Round here...

Most of the time I hardly ever think about my brother. We have had a falling out. Over what I have no idea. It no longer even matters. I have made numerous attempts to make amends, and nothing. The end.

Today? That is a different story. For the first time in a long time I thought about him without being angry. I was shopping with the boys and we were looking at toys. Quinn's birthday is next weekend. Aidan's is two weeks after Christmas! I found some really awesome toys that I cannot wait to buy for them. I kept picturing their faces when they opened their gifts from Santa on Christmas morning. I could just see the joy and excitement. I could hear their laughter. And it made me want to tell my bubba. And that made me so very sad. I miss him. The boys are getting to that age where they are just really aware. Not just of holidays,birthdays,etc. But of everything.

I just wish I could make him want to see that. He would be blown away by Aidan. His love of tools and books and that damn aquarium. He barely knows Quinn at all. How much he loves baseball and Buzz Lightyear. It sucks. For me, but most of all for them. I don't know what to do. There really isn't anything I can do. Except cry.

Because I really do miss him. And I wish he would miss me too.

Just AIDAN!

Me: Buddy, we really need to work on going potty.
Aidan: Mama. I will go potty tomorrow after I waked up from my nap if it is the last thing I eber,eber do.

The funny part? His voice is getting higher and screechier by the word. He ended up sounding like Jack from "Will & Grace". It was hysterical!

Sorry, that's all I gots for today. I am tired.

Here's a clue for ya!

Is it my imagination, or is Blue's Clues the lamest, possibly gay-est children's show evah? My children have taken to watching Nick Jr. in the morning now. You know, Dora, Diego, The Backyardigans... Personally, I also find Dora to be a bit annoying, but it beats watching frickin' Barney all to hell and back.Steve is just so condescending. It literally makes me want to stab myself in the eyeballs. With whatever I have handy. Repeatedly.

So here is my question. What happened to fun, but still educational t.v. shows like we used to watch when we were children? I am afraid to date myself, but I will use my favorite- Captain Kangaroo. I loved that show! I remember watching it constantly.

Hey, now that I think about it, my dad may have made some reference to it being a dumb show when I was bitching about having to watch Caillou. Grumbled something about it being "payback".

Hmmm. I'll get back to you.

Can I get an amen?

I cannot stand watching celebrities/athletes/public figures, getting into trouble and then- BAM! Heavenly father, please forgive me, I HAVE FOUND JESUS.

Um, okay. I don't really think you are supposed to use religion like a get-out-of-jail-free card. It just really burns my ass. Just say you're sorry, take your punishment and get on with your life. Please. I don't need to hear about how wonderful your life has become since you accepted Jesus into it. Really? It wasn't wonderful when you were making a gabillion dollars? It wasn't wonderful when you were at the Oscar's in a Galliano dress? It wasn't wonderful when you got to go to the Superbowl, and stand on the sidelines?

Because all that stuff sounds pretty damn good to me. But, maybe that's just me. Or? Maybe it is because I already know the presence of God in my life.

Out of the mouths of babe's...

What better place to document the strange, and often really funny, things my children have said.

Aidan: Daddy! You sneaked on me. How did you sneak on me?

Quinn: DARF BADER! Repeatedly, and in a very growly tone. For those of you NOT in the know- Darth Vader. What? He is not even two yet!

Daddy to Quinn: Do you love Daddy?
Quinn: NO! BUBBA!
Daddy: Do you love Mama?
Quinn: NO! BUBBA!
Nothing like a good kick in the ego from a little maniac.

Aidan: Mama? When the water comes up to my nose it makes me speak spanish.
Wha?

Aidan: I am NOT going to have a lot of fun at the zoo, I am only going to have a LITTLE bit of fun...
Don't worry, he had more than enough fun!

Aidan: An octopus is a cephalopod.
He is right!

And, my new favorite.

Aidan to my mom: Look,look Grammy! There is the Big Grouper and the Little Grouper! In the sky! Look!
Translation- Big Dipper and Little Dipper!

You're Not the Boss of Me Now...

Yeah, I am late as hell. But, you better believe I am jumping on the bandwagon.

One of my favorite blogger's had some unfavorable comments on her last post. She was very calm and unflappable. I would not have been nearly as gracious.

I find it incredibly rude when, women, feel the need to give me advice. I don't mind it, when I ASK for it. But, it pisses me off to hear it when I don't.

Why would you EVER feel the need to offer me MEDICAL ADVICE, IF YOU WERE NOT MY OWN OB/GYN? You are most certainly not the boss of my pants.

I love to share the stories of my children's birth. I WOULD NEVER PRESUME TO TELL ANOTHER WOMAN HOW SHE SHOULD GIVE BIRTH. That is a very personal choice. For whatever reason.

Why must it be one way or the other? Why are we always looking for ways to judge? Aren't we ALL Mother's?

So there.

I STILL love me some football...

In spite of everything that is going on here, I still love football. I am deeply saddened by ALL of Michael Vick's accusations. And, sickened. I don't understand any of it. I find it unbelievably repugnant.

I realize that his football career is over. That sucks. He could have been such an amazing QB. We were SO excited when we signed him. And then? He failed to deliver. Year after year. We fired what could possibly be, in my girly opinion, one of the greatest head coaches our organization has ever had. In that same year, we also let go our ONLY chance for a decent quarterback. He is livin' it up over at the Texan's organization. Who can blame him?

This season will be hard, of that there is no doubt.

Let us hope that we can move past any negativity, and just play some ball.

I, for one, am MORE than ready!

Randomosity...

First of all, as soon as I can figure out how to upload/download this on to my computer, I will. Because it is sooo much funnier in person. And definitely cuter!

Rememeber that show called "Evening Shade"? We used to watch it religiously. They had some funny bit about the names southerner's give to people. You know, like Digger. My two personal favorites were Nub and Dub. But you have to say it a certain way. Real slow and pronounced. My father loves to say it. Seriously. He says it and then laughs. Every. Time.

When I became pregnant with Aidan my father was beside himself when he found out it was a boy. Care to take a guess what his nickname was? Yup, my beautiful baby boy, a.k.a. Nub. Freaks. Fast forward to a little over a year later. Pregnant again, it is another boy. Father ecstatic because now he finally has his Dub. My family has always been a little off center...

Now Aidan and Quinn are three and a half and almost two, they've been hearing about Nub and Dub for quite awhile. Last night we are in the living room watching the baseball game, trying to catch a glimpse of my parents. All of this sudden I hear someone saying "Nub and Dub" over and over again. I look over and it is MY SON. Aidan is walking around, muttering it to himself. Then Quinn starts in. Only he says "Nu and Du". I almost wet my pants laughing. I immediately called my mom's cell phone so she could hear him. While they were at the game. Then, I called their house so I could leave it on their answering machine. My father is deaf as a post and there was no way he would have been able to hear it over the phone. He is going to get it on video. You have to see it.I am half tempted to get in the car and drive to Michael's to buy t-shirts and iron on letters and whip 'em up a couple of Nub and Dub shirts. My father would DIE.

The end of an era...

I doubt any of y'all know this, but I am a NASCAR fan. You probably won't care that much either! Tough. It's my blog.

Dale Jr. is my pretend boyfriend.

I am super pissed that DEI(his bitch step-monster) will not let him take the number 8 with him when he goes to Hendricks Motor Sports next season. It was his grandpa's number. He chose it specifically for that reason. I think it is petty and spiteful. I wish a pox upon her fat, greedy, spiteful head. And I hope he wins the championship. So there.

Couldn't reach an agreement, my ass.

Not really my babies anymore...

I originally came up here to check my e-mail and ended up getting a little side-tracked by my favorite blogs. Ooops.

I left the boys watching Caillou, eating peanut butter and banana sandwhiches. They love Caillou. The sandwhiches? They jury seems to still be out on that one!

I took them to get a haircut yesterday. We go to a family owned barber shop here in town. They give awesome little boy haircuts. Plus, the boys have been going there since they turned a year old(Aidan a little sooner, because of all the hair!!). They look like little boys. It about broke my heart. Quinn's face has lost almost all of his baby-ness. He is starting to talk more and more. He even puts short sentences together. I love so much that they are growing up so big and strong. But? I feel like it is happening too fast for me. I want to tell them to slow down, that they will be grown ups soon enough. I guess I just want them to enjoy their childhood. It seems to me that so many children don't get to do that anymore. I just find that incredibly sad.

And now that I have been all the-glass-is-half-empty, I must get the maniacs,er boys, ready for going to their Grammy's house. Mama has to go to work.

PLEASE POST MY DAMN POST,ALREADY!

My husband is leaving for three weeks. We have spent the last two days preparing the boys for the fact that he is actually leaving. BTW? It sucks ass. They don't know what that means. I do. It means that in about to or three days time I am going to have to explain that their Daddy is working out of town. And they can't see him. Or play their "wacker game", of which I am woefully ignorant. You know, being a girl, and all!

Please insert your violins...

I don't even know why I am bitching about this.


Except, we are in the middle of moving. We are trying to sell our house.

And it is all going to fall on me.

And just dammit all to hell.

How in the fuck am I gonna pull this off? No, really how?

Suggestions, ladies? Now would be the time!

I have to pack(in my spare time?HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!), AND FIND A HOUSE(HAHAHAHAHAH!),AND work?

Did I mention that next week(hubby=still out of TOWN!!), my boss' are going on their vacation?HAHAHAHAHAH?

Still fine, just a little fuh-reaked out.


Sense the hysteria?

Any ass-vice would be awesome.

Seriously.

Hotter than the hammered down hinges of hell...

This is going to be brief. It is nasty hot here. We set a record yesterday for our low...it was 82. Yep, you read that right. 82. For the low. It is just horrible. I can't take the boys outside, as you can imagine they are going a little stir-crazy!

Plus? Because of the heat, and going in and out of it to the nice,cool indoors, I seem to be getting sick. Bah. I am praying the boys do not get sick too. I am working all week and I just don't think I could handle it without having some sort of complete mental breakdown! Do not even get me started on next week. My boss and his family are going on vacation. Which means I have to be at work A LOT. I am tired just thinking about it! It will be nice for my paycheck though!

My first comment!!!!

Thanks to Swistle for my very first comment here! I was super excited when I opened my e-mail and saw a comment waiting to be moderated! It is always nice to know someone is reading your thoughts.

Cool.

Everyone is pregnant, but me...

I am so jealous. To be truthful, I should point out that I am not preggers because of a little thing I like to call the- second- best- thing -to -ever- happen- to- me... MIRENA. We have been very fortunate in our ability to get pregnant. A little too fortunate. I had to have something that was going to keep me from being the equivalent of barefoot and pregnant. The pill did not work for me. At all. So, Mirena it was. I cannot begin to tell y'all how much I love it. Seriously. Best birth control evah.

All of that having been said, I am dying to get pregnant. I loved being pregnant. It was easy and so much fun. Even when it was towards the end and really was not fun. But now is really not a good time for us. We are selling our house and moving to an apartment. I am more than ready to leave this hell-hole of a house.

It is still hard. Three of the girls I work with are pregnant. Jealous.

I know that I am okay every day when my husband doesn't tell me I am pregnant, and it's a boy, right after he wakes up. That's how it happened the first two times! fuh-reak!

I guess I am just going to have to wait a little while longer...

New Girl On The Block...

Hey y'all,

I have just come over from Herhangout.com. I switched because I kept getting spammer comments and COULD NOT GET THEM TO STOP. It was making me slightly crazy. Well, really crazy. I tried everything. No dice. Damn spammy commenter's.

I hope to be able to transfer all my old posts to here. I just have to figure out how. Drop by and leave a comment, if you feel the need!