Ruby Wednesday

A group of us went to Ruby Tuesdays for Christmas Eve dinner. Odd choice I know but that is where we ended up. It was a blast. Of course no one was there and we had the salad bar to ourselves. yummy. No one to fight off for the cottage cheese and black olives (two staples in our house) afterward we went to town square and took pictures.

At dinner, Isaiah found a straw. He loved that straw and decided its purpose if really to be used as a projectile instrument. So he used it for just that. Dipping it in his sprite and launching the liquid at Keith. I know I should have stopped him (and I did eventually) but I had to stop laughing first....

 

 

 

thought this is cute

Like so many Americans, she was trying to construct a life that made sense from things she found in gift shops.
- Kurt Vonnegut

blackberries, Sam and Jason and some dang UGG boots

yes, I have a picture of boots on my blog. This picture is in my mind while I am a awake. It haunts my mind while I am asleep. I hate this picture that won't leave my thoughts and if I see another pair of UGG boots after this holiday season I don't know if I can stop myself from throwing up on the poor person wearing them.Let me explain the origin of my work discomfort.

you see, my club did a fundraising sale where we had some nice ladies come out and take orders for boots. You pre-paid for the boots that day, they ordered them, and as soon as they came in you could pick them up at the club. We recieved (or will recieve soon) a donation from the ladies for hosting the sale. All was fine and dandy until.....



Our United States Postal System at it's finest!!!! Someone there in customs decided to confiscate the boots and hold them in customs, checking each box to make sure we were not smuggling in antrhax or Sars or crack or something else.

So, enter 200 plus irate-paying boot enthusiasts screaming for their brown boxs containing what they believe to be wool gold.I don't have much to tell them which is not making me popular around here right now.

Halfway through the day my boss calls and ask if I can meet him at AT&T. I thought hmm....maybe it is for a donation for one of our upcoming events,or a club sponsorship request, so I stop with the boots for a minute and head that way. When to my extreme pleasure I find we are there to get my new work phone. (cue choir ladies singing LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA)


Okay, so I had to return back to the boots, but I don't care cause I have a blackberry...now if I can only figure out how to work the thing.

I made it through my work day and in a drained daze arrived home. I sat down on my candy cane and ritz cracker stained couch and begin the process of going through and catching up on my DVR'd shows this being my favorite (well,that and Nancy Grace)


I got through the episode thinking it was about time to hit the sack when what did I see on the preview for this week.....SAM AND JASON ARE GETTING BACK TOGETHER.


Praise the script writing genius who made this plot line possible. Forget my worries over the threat of terrorism or finding world peace, all is right in my world again.


First a bunch of boot chaos over some UGGly shoes, a blackberry that I can't operate and then Sam and Jason,What a day, what a day.

meet the pups...continued

So we are quickly approaching the time when the puppies will be leaving us to go to new homes. Each one has a spot in our hearts and this will be very hard to let go. Here are newest pics of the 4 of them. All their eyes are open and they are squirming and shrieking louder and stronger each day. I can no longer fit all 4 in my hand at one time, they have grown so big they now have to be held seperately.

These are the two dapples. One is black and gray the other being two shades of brown.


Our two brownies. The only way to tell them apart is that one has a black skunk stripe and the other has black on it's nose and paws.




Super precious, those little pups. Maybe there is some way I can hide them from my husband? You think he would notice 4 extra mouths to feed? It sure is a nice thought.,

All I want for Christmas is Super Nanny

So I am trying to lighten the mood a tad (as my last post was a post melt down post) so anyway, here goes....

While reading Bethany's Blog I stumbled upon Mama Kat's blog. Very cute-sy stuff in both of these blogs, you should go check them out!!! Anyway, there was a writing workshop that I decided to participate in today (with the help of my kids)

MOMMY: Dear Santa,

EMORY: "But I wanted to say Dear Santa, it's not fair"
KAILEIGH: "Emory, you don't get to do it all. You got to say Dear Santa the last two times"
ISAIAH: "My mommy"

Emory: "No I did'nt silly billy go go girl, your not my mommy so don't tell me what to do. Mommy, she's not specting my privacy"
KAILEIGH: "Oh grow up, are we done? Can I go play Nintendogs now? Ewww gross, mo-o-m she is licking me"
EMORY just laughs hyserically
ISAIAH: "My mommy"

I can see this going downhill fast so maybe this was not such a good idea as a joint project, I will write Santa myself with my own wish list!!!!!! and instead of my two front teeth, All I want for Christmas....is Super Nanny.

monday, wishing it was still sunday

As I slid, (literally), into the parking lot at work this morning, I could not help but think to myself....man, I wish it were still sunday. A lightbulb went off and I decided "what a great idea for a post" so I give you MY TOP FIVE REASONS IT'S MONDAY WISHING IT WAS STILL SUNDAY.....

5.)Okay, so my bed does not look like this. (picture rumpled covers and drool stains from the 2 and 6 yr old invaders of my sleeping space) but you get the point. I wish it was still sunday so I could be in my bed.



4.)I love and am shamelessly addicted to tru tv. (not reality...actuality)I wish is was still sunday so I could be in my bed watching this channel.



3.) Who wants to be out in this? The bundle-ing up of the kids, then un bundle-ing once you get where you are going only to have to re-bundle to go back home. It is just too exhausting!!!! I wish it was still sunday so I would not have to leave my house and my bed and my tru tv


2.) I wish it was still sunday so I would still have that extra day I lost somehow and am no where near ready for Christmas....as my countdown calendar lets me know on a daily basis



1.) I wish it was still sunday so I could spend the whole day with my 3 little reasons the season is so merry and bright!!!!

The Mother Letter- THE BIG PUSH

Twitter Updates



"The Mother Letter Project has swelled to somewhere between 430 and 440 letters as of Sunday, December 14th! I cannot believe it! I am eternally grateful for your willingness to make this project happen.

This week, I am asking you to help me make the BIG PUSH! Help me get the word out one last time. This week, please blog about the project; mass email about it; tell your friends about it. Remember to tell your mother-friends that I will be providing all contributors an electronic copy of the mother letters if I receive their letter by the end of the day on Christmas.

Thank you for all you have already done to make this project more successful than I could have imagined. Now, help me make one last push--the BIG PUSH! After all, it is Christmas! Have fun; be encouraged. And, as always, have a Merry Christmas!"

So, have you written your letter yet? I have and I cannot wait to read the other letters and be encouraged. I also cannot wait to hear how his wife reacts to his gift.

Thank you cards

Subject: XEROX IS DOING SOMETHING COOL FOR THE TROOPS


XEROX IS DOING SOMETHING COOL
If you go to this web site, www.letssaythanks.comyou can pick out a thank you card and Xerox will print it and it will be sent to a soldier that is currently serving in Iraq . You can't pick out who gets it, but it will go to a member of the armed services.
How AMAZING it would be if we could get everyone we know to send one!!! It is FREE and it only takes a second.
Wouldn't it be wonderful if the soldiers received a bunch of these? Whether you are for or against the war, our soldiers over there need to know we are behind them.
This takes just 10 seconds and it's a wonderful way to say thank you. Please take the time and please take the time to pass it on for others to do. We can never say enough thank you's.
Thanks for taking to time to support our military!

little man got some new pics

 

 

 

birth of a blog

So thank you McMommy once again for giving me something to write about. I decided to start a blog after reading a friends new blog.(thank you LaDonna). I was enamored with the whole thing, as I had become disillusioned with Myspace and Facebook. Don't get me wrong, I still have both but I wanted something more.....this seemed like such a good fit. As I stumbled onto more amazing blogs I was amazed at all the people out there in blog land that were just like me, and knew how to articulate it. I just wanted be that cool. To have some witty, funny comments out there for the world to read and want to keep coming back to hear MY THOUGHTS.....

I will admit that at first it did not take off as magnificantly as I planned. I hemmed and hawed about the perfect post and which one of my many intelligent words to use. AND I REALIZED I WAS ALWAYS THINKING ABOUT WHAT TO WRITE INSTEAD OF JUST WRITING. So I took a vacay from my blog, paid someone to create an esthetically pleasing to look at space, and eventually just began to just type eventually it morphed into what it is now.

Sometimes I write about important stuff (like why does my son bring me his diaper and tell me "I poop" instead of just going to the dang potty) and then there is the not so important stuff (like how in my blog I am rebelling against my English teacher mother and refuse to capitolize my words)but I needed a name to go along with my musings. Thus as I was sitting there watching the opening sequence of one of my favorite tv shows it came to me (literally). Because like my quote on my header says "it is a crazy life but it is MY life". I am proud to say that I love every screaming second of it.

Thank you for coming back again and again to find out what is going on in my life. Hope you get as much amusement out of reading about it as I get out of living it.

my grown up christmas list

yes, for the record i know that i don't like capitals or proper grammer. it comes from life as a child with an english teacher. it is much more freeing and takes less time to just type and not worry about stopping to mash down the shift key. and it's my blog so there. i don't have to capitolize if i don't want to. at least i put in the apostrophy sometimes and i end with a period (or exclamation mark most times) so anyway, that is my pointless rant. now on to my post.

every year my girls get out the toys r us big book (or the jc penney) catalog and mark up their "christmas wish list" so i decided to post my own. okay, so i admit i saw this on the mindless junque blog and stole the idea. i am sorry for my lack of originality but oh well, my life is too busy right now to be original.here is my top five


lexus suv (i said WISH list here folks)






sparkly new stones for my finger (and neck and wrist and ears and maybe just throw in a toe or two for good measure)




vacay on an island that does not know a thing about miley cyrus or mickey mouse or the jonas brother that dumped taylor swift




house that is sparkly clean and fully decorated (two aspects of my lovely home that i struggle with daily)


and a partidge in a pear tree (cause would it not be nifty to say with truthfulness that you knew what the heck that was)

straight out of a McMommy post

So last night at 3am I lay wide awake painfully aware of how not normal the situation was. I felt a little McMommy-ish as I lay there, unable to go back to sleep but thinking this would be something really funny to share (kinda like her visit to the OBGYN). so I wrote a blog about the top 5 things running through my head while unable to sleep.

1.) Thank the lord for a C-Pap machine, but I wish they gave the wives an instruction manual for how to keep the dang thing on your husbands face.

SIDE NOTE: For those of you who don't know what a C-Pap machine is. My husband has severe sleep apnea and snores so loud you could hear him in the woods down the street from my house while firing a shotgun. seriously, I remember thinking before he got it that I was never gonna sleep through the night again.

2.) Oh dang-it. I forgot to hide my peanut butter cups at work. They better still be there when I come in tommorrow morning.

3.) I hope the parent chaperone list fills up fast so there are no more spots to fill by the time they get to my name and then I won't have to accompany Emory's kindergarten class to the Nutcracker...again

4.) How am I gonna get my husband to agree to let us keep one of the puppies? I wonder if he'll notice if I just buy another food bowl and forget to find this one a home? It worked when I wanted to have another baby after he said we were not having any more kids and I just slipped Isaiah on in there, maybe he won't notice this one either?

5.) How do I get this kid off my neck and why does he have to blow hot, stinky air into my ear? When he was a baby his breath smelled so sweet (even when it was stinky) what the heck happened in a year and what did I feed him that produces this smell?


It is going to be a LOOOONNNNNNG day today.

puppy pics

 

 

 

it's a benchmark christmas tonight, baby

my handsome husband and I....I love this man!!!

 

the men

 

the ladies

 

so now we are left with 4

Last night I held the only other all black puppy as it passed away in front of my eyes. It was only a little bit bigger than her brother and I just had a feeling that it wasnt doing too well. Being 2 weeks early and Bell not being a big dog herself, I just don't think those two had enough room to grow and develop. But as hard as it is for me, Kaileigh is devestated. While in the car she took breaks from crying only to scream "it's not fair" and "i didn't want my puppies to die" and once again all I could do was hold her and let her cry and tell her I love her.

This puppy is a dapple. gray with black spots. It is really rare to have more than one dapple in a litter and I must admit they are my two favs.

 

The view from their cozy secluded life in our laundry room.

 

wow!!

Something Mother Theresa had hanging on her wall as a reminder. What a powerful set of principles.
The Paradoxical Commandments by Dr. Kent M. Keith


1. People are illogical, unreasonable and self-centered (including me). Love them anyway.

2. If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives. Do good anyway.

3. If you are successful, you win false friends and true enemies. Succeed anyway.

4. The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway.

5. Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable. Be honest and frank anyway.

6. The biggest people with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the littlest people with the littlest ideas. Think big anyway.

7. People favor underdogs, but follow only top dogs. Fight for a few underdogs anyway.

8. What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight. Build anyway.

9. People really need help, but may attack you if you do help them. Help them anyway.

10. Give the world the best you have and you will get kicked in the teeth. Give the best you have anyway.

and then there were 5

I am really sad to post that we lost one of the puppies last night. Kaileigh really bonded with the runt of the litter which concerned me from the start.He was the smallest one, born half the size of the other 5. He was a gorgous jet black puppy with chocolatey brown paws and mouth and white underbelly. It is just like her to pick the underdog (literally in this case) and believe in happily ever after. I was cautiously optimistic but fearing the worst.
Kaileigh lovingly talked to "her" puppy and held him every chance Bell(mommy) would let her. This is the first time she has been really truly heartbroken over the loss of a pet. She cries when all animals get hurt (art and pets are her passion) but this was HER pet so it was really personal to her. As a mommy there is not much to do except hold her and let her cry in your arms. Which in turn just makes your heart hurt. I did not want to minimize or make her feel that her pain was not sigificant to me so I just held her as she blew her nose all over my favorite comfy pj's. I gotta say, my usually chaotic noisy house was still and silent.Not much fun in our house on this night.
We buried the puppy in a simple grave dug in a spot Kaileigh loves to hang out (behind a row of overgrown bushes next to the side of our house where she can spy on the neighbors and not be seen) I thought it was fitting as a final resting place, as I know kaileigh will feel even more bonded to that patch of bushes.

In less dramatic news, I was just informed of an error on two of the Christmas cards that were in my top 3 to pick from. I have been so busy that I didn't even notice that I left off Emory in 2 of them. So the decision has been made for me. Yeehaw! Wish it was always so easy. The one that is correct is the one I liked most anyway! I was ecstatic that someone (a stranger) pointed it out cause that means SOMEONE IS READING MY BLOG!!! I often wonder if anyone is out there. And I keep posting because I am reminded that someone is. So if you are reading this, thanks! I appreciate that you took the time to stop by!!

I don't know if it is the tightness of my wallet and the reminder of all things holiday that I want to be buying, or the stress of just finishing up a MAJOR event and trying to reconcile all the loose ends, or the feeling of a very dear friendship that just feels so distant that I just feel sad all the time.Lately my prayer on a constant basis these days is to just be happy with what I want and to want what I have. In other words, life is really precious. And to have 4 other lives connected to my life that are so healthy and full already, I can't understand why I feel that I have to fill it up with even more to make myself happy. WHY AM I NOT HAPPY? WHAT POSSIBLY COULD BE MISSING? I think I do know the answer to that but I am struggling right now and don't want to say it out loud so I will just think it to myself and leave that open to interpretation.

Well my friends, it's been a long couple of days and no relief in sight. Keep your fingers crossed I can get back on my Lexapro and level this out cause the wine is no longer working (I am only half kidding as I type that)