Coffee....

So my entire pregnancy I limited my caffeine intake to as little as possible. Which meant no coffee and maybe 3 diet cokes the entire 9 months. I forgot how much I love that coffee. Bailey was an eating machine last night, and so the sleep I got was sitting up on the couch with a baby attached to me. So this morning I made a pot of coffee and decided I would drink a couple cups....yeah next thing I know the pot is gone and I am contemplating making a 2nd pot. I did not...but I will tell you this much, it was lovely to drink coffee and relax this morning. I just do not want this to turn into an everyday thing, but I could see it very easily happening.

O.K. end of coffee rant!

Borrowed time...

So I witnessed death first hand for the first time last night. We had a man brought in the the ER in cardiac arrest. They were not able to regain a heartbeat.

Moments like that just make me reflect on life, what would happen to my boys, my husband, my life. How would my kids remember me, know that I loved them. Who would make their boo-boo's all better with a single kiss and hug. So even though Brendan and Nathan make me want to scream, I am happy that I am hear to experience that. I don't mind cleaning up the living 50 times a day, because God has allowed me another day to watch my boys love life. Basically we are all on borrowed time, no one is guaranteed a tomorrow. So live every moment, like it was your last.

It makes me recall on of my favorite phrases.

"Love as if you have never been hurt. Dance like no one is watching. Sing like no one is listening. And live everyday as if it were your last"

Male rooster, industrial sealant or male body part?

The wonders of a child's brain... and how it works!!...

I woke up this morning to a very interesting conversation with my 4 year old day care kid.

DC kid: I like these white walls( my bedroom walls) I want white walls in my room at home, and then someday I want to paint my room red.

Me(slowly waking up) Hmm those sound like nice colors...

DC kid: Yeah and I also want a Toy Cock

Me (totally awake now) you want a toy male rooster?

DC kid: No a toy cock!!

Me: Umm..ok (avoiding the next question that came to mind(think male body part)

About an hour after this happened her mom shows up and I ask her

Me:Do you know why your daughter would ask for a toy cock?

DC' s Mom: (with a startled look on her face) said No!

ME: Told her above story

DC's Mom: Chuckles and tells me about how they were cocking parts of her husbands trailer(caulking) over the weekend, and after they were done the mom ended up with some of the brown caulking on her finger The following conversation in sued... (Mom=M. Daughter=D)

D: Is that chocolate?
M: No its cocking
D: I don't like soft brown caulking, I like hard brown caulking...

The mom then tells me she had to leave the trailer in order to laugh...lol!!

Today's the day!

Today is the day I have been waiting 8 months for! My husband and I will be reunited and getting started on our life in Texas! I can't wait! My parents aren't happy. My stepdaughters aren't happy (they are not going with us). My friends are not happy. I can't find anyone to talk about it with. My BTBBC friends are about it. A chapter in my life is closing where other people dictate what I say and do. We'll be able to do what we want and when we want. It's going to be glorious....

When someone dies....

Why do you think it effects me so much when someone I have never met in my life dies.

As you might have seen on the news...Leroi Moore, the saxaphonist from the Dave Matthews Band died on Tuesday. I have been absolutly heart sick about this...

But why? I never met the man, and even though they are my favorite band the way my heart feels about him passing, it is as though someone close to me is gone.

It is weird, when I hear about celebrities passing, like Bernie Mac last week, I always feel very sad about it.

Anytime before Keith always just looks at me and asks, Why? Why does it make me sad...and I have to ask myself that same question...

"Where do we go next....the nut farm" Yes we do!!!

So I got Sammy a Dora big sister dvd to give to her when the baby comes...

She is in love and wants to watch it everyday...no biggie.

I am sitting here today and Dora is yelling in my ear, being all pushy " Say Backpack, Say Backpack"

They are trying to get home cause Dora's mom is having a baby " A BABY, A BABY"

They have to go through the spooky forest, and by the nut farm to get to Dora's house.....I will tell you this much they might as well drop me at the nut farm if I have to watch this again!

My ass I'm outside your delivery zone

UGH.. I'm so freaking pissed at Jimmy Johns right now... How the mighty have fallen in my eyes... Fuckers are not even 5 minutes from my house and they're telling me that I'm outside of their delivery range and they won't deliver to me. Ummm. I've been having you deliver to my house since your store opened up at the beginning of the summer. Don't mess with my avo spread... The manager was yelling at me and I got super pissed and then he finally put me on the phone with his general manager who said that he would drive to my address and see what the distance was and if it's within 5 minutes, they'll add our address. Fuckers. Who the hell doesn't deliver spitting distance from their location?? Such bullshit... Now I'm screwed for lunch because the only thing that I want is a freaking jimmy johns sandwich and they won't accommodate me. Take your delicious roast beef sandwich and shove it in your gas tank.

woot!

Tonight is my last night of working midnights if I can help it. I know that they have a mini party planned for me. How do I know this? Because of the numerous amount of questions regarding whether or not I will be there. I had quit this job back in December to work for Hospice. It didn't work out and a month later I went back to the nursing home. When I quit in December I didn't canceled my last day and they had a mini party planned for me then. There was a big ice storm and I wasn't risking my life to get to work that night.

The stress of moving is starting to get to me. More so because of the house. I'm worried about it all. The packing and the moving is just way to much. I don't care to ever do this again.

The first day

So today is the first day I am home by myself with both kiddos. I am not sure if it is because Bailey is such a good sleeper, or because I am feeling so motivated, but I am getting stuff done!

I got a load of laundry washed, and it is in the dryer right now. I did all the dishes, and got a shower!

I have dinner planned for tonight!

I am feeling very accomplished.....and I hope it continues and I can keep the energy up!!!

I knew he was metrosexual but COME ON!

The almost four year old decided to use his yogurt as hair gel. Pomade if you will. He was using it to separate and define his style. Why? Well because it was handy I suppose and pink. He enjoys things that are pink. He enjoys hair products and makeup. Oh and Listerine. He begs for Listerine. I admire his vanity actually. I am sitting here in a nursing cami and pajama bottoms. Some have asked if I worry about his sexuality. I always laugh out loud and say ''Hell No''. I just hope he helps me out when I need fashion advice. (which with the above described ensemble of the day I clearly already need his advice)

Why did I think having a dog would be fun?

As most of you know we inherited DBF's(Justin) childhood dog(Sofie) from his mother on mother's day this year. Everything was going fine, minus the excessive dog hair that comes with a shedding lab during warm weather. Then two weeks ago Sofie started loosing fur right around her tail area. We examined her and found an open wound. Justin then took her to the vet and she was diagnosed with a skin infection and shaved so that the wound could get air, as well as given pills to help heal the wound.(We spent $82 dollars at the vet, for pills the visit and the shaving)
Side note:
We are guessing that there is something in our grass that is not agreeing with a labs fur, Justin's brothers dog had the same problem when they were living with us last winter.

Back to the story:
Well it started to heal and so DBF stopped giving her the meds and instead of the wound continuing to heal it has gotten a HECK of a lot worse. In fact it reaches up her back past the front of her back left leg, and is still slightly bloody. It doesn't help that the dog gnaws on that area and scratches every where else every chance she gets. Which we can always tell when she is gnawing because there is a distinct sound that comes with that process. Oh ... I forgot to mention that this wound and the gnawing and scratching triples the amount of hair that collects on my floor, my clothes and the toddler, even after vacuuming.

I keep telling Justin that we need to get Sofie one of those cone like dog collars, but he says it wouldn't stop her she would find a way to get to the spot no matter what it took. But I still think it would help my sanity and my vacuum if we invested or invented one of our own.

OH CRAP... that remind me I need to find out if Justin gave her the pill this morning?
Oh good he did!!

Here's the wound today:

Crap... What did I just start

A purple dinosaur has just landed in my living room for the first time because I wasn't quick on the draw after Sesame Street... The terrorist is hooked. Crap. I'm having flashbacks to my younger siblings obsessions with Barney and shuddering...

Crap, I tried changing the channel, but the toddler crack has entered his system... I'm screwed.

Let's get it started in here....

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