Friday Confessional: You're a transponster!!

Yo. Hows it goin? Yeah I'm good, thanks. Let's begin shall we?

• I have been doing transcription work.
• Quite a bit of transcription work.
• And I'm trying desperately to get done.
• I think it's due, what, tomorrow?
• I have 19 minutes left.
• Should be able to knock it out of the park in no time.
• SHOULD be able
• I'm getting pretty quick.
• But I can only work when the kids are asleep
• which has been a few hours in the afternoon and a couple at night.
  
• But it seems my children's naps are getting shorter and staggered.
• One goes down.
• Then the other.
• Then I work for MAYBE 5 minutes.
• Then first one wakes up
• wants to be held
• does NOT want to be in playpen
• so we play and hang out for a while.
• Kid seems tired, so back to bed
• moment of peace which usually finds me in the bathroom
• second babe awakes
• and its all over.
• needless to say I've had this particular project for well over a month.
• bah whatever.
  
• I'm almost done!
• Let's do the happy dance!
• It was a lot shorter than some projects I've had.
• I once did one that was 424 minutes.
• 424
• I wish I had a nickle for every minute I listened to that old man talk.
• I'd have a crapload of nickles.
• Luckily, I get a little more that a nickle per minute.
• Or else the pile of laundry, the sink full of dishes,
• the sad neglected kids who are tired of watching Spongebob and eating off the floor*
• would almost be not make it worth it.
• Whatever, it's not worth it, who am I kidding.
• But every little bit helps.
• Even if they are only nickles.

*Just for clarification, I do not in any way advocate using the television, especially Spongebob as a babysitter! That's just what happened today. Don't judge me, I'm on a deadline here!!!! And they eat off the floor by choice...

Now go play!

Seven Years Down

Isn’t it supposed to be seven years bad luck when you break a mirror?  SWEET!  I’m in the clear!
And what about a seven year itch?  What the crap is that all about anyway?  No really, I have no idea what it is.
BUT I do know that
Seven years ago today, we were doing this:

And a little bit of this:

And some of this:

And this too.

(Sad to say I actually haven’t seen six of these people since this day.)

      

Whatever!  Seven years?  Wow.  Its been a journey to say the least, that’s for certain.  It’s hard to even believe it’s been seven years. 

Look at the sheer terror on his face!  He was thinking about bolting, I just know it! 
But in all seriousness, I am so very grateful I have this man beside me.

The guy everyone thought was no good for me
.
The guy who had piercings and tattoos.

The guy who took care of me from the time I graduated from college to now and continues to do so.
The guy who supported me through beauty school, even though we weren’t even engaged, let alone married. 

The guy who was patient with me while I figured things out and got things straight.

The guy who’s literally been with me through thick (mostly me) and thin (mostly him).

The guy who has sat idly by and endured my ever changing hair color and style.

The guy who held me while I cried, waited when I was impatient, got tests done when we had no answers, and gave up so so much to be a daddy.

The guy who lets me torture him.

The guy who has endured heartbreak countless times.

The guy who goes on many splendid adventures with me and my incessant whining and need for potty breaks.

The guy who does the best he possibly can.

The guy who is pretty dang adorable.

The guy who puts up with so so much and takes it all in stride.
The guy who’s little son is trying to be just like.

The guy who doesn’t know it, but has the most amazing spirit about him.
 
The guy who has prayed for me when I couldn’t do it myself.  
The guy who doesn’t give himself enough credit.
 
The guy I was terrified of when we first met, but who turned out to be practically the biggest dork on the planet.

The guy who’s made me feel stronger, more self confidant, and beautiful than I ever did before.    
The guy who collects many amounts of seemingly useless junk and is an amazing, daring cook.
The guy who would, and does anything for his family.

They guy who lets me be me.

The guy who never gives up, never backs down, and doesn’t throw in the towel, even when others would have quit long ago.

The guy who makes me madder than I’ve ever been in my entire life.

The guy I can’t out argue.
    
The guy I had my last first kiss with. 
  
The guy that seemed so very wrong for me for a lot of reasons.

The guy who I married seven years ago today.  The guy I will spend eternity with.  The guy I love. 
We’ve had good days, we’ve had bad days, we’ve fought like it was over, we’ve laughed at absolutely nothing.  It’s such an amazing ride and I’m so glad I’m on it with him.  He’s my best buddy, the one who gets annoyed when I tell him what celebrities I think are hot, the one who honestly loves me no matter what I look like.  He’s forgiving and sweet, awkward and hilarious.  There’s absolutely no one I’d rather be with.


There were quite a few people who really thought I was making a huge mistake marrying this guy.  What they didn’t know was how great a man he would turn out to be.  How great a daddy he’d be, how great a husband.  They didn’t see what I saw, they didn’t know what I knew, and they didn’t feel what I felt.  Many prayers were sent heavenward while we were dating and engaged.  I knew from the beginning that it was the start of something good. 


My mom asked me before we got married why him, why this person who seemed so out of character for me.  I knew then that our life would be hard.  I knew it wasn’t going to be easy.  I knew we had an uphill journey ahead of us.  I knew that I loved him and that life was going to be hard, but I knew that it would be 1000 times better than life with out him.


So Thor, thanks for it all.  Being married to you is a day by day adventure.  Thanks for not bailing the first time you had second thoughts and wondered what you'd gotten yourself into?  You know the time...Yellowstone...outhouse...yeah...I wouldn't have blamed you for high tailing it right then.  But thanks for not giving up on me then and now.  Love you bunches, sweetie.

Controversial Garbage

Hubster and I were just talking about Arizona.
About Nazi Germany.
About having to show your papers.
About this country and how some maja crazy crap is a goin down.
And the I stumbled upon my dear sweet friend JoAnn's blog post.
And I love what she wrote.
You can find it here.
I love her.
The end

Friday Confessional: Where Have You Been?!?

Hello again friends. It's been a long time. A couple weeks at least! I'm alive, no worries... but I do have a confession to make. Here we go.

• I am camping out at my mom's house.
• Squatting, if you will.
• I originally planned on a four day adventure.
• We're on day nine.
• With three more to go.
• I only packed for four days.
• Ha ha ha ha ha
• I usually over pack.
• WAY over pack.
• People make fun of the way I pack.
• "You're only gonna be gone a few days!
• Why do you need eight bags?!"
• Shut up.
• They don't realize that I have two kids
• one who has to bring his entire family of stuffed animals
• and a baby who has diapers and wipes
• and toys and a pack 'n play.
• Plus I need toiletries
• for all of us.
• And shoes!
  
• For all of us.
  
• Seriously, why oh why did I get rid of the X-terra?!?
• X-earth.
• Ha ha, I love the Office.
• Ha ha ha.
  
• Seriously though, bad move.
  
• But this time, I was all, 'No I'm gonna pack light
• and be responsible.
• Oooh, look at me and my tiny suitcases!
• We're only bringing a few bags!
  
• I'm so awesome!'
• Well, the jokes on me!
• First of all, I completely neglected pj's for the baby.
• He's been sporting Onesies
• and his brother's size 4T jammies
• which should be a lot bigger on Baby Bubba than they are.
• As in yikes, my 12 month old is fitting into 4T pjs????
• Anyway
  
• I've done laundry twice now.
• I'm sick of my stretchy pants.
• I didn't even bring any jeans with me!
• What the crap!?!?
• I went to town today to find some clothes.
• I forget the slim pickens here.
• Kings has, um, nothing
• I was hoping to find a set of jammies for the boys
• I ended up getting shirt and short sets
• that kinda look like jammies.
• And I needed a couple shirts
• maybe a pair of jeans.
• Yeah
• I got a pair of sweats and called it good.
• Kings sucks.
• Boo Kings.
• And now I gotta go do some laundry
• again.
• I only brought four pairs of underwear you know.
• And you definitely can't get those bad boys at Kings!
  

Wordless Wednesday

Mod Monkey Birthday: Go time!

Anyone want a banana?

All dressed up and ready to party!

The spread…mmm

And it’s not a Coles party without rainbow JellO! Or in this case, blue and yellow JellO!

The centerpiece…

…monkey suckers.

The cake! I got a template here.

I’m almost positive it doesn’t get any cuter than that!

And we can’t forget the home made hot fudge.

It was an amazing day! Almost all of my favorite people were there and we all had yummy food, delish banana splits/sundaes, and an all around good time. Thanks everyone for coming and celebrating with us!