Yes, we are

Second trip to OK. Caught in another horrible, torrential downpour. This time my car hydroplaned. Thank goodness we made it okay and didn't hit the "cliff" wall. Ugggh. So glad we won't be making this trip again.

I'm tired of it already.

Are we travel-jinxed?

We are in Oklahoma visiting T-Man. I'd like to be jumping for joy, but instead, I am sitting in the hotel room with Bubba and his 102 fever. What is up with all the sickness this summer while we are traveling???? (see Disney post)

Trixie got sick just as we were leaving...poor thing was in the car for 10 1/2 hours that day while fighting a 102 degree fever too! Then she had to ride another 4 1/2 hours the next day still feeling under the weather.

Now Bubba has it.

We all got in our swimsuits and left the hotel to go to a really cool looking water park this morning. Stopped by Walmart across the street from our hotel so we could get some sunscreen and a few other things. By the time we left there, Bubba was in tears and hanging all over me. I'm such an idiot! At breakfast this morning he asked to sit on my lap. WTH? He's almost 10, and trust me, he never does that. I should've known then he was getting sick. Okay, well, I did, but I was in denial.

Now Princess & Trixie are down in the hotel pool with their daddy, while I sit up here with Bubba who is sleeping after his dose of ibuprofen.

This stinks. We only have today and tomorrow.

Looks like it's not gonna be much fun. :(

I Miss Him

Well, my new reality is here. Yippee.

T-Man is gone, and will not be home with us to "live" for the next 18 months. He may be home for a few days at the end of July, and maybe he'll get leave when he's in Afghanistan, but I doubt that would be any sooner than March or April next year.

I miss him so much already.

Bubba will be 11 1/2 (he's almost 10) and will be halfway through 6th grade. He just finished 4th. T-Man will miss 2 of his birthdays.

Princess will be 9 1/2 (she's almost 8) and will be halfway through 4th grade - the grade Bubba just finished. She just finished 2nd. T-Man will miss 2 of her birthdays.

Trixiebelle will just be having her 4th birthday. 4TH!!!!! She's just a 2 year old baby right now! He should be coming home right around her birthday...hopefully he will only miss one, not two.

Wah, wah, wah. I can't deal with it. It sucks.

Avoiding the inevitable

Need I say more?

3 Hours from DISNEY!!!!!!

I'm logging on at our hotel...we are less than 3 hours from Disney!! We stopped so the kids could swim, we could eat, relax, and have an easy drive tomorrow.

Princess is sick (coughing, headache, earache - ugh!) Trixie is on an antibiotic. Keep your fingers crossed that we get better/stay healthy!

Can't wait to check out our hotel either. We are staying at Shades of Green this time. Gonna be sooooooo much fun! Hooray!! Disney - here we come!!

One Year Ago Today

One year ago today

* my sweet mom drove 2 hours to take care of Trixie so I could go on a field trip with Princess

* I went to see the play Mulan with my Princess

* At the end of the play, another mom said "you need to call home"

* I called my house & my mom pretended she knew nothing

* I checked my voicemail and there was a desperate message from my distraught husband saying "Lisa, you need to call me right away!"

* I called my husbands cell phone (he was 5 1/2 hours away on military duty) multiple times with no answer

* I called my mom again and begged her to tell me what happened

One year ago today I

*woke up in the morning and had a wonderful mother-in-law

One year ago today I

*went to bed without one.

The Sarcastic Princess

Once upon a time, there was a sarcastic princess. On the outside, she appeared lovely, sweet, and innocent, but on the inside.......

Princess: Mommy, remember like 6 months ago when you said you were going to make a list of chores and stuff for us to do?

Me: *blank stare* (as I never did accomplish the list making)

Princess: Yeah. How's that workin' for ya'?

What the hell month is this anyway?!?!?

Princess: Mommy, can I wear shorts today?

Me: Nope...it's been snowing outside!!


As far as I'm concerned this is MAY! Why the snow? Why, why, why????????

The Jokester strikes again

What's a tree's favorite kind of pop?


























Hold on................









































Oh, the suspense must be killing you...................................

Root beer.





Get it?! :)

A Story of Poop

"Mom, I'm going to tell you a story of poop.

Once upon a time there were two poops. They liked each other, so they got married.

They lived in a house.

And they lived crappily ever after."

Bwahahahahahaha.

Get it? Crappily ever after. My boy is a riot, I tell ya'!!!

Hangman is fun!!

Played Hangman with my kids yesterday (the board game version). They are just soooooooooo funny! It was Bubba & Princess vs. Mommy. They stumped me and ended up guessing my word first. This is the part I was stumped on:

__ E A __ E S

They were giggling and in hysterics the entire time. They were acting like it was a naughty word or something. The only thing I could come up with was LEAVES. Then they started acting like I was a complete moron!! Finally, they revealed the word. Are you ready?....

Wait for it.....................................................











P E A N E S

WTH??????? Then they died laughing. I told them that no wonder they stumped me - that wasn't a real word. They were like, "Yes it is! Duh Mom!" Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!

"PENIS!"

OMG!! Help me.

Hogs, I need hogs.

Anybody? Anybody?

You'd think living in the Hog Capital I would've found a hog by now.

I need a hog for a hog roast in May for the FRG.

Still waiting. Oh, and I will not be involved transporting it, cooking it, or looking at it while it's roasting.

But I might eat some of it. :)

Ken Lee

Ken Lee. Tulibu dibu douchoo. Ken leeeeee. Ken leeee anymore.

I freakin' love Bulgarian Idol. I wish I lived in Bulgaria.

Check out the face the female judge makes. Total and utter disbelief. Hee hee!

"What was that language?" "English." Bwahahahahahahahhaha.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_RgL2MKfWTo&feature=related

It's a GIRL!!

My baby sister had her 2nd child today - a GIRL! Hooray! Now Trixie will have a little girl cousin to play with at all the family get togethers.

I thought she was playing an April fools joke on me, and my kids thought I was playing one on them. LOL!

Congrats to Jenni & Josh (& Coop!) on baby Parker!!

The Wisconsin Dells, baby!!

We just finished Spring Break and were able to make our (almost) annual trip to the Dells to hang out with our great friends, Bart, Crisy & their daughter Samantha! I will post pics as soon as possible, but I took all my pictures with a disposable water-proof camera so they will probably suck.

We stayed at the Wilderness on the Lake. I think this was our 4th time at this resort. It's our favorite, although we don't have a lot to compare it to; We've been to Kalahari once and to the Polynesian one time in the summer.

If you stay on the lake, you get this beautiful view of the lake. (weird, huh?) It is soooo relaxing, and we spend more time in our room and the kids don't mind one bit. There are 3 bedrooms, 2 fireplaces, a full kitchen & huge table and a washer/dryer too. Oh, and did I mention the gigantic jacuzzi (which the kids love) and the two-headed shower, which the adults love. :)

The year before last was our Napolean Dynomite year (it was constantly playing on the main tv in the living room.) This year it was a Superbad year. :) We had to be more careful with this one. No kiddos allowed, cause Superbad is, well, SUPER BAD!! (and super funny)

Tim made his world famous chorizo burritos for breakfast, which made Crisy a very happy girl. They were super yummy! I drank a lot of $7.50 margaritas. Too many. They were also super yummy. I may have even had one with my chorizo burrito breakfast. I'm not sure though...it's all kind of a blur to me.

Just kidding! I know my limits, and I do have children to watch. Around water. (Please don't read my other post about the fire.) But anyway......

We have a long history with B & C. Bart hired Tim right out of college to work for him at Foot Locker. Yeah, that's a whole other story, but they immediately clicked and Crisy was the first wife of one of Tim's friends that I ever really clicked with. She is awesome. It has been a 19 year friendship for the four of us! Wow! I just realized that. Man...that's a long time! We have sooooo many great stories and memories between the four of us, that it is always an awesome time of reminiscing and making lots of new memories too.

Samantha & Princess were born exactly 4 weeks apart so the three kids really have a great time together. (most of the time - lol!) They live in Wisconsin now (traitors), but we FIBs have just stayed put in the better state. (yeah, ask around to find out what a FIB is if you don't know)

Anyway, we don't see each other nearly as much as we did in the good old no-kids days back in Chicago, but we still get together several times a year. They do most of the driving to us because of our dog situation, and have made it for just about every Hog Days since we've been here. (and why wouldn't they?) We love 'em!

Anyway, it was a great time and I highly recommend the Dells to anyone who wants a great, relaxing, somewhat expensive vacation. :)

What is, what was, what could've been

Well, Friday and Saturday I was at a conference for the Family Readiness officers for T-Man's unit. It was very informative and beneficial and I feel a lot better about things now. Yay!

The conference was held at the Doubletree suites in Wood Dale, IL which was strangely right down the road from my "what was". In 1994 I took a job opportunity with Household Retail Services in their collections department. I quickly worked my way up and by the time I left there a few years later, I was working in sales.

When I was pregnant with Bubba in 1998 I was working with Transamerica Distribution Finance and had a company car and a base salary that is double what I'd be making if I went back to teaching. I also was on track to earn about $15,000 in bonuses that year. (which I received part of when they downsized the outside sales department at the end of '98) That was a lot of money back then. Heck, I'd be happy to be making that now - 10 years later!

Anyway, I don't say any of this to sound bragadocious or conceited or stupid, or however else I might sound, but I say this because of my trip to Wood Dale, IL over the weekend. Since Doubletree was literally on the same road across from the Industrial Park I worked in at HRSI, I decided I would take a little trip down memory lane and drive by my old stomping grounds.

As I drove down Mittel Blvd I began to feel a panic attack coming on (yeah, it wouldn't be my first) and I wasn't sure why. My throat started closing and I felt like I was suffocating - I couldn't breathe. I was suddenly overcome with a flood of emotions and flashbacks of old friends, business associates, accomplishments and visions of my former self - a career-driven, motivated, determined, successful young married woman with no kids.

Wow! What happened to her?! She is so far gone from who I have become today, it is frightening. It's hard to believe I was ever her. As I sat there staring into the building that used to hold my cubicle, I felt a real sense of loss for who I was and what I could've been. I was literally crying. I look at my husband's success and I can't believe that he and I were on similar career paths back then making about the same amount of money. Could I have accomplished as much as he has? Could I be stimulating my mind and challenging my intellect and bringing home a big, sweet, paycheck every week? It was mind boggling and made me feel bad for my sad, pathetic self.

I had to get out of there. As I drove out of the parking lot, down Mittel Blvd and back onto Thorndale I immediately noticed a sense of calm overtaking me. The sense of loss was disappearing as quickly as it had engulfed me. I thought again to the person that I was back then and realized how much I had sacrificed and put at risk - my marriage, my friendships, my family - and would have continued to sacrifice if I had followed that path.

To think that I wouldn't have been around for Bubba's first steps, or Princess' first "I love you" or Trixie's first smile. Heartbreaking. To think that there might never have even been any of them is even worse.

Of course, I also thought about T and all that he has done to make our lives what they are today. Although I wasn't happy about it, I agreed to move to the Hog Capital and it is here that I have really felt like I found my home. We NEVER had that in Chicago. Aside from leaving the home that we had built and I loved, there was nothing else, and no one else that we were really leaving behind.

It's not like I've made a boatload of friends since I've moved here, but I have made several - I found my BFF and many other amazing women that I know I could turn to for just about anything.

Because of T, I have been able to be a stay at home mom and be there for class parties, field trips and most importantly, we were able to give our kids over 5 amazing years living one mile from an incredible Grandma that they would lose way too soon.

Because of T, I have never had to sacrifice any wants or needs and have been able to buy things for myself and my kids on a whim.

We're not rich. In fact, for the first few years we lived here - it was no different than Chicago. Thanks to our HUGE amount of debt, we lived paycheck to paycheck, but we still did what we wanted. It's the Generation X mentality I guess. If we wanted something, we still bought it, or if we had a chance to go out for a nice dinner, we took it. (We are finally at the point in our lives where we are not just maintaining our debt, but paying it down. Hooray!)

But I digress. There is so much I want to say about all that I was able to think about being ALONE in a hotel room for several hours and ALONE in a car for the trip there and back. (when was the last time that ever happened?!)

I could go on and on and on. In fact, I see that I am! :)

Can I just end this post with a few more things?

I love my husband. I am so thankful for all that he does for us (and our country) every day.
I love my kids. I am so thankful that I have been able to be a stay at home mom for them.
I love where I live. Sure, I miss the malls, the restaurants, the shows, the diversity, the beautiful homes and the energy of a big city, but it is not what I need anymore. I am so thankful that I get to drive my kids (a whopping quarter mile) to school and am never more than a minute away from them if they need me. I am so thankful that I live somewhere where there are women, not even friends per se, to hug me and comfort me on a ride home from a fieldtrip when I found out I had lost my mother in law, and by the time I walked through my front door several hours later, already had cards and food left on my front porch with more to come several times a day for the next couple of days. Wow. Sorry, Chicago suburbs, but it just wouldn't have happened there.
I love who I have become. I am not perfect...I went from one extreme to the other in terms of dress, personality, etc., but I am working my way back up to a middle ground. Recapturing who I was and mixing it with who I became to make myself into who I want to be. I am a work in progress. I have a long way to go, but my little visit to Wood Dale, IL has made me see things a bit clearer, and for that I am very thankful.

Bulgarian Idol...WTH??????

Oh. My. Freakin'. Goodness.

He's bad. He's bad. You know it. Sham-on. Dah.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S-HidjM1sg4

More sadness :(

This is my gorgeous baby girl, Princess. She looks a lot older than 7 here, doesn't she?!

I don't like my blog to be a downer. I want people to read it and laugh a little, but I guess if they cry a little too, that's okay. My little Princess has a wonderful teacher, Mrs. T, who has just suffered a huge loss. Yesterday, her dh passed away after complications from a stroke. It is heartbreaking. They are both in their 40s, and that is just too young! Please pray for Mrs. T and their 3 children as they face these difficult days ahead. I know how hard it has been to deal with our loss of Sharon, but I can't even imagine the emptiness she will face having to go home alone.

Give your hubby an extra hug today for life is really sometimes too short.

Oh, I forgot!

I want to try to remember some of the funny things Trixie says since she's still so little.

Today she was hitting me (yup, I'm a mom of a 2 year old) because she didn't want to take a nap. She threw such a screaming, crying fit that she made herself throw up all over herself, my jeans, my comforter & my sheets. Cool. Thanks.

Then when she woke up, she looked at me and smiled and said, "I hit Mommy. I say sorry now." Hee hee. That's the first time she's ever added that second line.

Then when I was getting her ready for bed, she passed a little gas and said "That was a stinker in my butt." Then -

"Mommy has stinkers in her butt. Sissy has stinkers in her butt. Bubba has a wein...Bubba has stinkers in his butt. Daddy has stinkers in his butt."

Thank you for that darlin'. And I forgive you for getting a little sidetracked when you about told me that Bubba had a weiner. See you in the mornin'!

RAKs, I've got RAKs.

Okay, so in an effort to get people to actually comment on my blog, I offered up some RAKs to the first five Peas to make at least 2 comments on my blog. (if you're wondering what a Pea is, then you have already disqualified yourself - lol!.....and if you're wondering what a RAK is, you are doubly disqualified)

Anyway, I got a few comments, but I think only two of them gave me 2 comments! (Miss French Jessica and wholarmor - thanks guys! I haven't forgotten about you!!) Now what do I do? RAK them or not? I mean, I did say 2 comments, right? Are you all trying to go all NSBR on me and ignore the TOU?!!??!!! Come on now -help a girl out!

So, if you are a PEA, and you made only ONE comment, come on in here and make one more so I can RAK you baby!!

I'll put some together this weekend and peamail you for your addy. Buh-bye!

Checkin' in...

Just haven't felt like bloggin' the last few days.

Long story short, Trixie climbed up on the dining room table and decided to blow out a candle. Instead, she caught her hair on fire. If I hadn't walked in right that second...........

Well, I can't even think too long about it. It makes me sick to my stomach.

Things can change in an instant. I love my kids so much. I don't know how I would live without any one of them.

Anyway, as I was slapping her upside the head (to put out the fire!) I think I pressed some of the flames onto her forehead, which caused a few burns. Nothing major. Trip to the ER and some silver sulfadiazine and she's almost as good as new. (yes, I italicized and highlighted that for a reason......see below:)

Nurse: Any allergies?

Me: No, except I really don't want her to have sulfa because I had a really bad allergic reaction to it and so have some other members of my immediate family.

Nurse: Okay. Well, this is just silver, it doesn't have any sulfa in it.

Me: Okay, great!

On package in big letters: Silver Sulfadiazine. Hmmmmm...interesting.

Anyway, she's fine with it. But one day there were two spots on her head that turned bluish-silverish-purple and I had a moment of panic.

Not only did I leave a burning candle unattended, then left a 2 year old unattended (okay, I was with her in the kitchen seconds before and she had been in the dining room all of one minute I think), then I smacked her upside the head to put out the flames, which probably caused the burn marks on her forehead, then I allowed her to have sulfa applied to her face, which then began to turn her face blue.

Oh my heck, I'm going to be raising a blue man/girl :
http://www.kval.com/news/local/12648491.html

What have I done? What have I done?!

Anyway, it didn't turn out that way. She's okay. Really. And I will be too after some therapy.

Hubby say wha?! (said in my best Hannah Montana voice)

I have to share this precious peek into my home life. A few days ago T-man was getting Trixie ready to go in the car, and we had this insightful little conversation:

T-Man: "Where are her shoes?"

Me: "She wasn't wearing any." (meaning we had not gone anywhere yet today so I hadn't brought any downstairs or set any out)

T-Man: "Where are they?"

Me: "She wasn't wearing any." (I repeated)

T-Man: "But where are they?"

Me: "Well, I guess they're with all her shoes!" (getting slightly annoyed at this point)

T-Man: "Yeah. Where is that?"

Hubby say wha?!!

Are you frickin' kidding me? He doesn't know where her shoes are?! Okay, considering she shares a room with Princess and they have a teeny tiny closet, you'd think I'd be willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. However, also considering the fact that the girls have 4 large shelves above Princess' dresser, and Trixie's shoes have been (overflowing and falling off) on the bottom shelf for 2 years IN PLAIN VIEW, it's not gonna happen. No benefit of the doubt for me.

Me: "Do you mean to tell me you don't know where we keep Trixie's shoes?! Are you frickin' kidding me?!?!?!?!??!?!?!??!!?!??!?!?!?!?"

And then I had to take a deep breath, calm down and remind myself of the limited, precious time I have left with my darling hubby. So I told him where to go. (Hee, hee. No, not that kind of telling him where to go. I was helpful. Informative. Now he knows.)

The end.

Come and check out my book reviews

As of May 1st of last year, I had read like 15 books. Or more. I can't really remember. But anyway, I was in mid-book, a sequel even, when Sharon passed away unexpectedly.

Suddenly, I became ADD (or maybe I've always been?!) and couldn't finish the doggone book! I tried a few others after that, but couldn't get past the first few pages.

I worked my way up to newspapers and magazines, and finally decided that I was going to read a stinkin' book! All of these women on Two Peas were posting about the great books they were reading or recommended. I began to feel book envy. I decided it was time to make my move. I raided my half.com stash down in my scrapbooking room. (thanks mom!) I found a couple that looked okay.

Heathen Girls by Luanne Jones was my first read. Go check out my other blog and see what I thought of it! http://lisasbookreviews.blogspot.com/

Up next: The Tenth Circle by Jodi Picoult. (sorry mom, but I'm still gonna read it!)

Shhhhhh...don't tell my hubby, but I'm in love with another man!

Yes, I admit it. I am madly in love with a celebrity! WTH?! I was never one to be all like "Oh, I love Shaun Cassidy, or Oh, I love John Travolta," .....well, wait a minute. I did have that one John Travolta t-shirt that I wore a lot....and my mom did make me a custom-made jacket that matched one Shaun Cassidy wore on an album cover, but anyway....

I love Dierks Bentley. His voice is soooooo unbelievable. It literally makes me melt. He's pretty easy on the eyes too. This guy should've had a record deal like eons ago! I have some of his songs on my playlist here, but you can check him out at http://www.dierks.com/ if you've never heard of him.

I have fantasies of going to his concerts wearing a little white tank top, or perhaps even a shirt that says "Can it be 'my last name' too?" Dierks lovers, you know what I'm talking about!

Anyway, he is going to be in Rockford, my hometown, on April 12th. I want to go. I WILL go. But, who can I get to go with me? I really don't want to take my husband - lol! Maybe sister #2 will go! Yeah! That's who I'll ask. She really loves Toby Keith, but I won't hold that against her.

I have one problem looming in the back of my mind and it's related to the FRG I'm the leader of. I think there may be some training going on that weekend, and if there is......arrrrrrghhhhh! I'll be really mad! (that's my really mad sound)

Anyway, gotta fly, I have work to do for the PATT tonight. Oh, the high pressures of being involved in a parent/teacher organization.....

ETA: I realize that this post dates me!!!!

This one hurts

Trixie was standing on a chair and looked over to a shelf that held a paper bag album Bubba made at school. It was propped open to a picture of him and Sharon. Trixie squealed with joy "I see Grandma! I see Grandma!" Then "I yuv Grandma. I want her to come back to me. "

*sob*

That was last week. Then today, a repeat. She took the album down and said almost the exact thing. "I yuv her. I want her come back. Mommy - Grandma come back my house."

I know she remembers her. I know she does. Even though she is only 27 months old and it has been exactly 10 months, I am confident that when she sees Sharon she feels her love and longs to have her back.

We all do.

Fat woman falling

I fell down the stairs yesterday holding my sweet little Fifi Trixiebelle. I imagine it looked something like this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VEgatICWrvY

My back and neck hurt today.

Why do things like this only happen when the T-Man is off guarding the nation???

Oh, and while we're at it... check out these two hilarious youtube videos.

If young children swearing is offensive to you , don't click on this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G2a8NLuVwIs

No swearing in this one, just a funny, funny kid! Blood: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-fVDGu82FeQ

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.