Category Archives: My So called life

My Oh so not fun day

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Tuesday was quite a day for me, I mean seriously, it was so crazy that I am just now catching up and able to write about it. ¬†Since people so kindly love to laugh at my misery, and I am not against laughing at myself I thought I would share ūüôā

A little back story because you will need it
#1 I have a hard time sleeping at night, It’s awful, it’s not like I don’t want to sleep I just can’t sleep, I can be exhausted all day, put the munchkins to bed, lay down and my mind won’t shut off and I am up all night
#2 Behind Mayonnaise or maybe before it, it’s a close call my biggest fear is cockroaches, I am obsessive about it, they freak me out just looking the way they look and knowing they can completely infest your home freaks me out even more…yea okay my 1st biggest fear is cockroaches
#3 When we were living in houses I hire Orkin, especially since those big American cockroaches that everyone calls water bugs, except they are not water bugs they are Giant roaches are common here in El paso, I guess the good thing is they don’t really infest your home they just like to stop by and visit every once in awhile like spiders, the bad news is they are GROSS, seriously I had never seen one before I moved here and the first time I did, I was peeing and it was like 3 in the morning and I ended up in my bathtub with my pants around my ankles screaming bloody murder for my husband, who came in killed it and called it a water bug….smart man except google wasn’t his friend, Also last Friday they came to spray my apartment for bugs(not Orkin, the company the apartments hire, but apparently unlike Orkin I was suppose to remove everything from my cupboards and I hadn’t so they didn’t spray, told me to tell the office when I wanted them to come)
#4 There is a facebook trade sight here that I like to use a lot, it’s perfect because you can get rid of the things you don’t need and exchange it for the things you do, and I spend a fair amount of time meeting people for trades
#5 I am on a fair amount of medication at night because of my back so I have a very hard time waking up in the mornings

I think I have you pretty caught up at this time, so on with my play by play of the day

Monday night I couldn’t sleep at all, I was tossing and turning for hours, finally at about 4am I asked my husband to wake me up before he left for work, because I knew I wouldn’t end up waking up with the munchkins for school, and the schools here hire attendance nazis, seriously late 4 times in a year and they call the courts on you…

7:45 am(the exact time my oldest should be getting to his first class) The husband comes home during his PT break and realizes we are all still asleep, so I wake up to him yelling for them to get up, we are late
7:47 am Panic attack because HELLO we are late and the attendance Nazis are going to be on my ass
7:55 am Remember that C had been complaining the night before that it burned when she peed, and A had been coughing up a lot of mucus
8:00 am Hatch brilliant plan to bring both munchkins to the doctor…2 birds one stone right?
8:10 am fix the munchkins some cereal, go to set C’s down and see roach crawl across the wall
Toss C behind me, push table to the side, scream like I am gonna die and wait for husband to kill the little fucker.
8:15 am CRY…Yes a lot of crying for fear of my house ending up infested with roaches, all because they didn’t spray and of course probably one of my neighbors had them nasty things and now they got sprayed and are seeking sanctuary at my not sprayed house
Somewhere between sobs I asked the husband to call the rental office, and apparently they don’t open until 10 am…cue the tears
8:30 am Bring the munchkins to the doctor
10:00 am finally actually see the doctor, she was red and got cream, he has allergies and got meds and they both got notes for being late to school
10:30 am finally leave doctors, drop C off at school first then A
10:35 am Call rental office, they inform me that pest control can not come until Friday…FRIDAY? OH HELL NO ¬†I ain’t livin with no roaches for a week we all know how fast they procreate…nope nope nope
10:37 am text the husband about the pest control
10:45 am Go to Kmart check bug sprays and realize if I use any of them I will probably murder my cat, decide against cat murder
11:00 am go get gas and run into the gas station, come out and realize I missed a call, drive home
11:10 am Return the phone call and find out it was C’s school nurse, apparently shortly after dropping her off she spilled her entire lunch tray down the front of herself, Do you want to guess what was for lunch? If you guessed spaghetti you would be correct
11:30 am head over to the school to bring C new clothes, because heaven forbid they keep some of those extra clothes around the nurses office
12:00 am head home Clean every crack and crevice in my house with bleach(this took awhile so just pretend in the next few time slots I wrote clean every crack and crevice with bleach along with whatever else I did)
(Also spend the next few hours randomly opening cabinets trying to find a roach, yes I am that AH HA Gotchya kind of person, did not find any)
12:30 pm husband calls to tell me the woman he was suppose to meet and do a trade with didn’t show and pretty much cost him his lunch break, we hang up and I remember I need to cry to him so
1:00 pm call my husband and cry about how I can’t live with roaches, how I am not going to cook in that kitchen, and I want ORKIN
1:15 pm ¬†Call Orkin, schedule someone to come between 4-6pm that day…that’s better although the Orkin lady telling me every little thing about roaches, how they are treated, so on and so forth, no bueno people I was then relaly freaked out, so I spent the rest of the time until it was time to pick up the munchkins sitting on my door stoop
3:15 pick up munchkins, A is STARVING, take him to 7-11 for a hot dog
4:00 pm attempt to finally pay my bills and manage my bank account while impatiently waiting for Orkin to show up
4:15 pm knock on door(now people this was actually the good part of the day) Orkin GUY YAY! Bonus: It was the same Orkin guy from my last house
he inspects my house while I follow him around asking if he sees anything and pretty much tells me if I hire them I am wasting my money because I do not have a roach infestation, and I probably seen a baby “water bug” which was probably ran out of the sewer when they sprayed the other apartments
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He goes out to the truck comes back in and starts spraying the hell out of my cabinets (keep in mind I am still standing behind him)
He looks at me and says “See?” Uhh no see what? “That was roach tear gas, if you had them they would have came running out”

WTF? You mean to tell me you were so confident I didn’t have them you were willing to bet my life on it, because let me tell you, had a bunch of roaches came running out I would have had a heart attack and died on the spot, right there on the kitchen floor surrounded by roaches and the Orkin man…what a tragedy that would have been.

Then to make me feel better he put some place and a little bait and told me I still wasn’t going to catch anything except maybe the American Roach (aka water bug) but that it couldn’t hurt because it would kill them too
Then he says oops I forgot this, and left me the bait

I am thinking the Orkin guy knew I was a spazz guys, and he was my hero, okay he is and probably always will be my hero

I’m not stupid though, pest control is coming Friday, those big fuckers are not welcome here either, nor are spiders, or any other freaking bug

5:15 pm Run out pick up munchkins prescriptions

5:30 pm Arby’s for dinner, because yea I am not friggin cooking

6:00 pm go to meet some lady for another trade: WAIT WAIT WAIT, TEXT NOTHING, WAIT fuck it, go into the store to do my shopping

6:40 pm  Get a text from said lady I was suppose to meet
Her: Are you still here?
Me: Yea I am in the store
Her: Okay I will wait a few minutes sorry my phone was dead and I forgot what kind of car your drive
Me: I can send my husband out with my phone and he can tell you where we are parked
Her: Ok

6:55pm See my husband back in store…with the stuff we are suppose to be giving her, Uh whats going on?

Apparently she decided to run in and get bread after I said I was sending my husband out, so husband had to find her in the bread section

7:00 pm Realize I am missing The Originals and freak out, shit that was the only thing I was looking forward to

7:45 pm pick up something from a friend

8:00 pm (15 minutes after 1 munchkins bed time and an hour before the others) get home

8:15 pm start A on his home work, get C ready for bed

8:20 pm Put C to bed

8:25 pm help A with homework, get frustrated, hand homework help off to daddy

8:30 pm C is up to tell me something

8:35 pm C is up to tell me something

8:40 pm C is up to tell me something (Are we seeing the pattern)

8:50 pm decide to put my powdered sugar into my canister, actually miss the canister almost completely and put powdered sugar all over my floor

8:51 pm C walks out “Hey mommy there is sugar on the floor

YUP that is when I just gave up on any hope of saving the day

There’s no place for honesty if someone doesn’t like it

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So here comes the honesty, or at least as much honesty as I can possibly put on here. ¬†You see that’s the problem and probably why I lost a lot of my blogging inspiration, I can’t always be honest, well let me rephrase: the things I do post here are honest, the stuff I can’t be honest about just never makes it on the page, which in general just defeats the purpose of the page, doesn’t it? ¬†I mean I wanted a place where I could write about my emotions, share my feelings and share some real life including the stuff that is not rainbows and unicorns. ¬†It’s not working though. ¬†You see I have a bunch of family and friends and then of course there is my husband who reads my blog, and if I posted my feelings sometimes I’d probably be in a world of shit, or I would at least have a migraine from listening to someone whine about me having the nerve to write whatever it is I shared on MY blog. ¬†So now when I sit down and write a post I have to ask: Who will read this post? Will that person be offended by it? and quite honestly the answer is yes far too many times, because people can be babies and they tend to upset easily so instead I walk on eggshells and I scrap half the posts I write before I ever publish them. ¬†I should have made this blog anonymous, but at the time I created it I wanted my friends and family to be able to see it, and sometimes I still do, there are just times when I wish certain people wouldn’t read it at certain times. And that doesn’t mean all the posts I scrapped were mean or anything, some are just about belief systems or views on touchy subjects, ¬†or there was that one time ¬†when I wrote that post about the main reasoning I started a serious relationship with the husband was because he was good in bed, I gotta say I was a little nervous I would end up with a comment from my in-laws, thankfully if they read it they just ignored it, but that isn’t always the case, and if it’s ignored then you have to sit and wonder if they did read it, and what they thought, and it makes the whole blogging process become headachy(yes spell check I am aware it is not a word, but it should be) ¬†I don’t know, just some honest rambling from me….the not so rainbow and unicorn me!

Electronics and Video Games, could they be causing it all?

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The other night was particularly rough for us as far as my son and schooling went,, we basically found out that he is failing one class pretty badly, he admitted to not paying attention and he has been overly talkative. ¬†A is one of those kids that loves to be the class clown, making other people laugh makes him happy no matter how or where he does it, which tends to cause some issues in school. ¬†As far as focus goes people like to lay the blame on his ADHD and they are probably right, but they also like to blame his inability to remember things on his ADHD, and that can’t be the case. Do you know how I know? Because he has no problem remembering things he wants to remember! At any rate we decided to finally take away the video games and tablet until he choose to do better at school. ¬†My sweet boy sat at the kitchen table for at least 2 hours, snot dripping out of his nose, drool hanging off his mouth bawling like his dog had just died, I kid you not, my husband actually told me he thought maybe we should hide his shoe laces, he was so depressed, and all over video games…so as I tried not to lose my fucking mind, which was a pretty big challenge after the first hour went by with no sign of stopping, I started thinking a LOT. ¬†I was thinking about what is different in society, or in life in general now than 25-30 years ago, Why are children struggling more often in school, and with life in general and ya know what I realized?

We are pretty much the 1st generation of gamers raising children!

Which lead me to more thinking about all of the things that have changed in the last 25-30 years.
People as a whole are a lot less healthy
Marriages seem to have more problems, Divorce rates are up
Children tend to focus less on studies and playing outside has become almost obsolete
Mental health diagnosis and the amount of people on prescription drugs has skyrocketed

and that’s just the tip of the iceberg!

I know gamers are hating right now, They are shouting at their screens that video games and electronics are not the issue.  I get it I used to be a gamer and I am certainly addicted to my computer, but hear me out folks.

How many times did you come home to find your mother on facebook or pinterest and your father playing World of Warcraft or Call of Duty? ¬†I know I didn’t ever. ¬†How many of you called your mother a bitch or your father an asshole to their face? How many of you were not at all nervous when the school called your parents? Let me tell you, if I fucked up and the school said they were calling my mom, I begged them to change their mind, I once got the bi part of bitch out to my mother before I had a bloody mouth, and I wouldn’t even have thought to say anything disrespectful to my father as a child, and let me be clear by saying my father spanked me twice in my entire life, so he was by no means abusive, he was just scary because he was my dad and I was made to listen, it only took twice to put the fear of god into me, but that’s another story for another time. ¬†At any rate, is it so crazy to correlate some of the behaviors of our children to the lack of parenting by adults, and to correlate the lack of parenting with the increase of electronic use?

You have to look at the facts and while I am not speaking of every man, woman and child out there because there is always exceptions I am speaking of the majority, I am speaking of what I see in my home, in my friends and families homes and all over the internet.

More and more children are focusing less on an education, less on being active, less on sports and more on video games, tablets, computers and cell phones.
Seriously I have seen 7 year old’s with cell phones…that to me is absurd!

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More and more men focus so much on electronics that they forget they even have a family ( In my house we call this tunnel vision because unless a piece of the debris falls in his lap the whole house could explode and he’d never even know it while he is playing a video game)
And seriously how many know the feeling of being horribly aggravated because you are doing everything, your husband walks in the door walks to the game system and starts playing as if nothing else exists?

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More and more women are spending their days on facebook and pinterest, rather than keeping their houses clean, and spending quality time with their children.  How many parents go days without having a conversation with their kids while they are doing absolutely nothing else?
Do you know how many times I see status’ on facebook from women claiming it is sooooo HARD to keep their house clean, or find time to play with their children, or cook a meal for their husbands, ¬† Let me let you in on a little secret it is not hard, you just have to put down the keyboard.

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We live in a world of internet, computers, game consoles, smart phones and tablets, and I have to say I think it is ruining the modern day family.

Do you know that as of 2011 15% of divorces cited video games as the reasoning? Seriously? I believe it because I can’t count the number of women I see or hear every day talking about how all their husband does is play video games or watch TV…

Do you also know that children who come from a divorced home are more likely to get a divorce themselves, and that children of parents who play video games are more likely to also play them, so how many divorces will now be indirectly caused by video games?

Do you know how many times I see someone complaining of being broke then buying the latest game to come out or people getting government assistance while carrying around an I-phone, or people begging for food for their children on a computer they own with internet they pay for?

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Yet we still can’t believe that maybe just maybe electronic technology could be a large part of the problems today?

I know I know but technology makes life easier, you can:
Get ideas online
Pay your bills online
Use your phone to deposit a check
Call someone if you a broke down
Shop without leaving your house
Listen to music anywhere anytime
Record your favorite shows to watch later

or It’s FUN, it relieves stress…but does it relieve stress or could it secretly be causing yours?

If you ask me I think they may just be degrading the quality of life. ¬†So many people have lost perspective on what is and what is not important! ¬†How many times do you see someone answer one of those quiz questions that asks something like “What 5 things could you not live without” with things like: my cell phone, my tablet, my video games, my TV, my makeup, sunglasses…and other things like that? Ya know what you can’t live without? Food and water? You know what would make the quality of your life less? lack of friends, family, love, integrity, honor, a bed to sleep in and other things like that, but those are never the answers given. ¬†WHY?

Because too many people these days have lost track of what is truly important, and have become reliant on a game system or a computer, or a phone for happiness, The problem is they aren’t creating happiness, they are creating distant family units who lack quality time. ¬†If they created happiness then depression would not be on the rise. ¬†Think about it!
What’s your take on it?

The cat is always plotting something

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Since we came home Pippy (for those who don’t know that’s our cat) has been acting all needy and weird, which really isn’t like her at all, she constantly crawls on us and meows or stares at the door and cries. ¬†I am pretty sure she misses the cats at my Dad’s house and she’s lonely and since we are moving soon getting a new playmate for her is out of the question, so I decided we should get her some new toys to keep her busy.

This is one of the toys I got from Walmart
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I was all excited because it makes noise and moves around and I thought for sure she will love this toy, ¬†I brought it home and proudly announced to her that I got her a new toy, ¬†Set it up, put it on the floor, and she wouldn’t even look at it. ¬†So here I am on the ground like a cat batting at the little chirping ball and the feather, while she looks at me like I lost my mind, which in retrospect I probably should have video taped, it would have been quality entertainment. ¬†No interest, not even a tiny bit, I think she sniffed the feather once. So we decide to just leave it there because maybe she will play with it later, maybe she just isn’t into an audience when she plays. 1 day goes by, nothing, 2 days go by, nothing, a week goes by and she hasn’t so much as looked at the damn toy I was excited about. ¬†Well last night the husband throws it in our room to get it out of the middle of the living room floor. ¬†At 1 am I had a small panic attack, when I woke up to the sound of chirping, Do you know the things that run through your mind when you are half asleep and your bedroom starts chirping in the middle of the night? None of it is good let me tell you! ¬†I mean it’s not like I thought my bedroom was possessed or anything, because that would be crazy. ¬†Of course the cat would wait until it was in the perfect place and at the perfect time to play with the damn toy….I think she plotted the whole thing, cats are sly like that, sure they look innocent enough, and they cuddle you when your sick, or in a bad mood, but that’s just to reel you in for the kill ūüôā

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Lost inspiration, or just fluffing

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I haven’t been posting much lately ¬† but it’s because I have been working on something special, something I am going to tell you guys about real soon, that and for 7 hours a day I have no munchkins and no husband home, this does 2 things:
#1 While I know this should give me more time to blog, I find myself doing all of the things I could never do before, like sleep, or paint my toenails, take a bath, the kind where I am not considering drowning myself because it’s the 5th time one of my munchkins has came in to ask where something was or if they could have something, or turn into a lazy ass and watch 3 seasons of the Amazing Race that I never got the chance to watch, okay it is more like every season of the Amazing Race that I never got to watch, and I want to feel guilty about fluffing on the things I should be doing but I kind of feel great, the thing is that’s where the guilt comes in I actually feel guilty for not feeling guilty…and how does that work?

#2 With my whole family gone most of the day I have a hard time finding anything to write about…I’ve lost my inspiration

But hey I promise I’ll start looking for it, like right after I finish the Amazing Race ūüėČ

The war on bullying: This is my story

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I wasn’t going to do a post about bullying, mainly because so many other bloggers have already covered it, however my niece asked me if I would since it is a subject that is extremely important to her.

This is my story:

I was born a preemie, under 5lbs. ¬†As a young child I was not overweight, I had a lot of friends, and I was happy and healthy. ¬†Somewhere between 3rd and 4th grade I started gaining weight, and I gained it quickly. By the time I was 1/2 way through 4th grade I was 180lbs wearing women’s plus size clothing. ¬†This didn’t seem to be a big deal to everyone else in elementary school, of course it mattered to me, I didn’t like being so heavy, I wished I could wear the clothes smaller girls wore, but my friendships and my overall life stayed the same, and I was still pretty happy and liked myself.¬†¬† When middle school started things took a drastic turn, I became the “fat” kid. People were extremely mean to me, including some of my childhood friends. ¬†I got called names, had food thrown at me, and some kids would even oink when I walked by. ¬†There wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t get picked on in some form or another. ¬†I had people tell me I was worthless, disgusting, a waste of space, and so much more. It hurt, more than most people can imagine, I felt so sad, and I wanted to lose weight, I really did. ¬†The problem was that the more sad I got, the more I ate. ¬†The more I got called out and left out the more I stayed home and became inactive. ¬†I would sit in the back of the class so people didn’t stare at me, ¬†I skipped school on days where I was suppose to give presentations because I didn’t want to stand in front of the class, and I would come home every school day and cry.

There were plenty of days where I thought it might be easier if I died, but more often than not I just felt like crawling under the covers and hiding FOREVER.

During 8th grade I finally got up the will power to start dieting, I was eating healthier and I was working out after school, as the days went by I ate less and less, and worked out more and more.  By the summer following my 8th grade year I had almost completely quit eating, and I was working out for at least 4 hours a day, sometimes 8 or 9. I was losing a lot of weight, I eventually got down to 98lbs, I had an eating disorder, and you know what happens when you develop an eating disorder when you are heavy? No matter how much weight I lost I always saw fat when I looked in the mirror.

The crazy thing is people started telling me I looked sickly, I was too skinny, My skin wasn’t as bright. ¬†All I could think was “Well it’s always something, I guess I will just never be good enough” And all the while these people were saying those things I was still seeing fat.

I eventually moved away to another state with my parents, where people didn’t know the “fat” me and I made a lot of friends. ¬†After my mother took me to a doctor and made me start eating again, I put on a few pounds, I still didn’t eat a lot, but I was eating and I was healthier, but I still felt fat, after high school I still felt fat, and today I still feel fat.

Here’s the thing, and the reason I tell this story ¬†I really do not think bullies understand the long term effects of their actions. ¬†Sure I was fat, but until other people had a problem with it, I was still relatively happy, I could still love myself. ¬†After being put down for years it became harder and harder to love myself. ¬†I’m 31 years old now, way past the days of high school, and it’s still hard to love myself.

Here is what I don’t understand, the suicide statistics for children, teens and young adults who have been bullied are astounding, What is so different now that so many of these young people are turning to suicide? ¬†Bullying has been going on for years and years and years, but suicide numbers are on the rise. ¬†I want to know why. ¬†Could it possibly be the importance that society and media puts on image, looks, and talent? ¬†The lack of parental involvement?

I see a lot of anti bullying campaigns reaching out to children and teens, and I think that’s great, but I think the real people to reach out to is adults, I think we must first start with the people who are or will be parenting these children and teens, because let’s be honest bully’s are not born, they are raised. ¬†As long as some adults continue to bully or be mean, children will follow suit, the cycle will continue.

I have seen it often, people like to pinpoint young people and say that is where the bullying issue lies, but it goes far beyond, I see bullying in college, as a military wife I see bullying in the army and within army wife communities, I see bullying at grocery stores, and on the street outside of my apartment, and then we wonder why the children of our country bully and pick on each other.

It is sad to me that adults still feel the need to be so hateful. I fully believe bullies are the way they are either because they were raised to be that way or they feel the need to put others down to make up for their shortcomings,

I am on the fence when it comes to charging and sentencing children and teens for bullying when the person they bullied committed suicide, the reason I say this is because on one hand as a mother if someone was bullying my child and they committed suicide I would of course want some type of justice, however again as a mother it is hard for me to rationalize ruining another child’s life, especially in a case where the child is only acting on what he or she has been taught. ¬†I think we need more support for children, both bullies and the children being bullied and we need to start holding some of the adults in this country accountable. ¬†I believe that a form of boot camp if you will, with a psychiatric team involved would be better suited to a bully than a jail cell, where they will probably only learn to be a bigger bully or learn to be bullied. ¬†I think adults need to start playing a more vital roll in their children’s lives, I understand that some people have to have both parents working, or single parents must work, I am not saying not to work if you are a parent. ¬†I am saying when you come home from work be present, and not just in the same house, or even same room present. ¬†I see so many parents both working and stay at home who only have conversations with their children while surfing the internet, and posting on facebook, parents who spend their whole days on the phone or in front of a TV, I want to see more involvement because I do think that is a large part of the issue, children do not get as much genuine quality time anymore, they are handed off from person to person or from Tv to game console, and it’s sad. ¬†We can’t expect the children to grow up properly if they lack guidance.

You know what else needs to happen? Society and the media need to stop idolizing only the beautiful, or talented, we need to stop worshiping drug addict movie stars and we need to show our youth that being famous or beautiful is not what makes you a successful human being, We need to start idolizing people who make a difference or have made a difference in this world, people who stand up for their beliefs and walk their own line.  People with morals, and ethics.

And finally we need to stop being hypocrites, be the change we want to see in our youth, because otherwise all they see is talk and no action.

I will leave you with a video that my niece shared with me, that I think is pretty powerful, enjoy and please feel free to share your thoughts, you know I love to hear them

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Pulled ear muscles and a flirty husband

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Today I braved the Commissary on payday, which is a feat in itself, but what is the zoo of the commissary on pay day was nothing compared to the things that came out of my child’s mouth while we were there.

Besides the normal “I’m going to fart out my taco” (yes that’s normal) talk we had quite the evening of our son leaving us either laughing hysterically or completely speechless.

On the way there we were talking in the car, and out of the blue after I said something nice A goes “Holla”

I was like Oh shit, did they bring that whole Holla thing back? Apparently the answer is YES because all his friends say holla.

At the store A was acting like his crazy high strung self, running around and being loud, while I thought about hiding behind a wall of soda to escape the looks of strangers, when my husband tugged A’s ear…

A: “Oww that hurt”
The husband: “Seriously”
A: “Yes you tugged on my muscle, I think I got a pulled muscle now”
Me: “A pulled muscle in your ear?”
A: “Exactly”
Me: “Your ear doesn’t have any muscle”
A: (Very Loudly) “So what your butt has a muscle but your ear doesn’t?”
The husband: “Your butt is a muscle”
A: “I know, so your ear doesn’t have 1 single muscle?”
At this point the people around us are giggling to themselves
Me: “Oh for goodness sake your ear is cartilage not muscle”

Now for the next thing I have to give you a little back story: My husband happens to be one of those guys that totally flirts with girls, and he does it naturally, I have been telling him for years and he looks at me like I’m crazy.

We are walking out to our car and for those of you who don’t know at the Commissary someone brings your groceries to the car, it just happens that the person bringing our groceries out is a girl, and of course my husband turns into what appears to be a 14 year old boy trying to act cool to get a girl to notice him. ¬†A, C and I are walking ahead of them…

A: “Mom he’s flirting with that girl”
Me: shhh
A: “seriously do you hear him?”
Me: shhhh
A: “you better watch out mom she’s gonna steal yo man”
Me: (trying not to fall over laughing)¬†“I;m not worried now shhh”
A turns around looks at his dad and says “You better knock that off”
No reply NO nothing
A: “He’s still flirting”

At this point I can’t completely stifle my laughter and small giggles are escaping,

We get to the car load it up and I am standing outside smoking, I ask the husband if he heard any of what A was saying. He says no, so I fill him in, no wonder no reply he didn’t even hear him, now my husband is laughing and all like “Really?1?”

We get in the car and I tell A to tell him what he thought he was doing on the walk to the car, so A rehashes everything he says to me

The husband: “Is that so?”
A: “yea”
The husband laughs
A: “You do that almost every time there’s a girl”
The husband: “I do what”
A: “You act different when there is a girl around”
The husband: “I do that all the time?”
A: “Pretty much, especially when we go on post, that’s where you see the most girls that you talk to”

At this point I am dying laughing, while attempting to give him the I told you so look, The husband says he’ll work on that, all I’m saying is good job A, now he knows I am not crazy!

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I’m a nut job and I got an award because of it!

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Karen over at Dinosaur Superhero Mommy nominated me for this nutty award, and well who wouldn’t be honored to get passed a sack of nuts right?

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I need to divulge 7 to 10 quirky facts about myself and then name 7 to 10 bloggers who would be okay okay sharing quirky facts about themselves‚ĶI know they will all just love me for this…I mean chain mail is fun right? right? Oh come on at least the facts get to be a little nutty!

1. ¬†I have a thing with leaving the closet doors open, I never really realized I did it until the husband pointed it out, and after giving it a lot of thought I have decided it is probably because I think the ghosts can’t hide in there if they are open..yea I am that kind of crazy

2. I say yo a LOT again it isn’t something I do on purpose, and I don’t notice it but my friends do so I have heard a time or 2

3.  When I am telling a story or venting and I stop but then remember I have something to add to it, I usually say PS, I have no idea why.

4. I almost always like the “bad” guys or the assholes in a show ex. Klaus from Vampire Diaries, Gordon Ramsey, Simon Cowell

5. I eat my sandwiches plain, just cheese and meat, the people at subway always look at me like I have horns growing from my head when I say no toppings or condiments, then they ask are you sure? Usually followed by you don’t want mustard(or some other topping) Oh ya know what now that you mentioned I do want something else…for you to stop asking stupid questions and wrap my PLAIN ¬†sandwich up

6. I lose jewelry, and I do not mean I have lost one or two pieces, I could probably buy a used car with the amount of money I have lost in jewelry, that is just one of the reasons I wear a lot of the rubber bracelets now

7. Water has a taste and it drives me crazy when people say that it doesn’t…Oh so they sell 27 types of bottled water and people usually stick with a certain brand because they all taste like nothing.

8. I look in mirrors every chance I get, I’m not vain in the least but for some reason I can’t pass a mirror, or window or anything else reflective without looking in it

9.  I constantly make my husband switch bed sides with me at night, sometimes more than once a night, he is a good sport for doing it huh?

So which bloggers do I want to make a little more squirrely by passing this award on?

Don’t hate me, you aren’t obligated to do it, just know even if you don’t I think your a little nuts, and I like that way ūüėČ

http://cloudywithachanceofwine.com/

http://www.epicadventuresinmotherhood.wordpress.com/

http://momrantsandcomfypants.wordpress.com/

http://www.momfever.blogspot.com/

http://imnohumdrum-mum.com/

http://www.momopolize.com/

http://wineandpsychotherapy.wordpress.com/

Our new apartment

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As promised this is the big apartment reveal, I actually quite like it, but it is weird to think it will only be home for a few months

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We did C’s room in Soccer and she finally got her canopy bed which made us both pretty darn happy.
A’s room is in Ocean theme because it is one of his favorites.
Our room is elephants(my favorite), we are just waiting on our custom made elephant pillows for our bed to tie it all together.
The kitchen is wood, and green, orange, and yellow.
For the munchkins bathroom they chose frogs.
Our living room is maps, but we didn’t put up most of our wall hangings so the only map currently there is the globe bar table, which I love.
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Of course we set up a craft corner.

A long trip

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I have barely had a minute to check out the blogs I normally read, or partake in the link parties I usually join this last week, because I spent most of it on the road.

The trip from NY to TX was a long one for sure. ¬†For some reason it felt even longer this time around, maybe it is because I have already done the trip 5 times and there isn’t much left to see that I haven’t already seen.

We did get to take the munchkins to a safari in Oklahoma(Arbuckle Wilderness Park) which was nice because it broke up the monotony of the trip.

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The camel ended up stealing my entire cup of food, I wasn’t thrilled, but it was funny, I guess he was pretty hungry. ¬†There were Llamas everywhere, and they loved to eat so they had no problem coming up to the car and sticking their heads in. ¬†The Donkeys would literally walk up and open their mouths just like this so you could toss the food in. ¬†There was a lot of great animals to see and we had so much fun, It would have been nice to see the walk through section, but we didn’t want to take too much more time, and we had the cat in the car.

We were able to find hotels pretty easily and they were pretty nice, except the very last one we stayed in. ¬†That hotel was shady, I was pretty positive my roof bag was going to be missing in the morning and I was going to have a new rash. ¬†The room was AWFUL, and there were like 5 parties going on outside, but there wasn’t a lot of options and it was 11pm. ¬†Had I seen the room before we unloaded everything I probably would have just kept going on fumes and finished the drive home, but my munchkins were happy to be out of the car, as was the cat and when I even brought up getting back in drama ensued, so at the shady hotel we stayed. As you can see we survived, and bonus I didn’t get a rash ūüôā

The cat was amazing on the trip again, she just sleeps the whole drive, the munchkins on the other hand didn’t sleep a single minute in the car. ¬†Overall they were pretty good though considering. ¬†By the time we got home we were all exhausted, and completely over being in the car, there was a point in Illinois where I was pretty sure I just wanted to live there so I wouldn’t have to drive anymore, thank goodness I kept going though because the look on my daughters face when she seen Daddy for the first time since last November was absolutely worth the 4 1/2 days in the car. ¬†I will be posting all about homecoming and the new house soon!