Wednesday, March 31, 2010
When you grow up...
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Post it Note Tuesday
I am not sure I can express how much I love Post it Note Tuesday, mostly because I love that you can express how you are feeling in one little stickie.. It really is fun...and freeing. So here are mine for today:
So there you have it.. my post it notes. This is really alot of fun! I hope you do it too!!
Monday, March 29, 2010
Not me Monday!
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Dirty Laundry Sunday
This week we had the police involved, not once but three times. My family up in that area tend to think that they need to stir the Drama pot and it drives me crazy. In the midst of this whole situation is my poor mother who I swear to you is waiting for COPS (The TV show) to show up complete with cameras.
She called me and started the conversation with (And trust me I can not make this up.. ) "Did I tell you about the 3 foot machete?" I told her "okay stop! Let's discuss ways you should not start a conversation!!" So Mom explains as she was sitting on the couch she picked up a blanket to fold up because it was driving her nuts and out drops a 3 foot machete. She said she put it away quickly before anyone saw it, but in my mind I am still stuck with two questions 1) Why was there a 3 foot machete in my mothers living room and 2) When did the woman who can't NOT tell a family secret to save her tail end learn how to hide things before someone sees it?
Suffice to say this was a wild week in my family, and yesterday was just the cherry on the Sundae when I got a phone call asking me to go pick someone up from the drunk tank. Yep, that's right.. we are just waiting for COPS to call and try and schedule an episode.
My first tattoo, this is a small heart with my anniversary date. It is on my ankle and easily covered if need be. We do not do names because well, D-I-V-O-R-C-E. NO, we are not getting one but can you imagine if we ever did? Chuck loves the logic that he never got his ex wifes because her name is very Icelandic and the chances of wife number two having that name was slim to none.
My second tattoo is a Koi fish that my oldest and I got together, this is for good fortune. I love this tattoo, because it holds meaning and its really pretty :o)~
My third tattoo, :::Cough that I got last night::::is an angel on a moon sitting backwards looking over my shoulder. the purpose is to remind me that my son Matthew is always with me. This is now my favorite.
Am I done? who's to say. I won't do anything on my neck or that can not be covered, but ink is addictive. And I also believe that i you are gonna ink... then you need to think before you ink.
So that is my laundry.. I have a redneck family (we all have a bubba right?) and in my own special way I guess I am too. :o)~
Friday, March 26, 2010
Letters of Intent
Letters of Intent over at Julie's blog located at Foursons, was found a few weeks ago.. and well ever willing to join in on something fun and freeing.. here I am! Please join in and link up! they are so fun to read!
Dear Barney-
This is your pink slip, also known as your termination letter. While I truly did expect you to remain on this family's payroll for a few more years, Emily seems more creeped out by you then thrilled to see you. I know what you are thinking and don't worry.. its not her.. Its you. I will be willing to provide you with references for the services you provided over the last 18 years but I have to be honest, please do not ask me to give one to someone I like. After awhile, well I start to understand why dinosaurs are extinct.
Coordially
No longer forced to sing "I love you.. you love me" and mean it.
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Dear Readers-
Speak up! let me know who you are! send me to your blog! Even if you think I suck, put on your big girl pants and tell me. I hate to think of people out there lurking but not speaking up... come on say something!! :o)~ Please?
Signed
That need one on this blog
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Dear Jillian and Bob-
You guys are so cool! The more I watch the Biggest Loser the more intriqued I become, I think "yea I can do that" I would love to be put through a last chance workout with you, and then I realize I must be nuts! You guys can be so mean.. you sort of scare me! I do love you though
The whimpy dieter
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Dear People who keep sending me Farmville, Mafia War, etc links on FB-
I have six children. I have six children and a busy schedule. I barely have time to breathe this time of year let alone play 8 million games. Please understand that if you do not stop I am going to send this guy:
And trust me.. thats not a good thing. Please stop immediately or don't open your door, ok?
The annoyed.
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Dear 5 year old-
You are so cute at times, and then when the teacher calls Dad to tell him you are behaving well not well, saying to Dad "Knock it off Dad" is sort of like risking your life. So because I love you i will be relocating you to a Witness protection program, you are welcome.
The Warden aka Mommy.
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ok I know I am not alone.. you know you have some.. write em up and link em up! its fun!
Friday Night Leftovers
Have you ever had one of those weeks that you felt that there was a perpetual bulls eye on your fanny? It sort of felt like this:
This past week the following events have happened in no specific order:
We had to go visit a car lot to find a car to replace the one my dear (or is that deer?) husband had, we found the perfect little around town car but had to deal with this guy: You know the guy. .the guy who keeps repeating the words "Trust me" which we all know means "!)%* you" Anyways.. we survived found someone who we have gotten a car from before and it appears as if this worked out for the best. So far.. ask me in a month ok?
I have discovered that I just give sucky blog giveaways. In the past month my blog giveaways have consisted of 2 Hungry Girl cookbooks (15 entries..yay me) and 2 Starbucks $10 gift cards... I have one entry guys. One. Wow. I suck. Sighs. Worse then that. I am not sponsored its just me trying to do something fun and nice. Epic fail.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Therapy...
I have always described blogging as free therapy, I am able to get it all out and it doesn't cost me a dime. So forgive me but today is one of those days that I am just gonna climb on my coach and ramble a bit ok? Even if its not, well its my blog, and the rules are mine. So here it goes:
I realized a few days ago that my oldest child is merely months from graduating from high school. Even now as I say it, I can not believe it. When did my baby become a big girl? Who let this happen? She has a boyfriend she is getting serious about, they were talking about at some point getting married (I have already threatened her life if she does it before she graduates college I will kill her so that at least is resolved) but the thing is..I still remember her sitting on my bed in my room 4 years old playing with Barbies and telling me she would NEVER grow up. Hmph. she didn't mean it. This kid, has been through so many many things... things that well.. most of my friends know but the ones who don't would surely be turned on their ears if i told them. She is more grown up then some people who are twice her age and I am so lucky to be her Mom. I just don't want to be the mom of a HS graduate. I am not quite that ready.
I realized that I probably have ten great friends that I can honestly say I have their backs and they have mine. On the other hand, I have many other people who I can say are my friends but probably half the time can't remember or even know much about me. For some reason while that should make me incredibly sad, instead I feel blessed that I have 10 people in my life that mean the world to me. Does that make sense or am i a few sandwiches short of a picnic?
I realized that for every one negative thing in my life I have at least three postives and sometimes I forget that. I forget that during the rough patches that life is not so miserable instead I am really pretty darn blessed. I have six fabulous kids, a husband who adores me and lots of other things that make my life pretty remarkable.
Next time, I decide to have a therapy session feel free to remind me ok? thanks
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Blog Giveaway!!
The winners (gasp! did she says winners?!?!) yes she did! Pay attention...sheesh...The winners will each get a $10 Starbucks gift card. I know I know "What can I get at Starbucks for $10" Oh come on now, we both know you can get something.. so just play along ok? :o)~
1 winner for most creative
1 winner for funniest
This lovely fun contest will end on April 1st (yes April Fools Day.. NO this is not a joke!) I just love this picture and can't think of a damn caption.. so help a Momma out will ya? Please and thank you!!
**If you live in my house you are not allowed to enter.. I know its a great prize but well tough beans!!**
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Post it note Tuesday
Ok those are mine.. who else has some.. I know you do.. come on...you can do it.. its freeing.. really really freeing.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Not Me Monday
Saturday, March 20, 2010
The Good Wife--1950s Vs current
This is a reprint by request from a friend who said that I have new readers who never saw this. So, here it is...
On May 13, 1955 Good Housekeeping posted an article called "The Good wife" Since I am feeling saucy and quite frankly a bit peeved today, I will now show what was written in 1955 and then give my translation on what it means in 2009. **warning** there is question on Snopes whether this article is real or not, and since I don't know and know of nobody to ask, I am going to post that it MAY or MAY NOT have appeared.
1955-Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal ready on time for his return. This is a way of letting him know that you have be thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they get home and the prospect of a good meal is part of the warm welcome needed.
2010-Aim to at least have an idea of what the meal will be, if you cant do this then at the very least have a backup plan of at least three take out menus. Have your speed dial finger ready ladies, he wants to eat in a hurry.. oh the heck with 3 menus.. Dominos delivers in 30 minutes .just call them or order online and track your order.
1955-Prepare yourself. Take 15 minutes to rest so you'll be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your make-up, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh-looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people.
2010- try not to look like death warmed over, and if you have had a helluva day give him the evil eye and DARE him to say something stupid like "Damn didn't you take a shower today?" as you stand there covered in fresh spit up or god knows what other bodily fluid.
1955-Be a little gay and a little more interesting for him. His boring day may need a lift and one of your duties is to provide it.
2010-see even in 1955, men wanted two women.. kidding. I know.. it means happy. you try and be happy after 8 hours at home with no adult contact.. Good luck with that one.
1955- Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your husband arrives. Run a dustcloth over the tables.
2010- pick up the big messes and hide them in the hamper, go back tomorrow and empty it out while he is at his job. As for the dustcloth, if the dust bunnies are fighting back.. i agree.. do it.
1955-During the cooler months of the year you should prepare and light a fire for him to unwind by. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift too. After all, catering to his comfort will provide you with immense personal satisfaction.
2010- Go back and read a few blogs ago.. a fire is NOT a good idea for him. We have heat.. turn it on..tada.
1955- Minimize all noise. At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of the washer, dryer or vacuum. Encourage the children to be quiet.
2010- HAHAHAHAHAHA.. encourage them to be quiet. oh thats good. Why should he get quiet when i have had noise all day. Nope Daddy's home.. PARTY on kids.
1955-Be happy to see him.
2010- hand him the baby... and run.. FAR away. Give him "Bonding time" and you go pee..ALONE.. trust me.
1955-Greet him with a warm smile and show sincerity in your desire to please him.
2010- even if your teeth are gritted.. try and smile.
1955-Listen to him. You may have a dozen important things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first - remember, his topics of conversation are more important than yours.
2010- Can I just say after a long hard day, if he doesn't let me vent first (and i don't mean the coors vent can vent) then i can't promise he will make it to the hot dinner dominos will deliver in 30 minutes.
1955-Don't greet him with complaints and problems.
2010- really then its probably better if he NOT come home.
1955- Don't complain if he's late for dinner or even if he stays out all night. Count this as minor compared to what he might have gone through at work.
2010-I won't complain if he doesnt come home, as long as he doesnt complain when he brings his tail home that all the locks are changed, his stuffs on the front porch, and the dog bites him.
1955- Make him comfortable. Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or lie him down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him.
2010- if hes smart he does this for the wife..
1955- Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soothing and pleasant voice.
2010- take off his shoes? um no. Hes on his own.. I don't like touching my feet let alone his.
1955-Don't ask him questions about his actions or question his judgment or integrity. Remember, he is the master of the house and as such will always exercise his will with fairness and truthfulness. You have no right to question him.
20010- BWAHAHAHAHAHA I think this one is my favorite.... Master of the house my tail..ask him where things are, ask him if the checkbook is balanced.. yea ok.
1955-A good wife always knows her place.
2010- And a good husband knows his is right next to her...holding her purse
Friday, March 19, 2010
Letters of Intent
I am back again for Letters of Intent thanks to Confessions of a Semi-Slacker Mom who is not just funny but also really fun to read and she pointed out of Letters of Intent over at Julie's blog located at Foursons and ever willing to join in on something fun and freeing.. here I am!
Dear Boy dog two doors down-
I don't care if you show up with flowers and candy, Lily can NOT come out and play. She is not your type.. you are a big dog, she is mine. You are loud, and well so is she but it will just never work. See, I have six kids, two dogs, and a husband.. we do not need to add anyone else to that mix. Please refrain from barking at my door. Thanks so much
Your neighbor
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Dear Picky Eaters:
How did you manage to get in my house? Every night I catch grief over dinner, seriously? Enjoy your hot dogs until you figure it out. Cereal is also approved (its healthy for breakfast its healthy for dinner). Be glad Grandpa isn't around you would have gotten the look and would have eaten it and LIKED it. Yep that would have been fun.
Love,
Mom
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Dear Bathing suit-
Ok we have worked hard since January to lose this weight. When I wore you in February it wasn't so bad for either of us, now was it? So, I request you be nice to me when I put you on again in a few months. Play nice! Iam working on it ok
Sincerely.. your friend
Tricia
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Dear Baseball coach
I appreciate that you are trying to put together a baseball team that consists of the next Babe Ruth, Cal Ripken, David Wright, and Lou Gehrig. However, keeping my child out until 8:30 PM every night we have practice is getting old and effecting my life. American Idol starts at 8!! What are you thinking!?! Just had to get that out there.
The Mom who screams like a maniac during the games..yep thats me
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Dear Rielle Hunter-
You are a homewrecker. You are a tramp. and I think you suck
Just sayin'
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Dear Jesse James-
Are you an idiot? Don't answer that! Why on God's green earth would you be dumb enough to cheat on Sandra Bullock? Seriously! When God said Brains, did you hear trains? You are an idiot.
Signed,
Sandra's fan.. so NOT yours
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Dear Martha Stewart, Rachel Ray, and 1950s moms-
My house is not perfect, my dinners are not always 100% home made and organic. But my kids are happy, doesn't that say something? I tried to live up to the standards you guys have set but well, I suck. Confession is good for the soul right?
Signed-
The non perfect Mom.
Friday Night Leftovers
This has been the LONGEST week known to man... daylight savings time is kicking my butt big time. And if you can imagine, my two year olds as well. This photo was taken at at 10 AM.. she got up at 8 was asleep by 10 because she just could not do it.
I sent it to my husband, my mom and my MIL. All 3 went crazy about it, and than I realized as cute as it is, I put two pictures in there that she just has the goofiest look on her face.. hmmm. .see and my MIL and says the good looks run in the family.. and she does look like her dad. Ok I feel better :o)~
ok now that you have read mine. .go play along.. go visit my dear Danifred and play along!! this is really freeing.. and who doesn't like to let it all hang out on Friday? no pictures of that.. you're welcome :o)~