How to get a hillbilly nickname.

1. Give birth to a son.
2. Give birth to a daughter.
3. Daughter, in her quest to say "brother" begins to call said son "Bubba".
4. Start referring to son as Bubba to the dismay of your family members. (only on your side of the family, since your own husband was born a redneck)
5. Just to drive your own mother crazy, start referring to said daughter as "Sissy".
6. Continue this for years on end. Bubba. Sissy. Bubba. Sissy. Bubba. Sissy.
7. Note that this is confusing out in public when you move to said husband's redneck town and everyone else is referring to their children as Bubba and Sissy.
8. Find joy in your ability to blend into this small town thanks to the innocent speech of your beloved daughter.
9. Shake your head in dismay that you are now a small-town girl yourself.

Top ten reasons you know you are now a small- town girl

10. You are comfortable calling your children Bubba and Sissy in public.
9. You know more about people you don't even know than you did about the people you did know growing up.
8. You are a flying goose. (Go geese, go!)
7. Your son wears camouflage.
6. People just walk into your house unannounced since you never lock your doors.
5. If you lose your keys, you can usually run out to your car and find them in your ignition.
4. If they're not in the ignition, they're most likely sitting right there in your purse which you left on the passenger seat with the window rolled down.
3. Your children repeatedly use the word "crick" even though you have sing-songingly announced to them "it's a creek you freak!" (or worse yet, they say "ain't" - yikes!!)
2. You get frustrated when you have to go "all the way across town" for something which could mean up to a 6 minute drive!!
1. And the number one reason you know you are now a small town girl is because you have made more friends in 6 years than you ever made in your entire life.

Who cares if your kids have hillbilly nicknames!

Well, crap!

Sunny tagged me. I can't tag anyone! I don't know anyone else who blogs. :(

I will send a note out to some of my friends so that maybe I can pass this along, but we'll have to put it off a day or two. Sorry Sunny! (and my middle name has 7 stinkin' letters too!)

I do read a few blogs, but those people don't know who I am. Anyway, one of them cracks me up. She's always putting funny things that her kids say in her blog, so today I am going to copy her.

Trixie, at the ripe ole age of 2, has decided that she, too, is a comedienne. (Her comedic brother encourages this to my dismay.) Now, I wouldn't mind so much except that she is learning her humor from Bubba. Most of Bubba's humor is potty-related or similar. Surprise! He is 9 1/2 after all.

Anyway, to get to the point...there is a Dora episode called SuperBabies, and of course there is a little SuperBabies song to go with it. Trixie decided she was going to change the words. She stood on the bed and proceeded to shake her groove thing while singing these made up words and at several points was cracking herself up so much she could barely talk/sing. Here are the new lyrics:

SuperBooty, SuperBooty.

Oh, not funny enough you say? How about

SuperPoopy, SuperPoopy...followed by SuperPee, SuperPee.

Well, if that wasn't enough, maybe

SuperBoobies, SuperBoobies will get you laughing. Lord knows she was in hysterics over her cleverness. Yes, this is my beloved offspring. The one who loves to run around the house nekkid saying "Nakey booty, nakey booty" and shaking her hips back and forth like a goofball.

Gotta love her. :)

Early to bed, early to rise....

Okay, one of my new goals (this one is like a New Year's Resolution because I proclaim it will be done every.single.year. but it never is...) is to go to bed earlier and get up earlier. I hate mornings! I would be soooo happy to stay up until 2am everyday and then sleep until noon.

This doesn't mesh well when you are a mom.

I love staying up late because it is so quiet and peaceful . Oddly enough - this is what morning people say too, but the biggest difference is that at night I am actually AWAKE, as opposed to mornings when I am nothing even close to AWAKE.

I need to move to Vegas. Or Miami. Or homeschool my kids.

Just a few more minutes will be fine....it's only 10:06 now.

Slip Slidin' Away

Okay - I don't know if there's a way to label pictures, but this is Bubba with Ozzie (left) and Mina (right). I don't remember what they were looking at. Probably the cat.

Slip slidin' away. That's me. Happens every winter. Arrrgh. (no, I'm not a pirate, just some p*ssed off chick) I NEED sunshine.

We have had a week from hell with T having surgery last Monday then Ozzie started having seizures on Tuesday and continued with 8-10 a day until last night. He is seizure-free today. Yay! I thought we were gonna lose him this time. He was so out of it and could barely even walk on Thurs, Fri & Sat. It makes me sick to think what that must be doing to him, and it takes such a toll on his body. Poor baby.

We took him to a doggy chiropractor on Saturday. She realigned him, took our money, then suggested a second visit on Wednesday. I don't think it did him any good, but probably no harm either, so he will go back on Wednesday am. She will be shocked when she sees how different he is. He usually growls at the vet, so they have to muzzle him. Trust me. If he growled at me, I'd want to muzzle him too. Scary. Anyway, he was a zombie for her on Saturday, so she will be in for a big surprise. Oh well! (I did give her a heads up about that on Friday!)

We also tried to start him on a dehydrated raw food diet. I knew I could never make the time to prepare his food for a raw food diet. Unfortunately, this stuff is crap. I mean, it's like oatmeal. Only green. And nasty looking. It looks like the plant food the "dad" feeds his kids in the Goosebumps movie "Stay Out of the Basement," which I'm sure everyone reading this has seen.
Ozzie took a couple bites/licks and his lips began to curl. Not a good sign. I'd give him an A for effort though, because he did attempt a few more bites. Then he walked away with nary a glance back. Fat Mina on the other hand, chowed the whole bowl down. Plus the samples we had made for them earlier. She's like Mikey from the Life cereal commercials. She'll eat anything. (and everything...and does this on a daily basis...)

Anyway, I could go on and on about my doggies, but I must state that I have been a terrible wife to T this week. I have barely helped him at all! I feel so guilty because I should have been taking care of him. I've been coming down with something and it has just sapped the energy out of me. Combine that with having to do a load of laundry EVERY time Ozzie seized (Yes, that was over 35 loads this week) and I barely said a word to him. Uggh. I feel like crap for that. Trixiebelle has also been sick, so extra demanding, and last night Bubba was in tears over a headache and needed a little extra TLC.

I love being a wife and mom. I love it more than I could ever imagine, but I just wish that T was a polygamist so that I had another capable woman here to help me all day long. (since we're the only ones who ever do sh*t!) Okay, well maybe I wouldn't like that so much, but I think you're getting the picture.

Well, I am going to try to post a picture of my Ozzie and see how that goes. And I'm going to try to end my post with 3 things I am grateful for today.

1. My doggy survived the torture his body endured this last week. I just adore him.
2. My kids still love me even if I have turned into a royal beotch over the last 8 or 9 months.
3. I still think my husband is totally hot after 19 1/2 years together.