Say it isn’t so!

I can’t believe that 3 years ago today I gave birth to my “baby”. Where o’ where has the time gone? And while I certainly wish he was still that little baby with that baby smell, I’m so proud of all that he’s become and his quirky personality. He’s definitely a handful and keeps us on our toes, but I wouldn’t trade the brat for the world!

Three Years Of Michael

http://www.onetruemedia.com/shared?p=5dc43d28ef4371e4f6a24c&skin_id=601&utm_source=otm&utm_medium=text_url

excuse the link, for some reason I couldn’t get it to put the video in wordpress…..

Thanks asshat

Ya you, the asshat at Style America that fucked up my hair…. good thing it grows fast and doesn’t look THAT bad…….  never never again am I going there…..  I’ll go pay out my ass at Regis!

Britney Spears

He lost his freakin underwear!  How does a 4y/o manage to do that, he was just wearing them, and they’re white… our carpet is dark green!?  His new nickname for the night is Britney Spears.

 

btw… they’ve been found, by mom.  He’s still BS for the night tho.

I’ve been bad….

I’ve been a bad bad blogger.  And I have no excuses.  I’m just lazy what can I say.   But today is a great day… It’s tax day!  And we finally e-filed our taxes last night! Whew.  Nothing like procrastinating!  But what can I say?  It’s what we do best!  Now I just can’t wait til the day it’s deposited in our bank acct!  Can we time to SHOP?!  Of course…. after we dig out of debt.  10 more days, just 10 more days…..

Baiting Other Consumers

Errr, bag of crap!  It’s a woot off bitches!  And since I’ve been wooting (the last 2yrs) I freaking finally got a bag of crap (3 to be exact)!  This is the 3rd set of BOC’s sold today.  So there’s bound to be more.  Not sure if I’ll chance it though.  Still waiting on my screaming monkey from the last woot off to be shipped, it’s been almost 4 days, bastards!

Woot!

Must repeat….

I love my children

I love my children

I love my children

I love my children

I love my children

I love my children

I love my children

I love my children

I love my children

I love my children

I love my children

I love my children

I love my children

they were both up before 6am thanks to freakin hubby blasting the damn TV because he’s so friggin deaf and now it’s not even 9am and mommy NEEDS a drink…. It’s 5 o’clock somewhere right? 

Oh and our satellite it out.  I’m pretty sure God hates me today.

growth spurt?

Please say yes!  He’s only 2.5 and I don’t want him to eat like this forever……

So far he’s had:

 2.5 cheese sticks

1 cup of milk

1 cup of sweet tea (he gets 1 a day)

and THREE slices of chocochip muffin quick bread

 Where in the hell is he putting this all??? 

Start to a wonderful day…..

First, I spend a good 30mins reading about a bunch of women shitting their pants, crying because I’m lauging so hard.  Then I’m attempting to get Punk 2 a sippy of milk,  Punk 1 comes in and says,

“Look, I’m an alien.” 

Me: “yay, ok”

P1: “Mommy looook, my nose!”

Me: “huh?  oh Jesus kid, why did you put that in your nose?  Crap!  Come here and blow really hard.”  Out shoots a piece to a damn playmobil car.  “Aliens don’t put things in their noses and niether do you!”

And then I turn around to find the unattended P2 attempting to reach up and put the lid on his sippy full of milk. Sippy is up on the stove, he can barely reach the top of the sippy, milk ALMOST goes everywhere. But alas, mommy saves the day. 

 Oh and this was ALL before 8am.  And seriously, what in the hell possesses kids to stick shit up their noses??????

Going Domestic

Spring is in the air here in N. FL and I’m going from lazy stay at home mom to green and thrifty domesticated housewife. 

 This weekend we (mostly M with me supervising) finally got our clothesline up.  Now we won’t be runnning the dryer 24/7.  It wasn’t nearly as easy as he thought it would be and required 2 trips to Ace Hardware and a trip to McD’s for lunch.  It’s up and one side is done.  We need some more pulley’s for the other side of it.  Hopefully this will help cut down on the power bill.

 We also don’t have an ice maker and never enuff room in the freezer for a big ol’ bag of ice. So we (err, M) dug out the ice trays and I cleaned them this morning.  Now they’re in the freezer so I won’t have to listen to M whine about not having ice cubes for his “iced” tea.

 Before we know it.. I’ll be sweeping, mopping and doing God knows what else!

Meet Fido

Fido is Punk #1’s imaginary pet. I’m not quiet sure, exactly, what kind of pet he is but he’s his pet and apparantly he can fly and ride on top of our car.  I’ll have to get you a picture of him soon. 

Anyways, I guess last week while doing dishes Fido was sick and had to go to the dr (weird fact about Punk #1, he LOVES going to the dr’s, but only because they have a train table (germ infested) in the waiting room, nevermind we have one here as well, wtf?).  He was driving there of course, he has his own car.  And on the way he, well, he lost his head.  Wanna know how?  The Beavers.  Yep, it’s all the Beaver’s fault.  You see, the beavers were cutting down a tree and it fell on Fido and his head fell off.  BUT, he’s okay now.  And he’s in our backyard hunting elephants, elk and moose.  Punk #1 thinks he needs to assist Fido. 

 At least he has a vivid imagination, right?

P.S.  We can thank The Upside Down Show and myFIL for Fido, who was formally known as Little Fella.