Blogging It Out

I Remember...

2010-01-18T20:38:00.000-08:00

I remember being a teenager looking forward to hanging out at the local mall on Friday and Saturday nights.

Now,I look forward to the kids going to bed at a descent time so I can take a shower in peace and quiet.

I remember many (well not THAT many) first dates,the excitement of picking out an outfit,deciding how I was going to do my hair.

Now,"The Husband" is lucky if I do my makeup, wash my hair, and an outfit, forget about it, give me my jeans and my "Team Edward" t-shirt. Mon-Fri.

I remember my first concert, Warrant.

Now, the only "concert" I get is Saturday night karaoke-in my living room.

I remember on holidays,"The Parents" cooking up a huge Italian feast.

Now, because over time distance has separated us all,it is I who is doing all the cooking, Italian cooking, for a Samoan family, has not been working too well for me.

I remember when I was pregnant w/ my first baby,

and now, that baby is 16 yrs old,and wants me to buy him condoms.

I remember there was a time when guys would look at me,trying to get my number

Now, I can walk by a construction site naked, and nothing,not even one single cat call.

I remember being in my parents wedding (dad and step mom)

and today they are celebrating 28 years of marriage.

Where has the time gone?

I need a drink.

I was Mam'd!!

2010-01-16T19:58:00.000-08:00

So I am sitting outside on my balcony enjoying the great weather we have been having here in Seattle,

and, escaping the craziness inside. Vinnie (the 8 yr old) had just asked me if he could have the Heineken that was in our fridge.

Across the way were a group of teenage guys talking to the teenage girl who lives in the building.

I was sitting back, reminiscing in my mind when I was that age, and hoping this girl did not fall for the same stupid lines I did.

When all of a sudden I hear

"excuse me young girl"

What in the world was I thinking when I turned around and said

"yes?"

Seriously, you could hear the crickets chirping.

Silence.

other than the crickets.

and then it happened.

"I am sorry MAM, I was talking to her" (and he pointed to the young cute teenage girl)

AGH!!!!!!!

So tell me what is worse,

me turning around and replying when the teenage boys said "excuse me young girl"

or me being called "Mam"?!?!?!

Needless to say I quickly ran inside, closed the curtains

and opened the Heineken Vinnie was asking about.

Just another day in the life of a housewife.....

2009-12-12T18:25:00.000-08:00

My day started off much the same of how it usually starts off.

Waking up late, no time for coffee, rushing out the door, forgetting to comb my four yr old daughters (Gracie) hair as we are rushing out the door to school.

Gracie and I are standing in line, waiting for her teacher to open the door. Now is when I usually comb her hair. At this time I am silently cursing her "ethnic" hair, it is impossible to tame. Gracie's teacher opens the door in tears

"Come inside, come look at the classroom and tell me what you think"

"Ummm, okay"

Gracie and I go into the classroom. None of the other kids are there yet-this is the norm. I am the only parent who does not trust the buses, I always drop Gracie off and pick her up. I am standing there, looking around,trying to find something out of place. I cannot see a thing.

I look at her teacher (who is still in tears)

"We had a breaker pop and now this classroom along with seven others has no heat, I am so upset by this, the school will not move us to another classroom"

Ahhh, okay, I get it now. I suppose the fact that both teachers were in hat, scarfs and gloves should have given it away.

The teacher then tells me it is up to me if I want to leave Gracie or just keep her home for the day.

Obviously I did what any good mother would do,

I left her in school.

There were only two other kids there, they were all going to go to the library where there was heat.

Gracie loves school, I did not want her to miss a day when she was already there, plus I had plenty of layers on her. It would be fine.

I continue on with my day,shopping,errands,phone calls,etc.

I pick Gracie up and the heat is now working, all is good.

We go home and I have to start planning the second half of my day, do a little bit of Christmas shopping, plan dinner,laundry, you get the point of my glamorous life.

Joe ( The Husband) and I are in the living room, at this point I should probably point out that Joe just got off of working a 14 hour shift and he has had zero sleep. His behaviour in the next paragraph or two is not the best. I suppose I can give him a free pass because he had just gotten off of work, I do so reluctantly.

All of a sudden Joe and I hear this god awful noise, a very loud noise, one of those noises where your first reaction is to look for the kids. Gracie is on the sofa next to Joe and Sofia (my two year old) is sound asleep in my room. I looked at Joe.....

"What the hell was that?!"

"I don't know,go check"

"I'm not going to go check,you check"

and just then, at that very moment water,tons and tons of water came pouring out of our hallway ceiling.

Great.

Joe and I got up so fast. Under any other condition it would have been impressive how fast we got up. It was as if we were in sync without having to speak. I ran and emptied my garbage can all over my kitchen floor, gave it to him so he could collect the water, I called the office told them we had an emergency, a pipe had burst,they need to get over here NOW!

It was probably only a 5 minute time span from when I called the office to when they showed up, but let me tell you, Joe was pissed. Slamming doors, the occasional "F" word coming out of his mouth

"@*#$ piece of @*#$ apartment, @&#$ these people,they need to *#$&%^ upgrade"

Okay,so granted he has not had any sleep, but really? Pipes burst all the time when it is cold outside. It has been exceptionally cold outside. Hello!!!!

The maintenance men come, they go shut off the water and then notice we had another leak down the hall from the original leak, luckily my dirty clothes hamper was there to catch it.

(sarcasm).

About an hour and a half later everything is clean. or as clean as it can be.

We are both so frazzled at this point we decided I would just pick up something to eat on the way out.

I asked Joe where he wanted me to pick food up from, the following is word for word dialogue of what was said, this will be important later on.

Joe~ well where are you going

me~ i am going to Fred Meyer and the liquor store

Joe~ well what is close to there

me~ *sigh* the same places that have always been there, taco bell, jack in the box and dairy queen

Joe~ no McDonalds?

me~ no..do you want me to go to McDonalds?

Joe~ what about Burger King

me~ you do not like Burger King

Joe~ I know, but don't they have that Twilight thing you wanted?

**side note** Burger King is selling these Twilight Water bottles

me~ awww, twilight, I forgot about that

I figured he was trying to make up for all the cussing he did before. Even though Burger King was way out of my way, I decided to suck it up because I knew he was trying to be nice,

and I really wanted a Twilight water bottle.

Burger King is my last stop, I finish up at the store, head on over to Burger King. OMG!!! The parking lot is horrible, the line to the drive thru is sticking out in the main road. What do I have I death wish? I think not.

Screw this.

I drive down this little road right behind Burger King, I call Joe and tell him this is crazy I am just going to McDonalds. I can see a brand new McDonalds across the street but I am not familiar with this area, I get out of my car trying to see which is the easiest way to exit this hell hole.

And that's when it hit me,

I am sitting in the parking lot of one of the sleaziest motels I have ever seen. The big ole "Welcome" sign says "We do hourly rates"

great. I could of sworn I even saw a prostitute making her way over to me. I am getting the hell out of here.

I somehow make it to McDonalds, a brand new McDonalds,one that I have never been to before. Apparently I have my pick of two windows in which I can order from, ummm, okay.

I had somewhat of a big order,I always do when I order out. I pull up to the window where I am suppose to pay but the lady wants to go over my order real quick.

"Okay, so you have two number one's
one number three
three happy meals"

"yes, that's it but I also need another quarter pounder sandwich,not the combo, just the sandwich"

"yes, I got that"

"okay, thanks"

and I drive off without paying!!!!!!!! I can see her looking out the window after me. Geez, where is my head today?!?

Thankfully no one is behind me so I can quickly reverse.

"I am so sorry, I do not know what I was thinking"

"It's okay, believe it or not this happens all the time"

I finally pay for the food then pull off in a parking space to check it, of course they forgot the sandwich.

I now have to pull through the drive thru again.

"Oh, you're back"

"Yes, I am back"

I proceed with the sandwich order,remembering to pay this time, and I am off....again.

Now comes the fun part, how the hell do I get out of here?

There is some kind of funky looking round-about in this shopping center where McDonalds is. I must have went around that thing five times trying to figure out where I am suppose to turn, and then....

Carolyn (my sister,who never calls) calls me on the cell. It is against the law in WA to talk on your cell while driving. I do not answer it.

Still trying to find my turn.

Carolyn calls again

and again.

Screw it, I pull over into the parking space and call her back. For all I know some emergency happened. Someone died or is in the hospital, this is how my mind works.

I call her back

"I just sent you the funniest ring tone from my phone,did you get it?"

"Ummmm, I do not know, I am kinda driving here"

"Oh"

"What is it?"

Then my dear dear sister breaks out into

"Morning, Sarah. That's a very nice purple dress. It's very purpley"

"What the hell is that"

at this point she is laughing hysterically, I guess there was no emergency.

"It's from the movie Elf"

"Okay, I will check it when I get home,you know, cause I am driving and all"

We get off the phone, I think I somewhat have an idea of where I am going now. And then....

the blasted phone rings again. It's "Home" calling.

Once again, I do not answer it.

It continues ringing,

still ringing,

the phone is ringing all the way till I get home.

I park in front of out building and AJ (my 18 yr old know it all son) comes down to help unload the car.

AJ~ I had a very bad day so do not start in on me

me~ are you freakin kidding me? Who kept calling

AJ~ Joe

me~ well what did he want?

AJ~ just wanted to know when you would be home

me~ are you freaking kidding me?

my stress level is beyond repair at this point, and then I see him.

Joe.

"Okay, seriously, you can not call me non stop when I am driving,it is against the law to talk on the cell when you are driving"

"Well so is speeding but you do that"

"whatever"

and that, my dear friend is my day in a nutshell. All I can say is I do not get paid what I am worth!!

And for tonight, I am going to take a nice long hot bubble bath (assuming our hot water is turned back on) grab a rum and coke, and do absolutely nothing,

because tomorrow

I have to take Gracie to her school to make gingerbread houses and afterwards she has a hair appointment...at Supercuts....14.00 (as opposed to the seventy plus dollars I paid last time!)

jealous?!
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I Can Write Open Letters Too!

2009-12-03T10:32:00.001-08:00

So,I am going to be a brat and voice an annoyance/rant I have about another Blogger. Pretty bad huh?

There is a blog that over the past few months I have been reading. Now, this person is not a follower of mine, but to spare any hurt feelings, I will not mention the blog (even though if you also happen to be a follower of her blog, you will know the one I am talking about).

Now, to be honest,I was never able to fully "get into" her blog. Not sure what it was, some of her content seems a little bit fake to me. The main reason I read her blog was to keep updated on one of her children who was very sick. Thank God, he is now all better (so I should probably stop following her huh?)

Well, last night, this particular Blogger wrote what I think is one of the dumbest blogs ever. I know I know, who am I to judge, right? I am no one. Just another Blogger in this huge blogging world. I know not everyone is going to enjoy my post, and I am okay with that. That being said....

This Blogger started Tweeting last night about how she was going to write an "open letter" to Tiger Woods and post it on her blog.

Huh?

Why? What is the point? She is a pretty popular Blogger, but not THAT popular. In my humble opinion, this seemed so out of character for her type of blog. Yet, curiosity got the best of me. Unfortunately.

Her blog was about the length of a college text book. I had to stop reading after the first paragraph. I was bored, I could care less about Tiger Woods, and to be honest, I did not even care about her advice/opinions/what-ever-you-want-to-call-it to other married couples, know what I mean? The particular blogs I read are funny,humorous, give me a little bit of a break from my daily stress. I need to hear from other mom's who know where I am coming from, who understand me. This particular Blogger in all honesty will never be able to relate to my post, and that's okay, or it was okay,

till last night.

Granted, I did not read her entire post, maybe there was some kind of hidden message in there, who knows and who cares. If you lose your readers in the first paragraph, then in my opinion, you are not doing something right.

Anyhow,this post really was not intended to bash another blogger yet somehow it ended up that way. I guess I was just really disappointed and felt her post was not only dumb, but condescending at that.

So, I decided,in the spirit of her "Open Letter To Tiger Woods" blog, I myself am going to write an open letter.

Just not to Tiger Woods.

To my one and only Edward Cullen.

If you have been in hiding the past year, you may not be familiar with Edward. He is the HAWT vampire from Twilight/New Moon, and more importantly he is my boyfriend.

Kinda.

Yes, I know he is a fictional character

to some.

To me, he is something different.

and on that note.

Dear Edward Cullen,

You are the best vampire ever. I only wish you would feel for me what you feel for dumb Bella. Sometimes, while I am dropping my daughter off at school, I "think" I can feel you watching me, hiding in the woods, making sure what little sunlight Seattle has, does not find you. You know, because of the whole sparkle thing and all.

I feel Bella is leading you and Jacob along, who needs that kind of drama? Go ahead and be the bigger vamp, set dumb Bella free and give her to the wolves.

But if you don't, that's okay, because I know one day, when I least expect it you will come into my room and watch me as I sleep, then we will meet, and you will be so taken in by charm you will completely forget about dumb Bella and turn me into a vampire, then we can have little vampire babies together, or not, your choice.

Love,
Me

Honestly, I was completely sober when I first started this post,

Now,

not so much.

My Night In Chaos

2009-12-02T19:47:00.000-08:00

My kids,16,8,4,and 2.

That alone would drive anyone insane.

and a husband, who is obsessed about his towel (see last post) and he apparently needs me to find socks for him.

every-single-day.

Vodka calling!

Tonight has been exceptionally stressful. You know the normal kind of stress where you just want to pull your hair out? Or the kind of stress that has you thinking you are never allowing your husband to touch you ever again?

Well, this was not the kind of stress I was dealing with tonight.

Nope.

Tonight my stress level was at the point where "Mommy really needs a time out,here are some markers, go to town".

I spent all day (okay so not all day, maybe an hour, but still, it felt like an all day thing) cooking chicken for dinner.

The house was filled with the wonderful aroma of barbecued chicken and garlic. I have seriously not seen a prettier chicken, until.....

it seems that as soon as my back was turned, one of my four little angels decided to make the chicken look even prettier,

with glitter.

Yep, I said glitter.

You know the kind of glitter I am talking about, the Christmas glitter that I use on on Christmas stockings, they found my stash,

and decided to make the already pretty chicken look even prettier.

and as if that was not enough (yes, it gets worse)

I had to make them a bowl of top ramen. I have nothing on Martha Stewart I tell ya!

and as if feeding the kids top ramen for dinner was bad enough, my adorable little two you old felt the need to pick up her bowl and throw it.

and of course, because God has such a funny sense of humour,it did not all land in some neat little pile.

Nope.

In fact at this very moment I am surrounded by top ramen noodles.

it is in my hair, on my lap, on my freshly vacuumed carpet. I had to flick a piece off the computer screen.

and you know what?

I have decided I am going to leave it just where it is, the husband will have a nice surprise when he comes home from work.

I am going to grab my adult beverage and go watch my Wednesday night shows

and I refuse to feel guilty about it.

My Husband and the Towel

2009-12-01T22:48:00.000-08:00

My husband has this blasted Seattle Seahawks towel that he will not allow anyone to use. Anyone. Including me,his wonderful adoring wife.

Let's ignore the fact that the Seahawks pretty much suck this season, and let us also ignore the fact that he is not a Seahawk fan. That being said, I want to know why I am not even allowed to use this stupid towel.

Of course I have my own towel that is pretty and girly and covers me completely,I just want to know that I can use his towel if I so wanted (which I do not want to use but he does not know that). Not the case.

He does not even keep his towel where all the others towels are, he keeps it hanging on our bedroom door. Classy huh? I have asked him time and time again why I cannot use his towel. There may have been an occasion or two where I was behind on laundry and really needed a towel. I had to use my sons Spiderman towel.

After I take a shower I am clean,it is not as if I will be getting the towel dirty?

We have been known to wear each others socks, I have worn his shirts and jackets before, and yet this towel is off limits.

I mean it is not like it is an Edward Cullen towel. That I could understand.

My husband and I have four kids, most of the time we have a pretty healthy sex life, and yet he will not let me use his towel? Huh?

Does this towel have some magical power that I am unaware of?

So, you know what I am going to, while he is at work I am going to take a walk on the wild side and use his towel. I am going to spray it will all my girly perfumes and lotions and then sit big and watch.

Will he even notice?

Doubt it, he does not notice when I get a haircut,do I really think he is going to notice when I use his towel?

A part of me hopes he does. Just so I can get a reaction.

And if that does not work,then I will just have to find something of mine that will be off limits to him.

Thanksgiving Madness Part One

2009-11-26T00:01:00.001-08:00

So, I am having Thanksgiving for the first time at my place this year. My family lives all over the freakin country so it is just my husbands family that will be here. I do enjoy playing hostess, as long as
I have an adult beverage on hand. I did all the shopping,all the planning,all the prepping, you name it I did it. Well....I was informed today (Wednesday) that we will NOT be having Thanksgiving on Thursday but we will be having it on Friday. Seriously? You're telling me this while I have one turkey totally defrosted on my counter and another turkey that has been marinating in the fridge since yesterday. Really? Do these people have no clue on what it takes to get a Thanksgiving meal up and going? Apparently not, because, well, we are having Thanksgiving on Friday.

My husband has to work Thanksgiving night (he does retail). My brother in law has to work Thanksgiving day (he is a caterer). Now,neither one of the guys has changed occupations in the last ELEVEN years. We all knew that Thanksgiving would have to be worked around their work schedule. Even two weeks ago when I made the suggestion of "Why don't we just have Thanksgiving on Friday when no one has to work" I was not taken seriously, yet today, when someone other than yours truly comes up with the idea, it is now "what a great idea". Ummmm, okay. So instead of having turkey with all the fixings tomorrow I have to make a last minute dash to Walmart and grab some frozen pizzas, while I re prep the food for Friday and while I do even more cleaning. Oh yeah, jealous yet? So...stay tuned, I am sure when all is said and done I will have quite a few more "Thanksgiving Madness" stories to share. Till then,just give me my wine and stick me in the corner.

A Day With the Doc

2009-11-24T11:00:00.000-08:00

So,I just got back from my annual DR. appointment and thought this was so much more worthy of a blog than the other one I had in mind. I will post about the "shaved Legs" tomorrow, for now, this one was just too funny to pass up.

I am about 6 months behind on my annual "woman's checkup". I reluctantly made my appointment for today. There is a list of about 50 things that I would much rather do than this checkup, but, I do believe every woman should be in control of her own health,have your own voice, go to your appointments. Now that I got that out of the way, here we go.

I show up at the Dr's office, the same Dr's office that I have been going to for the past 5 years. Right away something looked different, especially the sign on the door that said "Vasectomy Clinic". Huh. What is this about? I go in and immediately notice all these guys, old guys,like little old 70ish men. Hmmmm. I look around, there is not one single female in there, not even behind the desk.

Man behind the desk~ "you look like you are in the wrong place"

Me~ "Ya think? Where is Dr Roe's office"

Man behind the desk~ they moved about a year ago, next street over, but you cannot get to it from here,need to go out to the light.

Me~ "Of course I do, it would be too easy any other way"

At this point I am officially late for my appointment, and I am still trying to figure out why 70 year old men want a vasectomy. I did not even know they could still have sex. Apparently they can not only have sex, but they can have children too. Who knew?

Thankfully, I was able to find the new place without any problems. As soon as I walk in all the females behind the desk decide to put me on the spot.

"Jennifer, are you Jennifer, you're late"

Me~ "I know,I am sorry, I had no idea you guys moved, I can reschedule if you want"

"No no it is okay"

Damn. I was secretly hoping they would reschedule. Again, there is a list of about 50 things that I would rather do than this. Pulling of wisdom teeth, take a bath in bleach,watch barney non stop with the kiddos, you get the point.

The nurse immediately takes me back to check my weight and height. Jealous yet?

"Please, I beg you, do not tell me how much I weigh"

Nurse~ "we have to check weight"

Me~ "I know,I just do not want to know how much I weigh"

Nurse~ "So do not look"

Me~ "Why didn't I think of that"

After my weight it is time to check my height.

Nurse~ "Do you not want to know your height too"

Is she being funny or is she serious. If she is being funny then kudos to her for her sarcastic sense of humour, however something tells me she is being serious.

Me~ "Height is fine,the number will not put me in a state of depression"

Nurse~ "You talk to DR about being depressed"

So, the nurse has no sense of humour.

Nurse~ "You are 5'5"

Huh? That cannot be right,I thought I was 5'7

Me~ "Are you sure?"

Nurse~ "I no lie, you 5'5

Me~ "thought I was 5'7"

Nurse~ "5'5"

Me~ "Have I always been 5'5?"

Nurse~ "I should not told you height"

Whatever. I am 5'7.

She takes me back to the room, asks me all the usual questions,any concerns etc. other than my height issues, all is well, I am just here for my checkup. She then gives me a hospital gown that she tries to pull off as a robe that I must put on, opening goes in front. I mean really? Does that not defeat the purpose of the robe/gown, why can't the opening go in the back. The best part was the paper "blanket" I was given to keep my legs warm.

She leaves, and I am trying to figure out what I can do for the next 30 min or so. Usually that is how long it takes for the DR to come in,however, today was an exception, he came right in. Thank you God.

Remember, I have been a patient of his for 5 years, he literally saved my 4 year daughters life when I was pregnant with her. She was the first gastroschesis baby he had ever delivered. I feel very comfortable with him and he enjoys talking with me. Must be my sparkling personality. We catch up, he ask how the kids are doing,ask about my husband whom he has met numerous times also. If it was not for the fact that he was about to go to places no one else has ever been, I would say it was a nice little visit.

Dr. does what he has to do, it is quick and painless. He tells me to get dressed and he will be back to talk to me. Great, that's never good. Once he returns he starts asking me questions about my menstrual cycle, everything is fine on my end. Still the usual 28 days, no changes nothing.

DR~ "I want you to consider a minor surgery procedure"

Me~ "What"

DR~ "It is very minor, you are put under, will not feel a thing"

Now, call me crazy, but anything that involves "being put under" does not sound "minor".

DR~ "All I would do is put you under, then I fill up your uterus with boiling water to shed the lining"

WHAT?!?!? Did he just say boiling water?!?! In my uterus?!?! Am I being punked??

Me~ "HUH?!?!"

DR~ "This procedure will help you with your menstrual cycle. In most cases it will stop your menstrual cycle"

Me~ "Ummm, is this necessary?"

DR~ "Not at all, it is your choice,I just want you to consider it, whether it be now or down the road, just know that this option is there"

Me~ "Yeah, I am going to have to pass, but thanks anyway"

I mean really. I have dealt with my menstrual cycle for as long as I can remember. Why stop now? Plus, as long as I have my period, then I am still considered somewhat young,right? I am keeping this sucker for as long as I can. What is 5 days out of the month, a walk in the park I tell ya!

And there ya have it. Who would have known this morning when I woke up that I would step inside a vasectomy clinic, and have the oh so tempting offer of having boiling water in my uterus. Gross, no thank you!

I'm Baaaack!

2009-11-23T18:25:00.000-08:00

So, yeah, I have been gone awhile. Just over a month I think? Let me bring you up to date on whats been going on....absolutely nothing! As some of you know,the month of November is "national novel writing month". I decided to join NANO. The goal being to write a 50,000 word novel for November. That has been keeping me busy since I was last here, but now I am back with a vengeance. I finished my novel, which is a rough rough rough draft,but it is there. I will spend at least the month of December editing it, then we will see what happens in January. My kids and husband were all sick, deathly sick,I am talking h1n1 swine flue sick, but they got over it, because I am such an awesome mom/wife (not really,I just said a lot of prayers to the big man upstairs)

Oh, and I almost forget the best news of all. I FINALLY saw "New Moon". OMG, I freakin LOVED it! That Edward just does something to me! I love him, wanna see what I mean?

Is he not dreamy?! Did I seriously just SAY dreamy? See, he has me talking as if I grew up in the 1950's.

Anyhow, I highly recommend New Moon (but Edward is mine!) I will be back tomorrow with a lovely post on how I accidentally forgot to shave my legs. You know you've been there! In fact you are probably there now....see ya tomorrow!

Bad Parenting At Its Finest

2009-10-19T10:22:00.000-07:00

I did something so bad,yet so funny yesterday to my two older kids. Some may call it bad parenting,I call it payback for giving me a hard time over cleaning their room. Anyhow, I came across the following video on my cousins Facebook page. Since it involved Michael Jackson,and I am a huge Michael Jackson fan, I just had to see what it was all about. Needless to say this video made me age about ten years in the span of a second. Nothing ever freaks me out,nothing. I am usually so good at being able to predict what is going to happen, the climax of the film,this stupid you-tube video got me,I mean it really really got me. Of course,I could not let it end with me-who else can I try to freak out by this video? While I was watching it, and after I screamed,my husband (NOT Edward Cullen) asked "what's going on, what is that, I want to see" so I happily obliged. Now obviously he knew something was coming and it STILL freaked him out. Ahhh, but it was still in my system,who else could I get with this video? A-HA!! So, I call my two sons out to the living room (15 and 8, going on 21 and 16) I told them "You have got to watch this, it is so cool,you can see Michael Jacksons ghost". They both know who Michael Jackson is (see, I cannot be that bad of a mom) and the younger one really likes to get scared (or so I thought)I had them watch the video. In the opening of the video you have to really listen and read the screen, so these two dorks (just like me) were sitting so close to the screen that when the "surprise" happened they freaked out, fell of their chair. I was laughing so hard I was crying. I should have recorded them, like on of those "reaction" videos on you tube. It was soooo funny! Is that mean that I think it was so funny? For all you readers who have young kids, just wait till they hit their teens, then you will see where I am coming from. Sometimes, it is fun being a mom!

So....I posted the video in case any of you want to take a look. Since you already know something is going to happen, the shock wont be as good as if you were seeing it for the first time,but maybe there is someone you can freak out with the video. It really is a lot of fun...and on that note, I am going to go call my therapist.

MAKEUP GIVE-AWAY!!

2009-10-16T18:11:00.000-07:00

This is so much fun. I notice I have a few new followers (yay me!!) If you guys like makeup you should head over HERE to enter this fun give-away.

Here is all the info from Theta Mom (her button is on my left side-bar)

The mini makeup collection has it all! From eye-shadows, to blush and bronzers, it’s all included in one sleek compact. What I love most about this product is that I can slip it into my bag and bring it with me anywhere I go. So perfect for traveling! It has everything I need, including three brushes to boot! Whether I need it for a quick touch up or that extra beauty glow, this will be my go-to compact. It has definitely become a staple in my makeup bag.

So here’s the best part…e.l.f. is going to give one of my lucky readers the chance to win their very own 27 piece mini makeup collection!

Here’s what the collection includes:
9 eyeshadow shades
1 cream eyeshadow shade
1 blush
1 bronzer
10 lip gloss shades
1 brow powder
1 eye liner pencil
1 dual ended eyeshadow applicator and brush
1 face brush
1 lip brush

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The One Where I Had To Say "I'm Sorry"

2009-10-16T12:00:00.000-07:00

Ugh! Please tell me I am not the only one who hates to admit when I am wrong. ESPECIALLY to my husband, NOT Edward Cullen. I (sometimes) have that "I am right and you are wrong" mentality, can't help it,it is in my genes. So here is the story. NOT Edward Cullen got off work early on Wednesday night. He was home at 11pm,I of course took advantage of him being home early and went to sleep, while he stayed up to play the dumb x-box with his brother online. Now....keep in mind I have to get up at 6am (kids, school) and he was officially off for three days. Around 2 am, my 2 yr old comes in my room and for some strange reason, starts to play?!?!?! So,I did what I had to do trying to settle her down, while NOT Edward Cullen was playing the dumb x-box. I probably lost a good 45 min of good sleep because of her. Anyhow.....6 am comes around and I am dead to the world. NOT Edward Cullen is asleep on the sofa. I hate the mornings-sooooo NOT a morning person. I am the biggest beeeyotch in the mornings, always have been and probably always will be. Everyone knows this about me,including the kids and NOT Edward Cullen. My kids are dragging this particular morning. The 8 yr old is on the floor laying down while putting his pants on. We are now officially late-which means no Starbucks run for me. Crap! Finally, my lack of sleep got the best of me. "IF YOU GUYS DON'T GET IT TOGETHER ASAP YOU WILL BE STAYING HOME TODAY,I AM SO SICK OF DOING THIS EVERY SINGLE MORNING" (my kids are weird and actually like going to school, so keeping them home is a huge punishment)well, apparently I woke up NOT Edward Cullen with my yelling (at this point I really did not care, after all he has the whole day to relax!) He starts yelling "Why ARE YOU YELLING, THAT'S NOT GOING TO HELP ANYTHING". Soooooo not in the mood to hear his words of wisdom right now, so I told him "Can you just shut up please". Now, keep in mind I did say please. That has to count for something? He got quiet and I knew he was mad. Double crap!! The kids and I leave, I proceed on with my day. I just knew that I was going to have to tell him I was sorry for telling him to shut up, and I was regretting it. In my head,I did not really do/say anything THAT bad. I mean I did say "please" and he did not help me with the two yr old last night, he does know how I am in the morning, could I get away with not telling him I was sorry? My inner voice told me I had to say I am sorry. UGH!! The first thing I did when I came home was tell him "I am sorry for yelling at you this morning,it was wrong,I was tired, you know how I am in the mornings". Okay, the hard part was over with, maybe that wasn't so bad. NOT Edward Cullen looked at me, wide eyed "Wow, you actually apologized, I know how much you hate doing that" (told ya,I hate saying I am sorry) Then he felt the need to throw in there "I think I handled that pretty good, I could have went off on you but I sat and kept my mouth shut" *Sigh" so this is how it is going to go huh. "You're right, you did very good, I know you could have went off, but you are such a nice and understanding husband, I am so lucky you understand me" blah blah blah. Just between you and I though,he was still wrong! I never would have told him to shut up if I had proper sleep, and I would have had proper sleep if he had helped me with our two yr old. I suppose this is just one of those battles where I have to let him "think" he won, but in the end, we all know who really did win.....right?

Best Chicken Recipe Ever!!

2009-10-13T17:15:00.000-07:00

Martha Stewart I am not! I do know how to cook, and over the years have perfected a dish or two, but that is where it ends. About a month ago I came across this amazing chicken recipe that I had to share (we just had it for dinner, that's what made me think of it again). I have a large family, fours kids, one of them a teenager. I am always looking for cheap easy meals that will go a long way. I am also doing low carb, so of course this is somewhat a low carb but my husband never knows it. I but those family size packages of chicken things and drumsticks, usually I end up using the entire package plus half of the other.

chicken thighs or drumsticks
diet soda
barbecue sauce

put the chicken in a large pot, pour the diet soda all over the chicken,then do the same w/ the sauce. Make sure you add a little bit of water to the leftover sauce in the bottle, give it a good shake to get as much as you can. Let it come to a full boil then lower the heat, cover and let simmer for a good 30-40 minutes. Then,,,preheat oven to 375, take the chicken out of the pot out on a pan (at this point the chicken is just about falling off the bone) season with any kind of seasoning you want, I also add a little bit more sauce so it caramelizes, leave it in the oven for a good 15-20 minutes. Then enjoy!!

It really is so good and easy. Even though the sauce is not low carb there is never enough of it to mess me up on my diet. There is something in the soda that gives the chicken a nice smokey flavor. My brother in law who is a caterer says that is how they cook their chicken and pot roast too. I have not yet tried it w/ pot roast,rest assured I will!!

Today is one of those days where...

2009-10-12T13:43:00.000-07:00

~ I did not want to wake up. All I wanted to do was sleep sleep sleep. I seriously thought about calling the kids school just to tell them there was a "family emergency" (yeah, my lack of sleep!).

I do not want to cook, anything! Yet, if I do not cook, then everyone starves. God forbid someone were to take the initiative and cook for themselves, or even me!

~ I do not want to do laundry, but considering I had to go searching the house for a clean shirt for my daughter, it is time I do some laundry.

~ I do not want to follow my "to do list" today, I do not even want to do one single thing on it, yet if I do not do it, once Thursday comes around I will regret it.

~ I do not want to stick to my dumb diet today (even though I should) all I want to do is eat some sour cream and onion potato chips and a diet coke. Perhaps some top rammen too,because it is freain cold here in Seattle.

~I do not want to work with my daughter today w/ potty training. All I will do is sit in the bathroom with her for (what seems like) hours on end while she sits and does nothing.

~ I do not want to clean, cook, be nice,do homework,argue with a 16 yr old. All I want to do is curl up on my over sized sofa with a good book and sleep....but then, nothing would ever get accomplished. Such is like of a mom.

The One About The Door

2009-10-09T11:23:00.000-07:00

Disclaimer~unfortunately I have to add another disclaimer. Just like yesterday's post, this post does include adult content. Gosh, I need to go see a Disney movie or something!

My husband, who we all know now as"NOT Edward Cullen" works very long days, sometimes up to 14 hours a day. He also works at 5pm gets off anywhere from 4-7 am. Looonnnggggg days. The plus side, he gets three days off, last night was his night off. After a long week from the both of us (the kids were exceptionally annoying this week) we were looking forward to some "alone time". The plan of action was to watch a movie we knew the kids would not like, in the hopes they would fall asleep early purely out of boredom. We decided on "No Country For Old Men" (very good movie by the way). Two hours, and three-four drinks later, the kids were asleep. SCORE!! We made our way to the bedroom for that much needed "alone time". You know how it goes with kids and sex (or lack there of) for a minute we were just enjoying the sound of absolutely nothing!!! It was amazing, who needs sex when everyone is asleep and everything is quiet? Well...apparently my husband (NOT Edward Cullen) does. So, we do our thing, blah blah blah, and right before the "finish line" our 8 yr old (The Spacey One) comes barging in our door, screaming and crying....

"Dad,dad someone is trying to open the front door"

What the hell?!?!?!?! In that moment we flew out of bed, tripping on blankets, "Not Edward Cullen"managed to put on my shirt instead of his own, I am running around like some crazy woman ,trying to cover up, making sure the rest of the kids were asleep, trying to find the phone in case I need to call 911. It was a big ole hot mess. My husband goes to the door, listens, and opens it..........in walks our cat "meeeeooooowwwww". Our cat knows how to turn the doorknob on doors, she cannot open it,but she does try. "The Spacey One" forgot this valid piece of info and assumed we were going to be murdered in our sleep. Talk about a mix of emotions all in the span of 5 min tops! We went from "alone time" to thinking we were being robbed, to being thankful it was just our cat. Whew! I did tell "The Spacey One he did the right thing (other than forgetting to knock!) never open the front door ESPECIALLY late at night. We calmed him down, then went out back (NOT Edward Cullen is a bad smoker, one of the many reasons I refer to him as NOT Edward Cullen) we are sitting there just taking it all in. I am going over in my head how much money we have in savings, because after what my son saw (when he came barging in the room) he will most definitely be in need of some kind of therapy.....My adrenaline was still going, I felt like I had about 5 cups of coffee. I looked at my husband, sitting there, smoking his cigarette and just had to ask,

"and what exactly were you thinking by opening the door, what if it wasn't our cat, then what, were you seriously going to sit there and fight off all possible intruders,by yourself,only to leave the kids and I to our death, I mean really, it is not like you are Edward Cullen or anything."

What Are Men Really Thinking?

2009-10-08T10:10:00.000-07:00

Disclaimer~The following post does have some adult content in it (sex).

I was listening to my usual radio station today after dropping the kids off at school. For anyone who lives in WA Stae, Jackie&Bender (Here). They are freakin hilarious, and happen to be married. I just love them and have happily welcomed them into my new morning routine. Today, they had some guy on-because I was dropping kids off, walking them to their classrooms, I missed who this guy was, but indeed, he was a guy. Anyhow, this guy along w/ Bender (Jackie's hubby) was telling us girls what guys are thinking before/during/after sex. It was sooooo funny. Now, first, I have to point out that I am happily married. I really do not care what any other guys thinks about before/during/after sex other than my husband BUT (yes, there is always a BUT) I just love being inside a guys head, if only for a moment. Not too mention it is good comic relief. So, here we have it

Before Sex (early in the relationship) a guy will ask "Sooooo, how many people have you been with?"

They do not REALLY want to know the answer to this, for all the single girls out there, always low ball your number.

(again, this is their advice, not necessarily mine)

During Sex-to make sure the deed is done correctly, some guys will sing the alphabet in their head to make sure nothing "finishes" too quickly.

(Isn't that funny?? I never knew that!)

If your partner ask "does this feel good?" tell them the truth, even if it does not. Apparently all guys are dumb in this department and really need to be trained.

(again, according to them, not necessarily me)

After sex-when they ask how you liked it, pretty much lie to them, you can always go back in a subtle way and teach them where they messed up.

Listening to these guys give out their advice makes me happy I am married!! I do not think I could go through all that again. It took my husband (NOT Edward Cullen) and I a good 5 years to get everything all ironed out. The thought of starting over again doing it all with someone knew freaks me out and makes me sad. It has to be hard being single and dating now a days.

Aside from the sexual side of all this, I would really like to know what my husband (NOT Edward Cullen) is thinking when

~ he waits till I get home from running my errands to ask me what there is too eat

~ He plays the stupid x-box while our girls are getting into my makeup and then wonders why I am so mad

~ He goes on and on and on and on about his night at work then gets made when I yawn

~ Forgets to wish our 16 yr old a Happy Birthday!!!

~ He refuses to go see "New Moon" with me yet wants me to see "Transformers" ummmm, not going to happen!!

Men...can't live with them and we can't live without them!

Car Pool Moms

2009-10-07T12:04:00.000-07:00

You know those moms that pull up into the car pool lane, always just in time for the bell to ring, if not shortly there after,the moms who have the radio blasting to some Lady Gaga song, coffee in one hand (because Starbucks is way more important than actually being on time) hair brush in the other. The moms who are running so late they forget to give their child the once over look and realized just at the last minute their child did indeed forget to comb their hair, and to put matching socks on? Well...that would be me. After I run a brush through my child's hair, after I send him off to start his day, after I have to tell him I am sorry for being late AGAIN this week,after I ask myself "Will anyone really notice his socks do not match?" I sit and people watch while finishing off my pumpkin spice latte. Do these moms really look this good in the morning or is it I who needs to make an extra special effort at putting myself together? As it is now, I have managed to give myself an extra 15 minutes of sleeping by throwing a hat on my head. Some of these mom seriously look like they just came out of the salon, really?? Am I the only one who sees something wrong with putting full makeup on at 7am? You remember how Charlize Theron looked in "Monster"? Hello, that would be me. You know how Charlize Theron looks on red carpet? Hello car pool moms, please tell me your secret! Maybe tomorrow just for fun, I will do full makeup and hair at 7am and see how my day goes. Oh, and as a disclaimer,I know those working moms have to do full hair and makeup, I am talking about the PTA moms, the same moms who I will see later at the grocery store, coffee shop, and on occasion even at the gym in full hair and makeup. "Sigh", I must be doing something wrong.

So tell me,what kind of car pool mom are you?

Giveaway

2009-10-06T19:50:00.000-07:00

Instead of doing what I was suppose to do today (cleaning,organizing,cleaning,cooking and more cleaning) I went blog hunting (my husband is so happy). This ThetaMom is a new favorite blog of mine, and not only that, she has a really cute giveaway going on. A Fine Silver Charm Bracelet (if I knew how to post the picture I would) it really is cute!) So....once you get a chance, head over Here to enter this fun giveaway....and...FYI, this was the first time I have entered a giveaway so you know it must be worth it!

This and That

2009-10-06T10:16:00.001-07:00

So I have neglected this blog for about a week. It is not my fault, honest!! First...I decided I wanted to make a few changes to it (header). My brother made this one for me. It suits me more. I am the farthest thing from the "Traditional Housewife".

I am STILL trying to figure out what it is I want to write about. I have so many good ideas floating in this head of mine, but unless I start to execute something,anything,all they will be are ideas......and my luck, someone else will come along with the same idea, and end up with a best seller. For all you writers out there.....how do you do it? How do you stick to one writing project at a time?

Someone please tell me, am I the only one sick and tired of hearing about Jon and Kate?? Are they really the biggest news story going on right now? Last time I checked we still had our men over in Iraq and yet Jon and Kate news seem to be what is more important? Give me a break! I will say this for the very last time, Jon and Kate BOTH have issues, they BOTH need therapy, they are BOTH wrong. I do not want to hear Kate's "I am a single mom now speech" I do not want to hear how she cannot pay her bills (Ummmm how about with the million dollar advance you got on your book?) and Jon, I do not even want to waste my words on him. They are both acting ridiculous. You know what is so ironic about this entire situation? Kate is off in New York crying to anyone who will listen about how Jon took all the money, Jon is in LA doing interviews on how he wants filming to stop for the sake of the kids. Can someone tell me where the freakin kids are??????? I hope they have a really good nanny, they are going to need one stable adult by their side.

For The Fourth Time This Week

2009-10-01T10:34:00.000-07:00

As I was driving my 4yr old to school this morning, for the fourth time this week I got into an argument with the "Safety Patrol" kid that was blocking the entrance to the parking lot I needed. Again, I say, for the fourth time this week!!

I admit, the parking at this school is the absolute worst parking I have ever seen. Once you turn into the actual school entrance you are suppose to drive all the way down and around,once you turn the "round about" you drop your kid off and then leave. Well, for us pre school moms who need to walk our kids to their classroom, instead of driving straight down, we turn left into the school parking lot. Every single day there is the same safety patrol kid blocking the entrance and every single day I have to stop the car, roll my window down and "ask" him (he my be no more than 11) if it is okay that I park. Really?? Why does he even need to be blocking the entrance, ESPECIALLY when there are plenty of spaces available. I think he takes his job a little too seriously. So today, for the fourth time this week, this kid and I go through our usual routine

Me "Can I park, I need to take her to pre school"

Kid "No,you have to drive around and drop her off"

Me "SHE IS FOUR YEARS OLD IN A SPECIALIZED PRESCHOOL I AM NOT DROPPING HER OFF NOW OR EVER WHY MUST WE DO THIS EVERY SINGLE DAY WHY WHY WHY?????"

Kid "okay,sorry"

he quickly moved out of my way as I was screeching tires out of frustration. I need things to be simple, I need life to run smoothly. I know that does not always happen,I know the only predictable thing about life is there is nothing predictable about it, but c'mon, am I really asking too much to be able to park in a parking space and walk my daughter to class?? On that note, I need a cup of coffee!

Short Stories

2009-09-28T10:01:00.000-07:00

I had one of those dreams a few nights ago that just seemed so real. When I awoke, it took me a few minutes to realize it was indeed just a dream......with a real shocker for the ending. This dream was good, if I had not been the main character I would not have been so freaked out by it, but for some reason, my sub conscious put me in the lead role. Why?!?! I started to think that this dream has potential. Whether it be for a full out novel or short story I was undecided but it definitely has something. So, I started to google "short stories" and was pleasantly surprised with what I read. Here. I can do this. My dream was just long enough (at least it seemed that way) to make a good short story, and, the reality is, it may very well take a turn on it's own and become a novel-but that is neither here nor there now. So, my goal for the next few weeks is to work on this short story.

1. Another great way to practice my writing.

2. What starts off as one short story may turn into a series of short stories

3. Potential for a novel could be a slim possibility

I broke up the dream into 5 parts, each day I will be writing a part. I have no idea if this is how it is suppose to be done. One of the good things about writing is there are really no set rules as to "how" you write, just as long as you do so.

Here are the parts I will be working on this week.

1. Sunday Afternoon

2. Arrested/Police

3. Goodbyes

4. Attorneys

5. Denial

I know that probably makes no sense-just mainly so I have a go to list. The goal is for these five "parts" to make up a short story. Well, that's it for now. Will report in tomorrow on how far I got with Sunday Afternoon (part 1) for now, grab a cup of coffee and enjoy.

One last thing...did you know that Stephenie Meyer had a dream about Twilight (the meadow scene) THAT is how this entire Twilight seres started...alll from a dream!

I'm Sick!!!

2009-09-24T13:50:00.000-07:00

I never, ever, ever get sick, ever!!! Yet, here I am sick, and I hate it. I am one of those people who never takes any medicine (unless it involves pain from a c-section) I despise medicine and at the risk of sounding crazy, I just do not trust it. I have four kids-they never ever ever take medicine UNLESS there is just no other way around it. My kids made it all summer without the slightest ounce of a cold,they go back to school and everyone is sick (including me!) I prefer to treat the cold/fever on my own, lots of liquids, lots of rest, lots of fruits. It always works for me. Now, I am the only one who is sick and quite frankly I am sick of being sick. Especially today. As luck would have it, this is quite a busy day for me, and I am sick, blah!!! I had my usual errands to run, taking three kids to three different schools, picking up the three kids from the three different schools, my 4 yr old "The Princess" has open house tonight at school and all I really want to do is SLEEP. Well, that's what my husband ("NOT Edward Cullen") is doing. He works such an odd shift, 5 pm to 4am. I would have wished when he got home from work he would have gotten his sleep in so he would have been up to help me out with the kids, wishful thinking on my part. Instead he played that dumb xbox football game, and me being the good wife that I am (and learning how to pick my battles) I kept my mouth shut. I figured he would annoy me sometime tonight and then I can really let him have it....... only kidding, sort of.

So, now I must use my coconut oil and hope it will make me miraculously better by 6 pm tonight. If you have never tried coconut oil, I highly recommend it. It really is natures cure for everything. You can oil pull, use it as a moisturizer, ingest it, cook with it, anything and everything. It always makes me feel better. One of these days I just need to devote an entire post on coconut oil-but for now, I must go and ingest it. Have a cup of coffee (for me) and enjoy!!

I love my husband, but........

2009-09-23T10:27:00.000-07:00

~Why is it he will be standing with the refrigerator door open, looking around inside and will still ask me "What do we have to eat?" ("Well, I do not know, I am not by the refrigerator!")

~ Why does he get so mad playing that dumb football game on x-box? I mean really, HE is the one that has the controller, he should get mad at himself...right?

~ When he is trying to find the remote, he just looks with his eyes, he does not actually pick up things. That annoys me. Then, it is I who has to get up from doing whatever it is I am doing to find it (in under 2 minutes, because I actually lift things up)

Just a few (innocent) pep peeves about my husband (who I may refer to as "Not Edward Cullen") the longer I keep this blog going the more I am sure you will get to know him and the rest of this crazy family. Let's see, there is my husband. He is a good guy (on most days) hard worker, great work ethic (except when he is home) He is a retail manager which as some of you know is just another word for "glorified babysitter". Then there is my 15 yr old son, also known as "The one who is always right" or at least he THINKS he is. I have noticed major attitude from him lately and I am not happy about it,not at all! Is it me or do kids seems different back from when we were younger? No respect, laziness,thinking he is ALWAYS right....ummmm wrong!!! Next in line is my second son, the 8 yr old, "the spacey one". Not too sure if it is the age or what, but "the spacey one" is just that, spacey!!! The other day I was standing outside watching him play, he says "Look at what I can do" before he gives me a chance to respond, he cuts out across the street on a skateboard, without even stopping to see if a car was coming....like I said, "the spacey one". My two daughters are the youngest "The Princess" is my 4 yr old, all girl, loves pink,purple and butterflies. She had some health issues at birth that I will blog about one of these days. "The Princess" was made to entertain, she is always (trying to sing, dance,make you laugh. She is quite the character, but I am sure all mothers say that about at least one of their children. My youngest is 2 yrs old "The Shy One". Not too sure if it is because she is the youngest or what, but she is soooo shy. I really need to get her out more. Once she starts school it will be pretty hard on her if I do not break her out of her shell. Then there is I "The Queen B". I am a stay at home mother of 4 sometimes 5 (depending on the day). My goal in life is to become a published writer. I am slowly working on a novel or two, but for the young adult genre., which I believes suits me best.

Well, I hope you enjoyed learning just a little about this crazy family. Not too sure what my next post will be.. For now, just grab a cup of coffee and enjoy!

Cheating

2009-09-21T12:52:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I got from very disappointing news. A sibling of mine had found out their significant other had cheated. Ouch!!! My sibling is devastated, and of course me being the (not so) older sibling, I just want to fix it all-and beat the significant other's boo-tay. They have been together for about 4 years, living together, they have history together and now because the significant other chose to think with another body part instead of the heart,my sibling is going through hell. That is just not fair. I get that all relationships have highs and lows. I get that even sometimes one party or the other gets bored, and even in some cases may be a little unhappy. I understand everyone is "only human" but c'mon already. There is no good excuse for cheating. If you are unhappy be woman or man enough to go to your significant other and tell them so. Do not take the easy way out and cheat. I mean is it really worth it? Cheating is one of the most selfish acts you can do, and then to not even be "safe" about it makes my blood boil. If you chose to be the scum that is on the bottom of my shoe, so be it, but when you take a risk with my siblings health by not being safe then you are crossing the line not only with me,but the entire family. You (significant other) can post all the stupid myspace status comments you want about how sorry you are, about how crappy you feel but that does not change anything-you messed up and now you have to deal with the consequences, and what really sucks for you is my sibling was probably the best thing that ever happened to you and you messed it up.

So tell me bloggers, what is your stance on cheating? Once a cheater always a cheater? Would you forgive?

For now, grab a cup of and (try) to enjoy!

Blog Expatations

2009-09-18T22:22:00.000-07:00

I foolishly expected to see at least 10 new followers when I checked "Blogging It Out" this morning, to my surprise there were zero new followers. Yes, the more you get to know me the more you will see I have a slight tendency to be a bit over dramatic. It's part of my charm, what can I say?

From my understanding, it takes some time to get a blog noticed. That's okay, I will stick it out and have fun doing so. My original intention was to write something,anything, daily. We see how well that worked out. Good news is I was actually able to do some writing last night on my "Twilight meets Drop Dead Diva" story. Yay me!! Is it a bad thing that I do my best writing with an adult beverage in hand? (preferably a rum and diet coke)

As I type, I have dinner in the oven so I must cut this post short. I just wanted to get a quick something in for today and go read a few other blogs I follow. Next post will be all about ME!! I know, you can't wait huh? Till then, grab a cup of coffee and enjoy!

My First Post

2009-09-16T18:45:00.000-07:00

When I decided to try my hand at blogging,no one told me it would take me all day to get it set up. I mean really?? First I had to pick a header. Then I realized just picking a header is no easy task. I had to MAKE a header, then I had to find a background to match the header. What blog is complete if you don't have your own signature siggy? That took me another good hour to do. All the while my four "angels" were behaving wonderfully (yeah, right). So here I am, pretty satisfied with the outcome, yet still have some tweaking to do. Will it ever end?

Anyhow,I decided to start a blog because I love,love,love to write. Am I any good at it, probably not. If that old saying "practice makes perfect" is true, then I am somewhat on my way. My friends tell me I write like I talk. Not too sure if that is a good thing or not? Either way, it is what it is and I am hear to learn,blog,vent,and perhaps the occasional gossip or two. I am sorry this first post was not more thought provoking, maybe tomorrow? Till next time,grab a cup of coffee and enjoy!