Friday, April 23, 2010

Friday Confessional

It's that time again. Link up and play along with Glamazon.

I confess:
  • "Hate" and "Laundry" were my two most used words on Facebook
  • It's probably my most used on my blog too
  • I'm obsessed with NOT getting my laundry done.
  • Not because I love not having it done
  • But because it's all I ever think about having to do and not doing it.
  • I'm sure you are all aware of this problem by now...
  • Remember, it's my most used words
  • I am super cheap when it comes to clothes and food.
  • But when I shop for shoes and laundry soap I have to buy name brands.
  • Oh and name brand garbage bags.
  • Funny how I buy name brand laundry soap and never use it hahaha.
  • Some things you have to pay extra money for
  • I have bought and downloaded 87 games from
  • That's about 7 dollars a game
  • Oh My I just added it up!!!
  • That over 600 dollars in games since 2006!!
  • That's not counting subscriptions to Toontown, Wizard101 and Other games I have played in the past
  • I think I have a problem.
  • Wait......let's compare hubby's costs
  • Xbox 360 200$, games 50-60bucks a piece, and batteries for remotes....
  • I think it comes out even, don't you?
  • If we spent money like that on our yard, we would be more excited for the warm weather.
  • Just shows you where our priorities are :P

That's it for now.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010


Go link up with Chief and play along

Hub has had his normal days off this week. It's been pretty nice, helpful, yet uneventful. (I babysit another one year old so we don't go too many places on his days off...and his days off are on weekdays.) I'm done babysitting for the month so, I mention to him that there is a new class at my gym that I'm going to and he should come. He has been talking about wanting to do a crossfit thing anyway..and this class is called 'bootcamp' which is described as the same kind of activities as crossfit and P90xqrtdd or whatever it is called.
So I ask him, "Hey wanna go with me to the gym tomorrow for Bootcamp?"

He says, with a scrunched up face, " Ummmmm I don't knoowww? Doesn't that seem a little gay? I doubt any other guys are gonna be there." "They will all think I'm goofy."

I say, " Well I will ask my friend that goes. I'm sure there are guys there. It is bootcamp. I'm sure it is a great workout for guys and I would like you to work out with me."

WIMTS was:
"Quit being a pansy ass cry baby. Does it really matter if there are other guys there or not. It's a weekday..most people are working. Nobody is gonna stare at you and your dorky moves anyways. Nobody cares about what others are doing in the gym. They don't even care about the smell that is perspiring off their bodies...IT'S A GYM for pete's sake!!! Get off your high/lazy horse and come with me."

Tuesday, April 20, 2010


Happy Tuesday Everyone!
It time for the famous Post it Note Tuesday Hosted by

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Saturday, April 17, 2010

Here Comes Trouble

Now that my baby boy is a walker. He thinks he needs to go further and be a climber as well. He climbs on the chairs, couches, window sills. His favorite thing right now is to climb onto the desk and dinner table. The first day of his new adventures were easily cut off by just sliding in the chairs in so he wouldn't be able to climb onto them first. Unfortunately, he realized he could easily pull out the chair and continue on with his climb.
He still crawls super fast. Like a wind up toy. And when he can't get somewhere fast enough on his feet he drops to his knees and boogies on out!
I am having a horrible time cleaning out his dresser. I received a butt load of clothes for him from my sis and they are still sitting in the corner of his room waiting to be put away. I would like to think that it is just my laziness that is procrastinating this endeavor. But even when I am folding his clothes and throwing them into the pile I have a sad, dread in my stomach of what is eventually going to need to be taking care of. Which is, the taking out and boxing the clothes he has outgrown. Who knew that I would have such a hard time with this!? Not Me! I was fine with putting away the 0-3's or the 6-9 month clothes. I was even selling some on Ebay. But these 12 month clothes have me really torn. It makes me so sad to think that he will never wear them again. There isn't going to be another baby in my house to ever wear them again.
I know, I know. These are just clothes. I still have my baby. He is still going to be cute and adorable. And I should be more excited about the wonderful kid he is becoming. What wonderful kids/young ones that all of my babies are becoming. It just goes by too fast. I love these moments.
(Funny how just yesterday I was whining about how I need them to go away so I can have time for Me Me Me.. would think I'm pmsing or something.)

Friday, April 16, 2010

Friday Confessional

Here is my confession
  • I hate it when my husband leaves
  • I'm ok with him going to work that's normal
  • But when it's time for his team week, or a night out with the guys (especially after work) I hate it!!
  • It makes me sad, and angry
  • I get the poor me's so bad when he gets to do fun stuff
  • I even get the poor me's when he gets to go to work with all his good buddies.
  • Like I said I'm ok with him working.
  • He just has a great job with lots of great people.
  • He is so Lucky!
  • We get to do lots of fun stuff together.....but....what about just me?
  • That doesn't happen enough.
  • Whaaaaaa! I'm stuck at home with the kids...Whaaaaaa!!!!
  • He always tells me I could do fun stuff and hang out with friends.
  • But that includes extra money for babysitter, extra money for the fun stuff and we don't have a lot of extra money.
  • Or that could include him watching kids on his days off, which doesn't work out to well because most people are working during the middle of the week...duh.
  • Ugghhh!!! I feel like the biggest effing whiner right now. And it's not helping me feel better.
  • I should just put on my big girl panties and suck it up.
  • I get so angry at myself when I start feeling this way too.
  • I hate having the poor me's.
  • I hate feeling like a cry baby.
  • And I hate trying to get out of the rut.
  • Let's start getting out of the rut right now......(deep breath)
  • I really do love to stay at home with the kids.
  • I know I'm totally blessed and nobody else can raise these kids like I can.
  • I just think its time for a mommy vacation and leave daddy home for a week with the bunch!! Is it too late to sign up for girls camp?!?

Happy Friday everyone. Go link up with Glamazon and share your confessions !

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

What I Meant to Say Wednesday

Another edition of what I actually said.

It all happened on Tuesday night. It was finally time for our outing at the ball park with our dear friends. Since moving to the Pacific Northwest I have become a fan of baseball and the Seattle Mariners. A night at the ball park not only consists of a great game in a cool stadium but the amazing, wonderful, tasty stadium food.

We arrived and right off the bat (no pun intened)I dive into a massive Bratwurst covered in sauteed onions. MMMmmm!!! The game was going by fast. There was no scoring and hardly any other action between both the teams. A few innings in, I start diving into a massive pile of the famous, garlic fries. Delicious! As much as I wanted to I couldn't eat them all so as with the other trash i shoved them under my seat.

(I stole this pic from th internet)

Continuing on with the cheering of the game and chit chatting with friends, in the corner of my eye I notice the guy (a complete stranger, college aged) sitting next to me reach under his chair. I gave no thought. I continue talking with the the hub and others on the opposite side of me. I then notice the guy eating some garlic fries. "Hmmm"....I thought "He hasn't moved since I've been here..wonder where he got those?" Then a thought occurred to me. I start moving my foot all around the underneath of my seat. Guess what is not there anymore??? That's right, the strange dude sitting next to me was eating MY garlic fries that I shoved under MY seat. I just sat there staring straight forward at the baseball field in wonder and disbelief. "nahh" I said to myself, "those aren't my fries! nobody would do that." I glance over and notice the condiments opened in the exact way that I opened them and conclude, to my self of course, "Holy Shit! HE'S EATING MY FRIES!?!?" I continue to act as normally as I possibly can. Out of the corner of my eye I notice him placing the empty carton back under his seat. And then a few seconds later he reaches again and secretly starts pushing them back toward my seat until I feel them touch my shoe. I just sat there in complete amazement.

I wanted to say so much. Especially when his buddies or family or whoever was next to him were saying something to him about what he was eating. I wanted to say something to him so he knew that I knew what he did. To let him know he wasn't that sneaky or cool to get away with something so stupid. I wanted to say.."Hey Pal, just ask next time if you want some of my fries!"

A few more minutes went by. It felt a lot longer. I really didn't care that he took my fries. Waste not, want not is what I like to say. But it still Shock ED and Amaz ED me that someone would do that. Eventually I took out the Swedish Fish candies that I brought along with me and offered some to my dear friend sitting the opposite side of me. I then turn and motioned the bag of fish over to the dude and asked, "Care for a fish?" He said "no thanks." I said, "ok, i just thought you would want to get the Garlic taste out of your mouth." He turned bright red. Stumbling over his words he said, "oh yeah, sorry 'bout that." And he looked away quickly. I just laughed at him.

A few innings later he got up and left his seat. I was so glad to finally tell my friend what happened. She couldn't believe it either and laughed with me. He came back to his seat with a fantastic looking BBQ something or other and I was tempted to ask him for a bite..but I didn't.
Mariners finally scored 3 runs in the 8th inning. Ended up to be a good game and an Awesome night. Except afterwards in the car when we noticed a note on our windshield that said "sorry i rubbed your car." That was it. No insurance info, no name, no number, NOTHING. Luckily it wasn't worse than the damage I did myself hitting the garage a few months prior. Then we get a text from our dear friends that there car got broken into. Their glove box was turned a mess and their Ipod was gone. But we will do it again because these are Great Times!!

Monday, April 12, 2010

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Friday, April 2, 2010

Friday Confessional

  • It's been two weeks since my last confession
  • It's been two weeks since any posts
  • I have had a busy two weeks
  • First week was good reason
  • Next week I was out of town and just pure laziness
  • I have had the same basket full of socks in my room for 4 weeks now
  • Maybe even possible its been there longer than 4 weeks.
  • It's been so long I can't remember
  • My mom is here visiting
  • That means that my socks will be folded within the next week
  • Not by me of course
  • I love my Mom!
  • I love my sisters!
  • I miss them tons
  • But I love to live far away from everybody too
  • It makes me feel unique to be the only one that lives far away!
  • I have too much junk.
  • Two kitchen junk drawers
  • 2 bathrooms full of junk
  • A whole garage full of junk
  • I think if I don't take care of it soon I will be on the next "Hoarders" show.
  • I think I'm done rambling for now.

I know it's late in the posting...but link up and play along with Glamazon.