Talking Out My Yipper

And I feel a little bummed about that. We got a dog and secretly I was hoping for some Marley & Me action so that I could post hilarious blogs about her bad behavior and become rich & famous. But instead Sam is a GOOD GIRL! (can I get a break, seriously?!) Boobs knows I ***HATE*** pet stores, shelters and even zoos honestly but it was Father's Day and I agreed that we could do whatever he wanted, all day (Note to Self: never do that again). So he suggested lunch (good), then the mall (better) then the Humane Society (sucky mcsuckith). I agreed to this day so I HAD to go. I have to mentally prepare, or just chain smoke outside the ratty gates, but I do enter and let me tell you (as if you don't already know) it's sad, it's stinky, it's loud. The very first dog we saw was the one we brought home but first... Can I just say... HOW MANY DAMN CATS CAN THIS WORLD HAVE FOR THE LOVE Ahhhh?! They are packed in like sheep. They are laying on eachother like hats and bl

So, I wasn't going to blog about my drunken stuppor over the weekend but after 48 straight hours of a hangover and a day in bed reading aDay in the Wife, from the beginning, I decided, screw it. Whatever. My friend Stacey from "Upnorth" came for her monthly visit b/c it was SO HER TURN and when her son cried all night long the last sleepover we had here...we were due for a do-over. AND DO-OVER WE DID! It started with a photoshoot then some shopping. I should have known what kind of shape I would be in in the morning when I thought buying a pink mini skirt and a retro Madonna shirt was a good idea... After going home to change into above mentioned outfit, just the two of us went to dinner. Let me just say that I had only about 4 bites of dinner followed by the waitress kindly informing me that the two Long Islands she had already served me were the limit. TIME TO GO. So we had already decided earlier that after dinner we would go get Boobs and head to our local dive for so

Before Will can even wipe the sleep from his eyes, he is walking into the livingroom, asking for me to turn off the Today Show so he can play "tv games" aka Playstation. This morning he asked if he could have candy for breakfast and when I said "no, let's go look at your choices," he quickly zeroes in on the syrup and wants to "drink" syrup for breakfast. When we looked in the fridge, I see he has randomly moved the mustard to the butter compartment and the butter all the way to the back. He gets his granola bar, and like with everything, he asks if those are just his. What his obsession is with things being because of him or just for him, idk?! He's also gotten back into the habit of asking me everytime I enter the house after being gone without him "what'd you get for me?" This weekend his 14 y.o. sister got a new cell phone and he got her old one. He's pissed b/c it isn't "real." What ever happened to pretend and

Yesterday I was going to blog about my life-altering PERIOD that I received (only having one a year brings on quite the FLOW) LOL! But I will spare you all the details. Instead...yesterday I spent the day running errands with my kids and some things happened that got me thinking and laughing, at the same time. We were in need of royal blue attire for Emily, who is trying out for cheerleading next week. Do you KNOW how hard it is to find royal blue stuff for cheerleading that won't have her ass or boobs hanging out like some little hussy -AND- it's cute and doesn't scream "I'M FROM THE BOY'S DEPARTMENT!" ???? Well, let me tell you: it was hard. But not impossible and we did come away with some cuteness. (I think Em should make the team just on her looks, but who am I to say?!) Then I had to get Will new flip flops b/c his gunboats are ginormica & he was walking around in last years model complete with his heels hanging off the back (mother of the year,

A few weeks ago, I was finishing Eclipse, that I got from the library, and THEY DIDN'T HAVE BREAKING DAWN (the next book in the series)!! There were like 78 holds on the first copy returned and that meant it could be DAYS before I could continue my Edward-loving haze-like daydream/reality-to-me saga!! And we couldn't have that much time go by people! So, I went down to my local Target store and bought the book after asking what their return policy was on books. Turns out you get 90 days with a receipt for a full refund. SCORE! I wouldn't need 9 days lady!! So I bought the book for like $15, read it, returned it and didn't feel bad AT ALL about it. Is that wrong? Who cares! I got my Edward-fix and that's all I cared about. THEN... Lastnight, I got the itch again! I felt dangerous. I felt like a crack head needing another fix. I felt unstoppable. I went to Target again ready to buy a book, read, return, repeat... except this time, my 14 y.o. stepdaughter wanted to go

Instead of thinking about soldiers & wars & sacrifice yesterday, I thought a lot about myself... sort of remembering me & what I like. I know it's self-centered... why do you think I didn't broadcast it to all the family I was around?! Also, my son's preschool marched in the parade & there was A LOT of waiting around for the line-up so my mind wondered. EXCUSE ME! I like a quilt on my feet when they are hot. Something about the soft, cool fabric makes me smile. I hate when a good book ends. Who knows when I will find the next one?? It could be DAYS! I love taking pictures with my new sLr camera. But I'm afraid others won't like them b/c ultimately I would like to sell them. I giggle inside when I hear my son laugh, like really belly-laugh. I could veg-out in front of the tv constantly, if everyone would let me :) I don't like being hot and sweating...so having a pool now is wonderful! I feel like I might actually enjoy summer this year. I just re