Delayed

Okay, so I have been on vacation for the last week therefore the posting absence! Alot of things have happened. A friend of mine started work from home, we went to the lake (last minute idea), I read an awesome book ("The Pledge" by Rob Kean), I got sun poisoning (uugghh), and refereed my son and his cousin the last part of the week. All was good though. We weren't going to go to the lake, but we decided Wednesday night to go so we just upped and left. Stayed till last night and now I am back at work. It feels strange right now, because this time last week I was all into my book, The Pledge, which by the way is AWESOME if any of you ever get a chance to read it. It got me to thinking that I really would like to write a book but I just don't know where to begin. I think I may start working on that, who knows. Anyway, so my son who is 2 1/2 and his little cousin who is 3 1/2 just wouldn't quit aggravating each other. It was like she wanted to sit on my lap with him, and then when he wanted to sit on her mom's lap (my hubby's cousin) she would be like "NO! that's not your mommy.!" So, my son would just lay his head in her lap just to annoy the 3 1/2 yr old. Then he would yell at her for something and the cycle just would not break itself. I mean they just kept on and on and on at each other. Of course though my son got yelled at more than the little girl did because her parents aren't as strict as we are on my son, so of course she got away with more. However, yesterday when she had slammed the door in my son's face for the second time and gotten away with it, I was ready to rumble. I kind of felt like Cartman and wanted to say "YOU WILL RESPECT MY AUTHO-RI-TAH!!




She did get punished for her attitude on the 3rd slam. Normal toddler stuff all in all though.

So, that is about it for now. Just wanted to check in and give an update on how my week was.

Oh! and the sun poison? Well, I have ruled out poison ivy, poison oak, and poison sumac. I have ruled out that I am now somehow allergic to aloe because I put lotion on my feet and my back and shoulders, and the only place I am broken out is my arms and they got more sun than anything. So, who knows? I just know that my arms are severly itching and I wish it would quit. I hate being fair-skinned. And what good is sunscreen if I am going to break out in the sun with it on? Oh well, such is another one of life's dilemmas that I will get over.

Hi to vacation, see ya later to friends!!

oh yes!!! Today I do a dance of joy because today is my last day of work for a week!!! I am on vacation all next week and I can't wait. Plus, who doesn't love a computerized dancing baby first thing in the morning. Anyway, today is also bittersweet for several of my co-workers. For today is their last day here at this company. Our company had a pretty big lay off several months ago and I personally know a couple of people that were affected.

So, to them I say that I wish I could share Tinkerbell's magic and sprinkle some fairy dust on them--even though that stuff makes you fly but you get my point-- and make them stay, but I know that change is inevitable and yet it still sucks. At least I still have my blog and e-mail which I will constantly be on because I would go crazy without someone more sane to level me out (and you know who you are). So, I have written a poem that I am dedicating to certain people and they know who they are. :)

If only I could turn back the time
And make you stay here a while,
Or if only I could walk with you
the very next few miles.

If only things didn't have to
change and you could still stay here
Then maybe the good times wouldn't end
And I wouldn't feel like shedding tears.

But I know you must move on
to bigger and better things
To follow your heart is more important
Always follow your dreams.

So, for now it is see you later
And not a tearful good-bye
For I will see you soon again
Maybe even walk with you those miles.

My newest goal

Well, on top of losing weight so that I am not a complete lard butt when and if I ever get pregnant again, I have decided that my new goal is to make a cake that melts in your mouth. You know the kind that you get from the bakery where the icing is just so fluid and the cake is the moistest you have ever eaten. Don't get me wrong. I have made my fair share of decorated cakes for birthday parties and I have even made a wedding cake, but I want mine to be bakery perfect. Mine have received wonderful reviews but I want "melt in your mouth, none left over goodness". I am researching ideas for different buttercream icings and I will probably experiment with a few while I am on vacation next week.
The only reason I have decided that this is my newest goal is because a wedding cake was brought into work yesterday for a bridal shower. It was gorgeous and the icing was perfection. Not too sweet, and it just collapsed onto my tongue in the most wonderful way. So, I know I can do it, but it is just a matter of getting into the kitchen and practice, practice, practice.
Who knows? I might one day even be able to pull off this:
highly unlikely, but possible!!!

Open mouth, insert foot!!!

Okay, so I stopped by the store this morning to get a newspaper and a drink as I usually do. The girl behind the counter, who I speak to every morning, got to talking to me about age. So, I said "Well, I will be 28 in September". She replies "28?" with eyebrows raised as if to say "who are you kidding?". So, I asked her if I really looked that old and she stutters out "oh! n-n- no. I just thought you were older cause you act older. And you know with being married and having a kid." Okay, no what she thought is that I was already in my mid-thirties (and not the youthful looking early thirties that most of my friends are) (and you know who you are Myra :) ) and I am an old frumpy fuddy dud that has lost my youthful glow. Nice recovery try on that comment, but you just opened your mouth and inserted foot. Oh well, it could've been worse I suppose. However, I will not let this ruin my day. I will look at it as an incentive to start trying to look my age and acting a little younger. I will try to stay young at heart. :)

BORED!!!!

That would describe me today. Bored out of my mind. Not too much to write about. But being bored has its ups and downs. Like, one of the ups is it allows me time to daydream about what kind of new hairdo I want. It is short right now with bangs, and I can't decide if I want some really funky hairdo with cool color, or just a blah-blah-freakin-blah-i-don't-know-how-much-more-boring-i-can-get hairdo. Looks like the coloring (which I have never done) is winning right now. Only time will tell how brave I will be.
It also allows me to daydream on just how many more children do I want, or how many more do I think my already UGH body can take. I want 3 more, hubby wants 1 more. We will see what happens. Already working on the 2nd one. I am excited about just about the aspect of getting pregnant and carrying the child. I loved being pregnant the 1st time around, so hopefully the 2nd one (if I am lucky enough to get pregnant again) will be easy as well. The only hard part was the actual labor. I know you are saying, "Well, DUH birdbrain. That would be why it is called labor!!!". I know that, I am referring to the fact that I don't want to be told after 11 1/2 hrs of labor that I now need a C Sec. Not Fun!!! Stubborn child wouldn't make his grand entrance.
One of the last ups to my boring day is that it allows me time to blog and to write to coworkers who I don't get to see very much and to read their blogs. Interesting stuff. That's why they are linked to mine. :)
Oh! yeah! 2 hrs to go at work! Think I will daydream about what to do tonight before my little one goes to bed. :)

What do people envy about you?

AAWWW that's so nice. Don't know how true it is, but still it is nice.

People Envy Your Compassion

You have a kind heart and an unusual empathy for all living creatures. You tend to absorb others' happiness and pain. People envy your compassion, and more importantly, the connections it helps you build. And compassionate as you are, you feel for them.

What Do People Envy About You?

How do you communicate?

You Communicate With Your Body

This isn't as bad as it sounds, it just means that you're a "touchy-feely" person. You need a lot of affection in your life. And for you, this means both giving and receiving little touches. Warm hearted, you bond with people easily. In fact, you often feel a little sad when you're not in the company of others. A little moody, you tend to be controlled by your emotions. But a bit hug always comforts you!

How Do You Communicate?

I am a Britney Basher!!!

What on earth would give this poor lil' punkin' of a girl the idea that she is hated by millions? Maybe because she is. She wants her privacy? Well, then quit dressing like a 2 bit trailer trash truck stop hooker. In this Dateline interview with Matt Lauer she explains that she just wants to be left alone and to have her privacy. Well, Ms. Spears, you can't have it both ways. You can't love the life you have and not want to give it up, but want the paparrazi to spare you and your precious little family. I mean come on. The crocodile tears really had me there for a moment. But even through the whole facade she manages to chomp open-mouthed on that wad of gum and not finish one sentence. Oh!!! And how dare she compare herself to the likes of Goldie Hawn and Julia Roberts?!!!! "Well look at Julia Roberts. Her husband was married with kids when they met and you don't see her getting bashed like I do." Oops! # 4..Danny Moder (julia's hubby didn't have kids when they met). Also, she doesn't go around parading like the cover of Truck Stop monthly. I mean come on Britney get real. Okay, I know as a mom I don't always look my best, but that is no excuse for me to (at 6 months pregnant) go around w/ unkempt hair, bad makeup, and even worse choice of clothing. I just loved having to stare at her boobs about to pop out of her top with the side of her bra showing. Real classy Brit!!! And then what does Kevin mean by everything comes out of his pocket. How!?!?!?! What job has he had lately? The only thing surfacing out of Kevin's pants is his little bit of manhood that has spawned 3 kids, soon to be 4. Get real K Fed.
One last thing. She has wept with the world??? Okay, uummm NO!! Not unless the world she is speaking of consists of just the voices in her head that have apparently taken over. The only thing she has done to help the world is turn into trailer trash so no one would want to breed with her except for Kevin. Now that is a big help to the population problem. For that and only that Ms. Spears you deserve a star on the walk of fame.
Real classy outfit Britney and the extensions look worse that Jessica Simpson's new line of wigs. SORRY!!!

The Big Three-Oh my where did the time go?

So, yesterday was my hubby's 30th birthday..hence the title. I asked him if he felt any older, which is what we all tend to do even though we know the answer. He told me "no older than a day ago". Which was the answer I expected. I don't know if in one instant, I felt for him the years slipping by as they are for me, or I just felt some sort of nostalgia of days past by me in a flash that I didn't take the time to appreciate. I know he doesn't, but I can't help to think of all the days that go by that I don't just soak up the moment. No, my teenage years were not the greatest, but they were definitely better than some of the years in my 20's. There are lots of things I would've done better, different, kinder, not so fast, etc.. But wouldn't we all? But if I had the chance to do it, would I? If I did, then I probably wouldn't have the husband that I do or my wonderful son. I wouldn't have learned how cruel or nice people can be. I wouldn't have known that I do need to sit back and soak up all that I can from everyday that I am blessed enough to be part of. So, I raise my glass to today and to today I toast "Learn from the past, live in the present, look for the future".

At what price would you sell out?

On Average, You Would Sell Out For

$1,111,417

At What Price Would You Sell Out?

Not quite perfect McDonald's...Quite a perfect case of the hebejeebies!!!

Holy fish McGriddles, Batman!! What have they done to McD's?!? It seems that in a story from The Onion posted here some genius McDonald junkie has opened his own version of the popular fast food chain. Only his store, the Not Quite Perfect McDonald's, serves the regular favorite munchables at a slashed price, and in an even weirder version of the McD's favorites we have come to know and love. Wow, who's ready for a six-piece quarter pounder.

It seems that this cost saving guru, one Brian Landers of Gurnee, IL, thinks he has found a goldmine. Apparently not everyone else feels the same though. Well, imagine that. You see, for just $.30 a piece you can buy an M-shaped hamburger. The catch is however that this catchy "M" shaped patty comes on a regular bun. It might mean that some of the bites are burgerless, but who cares?!?!? You just go there for the low prices anyway, right? Well, hello genius!! If I am going for the low prices, then why doI have to buy a whole lot more to fill me up? Also, who really wants frozen foot long french fries, even if they are included in the $1.99 meal which also consists of a gray shamrock McFlurry (with chicken nuggets as the topping instead of M&M's), a cheeseburger with half the top bun missing, and the ever popular apple pie with french fries coming out the top?

Not only is the food being affected but it seems that so are the characters. The play place at this flea market style McD's features a Ronald McDonald with eyes facing opposite directions, a pink instead of purple Grimace, and a toothless Hamburglar. Well, I kind of understand the toothless one. I think that if I had to eat a $.20 flash frozen brick of ice cream instead of a soft serve cone I would be missing a few myself.

Some folks, as crazy as it may sound, actually like this place. Or, should I sing "They're lovin' it"? Seems one Mack Vesper, a longtime patron, has not been affected by the odd diner. He says "It's not like the meat's tainted." No, Mike it may not be, but my stomach or dreams might be after eating the concoctions their serving up here. But just to play Devil's Advocate in this one, I think I will stick to the ideas of others. Anita Sibakis states, "I'll never take my children there again! They opened up the Happy Meal and there were headless Mulan figurines in there. It scared the bejesus out of my youngest." Yeah, Anita, you think?

And the saga goes on!

News flash to myself. If Gone With the Wind was a novel, then what my brother in law and soon to be ex sis in law are going through must be a saga. The trashiness they both encompass is starting to smell worse than month old dirty gym clothes. So, let's see--where to begin? Well, in the last post I basically stated that they are going through a messy divorce, but now he is playing with fire. He has started involving my immediate family into his mess. I hate it when people can't handle their own business. I mean both of them created this mess, so now they need to get a whole bunch of Bounty paper towels and get to cleaning. Not that the slogan "the quicker picker upper" would be used in this case, but you get my drift. Anyway, so on what was supposed to be a relaxing weekend being grateful to all of our past and present soldiers I find out that I am going to be called by my bro in law's guardian ad litem for this case so I can tell the person how wonderful of a father my bro in law is to his child, and how he just does all this stuff for him and with him. I don't know what he does in his spare time. I mean, it seems me and my hubby only see him when he needs something done for him (ie this phone call). Basically, he needs me and my hubby now so we are good enough to hang around. Oh, I forgot to mention that one of the things that the ex sis in law is guilty of is also one of the things that bro in law has recently done. He went out and got a girlfriend who has 2 kids. Now that is not so bad you say, but I forgot to mention the girlfriend of 2 month's children are calling him daddy. So, he basically can't stand the fact that the soon to be ex wife has a boyfriend with a child that his son has to be around, but it is ok for him to have a girlfriend with kids that call him daddy. UUMM, No! He also states that by having a boyfriend she is committing adultery because they aren't legally separated. Okay, so what is he doing? I would say it looks like the same thing to me. Especially when he thinks it is cute that a littel girl he barely knows calls him daddy. AAGGHH! What have I married into?
So for lack of time and space and energy let's just say this has gone way past Jerry and into Dr. Phil maybe even Sally Jesse territory.

You know there's going to be trouble when....

you meet your sister in law and she could double for a guest on Jerry Springer.

Of all the families to be married into why did I have to pick the main attraction for a Jerry Springer show? Well, all of them aren't so bad, but you know how it goes "it only takes one bad apple to spoil the bunch". Well, that said apple would be my soon to be "I-will-do-anything-for-the-right-price-for-any-guy-cause-I-am-an-ex-stripper-turned-mother-that-wants-out-of-my-mommy-role-and-a-good-life" ex-sister in law. And let me tell you I can't wait until she is gone for good. Bad thing is that she and my brother in law share a child so it is getting ugly. REALLY UGLY. I mean old school Jerry Springer show ugly. You know the episodes where the people actually came out swingin' and got a few punches in also? Okay, those are the episodes we need to be on. You see, I have never really gotten along with my sis in law (and not for lack of trying), but I just didn't realize what a crack whore she was the whole time she has been married to my hubby's brother. Hey, I have the right to call her that cause anyone who does coke and God knows what else just to get her pre-baby body back is slack. Let's see, uuummm I believe there is a product out there called Tae-Bo! Go figure! She could have saved her and her family a lot of heartache (and money) if she could've just done as Oprah would've and "get with the program". Well, anyway before their 1st anniversary she had already been with his best friend. Then he just now finds out about 6 months ago that she had been with like 13 men over the course of the 6 years they have been together. Wow! What a role model for her 2 year old son. Not to mention little girls everywhere! I mean I can't tell you the times I told my mom when I was coming along how badly I wanted skank men that I wasn't married to worshipping me and my body and get paid for it as well. Well, now I can't completely blame her for everything! I mean did he really expect that he could let her go strip in a strip club (for a little extra money cause they were hitting on hard times) that was an hour and a half from their house and nothing happen? Who knows? Maybe he was flying high on a little magic carpet ride of crack and pot too, but his little bubble has been burst and now it is dragging everyone in the family into our very own never-ending episode of Jerry. As our favorite spiky haired hyper exercise activist Susan Powter would say "STOP THE INSANITY!".
He wants the child, she wants the child. She is not giving him clothes for the child when he comes to visit daddy and he is only choosing inconvenient hours for her to see the child on the holidays that they have to share him. It is back and forth non-stop action. Anyway, there is no telling where this case will eventually end up. Let's just say it is a 3 ring circus and not as family friendly as the Wringling Bros. by any means. Or at least I don't think the pony rides involved are on ponies or are kid-friendly, the only rope involved isn't the tight rope but the one they want to strangle each other with, and the only trapeze artist involved is the sister in law cause she would swing with just about anything or anyone.

Hanging in there......another year!

Today is mine and my husband's 4 year wedding anniversary. Not a long time by any means, but still we have made it yet another year. (without killing each other or the other's family mind you). And there were times when we probably could have, but we refrained cause neither one of us really likes the idea of county lockdown. So, anyway here we are..another year together, another year older, another year wiser. Not as wise as our parents or grandparents, but a little wiser as to what makes a marriage tick.

We have our ups and downs (sometimes it seems everyday), but through it all we know we were made for each other. so, I don't have alot for this post since nothing really exciting has happened. Just wanted to write about my anniversary and say that I am just trying to hang in there!!!

A whole new meaning to "busted"

You know, when most people talk about getting busted they are either describing a criminal who has been caught, or an artist making a relic of someone. They are not talking about getting new implants and having their boss pay for them--without the boss' knowledge of having to pay for them that is. It seems that this is what one Jerri Ann Cozza of Spokane, WA has done recently. In a story from kxly.com (posted here) it states that Ms Cozza stole from her employers at a medical supply company last year and used these funds and their credit cards to purchase her new goods. Her new goods also consist of new furniture and repairs to her Dodge Durango. She would've probably had a clean trail if she hadn't tried to get yet another credit card by applying in her ex-boss' name for one. Guess she needed the fake boobs and the false info for her credit application to complete that I-am-a-dumb-bimbo-with-big-boobs-image. This story just puts a whole new meaning to "being busted".

"new set of boobs....$8,000. Posting bond for larceny....$2000. Having new great looking boobs removed cause you basically stole them and they need them for evidence in the trial.....priceless." For crimes there's jail, for everything else there's Mastercard (tm).

Happy Mother's Day!!!!

Here's to all you moms!!!!

Nothing sounds as sweet as “mommy”
Spoken from a child’s lips;
And nothing is as timeless as “mother”
No matter how old that child gets.

Nothing will ever truly compare
To a mother’s wondrous love;
Not even when speaking
Of angels from above.

She is a rock when we are weak
A shelter when life may storm
She is a true companion
In each and every form.

The bearer of our hurt
The expresser of our joy
Even through all life’s ups and downs
No job would she rather employ.

She is a friend, a leader,
A teacher, and confidante.
A healer, a listener, and
A rock to lean on

So we celebrate our mothers
On this very special day
And hope that she remembers
We wouldn’t have it any other way.

Oops She Did It Again!

AAAHHH! Isn't that just the picture of bliss. The white trash princess with her wanna be thug husband. They must be so over-joyed with their news. Yes, folks you heard that correctly or should I say you heard David Letterman correctly. She is preggers again!!! This begs the question: What gives? I mean nothing says I am ready for another child like not knowing to strap my 4 month old into his car seat before taking off down the road. Remember the picture? Anyway, isn't there more interesting stuff in the news these days than whether or not Brit-Brit is singing "Baby knock me up one more time!"? Or "oops I'm pregnant again"? You be the judge. And by the way how nice of her to live up to her white trash roots and get pregnant while the other is still in diapers. Britney, we just don't know how to handle your oh so high standards these days.
Sorry, by the way, if I have offended any of you Britney lovers out there, but enough is enough. Now I guess we can look forward to the next picture of her in a string bikini showing off her 9 month bump drinking an orange juice while soaking it up on a yacht. Britney, K-Fed, and babies--oh my!!!!

Oh and by the way her new fragrance is set to be launched. It is called "In Control". It should be more like "I need birth control"! I am sure it is some concocted fragrant mix of dirty diapers, cigaretter smoke, and baby powder. K-fed probably wouldn't have it any other way. I mean it would be crazy to expect her to come up with a classy fragrance. We wouldn't want to make her over exert herself by steering clear of White Trashdom now would we?


Update: Since origianlly posting this story this morning I have found out that not only is Britney pregnant but a family friend has confirmed that she is 5 months pregnant. Well, looks like Britney couldn't stray too far from that white trash image huh? I mean really, who ever heard of waiting till the first was out of diapers to have the second? Don't be ridiculous. Britney said herself that she wants all of her babies to be from the same father so that if they do split then she won't have different fathers for different children. Let's hope that Kevin gives Britney time to have their second child and doesn't up and leave her like he did his last girlfriend while she was pregnant with her second one (of his that is).

Teacher's Pets....

Who knew that they still existed? Only now they are in rare form as the "Boss' Pet". These people have a way of driving the average Joe crazy. You come in, do your job (and do it right and to the best of your ability), mind your business, and try to help out only to be shot down by the opposition--which happens to be on your own team. Just the mere fact that they get to make your day a living Hell drives them to thwart the attention away from you and onto them. What gives? You know how when you are just trying to help out, and then here THEY come. With their perfect smiles, their perfect demeanor towards the boss and others, and their all-knowing ways. Who gave them the green light to ruin everyone's day? I would love (as I am sure we all would) to just tell them where they can take their "Mary Poppins-too good to be true-I know more than you do-self serving-conceited" attitude. (and what they could do with it) However, I need my job more than my pride so I guess this venting will have to do for now.

Potty Wars

Okay, so I know that no one on this blog site really wants to hear about my potty woes with my 2 year old, but this is my blog and I will complain if I want to. Even if it is about dirty pull-ups. I am so at my wit's end with trying to coax my son into pooping in the potty. I have tried prizes, snacks, stickers, and even his favorite character -- SPIDERMAN!
Nothing gives. I mean just this morning he told me "I not poo-poo in my pants" which is usually the alarm that lets me know he really has. Well, I walked up to him, checked his pants and sure enough he was clean. Okay so I was floored. So, I sat him on the potty to the tune of "mommy, I want a cake". I told him if he went in the potty that I would give him one, regardless of the fact it was 6 am. Anyway, just about 1 minute after being on the potty, even though he really wanted a cake, NOTHING! What did he do 2 minutes after getting off the potty? Yep you guessed it. I heard from the living room "mommy I poo poo in my pants". I was so mad I couldn't stand it. Why are some children easier than others? And why does it seem the more impatient parents (I am guilty as charged on that issue) get the harder ones to train. And why is it that tots never have accidents until you are ready to walk out the door -- pocket book, lunch, back pack and all in your arms. I never really believed that karma would affect me but boy has it. Whatever I have done to the potty gods I am so very sorry !!!! Instead of "Mr Sandman bring me a dream" all I can sing are the potty blues and they go a little something like this "Mr Potty (yes) please make him go poop. In the toilet would be nice if you could"!!!!!

Please Let Go!!!!!!!!

Why is it that we have security blankets? I mean what creates them in our mind and why is each one so individual? Take my son for example. He likes to chew on his shirt. He always has. For the last 2 years I have watched him chew and gnaw his way to holes in the collars of his shirts. Only t-shirts mind you. What it is about the collar of a shirt and pulling threads off of it with his teeth I will never understand. It is what got us through teething. I thought for sure when he was born he would be a thumb sucker or take a pacifier and I would be fighting my battles with those things. But no, not lucky me. I get to walk around constantly saying "shirt outta your mouth. shirt outta your mouth." I can handle "mommy i want my blanket" because he is still only 2 and he does need certain things, but I have almost had it with the popping of threads on a t-shirt. You know the grating sound of fingernails down the chalkboard? Well, this one habit is the fingernails down that board to me. I am sure we all have a blanket of some sort though. Mine used to be my hair. I had really super long hair, but I decided to chop it ALL off one day. There it went in 3 short snip-snip-snips. Just like that the last 10 years of hair gone. Well, I did get regular trimmings but you get the point. No more blanket for me to hold onto. Mine was jerked from under me like a rude awakening but i had done it to myself. However, when he was done I cannot tell you how relieved I was. No more hiding behind my "I-still-want-to-be-a-cheerleader" cover. No more "you-can't-see-the-imperfections-behind-the-locks" cover. It was just me plain and simple. No cover up. Just me the new mom who now was glad to have passed on some sort of blanket to her newborn, and hoped he enjoyed every minute of it. Come to think of it, I know that I will miss the day that I no longer catch myself saying "PLEASE LET GO OF THAT SHIRT!"