21T10:02:00.000-05:00

I love getting hand me downs. For the 4 year old, I get stuff from my cousin and also from a friend. This friend is actually my sisters ex-boyfriend from college. (That in itself might make you go...hummmm!) So, sister has a box of stuff from friend and leaves it in our garage while we're outta town. It was swallowed in the pit of hell so I didn't notice it until I was told where it was left. Word to the wise, never go thru a box of winter clothes in the summertime while a four year old is watching. I am now the proud parent of a kid that wears cowboy boots everyday with shorts. Without sock....hummmm!

We've lived in our house for about 11 years. We are in an older neighborhood and have young families as well as older people that have lived here for 30+ years. Our block captain is an interesting lady. If I was to guess, she has been here 30+. Another neighbor was trying to identify who I was talking about and said, "Oh, you mean the lady that smokes when she walks." Yep, that's the one. Hummmm... So this lady and her husband like to sit in their front room and look outside. Everyday they throw bread crumbs...A LOT of bread crumbs in the middle of the street. I'm not sure what they are thinking. Do they do it because they like to look at the numerous birds and squirrels that gather...in the middle of the street? Do they do it because they want to slow down drivers? Do they do it so they can watch the drivers mow down innocent animals? Do they do it to piss off the neighbors? Hummmm... I gotta add that I have never hit a bird or squirrel. I have also spoken sharply to the Husb to slow the hell down so he doesn't kill an animal. My neighbor across the street has however only lived in the neighborhood a couple of years and just might not of gotten use to these street obstacles. That resulted in him hitting a dove a couple of months ago. Poor guy felt so bad he took it to the vet. Never did ask what happened to it. This whole thing makes me wonder if this couple is sitting in their front room snickering as people slam on their brakes and swear. Hummmm....

It's Saturday night...

2009-07-18T21:46:00.000-05:00

It's Saturday night 9:47...do you know where your husband is? Mine just headed off to poker. Yes, at 9:47. He stayed around to put the kids to bed and watch a little Ace of Cakes with me and then headed out. Ok, I must be old old old, cause I can't think of anything besides cake that would get me to leave the house and start my night this late. I remember in college this is when we actually went out. I'm so over that! Now, I'm glad the Husb went. It's good that he gets out and has fun...for a couple of reasons. First, he really needs to chill. He works hard and deserves down time. There also is a chance he'll came home with a little extra $. Maybe not a ton since I heard my BF's husband will be there. He kicks butt at poker and doesn't take names. The guy is also lucky, wins actual money on scratch offs. Who does that? The second reason it's good the Husb gets out is cause I can always use the, "Hey, you always go to poker" argument. Truthfully, I never have to though. I'm married to Mr. Layed Back, it takes A LOT to get me going. Nice since I'm Mrs. Don't Even...

The Husb has been quite happy today. He just got a new gas smoker we ordered for his birthday. Pretty sweet, I'll have to say. Family gave him gift certificates which paid for most of it...or so I thought. Ya know when you get something new, you HAVE to get all the accessories. I haven't mentioned it before, but I am a pampered wife. I can cook. I don't have to cook. When I met the Husb, he was restaurant manager. He can cook just about anything, just the way you like it. Kinda ruins going to restaurants sometimes. Why spend the $ when his is better? A friend once told me he hoped we never broke up cause he wouldn't know what side to pick. This coming from a guy I've known 10 years longer than my husband. He's that good a cook!!! Tomorrow The Husb is breaking in the new smoker with a 10lb pork butt. Yummm...pulled pork sandwiches! We also have been privileged to get a friends Spicy Mustard Sauce recipe. It's so good, you'll slap your Momma. I just might since we invited her and my sister's family over. (I sometimes feel like slapp'in family members..bahahahaha. If your a family member and reading this, I'm not talking about you!) You gotta love family, oh and smoked pork....chicken...ribs. That's what we're having this week! Weehee!

People are....

2009-07-16T18:19:00.000-05:00

People are not very smart. Ok, I'll just say it. People are stupid. They do stupid things that are not thought out. So today, I'm cruising thru Facebook. One of my favorite past times. I like seeing what the heck everyone else does all day. Some people tell you all their problems which makes you thankful for your little ones. Also makes ya wonder why they tell all. I certainly wouldn't. I've been told that I say everything I feel. What a load of crap. If I even said 75% of what I thought I wouldn't be on speaking terms with several people. I'm not saying I'm perfect. FAR from it, but damn, I do have some common sense and not a ton of patience for those that don't. Anyho, I'm cruising thru FB and I see that a "friend" from high school...I'm not gonna lie, I wouldn't know her if I saw her. But like I was saying, I see this friend has posted some pictures. So even though I don't really know her, I start clicking thru them. I come across this one picture of a kid in a booster seat sitting next to a teenager that is holding another kid. Now here comes the stupid part. The teen has the seat belt around her and the kid. WTH? I'm sorry if you've ever done this, but yes, I'm calling you stupid. I can't tell you the number of times on the airplane that I have had to tell people not to put the seat belt around both them and their lap child. They look at you like you've lost your mind. WHAT? And why wouldn't I want to protect my child from turbulence? Because, imagine slamming the brakes on in a car. Ya know how that seat belt cuts into you when you stop? How about the weight of your body cutting kiddlet in half. OHHHHHHHH....eye's get really big as they rip that belt off. Moral of my story...I realize kids suck your brain out. I am a victim, but lets use some common sense.

It's the little things!

2009-07-14T16:25:00.000-05:00

This summer we have scheduled 8 swim lessons for T. Everyday this week I get to load up the baby and kid at 10:30 and head out. As you know, it's hot as hell and we have to get them over with early, hence the time. My favorite part of this whole routine is putting the baby in his car seat. We keep the seat on top of the dryer. Can't keep it anywhere else cause the damn cats will pee in it. ( I believe I've mentioned my cats behavior problems. Might of skipped the part about not being able to leave ANYTHING on floor. Well, maybe some things are ok. Like mine and the kids flip flops. Found out a few months ago a cat had an issue with the Huzbs. Nothing like a man cussing because he slipped his feet in cat peed shoes. I always use caution.) Anyhow, I always put something in the baby carrier because said cats have been known to get on the dryer and piss on things there. I've been putting the box of dryer sheets right on the inside edge of the carseat and then I pull the sun shade all the way down. I then balance the carrier on the edge of the dryer so if a cat attempts to pee, he'll bust his ass. Kinda like a cat boobie trap. Speaking of boobie traps, in the past we've had problems with a cat getting on the counter while we're outta town and unrolling the paper towels. We then get home to half the paper towels unrolled and piss all over that and the counter. The cat in question started doing this while we were home. The Husb decided to set up a boobie trap by taking packing tape and putting it sticky side up on the counter. We really knew which one was doing it. Or so we thought. For years I'd been sticking Emerson's nose in pee and spanking him. (Obviously doesn't work) and low and behold it was the other damn cat doing it. And I thought all Junior (2nd cat) did was shit in the corner. I can't describe the guilt....until I remembered Emerson pees in plants.

Now what was the point to this story? It makes me really happy when I put the baby in his car seat, cause it smells like dryer sheets. Just like freshly washed clothes.

Cool it!

2009-07-12T10:38:00.000-05:00

I've decided I'm delusional. I actually thought there was a slim possibility that I wouldn't have to participate in ice skating yesterday. Why I thought they let people on the ice in flip flops is also beyond me. After putting skates on T and the Niece I figured out really quickly that he was going NO WHERE! I got him on the ice and he froze. Excuse the pun. Poor guy looked at me thru the plexiglass like he was gonna cry. Crap, crap, crap. I marched my happy ass up to the counter, paid my $4 and got a pair of skates. Just as I was finished putting them on, I hear familiar laugher. Yes, a good friend thought it was quite funny that I was having to skate. It was really funny til I informed her there wasn't a chance in hell that her 4 year was gonna hop on the ice like Mike Modano. Hehe...she skated too. I'm really proud of both of us. We did quite well and didn't even embarrass ourselves! (Or better yet, hurt ourselves!) The kids did ok too. Of course today my arm is killing me from yanking the kid up off the ice over and over and over again. That was one of the longest hour and a half of my life. I'll admit it was kinda fun, blisters and all! Oh and I got to wear a jacket when it was 103 degrees outside. Cool.

Apparently Brad did indeed call yesterday. I must of been in the shower. By the time Husb got home and called him back, he was already in Flower Mound and couldn't come by. The Husb sprayed himself and it looks like between removing the plants and that, the ants have vacated. We don't need no stink'in Brad!

I just read on Yahoo that the Union that represents Northwest Flight Attendants, (now Delta since we merged.) are bitching because the hideous red dress only goes up to a size 18. The rest of the uniform piece go up to size 28. Are you freaking kidding me? 28? I am by NO means a small girl...but we have flight attendants that are a 28? How in the hell do they fit in the jumpseat???? You can't use a seatbelt extension either. I will admit I sat by a girl once that only had the shoulder harness on. I'm guessing she couldn't get the seatbelt part fastened. I didn't say anything. I know in an emergency that would be no good. But really, how do you approach that? Anyhow once we're totally merged we will again have to vote on the Union. I once again will vote NO. I think and Delta is claiming they are only bring this up to stir the pot before the election. I'll have to say, some people do look nice in the red dress. Most do not. I'm not a size 8 and wouldn't dream of wearing it. It also sticks out and everyone thinks your in charge. I'd rather nobody speak to me unless spoken too. I just can't imagine why a large lady would want to wear something only a size 4 looks really good in. Propaganda I say! BTW for those who don't know, I'm an original Delta drink lady and am loyal. (Even when I feel their screwing me sometimes...it's like family, you forgive cause when it comes down to it, it's a cool job.)

Hahahahahhahaha!

2009-07-11T09:30:00.000-05:00

Ok, I just noticed the Google ad on my page is advertising for Pest Control..."Ants bothering you?" LMAO!!!! Maybe I need to start posting about other things. Dang, that's funny.

Random thoughts...

2009-07-11T09:03:00.000-05:00

Brad (pest control guy) is SUPPOSE to come out today. Haven't heard from him. Seems like vacuuming the flying ants worked. Also looks like my plants on the kitchen window seal just might have been a home for them. Oops, my bad. I put the plants outside and now we only have a few ants.

I think the Husb has been living in a cave. I found out yesterday that he'd never been to Ikea. Are you kidding me? How can you never have gone to Ikea? Mr. Daredevil has spent the last two days going to the movies with Grandmother & Cousins. (Halleuah!) So after lunch, Baby, Husb and I went to Ikea. His comment about it was it's like it own self contained amusement park. There was even a family laying on one of the bed video taping. Just like Disney World...or the Zoo...weird. I think you can drop the kids off in the play area for 2 hours. I've made plans with friends to do just that and use the entire 2 hours. Sad, I know. We don't even have shopping to do. Hey, it's freaking hot outside and this is free. Too bad they don't serve beer.

Today we are headed to the Stars Center for an Ice skating party. Brilliant idea in this heat. My biggest hope is Mr. D can figure out how to skate and I can sit on the sidelines and gossip. I really really don't want to have to slide around on the ice in flip flops trying to help. Happy to say the Husb is hanging with baby so I have one less thing to worry about. Give me another Halleuah!

(Side note: my spelling truly sucks. How come spell check doesn't have the word Halleuah? Is it spelled so wrong that there is absolutely no recognition?)

The Ants Go Marching One by One..

2009-07-08T17:39:00.000-05:00

Happy to say Brad has finally been called. Our nice tiny black ants in the kitchen have sprouted wings. I also think we have some sort of poltergeist going on in the kitchen. We just replaced two of the can light bulbs for the second time and both went out within a day of each other. Some very strange sounds were coming from the lights before the"event". It's either a pissed off ghost OR perhaps we have an ant infestation in the attic and they've gotten into the lights. Brad should let us know on Saturday. In the meantime Brad told us to vacuum the bunches of winged ants that congregate along the edge of the ceiling. Last night when going into the garage to get the mini vac, I was accosted by a turtle size roach. No doubt one Brad left from his last visit. When just talking out loud, (because I really don't want an answer) I wondered if Brad was going to try and charge us for the next visit. The Husb said well why wouldn't he? BECAUSE we paid him $140 for jack shit perhaps? I better stick around on Saturday, less we be screwed yet again.

No, I will not...

2009-07-06T17:17:00.001-05:00

So when you go to the doctors office can you tell them you won't be weighing today? I really hate that one part. (Oh and every other part too...lets be honest.) Anyhow, went to the Internist, wussed out and got on the scale. Not as bad as I thought. Up 6 pounds. I'll take it. All is well with the blood pressure. For those not aware, I had super duper kill ya kind of BP toward the end and right after my FINAL pregnancy. I didn't even get in trouble for discontinuing one of my meds! Yep, I think I know best and I guess I was right. Happy to say I don't have to return for another 3 months. I was instructed to lose 15-20 pounds. Hummm...

I've been thinking about how to "off" my two cats. Yes, they were once my "babies", but now that I have real babies and the cats are pissing and shitting all over the house, I'm about done. (Wow, look at that run on sentence. Yikes.) I often wonder if it really works to spank a cat. I caught Emerson pissing in a plant the other day and gave him a good of couple wacks. I'm not usually violent...but damn this house smells like cat piss and I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE! My sister came in the other day and said my house smelled like our Grandmother's. (She had no cats) She said it smelled musty. Duh, smell a little harder. It's called piss. She said it doesn't usually smell. Ya think? Every time someone comes over I light candles and scrub the floor. God forbid I get a drop in. Which I HATE! We actually ripped up the bedroom carpet last year and painted the floor. All because of piss. One can only use so much Lysol Cleaner. I guess my first babies will have to stay. They are 13, so I only have what....another 5 years? Shit. And piss.

Kids kids everywhere!

2009-07-05T20:35:00.000-05:00

Yep, just got back from the lake again. Sounds like we're there all the time...we're not, I just don't have a ton going on I guess. In other words, my life is rather boring. Damn there were a lot of kids out there this weekend! They seemed to travel in a herd. The best part (I'm a horrible Mother) was when they all went over to the neighbors. It's got to be the slide...they have a slide!!! Ok, the Mom also does Jetski rides while 17 year old brother launches the kids into the water. I even heard that my sweet T (4) was the top tier on a four man pyramid. Be still my heart!!! That boy was Mr. Daredevil! He'd fly thru the air, hop on a Jetski and flip off the dock all with a big grin on his face. That's Mama's boy! Worst part...when all the kids come in for lunch. It's like a freaking feeding frinzy. Animals I say!

The weather was once again hot as hell. Nothing like a baby laying on you when you have sweat rolling down your back. The beer was cold cold cold! Yum-me! Each 4th of July, I wonder what the husbands really spend on the fireworks. I don't REALLY want to know cause it might tick me off. I've heard rumor that last year it topped $600. WTH? They are a bunch of little kids out there, lining up the big boxes of bang. They even use dynamite cord to set the whole thing off. Yikes, wondering when they burn down the boat house!!! But dang they were awesome this year. Sister, BIL and nephew hadn't been down before and were quite surprised and impressed by the display. Mr. Daredevil however was beyond afraid of the noise. Awwww...he does have fears! Poor guy...enjoyed watching it from inside. I must admit that it was quite nice in the 78 degree house. Thanks kid!

Last Day of June

2009-06-30T19:11:00.000-05:00

Not too bad considering last week was hotter than hell at over 100 degrees everyday. Killed a big roach this morning with my Croc. No, Brad has not been back yet. Had fun at a friends pool today. T loves swimming and baby Poppy loves not napping while we're out. What's with that? Can I really complain since he sleeps almost all night? Yes, I think I'm a complainer so waaa waaaa waaaa!!!!

On a side note, I really like wine. I think I've gained back all the weight I lost by being pregnant. Yeah, I lost 20 pounds from my original weight. The wine may have effected that number, but after a few glasses I look much better and really don't give a damn. I'm feeling a bit down today, I think because I feel like I don't have a "job" and don't get a pay check. Only 11 more months to go. Don't get me wrong, love the the not having to fly and actually work thing...kinda. I think I miss the cool layovers and interesting food and condiments I always brought home. Need me some German Horseradish. Maybe if I were rich I wouldn't care because I could shop and decorate and lay by my new pool...the one with the fountain that we just got cause we're rich.

Insect insanity

2009-06-26T21:00:00.000-05:00

Roaches everywhere! About a month ago, Brad from a Pest Control company came out to spray for ants and roaches. I swear to God the man brought a suitcase full of roaches and dumped them in an undisclosed location in our house. Guess what I paid for this suitcase full of roaches?????? ONE HUNDRED & FORTY FREAKING DOLLARS! Did I mention that they are the gigantic water roaches???? Can you tell I'm pissed off right now? Oh and I'm happy (NOT) to say that the ants are still enjoying their home on the kitchen window seal. If I have to say, "We really need to call Brad" one more time, I might possibly be "that" woman on the evening news.

Brad...your on my hit list.

(The name of the Pest Control company has been edited as of 7-11-09 due to advice from the Husb (Mr. Attorney) that I shouldn't post the name because of liability. Yeah, like OK, Brad is really going to be reading my blog. Maybe when I'm famous or monkeys fly outta my butt. But alas, as you see, I took the advice.)

My First Time

2009-06-24T21:48:00.000-05:00

Do your remember your first time? Mind outta the gutter please! First time blogging that is. The Husb suggested I start one. He said I'd be good at it. I think he just wants me to do something besides bug him while he's working. I've been following my Niece's blog. She's pretty damn funny and has lots of interesting things to say. I'm ok funny and don't have much to say. Hey, she's in Europe and I'm sitting on my couch. Who has a more interesting life?

Got back from the lake on Sunday. I've decided I won't be vacationing with relatives. Ok, they were the in-laws. I don't want to vacation with mine or his. I think the older I get the more annoying everyone else is. I'll blame it on the postpartum hormones for now and as long as I can. I have admit, I did have a really good time when I wasn't listening to golf on the highest volume setting. The kiddlet loves loves loves the water! He cracks me up and wears me out. I must be getting old. Need more wine!