One more thing...

Do you ever wonder - - oh now what? I wonder that sometimes. What could I have possibly done now?

Sometimes being a friend is exhausting. Maybe this is why I befriended guys in high school. There's never any drama with them.

They are so lucky.

Just Tired

It's been a hectic week. Lots of activity around our home. I suppose that's why the migraine fairy paid me a visit on Monday. I don't think fairy is the right word though. That implies nice thoughts. This was crappy. A migraine steals me for two days. One for the headache, the second day recovering from the shot. I'm just not me. I hate it. I hate them.

The festivities started with us on Saturday. Birthday party for J. Then there was the Harvest Festival at church, then Trick or Treating at School on Tuesday for both of them and today only for J. Plus, I took cupcakes to J's class for his birthday. Tonight, it was trick-or-treating at Daddy's office then off to the grandparents house. In the mean time, the other grandparents have been in town visiting. See what I mean by busy? So - - when I sound like a total "negative nellie" with the whole Halloween thing - - I'm really not. I was just *so* done with it by Halloween night this year.

All I wanted was a quiet evening home with my family. And I got it. C went to bed. He was wiped out. Daddy, J and I played a fierce round of Cootie. This was one of J's birthday presents. We had a great time. I was the victor, J came in second and Daddy came in last.

Okay, that's all. Time to turn in.

Happy Birthday Little Man!

I can't believe how fast four years has gone by. My oldest is now four. Wow. I'm sitting here looking at him and thinking about how I fall a little more in love with him every day. I think about the events of that week. All of those events that led up to that phone call. Oh - that phone call. I still get goosebumps. Remember it Bobby? He's the one that got to call me and tell me that a baby was being born that day. October 31, 2003.

So many of you were a part of our lives then. Many of you had been fervently praying that God would bless us with a baby. We even heard stories of couples praying about it the night before. Then the call. A call that changed our lives forever. And his.

I can't help but to "tear up" a little when I think of his birth mother. I know she loves him. I could see her heart breaking as she handed that not so tiny bundle over to me. When she kissed him good-bye, tears fell down her face. I promised her I'd love him with everything I have. So, while today is a fun day for us - I'm sure it's a tough day for her. Please pray for her. I know that she knows she did the right thing. She and I still talk on occasion. She has seen pictures of him.

Happy Birthday Little Man! I love you more than you'll ever know.

And to the woman who gave me one of the best gifts I've ever been given - - thank you. The words seem so small. But I have no other. Thank you for choosing life.

Harvest Festival

Thing 1 and I on the Hayride. We had a great time. He actually wore his costume this year. He was Darth Vadar. And let me tell you - - the Force is strong in that one. Thing 2, not so good. His allergies are kicking his tail. His Daddy's allergies are kicking his as well. Both are not doing so hot. Thing 1 and I? We are kicking some tail. Check us out! Have a great week!! Smooches.

Natural Ice - Medicated

I love this stuff. Audra got me hooked on it. I never even knew it existed. She bought a three-pack when she was here one time. Insisted I take one and try it out. I took one - - I thought to be nice. Turns out, she was the nice one. Oh. My. AND - get this. I thought I lost mine camping last weekend. I've been freaking out all week. I couldn't remember the name of it. I was convinced she got it at Wally-World and I searched high and low there. No luck. Blimey. So I called her today. She says try Target. Like I need a reason to shop there. Anyway - - it was too late in the day to get by there. My lips were in desperate need of moisture. The 8,000 tubes of other crap we have around here weren't cuttin' it. I decided to search Husband's truck. No luck. Then I cleaned out my car. Again - no luck. Dang it. Finally, I decided to empty out my purse. (Wow, did that thing need purging.) Imagine my joy and glee when at the bottom I saw my lip stuff. The "crack-cocaine" for my lips. I started to quiver as I removed the lid and slathered that stuff on my chapped lips. Ahhhhhh. The hit was good.

Note to self. Get more tubes of NI-M. Stat. I must not put myself in that predicament again. Ever.

Survivor 10/26 Official Friday Post

Go James, Go!

Oh, yeah!!!!!!

He dodged a bullet. Big time. And PG and Jaime - they just might be getting what they have coming to them. Bwahahaha! I wanted to rip their heads off during that comp though. Talking smack to their own team member? Who did *they* think they were? Did they forget the last immunity challenge? Oh - - so it was important to *them* this time and they *needed* James. I get it. You worthless women. You need to GO.

And Todd - - oh Todd. Your plan seemed so flawless. But I fear you got greedy.

I'm looking forward to the merge. My man just might make it after all.

Go James!!

Picking My Battles

Excellent advice. I needed to hear it. Recently.

Whether it is in reference to my kids, my husband, extended family, friends or even a wolf in sheep's clothing. I need to pick my battles. This particular battle is one I won't engage in. I could do battle. But is it worth it? No. Does it really matter? No. Am I aggravated? Yes.

So - - this one shall slide. However, a mental note was made for future reference. Not to re-hash with the wolf. Just for my "personal file."

Besides, it wouldn't be fair to do a battle of wits with someone that is unarmed. I'd smoke 'em.

A Flaw in the System

With the OB/GYN appointment system, that is. It's messed up. And being an infertile woman, I'm convinced it's the preggos that are screwing it up. It makes total sense. Have you ever been waiting in that hideous gown (opened to the front), freshly pedicured I might add, only to be told that the doc is at the hospital delivering a baby? Ugh. It throws the whole system out of whack. That's not why I'm complaining today. I am convinced though, that it explains part of my problem. I got a postcard in the mail telling me that it was time for my annual. It said to call to schedule an appointment for March. I though, "Wow, they are really on the ball. March? Okay. I can plan ahead." I got this card about two weeks ago.

I called today.

She tells me that the earliest he can see me for my annual is May 21st. Heh? I told her that would put me behind a little, but what the hey. Fine by me. I don't exactly look forward to that visit. As long as they refill my hormones, I'm good to go. She then tells me that puts me *way* behind. I'm due in November. Again. Heh?

Why did I *just* get a reminder postcard if they knew that the appointment making was so far behind? Could they not have sent it to me in May or June? Then, I'd be on top of things. Not six months behind. Oh well, what's done is done. I'm on a waiting list for a cancellation. We'll see about that. I'm just blown away at how flawed their system is.

Checking in...

Hello. Absent blogger here. I have lots to catch you up on. I'll try to be brief with my summaries. I don't know how successful I'll be with that. If you get bored, feel free to drop off.

Let's see. The last time I posted I was incredibly mad about Survivor. I still am. I fear that my man James is going to bite the dust soon. Let's hope for that immunity idol. That - or - another shake up. Doubtful. Maybe a merge? Nah. Won't happen. Dang it. I won't get to watch the show live this week. Husband and I have plans. We go to this dinner show benefit thing every year and it's always on a Thursday. It's this Thursday. The entertainment this year - The Oak Ridge Boys. Not my first choice, but I'll be honest, who doesn't want to hear a live version of Elvira? C'mon. I grew up listening to those fellas. My folks are going to be green with envy. Rest assured though, I'll be staying up late that night and watching Survivor. E.R. will have to wait until Friday.

I was afraid my bad attitude would spoil our weekend plans. It didn't. We went camping. We took our trailer out for the first time. It was nice. The campground - not so much. Not at all. In West Texas, we call 'em stickers. (Husband calls them grass burs. He's from up 'Noth. Yes. I spelled that wrong. I was using my southern accent. I know it's spelled north.) Anyway, there were A PLETHORA of stickers. Husband and I agreed that they should torch that state park. I mean actually set it on fire. Burn it off and start over. I don't mean to be disrespectful of the other fires right now. Not what I'm sayin'. That's horrible. But this place - UGH. Poor little Thing 2 - the only thing he was good at was falling down and catching handfuls of them EVERY time. They were in our clothes, our camper, our towels, our shoes. They were everywhere. To say we won't be going back to that wretched place would be a gross understatement.

I didn't let camping in BFE ruin me. I still enjoyed it. So much that when we got home, I got on the Internet and made our reservation for the place we wanted to go this past weekend but it had been booked up. Now available. It's supposed to be a pretty nice place and it's close. I'm looking forward to it. Maybe we can actually let the kids play outside this time.

Other stuff - today is my Mom's birthday. The big 6-0! Happy Birthday Mom! We seem to have a system in place to do dinner out for birthdays. For the 'rents, we buy. For us, they buy. It just works. And makes everyone happy and feel good. We had to go last night because they left town AGAIN today. This cabin they bought in the mountains has turned them into, well, I don't know, mountain-traveling people. (Actually, people who now own a house that is about ten minutes from a ski lift. I'm just sayin'.) Anyway - - Mom chose Texas Roadhouse for dinner. As luck would have it (and I mean LUCK), there were Marines from our local AFB there. They were the servers for the evening. It was a program called Tips for Tots. All of the tips went for Toys for Tots. I have ALWAYS been a sucker for men in uniforms. They were everywhere. And they served us dinner. Where was my camera? At home. Blimey. I didn't get a single picture of it. And there were some pictures worth taking! :p Now, I was nice to my Mom and didn't tell them that it was her birthday. They would have made a big production about it and tried to make her get on that saddle. I was selfish. I couldn't have handled it. I would have peed in my pants from laughing. And no camera. She was thankful. You owe me one, Mom!

Today - lunch with a friend and NO housework done. I'm so far behind. I need to try to get some things done now. Husband commented on it. Ugh. The thing is - he's right. If he wasn't, I'd call him on it. But he's right. I was lazy this afternoon. That means - I'm outta here. I hope I didn't bore you too much.

Oh yes, one more thing. Thing 1 put a popcorn kernel up his nose this afternoon. He told me he had something in there and I wrongly assumed it was just a big boog. I nearly killed him when I pulled it out and saw what it was. That boy.

I meant two things. Thing 2 took a big poo on the kitchen floor last night. He had pulled all of his clothes off and was running around nakey. I was laughing and thinking he was so cute. Then "bam." A big pile on my kitchen floor. Then he tried to run his semi-truck through it. GROSS!

These kids. God bless preschoolers.

Rainbow Coaltion of Suck

Oh - you had to know that you could come here and find that I'd be very, very pissed off. I have never, I repeat *NEVER* been that mad at an episode of Survivor. Ever. Yes, I'm that vested in the show. No, it's not just the $5. I couldn't give three craps about the $5. It's the bragging rights. It's the integrity of the show. It's those skinny little waifs throwing a challenge. Oh. My. Gosh. My blood pressure is creeping up all over again. Listen here Peih-Gee and Jaime - - you are both now Co-Presidents of my Rainbow Coalition of Suck. You better watch out. My boy James is going to kick some arse. His time may be limited. (I certainly hope not and he has a miraculous come-from-behind win.) Whatever time he has, I hope he makes it miserable for you two. And Eric? You big Wuss! I don't care that you are a virgin. Bravo! Don't let that stop you from being a man. You big weenie. Those girls were laughing. Laughing during that challenge. I can't even talk about it anymore. James - you the man. Bury those nasty women.

Ugh...

My children are a blessing.

My children are a blessing.

>>Repeat over and over<<

Foot in Mouth Disease

What is the average number of times per day you stick your foot in your mouth? Me? At least twice. Sometimes more. To my knowledge I haven't done it yet today. Scary. That means I'm due. Don't call me. I don't want to offend. Apparently I'm on a roll.

Wwwwwhhhhaaaaaaattttt?????????????

But nobody told me! How did this happen? Miss Q must have had to walk the plank. Someone please say it ain't so. And to find out at Fiesta Texas in San Antonio???? Wrong, I tell you. Just wrong.

Friday's Official Survivor Post - 10/12

First and foremost - Go, James Go!

Second, Buh-bye Dave! That's what you get for trying to go all "Richard Hatch" in that challenge last week and for trying to hug James this week. Freak. I won't miss you.

I had a Pop-in Poster. Good review blog. Go check it out. Survivor Rant

That's all for now. Discuss.

My pillow smells like butt...

I went looking for my pillow tonight. I was gearing up for Thursday night television. I *have* to have my pink down blanket my down pillow with the pink pillow case, a freshly poured diet coke w/splenda and my jammies on. It's the ritual. Don't argue with the ritual. I couldn't find my pillow. Then I remembered that it was in Thing 1's room. I slept there last night. He slept in my room. (It was total fruit basket turnover around here last night.) Anyway, I retrieved my pillow and then assumed the position on the couch. All comfy and cozy, I snuggled into my pillow and -------GROSS!!!!! It totally smelled like butt. I couldn't see any poo on it. So I went straight to the source. Thing 1. He finally owned up to needing to poo really bad. (Well, that party had already started in his drawers. Probably about 30 minutes ago. While he was sitting on my pillow.) The party finished in the potty, but the damage had been done. My pillow. My poor pillow. I don't think she can make it through one more wash. This may have done her in. I'm going to wash her case and her liner and hope for the best. Wish me luck. Come on Gain. Show me what you're made of.

Well Wishes

Here's hoping that you didn't have to chase your children out of the door with the spanking spoon this morning. Perhaps letting him play the x-box while I got ready wasn't the best idea I've ever had...

Just keeping it real, folks.

The Produce Department & Conspiracy Theories

Okay, who booby-trapped the green peppers at Wal-Mart this morning? I have my own theory. I think it's the people who work the produce department. Here's why I think that.

1. My particular vegetable was on top. Clearly on top. There is no reason what-so-ever that five others should have tumbled to the ground ten seconds after I walked away. Someone with a spy camera was watching. And waiting. And I'm sure - - laughing as I scrambled to pick them up. Thing 2 shouted, "Uh-oh." It was either time-delayed to fall, spring loaded or just plain booby trapped. Something was up.

2. Previous outings where their little "sprinkler system" just happens to come on when I "go in for my perfect piece of fruit" seem just a little too coincidental. Again with the cameras.

3. I've seen those produce people - shifty looking bunch.

I'm just sayin'.

The Sleep Talker Speaks Again

This just cracks me up. It starts out as what I think is completely normal conversation. Then - - boom! Something that makes no sense at all. Hilarious! Let me set tonight's scene up for you. Husband was being good to me. We watch Desperate Housewives together and then he (sort of) handles the kids while I watch Brothers and Sisters. (So, so good tonight. That last scene. *gasp* Oh, a mother's love for her son. Awwwww......) I digress.

Anyway, there was a commercial on and I could hear Thing 2 keeping things somewhat stirred up. (They'd gone back to our bedroom and crawled in our bed to sleep.) So, I stole Thing 2 and took him to his own bed. Much to his displeasure. Divide and conquer works 9/10 times. This was one of those times it worked. Thing 1 fell asleep in our bed and I went to retrieve him to put him in his own.

As I rounded the corner to my room, I could hear Husband. He had the snoring in overdrive. I don't know how Thing 1 was still asleep. It was LOUD. I woke him up and told him I was taking Thing 1 to bed. Brief chit-chat ensued and then I threw in the whole, "Man, does your throat hurt? That was some serious snoring." That's when he said, "Yeah, I can usually tell when I've been snoring when I wake up. I'm pointed in the..." And then he stopped. I could tell he was asleep and I tried to bait him. It didn't work. Back out like a light. Dang it. I tried to have some fun with it. I love to engage the sleeping talker.

Oh well, maybe next time. He's just hard to catch.

Something that does not make me happy

I know that beggars can't be choosers and all that crap. Yes, I'm glad that Thing 1 is using the potty. I prefer that he sits down. Apparently the other 'fellas a school stand. And now he does, too. Attention Thing 1 - LIFT THE LID!!! Your aim is not so good. If I sit on one more wet toilet seat, I might just lose it.

I'm just sayin'.

Okay - lots to say.

I'll just say this - coming off of Afrin is the pits. (Might explain my low tolerance of all things irritating!) It's been a rough 24 hours, but I think I did it. Again. I'm sure my sinuses look like raw hamburger meat. But breathing - I can do. I'm thinking this is why I haven't been able to improve as quickly as I would have liked:

Pollen Count
October 05, 2007
Mold High - 9217 (This is down quite a bit. It was over 11,000 the other day.)
Cedar High - 2834
Ragweed High - 770
Carelessweed High - 90
Grass High - 306

And I'm doing better than Husband. He's miserable. We are ready for that freeze.

Now - are you ready for the BIG news? It's big. For us. All 29 feet and 11 inches of it. That's right baby. Our new camping trailer. The 'rents are buying a house in New Mexico and won't be doing that kind of camping anymore. So for sale - one camper. In comes us. Sold! Dad brought it over the other night to let us look it over to make sure. The boys examined it from top to bottom and declared it "cool." I would imagine that this will open up a whole new blogging world for me. The tales of camping with Husband, Thing 1 and Thing 2. Fishing, peeing on trees - - the opportunities are endless. Actually I'm quite excited. I think we are about to have all kinds of fun. This is my thing. I would have loved this kind of opportunity as a kid. Yay us.

Tomorrow - Disney on Ice. Front row, center! I am really excited about this. I'm not taking the boys. Husband and I agreed that if it was Star Wars on Ice, they'd be into it. But the Princesses? No. Thing 1 would be begging to go home after about 5 minutes. I'm going with the girlies. Well, two of the girlies, on little girly and a little boy that DIGS the princesses. I'm about to go and charge both batteries on the camera and make sure I have my mega lens ready. I hope to get some great pics!

Hmmm - - anything else? Oh, one more thing. Husband brought home some Alaskan King Crab for dinner tonight. A guy from work gave him some that he bought and had overnighted in today. I'd never had it before. Oh my! Yummers!!!

Finally, have you listened to Rascal Flatts new cd yet?

Happy Post

Just a little encouragement for my boy, James. Good luck Gravedigger. Bury them!!!

Unhappy People - You may please leave.

Okay, who knows me? I think if you are frequenting my cyber space here, you know me. Now, I've heard of a few that have "passed the word along" and now I'm being stalked by some unknowns. Totally okay. They seem to remain silent and word hasn't gotten back to me that the stalkers are causing any trouble, so, no harm - no foul.

Back to those that know me. I like to have fun. That's spelled F-U-N. You should get that by now. If you don't get that kind of fun, my kind of fun, leave me alone. Kind of like that cute little red "x" in the corner of your screen. Do that. Make yourself scarce from me. Do not, I repeat, do NOT tell me how to live my life. And especially do not do it in front of other people. I was joking around with you. That is spelled J-O-K-I-N-G. You don't get that either.

Time and time again I have tried. Only to be disappointed over and over. I get it. Our humor is not the same. I'm obviously too vulgar for you. (Again, for those that know me. You are going - - "Vulgar? Oh, maybe a little off color sometimes, but vulgar? Vulgar is 'ole so-and-so...") And I know you think of me that way. So, the jokes are over with you. I won't even do it to push your buttons to try and squeeze a laugh out of you. Not even to try to annoy you. From this day forward, I will just be a boring existence you have to see occasionally. I will be nice, 'cause that's how my Mom raised me.

However - - let it be known. Two strikes. I have been biting my tongue when I've been attacked by your choice phrase. That ends. The next time - I say something. Just so you know.

Dear McDonalds,

When you asked me today (via the drive-thru speaker) if my happy meals were for a boy or a girl, was that just for giggles? Were you listening to my answer? I clearly said boys. My little boys *did not* appreciate the dolls in their bags. At all.

Secondly, would it break the bank for you to stick a napkin in each bag? Just one would be nice.

Finally, why must I ask *every* time for a straw? Is this not a part of your routine? You always tell me it's in the bag and it's never in there. I learned that one the hard way a long time ago. Now I ask first, your employees give me an annoyed look, tell me it's in the bag, I look, tell them it's not, then they rudely grab a couple of them and hand them to me.

Kudos to your marketing people. Your "M" is beyond recognizable and demanded by those I have in tow. Now, a little service, please.