Wait... come back!!

Monica... you commented on my last few posts, presumably here from Musikdude's, but your site address doesn't work! I want to visit, so if you stop in please post the correct link. Hmm... I'm off to track you down! ;)

Randomness at it's best

First of all, why, oh why, can I not get my blogroll to load?! I'd say it loads correctly 4 times out of 10, and that's on a good day. I will be doing my rounds tonight, if only I get the stupid list to populate! Ok, next topic... how to get hung up on. Call my house and ask for my ex-husband by first name. When I tell you that he is my ex, and I have no idea why he would give out my number as a contact number, quickly ask if we were together when he bought something he didn't pay for. When I let you know it is nearly 8pm, and I am not appreciating this call, rudely let me know that you are allowed to call until 9. Um, I don't care what the state or federal laws are, you are not allowed to call this house after business hours for a business matter. Also, when I let you know you need to take said collection up with X and please stop calling me you know you are about to get hung up on. Fair warning. The last thing I heard was "We will continue to call..." CLICK. No, I'm pretty sure you won't, I'll be happy to send a cease and desist, because X doesn't live here and is not my problem anymore. I mean, just in case you were wondering, that's the quickest way to get hung up on. :D Anywho... on to bigger and better things. Things have been more than hectic with N's Army (re) enlistment. Prior service enlistments are usually a bitch anyway, but this one has been particularly trying. We had to open a congressional inquiry, which still didn't clear up our problem. (I'm not surprised, our congressman is a Republican't) FINALLY, after rattling quite a few cages in the high tiers of the local command, (as in a Colonel, a couple Generals, the people who would rather eat rocks than talk to lowly former Sergeants) shit rolled downhill as N predicted, and the recruiters started being pleasantly cooperative. As in the guy who had previously blown us off, hadn't lifted a finger to get this processed, and had been as rude and unprofessional as possible is now jumping through hoops for us.) The error the Department of the Army had made was a serious one, one we could have sued for had it come to that, when all we wanted was N to be enlisted as he deserved to be. Hopefully, our battle is coming to an end, and it looks good for us. We are supposed to find out something "concrete" tomorrow. Keep your fingers crossed for us?
The kids are blossoming in language and skills, it's funny how we thought they might never catch up to other kids their age, and all of a sudden you BAM! Were they holding out on me or something? Shane knows his colors well, and they are working on counting. (I think Mads is just playing dumb about the colors, she used to have them down pat but now everything is "green") Mads loves to sing her ABCs, and she is getting closer to the right order everyday. That girl is going to be a star, she LOVES to entertain and sing and dance. Is it wrong that we encourage her to "shake her butt"? It all started with the "We did it!" song from Dora... they do a little butt shake there. Either way, their intelligence sometimes surprises me, not because I didn't think they had it in them, but because they seem to pick up stuff out of the blue. The bad thing is they sometimes pick up stuff they shouldn't. I'm in trouble, I need to start changing my habits!

Eeeek!

I feel like I've been caught in my pjs at 3 in the afternoon or something. I just found out that I'm Musikdude's Mystery Site today, and of course it's at a time that I've been slacking! So... don't mind me, I'm not usually this lazy! ROFL. I promised something worthy of your time today, and I'll deliver on that promise in a few hours, but in the meantime feel free to grab a Coke, put your feet up, and have a look around (ignore the dust bunnies, they don't bite). My good friend Cori posted about our crazy conversations, so you can go here to see what I'm really like (don't forget to say hi, she's one of my bestest friends!). Also, I have a bit of a game for you. Post a comment with the address to one site you read that you think deserves some recognition. I'll post the whole list tomorrow, and we can all find some new sites to add to our never-ending blogrolls! Thanks for stopping by!

Well doesn't that suck?

Nothing like finding out your lifespan is short for brightening up your Sunday night. Ok, so I know this isn't a "real" assessment, but still...

You Will Die at Age 58

58 Not bad, considering your super wild lifestyle Want to live longer? Try losing a few bad habits.

What Age Will You Die?

I promise to post something worthy of reading tomorrow, I've been neglecting my poor blog lately. Have a good night!

I'm Baaaccckkk!

Did ya miss me? You know you did! (Or not... but let me pretend, it makes me feel better!) Anyway, I'll be spending most of my night catching up on my blogroll, I've missed you guys. It's funny how attached to this blog I've become, it's a nice little outlet for adult thoughts and "conversations". Anyway, enough babble-assing (Jenn, I LOVE that word!) on to the good stuff. We've had a blast hanging out with Uncle "Ducky", the kids just adore him. He must have great luck because his trip here has been blessed with our spring best weather, 70s and beautiful all week. The boys have been having a blast catching up, the kids just love playing with their uncle, and I enjoy having him around, even though the typical 19 year old in him can be frustrating. Anyway, he's a great guy, and we've been trying so hard to convince him to come to TX next year, go to school down here instead of Indiana, but I doubt it will happen.
We took the kids to the park the other day, and spent all day playing on the playground and looking at the ducks swimming in the pond. When we were leaving Madison was mad, and had a tantrum. Nate was carrying her and she did that silent, red, angry scream... you know, no noise just open mouth. She then stopped breathing, eyes shifted to the left, body locked up, and face turned blue. Nate laid her down on the sidewalk (stiff as a board and blue), and gave her a quick sternum rub, which made her take a breath, but it was terrifying. Meanwhile we're getting the evil eye from other parents, like we're just beating our kid or something. People, if you see someone's kid throwing a fit, it is not helpful to stare and whisper like your child *NEVER* has a tantrum, and how awful are those parents. Seriously. Also, if your child likes to hold their breath, stay calm, and blow in their mouth. If that doesn't work, rubbing your knuckles on their sternum will. Worse case scenario? They'll faint and start breathing again, they cannot hold their breath forever. Funny thing is Dusty used to do it, and the ped told my mother-in-law just let him pass out. He's now a healthy 19 year old college baseball player, it didn't kill him. No one said parenthood wouldn't be scary.
Ok, just a couple quick rants. First of all, am I the only Desperate Housewives fan who is a little pissed about the lack of new episodes? It's been a couple weeks now, and there will not be an episode this weekend or next weekend. The 20th is the next episode, and it's an older one, which means well over a month without anything new. How can you have a top rated show, and then just not run episodes? That's a quick way to lose fans, especially if they are like me, and can't even remember what happened last. Come on ABC, this is cruel. Besides, I wouldn't watch ABC at all if not for DH, it's definitely the best thing they have going for them!
Victoria's Secret... let's talk. I've been a good customer, I spend lots of money on my Angel card, I pay it on time, and every undergarment I own bears the VS label. That said, I bought a new bathing suit, VS brand, through your catalog. It was not a cheap suit, but I liked it a lot, more than any suit I've found since having the kids. The bottom didn't fit so well, even though I bought the same size I always buy, I guess your panties and swimsuits use different measurements. Anyway, not only do you charge me $5 to send it back, but I called to order the next size up, and again put it on my card. The rep tells me it'll be shipped right away, and I would be refunded for the other one when they received it. No problem, right? Well, it took 5 days for an in stock item to ship. FIVE DAYS. If it was in stock, what was the problem? The email you sent said it would be shipped pending credit card approval. I used YOUR CREDIT CARD! You already know that I have the available credit considering you issued me the card and credit line, so why the wait for the approval? Also? You send me my items USPS using the slowest method possible. I paid an arm and a leg for shipping, only to take for. ev. er to receive my stuff. The return label you send? UPS, and it's cheaper. Why is that? Not only do I have to wait forever to my items, and pay to return them, but I have to drive into town and find a UPS store. Not. Happy. Do you hear me? Customer not happy! I spend way too much on your products to be unhappy, so if you could kindly fix it I'd appreciate it.
Ok, I'm done ranting now, especially since Tish says it will give me wrinkles. She forgot to mention the high blood pressure and stress headaches, but it's whatever. :) Off to visit everyone, have a great night!

Making a date

With the blog world that is! I will be up and running tonight with new posts, my week in review, and a couple of rants. Who is on my rant list? ABC, Victoria's Secret, and anyone else who manages to piss me off before the kids go to bed tonight. I'll see you tonight, don't forget to bring flowers and wine , after all, I am an old fashioned girl sometimes!

Still here!

I'm still alive, and I haven't forgotten about the internet. My brother in law is visiting from Indiana, so we've been hanging out with him, and enjoying some great weather. The kids love their Uncle Ducky, so I'm sure to have some great pics for you this week. In the meantime, check out some of the blogs on my blogroll, there are so many interesting read out there you never know what you are going to find!! Feel free to talk amongst yourselves!

A Peek Into Their Insanity

Today I'm going to distract you from my insanity to take a look at a couple other crazies. Now, I say crazies with the best intentions, because both of these bloggers are wonderful, interesting people, but they're mommies, and parenthood is nutty. First up is aka_monty from The Daily Bitch. A real life Supermom, she spends her days juggling kids, work, blogging, and writing a book. She's snarky, entertaining, and honest, never afraid to tell it like it is! Let's see what kind of information I can drag out of her!

1. I've got to know about the pencil lead. How'd it get stuck in your thigh, and why didn't you get it taken out?

2. What can you tell us about your book? How long have you been working on it, and are you working on any others?

3. You have your choice of any man in the world, and you are guaranteed to have a long, happy marriage. Who do you pick and why?

4. What do each of your kids do that makes your heart just melt? Do they use that to get their way?

5. Money is no object, and you are planning your dream home. Tell us about it, what special features are you putting in?

Ok folks, check back with aka_monty for her responses, and don't forget to say hello!

Our other guest is also working on a book (or 5) and is the physical therapist we all know and love. Between patients, kids, and some huges dogs, she finds time to work on her novels and keep us entertained with her incredible blog! Let's get the dish from Tish!

1. You have writer's block (Tish? Never!), and you have a deadline to meet. What remedies do you use to get the creative juices flowing again?

2. You have some crazy relatives, including a klepto grandma. What is your craziest trait?

3. What has been your biggest adventure so far? Was it planned or spur of the moment, and are you glad you did it?

4. You are hosting a dinner party for 10, including you and your hubby. Who do you invite? (Dead or alive, choose anyone you want)

5. What are 5 things you are determined to accomplish before you die?

Again, check back with Tish to see her responses, and let her know you stopped by. Don't forget to snoop around at both of these wonderful sites, and see what wonderful insanity they have to share!

So what?

I'm sure you've heard about the chimpanzees who attacked some people at a sanctuary this week. I actually saw it on CNN headline early yesterday morning, but I decided to look up an article last night, after a commentor on Brando's blog mentioned one of the victims had his testicles ripped off. Yeah, that seemed worth looking into. Well, the Houston Chronicle ran this article, and the man did indeed have his nose, foot, and testicles ripped off. Wow, talk about your bad day right? Well, the couple who was attacked was visiting a 39 year old chimp named Moe who had lived with them for decades. He was removed from their home for biting off part of a woman's finger, but he was not one of the attacking chimps in this incident. At the end of the article there is an old quote from the victim about the incident that caused Moe to be removed from his home. "Animals bite, people bite, Mike Tyson bites. So what?" You can't help but wonder if he still feels that way now that it was his nuts and not some woman's finger.

Tish uncovers the truth... film at 11!

Tish is enjoying her childless break, as the kids are with Grandma, and she even got some alone time since the Hubs went golfing. During this break, she managed to put together an in depth look into the lives of 5 bloggers. I'm one of them, so here's where I bore you with the details. Actually, it shouldn't be too boring since Tish came up with the questions, so stay tuned!

1. What started you in blogging? Well, Cori and I belong to a message board for parents, and the topic of blogging came up. We read a couple of the blogs, and in order to comment you needed a blogger account. So we both signed up, and decided it would be fun to give it a shot. Now, the fun has spun out of control, and I'm in need of a 12 step program, but I'm loving every minute!

2. How did you meet your husband? I had started working in car sales shortly after deciding to divorce. Nate started at the dealership a week after me, newly split with his wife as well, and needing steady income while getting his EMT certifications completed. After about a week of meetings, I came in one morning to find him sitting at my desk. He told me "I'm moving in" (there were not enough desks on the showroom floor) And we spent 12 hours a day sitting across from each other, with a few pesky customers interrupting. After a couple weeks we started seeing each other, got the rumor mills flying, and I moved to the pre-owned side so business and pleasure wouldn't mix. 4 months later we moved in together, and we married 16 Dec 2004.

3. Tell us three stupid things people say to mothers of twins, and your retorts. Somewhere in my early archives, there is a post about this very topic. Hmmm, my favorite three?
"Are they both yours?" (yes) "Well how many months apart are they?" (2 minutes) "Oh! They're TWINS?" (Here's your sign) No real retort here, because really, what can you say?
"Are they identical?" Um, no... only one of them has a penis, that pretty much rules out being identical. (This inevitably leads to "I thought all twins HAD to be identical." Oh, yes, you're right, one of them isn't actually mine, I just like to pretend I have twins. You caught me!) You'd be surprised how many people obviously failed Biology 101.
"Oh, two boys?!" Yeah, we just pierced that one's ears, and dressed him in ALL PINK because we REALLY wanted a girl.
Granted, that last one is specific to me, not all MoMs, but all three of these have actually happened. More than once. They happen less now that the kids are older, but as infants it was a "Here's Your Sign" marathon.

4. If you had one day to replay, what would it be and why? I wouldn't replay any bad days, even if I could change them, because those experiences made me who I am today. I'd replay the day the kids were born, only if I could take Nate with me. It breaks my heart that I can't share that with him, because he loves them more than I could ever imagine. I'd want him to witness it, and get it on tape. (Before you go "EWWWWW!" I delivered by C-section, Shane was breech. I didn't have a video camera then, and my dimwitted Ex bought an outdoor disposable camera, so there are no good hospital photos.)

5. What is your advice to women going through a difficult time with an ex? WRITE IT DOWN! All of it, dates, times, phone calls, missed visits. If your state will allow it, record all phone convos. Trust me, this will pass, honesty will prevail, but you can speed up Lady Justice's hand if you are armed with the right information. If you aren't divorcing, just broke up with your boyf or whatever, keep your chin up, get dolled up, and go out. Believe me, there are BETTER fish in the sea. Have fun!

Well Tish, thank you for having me on your show, it's always a pleasure to sit down with you. Remember folks, have your cats spayed, or you'll end up like the CCL!. Good night!

That *is* the highway

I'm usually not good for much early in the morning, other than stumbling around and being grouchy. On mornings that I've not slept, except for the 40 minutes or so before you call my house, it is not wise to call me for driving directions. My 19 year old brother-in-law called this morning asking me where the highway was. He flew in last night, and is driving his dad's truck up to Oklahoma to visit a friend for the weekend, then spending next week here before heading back to college in Indiana. He was telling me something about being at the Jack in the Box and the Exxon, across from the bank, which is on Hwy 190, but I think he might have been asking where I 35 is from there, and I gave him some useless gibberish. "That's the highway right there, runs east/west. You're good. Be careful" Dusty, I hope you found I 35 all right, and you learned a very valuable lesson today. Don't call before 9AM unless someone is dead (in which case ask to speak to N), because I lose about 75 IQ points until mid-morning. Sorry bro...

A Public Service Announcement

Have you seen Saw? If not, I don't recommend it, especially if you are a scaredy cat like me. Ok, ok... you say you have to see this movie? Well, let me tell you what NOT to do. Don't watch it at night. I barely slept last night after watching this movie, it took quite a while to get the images out of my head. Don't watch it the day before you'll be all alone all night. N had off last night (thus the movie viewing), but is working all night tonight. As in, left at 4PM, won't be home until dawn. I've never been one for horror movies, I didn't watch a single one until Scream came out. You think I would have learned my lesson, because the next night I babysat my toddler sister, on my parents' 15 acre property, and spent the whole night in their bedroom holding the phone and a butcher's knife, German Shepard at my feet. See? Big sissy baby right here, I'm not ashamed to admit it. Scream was a joke to horror movie fans, but it had me debating whether I should call the state police (and surely die because their response time was like 12 hours), or bypass them and call my dad's coworkers in the next town, in hopes they'd take personal interest in my limbs staying intact. That is, if the killer didn't cut the power lines that ran down our long, dark driveway. How about the time I tested my courage by watching one of the old Halloween movies with a friend? Screamed so loud I set off my parents' burglar alarm. Didn't even know that was possible! What was I talking about again? Oh, yeah... Saw. Fucking horrific, there is no other way to describe this movie. Infuriating at times, completely confusing, nasty, scary, psycho movie. Nate even commented on how twisted the guys who wrote it must be. Now I'm alone, and spooked. There is no way I'm going to sleep tonight. Great, huh? In my defense, I've seen quite a few horror movies in the past few years, and I haven't lost sleep like this before. The freaking cats from the CCL? They keep setting off my motion detector, just adding to my anxiety. It's just pretend, it's just pretend, it's just pretend... (that worked better when you were a kid and didn't know about the real life crazies out there) I want my husband to come home!!

Tag, you're it!

First, let me say Blogger is a meany stupidhead program, because I had this post completed, and hit publish, and Blogger ate it. I hope you're happy Blogger! >:P

Ok, now on to more important matters, or something like that. Cori tagged me with the interview thing that's going around. (That makes it sound like the flu, but it's a good thing, it's fun!) This means I get to post my answers, and then interview 5 more people. Staying with the trend, I'll interview the first 5 commentors. (Of course, I don't often get 5 comments per post, so I may just hand pick a couple victims!) But first, I need to answer the questions Cori left for me. I should add that this wasn't an easy task for her, we've been friends for about 8 months, and talk daily. That doesn't leave much mystery about the other person!!

1. What is the sexiest part of N's body? That's an easy one... his shoulders and arms. Muscular and snuggly, I adore having his arms around me!

2. Do you have any birthmarks? Nope. My kids have some, but not me. The oldest mark on my body is a pencil point in my face, it's been there since I was 4.

3. Besides mine *wink wink*, what is your favorite read on your blogroll? Ha! I know your tricks! I plead the 5th, your honor, there are too many really great ones to choose from!

4. Nate is told he can be stationed anywhere in the continental US. What post would you choose for him? 'Cause I totally know you would end up making that decision! You're absolutely right, I would be the one to choose, if only because Nate would do anything to make me happy. This is a really tough one. Sticking to just Army posts, (and since you said "continental US" the really cool ones like Puerto Rico and Hawaii are out) I'd probably choose Ft. Dix, NJ. It's about 20 minutes from my hometown, I miss my family. (Unfortunately, Ft. Dix is scarcely populated now, we'll never be stationed there.)

5. If you found yourself in front of a crowd of thousands and you had to entertain them, what talent would you whip out? (And flashing doesn't count) Damn, you know me too well!! Actually, I have terrible stage fright, so my only "talent" would be standing frozen and saying "Uh... um... oh God... um..." and stuttering. I have very few performing talents, so I'd have to grab my husband and stick him out there. He's a great comedian, he'd definitely keep them laughing!

Well, who wants to be in the hot seat next? Just leave me a comment, and consider yourself tagged! Oh, and don't forget to head over to my good friend's site, and let her know how awesome she is!

Confessions

Jenn came clean with the world on her blog, and did a great service to the moms out there struggling with addiction. She posted this about an article on the "rise" of meth use among moms, and I think she is hit the nail on the head. Now it's my turn. I am a recovered addict. A mommy who ended up addicted to drugs in order to take on the world. I didn't do the NA/AA meetings like Jenn, I quit cold trukey, but I've relapsed once. And I battled again, hopefully I've won for good. That relapse almost cost me my children because it came in the midst of my divorce, with a medication prescribed to control my anxiety disorder. This happens every day around us, even though we think it could never happen to us, or our neighbors, friends, or family. I am not pointing the finger at society for my battle with addiction, I know all too well that I made that choice, took that rocky path. However, I do recognize the pressure of society to "do it all" when you are a parent. To cram 36 hours of activity into 24 hours a day, to function on little to no sleep, and still be Supermom at all costs. Will people judge me when the find out I've battled addiction? Of course, because in our minds addicts are only homeless bums who would rather get high than work. But as Jenn has said, this demon knows no social status. It's the young mother trying to stay afloat and raise her children, it's the soccer mom with a PDA full of PTA meetings, Scouts, playdates, and school functions. It's the wealthy socialite with lunch dates and charity functions. It could be your next door neighbor, one of the people in your car pool, your boss. It could be you. For Desperate Housewives fans, I know more than a few moms who could relate to Lynnette, frazzled, over-worked, out of control, and trying to get it all done. As I watched her addiction to Ritalin unfold, I told a close friend how I wish we could have the benefits of endless energy, without the pain of addiction to pills. She has 3 children of her own, and she agreed, it would be so great to be able to get it all done effortlessly. The most honest thing the writers of the show put in there was Lynette asking her friends why no one talks about the feelings of failure, though we all face them at some point. It would be so much easier if we supported each other, instead of telling every other parent out there how they are fucking it up. I'm sure you read about the Mommy Drive-bys at Chez Miscarriage. Well, they happen, every day, and it needs to stop. This job isn't easy, and no one knows all the answers. And when one of us falls down, we need to pick them up, help them brush off, and get through it.

The Common Denominator

I had a bit of a guilty moment. There are so many blogs I love, too many to really read each day, but someone had surfed by mine on Blog Explosion. This person also had twins, and I checked out her site, and immediately realized I would never want to know her in real life. Seriously, there are a lot of you I'd like to meet one day, but this was a definite no. So why do I feel guilty? I feel like there is a bond between us as mothers of multiples, and that I should become insta-friends with her. She doesn't discuss her children at all, her whole site is discussing a toxic relationship she cannot seem to break from, and I really didn't want to bother reading past the first post. We really had nothing in common other than boy/girl twins. Yet, because of a not all that uncommon experience we've both had, I feel this silly urge to force myself to like her. That is so not me, I'm very cut and dry. I either like you or I don't and you know, because I tend to lack the internal censor that people refer to as tact. Maybe it's because it's that time of the month. Yeah, that's it... I'll blame it on the hormones... why else would I stress about something this insane? Pass the chocolate please!

So excited!!

All of the words I'd use to describe Hello! image hosting are not suitable for family entertainment, and are probably illegal in many states. The Webwench turned me on to Imageshack's free hosting, which is how I got to finally add my Genuine Bash buttons and my Certified Redhead barcode. Yea!! So, in honor of my new found image hosting abilities, I'm going to share a few pics of the kids. Enjoy!!


Madison sleeping in the car


Shane playing outside


This is in the hospital, they are in the incbuator together... see how tiny they were?


Nate and me at a club a year ago. That's the last time we went clubbing, how sad. BTW, his name is Nate. Nathaniel. He asked me today why I only refer to him as N. I don't know, force of habit. Either way, now you know. Are you happy, honey? I love you even though you're a pain.

Part time job

Reading my blogroll is like a part ime job with crappy pay. Seriously, I just spent 3 hours reading blogs, and I frequently do from 9 or 10 pm until I go to bed. Is there a Blog Anon? I think I need to go there. Now.

Not what Victoria had in mind

My underwire broke (a $40 bra and the underwire breaks? WTF is that?) so I took my bra off, and laid it on the couch. We go through bathtime, and the kids come into the living room to get dressed. I walk in to see Mads wearing my bra, looking like something out of "Honey, I shrunk the kids" after a fall in the laundry basket. I really couldn't help but laugh, and actually thought of grabbing the camera, but is that really one for the scrapbook? She takes it off, and I go into the battle of combing her hair, and getting her into pajamas. While I was distracted, Shane grabbed the undergarment, slung one strap over his head, creating an interesting bib. He then tried to swing it around his neck, and when that didn't really go according to plan, he had some fun pulling it like a bungee necklace. Should I have been disturbed or laughing at this point? This is a kid who helps me sort laundry with color commentary. "Shane's pants, Madison's pants, Daddy's pants, and (grabbing my tinest pair of undies) MOMMY'S PANTS!" Um, thanks son, give mommy her underwear and go play. No, don't put all of our underwear on your head and run around. Where did you learn that? N!!! Come look at your boy, where did he get THAT idea? That's it, Mommy is going to start folding laundry alone. (All part of their master plan) Is this life with boys? I grew up in a female household, things like putting underwear on your head didn't happen. God help me, I need some Valium.

I said so!

Madison's new thing is "I said so!". Apparently, we have given that answer one too many times, because she is picking up on it. Tonight, as I tucked them into bed, though that was nearly 2 hours ago and they are still up, she kept saying "Mommy wait!" Why Mads? "Just wait! Because I said so!" But Mads, it's bed time, we have to go night night now. "No Mommy! It's not nap time! No night night! *insert toddler speak that I didn't understand here*" Yes baby, it is night night time, see? The sun is not out, we need to go to sleep so we can have fun tomorrow. Do you want to go to the park with mommy and daddy tomorrow? (from both kids) "NO!" Ok, well we have to go to bed. "No Mommy! it's not nap time I said so!" Ok, I give up, night sweetie! Give Mommy a kiss? "No! (I start to walk away) MOMMY!! (in that exasperated tone usually reserved for the teen years) Kiss!"
I think she won that round, though I'm not really sure. Either way, I can see the little mommy in her, and something tells me her brother is going to get bossed around frequently.

Song for the moment

I'm just really not feeling up to updating, but I'll try to come up with something tonight. In the meantime, have some song lyrics

"She wants someone to call her angel/ somone to put the light back in her eye/ she's looking through the faces/ and unfamiliar places/ she needs someone to hear her when she cries/ and she says take me away/ and take me farther/ surround me now/ and hold... hold... hold me like Holy Water/ she just needs a little help/ to wash away the pain she's felt"

Anybody? Here's a hint, the guitarist has the words Love Everybody on the back of his guitar, he's known for turning it over to show that at the end of a song.

*** Updated*** Since Cori scrolled down and commented asking for a little assistance, the song is Holy Water by Big and Rich. More country, I know darlin'! 3 years I've lived here now, almost to the day... it has an effect on you!