The cast is OFF!!!!

'Scuse me while I do the happy dance...
The cast is off, the cast is off, thank the Lord the cast is off!!!

Ok, I'm better now!! Maddie went today to get the cast off, and her femur is looking great! What an odd statement that is, but it's true and I'm happy. She's a bit cranky and stiff, but getting around without it, by tomorrow I'm sure she'll be back to normal. Now the quandry... in order to prevent refracture, we need to keep the jumping and roughing around to a minimum. How do you explain this to a 2 year old?? Pray for my sanity!!

Gotta be family friendly!!!

Last night, I had the house to myself, and took a nice bath. I had gotten out of the bathtub, and heard my IM go off, Cori had signed back in. (The PC is my bedroom, away from sticky toddler hands!) Anyway, I grabbed some yoga pants and a white tank top, and got dressed. I looked down to notice my white tank top is see-through, and my instant reaction is to grab a bra. GOD FORBID THE INTERNET SEE MY GIRLS!! Now, my real concern is when did I get so modest? What happened to the days of flashing Spring Break style without a second though?? Oh... that's right... I had kids. Oh, well... you weren't missing much then!!

Goin' to the big D

N is in Dallas overnight for his military physical. This means I am not only by myself, but BORED because it's Sunday. Why are Sundays so freaking boring?? I have been seriously tempted to just beat my head against the computer desk, there is just nothing to do! Actually, I was not bored for an hour, because I just watched the new Desperate Housewives. For anyone who hasn't had the pleasure... what's wrong with you?? Do you live under a rock?? Anyway, the show is over, and I'm back to bored. I'm waiting (impatiently) to see what Tish's results to her Jeopardy post are. (hint hint Tish!!) Tomorrow is back to the everyday crap, appointments, calls to make, chores to do, all the fun housewife stuff. I guess I shouldn't complain about being bored!!

Fear and Loathing

Overheard from my kitchen a few moments ago.

"Uh oh... a meh (mess in Shane-glish). Sissy!! MEH!!!"

This is my cue that all hell has broken loose, something has spilled, and I will probably need to bathe both children immediately. I got lucky this time, it was just a small lake of milk pooling on the kitchen floor. It is not unusual to find my whole house destroyed while I do something as frivilous as pee with the door shut. One of these days I WILL have a clean house AND be able to use the bathroom without fear. In the meantime, does anyone know where I can get a dairy cow cheap??

"Ok, kids.... take off your clothes!!"

The school strip searched children. And it's legal.
In a TX town, it's perfectly ok, and the parents didn't have to consent. Just read it, and tell me if I'm the only one who thinks this is fucked up. Let me ask you something.... have you ever been strip searched at the office for missing Post-it(c) notes?? Why is this ok, when it would certainly never fly in an adult world. WTF??? I hope the mom sues the crap out of the school, and I'm generally not a litigous person, but come on!!!

SLEEEEEEP!!!! For the love of God, go to sleep!!!

That's what I've been telling my children, who have been boycotting sleep. We were doing ok in the bedtime department for a while, but then they realized they can actually make veins pop out of mommy's forehead if they refuse to sleep. It's 12:01 CST and I believe they are just now asleep. I say believe because I'm scared to go check. They were up less than 30 minutes ago, and it's been at least 2 hours since I took the lightbulb out so they couldn't turn the light on anymore. Please, I'm begging you fellow bloggers, give me some advice!!! They don't get sweets before bed, they have plenty of exercise and activity during the day, we have a bedtime routine, and there is a night light in there. Here's what happens:
Time for bed, we go through our routine. Shane points at his pillow wanting me to lay down with him, which I do for about 2 minutes. Mads gets upset because I'm giving her brother attention, so I tell Shane good night, kiss him, and go over to Madison. Snuggle her a bit, kiss her, tell them both good night, at which point Shane FREAKS!! 5 minutes of him screaming at the door, I go in and lay him back down. He quiets, then turns on the light until I catch them playing. Repeat for the next hour or so, before I finally take the bulb out. 2 hours of playing and talking to each other in the dark, until Mommy's veins are bulging, and sometime around midnight they fall asleep. Please help.... before I need professional help, or at least medicinal relief!!!

Updates coming... hopefully

Provided I don't have a nervous breakdown in the next few hours from all the additional crap that's been stressing me out lately, I will be updating tonight. For those faithful few who read this on a regular basis, I promise to be as crazy and entertaining as I possibly can. Thank you, and have a nice day!

De-Lurking Day!!

I'm jumping on the bandwagon that Sheryl at Paper Napkin started, and pushing De-lurking Day. This is the day that all the lurkers comment on sites, instead of reading silently. Let's face it, we all have a need for attention, and who doesn't LOVE to see comments on their blog?? Christine asked everyone to leave a comment on a blog you've never commented on before, but I'm going to up the ante. Leave a comment on every blog you read today, even if it's just a "Hi!". Seriousy, that takes only a few seconds. Please don't leave anything nasty, if you REALLY cannot be nice, just skip that one, and move on. Don't worry I won't tell. The exception? You can be nasty here if you really feel the need to, no worries, I can take it. I only make that offer because I love a good argument, and who knows, maybe your comment will be constructive to me. Not everyone has that personality, so everyone play nice in the sandbox!! So let's here what you have to say, good, snarky, or otherwise. I have a hard time believing you can lurk and not have SOME kind of opinion!! Happy blogging everyone!!

I've got a friend

I know... I know!! It's hard to believe!! Actually, you may know this friend since I talk about her frequently. So I'm going to blog about her, because this is definitely one of the coolest, but strangest friendships ever, You see, we've never met in real life. We belong to a message board together, and eventually started talking by Yahoo! Messenger. We're so alike it's scary... we could be sisters. Our lives have had many common points, even our husbands have the same type of personalities. I'm grateful for my friend Tink, because even though she lives in Cali, and I'm in TX, we still talk just about daily, and do normal friend things together. Let's see... we gossip, we sympathize, we bitch, we plot, we daydream, we have coffee, we drink, we celebrate, we ask advice, we vent, we play games, we shop, we listen to music, and we trade recipes. All from different states, thanks to the internet. I personally think she's one of the best moms I know, and am constantly getting advice from her. We share cool things we find with each other, though I wish we lived nearby so we could share more. (Like shoes... we wear the same size!! And we'd love to be able to trade babysitting, so maybe we could go out with our husbands every once in a while!)

So... it's class participation time!!! I'm feeling like no one ever reads my blog anymore, (except for those few... you know who you are!! :) ) And I want to know if I'm talking to myself. Tell me, do you have any close friends from the internet?? Or maybe a friend who moved away, and you keep in close touch online?? If so, post me a comment... then go HERE to send them an Ecard!!

The mind of Shane

I've got a weird son, though this is not surprising to those who know me best. So I'll share with you the weird things my son does... he can share these stories with his therapist later in life.

He loves to poop. LOVES IT!! He has to sit down and poop every time he goes to the potty. There are at least 2 occasions each day where I have to pull him kicking and screaming off the toilet, because he sits there and yells through the door "I potty!!" For the love of God, son... you don't need to go THAT much!!

He's obsessive about cleaning, and I swear this is not my fault. He will pick things up off the carpet, perhaps a crumb or tiny piece of fuzz, and shove it in my face saying "Mommy! MOMMY!" until I tell him "Well, go throw it away!" Then he wants a "five" or a hug for doing such a wonderful job. If I ask him to throw something out for me, he THANKS me for handing him this wonderful task. Drips some juice on the floor?? "Mommy MESS!!!" over and over until I wipe it up. Mr. Clean has taken over my 2 year old.

He's currently obsessed with one of the tables lamps in the living room. He and N are having a battle of wills about this one light being on. Shane must have it on, N wants it off. I am the ref. Wonderful.

He's equally obsessed with turning light switches on and off. And telling me about it.

Then, out of nowhere tonight, I hear him calling for me from his bed. We had bought them Build-A-Bears for potty training, and they are wearing little tee shirts and undies. Well, Shane is always taking off his bear's shorts, and I think I figured out why. It was dark in the room, since it is after bed time, and he was saying "pants!!" so I turned on the light to see if he had an accident. Nope... he had put his bear's shorts on up to his thighs, and then tried to take off his own underwear. This resulted in him getting stuck, and needing my help.

So I'm left to wonder... where does my son get these odd ideas and tendencies?? Why does he act so strange?? Really though, he's also so loving and sweet... he is affectionate and silly, and all around cute. Even if he *is* a weirdo!!

Because we're just weird

This is an actual comment from an online conversation my friend and I are having.
"R got home and wanted to know what we are doing. I told him we are spending our $350 mil that the fairies dropped on your panties instead of Dubya's ranch. He said 'Ok, what's for dinner?"
Funny thing is, that line makes perfect sense... we're freak shows!!!

A couple resolutions

I'm going to make a couple New Years resolutions... I'll let you know if I keep them!!
1. Work harder at my marriage. Not that my marriage is not doing well, but I think I could put in a better effort to make things go smoother, and to be closer to my wonderful hubby.
2. Be more patient all around. I'm not very patient at all... need to work at that.
3. Get up earlier. I sleep way too late, I need to stop being a night owl. This one is the most likely to fail, I've been a night owl since birth, but hey... I'll try!!
4. Live healthier. IE: quit smoking, cut down on my massive caffeine intake, maybe get sa little freaking exercise!!
5. Let go of any remaining bitterness I have towards those who meddled in my divorce. Funny how I hate a few ex-friends more than my ex-husband from that whole ordeal. The toxic people are out of my life, so now I just need to get past the hurt they left me with.

Ok, that's all for now... I think that's more than enough of a challenge for one year!

Happy New Year!!

It's officially 2005 for my East coast friends, so Happy New Year!! I hope everyone has a wonderful new year, and is having a safe and fun night tonight!! I will post resolutions later tonight, since I'm at home with the kids, and it's pretty quiet. Maybe my resolution should be to get a life!!

So you can be cool too!

Ok, since Christine was so gracious to send me a Gmail invite, I'm now offering the same. I have some invites to pass out, so if you are interested in the wonders of Gmail, please post a comment or email me cjaping at yahoo dot com. :)

So true it's scary!!!

Ok... OK!! I promise to really blog later tonight, just one more silly little Blogthings.com post!!! I had to post this, because it is so freaking true it makes me sick. Hey, I told you I was lazy!!!

Your New Years Resolution Should Be: Wake up before noon

You've been accused of sleeping your life away And it's a little bit true - you are really into your pillow In fact, it may be years since you've seen a sunrise at the *start* of your day Sleep a little less. Some sunshine would do you good.

What Should Your New Year's Resolution Be?

If you believe in these sorts of things

My horoscope is pretty encouraging, especially since we are looking to get out of debt, and then get pregnant, hopefully around 6 months from now! How are the stars looking for you??

Virgo 2005 Horoscope

You'll probably find the first half of 2005 to be quite different from the second, Virgo. During winter and spring, you'll be thinking over money matters, and trying to get things settled. In summer and fall, you may feel the need to hibernate for a while to get your energy level back to where it was before all the excitement started -- and these seasons will be exciting, for several reasons. Still, you'll have nothing but success when it comes to finances, especially if you're working with a partner. Jupiter, the benevolent king of the gods, will spend most of the year helping you to make sound financial decisions and choose the right partners. Listen carefully to the advice of elders around the end of January. A relationship will heat up and turn quite passionate around the end of February -- and it will stay that way through March. A pair of eclipses during April will get your spring off to an amazing start -- especially when it comes to intimate matters and joint finances. Someone from out of town may also make a rather stunning entrance into your life. Tend to your career responsibilities during May and June, and expect to be rewarded by authority figures as early as June 4th. Secrets and whispers will be on the agenda at the end of June, so expect to be spending some time behind closed doors -- but not necessarily alone. Summer will arrive with the chance to join forces with a whole new group, either for spiritual or metaphysical reasons. You'll get an awful lot out of their company and their influence, so don't hesitate to get totally involved. Your birthday will be extra fun this year, thanks to a new Moon and a full Moon, bringing along surprises and lots of fast-paced change. If you're in need of the advice of a professional during fall, rest assured that you'll find someone who can help during October or November. Look around carefully, do your homework and be sure to investigate all your options before you sign on the dotted line. Expect long-distance friends and family to come along during the holidays, making them especially merry. Enjoy! What are the secrets of your personality? Discover yourself -- and make the most of your year -- with a free Personal Profile Reading! Content provided by Astrology.com © Astrology.com 1996 - 2005

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Mid-life Crisis??

Not me, silly! I'm only 22.. that means a quarter-life crisis is around the corner. My 41 year old mother, however, may be having one. Honestly, it's a good thing, regardless. She's leaving her company, leaving retail management altogether. She's got an almost 10 year old, and a 5 year old at home, and works WAAAAY too hard for way too little. This company has belittled her, overlooked her, and generally shit on her for years. She has been with them since I was a baby, but about 2 years ago they told her "Sorry, the retirement package we offered you is now buh-bye!" She was passed for a new store, for a guy with less seniority and qualifications, because she "had a family at home to take care of". Isn't that discrimination?? And those are just the recent highlights! So anyway, we've been trying to convince her to either quit, or sue the crap out of them... but Mom is pretty passive, so she put up with it. Finally, she had a wake up call, and called me yesterday to tell me she is putting in her 2 weeks. She's going to work for a nursery (as in plants, not kids) for half the pay, but she'll be able to spend more time with my sister and brother. Good for her!!! I'm so proud, because this job was killing her. Yeah, they won't be able to take as many vacations to the Caribbean, but isn't that a great trade off? WTG Mom...

The cast came off!!

Well, sort of... Madison's Spica cast (aka torture device) came off today, after 4 weeks of driving us all mad! The Dr. said she is healing well, but he wanted to put a walking cast on her injured leg for 2 more weeks, just to give it some extra support. So Mads shed her turtle shell of a cast, which was quite STINKY, they allowed us to give her left leg a quick "bath", and they recast it. She's doing great, and even walking on the cast already. She's my "independent" baby, she insisted on walking without any help to bed tonight... "I WALK! I walk MYSELF!" Well, go on with your badass then, baby! And she did. I got to re-experience her first steps at 2.5, and it was just as magical! Thank God children are so resilient, it's just amazing!

An actual introduction

Ok, allow me to introduce everyone to my kids... as in their names. You see, most of us blog with screennames and such for anonymity, but the reality is anyone who wants to can find out my real name, as well as that of my kids. Why? Because I belong to an amazing message board called Momsview, and have been posting their real names there for 2 years. Keeping track of who is "A" and who is "B" is easy for me, because from 17 weeks gestation until birth they were referred to as such. And I was there, and therefore remember who came first! Since you weren't in the delivery room, it might not be as fresh in your brain! So.... drumroll please... my beautiful baby boy is Shane, and his gorgeous sister is Madison. They will be referred to as such now, and you have been informed! :)

Where could she have learned that?

A is in his "Why?" phase... everything anyone says to him is answered with a "Why?!" This is the source of many headaches for N, who really thinks a 2 year old should not question anything under any circumstances. I, however, deal with this with the age old reasoning of mothers... "Because I said so!" Actually, I try to give him a valid response, like "I'm cooking so we can eat dinner." ("Why?") "Because we need to eat good food to stay healthy." ("WHY?") and you get the point. Eventually, I reach the end of my knowledge or patience, and say "Because I said so!!!" Anyway... there is a point to this! Yesterday we are all in the car, N and I are talking up front, and we notice the kids are playing a game. It goes like this...
A~ Why?!
B~ I said so!
A~ (in a different tone) Why?
B~ (matching A's tone) I said so!
(repeat 20 times in different voices and the break into hysterical laughter)

I don't know WHERE she could have gotten that from!!!

Tea with a princess

My baby girl got a tea set for Christmas, and of course, we had to have a tea party!! So I attended my first tea party with a princess, sipping imaginary tea and eating imaginary food off of plastic, brightly colored plates. Let me tell you, there was no better tea in this whole world. B was so cute, pouring tea for me, and having me pour tea for her, saying "Tank ew!" and "Eur Elcom!" with the manners of true royalty. A joined us, much to N's dismay, because he really wanted A to be more interested in his Tonka trucks than "frou frou tea parties"! A doll was our fourth guest, and everyone had a wonderful time. I think I now know why the British have daily tea, who knew it was so great!?

OOPS!

I have to post a "retraction"! My good friend Tink just pointed something out...I said in my ringworm post a couple days ago that Busymom was having the lice ordeal with her daughter. Silly me... that's not Busymom, that's Suburban Bliss!!! So my apologies to Busymom for the false information, and I really hope Melissa's home is now rid of the damn lice at Suburban Bliss!!

Just one more thing

Everyone head over to Genuine's and say congrats... he and the Mrs. are expecting again!!

Christmas morning

Well, we had a beautiful Christmas morning. We showed the kids the half eaten cookie Santa had left on the plate, and the abundance of gifts he dropped under our tree. The tore off the wrapping in 10 seconds flat, oohing and ahhing over the neat things they get to play with now. We talked to Oma and Opa, and Uncle "Ducky", and soon Pop Pop and Nana will call. We're blessed, because though we could not go "home" to our families, we are loved, and have been lucky enough to provide for our children. It's been a rough year, with drama, heartaches, joy, suprises, and everything in between. Since N lost his job last month, we weren't sure how we would survive through the holiday, but we are, and the light is shining at the end of that tunnel. Not everyone is a lucky as we are, with food for our family and a roof over our heads, warm clothes and some toys to enjoy. Today, and everyday, I am praying for those less fortunate, and cherishing my "gifts". Not the material ones, but the love, happiness, and comfort we sometimes take for granted. Remember the spirit of the holidays, and take every opportunity you get to do some good for someone else. Pay it forward, you don't have to give much, it doesn't even have to cost you anything. Brighten someones day, make the world a little happier, and you'll be rewarded endlessly. Enjoy your holiday everyone, and I hope you all have a safe and happy New Year!!

Why are we talking about this?

We got the Christmas card from my parent's yesterday, and it's a picture of my parents, brother, and sister on vacation. They are all dressed in cute summer clothes, and looking warm and happy. This is our conversation...
N~Nice... FL?
Me~Yeah... my mom needs to lay off the sun though, gonna get skin cancer.
N~Whoa, what's up huge knockers??
Me~yep
N~That's the nice thing about fake titties, they never get smaller or sag... do they?
Me~nope

Yes, my mother has implants... she's only 41, and looks great, but do I really want to discuss my mom's boobs with my husband? (instead I'll discuss them with the internet!!) The scary thing is the casual tone to the convo...

I REALLY hope no one in my family reads this!!! Mom would just DIE! (Though, I plan on buying myself a set one day, and when that happens I'm showing EVERYONE! Gotta be proud of those babies!)

Are you freaking kidding me??

Fair warning, this is potentially a gross out. (Probably not so much for you parents out there, but then again we've seen everything!) Busymom has a lice infestation, she cannot get rid of the damn nits from her daughter's hair. BTW, Busymom... I'm not sure why you aren't using chemical shampoos, but I get the impression you are very against that route. Why?? Anyway, I've got an "infestation" of my own. FREAKING ringworm!!! Not the kids... me!! You see, when we brought home our second kitten she had ringworm. Her's has cleared up, but is haunting me. N got one spot from her, on his finger where he had just been tattooed. That's it! (lucky bastard!) Not me... I'm never that lucky. I had no idea what ringworm was until this year. N was a wrestler in school, and apparently they get it frequently, so the first time I got it from the gym he knew just what to do. Unfortunately, B ended up getting it from me, and I felt like crap for that. Then, the kitten brings it home to us, and I get 2 spots. Lotramin slathered on should take care of this disgusting little menace. Wrong... they wouldn't go away! Those 2 spots finally cleared up, but there was another on my leg. More cream, more whining from me, and it finally cleared up. That whole process took about 6 weeks. Then, a week after the last spot was gone, you guessed it!! Another freaking spot! Why me?? I don't even touch the damn cat anymore! Is this punishment for some sin I've committed? (I'm screwed then... ) Make it stop!!! Girls shouldn't have to deal with this... especially prissy moms who don't even like wrestling! Excuse me while I go strangle that damn cat!

Oh, sleep... why do you forsake me?

I'm not an insomniac, I'm a night owl. There is a distinct difference. Insomniacs cannot sleep, but I have no trouble sleeping at all. It's just WHEN I sleep that is the issue. I'd be perfectly content to sleep from 4 am to noon, but the world doesn't function on that schedule. Tonight is a different story. I can't sleep. (Kinda makes me wonder if I haven't got the Christmas spirit after all!) N is at work, but will be home in the next couple of hours, and I'll get a rash of shit for not going to bed. Poor guy, he can't drag my butt up in the morning regardless of what time I go to sleep. When I *have* to get up before 9, he ends up taking bodily harm for waking me, and yet he still loves me. Luckily, I have sleepy head kids too, and a hubby who spent so much time in the Army he doesn't have any trouble waking. Anyway, my point is I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight, luckily it's almost morning anyway. I'll probably be the only parent in history to be eagerly waking their kids up instead of vice versa. Maybe I really should cut back on caffeine (as I sip my Coke), but what fun would that be??

Merry Christmas!!!

So it's Christmas Eve, (Actually it's Christmas, but I've not been to sleep yet, so to me it's the 24th still!) and I'm beginning to wonder if I'm ever going to have that Christmas excitement again. Don't get me wrong, I'm stoked to see the kids' faces tomorrow, this is the first year they will really *get* the whole experience, but it's just not like it used to be. I'm over a thousand miles away from my family, and for some reason N and I have been extra homesick this year. Christmas was always a big family thing for both of us. My family always got together Christmas Eve, (we're talking everyone from my great-grandmother down!) but in the past few years it's died off. (I've not been home for Christmas for 6 years, but most of the fam still lives in NJ) This year my mom said they didn't get together, because her brother's family is in FL for the holiday, and I guess no one else wanted to. Pretty sad, in my opinion... it was a special thing for all of us. I love traditions, and togetherness... and it just doesn't feel like Christmas without it. On a happier note, the kids are in for some spoiling. My parents, my grandmother, and N's parents have sent an abundance of gifts, plus what Santa brought, and the tree is surrounded! The stockings are stuffed, the cookies are out, and I'm looking forward to making tomorrow morning a big deal. Since I miss my old traditions, I'm ready to start some new ones. What traditions do you have? Any special breakfast for Christmas morning? Any little family rituals? Do you play up Santa's visit... leave a half eaten cookie, or maybe a note? Let's hear about your favorite Christmas traditions!! I hope everyone is having a very merry day... have a safe and happy holiday!!!

Amazon in my bedroom

Believe me, that's not as interesting as it sounds!!! You see, my family has discovered the joys of Amazon.com. This leads to my current situation, where my bedroom is full of the Smiley Arrow logo. (Ya like that?? I don't know what their logo is really called... but I've made up a new name!) There are 6 large Amazon.com boxes, all filled with Christmas presents for the kids, all waiting to be displayed Christmas Eve. It looks like I'm sleeping in an Amazon sweatshop!!! We're getting to know the UPS and Fed EX people by name, and you know, this is what Christmas is all about. Um, sure... whatever!

I really am trying to get into the Christmas Spirit...

But it isn't cooperating!!! Oh, well.. have a Christmas Card!

Get Your Own Christmas BlogCard Here!

It's actually similar to a card my in-laws gave us, but on that one there were only 7 reindeer, Santa was reading a Venison Cookbook,, and it was the Atkins Diet gone too far. I have sick in-laws, huh?

Check it out

Brainhell left a comment, so I went to see what his blog was about. It's the chronicles of a neurological disease he has, with some extras thrown in. The current post has an awesome picture of the world's cities viewed from space, with some poetry he wrote. Definitely worth checking out!

Genuine Bash Jan 2005

FYI

To anyone who spams comments in order to get more visitors to your site:
This is a pet peeve of mine. I will absolutely visit your site if you comment on my blog with something other than a phish for visitors!! If your site is good, I'll recommend it, which if you read mine you'll notice. However, if you post a comment with something stupid in blog wh*re fashion (only Genuine can really get away with that... he does it so well!), I will NOT visit your site, and will remove your comment. Just make the crazy lady happy and say something useful! I promise your time will be rewarded with visits, and possibly a link to your site! If this is too much work, join Blogexplosion to get hits... it's FREE!
Ok, so this is the last time I'll bore everyone with this topic. If you have a cool blog, please do comment on mine... I am officially a blog addict, and LOVE finding new and interesting ones to read!

Who ordered the Freedom Fries and Octopus?

This is the headline... just check it out for yourself. I can't even fathom a comment!
Octopus Cannon Targets McDonalds in southern France

"Bread Racket"

The Italian Mafia has been reduced to bread. Yep, that's right, they arrested people on a bread racket in Italy. I wonder if they were whacking people with stale loaves. (I KNOW that was cheesy, but I couldn't help it!!)

I'm easy to please... sometimes!

I told you before, it's the little things in life that make me happy. Well today I got one more... an invite for Gmail. For those of you who don't know, it's Google's mail service, and since it's in it's beta version, it's by invite only. Christine (check out her site, it's a great read!) was nice enough to share an extra one she had. I'm not really sure why this was so important to me, but dammit I wanted one! God knows I just get SOOO many emails, and yahoo wasn't enough. (yes, I am being sarcastic... I'm not popular... yet) Thanks again Christine!!

Name those boobies!!!

I've never felt much need for a name for my girls, but since this makes one up for you... what the heck! Boobs deserve a name, too!

Your Boobies' Names Are: Abercrombie & Fitch

Get your own Boobie Names

Like wildlife tags, only better!

I guess being a stripper in San Antonio is more hassle now than it's worth. City ordinance now states strippers in S.A must wear a permit at all times. Makes that "table" dance a little awkward now... and one dancer says it's going to look "tacky" . Yeah, it definitely ruins the classy styling of the boobie tassles, and ass-less chaps!

About the Hobo Gym

Carissa talked about the trash pickup, and how she calls the bins Hobo Gyms because the homelless people like to climb all over them in her neighborhood. So perhaps she should print this out, and tape it to the bins as a warning.
Homeless man compacted in garbage truck... and survives!!!

Christmas Shopping

I feel really sorry for anyone who works in retail right now. I've worked in retail, but thankfully not a mall-type or a big Holiday shopping store. We ventured to the mall today, not because we needed to do Christmas shopping, (because thankfully that's done) but because we were bored, and I needed to return something. Oh. My. GOD! People in this town have lost their minds!!! It's the military pay weekend, which means crowds no matter what time of year, plus the school district just got a LARGE paycheck today, since it covers them until January something, so EVERYONE was doing their Christmas shopping tonight. N and I are pushing the twins around in their stroller, B's leg sticking out a bit from the cast, and trying not to get run over. Then, at some point, there is a little girl (about 3) sitting on the floor outside a store. We stopped to see what the girl was doing there, because there was a lady nearby at a kiosk who looked like she MIGHT be related, but was paying no attention to this toddler. Come to find out, toddler did belong to said lady, but who lets their child do that in a CROWDED mall? Haven't these people heard of kidnappers? UGH! Then, people want to breakneck at my kid, like she's a car accident on the side of the highway. They are holding up foot traffic to stare at my baby girl and whisper. Yes... it's broken, and I realize it looks sad, but please stop staring at us like that! We tried to shop a store where my Father-in-law gave me a gift card, but it was not happening with those crowds. So we finally left, to avoid panic attacks all around! ***If you have not finished your shopping, I suggest you wear body armor and take a bottle of alcohol with you before braving the malls!*** You've been warned!

Yes, TWINS!

Ok, I realize twins are not an everyday thing. About 1 in every 80 births is the result of a twin pregnancy. (those stats can vary, but you get the point) However, I don't understand the things people say when they stumble upon a set of twins. I've had reasonable questions, and then I've had questions that make it hard not to stare at the person oddly. I'm not opposed to you asking me a question, should you stumble upon us in the store. However, I'm going to put out a few facts, and also some guidelines you should use when asking about multiples. :) Let me say, that this is not meant to be mean... Just as I know the questions I field are not ill-intended!

***BEGIN RANT***
FYI:
Not all twins (or higher order multiples, but I'll use twins) must be identical, nor do they need be same sex. It is entirely possible to have boy/girl twins, I'm not just pulling your leg. Please don't argue this fact, especially when you work in a medical field. You'll look silly if you do.

Not all twin pregnancies result from fertility treatment. Even if they do, it is VERY rude to ask a woman if she took fertility drugs. I did not, but I cannot imagine how a woman who did would feel when asked that! No ones business!

Just because I had a boy and a girl doesn't mean I'm never having another child. I was 19 when I had my kids, and they make me happy, but this isn't China... I can have an ARMY of kids if I want, and having the storybook boy and girl dosen't automatically tie my tube! (this is probably the most common comment)

Those are the three biggest... As far as general questions. A friend of mine has twins a few months older than mine, and she gets those all the time as well! Here are a few others that made me laugh.

"Oh two boys??" when my daughter was dressed in all pink with her ears pierced. Um, yeah... boys! I just REALLY wanted a daughter so...

"Is having twins harder than having one baby?" I've got NO clue... twins is all I've ever had! Ask me again when I have just one baby. (But if I'd have to guess I'd say probably... it's just normal to me)

"How did YOU carry twins?!" (in a very accusing tone, because I'm pretty small) Dunno. I have the stretch marks to prove I really did though... you wanna see? I can prove I didn't steal them!

And my ultimate... I was shopping in the mall when the kids were about 4 months old. I was pushing the twin stroller... the kids had "matching" outfits, but one blue, one pink. A lady asks me "Are they both yours?" "yes Ma'am" "HOW MANY MONTHS APART ARE THEY?" ( huh?!?! ) "2 minutes... they are twins." (insert the most confuse look EVER from this woman)

So friends I rant about this not just to bitch... but to inform. Because after 3 years of this, I'm losing faith in my fellow citizens' common sense. *** END RANT***

Forgot to give credit!

The Hometown list was from my dear friend Tink... and silly me, I forgot to give credit where credit was due! She frequently comes up with the coolest links. Check out her blog, her daily adventures are as nuts as mine!

Pretty Boys... I just don't get it!

Allow me to ponder something with you, because I'm having some trouble figuring this out. Why is everyone in love with pretty boys?? I listen to a lot of country music right now, and everyone is SWOONING over Keith Urban. I think he's a bit goofy looking, and I'm pretty convinced he's had some plastic surgery, though I can't put my finger on it. I mean every female radio DJ, every country music fan, even celebrities... they all gush about what a hottie this Aussie singer is. He's talented, and I like his music, but what's so sexy about him? (I know it's the hair, it's gotta be the freaking hair!) Now personally, I'll take a Troy Gentry, or Tim McGraw anyday... hell forget country music and give me Vin Diesel. I certainly don't want a man who uses more hair products than me!!

Makes me miss home!

These things all made me really homesick. My mom is a manager for Wawa, and their peach iced tea is still the best. Jim's on Sotuh Street has the best cheessteak, but I can make a mean one, too! If you are on your way down the Shore, stop in my family's deli for a hoagie... and watch out for the Jersey Devil!! Check out your hometown list, and take a trip to the nostalgia of memory lane!!!

You Know You're From South Jersey When...

You don't "go to the beach", you go "down the shore". In your mind you hear "watch out for the tram car please" even in your sleep. You've had arguments over cheesesteak quality. When it snows more than an inch, you call it a blizzard. You know someone named Siprasiut Xayapachan. You've actually found the Echelon Mall. Your uncle is in the mafia. You or your friends have Lyme Disease. You don't understand why there aren't more 24-hour diners elsewhere in the country. You know what a Wawa is, and know the location of at least 15 of them. You know what became of the 13th Leeds child, and claim to have seen him one time while peeing in the woods. One time you were driving in the woods and got stuck in sand. You have an EZ Pass, but you just hold it up. Even though there's a new Wal-Mart in your town, you still go to the Berlin Farmers Market for cheap stuff. Your neighborhood demonstrates co-existence of African-Americans and racist rednecks. You know that you should get the hell out of Camden before dark. Your car is covered with yellow-green dust in April ann May. You buy Shop-Rite brand food at Shop-Rite. Honesty, sincerity, and courtesy are things you once saw happen in Ohio. You know how to successfully handle a traffic circle. You think the Olive Garden is a bunch of crap and should not open restaurants in South Jersey. You worked at a blueberry farm when you were 13. You played soccer from Kindergarten through high school. You've counted the number of titty bars on the Black Horse Pike. You always went to the Franklin Institute when you were a kid. Your middle school hangout was the mall. You have an unusable, piece-of-shit boat in your front yard. You once skipped school and went to Wildwood. You're Italian. You know where to get the best bagel. You've called someone an "asshole" to their face at the Philly airport. You say "water" weird. Even your school made good Italian subs, but you call them hoagies. You've almost fallen asleep on the Expressway. You've lived through hurricanes, nor'easters and fires, but have never seen a tornado, earthquake or volcano. You can't believe MTV went to Seaside Heights. You know that ACME is an actual store, not just a Warner Bros. creation. You never had school on Rosh Hashanah or Yom Kippur. You take day trips to New York City. The mafia runs half the businesses in your town. You have mandatory recycling. Enforced by law. In the woods behind your house, you can find couches, washing machines, and shoes. You don't have to go to Red Lobster to get fresh seafood. You go to at least one parade at the boardwalk each year. You've made a meal out of Tastycakes, Herr's BBQ potato chips, and Pennsylvania Dutch Birch Beer. You know the Atlantic City High School marching band can lay down some phat beats. You know New Years is all about the Mummers and the Polar Bear club. You smoke Parliament Lights. You go to the local Fire Department barbeque in June. Down the road, in the middle of nowhere, is an Egyptian restaurant and a custard stand with a minature golf course. You know what custard is in South Jersey. You can go bowling at 1:30 A.M. (with automatic scoring!) In high school, you worked at a Friendly's. Route 206 doesn't freak you out at night. One time, a sea gull shit all over your head. You once said, "It smells like Philadelphia in here." You know that people from the 609 area code are "a little different". Your mom still loves Bruce Springsteen. You know it can be -10 degrees and 70 degrees in January in the same year. There's a fruit and vegetable stand down the road. You will always say "YO", and you'll say it often. You scoff at tourists in Philadelphia. Your town has an online commmunity. At least one person brings Big Fizz to a party. You go to another state and sit at a gas station wondering when the people will come out to pump your gas. You have your own bucket for carmel corn refills. You know that no matter how much they put into the Camden waterfront Camden is still Camden. You have to mail your relocated friends tastykakes. You think North Jersey is a different state and South Jersey deserves its own secession. Your high school prom was at the Camden Aquarium or The Mansion in Voorhees. You have season passes to Great Adventure. You refuse to call Hoagies "subs." You know where Olga's Diner is on rt 70. You are tired of people not believing you're from jersey because you don't have a New York accent. You drive by a farm every time you get in the car. You know what "jimmies" are and refuse to call them anything else. Eastern Regional High School has a rip list every year! Your neighbor is either a painter, a plumber, a builder, or an electrician with a work truck in the driveway. You have crossed all 5 bridges into Philly at one point in your life. You take day trips to philly to walk on South Street. You have had a near or close call experiences hitting a deer with your car. You run around in the nearest patch of woods and play paint ball with your buddies. You've considered renaming "the Garden State" to "the Hoagie State" You have a story about the "Hell Hole" ride in Wildwood. You remember the ducks in the middle of Cherry Hill Mall. You call the Berlin Farmer's Market the Berlin Auction or the Auction. You took your report card to Clementon Park for free tickets. You've had some of the best parties in a field. Other people dont know what funnel cake and water ice is because everyone else calls it fried dough and slush. You went "diner hopping" till the sun came up. You don't acknoledge that it is tomorrow until either you go to sleep or the sun comes up. You know where to buy a katana for less than $50. You go on dates to diners and arcades. You have empty Wawa half gallon iced tea bottles all over your car and room. You've ever driven around aimlessly for hours with your friends saying "So, whatta we doin?" You've ever said the phrase "look at fricken MacGyver over here!" You know the difference betwine the train and the speedline. The term "I think of you as a brother" turns into a whole family tree. You ever drove all the way to the shore just to walk around for 5 minutes then drive back. Your memories of places all consist of what you did there once when you were fucked up. You ever went over someone's house to hang out with their mom. You have a knife collection, a PS2, a cell phone, a pager, and a computer but you can't afford to get your car fixed. One of your hangouts is a parking lot. You say "'lanic city", instead of Atlantic City. You can't get that sand out of your toes no matter how long it's been there. You haven't been able to find a decent stromboli since moving out of South Jersey. You've seen a shack with a satellite dish. You know that a Jug Handle is both a feature of the highway and a bar that looks like someone's house in Maple Shade. You know of at least 3 bars where you know they won't card you. You lived near a "crick" not a creek. You don't recognize any one at your family reunion. You say "gimme" instead of give me, or "com' mer" instead of come here. You know a Chrissy and we all know she's gotten around! You think we should sell north "Joisey" to New York for $24. Everyone eventually starred at the Latin Casino. You never could figure out which was the Black Horse Pike or The White Horse Pike. You're a female and have beaten the crap out of at least one guy who wasn't your brother. You ever taken your parents car while they were asleep or away, before you were old enough to drive. You ever cut your foot on a broken bottle in a local stream. You have gotten bad poison ivy from hiding in a bush to make weird noises at the people passing by. There is a dead body somewhere in or near the stream by your house. You have to drive at least 30-60 minutes to get to work in order to make more than $10 an hour. You know what "pulling a camper" means and do it publicly when it is necessary. You know that a "Yield" sign is merely a suggestion. You've considered going to your high school late at night to check for ghosts in the halls rumoured haunted. You think pit bulls are harmless. You don't think you have an accent. Half your high school went to Camden County College. You know what the song "V-town" is about. Your front yard is made out of stones. Everything is "twenty minutes away". If you ask how long it takes to get any place in South Jersey, the person always says, "about twenty minutes". To get to a mall, "Oh, about 20 minutes". To get to the airport, "Mmm, about 20 minutes." To get from Runnemede to Philly, "Only about 20 minutes". Try it. Only the shore areas take more than "twenty minutes". They're usually "an hour and twenty minutes." Thrift shopping with friends is an event. You've intentionally stood in front of the tram car, and you're upset that it no longer stutters. You remember the old Morey's Pier before the fire. Your parents gave in and bought you a hermit crab when you were down the shore. You curse off three drivers in two minutes. You went to StoryBook Land as a kid. You haven't moved out of state soley for the reason you know the food is that bad everywhere else. WHIPOORWILL!! WHIPOORWILL!! You know the one-day sale at JC Penny's really lasts three. You live in a "dry town" and every road out of it has a liquor store at the town border. Every time someone in Hollywood makes fun of Jersey, you're mad and proud at the same time. Your big elementary school trip was to Springdale Farms. You know what the conductor is going to say for every stop on the PATCO HighSpeedline. Your neighborhood has a name that ties people together, as in "the kids" Your shoes have turned black from being in Pennsauken. You know at least 5 people who work at a prison. You say "porta reeko" instead of puerto rico, as it should be pronounced. You go to college and describe where you live in reference to how far you are from Cherry Hill. You come home from college for christmas break and 75% of your HS graduating class is at the same diner you are at 3am. You aren't scared of the speed line. You don't even care when you leave your door unlocked. More than one of your friends has spent more than a week at your house. You've lived in a row home. Making left turns just doesn't feel right anymore. You have a super secret place to sled that in better than anywhere else in town! You remember The Garden State Race Track and the day it burnt to the ground and all the tons of ashes that fell for miles. You can spend the day at the Berlin Auction shopping at the outside flea market. "Jeet?" makes sense when you hear it. The only thing you can play on guitar is "Stairway to Heaven" You were amazed Moorsetown was on MTV Cribs. A member of your family does not have all of their teeth. You know Voorhees used to be known as Kirkwood. You had a birthday party at Xhilarama. You've been to 2 or more festivals named after some kind of fruit (strawberry, apple, blueberry, lima bean). You're astounded when a friend that moves tells you theres not a Wawa nor CVS withen a 10 mile radius of them. Going to New York is a huge trip but Philly is someplace to go when you're bored. You think Amish people are amazing. Your whole school knows when each water ice place opens, and the line goes on forever! You would drop everything you were doing and run to the voting polls right now if you heard we were voting to make North and South Jersey separate states. Summer is a process, not a season. You've ever been to Wheaton Village. You know which places were built on indian burial grounds.

It's Friday night, nearly 11:00, and I'm...

Sitting here on my PC, bored out of my mind. This seems to be today's theme, but such is the life of a parent. Obviously, the kids are in bed, and N and I are not talking to each other right now, so I can't hang out with him. He's playing PS2, I'm trying to keep myself entertained reading blogs. So, if you have an interesting blog, please post the site, so I can be entertained!!! I hate just surfing through Blogger, because half the sites are not written in English, and I get frustrated too easily. I'm high-maintenance people!! I need an activity!

I spoke too soon!

Earlier today, I went off on a tangent about Sprint. I should mention N had cell service with them, and we switched both phones to Nextel recently, because we couldn't take it any more. Well... you guessed it!! Sprint is buying Nextel. Are you freaking kidding me?!?!? How is this possible? Why can't I get rid of these people? And to top it off, they will get rid of the iDEN phones, so the nice expensive phone I have will be worthless. So now I have to see if they will let us out of our contract once the merge goes through, because I cannot take 2 more years of Sprint. GRRRRR!

Stupid people

This comment was left on my blog, under a picture of my kids. Now, for those of you without a CLUE, leaving comments on other people's blogs usually result in them reading yours. However, it's generally polite to actually comment on their blog, not just use their comment space to fish for hits to your site.

At Friday, December 10, 2004, daniel said…

This probably isn’t the best way to get people to come read and comment on my blog but it’s worth a try. You might even read something beneficial. danielsvoice.blogspot.com

Is that ignorant or what?? Not a "Hey, cute kids" Not a "Hey, you suck", just a blatant self promotion. And I *did* check the guy's blog out (I was thinking it might actually be funny since he is so seemingly clueless), he's pretty boring, and a touch narcissitic. Do me a favor dude, get a life!

Does she ever shut up??

This is the beginning of a rant, on all the random crap that bugs me, in no particular order. Why? Because my kids are taking a nap, and I'm BORED!!! Nothing to do, N is busy cutting and burning anything that has ever grown in our yard, and I have nothing to do. Oh, and this is *my* blog, so I'll rant if I want to!! (Picture me sticking my tongue out here, in a nanny nanny boo BOO!) So starts my crazy ranting lunacy!

Dust, let's talk about dust. Particularly TX dust. I'm not a Texan, I grew up in South Jersey, and I now believe Texas is THE DUSTIEST PLACE ON EARTH!!! I could dust and vacuum every day, and yet there will be a fine coating of fuzzy little bust bunnies when I wake up. It has happened in every house I've lived in here, so it cannot be blamed on anything other than TX. Right now my Dell is covered in it, my lampshades look grey, my ceiling fans are atrocious, and all have been recently cleaned. WHY? Why is this God-forsaken place so DUSTY?

Next, let's talk about Sprint. I hate Sprint. I would never again use a Sprint product if they did not have a monopoly in this area on home phones. For the longest time I didn't have a home phone, only cells, but I now live in the 'Docks, and the cells don't work here. Sprint has the WORST customer service, crappy product (both home and PCS suck, and don't get me started on this POS Earthlink DSL!), and high prices. All around, it's safe to say they are one of the worst businesses I've ever had the misfortune of paying. If you ever have the option, don't go with Sprint, just trust me on this!

One of my least favorite things to do, and one I procrastinate on immesely is filing. I would probably make a poor secretary. I have a large stack of papers and invoices that need to be filed, and I will put them off as long as humanly possible. N is a neat freak, so I'm sure this drives him batty, but he is seemingly incapable of filing things as well, so has no room to talk.

Wow, I must be really bored, because those are the only things I can think to bitch about right now. Oh, wait, I do have something to do (besides file the damn papers!) and I'm sure you'll understand without my ranting. Call the insurance company!! Enough said, right?? Wish me luck... And who knows... Maybe I'll have fun "war stories" when I get off the phone!!!

one of the pics I took for Xmas... it's pretty hard to get a good pic with "B" not able to sit up!! 

A big sigh of relief

You can all take a deep breath and relax. Why? Well, there was an accidental revelation in our house tonight. You see, N and I spent our evening playing NASCAR Thunder 2004 on PS2. We now know, without a doubt, we could not be race car drivers. We caused lots of damage, pissed every other driver off, and gained position by breaking all the rules. NASCAR would fine us, let the other drivers beat us up in the garage, and we'd lose our sponsors.(You should try it though, we were dying with laughter!) Therefore, you can rest easy you will never see us on the race circuit. Aren't you relieved??

Sex, religon, and politics... hell, let's discuss it ALL!

First of all, let me say thanks again to Carissa, since this was on her blog. (Hey girl, if you mind me snagging these, just let me know, don't want to have poor netiquette!)
People always say you shouldn't discuss sex, religon, or politics. In general I *try* to keep to this rule, but it never seems to work out that way. Oh well! I get points for trying, right? Actually, I'm pretty much certain that my bumper stickers on the car are going to get my car vandalized. This *is* Bush Country after all!
Now, being that I'm a Democrat, and a pretty liberal one at that, I was not surprised by my results. Where do you fall in this vast political wasteland we call democracy?

You Are a New School Democrat

You like partying and politics - and are likely to be young and affluent. You're less religious, traditional, and uptight than most Democrats. Smoking pot, homosexuality, and gambling are all okay in your book. You prefer that the government help people take care of themselves.

What political persuasion are you?

How cool is this?

Something very cool is happening this week. My 60-something grandmom is graduating from college with her BA. Personally, I think this is one of the coolest things ever, because she spent most of her life as a homemaker, and after a divorce she got a CDL, has been working for Palm Beach County's bus system for quite a few years now, and going to school at Palm Beach Atlantic University in her spare time. She has plans to get her Master's, if for no other reason than to say she did it. You see, my grandmom is really important to me, I'd dare say I'm closer to her than I am to my own mother. She took me in when I was being a punk ass teen, and has always supported me, even when everyone else had written me off. She's really one of the coolest people I know, even though most people think she's pretty crazy. (She'll speak her mind regardless, it doesn't always go over well with some people!) She struggles with depression, and has a serious weight problem, but she doesn't give up. That really takes courage, especially when you have been through the things she has. So today's post is dedicated to my Grandmom Dianne... rock on... I knew you could do it! I really wish I could be there, I can't wait to see you again!

What breed are you?

I "stole" this from Carissa's blog, and here are my results...


What Common Breed of Dog Are You?
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I'm not sure I am a pure bred Pomeranian, but it does fit some of my personality. How about you??
BTW... I demand you be impressed, because I actually managed to make something work in HTML!! This is impressive! Oh... it's not?? Ok, well *I'm* impressed with my new ability, and I know Tink will be, too! Speaking of Tink, check her site, and see if you are in the 98% or not... :)

Just an update

Ok, so it's more than just an update, it's pretty decent news! "B" had to go for Xrays today, and the Ortho doc said she is healing nicely, and he doesn't need to see us again for 3 weeks, at which point the cast could come off! So, on 28 Dec we have an appointment to get another set of Xrays, and we're keeping our fingers crossed for a certain type of improvement (forgot the name of it) the Doc needs to see to remove the cast. Yea!!
That's it. I am having a boring time this week, nothing too interesting to report. It sucks because I know as soon as my head hits the pillow I'll think of something I want to blog about, but I refuse to get back up. We'll see...

Chilling together 

The Princess and her toast 

Tylenol Codeine face 

It's the little things in life...

It's been an exhausting week, and I've been reflecting tonight on the little things in life that make all of the crap worth it. So, in a late "Thanksgiving" tribute, here are some of the little things, and I'm oh so grateful!!

• A really good book, or even just a decent one!
• High fives from the twins... everything is an accomplishment worth a "pibe" to them
• The "B" Dance my daughter has invented while in her cast. How cool is it to be 2, and so happy, even though you are in this MISERABLE contraption?!
• Chocolate milk. "nuf said!"
• New socks. (Admit it... nice new socks make you happy too!)
  

And that's just the short list! There are so many more day to day things that just make me smile, more than a few of them involve my children. So I hope those of you reading remember to smile and be happy once in a while, no matter what else is going on. In the meantime, I'm learning HTML, and experimenting, so bear with me if the page gets screwed up. I'll be posting some pictures of the kids tomorrow! :)

Much too young to feel this old!!!!

When I last posted, I was in my 3rd day of non-smoking. Well, I made it to day 5, and caved. N and I decided we weren't feeling any better, and it was actually getting more difficult to not smoke as the days passed. Whoever came up with the notion that it got easier after 3 days LIED!!!! So, in the wake of our failure, we had a lazy holiday weekend. Then tragedy struck... our daughter broke her femur. She was trying to get out of bed, tangled her leg in the toddler rails, and the rest is gruesome history. When N realized something was seriously wrong, he laid her on the floor, and called for me. Her left leg was shorter than it's partner, making my poor baby girl scream and making me feel light-headed. I rode to the hospital on the stretcher with her, which was convenient in case I did actually faint. (It was close!!) After an ovenight stay in the hospital, during which the doctors used traction to do a closed reduction of her break, she was put in a Spica cast. For those of you not familiar with this fun device, it's a cast of her hips, with an area cut out for a diaper, and it extends down the broken leg to the toes, and the healthy leg to the knee. Put a nice bar in between the legs to make it sturdy, and you have a torture device from hell. Try making a 2 year old immobile from the waist down, and keeping her that way for at least 4 weeks. She's handling it well, and figuring out how to move herself a bit, not to mention how to manipulate us into catering to her every whim, but it is trying to say the least! The utter lack of sleep, and the constant demand for my attention is making me feel like the living dead. "B" is in need of something just about every moment of the day, (and night!) and "A" is pissed because he's feeling ignored. Then, in an attempt to provide some Mommy-time for "A", I took him to run some errands. He threw the most horrific tantrums the entire afternoon. I feel awful for him, because not only is his twin sister hurt, but he's frustrated as well. So it's a constant struggle to make both of my babies happy, and it's almost a futile concept. Add all of this to the normal stress of life, season with some "marital" arguments, and throw in a dash of guilt, since my baby keeps saying "Help me!" but there is nothing I can do for her. Blend together for 1 week, and you have a recipe for disaster. I want *my* mommy, but she's half way across the country!!! It's times like these I'd give anything for a nice Valium, or a clone to take over for a few hours!

The homestretch!!!

I am about 45 minutes away from the 72 hour mark... 3 days without a cigarette. Most people who have quit say that is the mark to hit, the point where success is easier. It's been rough. REALLY rough. However, now that I've gotten this far, I don't EVER want to go through it again, so I'll probably never smoke another cigarette. Another great thing about this experience is I haven't gained weight while quitting so far. I've actually lost a few pounds, but I'm sure I'll make up for it tomorrow. I have noticed that I have been chatty and I've ranted on random topics. For example, I belong to a MSN group of local moms. We do a Hot Seat Momma, where someone is in the "hot seat" for 2 weeks, and the other moms ask questions to get to know her better. I am the Hot Seat Momma, and someone asked me about having twins, and if it runs in my family. I went on a tirade about things people say to mothers of multiples. I actually feel the need to apologize, because thinking about it I probably made them feel dumb, but it was not my intent. Without nicotine to calm me, and keep my hands busy, I've gone off the deep end ranting! I'm glad my close friends know and love me, because otherwise I would have alienated them all this week!!

Stupid people should avoid my path right now

I realized last night I'd forgotten to tell you about the low point in my smoking cessation battle. I freaked out on a lady at the bank. That's right, folks, some poor bank teller fell victiim to my cranky attitude. We pull up to our bank, and I send a check I'd like to cash, and an ID with my social on it. I never cash checks, but I figure this will be enough since I am an account holder there. After a bit of a wait, the teller says to N "Sir, is C in the car?" N says that I am, and she asks "Does C have an account here?" Another affirmation, so she then asks for my account number. This is where I lose control. I'm already agitated, and now I've got to dig through my purse for my account number, and the lady doesn't seem to understand she can EASILY pull this up using my ID information, and while I'm searching she asks again if I have an account here. "YES!!!! I DO have an account here!!! I REALLY do! That's why I'm here to CASH A CHECK!!!!" I'm totally screaming at this poor woman, who has just really pissed me off now. I wonder if I should go apologize for this.... or just go to a different branch from now on. On a side note, this bank is great, but they frequently ask dumb questions they should know. Like when we deposit N's paycheck... without fail they ask him who he is and if he is on the account. "Nope! Just wanted to give this nice lady all my money." Of course he's on it!! To quote Bill Engvall... "Here's your sign!!!"

Still going strong...

I have realized something in the last 24 hours. I am MEAN without cigarettes. Worst case PMS mean. Actually, "in labor" mean... and that's pretty bad. (Actually, wasn't too bad in labor, but I had a C-section. I'm not pushing anything out of my coochie, let alone 2 full-term babies!) Ask N, I'm CRANKY today!!! He's cranky too, from not only the lack of nicotine, but a bit of a crash diet he is going on for the Army tape test. So you can imagine what life in my house has been like. However, I am surprised that I have not given in today, even after a long trip in the car, which is usually my weak point. I ALWAYS feel the need to smoke in the car, but I resisted. Even when I found a coupon for $1 off a pack of cigarettes in my purse. I even held strong when we stopped at my best friend's, who smokes in her house. (We only smoke outside, but going to her house is BIG temptation!) So I'm about halfway to success, because I hear 3 days is the mark to hit. All in all I think I'll make it, because I hate to fail. More accurately, I hate to ADMIT failure.

On a different note... who else is totally HOOKED on Deparate Housewives?? This is a total addiction for everyone I know, even N got interested. I love Sunday night now!!

My third attempt at becoming a non-smoker

You know, I honestly enjoy smoking. I know very well what it can do to your body, but, in the last 2 years or so, it's often been the ONLY time I get 5 minutes to peace. I get aggrivated when people tell me how horrible it is, and it pisses me off that I find myself feeling ashamed for being a smoker. I like my cigarettes! I don't begrudge you your vices, whether you overeat, drink too much, bite your nails, or whatever. (Ok, that's a lie, I yell at N constantly for biting his nails... drives me nuts!) Anyway, sadly, the time has come to quit. Why? I feel guilty spending money on cigs for both of us (N smokes, too) when that money could be used for so much more. N is unfazed by the removal of a long habit, he's been taking it in stride. Yeah, he's cranky, but not too bad at all.. Now let me tell you about my attempts. I first quit while pregnant, though I'd be lying if I said I quit cold turkey, or that there weren't a few cheats. Two weeks after the twins were delivered, I broke down and started smoking again. My second attempt was a few months ago. I was just feeling ambitious, and made it about one and a half days. I actually wouldn't have given in if N hadn't gotten very frustrated with my attitude. That brings me to the current attempt. 10 hours in, and I'm not really feeling *too* bad, though I'm quite edgy, and keep feeling like I'm forgetting to do something. N's solution to my lack of will power was to picture the kids sitting at the table with empty plates crying "Mommy we're hungry!". That did it, regardless of the fact I would NEVER allow them to go hungry like that. So with just the thought of that hypothetical crying, I'm determined to quit. I've given up stronger addictions with less struggle. I think the habit of smoking is the thing that gets me, more so than the nicotine. Either way, I'm going to document the experience on this blog, since it at least keeps my hands busy. If you notice a certain mean streak in my writings, please forgive me, I'm battling a demon. If I stop posting, it's entirely possible N and I have killed each other. If I catch ANYONE taking bets on how long it will take me to cave I will be kicking some ass. Idle hands and low nicotine in the bloodstream may cause serious side effects. Now THAT ought to be a Surgeon General's warning label! Pass the gum please!

All that you can be...

N has decided to go back into the Army. He's been out 2 years, but has decided he wants to go back, to give us some more opportunities than the civilian job market can offer. It's no big shock that our job market SUCKS, and though we don't believe in the Iraq conflict, the Army has a lot to offer. Not a bad deal altogether, he doesn't have to go back to basic training or anything, and will re-enter the same rank he left. 6 weeks, or so we'll find out where we are going, and shortly after the beginning of the year we will be there. So this should be an interesting few months!!

When will the rain stop???

Ok, It's been raining for about 3 days. I'm tired of it. It's cold, wet, and grey... and it SUCKS! Since I didn't have anything to do in this wonderful rainy weather, I finally figured out how to change my template to have a "Links" section. I know this seems like a small task for you veterans, but it's a huge deal to me! So check out the cool links I have for you... (I talk like I actually have an audience, which I don't think is true!!) And whoever sent the rain, CALL IT OFF! I'm begging you! I'm preparing to build an ark in the meantime!

Another crazy rant... aren't you excited??

I just read an interesting blog discussing the DNC, and the recent election. This fellow Democrat Blogger has just started his blog, and this was his first post. If anyone knows how to add a sidebar to my blog of links to other blogs I'd REALLY like to know. Please email me or something!! Anyway, the general concept of his post was how screwed we are with another 4 years of Dubya. He commented on how the Republicans took our Gay Marriage issue, and kicked our asses with it. Also, he pointed out that Kerry gave up without even getting every count voted. (Regardless of the final result, him giving in sent a bad message to voters, especially the college students who waited in line until 4 am to cast a vote in Ohio.) He's right.
Now, I want to point something out to you. What's in a name? Well, just ponder this with me. We have 2 main parties in America... the Republican Party, and the Democratic Party. I'm going to break down just the names of these two parties, and allow you to draw your own conclusions.
Republican~ This makes me think Republic. Who do we know as a Republic. Oh, I know, the Republic of China!! Ooh, aren't they Communists?? Oops!! I don't want to be part of a Republic.
Democrat~ Makes me think of democracy, which is what our country was founded on. We want to be a democracy, right? Freedom, the Bill of Rights, all that fun stuff.
I know this sounds like crazy ramblings of a pissed of Democrat... but when this name game occurred to me, I really thought about the leaders of the parties, and if the description fit. Now you can think about it, too! And thankfully, for the time being at least, I still have the freedom to write this without being thrown in jail. Gotta love the Constitution!

Sunday... blah!

It's Sunday, a notoriously lazy day for us. The kids are with Ex, and it's been a quiet, but depressing weekend. It's cold, it's rainy, and it's been a shitty week. So mark it down, folks!! For the first time in my life I am going to say.... "I cannot wait for Monday to come!" In the meantime, I am going to go watch the race, and if Kasey Kahne doesn't win this one or Miami I'm going to be upset!! Enjoy your footbal, racing, church, family dinner, or whatever else Sunday means to you. :)

See... I did it again!!

I forgot to blog! Ok, yesterday was a busy day. I'm doing in home childcare now, and my first full time child is a 13 month old little boy. He's a doll... but his parents seem flaky at best. It's not a big deal really, because it's not my business how they raise their child, it's just odd to see what some parents do. N is on a straight 36... nice overtime, but it's hard on us as a family. And Ex wants to take the kids out of state for Thanksgiving. That idea is nixed, for good reason, not just for spite. So it should be a hectic Thanksgiving now, since I wasn't prepared to celebrate the holiday at all, and now I'll be doing the turkey thing. Of course, my good friend in California knows just how important this holiday is. Drink your milk and eat your turkey... get NICE and sleepy!!! :)

Been slacking off lately

I've been lazy. I warned you in my profile this happens from time to time. I don't mean to slack off, but I often get distracted by something else, and it takes me a while to re-focus. Anyway, it has been an eventful week. N has moved to a different station, different partner, much better all around. He's running 911 calls now, instead of transfers and long-distance runs. The reason for the move was discord between him and his partner. Take a walk with me into a shift with her. 24 hours... once every three days. That's what they work. They have a station with beds, bathrooms, a kitchen, Dish Network, pretty much a home away from home. She spends as much of those 24 hours as possible sleeping, and the rest of them whining. N drives whenever he is not with a patient, because she's "tired" and needs to nap in the truck. And then occasionally a call comes in.... and she sighs. Not like a "Damn, I have to get off my fat ass and move" sigh, more of a tornado warning type sigh, because she cannot believe they are asking her to actually WORK once in a while. She was whining a lot, and N was hating to go to work. Long story short, N moves to another station, a much better assignment, with a medic who knows his job. We're happy, the boss is happy, and I feel sorry for the poor sap who is stationed on N's old shift!!

In other news, the potty training is going much better lately. My son loves to use the potty. My daughter understands the need, but is not as crazy about it. It's the little things in life, folks... I wish I could get as excited about peeing as A does!

Have you seen "Supersize Me"? This is a must-see for Americans. You'll never want McDonald's again. I just finished watching it, and wow!! Don't watch it while eating, especially fast food!!

Oh, and if the cat didn't HATE us before, she does now. The new kittin brought a upper resp. infection with her, and passed it on to the older cat. Both are sick, and both have their claws, which means N and I are missing chunks of skin from administering medications. Sounds like fun, huh?? Now do you see why I haven't been posting as often? Ok, no more excuses... I'll post again tomorrow...

And it's all over now

Well folks, it's over. Bush has won, and though I think "bought and bullied" is a more accurate term, there isn't a damn thing any of us can do about it. What do I think?? Well, Kerry gave up a little too easy in my opinion. I can't fault him for that too, much, but I am disappointed that Al Gore (who is not one of my favorite candidates) put up more of a fight than the man who was said "Help is on the way!" Now on to a few predictions about the next 4 years. Dubya is going to have the opportunity to appoint at least one, probably 2 jusges to the Supreme Court. (That's a fact, not an opinion) This will mean we will say goodbye to women's rights, separation of church and state, and many other "rights" we take for granted today. They will stop gay Americans from being treated as any other American is, by not allowing them the benefits a committed couple deserves. More of our friends and family will die in Iraq, and since I live by the largest armored base in the US, I've been witness to this since the start of the war. We will probably start a draft in the near future, because even with the stoploss our men and women in the service are not re-enlisting, and who could blame them? No one else wants to sign up either, so we are at a GRAVE shortage of soldiers. Oil prices are going to continue to skyrocket, as well as milk prices, food prices, and everything else in the market. You know what won't change? Wages. But what does Dubya care?? He's rich!!! The rest of us can't even afford to go to work, because we lose money when you figure in gas, and childcare. Oh, and do you Bush supporters REALLY think Osama is done with us? Well, prepare yourselves, because the 9/11 deaths will not be the last he inflicts on innocent Americans. Oh, had you forgotten is was Bin Laden responsible for those, and not Sadam?! Guess the amdinistration's plan worked then, because they didn't want you to remember their friends the Bin Ladens were the enemy!! So in four years, if I'm not in jail because of the Patriot Act (After all, this "freedom of speech" I'm taking advantage of can now make me "An enemy of America") I want to take a poll to see how happy our citizens are with "their" choice. In the meantime, I don't have to like Bush to love my country, and I'm going to continue to work hard to give my kids something better here! I suggest everyone who hasn't already go out and rent Michael Moore's Fahernheit 9/11... what do you have to lose??

Election night madness

Ok, I'm losing my mind on this wonderful election night. N has gone to bed, because he ran a lot of calls last night, and couldn't stay up any longer. I am periodically waking him to give updates on the election. We've discusssed leaving the country and relinquishing our citizenship if Bush wins, that's how opposed to him her are. It is not looking good for those of us in the "Kerry Camp", and I am glued to the statistics. I'm not sure I trust exit polls any more than I trust gallup polls, only because they always seem to leave out certain demographics. For example, we lived a good deal of the past 2 years with only a cell phone, no home phone needed. Our home phone was just put in last month. Gallup was not contacting any households who didn't have a home phone, and many people in my age group don't . Essentially, we were not represented in those polls. How accurate can the exit poll predictions be? They were calling states before even 50% of the votes were tallied! Regardless, I'll escort you on a journey through the neurosis I'm experiencing due to this election. I'm neurotic enough without the state of our futures on the line. Now the stakes are high, and I'm a basketcase! I am not far from Crawford, TX, and I cannot believe how many people in this area voted Bush just because he is a hometown boy. Hello?! I know a lot of hometown folks I wouldn't trust to run a business, let alone a COUNTRY!!! This is not good, but my fingers and toes are crossed for a Kerry/Edwards victory. If not, you may be reading about how I am adjusting to Canada. I'm sure I'll be back soon to ramble more, but in the meantime I'm going back to my CNN.

Exactly as planned...

One thing is for sure folks... I know my children. Exactly like I expected, they used Daddy being on shift as an excuse to act like wild chimps. My dear friend Tink has recommended a book to help me get them under control. You see, I don't have bad kids, they just don't listen to ME! Mom is a pushover, and they take advantage of it. Well, no mas! I am going to demand the respect I deserve as the person directly responsible for bringing them into this world. I'll let you know Thursday night if my new plan is working. I only know I will not be hog-tied and taunted by them when the new regime is in place because of my size. Unfortunately for them, I am still much bigger and stronger. So I guess for me that means I need to bring them into compliance now, before they get big enough to overpower me. Come on, how hard can this be?? I have 20 years of experience over them... they're just little kids right? RIGHT?! Can I get some moral support here?!

Let me tell you about my day. Actually, you have no choice if you are reading this, because it's my blog, and I can talk about whatever I want! (Sorry about that, I just needed to feel in control for a minute!) Well, they slept in, and I let them, because I *knew* they had no intentions of napping later. We had a successful potty day, only 1 accident, and that was due to an upset tummy. Things are good for a while, then the late afternoon brings a horrible case of the crankies. A walks outside barefoot, and with no pants on. I tell him to come back in the house right this minute, which prompts him to laugh at me. Yes, you read that right, my 2 year old son laughed at me. B is following her brother, because it seems like a fun thing to do. I'm on the phone with N during this, who is trying to assist me in getting them corralled without any violent tantrums. I finally convince B to come in, and drag A in kicking and screaming. All the while I'm barefoot, and mad I had to walk on the rocks to get A. Back to back tantrums follow this incident, incited by every move and command I give. A goes potty, but doesn't want to get off the potty. I know he is done, but to him it seems fun to sit on the potty and stuff toilet paper down it. I am not interested in plunging the toilet again, so I drag him off the potty. Tantrum. I won't let them stand on their little trikes. Tantrum. B is about to strangle the new kitten, and I step in on Callie's behalf. Tantrum. Are you seeing the pattern here? Do I have any volunteers to baby sit yet?? Come on, you know you want to! We take dinner to Daddy, and they are both angels during our visit. Come home, after stern warnings from Daddy to behave and be nice to Mommy. Get ready for bed... you guessed it... TANTRUM!!!! Now, at 1 am, they have been asleep for about an hour, and I'm trying to figure out where to submit my 2 week notice. Love them to death, but Mommy is about to start Toddler Boot Camp for them!

On a completely separate note... if you are American, and reading this, GO VOTE!!! NOW!!!! I won't even tell you who you should vote for (Kerry :) ) Just go do it!!!!