Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Girlfriends

Today I was watching "The Talk." Has anyone watched this yet? It's a talk show with Leah Remini, Sarah Gilbert, Sharon Osbourne, Holly Robinson Peete, and Julie Chen. It's modeled after The View, only much more light hearted. They sit around a table and chat....often talking about personal things, and then they go on to interview a couple of guests.

Anyway, today they started the show talking about junk food cravings. They're were all sitting around the table talking about their junk food cravings, and Leah and Sarah jump up and show what treats they brought for their co-hosts to try. That got me to thinking...how fun would that be? Get a bunch of girlfriends together and sit around a big table....chatting about life, or nothing in particular, and eat some fun junk food? Sounds like my kind of get together. Why doesn't that happen more often? I think us women are crazy busy with jobs, kids, kids activities, husbands, and housework, that we don't make enough time for ourselves. I think we all need more girl time!

I follow a lot of celebrities on Twitter too.

Don't judge!

Don't act like you don't do it too.

Anyway, one celebrity I follow is Alison Sweeney, of Biggest Loser. She and her girlfriends get together once a month for dinner. Dinner is always held at one of the girls' homes. How fun! It's a big pot luck, everyone brings something. The hostess makes the main course. There's dinner, desert...wine, and lots of good conversation! Another great idea!

Having girlfriends is really important. They can provide you with some invaluable advice. A new perspective on a unique situation. They can give you group therapy when it you need it for work, relationships, a loss, etc. They'll tell you the truth even when you don't want to hear it.

Go celebrate with your girlfriends, make time.

Live in the moment!



** No one at "The Talk" knows who I am, nor do they care. I do not know Alison Sweeney personally...I just follow her on Twitter. :)**

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Motivation

I am in dire need of some motivation. Anyone have any I can borrow? I am a master procrastinator....I always have been. I was the one who waited until the last minute to complete an assignment when I was in school. I am the one who waits until the last minute to start cooking dinner. I'm the one who will look at the laundry basket for a week before I put the clean clothes away that are sitting in it.

It's madness really. I know I need to start packing things. May will be here before I know it. I really don't want to be standing here with nothing packed and the new owners knocking on their new door. That might be a little more than embarrassing!

As much as I know what I need to do, I have zero motivation to do it. Or maybe it's just that I'm sentimental and it's hard to let go? I believe the added pressure of a looming deadline always helps. The next couple of months are going to go by so fast. I need to be careful though. Sometimes deadlines and the added personal pressure I add to it backfires. I wonder if procrastination really = laziness in a person? I can be a little lazy....

There are also times where something shifts in my brain and I'm ready to attack what's on my plate. So here we go....off to find some boxes!

A New Roof Over my Head

Today I'm getting a new roof put on the house. It's just a bit noisy. (A lot noisy)
It sounds like someone is going to fall through the ceiling up stairs. I said a prayer in the shower that no one would fall in on me while I was in the middle of showering.

The company I hired came promptly at 7:45 this morning...just before I took the kids to school. When I take the kids to school, I'm a hot looking mess. It's not cute. Really.

Bed head.

PJ's.

You know what you look like when you wake up....it's a little scary, isn't it?

I don't get dressed up to drop my kids off at school. I throw on a jacket or sweatshirt and we're out the door. Since I don't have to walk them into the school, I figure what's the point? Sometimes I come back home and go back to bed. Especially if I'm not feeling good.

So anyway, there were probably 8 big scruffy looking men in the yard setting up shop when the kids and I walked to the car this morning. They got quite a site, with me in my pj's, and hair a mess.

Poor Sam doesn't know what to think. He's stuck to me like glue. He's trying really hard to get me to let him outside...but I can't. He not only might get hit with some debris, he would throw a giant barking fit at all the people on our roof. I wouldn't want him to scare someone off the roof either.

Here's to no more leaks, and a brandy new pretty roof!

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Nathan Kress



Yesterday I spent the day with my little Tater Tot....that's what Zack called her when she was in my belly. He couldn't say Taylor that well, and it came out sounding like Tater....lol. She has been Tater Tot ever since.

Yesterday was pretty exciting for her. I took her to the mall to see Nathan Kress who plays "Freddie Benson" on iCarly. He was doing a meet and greet at the mall and was signing autographs. She thinks he's pretty "hot." I have to agree...he's a cutie patootie!

By the way, where/when did little kids learn to use the term "hot" instead of "cute"????

Oh. My. Lord. It started at 11:30. I got there about 10:15....I should have been there at 8! It was CRAZY! The first 400 got a free picture for him to sign....we were not one of the lucky first 400. :(

Taylor didn't seem to mind much. In fact she made friends with 2 little girls in front of us. As we got closer, they would run up and take a peek of him and come back all giggly. It was pretty darn cute to see.

Since we didn't get a picture, the mom in front of us handed us some cards...we turned them inside out and he could sign on the blank space and then we could put that in a frame. That was so nice of her to share, I really appreciated it. Well Taylor chose the side with the picture on it...oh well, lol.

There were some pretty excited teenagers a few people ahead of us too. One of them went up when Nathan arrived, and got some pictures and brought them back and showed us. One of the girls even texted a picture to me and the mom in front of us. How nice was that!?

There are good people left in the world!!

Once Taylor made it the front of the line, she was pretty calm...a little shy. They shook hands and he signed her card. It moved very quickly to make sure everyone could have a turn. It was a looooooooong wait. I think it was 4 hours total. She was a trooper though, and I'm proud of her for sticking it out! This will surely be a memory she will have forever.

So after our Nathan Kress autograph, we went and had lunch and then came back to Build A Bear. She has always wanted to do this. And since it was a mommy daughter day, I decided yesterday was the day. She had so much fun picking out the bear and going through the process. And guess what they had? An iCarly outfit!




I thought it was pretty cute, and I know we'll have to go back before we leave and do another one...they're really fun!

Yay for mommy daughter days!

Stalkers!

Oh happy joy, I have some stalkers stalking my blog. No, not the weird creepy kind. Unless you consider your in-law family creepy. Which I dunno, you might.

DA DA DUNNNNN. Insert sarcasm here.

Now the random text message yesterday makes sense. And the sudden increase in traffic on my little blog no one in the world reads. I talk to myself pimarly here.

ECHO! ECHOOOOO! ECHOOOOOOOOO!

See?

But now I have a family audience...I know who you are. I also know exactly how you found me. I don't advertise myself just for that reason...joke's on me, huh? Oh well, now you're here...so have a look around. Not much to read really, just my thoughts and the goings on in life at the moment.

So, hello to you.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Truth

Why is it that some people are incapable of telling the truth? The one thing I won't be sorry to leave here in WV is the family drama. And the one person who is responsible for it all. He can take a long walk off a short pier as far as I'm concerned.

This person, was a very close family member who betrayed his family. He chose another path, which ultimately lead to him losing his family. What this person doesn't seem to understand is that as much as he claims to have a story, he doesn't have one. He has a boat load of excuses. That no on wants to hear.

He claims to love my children. He often plays up a pity party to anyone who will listen. Apparently we hide our kids - or he must have forgotten our address and how to get to our home. Or he's just an idiot?

I gave him an opening to come clean last night with the kids...he didn't take it. I know he's moving. I know when. I think I know where. He's getting remarried. I said, you owe it to my kids to tell them you're moving. So he told them, and left it at that. Didn't elaborate. At all. There were no particulars given, or talk of his future plans. I prompted the conversation for a reason. My kids deserve to know what's going on. After essentially disappearing off the map, he owe's this to them. I'm not going to be the one to explain it. He is. And one way or another I'm going to get it out of him in front of them so they can hear it. From his mouth. It's his turn for the tough questions.

This man is their grandfather. It's sad what he's become, or maybe always was. I'm sad for my children. The relationship my kids had with him was a good one previously. They used to worship the ground he walked on.

Too bad he felt he had to leave it all behind.

Again.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Growin Weeds!

No, not THAT kind of weed. I'm talking about my kids. They are growing so fast I can't keep up with them. I washed laundry this past weekend, and Monday morning took a clean pair of jeans out and handed them to Zack. He couldn't button them! So I got another pair of jeans out and handed them over. He couldn't button those either. That left me with one pair that I knew if he couldn't get the others on, this pair had no chance.

Holy. Crap.

Seriously?

So I run to Target yesterday while the kids are at school and pick up two pairs...I should have known the one pair that I get that I like the best is too small. The other pair fits. They're the same size. Two different brands. What gives?

This leads me to the question....WHY can't designers of children's clothes make them all uniform?? Why is it that both size 12 jeans that I bought are NOT the same?? This drives me INSANE! Has it always been like this? I don't remember this as a kid, but I'm sure it was. It just so happens I'm just now running into this in my life. I know adult clothes are like this...but for the love of God, why can't they make kids clothes uniform?? It would make life so much easier!

I guess until I find a solution, I will be doing a lot of laundry.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

First "Date"

Friday evening when Zack came home from school he asked me if it would be ok if he went to a movie with his friend Naomi. They are inseparable at school, but have never hung out one on one. He has been clamoring to go over to her house, but I'm a huge believer in not inviting yourself places. So finally Friday evening, her mom called and asked if it would be ok for him to go with her and her dad to see "Mars Needs Moms." They both liked the movie and had a great time. Awwwwww! It was like a little first chaperoned date. So Cute! I really wanted a picture....but alas, I played it cool. A Facebook friend said I should take the picture anyway! :) Oh well...next time right? I will have to return the favor in the next couple of months.

Naomi is such a nice girl...so cute. Pretty quiet and shy. If you ask either one of them, they are just good friends. They get teased a lot at school for "dating" and it embarrasses both of them. His teacher has told me the hardest part of moving for him will be leaving her. :( Talk about ripping my heart right out!!

Yesterday was another big day for Zack. He got an autograph from a WVU football player at the mall, and then spent the night for the first time away from home at his friends house. He made it all night, I am so proud! I was hoping for a little mommy son date yesterday, but he had places to go and people to see, lol.

My little boy is growing up. Fast!

Friday, March 18, 2011

Is it just me?

Am I the only one in the world with zero sense of direction?? I used the maps app on my iphone today...and I still got lost. What the hell is that about? Geeze. To my defense it kept sending me in the wrong direction...but on the other hand...I couldn't really figure out how to use the thing right. UGH!

Hello, I'm 31 and technically challenged. It's a sad situation! I get so frustrated. I have this ridiculous fear of being lost...which stems from actually being lost when I was younger. (That's another story) It's really a paralyzing fear. After the fact I can see how silly it is, and how silly I must look - but in the moment. WOW. It's what I assume to be much like a panic attack.

I freak out.

It's not cute.

I'm not proud.

It sucks.

What also sucks is the fact that I am holding myself back by it. And I know it. I don't drive where I'm not familiar with. If I don't have a clue where something is, please for the love of God, do not ask me to find it. If someone is with me and can give me directions I'm good to go. I know it's crazy - trust me I know....it's not like I'm going to fall off the planet! Where does my mind think I'll end up?

This fear of mine goes back to when I was younger and learning to drive. The only place I was ever allowed to drive was in town. Never out of town. My hometown is small. Very small. I wasn't allowed to drive on the highway either. I learned that in my drivers ed class.

Of course when I got my license I did go where I wanted....but I limited myself. When I got a job at Starbucks I had to travel to the nearest store, which was an hour away. I don't think I have ever been so nervous over something so silly. I was so excited for the job...but completely dreaded driving to and from. I'd like to say I've gotten better over the years....but not really so much. In a couple of months I'm supposed to drive up to Columbus to chaperon Zack's field trip. I didn't want to ride on the bus...plus I'm taking Taylor too, so I thought I would drive. I was secretly hoping Hubby would be home and we could make a cool weekend out of it....but no such luck.

Time to find some big girl panties and deal....at least that's what I keep telling myself.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Baby Phase 2

Baby phase #2 is complete. Hubby was home over the weekend, and despite me being sick and Taylor having a mysterious cough, a good time was had by all. We went North to see family and go to a bridal shower. Hubby, a cousin and Zack went to get some new soccer gear. Hubby and I had all day Monday together, which was awesome. That never happens. Ever. It was so nice, just to hang out with him.

Hubby and I have talked before about our relationship...we often wonder if we are the odd ones, or if our friends are the odd ones. We truly enjoy one anothers company. We don't really annoy each other much. Sometimes, but not much! We talk a lot. We like to spend one on one time together....we value and even crave it sometimes because our date nights, and general time together is so few and far between. Some friends of ours on the other hand....are quite the opposite. It seems like one spouse drives the other one nuts. They don't really do much just themselves together, nor do they necessarily want to. It seems like they prefer time away from each other.

I don't really understand the point of being married if you don't like to spend time with your partner. Tolerating each other must make couples miserable! Why bother? Is it that they're afraid to be alone? They can't do any better? It makes me sad to be honest. I think a husband and a wife should have a close relationship. They should like each other for crying out loud! Happy couples, create happy environments, who have happy lives. Am I wrong?

Just my .02 cents.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Lemon Chalet Cremes

These are evil evil little cookies. But they are SO DAMN GOOD! I'm of course talking about Girl Scout Cookies. I really hate that the boxes are about half the size of what they used to be...but yet typically cost more. Stupid inflation!

The Lemon Chalet Cremes are my favorite Girl Scout Cookie...most people like the Tagalongs, or the Thin Mints. I'm weird...I like the lemon. I only bought one box this year...and it's already gone. I think I am going to have to go search out more. I'm like a feene. I need my fix. Forget about the other 4 boxes on my counter...I want more of these. What was I thinking about getting a variety?? I think there is an expression that goes something like "variety is the spice of life," or something to that effect.

I guess that could translate into what's going on in my life as well. The variety of moving to a new place, well new old to me, and starting over. It's an adventure, right? I need to keep reminding myself of that. I know I'll love picking new things out for our future home. I'll love sorting things out, and putting them where I want. I know all of us will love visiting new places and even some old ones a little more often.

An adventure.

A challenge

The spice of life!

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Dear Charlie Sheen:

Get a freaking grip. Please for the love of God. For your innocent children. They do not deserve this behavior from their father. You are a crazy ass junky. You don't look well. You're not well. Have you looked in the mirror lately?? You look like death. You're knocking on death's door. Take an honest couple of weeks and get away from everyone, and sober up. Look at the mess you've created, and let someone help you. Actions have consequences. You've cost people their jobs. You've lost your kids. You've lost friends, family. What's next? You're life?

Step away from the internet! And the machetes. And the drugs.

You're NOT "winning" moron!

Drugs are bad kids, drugs are bad.

Monday, March 7, 2011

Strong Woman

The other day one of my best friends and I were talking, and she paid me the sweetest, nicest compliment. I can't even remember what it was we were talking about, but at the end of what ever our discussion/gab session/bitch fest was, she said I was the strongest person she knew.

Wow! It took me by surprise a little. Me? Really? I don't feel like I'm a very strong person. I try my best, but I feel like I fall short a lot, and in a lot of ways. I feel like I should be stronger. I think I should be able to do more. I should be able to do things perfectly and effortlessly. Somewhere, deep down, I know it's not possible.
Maybe I have a good suit of armor that portrays that on the outside to people...I wonder if I really make it look easier than it is? Because it's not easy. At all. There are so many times I feel like I'm going to crack from all the pressure. Especially lately. I do crumble. I do stumble. I do fall. But I have pick myself up and dust myself off, and start over.

It was the nicest compliment I think anyone, aside from hubby, has ever given me. I'm flattered anyone would say that to me. To me, I'm just living life, day to day, trying to get through all the little hurdles and challenges. I don't know any other way. I don't have a choice. This is my life. I have to live it, and I hope people can see I'm doing the best I can.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Bidding War!

A bidding war is what every homeowner wants when selling their house. Today our house was shown three separate times. Made for a long day away, but out of those three separate showings, there were two offers made. I came home in between showing two and three. I had ran to the store and had to put a couple things away. I knew the last showing was my personal realtor and her client, so it was no big deal if I was present while the house was being shown. As soon as she walked in she told me there was a definite offer being made and possibly a second also.

In the time that it took my realtor to show her client my house, the previous realtor came back and handed her the first offer. In my driveway.

Wow. Is this for real? That was fast. Too fast. When my realtor and her client left I was about in tears, when I happened to look outside. I could see the two realtors talking talking to each other. I knew what was coming. I had to do some deep breathing before she came back to the door.

So offer one was good. It's a good solid offer. Offer two just came and it's also another good offer. Offer one is in no rush, and will probably give us until the first week of May. Offer two needs the house ASAP because she is pregnant and only has 8 weeks left. That reminds me so much of where we were when we bought this house. I was pregnant with Taylor then, due at any moment. Fast forward 6 years, and here we are trying to figure out which offer to take to sell our house.

Big, Big decisions to be made.

Hard decisions.

It's real. It's here, whether we like it or not.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

When I grow up

When I grow up I want to be Oprah. Is it too late? Am I too old? Don't laugh...I think she's a brilliant woman. She annoys the crap out of hubby. To the point he can't stand her. I guess it's because she promotes herself on everything. All her magazine covers, etc. She didn't get to where she is today by chance though...it was hard work and a hell of a lot of determination. I admire that.

I've been watching her network (OWN), and I love to watch the behind the scenes show. I am totally all about the behind the scenes. A year ago I went to The View, and was just in awe of how it all comes together. As brilliant as Oprah is, she has several even more brilliant people working for her as a team. It's amazing. That is something that I could be apart of. Not that I have any experience, mind you. But as stressful as it would be, it would have to be fun. They all seem to really love what they do. That's rare now days. I know I will face having to return to work after we've moved...wonder if I will be able to find something unique that I will love?

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

My house is officially for sale




And all I want to do is rip the sign out of the yard and throw it down the street...wait, scratch that. I would like to put it in the neighbor's yard. Hahaha...evil yes...but he deserves it for being a doushebag. He's the neighborhood scrooge....word around the street is he is letting his son have the house now. Yeah, every 21 year old kid needs a big house to worry about, right?

But...I digress. The sign went in the yard on the 28th of February. Yesterday! The house officially went into the "system" today. The house was shown for the first time this evening! To say this is going to be a whirl wind is an understatement. I'm not ready...I don't think I could ever be ready. I just have to roll with it, so roll with it I will.