Rainy season

I have been busy. Steve was off from 5 o'clock Thursday until this morning. I found that it takes less than 48 hours for him to get on my nerves, and by hour 49 we are ready to kill each other.
At the end of June he will be off for like 20 days, someone my not make it out alive!

Last Thursday was pre school graduation, so Colton and I went to Cam's class for that. The kids get to go up and get their cap and tell the class what they want to be when they grow up. One little girl is set on being a pony when she grows up, and Cam wants to be a judge. I am not even sure if he knows what a judge is, but that is what he wants to be. Friday his class went to Burger King for their last meal together, Colton and I went with them. So Cam is all done with school and all set to go off to Kindergarten next year.

D has until Friday, but I am wondering why I am even sending him this week. Today they are having a field trip, tomorrow is track day, me and the boys will go to the stadium for that, they have it at the high school I graduated from. Then Thursday the entire school is going to see a movie, then Friday is half a day and they are doing awards. It is crazy really. I will be glad when they are both home with me. This morning D looks sad going to the play ground all by himself, it broke my heart!

So I have another busy week around here. Today we have pre school screening for Colton, tomorrow we will be at track all day, and Friday we will be at awards day, but shortly after that I hope to get back to my regular posts.

The morning after

David woke up the day after his bike wreck, and he was all upset. I thought his eye was hurting so I gave him some children's motrin and an ice pack. He sat on the couch for awhile, got up and went in the bathroom, and came out all upset.
"Mom it still looks ugly."
"Well honey it will for awhile."
"but mom no one will play with me now."
"Honey, everyone will still play with you I promise."
"Yeah but the girls won't like me anymore."
"Why do you say that? They will like you just fine."
"No they won't they will think I'm ugly now."

I assured him that they would not think that he was ugly, but he didn't believe me. He decided to test the waters on his own. He put his clothes on, tucked in his shirt and everything, combed his hair, and off he went to play with the little girl across the street. He came in a little bit later and told me "You were right mom she still likes me."

He was still a little unsure of how school would go though, but he went anyway. At lunch time I went to check on him and there he was sitting at a table with a bunch of girls and they were all trying to help him and he was grinning from ear to ear! I think the idea of ever wearing a helmet just flew out the window, cause battle wounds are a sure fired way to get the attention of all the young ladies, and D has always like the attention from the girls!

more tag

Jenny aksed for this one.

1. Total number of film you own: way to many to count.

2. Last file you bought: Finding Neverland

3. The last film you watched: Star Wars Trilogy, and the boys loved it!

4. 5 films that you watch a lot or that mean a lot to you: We watch a lot of kid shows, and Jurasic Park all 3 of those movies, they don't mean much to me, but the boys love them.

5. I won't be tagging anyone. I think everyone has done this already.

AGGGGH!

David's injury was from a bike wreck! The minute you turn your head they take the helmets off, and the first thing I told him was it wouldn't have been so bad if you had a helmet on! Today he is out riding his bike, without the helmet! I give up!

I don't know what is up with my template? The place I host all my stuff for it has been down, so none of the template stuff would load, and then the page stopped loading. So after 3 phone calls and about 5 emails I set out to fix it last night, got frustrated because I couldn't get it to load either, and changed it back to the original. I back it all up so I can mess with it when I have some more time.

David yesterday 

David today 

Quiet is deafening

I am sitting here completely alone. I have 2 hours of by myself time today, and have no clue what I am going to do with them. This doesn't happen very often. Yesterday mom came to town and she kidnapped my baby! Well I guess it's hard to call it kidnapping when he just gets in her car and refuses to get out! Actually when she was heading home yesterday, he looked at her very sadly and said, "I have to go home now granny." I said something like "Well if you go home with granny you would miss me to much." to which he replies, "I'll be fine, really I will mom." and he proceeded to get in her car and he was happy! He would leave me for her, and be fine with it! I think he enjoys being the center of mom and dad's world when he is there. He gets all the attention and doesn't have to share with 2 brothers. Mom said he has already kept them laughing since they got home, but I miss him. He will come home tomorrow because grandpa is working nights and has to sleep in the day.

I get it now!

For the last few months everytime I turn on the TV I have been hearing these commercials, "It's all about the O." I guess I don't pay enough attention, because the O they were talking about and the O I thought they were taking about are 2 entirely different O's. I actually thought it was some product for women that helped them achieve an orgasm, and not needing such a product I just didn't give it all that much thought.

Well last night I was clicking through channels and there it was again. The lady says "It's all about the O." in this sexy kinda way. Then up pop's the text and I get it now it's a commercial for overstock.com. O can mean so many things!

Basketball

I was never into playing sports when I was growing up, well that isn't really true I was a swimmer for quite some time, but by junior high swimming just wasn't cool, and god forbid I do something that wasn't cool. At that age the only sport, if you can call it a sport, we played was hackey sack. Now raising 3 boys that is all we ever do sports, sports and more sports, and I love it!

Today at the school we had the end of year BBQ, they have to do it now because the last 2 weeks of school are jammed packed with stuff going on. Me and the younger 2 were of course late getting there so we missed the burgers, but we got to go outside and play with the kids, which was much more fun anyway. The D man decided we would play basketball. I think that a lot of parents are still in the being "cool" stage of life, because there were all these parents standing around watching their kids play. I have never been a stand around and watch kind of parents. I enjoy playing with my kids and I don't really care who sees me or how stupid I look it's all about fun and before I know it they will be all grown up and won't want to play with me anymore. I am glad I won't be one of those parent that looks back on life and thinks "I should have played with my kids more."

The force failed me

Last night they has the animated Star Wars on cartoon network, well we never just watch TV in our house, no we have to actively participate. I was minding my own business walking into the living room from the kitchen, when D jumped out at me, he drew his lightsaber, and in such an ambush situtation I had no choice but to draw mine. The battle was intense as we were fairly evenly matched in our skills, or at least I thought we were. I leapt backwards, landing on an upside down dog dish, twisting my ankle, and D chopped off my head while I was withering on the ground!

I woke up today with my whole foot swollen to a strut, but I learned to always look behind you before you leap, because no matter how strong the force is the dog is always more cunning and will help any child defeat you! I also discovered that my kids have never seen the original Star Wars, sure they have seen Empire Strikes back on cable, but what kind of mother would I be if they never saw Star Wars the place where it all started. I thought to myself "self your a bad mom", and not wanting to be a bad mom I was forced to actually join blockbuster online. I queued up Star Wars the whole freaking trilogy, ET because they have never seen that either, and a butt load of other movies that I have not seen in years. Hopefully I remember to send them back, I have a real problem with remember to do things.

You take my steak and I might bite you too.

I am watching animal planet's Animal Cops. I shouldn't watch it cause it just pisses me off really. How can someone let a rusty metal chain embed into the neck of a dog? Not to meantion the fact that he was half starved to death. I think we should take the owner and do the same things to it them. The dog in question is a sweet dog, but he is scared of other dog's and he gets pissed off when you try to take his food away. Hell I have never been starved in my entire life, but if you reached over and tried to take my dinner you may pull back a bloody stump! The ASPCA ended up putting this dog to sleep, because they felt he was just to aggressive to be put into a home. Wouldn't it be nice if we could put the owner to sleep for being as asshole. One thing I have learned in life is that any man who will beat his dog will beat his wife, his kids, and pretty much anyone else he feels gets in his way. You can learn a lot about a person by the way they treat their animals. I am not saying everyone should treat them the way I do, my 3 dogs are my other kids really. They sleep in my bed, they rule the house, they are spoiled rotten. I just think if you're going to take on the responsibility of having a dog you need care for it, and if you don't want to do that then just don't get one it's that simple!

This and That

Savannah isn't doing well.

Got an email from Angi last night and things are on a down hill slide. This is what she said: "I'm asking you all to pray for us all, but especially for Renee and Stan. They are as low as they can possibly go. Fact is, Vann isn't near as strong now as she was when she got the original transplant, she is a lot weaker physically,and even more weaker mentally. As we all are."
So please if you would keep them all in your thoughts right now. They can't even get Savannah on the transplant list until they find out if Medicare will pay for it or not. I had a whole post about this, but it just made me sadder and I scrapped it.

Moving on to happier new:

There are only 10 school days left for Cameron before summer break and only 14 school days left for David. I am so excited that it is almost summer break and they can just hang out at home with me all summer.

Stupid things I have done lately:

I cleaned off my desk yesterday and threw D's homework away. I also found a stack of envelopes, they are addressed and stamped and everything, that I forgot to send at Christmas. Paula your hockey picture and the boys school pictures are on the way, unless I forget again!

Projects in the works:
We are going to get new siding and windows this summer. The siding is actually falling off the house so we have no choice. I am excited about not living in the "big, ugly, yellow house." I am not excited about all the work it is going to take to get it done. We can hire someone to do it for us for about 10 grand or more. We can do it ourselves for half that or less. It's hell living on a budget. So needless to say we won't be getting the basement finished as I had hoped anytime soon.

Men can't shop

In a moment of stupidity on my part we actually went to walmart last Saturday. Now I can take 3 small children, and a husband to walmart and be in and out in less than an hour and get everything from shampoo and dog food to milk and bread and everything inbetween. Yes I know I work miracles, but that's another topic. I hate shopping, for groceries, clothes, gifts, if it involves actually going into a store I just don't enjoy it.

My boys know that once we get into the store we will be "power shopping" like power walking with a cart, and there will be no horsing around or mom is going to be bitchy the rest of the day, maybe for 2. So everything is going well, we are knocking little old ladies out of the way to get our wares as quickly as we can. We get pharmacy stuff, grab the toothpaste, get all the stuff we need on that side of the store, we making good time, I'm yelling off items boys are grabbing them and placing them in the basket.

and then we get to the food section. There is a man shopping alone, perhaps he got my female shopping gene, the one that I missed somehow but there seemed to be a lot of joy coming from him about the whole experience, he is freaking taking his sweetass time picking out a gallon of milk, for crying out loud dude it's milk grab one and go. From then on out he made it his goal to place his cart in front of me in every isle. I swear he ran from one place to the next just to get in my way and lollygag in front of me. After a few near death experiences, and the fact that I finally stated very loudly just how stupid people who park their basket in the middle of the isle and take 20 minutes to pick out toilet paper were in my opinion, he finally started moving his cart to the side of the lane and placed his body in front of my basket instead, it took all my strength not to run him down, and really I probably should have any man that gets that much pleasure out of shopping for food should be put out of his misery!

needless to say Colton's new favorite word this week is jackass. I wonder where he got that from?

Rage

We have issues at our house, and I may run away before it all gets settled. Cam is the typical middle child as long as he is getting all the attention he thinks he needs, which is pretty much all the attention I have to give, he is the most loving, caring, helpful child in the world. You turn you back on him for 2 minutes and he turns into a monster. Him and D have been going rounds lately. D doesn't like hurting his little brothers, and by no means am I implying that he doesn't antagonize them he does, but he doesn't get physical with them. Cameron believes that the best thing to do when you piss him off is to knock the shit out of you, especially if your his big brother. Here lately every time David upsets Cam's world Cam attacks him. Cam flies at D like a lion going in for the kill, claws protuding, fangs showing, and out for blood. He bits, kicks, punches, digs his fingernails as deep as he can into flesh. David has been lucky so far and has managed to escape with a black eye, scratch marks, teeth marks, just superficial wounds really. I just don't know what to do with them anymore. I am thinking about taking up drinking though, at least it will be easier to tune them out in a constant state of inebriation.

My Mother's Day

Friday when I picked Cam up from school he was being very sneaky when he approached the van, hiding something behind his back. I, being a good mom and knowing they would be bringing home stuff for mother's day they made at school, didn't question him. When we got home he told me, "Just go on in mom, I'll be there in a minute." And that is what I did. He came in headed out the back door, and about 15 minutes later he came in still hiding something behind his back.

"When is Mother's Day mom?"
"It's Sunday baby."
"Well I can't wait until Sunday." He says as he hands me his little cup of marigolds.
"I planted them myself for your mother's day present!" he says.
I grabbed him up and squeezed him as hard as I could without breaking him.
"Thanks Cam, they are beautiful. I just love you so much!"
"I love you, mom." He squeezed back as hard as he could.

That night David found out that Cam had already given me my mother's day stuff and he throws his backpack at me and says, "I have homework mom, you better look" with a sly little smile.

He gave me a card that was shaped like a tea up and inside there was a little green tea bag. He takes the backpack from me and begins rummaging through it, pulling out a green sheet of construction paper he hands it to me and starts to explain the drawing.

"It's you castle mom, and you're the Queen and I am your shiny Knight just like in our stories." I wanted to bawl at that point. You see ever since he could talk we have had a ritual of telling this story at bed time. I usually start if off
"Once upon a time there was a beautiful castle"
And then the boys start adding stuff to it, but David has always made me the queen of the castle and him and his brothers the shiny knights who save the day. It has even evolved into a game that we often play, where I am the Queen and I have to send them on their quests, sometimes they slay a dragon that has been eating the villagers, sometimes they have to save me from the evil King in the next village, we never know what will happen, but my shiny knights always save the day. I will treasure that card until I die, and it will always remind me how much he loves me!

Colton was sad because he didn't get to give me anything so his brothers got some paper and pens and helped him make me a whole bunch of stuff. He made our house and an Alien and a picture of the dogs. It was just sweet that D and Cam wanted to help him do something for me too. While Cam was helping Colton, David wrote me the sweetest letter I have ever gotten it said:

Der mom well I just wanted to tel you hape muders da love David.

Today Steve took them to the store with him to get his mom something, and they come home with thick juicy rib-eyes steaks and chocolate. So I really got a whole mother's weekend not just one day! Hope everyone else had a wonderful weekend as well.

In My own mind

Well I seemed to have turned yesterdays post into a poor me post and that isn't really what I meant to do. I sometimes am my own worst critic. I have posted crap for the last few months, and not even fun crap. I wouldn't want to read half the stuff I have put up lately, so I don't expect anyone else to read it either. I seem to have lost my passion. The words just don't seem to flow and mingle together like they use to.

When I first started this it was for me. I wasn't trying to entertain anyone, I wasn't worried that people would judge me heck I didn't think anyone would really read it, much less leave me comments. I think I just got overwhelmed by the fact that people were actually reading it and somewhere I thought I had to say the things that they wanted to read, but I have no clue what they want to read. I have actually been writing in my journal again, all the stuff I should have been writing here, and I read it last night and wondered why I hadn't posted that stuff here. It is all stuff like I use to post funny things the boys do, a little look in to my world, poems, stories, rants about things, it is all the things I am passionate about, all the things this blog started off as. Hopefully I can find that here again.

A special thank you to all the people who commented in my last post I love you guys, and thank you for helping me to see what I really want to do here.

Is there anything left to say?

Today is on of those days when I thought, "I may as well just stop blogging. I can't think of anything else to say. I am just not as entertaining as I use to be, and no one really wants to here what I have to say anyway."

Maybe I am just tired or over stressed. I'll let the idea stir around in my male brain for awhile and see what I decide.

Sunday is Mother's day. Hope all you mom's have a great day!

Oh god I have a man brain!

Well there it is out in the open. I have a man brain, how I got it I will never know, but I can tell you the rest of me is all girl I'd post pictures, but this is a family blog, so you will just have to take my word for it that I have an inny and not an outy!

Your Brain is 40.00% Female, 60.00% Male

You have a total boy brain Logical and detailed, you tend to look at the facts And while your emotions do sway you sometimes... You never like to get feelings too involved

What Gender Is Your Brain?

A trip to the Mall

I seldom set foot in the mall, my shopping experiences are limited to the once every 2 week trip to Wal-Mart because I can get everything I need all at once and I don't have to go to 3 different places to do it. I hate shopping, even at Christmas I try to do most of my shopping online so I don't have to actually go into a store! Ok now I am just paddling backward there, on to the point of this little post, and I may have one you will just have to read on and find out for yourself.

Colton likes to go to the food court in the mall and get his favorite pizza, so we picked up Cam from school and headed up there to get some lunch for them. We get Colton's pizza, then get Cam some sesame chicken and find a table. There was a young girl sitting next to us, maybe 16 and she had this little girl with her that was about 3. I assumed that this beautiful little child was her baby sister, and then to my shock and dismay I hear the little one say "mommy where's grandma?" the other child says to the little girl "she will be back in a few minutes to take you home. Mommy has to go back to school." My first thought was why didn't the "grandma" teach this child about birth control, but soon I would have the answer to that question. "Grandma" showed up, and grandma isn't really the word I would choose to describe this woman. She was maybe 32 and I am giving her a few years on that, she was dressed like, well pretty much like a hooker, short skirt, half a shirt, you know the kind of woman that "I am easy" just oozes out of every pore, that was "grandma".

I quickly understood why this little girl had a little girl, she didn't know any better. She didn't have a strong mother influence in her life, now I am not saying that good girls with good morals and values don't sometime find themselves in trouble because some boy coaxed them into the back seat with words like "If you love me you'll do it." and "I just love you so much..." We have all heard those lines, and youth is a great excuse. I am simply telling you what I saw and my opinion of what I saw. I have to wonder if the circle will continue once this baby reaches her teen years, or if maybe just maybe this young mother will teach her daughter about things like condoms and birth control and stop the cycle. Girls need to be empowered with knowledge, it is their body, they will have to bare the burden when when the father decided that he wants to still be a kid and not take on the responsibility of a child. I hope this young mother teaches her daughter about self respect, and she can say no, and that even if she chooses not to say no that is ok too as long as she opts for some birth control. I hope that she teacher her that being a mom at 14 isn't fun, and you miss out on being a kid, and I hope she tells her about STD's, and that no matter how much you think that you love someone at 14, by the time your 16 someone better will come along and by the time your 20 you will have totally forgotten about that little kid crush you had when you were 14 because you found someone you honestly love. I hope she teaches her that she can go to college, and she can be whatever she wants to be in life, and I hope she teaches her that there is no man in the world that can make her happy only she can make herself happy.

I in turn will try to teach my boys that once you choose to have sex you take on great responsibilities, if you happen to knock some girl up you will be held responsible for that child and being a father at the age of 16 pretty much dashes all your dreams of accomplishing all the great things you want to accomplish. I will teach them about condoms, and STD's, and self respect, and how to respect women, and how no means no. I will teach them that love and sex are to very different things. I will do my best to make sure that it isn't one of my boys coaxing your daughters into the back seats of cars and getting them knocked up. I am not so naive to think that my boys won't be out there trying to get a little, what teenage boy isn't, but they will know what condoms are, and they will know how to respect your daughters, and if you teach your daughters the same they will be all the more prepared.

I've been tagged!

The object of this exercise is simple. Pick five from the list and complete the phrase. Feel free to add additional occupations after you've done yours. Pass it on to others. Silly? Yeah. Fun? Of course! Thanks Dawn.

The List

If I could be a scientist
If I could be a farmer
If I could be a musician
If I could be a doctor
If I could be a painter
If I could be a gardener
If I could be a missionary
If I could be a chef
If I could be an architect
If I could be a linguist
If I could be a librarian
If I could be an athlete
If I could be a lawyer
If I could be an innkeeper
If I could be a professor
If I could be a writer
If I could be a llama-rider(by Ogre)
If I could be a bonnie pirate(By Teach)
If I could be a servicemember(By Jeremy)
If I could be a business owner(By Blue 944)
If I could be an actor(By Blue 944)
If I could be an agent(By KelBel)
If I could be video game designer(By KelBel)
If I could be a comic book artist(By Stoli)
If I could be a hooker(By Pollo Loco)
If I could be a crack addict(by Elizabeth)
If I could be a porn star(by Elizabeth)
If I could be a mime(by Garrison)
If I could be a domestic engineer(by Rick)
If I could be a chimney sweep(by laine)
If I could be a masseuse(by laine)
If I could be a taxi driver(by Brian)
If I could be a priest(by Brian)
If I could be the Sherrif Of Nottingham(Karen)
If I could be a dancer(Karen)
If I could be Santa Claus(Karen)
If I could be on a reality TV show(Dawn)
If I could be a magician(Dawn)

1. If I could be a magician I would make time stop for 15 minutes ever night so I could just sit and watch my kids sleep.

2. If I could be a porn star I wouldn't need to get implants.

3. If I could be a hooker I would be broke, because I am way to good for you to afford!

4. If I could be a psychologist I would put a lot of research into the whole ADD/ADHD debate and instead of trying to label these people in a geniric way I would work to find out what is really going on.

5. If I could be an actor I would want to do love sceens with Johnny Depp and Viggo Mortensen.

Ok now I have to tag 3 people. Walking around Jack, because he needs something to do. Tricia because maybe this will give her something to post and I can quit thinking about her abnormal body parts, and JP because the last one of these things I had to do was his fault.

The things I have learned

Men spend the first half of their lives telling us women they love us just so they can get in our pants, the 2nd half of their lives they tell us they love us because they don't want in our pants as much but they want to keep us around in case the need arises.

Children will wear you out.

It always seem like the grass is greener on the other side, even to the people on the other side.

Bra's were invented by men, no woman would invent a torture device and then expect all her friends to wear one too! and once you have one that fits perfect and it finally loose any abititly to actually hold the girls up, you will never find one that fits you like that one did again!

It can be beautiful outside, sunshine coming through the cloud, and it can still snow.

It is always good to flirt and be flirted with even if you have no intention of doing anything more than flirting. It makes you feel young.

I am scared of our mailman, he reminds me of Charles Manson. So when we don't get mail or we get the wrong mail I am always really nice about it, but I don't let the boys outside alone when he is coming down the street!

Everyone else sees you differently than you see yourself.

People that read my blog tend to know me better than people who don't and have know me for years.

I would love to be independent, but I lack the skills to take care of myself.

Just when you think everything is going wrong and there is nothing to smile about your kids will do something that makes you laugh until your sides hurt.

You can love someone one minute, hate them 2 minutes later, and love them again in ten minutes.

Sleeplessness tends to make me a little cranky after awhile.