Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!!

Just stopped in to say I hope everyone has a happy holiday. And that for those of us missing people in our lives this year, to find joy and peace with those we are fortunate enough to have. I am having some struggles with my feelings towards my family right now, and this is the first christmas without my husbands grandmother, and its going to be hard. God bless everyone who is missing someone!

If you don't have power, that also means you cant leave the house.

Today I bring to you one of those stories, that could only happen to me.

So I got off work early the other day so I could go to a doctors appt in the afternoon. I took the whole afternoon off. Bc I am smart and I hate working. Duh.

I get home around 11;30am, and as soon as I warm up my spaghettio's (with sliced franks, THE BEST KIND THERE IS) there's a knock on the door.

It's a man from the power company.

Man says: Hi. I'm from AEP. We're gonna have to cut your power for about an hour, we're working down the road here...

Me: You suck. I'm leaving in an hour, can't you wait?

***I will say here, I do not normally speak to people this way, it just came out! Luckily, he laughed.

Him: Hey, we wanna go home too!

Me: Yeah yeah. Okay, thanks for letting me know.

So I think oh that's fine, I won't have tv but my laptop is charged, I can be online...

I get on facebook, start doing my fb thang....and then....the internet cuts out.

Fuck. You have to have the router plugged in! Duh.

Agh, I am a jackass. But that's okay, I'll just go to the mall for awhile before my appt...I go out to the garage, get in my truck, push the button to open the door.....nothing.

You have to have power for that too. FUCK! Now I am stuck here. And furthermore, they better be done in a reasonable amount of time, I'm sure the 1 hour was a lie bc it always is, I have an appt to get to, AND I AM NEVER LATE EVER EVER NEVER EVER. So I text my co-worker Jen and tell her to call me on her lunch break BC I'M SO FUCKING BORED ICANTSTANDIT!!!

My appt was at 2:10. At 1:50, I am calling the office explaining why I'm going to be late. Bc I'm stuck in my fucking garage.

At 2:00, the power comes back on. 2 1/2 hrs later. Really? 1 hour, huh? I was expecting like an extra 30-45 min, not more than double.

On the upside, I'm glad out neighbors got a new power pole, seeing as we called and asked for one 6 months ago bc ours is literally shredding in our yard, and they decide to give the neighbors one. NICE.

Hug your babies a little tighter this holiday season...

This has been a very depressing week. It's been awhile (again) since I've updated anything on here, but I feel compelled to do so today on a serious note.

My best friend growing up, lost her 2 month old nephew last night. He was found unresponsive yesterday morning, lifefloghted out and placed on life support. He didn't make it through the night. My heart breaks for them, and all the other families who have lost a loved one this year.

I think this year will be tough for many people. My family lost our matriach, my husbands grandmother, earlier this year, so this is our first holiday without her. It's already been tough.

Another family member is having a hard time trying to have a baby. Please say a prayer for new life, in light of allmthose we've lost.

I don't think I've announced on this blog yet, but we are expecting a 3rd child in June. I KNOW! It's crazy, but you know, ya gotta live according to God's plan, not your own. We were shocked and excited for the news, but we did also have a minor scare this week when we couldn't find a heartbeat. An urgent ultrasound showed our healthy baby, just twirling around in there. Whew.

Another friend in an online moms group I frequent, received a positive test for her baby to be at a higher risk for Down Syndrome. Prayers go to her as well.

This holiday season, I think we should all make it a point to say a few prayers, help someone in need, and remember that we all have our own issues going on. Some people don't talk about them, others wear them on their sleeve, but we all are going through something. I hope everyone has a very merry holiday season, and enjoys spending time with their family & friends, and look forward to a new year, new life, and new beginnings!

We're making it.

We survived the first day of kindergarten! Not only the first day, but we are on week 3 now (I think, maybe it's 4, I don't even know!) and it's going well. Now, at least.

Okay the part that DIDN'T go well, was the first couple times of Austin getting on the bus, sans mama. The first day, he got on with his aunt ( a freshman in hs), who rode the bus at first just for him to get used to it, and he got on that bus and didn't even turn around as he walked away. He did AWESOME! I was so proud of him. And then I went back home and I cried. And then I stopped. And then I e-mailed his teacher. And then I drove by the playground at recess. And then I was the first car in line to pick him up after school. :)

But it did, it went good...the following week, we had to get on a regular schedule, and with my work, on Mon & Tues mornings, I have to go in early right now, so I cannot be there to get him on. So twice, I got to work and got a call from my father in law that he did NOT get on the bus, wouldn't even go outside. I had to leave to go get him and get his arse to school. After the 2nd offense, I didn't know what else to do, so I told him this cannot happen again, bc if it happens a 3rd time, mommy will lose her job, and he will go to jail. Bc kids that don't go to school, get arrested and go to jail, and then we'd never see each other, EVER AGAIN.

Guess who gets on the bus now? Ha. I always win.

So, since he's done so well, today is picture day, and I told him yesterday as  a reward, I would take him to school. He was super excited and everything was great until we walked into school. Cue to clinging to legs, and eyes swollen with tears. Guess I won't be doing THAT again.....and he even  spiked his hair today bc he wanted to have his hair just like his teachers. lol

Enough about that....I should also take this time, to announce to the world that he scored the game winning goal at his soccer game on Saturday, and blocked every goal attempt in the first half as goalie! They don't keep score for the 5-6 age group, but obviously the parents do. haha He got the goal, the last play of the game! Proud mama moment #497.

One of these days, I plan to pick this blog back up, but my writers block lately has been a complete pain in my ass. Even on my fb page. I feel so much pressure, bc all the time, people tell me how much they love reading my fb posts, and look forward to them, which I LOVE, don't get me wrong, but it's a lot of pressure, when there's 300 people on fb to read YOUR status. lol

I'll close this with a quote from the song "Never Grow Up" by Taylor Swift....I am in love with this song and it makes me cry, for reals.

"To you, everything's funny. You've got nothing to regret. I'd give all I have honey, if you could stay like that. Oh darlin don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up, just stay this little; Oh darlin don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up, it could stay this simple."

New Beginnings...

So this may turn out to be a not-so-funny post. Sors.

My oldest offspring starts kindergarten tomorrow.  To be honest, I'm just glad I've kept another human alive this long. What an accomplishment!! Especially bc my goldfish didn't make it through the night.

I have no idea how the morning is going to go. Anyone who knows my child, knows that my child is the mini version of yours truly. He does NOT do ANYTHIIIINNNNGGGG that he does NOT want to do. Period. There is no maybe I'll try it....oh no. He is just not gonna do it. And he is painfully shy...Oh so shy! These 2 traits really work against him sometimes. I know the feeling!

He will either leap into the classroom, all smiles, or he will have a miserable day. There is no in between.

60% of me thinks he will be okay. He says he's excited. What he actually DOES may be a different story...

BUt it's not just a new beginning for him...it is for this mama too. Mama Bear is super emotional. Like, SUPER. I have cried and cried, for hours on end. My husband thinks I'm stupid. He says I am a train wreck & a hot mess. He doesn't get it. Men are stupid.

Why am I emotional?? I am truly so happy for him, bc I think he will great, he will thrive, and will make friends that will be lifelong.

But I am letting go of my first baby. The baby that changed my whole world. When I sat on the bathroom floor that night, the last thing on my mind was my baby growing up and going to kindergarten. It was more like holy shit I need to get my life together right this second, and give my kid the world.

And now I am giving my kid to the world.

I am giving my kid to world he does not know. The people in that school, they don't know him. They don't love him. They don't know how to handle his stubborness, they don't know what he thinks is funny, they don't know that his favorite color is brown, and that he wants to be a "worker" when he grows up, and that he loves his sister so much, he knows all of her allergies.

They don't know that this little boy, who always forgets 17, and goes from 16 to 18 every single time (17 doesn't even exist to him), is the little boy responsible for my life, and my husbands. They don't know he's the reason we went from nothing to a whole lotta something in the span of 6 years... This little guy, he's a pretty cool dude, and if not for him, who knows where we'd be.

It hurts my heart SO BAD to think about another kid being mean to him, or making fun of him...he'll be all alone. Oh it hurts. The last time I felt actual pain in my heart was in high school when I couldn't make someone love me. Yeah. It's like THAT.

All I can do is hope, that's it's all been enough. I hope he can find it somewhere in that big, but not always apparent, heart of his to make a friend. He's a charmer, he'll win 'em over.

So tomorrow, I will watch him get on a school bus. I will let go of his hand, and give him a little push. And if that doesn't work, I will scoop him up and take him myself. And I will hand him over to a teacher, that I don't know, but I can already tell will love him. And then I will cry. I will come home, and I will cry. I will cry until I can't cry anymore. Why? Bc I need him to be loved. I need to feel that he is loved. Not everyone will always love him, but SOMEONE will. Someone's going to be his friend, there is a girl he knows in his class, and she loves him (no really, they were bf & gf once) and she will help others to see how great he is. And that teacher? Well he's about to meet one of the funniest little guys he'll ever know!

I want include a poem that was shared with me, from a teacher to a parent:

The First Day

I gave you a little wink and smile
As you entered my room today.
For I know how hard it is to leave
and know your child must stay.
You've been with him for five years now
and have been a loving guide,
but now, alas, the time has come
to leave him at my side.
Just know that as you drive away
and tears down your cheeks may flow
I'll ove him as I would my own
and help him learn and grow.
For as a teacher, I too know
how quickly the years do pass
for not too long ago it was my turn
to take my child to class.
So please put your mind at ease
and cry those tears no more
for I will love him and take him in
when you leave him at my door.

And here is another one that pretty much sums it all up...well its wordy so it's not really summing anything up, but it was shared with me and makes me cry and if I'm cry, you have to cry bc that's MNAN rules! :
I TRUST YOU'LL TREAT HER WELL


World, I bequeath to you today one little girl in a crispy dress.. with two blue eyes...and a happy laugh that ripples all day long, and a batch of light blonde hair that bounces in the sunlight when she runs. I Trust You'll Treat Her Well.


She's slipping out of the backyard of my heart this morning and skipping off down the street to her first day at school. And never again will she be completely mine...


Prim and proud, she'll wave a young and independent hand this morning, and say goodbye and walk with little-lady steps to the nearby schoolhouse...


Gone will be the chattering little girl who lived only for play, and gone will be the delightful little child who roamed the yard like a proud princess without a care in the world.


Now, she will learn to stand in lines...and wait by the alphabet for her name to be called...


She will learn to tune her little-girl ears for the sound of school bells, and for deadlines...


She will learn to giggle and gossip... and to look at the ceiling in a disinterested way when the little boy across the aisle sticks out his tongue.


Now she will learn to be jealous...and now she will learn how it is to feel hurt inside...and now she will learn how not to cry. No longer will she have time to sit on the front porch steps on a summer day and watch while an ant scurries across a crack in the sidewalk...


Or will she have time to pop out of bed with the sunrise and kiss her dad good morning. Now she will worry about important things...like grades...and what dresses to wear...and whose best friend is whose. Now she will worry about the little boy who pulls her hair at recess time... and staying after school...and which little girls like which little boys...And the magic of books and knowledge will soon take the place of the magic of her blocks and dolls.


And she'll find her new heroes. For five full years I've been her sage and playmate...her pal and coach...her parent and friend. Now, she'll learn to share her worship and adoration with her teachers (which is only right).


No longer will her parents be the smartest, and greatest in the world. Today, when the first school bell rings, she'll learn how it is to be a member of the group...with all its privileges, and, its disadvantages, too.


She'll learn in time that proper young ladies don't laugh out loud...or keep frogs in pickle jars in bedrooms...or watch ants scurry across the cracks in a summer sidewalk...


Today, she'll begin to learn for the first time that all who smile at her are not her friends. That "the group" can be a demanding mistress... and I'll stand on the porch and watch her start out on the long, long journey to becoming a woman.


So WORLD, I BEQUEATH TO YOU TODAY ONE LITTLE GIRL in a crispy dress, with two blue eyes, a happy laugh that ripples all day long, and a batch of light blonde hair that bounces in the sunlight when she runs.


I TRUST YOU'LL TREAT HER WELL.

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Where have I BEEN?!?!

Agh I hate that I haven't been keeping up with blogging lately!! I beg your forgiveness. That is, if anyone still bothers to read this crap. Probably not.

Moving on.

I did a workout program called Slim in 6. As in, 6 weeks. I stretched it out over 8. No need to rush things, ya know? In my defense, it was ONLY because we were on vacation for 4 days, which included my BIL's wedding (i.e. not much vacation, but rather a lot of shit to do out of town!) and on the tailend of that little vacay, we went to Cedar Point and I was INJURED.

Seriously. Injured, people.

I used to LOOOOVE roller coasters. like seriously, LOVED THEM. I never puked, I only felt a little ill after about 17 rides....I was good. to. go.

The last time I went, was about ohhhhhh 7-8 years ago.

Apparently, 25 is the cutoff for adventures as such. I didn't even ride any big coasters, bc I knew I'd get sick. So instead, we spent most of our time in the kiddie Snoopy area. I rode the freaking Woodstock Express twice with my son, which, to it's credit, was a really fun little kiddie coaster (again, or am I just getting old???) and I kid you not, I went to the chiropractor 2 days later, and I had 5 ribs out of place.

Yes, 5.

I could barely walk, I was in so much pain. It was awful. I can't believe I made it through 2 days of work like that. Horrendous. So the next 2 weeks consisted of more adjustments and I was told to "take it easy". I took that as "no working out".

So I lost NOTHING. NOT AN INCH. NOT A POUND. NADA.

Eh well. I was bored with it anyway.

I DID go buy some cute workout clothes though...onto the next one....

It's been awhile...

...for a lot of things (get ya mind out the gutter). I mean things like BLOGGING and EXERCISING. They go hand in hand, ya know...

Anywho- I haven't blogged in forever. I just kinda hit a writers block and there's other blogs I read daily, and between that and all the time I need for facebook, I just haven't had time. (FB is practically a full time job.)

This post is the beginning of a new MNAN series called (....drumroll...........) GET SARAH SKINNY.

Recently, I was introduced to Beachbody, the people who bring you fitness buffs programs like P90X and Turbo Jam! My hubs' cousin is a coach for beachbody and held an open house a couple weeks ago, so I went. Her & her hubs have had great results with their workout programs...and let's just talk about the elephant in the room- I look like I'm 4 months along. Which is a problem because I'm ZERO months along.

So I decided to do the Slim in 6 program. I can't commit to more than 6 weeks, otherwise I'll never see the light. I am starting it Monday. In preparation for this, I am doing a 2 day fast this weekend (GOD HELP ME) and will follow their suggested 6 day diet for the first week on Slim.

I am really excited to start, even though exercise, just the mere thought of it, makes me want to vom. I hate being short of breath, I hate sweating, I hate feeling uncomfortable. But ya know what else makes me uncomfortable?? Having a baby belly with NO BABY. That makes me feel WAY more uncomfortable. It makes me want to go all people-of-walmart on you and start wearing pajama' all over town. Instead, I just keep my scrubs on after work. Way classier. Right??

So wish me luck. I'd post before-during-after pics but well, this is the internet, and a blog, which can't be THAT secure, and I don't want my nastyness hanging up on some guy's interior prison cell wall. Not that I'd ever know if it was?! But it's the principal, and we know how I always fight for the principal even when it blows up in my face....I digress.

Just take my word on my progress. Peace out.

I am on a search...

So it's been forever since I've posted anything, but if anyone actually still reads this, I am looking for my dear friend Kelly,  formerly of the blog Speaking From The Crib! She is the chiz and was the first blog I really loved. Kelly, if you read this, e-mail me bc I'm thinking of you & hope you're okay!

That's it. Deuces.

My infant clothes obsession is getting out of hand.

Is that how you spell "obsession"??? idk.

Anywho....so I went to Hobby Lobby today, to look at some fabric to get ideas for something, and I see they have the cutest little dress hanging up on display to show you what you can do with the new spring fabrics. This dress was freaking ADORABLE. Like, sooooo cute. And there is only 1 way I can get it.

I took my ass to Jo Ann Fabrics and signed up for sewing classes biznitches.

I'm sure I could probably have ASKED if there was a possibility of buying the dress, but whatever. I need to make that shit.

Need I mention, that I am also a member of an online forum specifically dedicated to certain children's clothing brands?? And that I spend a commendable amount of time on this forum...and that I actually have my very own thread dedicated to my ISO's.

What is an ISO you ask?? I WILL TELL YOU.

ISO stand for 'In Search Of'...as in specific pieces I am searching for, in certain sizes for Brynn.

This is what my life has come down to. I mean really, they're just clothes.

But they make my kid better dressed than yours, which is EVERYTHING to me.

So spam me with any 18-24 gymboree fairy fashionable and daddy's night owl you may have. Please and thank you.

And no, I will not sew you anything.

Put on a happy face! (Right??)

So.

This is the chaos my life has ensued as of late.

Brynn spent last Thursday- Sunday in the hospital last week. I took her in to the dr's office bc she had a high fever, and they admitted her bc by the time I got there she was just like a hot, limp little dishrag. They put her on iv fluids, did bloodwork, sent he rhome with the most expensive antibiotic I've ever heard of, and decided that they think she has fluid behind her eardrum. Hello, ENT referral & tubes. No biggir, right? Okay.

So then Wednesday, my boss asks me to meet with her to talk shit about a new employee, i.e. tell her what I think so they can decide to fire her or not. Enter CEO who tells me he will be making me full time soon, and he'll let me know when to put in my notice at the other place. Yay!

In case you're keeping score, we are now at Lemons-1; Lemonade-1. Follow me?

Friday, husband gets laid off. Lemons have taken the lead.

Austin is having tonsils & adenoids out in a couple weeks, read that as: MORE MEDICAL SHIT I CAN'T AFFORD RIGHT NOW. Lemons are now up by 2.

Same week as T&A: Brynn must see an allergist so we can get the entire list of what she is allergic to- now read THAT as, Brynn must live off of rice for the rest of her life bc I'm pretttyyyyy confident she is allergic to everything that goes into her mouth. Everything. Lemons are whipping my arse. Considering a forfeit.

The score is holding steady at Lemons-4; Lemonade-1.

BUT.

I will continue (try to, at least) to be a generally happy person. I will play with my kids and make them laugh, even when the $1600 antibiotics are making them puke & poop all over the place and enduce yeast infections (another score for the Lemons). I will still spend countless hours making online carts I could never actually afford to buy, even with both of us employed. I will wake up everyday & go to work, and enojy conversations with my work friends, and laugh at the silly things the kids tell me.

My wedding song that M & I first danced to was "So Small" by Carrie Underwood. I chose that song bc I truly love the lyrics...

 "Sometimes, that mountain you've been climbing is just a grain of sand.
What you've been out there searching for is in your hands,
And when you figure out love is all that matters after all,
 It sure makes everything else seem so small.

It's so easy to get lost inside
A problem that seems so big at the time
It's like a river that's so wide
It swallows you whole

And when you're sittin round thinking bout
What you can't change
And worrying about all the wrong things
Times flyin by
Moving so fast
You better make it count cause you can't get it back"

It's just a grain of sand.

Nellas' ONEder Fund

Hi everyone, today I'm going to put my potty mouth aside, my whining to a minimum...I know I don't have a LOT of followers, but those who do, I hope you see this post, and I hope you see the love that comes with it.

I've been following Kelle Hampton's blog for a few months now. (You can see the button to her site posted to the right of this post!) Kelle is a Florida photographer, mother of 2 girls, and 2 bonus sons as well.

Her 2nd daughter, Nella, was born Jan 22, 2010, with downs syndrome, unexpectedly. Her birth story is absolutely amazing, it is a must read for all mothers! When you go to her page there is a button that says "Start here if you're new" that will link you to the birth story.

In honor of Nella's upcoming 1st birthday, Kelle started a fundaraiser to raise money for the National Downs Syndrome Society. Her original goal was $15,000. She met that in under 24 hours. So she doubled the goal to $30,000.

As of now, less than 2 days in, she has raised over $22,000.

This is BIG, people.

She asked anyone that has gotten anything from her blog, to donate $5. Or more. $5 is a magazine at the grocery store checkout. Or $5 can be giving designer gene'd kids a chance to do something they may have have be able to.

Pay it forward peeps. Read 1 post from Kelle & you'll be hooked. Click on her button on my page, and it will direct you to her site, where another button will be under her header to direct you to the donation site.

I only donate to things that grab me & suck me in. This is one.

http://www.kellehampton.com/

Finally. Party Day arrived.

I have been planning my daughter's first birthday party since August. No jokes. I am a lunatic about my kids bday parties. I always had shitty parties, I want them to have good ones, kwim??

Okay, I'm going to let the pics do the talking here. Mostly. My usual venue was my garage, so I did the best I could transforming it from a workshop/car storage center to a winter onederland. Enjoy!

I made a few of these luminaries for the tables. Yes, I AM awesome, thank you.

1 of 2 cupcake trees. (trees are martha stewart collection from macy's.)

The banner, signs & cupcake toppers are all custom made from Party Pops on Etsy. Check her out, she's awesome, and great to work with as well.

The dessert tabel, I was trying to fit it all in, but cut off some of the bottom. You can kinda see a couple hanging snowflakes from the ceiling as well. I also had pink snowflake garland draped around the front of the table, you can't see here.

And here's one of the birthday girl of course! This while we sang happy birthday, with her cupcake, trying to keep her from grabbing fire...

I would've added more, and tried to in fact, but I have a new program, and it takes forever, bc I haven't figured out how to adjust the file sizes yet.

Happy Birthday to my dear, sweet, little girl. I can't believe it's been a year already! I have fought so hard for you this year, all I want is to make you feel okay! We are still fighting for you, and will keep fighting for you, until we get it all figured out. I will never settle, I promise. You light up my life & make me so happy, I can't put it into words. I never knew how awesome it would be to have a daughter, but now I do. We all love Miss Brynn!!!

This is my official Holiday Post. Gingerbread tastes like shit.

With the holidays rapidly approaching, I figured it was time for a new post. I'm a blogging slacker anymore. Mostly because I can't think of a title. (As evidenced above.)

I've been stressing. Not about the holidays, about life in general again. Involving work and money. While I really enjoy money, I do not enjoy the act of working, nor do I enjoy working and still having no money. How the hell does that happen??

Once again the holidays have snuck up on me. I kept putting off getting my official Christmas shirts to see Santa, something I do every single year, and now it is too late and we will be sporting whatever red shirts I find in the closet. Christmas-1. Mommy-0.

So I made gingerbread men with my son the other night, just to partake in a holiday tradition. While I was stirring up the dough, I was already about to vom. It smells horrendous. Like, really, REALLY bad. But I can honestly say I've had really good gingerbread before, so I figured I'd give it a shot. I set up a section of the counter with all different icings & sprinkles so that my son could decorate until his little hearts content. What did we end up with you ask? Gingerbread men with sad faces made of red hots. Yes, he gave them sad faces. Isn't that so sad?? Whatev. They tasted liked shit anyway, so they're totally just to look at. We're re-doing the cookie thing tonight with no-fail sugar cookies. But I can get kinda crazy when it comes to baking, like, I MUST bake to perfection. I MUST decorate to perfection. It's my thing. So it takes a LOT for me to let my kid have a little fun in the kitchen around the holidays, bc I truly want my baked goods to look better & taste better than everyone else's. I'm competitive with my cookies & cakes. I made some reindeer face cookies for his preschool party last week (my favorite place to show off my skills...to 4 year olds...)and I sent a pic to my bff's phone, and when I got the response "God damn fuckin Betty Crocker", I knew I did good. "Martha Stewart" is also an acceptable comparison.

Merry Christmas to you & yours, from me & mine. :)

                                                                Merry effing Christmas.

                                             Just kidding....there ya go. Some happy faces.

No matter your age or marital status, no one wants to be seen buying a pregnancy test.

So my husband told me months ago, that pills are NOT the best form of birth control for me, bc I can't remember SHIT. I can't. But I really wanted to try. Bc I had previously used the ring, which hurt my vag pretty bad, not gonna lie, and the stupid shot made me gain a good 15 lbs. Not fair. To hurt my vag therefore ruin the "sex life", or be fat, or hope to remember pills??? I'm gonna pick hope to remember pills.

Well I did NOT remember a couple of those pills, hence going to buy a pregnancy test. I held it in my left hand so people would see my diamond as I clutched that box, and of course I stopped along the way for decoy items. Kids toothpaste & CARS body wash. I'm such a mom. And OF COURSE, I've NEVER seen a line at the self scan until I need to DISCREETLY BUY A  PREGNANCY TEST. It;s not so discreet when I'm standing in line in the middle of the people packed isle.

FYI-Test #1 was neg. Test #2 comes in the morning.

UPDATE: Saving test #2 for next month. Started. lol At exactly 4:30 am. How do I know this? Let me tell you the timeline of my night: 9:45pm- go to bed. 11:00-baby wakes up crying, hubs brings her into our bed bc it's one of THOSE nights. 12:00am-wake up & vomit bc of nasty pizza for dinner. yay. 12:30-more baby crying. 4:00-son comes into our room crying bc he wants his blanket, that we could not find anywhere before bed. 4:30-baby crys some more. 4:31-monthly visitor arrives. slight feeling of sadness. 4:34-hubs gives baby a bottle & had a great idea to chekc under ottoman for said blanket. Blanket is found. 4:45- son starts puking due to nasty pizza as well. 5:30-son still puking. 6:30- still puking. 6:45- get up to work my first saturday on a new schedule. 7:15-leave for work. come home at 12:15, let myself off early bc we had a familt thanksgiving at 1:30. son is still puking. ;( and mommy is EXHAUSTEEDDDDDDDDDD.

My love for Whitecastle

All I have to say, is my kids just had their first Whitecastle sliders...

AND THEY FUCKING LOVED 'EM.

Mind you, they were the frozen microwavable kind (a burger in 60 seconds! AMAZING!) so they haven't even had the GOOD shit yet.

And for all of you out there, that think the WC is gross, eff off. That stuff is da bomb. Seriously. I grew up on that. And the closest one in about 2 hrs away, and I seriously considered moving over it after high school. My family used to make trips into Columbus every Sunday for WC. SO GOOD. Good enough for after church food.

I nearly cried last time I was in Columbus a few months ago for a bach. party, and stopped & got Burger King (ack!) with my last few dollars, only to look up and realize there was a Whitecastle across the street. It was the liveliest I was that entire night. I may or may not have gotten teary eyed. You decide.

If you live down south, Krystal is a close substitute, but still not the same. But I'll take it. (Come to think of it, down south is where all the good food is. Quincy's, anyone?? Holla.)

And if you haven't had it, we are no longer friends. Okay we are, but only if you try it & YOU LIKE IT. I'm so serious about this.

Life is good.

Wow, it's been awhile since I've posted. I'm feeling very reflective today. I've been reading a blog, that I absolutely love. Go to http://www.kellehampton.com/ if you haven't already, and read Nella's story. And then keep reading. Kelle is a mother of 2 girls (and 2 bonus sons as well) that learned upon her youngest daughters arrival, that she had down's syndrome. It is an excrutiatingly heartfelt, painful, loving, amazing, and beautifully written birth story. It was also featured in Parent's magazine, I believe it was, just a few months ago. Many have read Nella's Story, but I encourage you to read & follow this amazing blog. She truly, truly has a way with words, and writing her feelings in a way, I only wish I could. She is awesome!

One of Kelle's posts, was about the grays of her day and the color of her day. The gray being something not so uplifting, and the color being some happiness.

So here's the grays of my day today:

My husbands grandmother is very ill, and in the hospital. Please pray for her, we love her dearly. And it occured to me last night, that we have not taken a pic of her yet with little miss Brynn. And this rips my heart out that we don't have these pictures. I pray for her, and for Brynn, that she gets well, and I swear we will take a lot of pictures!

Another shade of gray: just life in general beating us up. There's never enough money. There's always something that comes up when we get any. My hubs has been gone a lot lately, working all day, class 2 nights a week, on the off days, he's either been putting a new motor in his truck that was on it's last leg, or helping his cousin with gutting their new house, which hubs is doing the electrical work.

The colors of my day: We are all healthy. We have a warm home, we have food in the fridge. We had some family fun at the pumpkin patch last weekend. The baby is taking nap #3 already today, I'm glad for the break, and bc she is getting over this cold. My son is playing happily today, and even VOLUNTEERED to vacuum the living room. And did a pretty good job at it. I'm glad I have a good man in my life, that manages to make things work out for us. Yeah times are tough. But really, how tough are they in comparison? I'm sitting here in a cushy chair, on my laptop, my son is wearing head to toe gap athletic clothes, watching tv on a plasma hanging on the wall, and I have to go do laundry that has piled up bc we have enough to allow it to pile up. Life is good.

This is a pic from late august/early sept...but I love his smile here...(and I gotta figure out how to download pics onto this laptop...maybe I'll do that tonight!)

When it rains, it pours. So where can I get cute rain boots, size 8?

I haven't been a very active internetish person the past 2 days, the baby was in the hospital. We now believe she had a simple stomach virus, and she is feeling better ut still not up to par.

We took her to the ER Tuesday night around 9:30-10 pm, bc she started vomiting around 8 out of nowhere. The girl had  agreat day, there was not even the slightest cold-like symptom. But she just randomly started vomiting & gagging horribly, and I just could not let her go through the night like that, I didn't want her getting dehydrated. So off the ER we go. Which is EXACTLY in our budget right now, let me tell you. Hopefully we've met our out of pocket max for the year, or I'm going to be making payments for a long, long time.

Anyway, in the ER they did some bloodwork, did a chest xray, and said she had pneumonia. Ummm hello? What? Pneumonia? She hasn't even freakin SNEEZED. But I'm not a doctor, so what do I know? Then her white blood cells were elevated, so they decide they need to do a spinal tap to check for meningitis. And then tell me horrible meningitis is and all of the horrible things that cold happen. Needless to say, I stood in the hallway with the hubs, crying for awhile until they came out & said the spinal fluid was clear. Thank God, bc it was one of those moments where I was just wondering if things that you hope will never happen, were going to happen. Worst. feeling. ever.

They finally admitted her and got us a room in peds around 4am. We were exhausted. She still vomited some in the morning, so she wasn't allowed to eat for 8 hours to allow her stomach to rest. She finally started taking some pedialyte this morning, and eventually took a bottle, all of which has stayed down. Now, we have diarrhea instead. The doctor wanted to keep her another night, but honestly, it's too much for out family to do that, and we can't afford for hubs to miss more work. I think I can handle the diarrhea. I've done it numerous times with my son, and she's going to her regular doctors office early in the morning, so I'm really not worried about it. I think she'll be fine.

And on top of this, hubs is in his cousins wedding this weekend, so will be tied up Friday & Saturday nights. Hopefully, she'll be well enough we can still make it to the wedding.

So keep little miss Brynn in your prayers. She acts fine, you'd never know something was wrong with her. So hopefully her poop turns to more soft serve rather than pond water. ;)

I'm baaaaaaaacccckkkkkkk

Hello my little monsters! Yes, I AM actually Lady Gaga. No, not really, but I do enjoy a good meat dress when appropriate.

There I go getting off track already.

So my computer literally melted last week. Don't ask. So Hubs debated the options for a few days and finally decided to buy a laptop, which I am on now. Hopefully he fixes the desktop soon as well. I kinda miss my giant way too expensive super duper computer screen. It's pretty awesome as far as computer monitors go. And I was pissed when he bought it. Ha.

Huh well this would be maybe a bit more interesting but there is a baby staring at me whining, like she wants food or something. Peace out dolls.

(Dolls. What was Kourteney thinking wanting another baby with Scott????)

rah rah oo la la la rah ma rum mama gaga oo la la.....BAD ROMANCE

I just like that song. Still.

So.

Another of my fav bloggers- a blogging DUO actually called out my next post idea in the comments of my last fab hair post. Thank you, Two-Non Blondes. Unicorns & sparkles to you. And skulls. What? Ok.

In my last post, I briefly discussed the kissy face. This is also known as the duck face. And there is a wholllllle website devoted to it, and it's NOT FACEBOOK. I know. It is this masterpiece: antiduckface.com

Read the comments. Add you own. Live it, love it, REMEMBER IT.

NO KISSY/DUCK FACES.

I have compiled a list of requirements on kissy/duck face pics, based on what I've seen here, and splashed all over facebook.

1. Obviously, the kissy/ duck lips. Duh.

2. Cleavage.

3. Throwing the deuces. "Peace sign" for you old, un-hip folks.

4. Camera angled from above your face, at arm's distance, bc you know you look too stupid to actually do this in front of someone while they take your picture.

5. Background must be either home bathroom, bar bathroom, or teenage bedroom. Sometimes, the setting will also be a sports game/party.

6. There will be beer.

7. Girl's arm must be around a guy if another person is in the picture. Usually he's black.

8. If not a guy, another chick, also making a duck face & throwing deuces.

9. A tan.

10. Heavy eyeliner.

6 out of 10 requirements must be met to achieve. Just kidding, just put that stupid so not sexy pout on your face!!!

And here's a couple of pics of MY duck face...WAIT, WAIT!! I THOUGHT I HAD SOME AND I DO NOT HAVE ANY!!! I SWEAR I THOUGHT I DID! So here's the closest you get:

*Insert catchy title here*

So thanks to my fav blogger in all the land Kelly, at Speaking From The Crib, for inspiring today's post. Go here to see what all the fuss is about.

I took her advice and cut my hair. French bob style, a la Kristin Cavallerri. Yeah she's still around. I always liked her on Laguna...

Anywho- I chopped the mane. Mostly bc my dream of Kardashian/Aniston/well mostly Kardashian hair is just never coming true and I really need to just get over it. Every time my hair gets past my shoulders, I'm all like Hells yeah, I'm gonna have to hottest hair in all the land. And it never happens. What REALLY happens, is I put a bunch of shit in my hair, including but not limited to, mousse, gel, silk therapy, blow dry lotion, and use a plethera of styling tools, including but not limited to, blow dryer, crappy flat iron, crappy curling iron, velcro rollers, hot rollers...And what I end up with is...

...crappy looking hair that feels crappy and is in crappy condition.

And then comes my ponytail. Or my high school trademark of I don't even know what it's called, but I pull half my hair through the ponytail at my attempt for the messy, but I spent forever on this look. Which is also crap. I'd post a pic but as I told my facebook friends, I don't really like taking pics of myself, and I think the whole kissy-face that every girl makes when they take their own pic is getting a little out of hand, don't you think?

I mean really? Is that kissy face supposed to be hot or sexy or something? It looks effing retarded if you ask me. (disclaimer: I believe I have ONE of these pics on my fb page- BUT in my defense, it is at least 3 years old, I did not take it of myself, and it was when I still drank occasionally, and this was one of those occasions. I do not get all dolled up to take pics in front of myself in front of my bedroom mirror or bar bathroom. Bc that's where all the others seem to be at.)