Friday Confessional

Link up and confess with

• I didn't do a WIMTSW
• Everybody seemed to want to Twitter that day
• NOT ME
• I admit I do have a Twitter account
• But I never use it
• And I'm never going to
• I know I could've done WIMTSW without linking up
• But I just hate change and decided to do nothing instead
• I did start to play a Thursday game.
• I think I'm starting to sound like I need these blogging games to function
• Really its not
• Or is it?
• Hell, I don't even know anymore.
• Maybe its the closest thing to a personal calendar for myself in a long time
• Other than the kids, dance on Tuesday, scouts on Wednesday, dance and piano on Friday
• What about all the times for me ?
• Now I get: Post it note Tuesday, WIMTSW, Tell it to me Thurs and Friday Confessional
• I won't mention that I do go to the gym on Mon and Tues and have activity on Wed and could go to the gym on Saturday.
• Because that's not fun calendar stuff
• Well, I guess it is. Cause if it wasn't fun then I wouldn't do it.
• I don't do anything that is not fun or worthwhile to me.
• That's just how I am.

Tell me About it Thursday

Here a new little blog game to play. This one is hosted by Mommywood.



Find the todays number picture in your first photo file and post it and tell about it. Easy Peasy!

Todays number is 36!

How Embarrassing!!

This pictures is one of me in the Misters SWAT gear. He brought it home for one reason or another and was telling us how heavy it is and crying about how it gets really heavy after hours of wearing it. (whaa whaa) All the kids had a turn trying it on. (Those pictures are much cuter.) This thing does weigh a ton!! I couldn't imagine wearing it for hours. And trying to hold a gun and knock down doors and shit with this thing on. I guess that's why I'm the one that stays home with the kiddies.

Post It Note Tuesday

Friday Confessional

It's Time for the Friday Confessional. I don't know if it's suppose to make me feel better to get all this stuff off my chest..but usually I just feel like a gigantic DORK!! Oh well..here we go again...


Link up with Glamazon




Here's My Confession:

• I like to scrapbook, both traditional and digital


• I haven't done it in months..digitally


• More like 1 year and 3 months traditionally


• But I really want too


• I just bought a ton of new paper.


• And I'm always shopping browsing online digital kits


• I do that often.


• I have all these cool scrapbook page ideas floating around in my head


• I just can't make it happen for reals (I know I just said for reals)


• Maybe it has something to do with my unorganized mess


• Or the children coming in to bug me


• Or the digital part of it of not printing it out...ever.


• I have no problem paying for supplies


• But I don't want to pay for the printouts of the all done pages


• I have a hard time paying 3 dollars for panty hose.


• But I would pay 8 bucks a 12 pack for soda pop


• Just goes to show what my priorities are


• Stuff I'll never use and POP!!!

Peek a Boo

What I Meant to Say Wednesday

Link up with Chief and play along.
I know you want to. There are soooo many things you should've said and didn't. So now is your chance to say them. So...PLAY!! Yes, I'm talking to You!!

What I said at the gym to the instructor who was about to set me up with another round of weights.
I gotta get going...my husband has to get to work. Thanks for the class.
What I meant to say was:
Pffffftttt!!! I can't lift another thing. I'm not even gonna be able to lift my kid out of his car seat when I get home. My arms are JELL-O. Not even that....they are more like wet, soggy noodles flailing around my body. I don't know what you think I can lift; but these are what my peeps call Relief Society Arms. That's why I'm here ...to overcome that...so please just give me a few more weeks of light weights until I can do a full push up or pull up with out my whole body shaking and jiggling like the movie Tremors. Peace out!!

I really do love this class and the instructor..I can be a little over dramatic sometimes.

Post It Note Tuesday

Say it with a Stickie

Friday Confessional

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Sorry no cute picture to click on. I'm not on my own computer and I am trying to hurry.

Here is my weekly confession.

I was having a a complete 'Farty Party' yesterday. (I think it lingering into today too.) I think the whole family was. Papa makes homeade, BBQ Baked beans and everyone enjoys eating them all day long.
But seriously...I don't think I have ever been that gassy in my Whhhhooollle life. EVER!!!
And I'm not even trying to hide it and squeeze them out quietly and sparatically. I'm just letting them fly. Even Mr. Riggles was impressed at how much air was passed between my butt cheeks. I'm sure my in-laws will comment on my excessive flatulance as soon as we leave here. They are impressed I'm sure. I've always fit in pretty well around here, but gas like this makes me a true Riggles. Heck even I'm impressed. Party On!!! Tooot Tooot!!!!

What I Meant to Say Wednesday

Well, What I Meant To Say turned into what I said and shouldn't have said this week.
I buy boneless/skinless chicken boobs from Costco. They come in 8 pouches of two. I throw it in the freezer when I get home. Each pouch has perforations around it so you can tear them apart individually. From many past experiences I have learned that they never rip the right way so I use scissors.

What I said to Hubby:
Will you get a package of chicken out of the freezer please?
(I was feeding two babies or else I would've done it myself)
He brings out the eight packages still intact.
I continue in saying:
You will probably want to use scissors to cut one off.
He continues to rip at the tape.
I say: If you pull too much at the package it will rip and you will have too many open packages.
He continues to tear at the perforations.
I say: The scissors should be right there in the block.
I hear riiiiipppp.
He says bad words.
I say but shouldn't have: WHAT DID I JUST SAY?!? YOU ARE AS BAD AS THE KIDS WHEN IT COMES TO LISTENING. I KNOW YOU HEAR ME BUT THERE IS A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HEARING AND LISTENING. I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU JUST DID THAT. I'M NOT TELLING YOU THIS BECAUSE I THINK YOUR STUPID AND NEED STEP BY STEP INSTRUCTIONS. I SAY IT CAUSE I'VE LEARNED FROM EXPERIENCE AND DON'T NEED THE SAME STUPID MISTAKES. (HE SAYS : SO I'M STUPID?!?) NO I'M NOT CALLING YOU STUPID. I SAID YOUR BEING STUPID! IF YOU WOULD JUST LISTEN! (HE SAYS: JUST USE THE ONE THAT RIPPED. WHY YOU GETTING SO MAD?) I'M GOING TO HAVE TO BECAUSE GROSS CHICKEN JUICES WILL BE ALL OVER THE PLACE IF I DON'T. I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU JUST KEPT RIGHT ON GOING WITH PULLING AND TUGGING WHEN I TOLD YOU TO USE SCISSORS... I TOLD YOU!!!!!
He walks away from the chicken. I walk away from the two starving babies and finish the job I just should've done myself in the first place.
I continued to mumble and ramble on for ten minutes about how amazed I was at how he just continued to ignore my instructions like I was the dumb one for telling him how to cut chicken, blah blah, should've listened, blah blah, can't believe it, blah blah blah. Stupid is as Stupid does!

I must be PMSing.

Post it Note Tuesday

Because sticky is fun!!

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