Wednesday, November 26, 2008


I have a friend who actually enjoys being put into a Dr's exam room and left alone for what seems like forever. She says she "enjoys the quietness". Her life is pretty hectic, so I'll give her that. I on the other hand am not sure I should be left alone with my thoughts!

After the words "Have a seat, the Dr. will be in shortly," I make myself comfortable then go for the fingernails and give myself a quick manicure realizing that my hands are really wrinkly for my age and that I really need some lotion. Then my eyes start to wander around the room reading all the signs (2 or 3 times) that are posted along the walls with tacky thumbnails:

'Starting September 30th, we will see you TOMORROW!' "Ummm.. am I going to be in here waiting until tomorrow?" I chuckle because I do often crack myself up.

'You have the right to an interpreter at no cost to you! Please point to your language below:'
I wonder if they have a bunch of interpreter's hanging out in a closet waiting (like me)? "Ok, Asian speaking man, it's your turn in room 311. Portugal speaking woman, please stop picking on German speaking man. You'll have a turn soon." Of course I chuckle again.

'Gardasil! Available! Ask Me!' So I did, I asked the sign and got no response. Total rudeness.

Then my eyes dart to these florescent rectangle shaped stickers on some of the equipment. "3pm Exempt". So.. are these not 1pm, 2pm, 4pm & 5pm exempt? It's almost 5pm here, what are we going to do??! Thank goodness I'm only here for a consultation, I guess we'll worry about the equipment exemption at another visit. Wait.. it's almost 5pm?? The office closes at 5pm! What if... then I hear some of the nurses in the hallway... "Goodnight, see you tomorrow.. yeah, you too." Then another, "Goodnight, see ya." Oh holy hell! I've been forgotten! I'm going to be stuck in this exam room over night! I guess I could sleep on the exam table, wait.. what? I'm not sleeping here! Cough, Jackie, cough really loud, make sure they hear you. "*cough* *cough* *cough*!!" Silence. That's not going to work. Open the door, yell for help, maybe they'll still hear you! My eyes notice the stupid beach clock (Really, a beach clock? So doesn't go with the decor) that ticks way too loud. It's 10mins past 5! You've got to get the hell outta here Jackie! My foot starts tapping because my crazy-ness is starting to get the best of me. My calmness is lazily thinking "oh get a grip, they're not going to forget about you. Why did you stop running by the way? You were doing so good and then just stopped. You kicked ass in that 5k race and then just stopped. Why can't you stick with something? Remember how good you felt? You really should start running again, yeah you better start tomorrow." The crazy side speaks up "Yes! Start running again, start RIGHT NOW! Run out the door damnit, they've forgotten you!"

Just as I started to fake stretch so I could reach for the door to give a little peek, the Dr. came in. "I"m so sorry you've had to wait so long. The other Dr. had an emergency C-section so I got all his clients, I really am sorry."

"No problem doc, I enjoy the quietness." ;0)

Monday, November 24, 2008

The new Crack: Screen Sucking!

As defined in the Urban Dictionay:

1. screen sucking

wasting time online long after you have finished what you signed on to do.
i'd be done with that job if i hadn't got caught up screen sucking.

2.screen sucking

To browse the internet for hours without purpose, as if in a trance.
"I can't believe that I spent the entire night screen sucking."

I have most definitely become a victim of this! Unfortunately our insurance doesn't cover rehab or any other type of help for it. I'm on my own with this one. It's already consumed the hubby. It got a hold of him by way of World of Warcraft. Beware!! Ladies keep your husbands far, far away!

The laptop is the most dangerous form of paraphernalia when it comes to Screen Sucking. It will lay there all innocent looking when in reality it is sending out vibes.. "Come touch me, see who has posted about this or that... you know you want to. I know it's only been a couple of minutes since you last checked your email but what if..." Oh, it gets bad. Really, really bad. Sometimes I will be on my way to the laundry room and will mysteriously find myself on the laptop. "How the hell did I get here?" There have been times when I've moved the laptop to another room so I won't see it but somehow the darn thing always ends up on top of my lap! I'll wander around the house aimlessly trying to stay productive but can't seem to do a damn thing without checking with the laptop first. "Oh wait let me check on this" Or "Just a minute, I'll look that up"
Then there's the recheck of everything before you shut down for the night. "better check that site one more time, oh wait what if someone responded on that site, oh yeah, I forgot about my clever comment over there.. better check that again".

It's almost scary how much time is lost in front of a screen. It doesn't just have to be a computer screen. The TV will suck on ya for a good time too! The TV is actually more tricky because it has so many damn channels of nothing that will just suck away if you let it.

Hmmmm... a crazy and almost pornographic thought just popped into my head... what if TV's and Computer's did suck, literally?

I'll leave that one alone.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Doozie of a Day.. Mystery Solved!

Today was, and still possibly is, a Doozie of Day! What's so Doozie about it?
Let's start with my darling daughter's Dr. Appt that was in the wee hours of 830am. We arrived early this morning which is guaranteed to be the last time that ever happens. Not because I didn't enjoy watching all the snotty kids running around but because I'm just not a person who is early, no matter how hard I try or don't try. It just rarely happens.

Emma Anne decided she was going to drink all her OJ right before they called us in. I was just glad she was drinking something. My wonderful daughter HATES when they try to weigh her so I told the nurse, upon arrival to the scale, that we would have to weigh her and I together then just me. I don't like being weighed either but for some reason they can't find the rat's ass that they could give when I throw a screaming fit about it. As soon as the nurse took Emma Anne away from me she got upset and that caused her to have a coughing fit which caused her to cover me and herself in OJ puke. Just when we thought she was done, she went for round 2! The nurse and I were frantically moving around trying to catch and move out of the way of the spray and then time just stood still when she said "I sorry". It was so pitiful your could hear everyone's heartstrings pulling tight. At that point Emma Anne could have told the nurses and everyone else who passed her to "F*ck off" and they would have thought it was the cutest thing! Once time started up again we were rushed into a room that had a broken light so we were then rushed again into another room. All the while I'm thinking "this is going to be a doozie of day!"

The nurses were absolutely wonderful and helped me clean her up and got her a little patient gown because I did not bring a change of clothes (you never need them until you forget them!).

One even offered to let me use her coat to go home in so I could take off my top shirt. I declined and told her how much I appreciated it but I wasn't worried about myself. Things started to look up until the Dr. decided she would like Emma Anne to get a chest Xray done. "Are you serious? Do you not remember seeing all the puke all over the hallway? Here, look at my shirt, maybe that will remind you of the trauma and now you want to add more?" was what I was thinking but instead said, "ok, sure! Whatever you think Doc." The techs were amazingly quick and it wasn't that bad. There were some tears but we were back in our room in what seemed like 5mins. The cool thing about our technology these days is that the Dr. was able to pull up the Xrays on the computer in our room and I was able to look at them with her. She diagnosed Sassy Pants (actually OJ stained Pants) with Bronchitis and gave me a prescription for Antibiotics. We then were free to leave.. finally!

Things went smoothly from then until I realized that upon SOLVING THE MYSTERY of the Garage Critter I also caused myself some major freaking out-ness!

This morning, as we were driving down our street, I was shocked to see a pretty big Raccoon in the front yard of the house on the corner. Bingo! There's our Troll! "But what is he doing out during the day and why isn't he running off as I pull up to get a closer look?" thought I. He actually acted like a drunk Raccoon who had called a cab as he staggered up to the car. I pulled up away from it because I didn't want him/her to go under the car while I froze wondering if I was going to run it over or not. It then walked across the street in an obvious dazed, confused way. Definitely discombobulated. I figured he had ate some poison or something but knew not what I could do for it. Plus, I had to hurry up and get to the doctors office so I could get puked on, remember?

Well I was pretty content with my Garage Critter Mystery being solved until it was brought to my attention that the drunk raccoon was actually acting the way a rabid raccoon would act. Great! Now I have rabies!! Because I had picked up the plate and put it in our dishwaser after it had been licked by the rabid beast!

Here is how the rest of the story goes as being told to my friends in my BabyCenter Mommy Group:

Ok... *taking a deep breath... and .... exhale*

I just got off the phone with Animal Control and Poison Control.

The internet will scare the freckles off your face man! Mine are still clinging to the walls shivering with fear!! I just about had my whole family including the dog (cats never go outside) loaded up and on our way to the ER!

Damnit man!

Poison Control assured me that I would need to have been biten or scratched by the rabid animal and that (after my millions of questions) the rabies would not still be living on the plate 12-13hrs after the animal had licked it. And since I have washed the plate (on it's 2nd cycle now) in a newer dishwasher (they tend to get hotter) that the plate should be fine, but I might want to tell my boss what all went on with the plate. That way she can decide if she wants to keep it or toss it. Not because it could possibly have rabies but just for the heebie jeebie factor. Thankfully I got a person who could totally relate to me.

Here is my conversation with the Animal Control:

AC (animal control): "Waco Police Station..."

Me (Jackie): Er.. uh.. I was calling Animal Control? ( I got nervous because a policeman answered!)

AC: Yes Ma'am how can I help you?

Me: Are you animal Control?

AC: Yes Ma'am how can I help you?

Me: Well you see I have this plate.. (just joking).

Well you see, this morning I saw a Raccoon who at the time I thought might have gotten into some poison because he was acting like he was drunk and was out during the day. But now that I have shared my story with other people they are pretty sure it's a rabid raccoon and he's in our neighborhood!

AC: (silence)........Do you know where the animal is now, ma'am?

Me: No, it was 8am this morning when I saw him.(opposed to 8pm this morning)

AC: Ok, let me get your info and we'll have someone check it out as soon as possible.

I figured that will work for now and of course if I see Rabi (that's what I'm calling the raccoon now, although I should have not named him because that causes an attachment which will cause me to be sad if I see him dead.. I'll just have to remember he almost gave me rabies!!) him again I'll call AC again.

I am now finishing off this Doozie of Day with a glass of wine, so who knows what's going to happen next!

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

What Lies Beneath....

First let's start this off by saying my not so favorite relative, Aunt Flo, finally made her monthly visit. You can always count on her to piss ya off, she's either too early or late and often has too much baggage.

Now on to the possible critter!

My gorgeous doberman, Sebastian, has been on the hunt for months now. He's been after some kind of critter/creature and it's been driving us all crazy. It digs so he digs."It" digs along the edge of the house and obviously lives beneath us. Both the hubby and I have witnessed a HUGE lizard running around the yard so we thought maybe it was that. One day we woke up to find strange little holes, about the size of golf balls, all over our front yard. It looked like someone had come and aerated our yard during the night. Mysterious, very mysterious. The most recent mystery has really made me wonder, What lies Beneath us?

It was a cold, dark night and I was really tired and cranky. As I was taking my vitamins I noticed that my darling husband had left my bday cake out on the counter. I reached for the tinfoil covered plate and to my surprise the cake was being mauled by little black ants. Actually it wasn't to my surprise because I have been fighting those stupid little black ants for what seems forever now. Despite all my efforts they keep coming back! I had no desire to deal with them that cold, dark night so I took the plate and put it in my weeding bucket out in the garage. I then took my cranky ass to bed. A couple of days had passed, I totally forgot about it of course until last night... dum dum dum dummmmmmmmm.

I went to shut the garage door when I noticed that the said plate had been taken out of the bucket and placed on the ground. The tin foil had been spread open and the plate looked to be clean. The rest of the cake was nowhere to be seen. I stood in shock for a couple of seconds then hurried up and shut the garage door and went back in the house. I was scared to know what might have been hiding out in the shadows watching me. The first thing that came to my mind was the troll from the 80's movie Cat's Eye with Drew Barrymore:


Of course I thought about a dog but the plate was at the bottom of the 5 gallon bucket and I can't imagine a dog would be able to get the plate out without knocking the bucket over. Here is a picture of the crime scene taken this morning:


Mysterious, very Mysterious!

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Oh the Madness!!

I have been M.I.A. in the blog world the past few days due to feeling like crap-ola and just not that bloggy. I should have started my period today, nothing yet. Normally I would love for ol' Aunt Flow to take her sweet time before paying a visit but this is getting just plain crazy! I've got people about to pull their hair out wanting to know, "is she, or isn't she?". I am wanting to pull other people's hair out because I'm so irritable that I think I may be crossing the border over to Crazy town! One minute I'm so hungry and the next I can't even stand the thought of food. Sounds pretty prego huh? Well tell that to the negative test I took yesterday.

I. Can't. Take. It. Much. Longer!

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Happy Birthday... no baby for you!

Yep, it's a nope! Or so the pee pee tests say. It was a bit confusing this morning. One test I took was negatory but I drowned the poor thing so I thought I'd try the other one. It had a very faint line. I waited around for a little bit this afternoon until I couldn't take it any longer and blew some cash on another test. That one was absolutely negative. Granted I got negative tests when I was prego with Emma Anne until days after my missed period, so I know I won't know for sure until I start my period. It is what it is for the moment.

Happy Birthday to me! I'm the ripe young age of 31 today, as of 11:01am! How this came to be so quickly, I have no idea but here I am in all my glory (and some chocolate chip cookies that my darling husband baked me!) I plan to spend this next year appreciating everything that I love and spending less times with things that I don't.


Thursday, November 13, 2008


Grew me a Mo & became a Mo Sista!(Figured if I have hairy boobies, why not??)

November is also known as Movember!

Men's health is a major issue. Did you know:

* Prostate cancer is the most common non-skin cancer in the US with one in six American men developing the disease and more than 28,000 men dying of the disease every year.
* African American men and those with a family history of prostate cancer are twice as likely to develop the disease and should have regular annual testing starting at 45. All other men should commence testing at 50.
* Prostate cancer is 90% curable if detected and treated early.

Casey and I decided to get hairy and grow a moustache for Movember.

We want to be active participants in the movement that is changing the face of men's health. We're also committed to tackling men's health issues and being proactive in the fight against prostate cancer...and we want you on our team. Our team is called MoFarers.(talk to Casey about that!)

To join our Movember team go to and follow the steps. Once registered you'll be sent all the information you need to get donations and get growing as part of my Movember team. Or you could just go to and donate too!

You will need these details to complete your online registration:

* Captain's Registration Number: 1845556
* Captain's Email Address:

The money raised by Movember is donated directly to the Prostate Cancer Foundation which will use the funds for high-impact research to find better treatments and a cure for prostate cancer.

For those that have supported Movember in previous years you can be very proud of the impact it has had and can check out the details at:
[ Fundraising Outcomes ].

More information is available at

Movember is proudly grown by Canadian Club and Philips Norelco.

Movember is proud to support the Prostate Cancer Foundation.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Holy Hairy Boobies Batman!!

Ok, so maybe I'm just not supposed to have blah (or normal) days. If you know me well enough you probably know that I cut my own hair. Yes dahlings, I can be pretty fabulous at times(wink)! I had made an appointment with myself for this evening for a trim and color. I have been needing it for awhile AND the gals from the office are taking me out to lunch tomorrow for my birthday. I know.. isn't that sweet?

Ok, so as usual I was late for the appt. "Me" was a little grumpy about "I" being late especially because "Myself" had canceled... ha ha.. that was horrible, sorry.

Seriously now (starting here!)I decided to use one of the hubby's old undershirts to wear while I trimmed my hair. I figured I could use it for coloring too because if I splattered any dye it wouldn't matter. So away I went.. snip, snip, snip. I finished up and went and grabbed the dust buster to clean up the hair on the floor. Another great vacuuming idea popped in my head and I decided I would try to vacuum the hair off the shirt.
I Need to make a side note here:
One of our cats, Mookie, HATES the Dustbuster and I believe he thinks when I'm using it that it's hurting me. One time while vacuuming in the office he went to attack it, I had no clue he was even near me, and my hand got the smack down instead of the Dustbuster! It scared the tar outta me and hurt like a biotch! So now when I use the Dustbuster I try to make sure there's no access to me, usually by closing doors.
Of course tonight I forgot and while I was trying to vacuum myself Mookie had prowled into the bathroom and was not looking friendly. (Grrrr!) I slowly put the Dustbuster down and put my hands on my head (I can't be serious folks.) I decided that I would turn the shirt inside out while I let the dye soak so I wouldn't get hair everywhere. I was pretty much covered. The plan worked really well until...
I went to get in the shower and took off the shirt and my chest was covered in hair! There was honestly a split second that I thought "Holy Shit!!!"

I now appreciate more, than I did before this incident, that I don't have Hairy Boobies!

Blah, Blog, Blah!

I have been feeling pretty... um.. blah! today. We (usually always means Emma Anne and I) went to Story Time this morning at the library and Emma Anne had a blast. It's definitely something we'll be doing more often but today it sucked everything I had to go on right outta me! Luckily Sassy Pants took a long nap and I was able to do a few things then get my lazy ass on the couch. Casey came home early and found me half on the couch and half on the floor. I just didn't care or have the energy to move. "What the hell is wrong with you?", asked my darling husband. He is so intuitive that he knew I was needing a great big chocolate chip cookie from McAllister's and quickly handed it over. That gave me just enough strength to make it thru the rest of the day. Woohoo for Chocolate Chip cookies and of course my wonderful intuitive hubby!

Tomorrow will be a much better day!

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Decades Past

In less than a week I will be 31 years of age. How the Hell did this happen?!! Seriously? The past decade is seriously like a blur to me and most of that blur is the beginning of it. I remember 20, 21 even most of 22 but what happened to the rest, I really don't remember being 26. Was I abducted? Maybe. Or it's very possible that I spent those years worrying and stressing about things that didn't matter (obviously, or I would remember them) and not spending time in the "now". In my defense I had no idea about living in the moment then. I was too caught up in my head I'm sure. I don't know if it comes with maturity or with having a child but I see things a lot differently now and try my best to live in the moment as much as I can. Emma Anne helps me to do that. I feel that I have grown so much in the past couple of years and it brings me to this question:

How is the person you are now different from the person you were a Decade ago?

10 yrs ago I was Jackie Suzann Steele and was completely full of myself. I was just about to turn 21. I had already had my fair share of alcohol by then so it wasn't that big of a deal that I was turning that age. Now I could just buy it. I was pretty stoked about going to bars and clubs. I was careless and was making horrible decisions. I was experimenting with many drugs and my priorities needed to be checked majorly! I was working as a Bartender at Marie Callender's (yes this one had a full fledge bar, weird I know.) and living with my boyfriend and his twin brother. There was no structure in my life, no goals. It was just whatever happened, happened. Unfortunately things got worse before they got better.

The person I am now is so much more responsible and more caring of other people. I have learned how important structure and scheduling is and that you need to set goals for yourself. Never stop striving to be better. The person I am now, if given the chance, would go back to the girl 10 yrs ago and would help her to better herself instead of if given the chance would go back and party my ass off. That's saying a lot for me and I'm proud of it!

Speaking of living in the moment yall must read the book A New Earth, Awakening to Your Life's Purpose by Eckhart Tolle. Oprah did a huge production about this book, so you probably already know about it. It will change your life, for the better.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Dreams & PP!

Do you believe in dreams? As in believe that they mean something? I know there are some people who right down their dreams as soon as they wake up so they won't forget and start to decipher them. I have always had the CRAZIEST most whacked out dreams and seriously wonder how I get any sleep. I think the Agent Orange that my pops was exposed to in Vietnam has somehow messed up my ability to turn off my imagination. Could be a good and bad thing. Especially when you're trying to get some sleep.

Check out the dream I had last night:

I was driving down the road with my daughter in our Tahoe. I came to a red light. It was actually the red light that I almost always have to stop at before I turn left onto Valley Mills to get to the office. So we're chillin' at the red light and all of a sudden this dude opens up the back hatch window and jumps in!! I was pushing all the lock buttons as soon as he started to open it. See Chevy thinks it's good to be able to open that hatch window with a cute little button on the remote key thing but can you shut it and lock it if you're sitting inside the car? NO! So this dude is in the back of the vehicle waving his very big gun around, I think it had a silencer on it too. Thank the lord Emma Anne disappeared from her car seat, I guess she decided that was too much for her! I started to drive really fast and crazy and told him "I'm going to get myself pulled over by a cop so you might as well shoot me if you're going to do it!" What was I thinking? "By the way, I'm a mom!!" Because you know that by saying those words "I'm a Mom" you can get out of anything, or so I like to think so. I drive like a maniac and the guy seems really nervous but hasn't said anything. Then all of a sudden we're in a REALLY bad part of town, I'm talking G-H-E-T-T-O! I think we some how drove over to Crenshaw Blvd in Los Angeles. The neighborhood I'm going thru is packed with people running aorund like chickens with their heads cut off and they're shooting at everything and everyone. "Great!" I parked the Tahoe (soo stupid) and got out. I thought I could run and lose the dude. He could have the damn car. But he follows me and then we realize that there's so many people because we're near a bus station and airport. So now I'm trying to find my car and it's like we're in a maze. The guy is just following me. I come across a crime scene where a man has just been shot and they drag his body to the side of the road and go on with their lives. The song "The Boys in the Hood are always Hard..." starts to play (I swear I'm not making this shit up) And my follower says, "it's pretty sad, huh?" I respond, "yeah, it's really sad." I told him i just wanted to find my car and go home. "I'm a mom!" He said, "I'm going to leave you alone but not until I get you out of here first, it's too dangerous!" "Wouldn't that be something, you decide to leave me alone only for me to get shot by someone else!" So we're going around in circles, actually it was more like a square and we're dodging people left and right. A plane had just landed so there was a bunch of people coming off of it. All of a sudden there was a loud explosion and we looked over to our left and a plane that had just taken off crashed into the Mountain! It was freaky to say the least! The plane was Gigantuous and instantly turned to ash. There was no way there were any survivors and I remember thinking at least it happened so fast the people probably didn't even realize it. I must have woken up shortly after that because I just remember trying to get thru more people.

Crazy huh? If I was to figure out the meaning of that dream I would come up with this:

Dude with the gun and all the shooting and violence is because I recently heard a guy on XM radio talking about that kind of stuff.

The Hatch window being open would probably be because Emma Anne pushed the button, I was talking about earlier, while we were in the store one day. I was amazed to see it worked so far from range when I noticed the window was unlocked and instantly started to wonder if someone was hiding in the Tahoe!

Um, the airplane could be from yesterday when I was driving home (we live near the airport) and a plane was landing at the same time and flew right over me. Scared the crap outta me because it was pretty low and really loud! Made me duck!

If I were to try to figure out if my dream was trying to tell me something I would think it was trying to tell me to stay the hell out of the ghetto! And to keep the damn hatch window locked!

Wondering about the PP?

PP in this post stands for Possibly Pregnant and that would be me! It's such a trip to think I may be Preggers again. I've been feeling a little nauseous the past couple of days but I can't imagine it being from that. I'd only be a week along. I actually don't think we'll get prego this time, it's our first month trying and for some reason I feel like you have to try a couple of times. Who knows why that came to be. My lovely 31st birthday is this Saturday (the 15th) so I thought it would be fun to do an early pregnancy test then. Could be a nice little birthday present! I should be starting around the 18th. We shall see!

Sunday, November 9, 2008 Grand Opening & Giftcard Giveaway!!!!!!!! Grand Opening & Giftcard Giveaway!!!!!!!!

I'm so envious of the skill to sew, especially adorable things like this talented woman produces! Check it out!


6 mins before Amazing Race!

Ok, so I have 6 Minutes (now 5) until my show comes on. What could I possibly ramble on about for 5mins? How about that spam blocker thing you have to do for just about any comment now. You know the thing that makes you type out the letters that are all wonky? "Frick a frack a wazzut" going uphill and sideways.
I wonder this.... do you try to pronounce the word? (I know some are actual words but most are just letters) Or do you just type out the letter without giving it much thought? I automatically try to pronounce the word and wonder if it were an actual word what that word might stand for. I tried earlier to not pronounce one but you know how that goes. When you try NOT to do something (2mins left) you most definitely will! It's kind of like that question: When you wipe yourself do you scrunch the toilet paper or do you fold it up?

Ok, time's up... gotta go! ( I scrunch mine up!)

How could I forget the yard vacuum??

Yesterday during my yard work adventures I had a GREAT idea! After I had mowed and perfectly edged the weeds that are pretending to be grass, I had a bunch of clippings all over the walk way and driveway. "Need a yard vacuum".. thought I. I walked into the garage to get the blower and glanced at the Shop Vac. "Hmmmm, could it work?" thought I again. It's so worth a try! I tried it out in the garage first and vacuumed up some dirt and stuff that had been tracked in and kept an eye on the exhaust blower in the back. I didn't want to be the stupid gal out in the yard sucking up grass clippings only to have them blowing out the back! Wouldn't that be a sight? My trial run worked like a charm. So I grabbed the extension cord and vacuumed my yard like it was nobody's business. It was awesome. I could do without all the bending over but I was so happy that it worked. I imagined people coming out of their houses wondering WTF I was doing. Some may think it's lazy or maybe even crazy. I think it's pretty darn clever!

Saturday, November 8, 2008


Soo, I have decided to go public with my blog. Yep, I'm coming out of the blog closet! You can totally tell I am new to all this. Could I have any more colors for my fonts? I'm stoked about the Random Cat pics (down on the left). If you actually keep up with this, it would be super cool if ya did, then you shall expect it to change often until I find the "one" =)

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...4hrs of Yard Work.

I believe that is a record for me, 4hrs of yard work. I battled Man-Eating Weeds, Ant hills that have been known to remove limbs and mounds of dry grass that will make you sneeze for days! I survived all that and even all the times I had to fix the string on the weedeater (Grrrrr!) BUT! I thought I had met my demise when I was planting some bushes and left the hose running. My shoe got stuck in the mud causing my foot to slip out and re-enter itself in the gooey, icky cold mud naked! We're talking swamp mud between the toes folks!

You're probably wondering with all that bad stuff what part was "the best of times", huh? The best of times happened after I pulled my foot out of the muck and washed it with ice cold hose water... SUCKED!... I decided to water the rose bushes in front of the Guest Bedroom. My beautiful Emma Anne must have heard me from inside and came to the window to investigate. She was so surprised to see me and started hollering "Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" She then kissed the glass for me. It was the best of my 4hr yard work times!

Friday, November 7, 2008

It's 8:00 pm on a Friday night and I'm sitting in my living room with a laptop appropriately placed (top of my lap) and now I'm blogging. I must be a mom! I am and I love it. This is what I want to do always, no not blogging on a Friday night, be a mom. I love everything about it. This afternoon I was taking a shower and all of a sudden I heard a loud bonk so I looked over to see Mater's face (ToMater from that Car cartoon) coming into the bathroom at full speed.
(If you were to look up Tomater in the Urban dictionary you would get this:


To take a box of tissues and hit someone over the head with it, usually after doing this, the aggressor yells out something to the effect of "I tomatered you bitch!")

I need to remember that one!

Anyway.. My wonderful little girl decided she was going to push her Tomater ride on/push toy into the bathroom along with all her other toys she had brought in because Mommy just can't take a shower without them all watching. I love that. ( Yes I do love attention!)

I have been told numerous times that I should start a blog so here it goes....