Busy, busy week

Monday - I turned 31, and Blondie and I drove to Cincinnati. So I could meet Katie and Nymph. I had so much fun. Katie is too kind. She invited us all to her house. I feel bad for leaving her house the way we did. The toy room was a mess, and there were cracker crumbs every where. Katie, I apologize for not helping clean up the mess before we left.

The kidlets are even more adorable in real life. Zayden was all smiles, and cute as can be. Joshia is an excellent big brother, very protective. The twins are talkers. They gave me a rundown on how many people they know that share names. 4 Kyles, 4 Emilys etc. Kelly cracked me up the most. She had to taste every piece of cheese. Kyle and Zack look so much alike, almost like twins. The kidlets were all very well behaved, and played very well together. I have pics, but I must wait until I am home to post them.

Katie is almost exactly how I pictured her. Nymph wasn't as talkative as I expected, but she is funny as hell. She used 'jumped the shark' in conversation. That struck me as very funny. It's the little things.

Both were very nice, and I would love to see them again. Maybe next summer.

Tuesday - My crazy aunt Sylvia and cousin Beth stopped by to see me. Beth, whom I haven't seen in about 5 years, told me at least four times in 20 minutes that she loves me. I think she really misses me.

DH called to wish me a Happy Belated birthday. And to inform me that he may get to take leave in September. That was great news.

Wednesday - Blondie, myself and the kidlets went to visit my grandma. She is the sweetest person ever, but she will never ever come right out and say what she wants. She hints. This is annoying.

She hinted for the longest time that she wanted one of the new bread stick crust Pizza Hut pizzas. This was after she made pizza rolls for the kidlets. We ordered the new bread stick crusty pizza, I don't recommend it. Needless to say, the kidlets did not eat because they were full from the pizza rolls.

Thursday - The mother of an old friend came to visit. She is a weirdo. She brought her grand daughter and her dying cat with her. Her cat died while she was here. We stared in disbelief as we listened to her mull over what to do with the carcass.

Later, CJ took me, Satan and Fang to the House of Japan. Tater refused to go. He is so starved for male attention, I will have to physically remove him from my dads butt before we leave. That will be fun. Dinner was delicious. Satan enjoyed the show, and now wants to eat every meal with chop sticks. She also thinks that Grandma should set something on fire so we can clap.

Friday-We watched TV and DVDs. My mom has shocked the hell out of me with her taste in entertainment. Her favorite shows are Simple Life, Pimp My Ride and Big Brother.

Saturday-We took the kidlets to Chuck E. Cheese's. Satan was singing a made up song about Chucke being a good friend, a really good friend. All the way to Chuck E. Cheese's. Once we got there and were sitting down to eat, Chuck E. comes out to meet the children. Satan screamed at the top of her lungs, "go away Chuck E., I don't like you!" heh

After that fun filled afternoon. We went shopping. I love shopping in a larger city. Clearance bargains are every where. I bought 3 sets of Carter's pajamas for Fang for $2.49 a pair at Sears. I can't find prices like that in small town USA. I have spent very little money, yet Tater is all set for school. He now has a large suitcase full of new clothes.

I only have two days left. It's bitter sweet. I'm ready to go home because my family is driving me insane, yet I long to stay.

Life in the country

Let me start off by saying, I hate dial up. My parents don't yet know the joy of high speed internet. I think I am slowly wearing them down. Perhaps by the next time I come to visit, they will have road runner installed.

Over the weekend, I made a crazy judgment call. I took the kidlets to KY to visit the in-laws. I only did it to keep DH happy. Don't worry, he is well aware that he owes me big time.

It was better than expected. Marie was on her best behavior, and didn't piss me off once. She was even kind enough to take Tater to the mall. Where she purchased him several new outfits for school. Clothes that she let Tater pick out. Tater is most happy because he now has what he considers cool clothes. And I am very happy that I don't have to buy quite so much for school.

The kidlets had a great time. Satan went to the barn every day to feed the calf. She also fed the cats and chickens. She wanted to feed the pigs, but the in-laws don't own pigs. She is a little farm girl in the making. Fang learned a few new words, quack and duck. He now things that all feathered friends are ducks. He will point to pigeons, chickens, blue jays, geese, etc. and say, "duck, quack quack, quack."

The kids got to go to the lake to take a ride on Uncle Patrick's boat. Which they loved. We also went to the pool to swim. I am the only one that ended up with a sun burn. Why is it that after putting sun block on 3 kids, I manage to forget to put it on myself?

We took all 6 kids to Sears for a group picture. The photographer was amazing with children. She managed to get all 6 kids looking in the same direction, they were smiling and they had their eyes open. I am anxiously waiting for these pictures.

I can't hear you.

Satan really enjoyed flying. She was fascinated with everything. She looked at everything and everyone with amazement. The only thing that bothered her was her ears. They were stopped up, and she didn't know what to do. To inform me of her problem, she held her ears and yelled, "mommy, I can't hear you!"

Goldfish crackers and a Dora book should be part of every survival bag. Every time Fang became restless, I pulled out the Goldfish crackers. Then we read Dora. Actually we pointed at Dora and sang the back pack song, or the Do Do Do Dora song. I am certain that I annoyed the hell out of the passengers around me. My singing is pitiful, and my choice of music wasn't much better. But at least Fang wasn't screaming at the top of his lungs. That would have been much worse.

Tater was super lucky. He got to sit next to two other children that were close to his age. They chatted the entire time about cartoons and things. The very chatty flight attendant thought that I was mother to all 5 children. Heh! I quickly informed her that I was not quite that crazy. The other two children were well behaved, but come on. A person would have to be out of their fucking mind to travel alone with 5 children. Who am I trying to kid? I'm out of my fucking mind for traveling alone with 3 children.

So really, how am I to judge what equals crazy?

Thank you stranger

We made it to Ohio all in one piece.

The traveling wasn't too bad, but damn the Dallas airport is huge. Stranger was sitting in front of me on the plane from Killeen to Dallas. He asked if he could help carry something. I told him it wasn't necessary, he either didn't hear me or didn't care. Because he snatched up Fang's car seat, and carried it down the steps and into the airport. At this point he hands me the car seat, and I thank him.

I'm struggling to carry a large diaper bag, Fang and the car seat. We get to the bus when Tater says, "Mom, didn't we have a stroller?" Doh! I have to turn around and head back to the gate to locate my stroller. When out of nowhere, stranger appears with my stroller. I strap Fang into the stroller and head back towards the bus that will take me to the other terminal. Sounds easy and fun, doesn't it?

Stranger was on the bus. We make small talk. He informs me that he is active duty Army on his way to Los Angeles to visit. I tell him that DH is active duty Army in Iraq, and we are on our way to OH for a visit.

I think he felt sorry for me because once our bus arrived at the terminal, he snatched up the car seat once again. I tell him we need to go to gate A-19, and that it isn't necessary for him to carry my things. He insist. So off we walked to gate A-19. Me, three loud kids and stranger. Isn't it great to know that there are kind strangers willing to lend a hand? It gives me renewed hope for the future.

In the future

I'm blogging into the future again. I think I'm so cool now that I figured that out. This provides further evidence of what a goober I really am.

I am now going to finish packing. Maybe. Wish me luck.

I miss the food, not the family.

I'm almost completely packed now. Yay for me. But I made a huge mistake. I drank way too many Cokes. Now I'm riding out a caffeine high. I need to be in bed. Sleeping. But no, I'm ready to bounce off the walls. I'm going to be very tired and grouchy. Feel sorry for the kidlets, and strangers at the air port.

I was beginning to get panicked. I couldn't find my bathing suit. I'm not in the mood to bathing suit shop. Nothing like looking at your pudgy self in a full length mirror to ruin a perfectly good vacation. I would much rather spaz about the extra weight when I get back home. Maybe this time I will stick to a diet.

There is no sense in trying to diet now. Because I am going to eat my weight in fresh Krispy Kreme doughnuts (It saddens me to think that the only Krispy Kreme's that I can get here are stale gas station ones.) I also must have White Castle, Plank's, Donatos, Zamarelli's Pizza and huge quantities of my grandma's fudge. It's not my family or even OH that I miss. No, I miss the food. Lot's of wonderful, delicious, tasty food that I can not get here in central TX.

I hope my clothes still fit at the end of my vacation.

crazy pills

So instead of locating my misplaced suitcases. I am playing with my blog. If I put tomorrow's date, will the entry show up now or tomorrow?

Since I'm here, I will share this blond moment brought to you by DH.

DH hasn't been feeling well lately. Tired, ran down and achy. He went to see the doc. They aren't sure what is wrong with him, but they did give him some Celebrex for his achy joints.

DH called and our conversation went something like this.

Me- How are you feeling? Still achy?

DH- Yeah, I went back to sick hall, and they gave me celebrex. Aren't those crazy pills?

Me (rolling on floor with laughter)- No, dipshit. Those are for arthritis.

DH- I remember the commercial, and I think they are crazy pills.

Me (speaking slowly)- No, they are not crazy pills. Celebrex is for arthritis.

Me (now sarcastic) But I think you should go back to sick hall and see about getting some crazy pills.

DH (sarcastically)- Ha ha ha. You're not as funny as you look.

Me-Oh, but I am. heh

FWIW DH and I do speak to each other like this all the time. It's true love, I tell ya.

* I just checked. My entry isn't showing up. That's good to know. Because now I can blog into the future.

The wedding.

I'm still not packing. Because it just occurred to me that I forgot to blog about the wedding.

Hoochie and Tony are now married. For a few weeks in fact. I missed it. I'm still waiting on pictures. CJ was the wedding photographer. Because she is pretty good with a camera, and no one wanted to pay for a professional. Perhaps this will lead CJ on a new career path. Since she is miserable at her current job.

Anywho, the wedding was great, or so I heard. It took place at a lovely park. Where another family was having a family reunion. This part cracks me up. The other family pulled up lawn chairs and watched the wedding. All the while snapping pictures. Afterwards, they (the other family) followed into the building where the reception was. Where they also snapped pictures of the cake, the decorations etc.

All I can say is, their family must be hella boring. Or my family is so freakish and circus like that strangers feel the need to snap pics in order to prove their own normalcy. I'm betting that it was reason #2. heh

To blog

I should do this blog thing more often. I really have lots to say. But finding the time, otherwise know as pulling myself away from the forum drama is hard to do. Then there is the fact that I write something to only shut the browser with out saving. *doh* Or I type up something then delete it because it wasn't my best work. Which is really the most laughable reason considering that I have no best work.

So my mid summer resolution is to blog. But don't expect much until after the first of August. Because I'm going on vacation. Right at this very moment I should be cleaning out the fridge and packing. Instead I sit here wondering why I don't blog more often. You guess it, I am the Queen of procrastination. It's quite amazing really that I get anything accomplished.

I need hugs and deep woods off.

Damn the mosquitos! My legs are covered in mosquito bites. I want to scratch. I must not scratch. The itching is driving me insane.

Because of the increased amount of rain this year. The mosquitos are hella bad. Yesterday I mowed the grass. Since it was morning (almost lunch time) mosquitos were not on my mind. Hence the reason I did not liberally spray myself with Off. Now my poor legs are covered in mosquito bites. And I am miserably trying to not scratch them.

I'm going on vacation. Woo Hoo!

I'm doing my happy dance because I'm going on vacation. I am not looking forward to traveling by myself with 3 rambunctious kidlets. But on the bright side, I'm sure my traveling adventures will lead to many great blog entries.

Where am I going? To the The Heart of it All . I will be spending 2 fun filled weeks at my parents house. It's a little place that I like to call hell.

My mother has purchased plane tickets for us. Isn't that nice? She can be quite nice, when she isn't bitching at me. I have been told that she can't wait to see me. Um, yeah, whatever. I know the real reason she splurged on the tickets was so she could get her hands on the kidlets. I'm not going to complain, too much. I am going to complain a little. heh

I am looking forward to my vacation. A break will do me some good. I have been very grouchy lately. Yesterday, I yelled at the kidlets. Not my normal slightly raised voice yell. Nope, it was one of those loud enough for the neighbors to hear. They all think I'm crazy. So I'm sure that much gossip has ensued, and CPS has been added to their speed dials.

CJ has promised to take me out. Let me enjoy the night life once again, if only for a few hours. My mother has agreed to keep all the kidlets. She may change her mind when she sees what a mama's boy Fang is.

I also hope to make a side trip to Cincinnati to see two of my forum friends, Sandy and Katie.

Snoop Dog Style

I love Snoop Dogg. So I'm am giving you the oportunity to view my blog Snoop Dogg style.

Here is yesterdays entry in Snoop Dogg fashion. heh

Are yo' ass frisky?

I had go get a new ID card n' shit. Not a chore I wuz looking forward , but that shiznit had be done, know what I'm sayin'? I knew I would be sitting in a waiting room fo' far longer than 3 kids would enjoy n' shit.

I hate going on post." Because I am such a dumbass I always decide go when that shiznit's busy, like right after lunch n' shit. Which means, I had sit in a long ass line n' shit. Then flash my 'bout expire ID card just get on post, know what I'm sayin'? I finally get on post, 'n locate da place that I need be, know what I'm sayin'? Wouldn't yo' ass know that shiznit, da parking lot wuz full, know what I'm sayin'? I had drive around fo' 10 minutes just find a place park n' shit. All that time Satan is talking non-stop, 'n I'm trying not scream, know what I'm sayin'?

"Mommy, is this where my daddy works?"

"Yes, when tha dude is crib, this is where Daddy works." "

"Mommy, I see my daddy over there, know what I'm sayin'? "

"No yo' ass don't. Your Daddy is in Iraq." "

"Mommy, are we in Iraq?"

"No n' shit. We are in Texas, know what I'm sayin'? "

"Mommy, why are we in Texas?'

"Because we live here." "

"Mommy, why do we live in TX." " I think I let out a scream at this point, know what I'm sayin'?

Of course da only parking space that I could find wuz izzall da way at da end of da row n' shit. I had walk a long way wit three kidlets, in this miserable TX heat." Good thing I remembered bring da stroller." Once inside, things started looking up because I wuz da first in line, know what I'm sayin'? How could things go wrong now? I has bad luck, that's how, know what I'm sayin'?

Why can't these things ever be simple? I don't has a power of attorney, but I do has a copy of da orders." I wuz told that this wuz izzall that wuz needed, 'n that shiznit would be easy 'n painless n' shit. I wuz lied , know what I'm sayin'?

I get up da desk, 'n da first thing I am asked is, "Do yo' ass has a copy of yo' power of attorney?"

"No, I wuz told that shiznit wasn't needed." "

"We usually require a power of attorney n' shit. "

"There ain't much I can do 'bout that, as yo' ass can see from da orders my husband is in Iraq n' shit. "

"Yes, I can see that, but a POA is required, know what I'm sayin'? "

I am cursing under my breath at this point, know what I'm sayin'? And 'bout 15 muthas has already been give numbers 'n told sit down 'n wait, know what I'm sayin'? This means that I am no longer first, 'n izzall da seats in da waiting area are full, know what I'm sayin'? GRRRRRRRR! Finally, I am given a paper fill out, 'n told wait n' shit. Someone will call my name shortly, know what I'm sayin'? After waiting fo' an eternity, 'n never hearing my name called n' shit. I go up da front desk ax if I am going be afiable get my ID today, know what I'm sayin'? Because my name has yet be called." I wuz quickly informed that they never call out names, they go by numbers." So now I am given a number, which once again puts me at da end of da line n' shit. I hate waiting n' shit. I hate that shiznit n' shit. I hate that shiznit." I hate that shiznit n' shit.

This time while I'm waiting, I am assaulted wit stupidity." Staff Sgt, know what I'm sayin'? Fuckhead sits down beside me, 'n suddenly tha dude is over taken wit a dumbass attack n' shit. Which causes tha dude's ass touch Fang n' shit. Fang is mama's boy, 'n tha dude does not allow strangers touch tha dude's ass, know what I'm sayin'? So tha dude screams at da top of tha dude's lungs, which causes everyone stare, know what I'm sayin'? It also prompts a nosey old bat ax me, "yo' ass 'n yo' husband gots be frisky?" Huh? What da hell kind of person ax a stranger that?

I just looked at her like brizzle had 3 heads, know what I'm sayin'? Which is apparently hella similar my 'please continue annoy da hell out of me' look." So brizzle kept talking, "What, is there 9 or 10 months between yo' shorties?" I be like, "Um no, know what I'm sayin'? It's really none of yo' business, but due da extra large size of da wee one." I can easily see how yo' ass would jump that hella wrong conclusion." Satan is three 'n a half, while Fang is only 15 months old." "

Even after my rude explanation, which should has shut her up, know what I'm sayin'? She kept on talking n' shit. I hate stupid muthas."

Shortly after that my number wuz called, know what I'm sayin'? I only had sit there fo' two hours get a ID card that expired Feb 17, 2005. At which point, I am supposed use my handy dandy teleporter get DH from Iraq TX n' shit. Because tha dude's presence is needed at da ID office n' shit. UGH!

Are you frisky?

I had to go get a new ID card. Not a chore I was looking forward to, but it had to be done. I knew I would be sitting in a waiting room for far longer than 3 kids would enjoy.

I hate going on post. Because I am such a dumbass I always decide to go when it's busy, like right after lunch. Which means, I had to sit in a long ass line. Then flash my about to expire ID card just to get on post. I finally get on post, and locate the place that I need to be. Wouldn't you know it, the parking lot was full. I had to drive around for 10 minutes just to find a place to park. All that time Satan is talking non-stop, and I'm trying not to scream.

"Mommy, is this where my daddy works?"

"Yes, when he is home, this is where Daddy works."

"Mommy, I see my daddy over there."

"No you don't. Your Daddy is in Iraq."

"Mommy, are we in Iraq?"

"No. We are in Texas."

"Mommy, why are we in Texas?'

"Because we live here."

"Mommy, why do we live in TX." I think I let out a scream at this point.

Of course the only parking space that I could find was all the way at the end of the row. I had to walk a long way with three kidlets, in this miserable TX heat. Good thing I remembered to bring the stroller. Once inside, things started looking up because I was the first in line. How could things go wrong now? I have bad luck, that's how.

Why can't these things ever be simple? I don't have a power of attorney, but I do have a copy of the orders. I was told that this was all that was needed, and it would be easy and painless. I was lied to.

I get up to the desk, and the first thing I am asked is, "Do you have a copy of your power of attorney?"

"No, I was told it wasn't needed."

"We usually require a power of attorney."

"There isn't much I can do about that, as you can see from the orders my husband is in Iraq."

"Yes, I can see that, but a POA is required."

I am cursing under my breath at this point. And about 15 people have already been give numbers and told to sit down and wait. This means that I am no longer first, and all the seats in the waiting area are full. GRRRRRRRR! Finally, I am given a paper to fill out, and told to wait. Someone will call my name shortly. After waiting for an eternity, and never hearing my name called. I go up to the front desk to ask if I am going to be able to get my ID today. Because my name has yet to be called. I was quickly informed that they never call out names, they go by numbers. So now I am given a number, which once again puts me at the end of the line. I hate waiting. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.

This time while I'm waiting, I am assaulted with stupidity. Staff Sgt. Fuck-head sits down beside me, and suddenly he is stricken with a dumbass attack. Which causes him to reach out and touch Fang. Fang is a mama's boy, and he does not sit by and allow strangers to touch him. Instead he screams at the top of his lungs. This causes everyone in the waiting area to turn in my direction and stare. It also prompts a nosey old bat to ask me, "you and your husband must be frisky?" Huh? That is what I was thinking, but I did not say it. Because I was speechless.

I looked at her like she had 3 heads. Which is apparently very similar to my 'please, continue to annoy the hell out of me' look. So she kept talking, "What, is there 9 or 10 months between your children?" When I found my voice I said, "Um no. It's really none of your business, but due to the extra large size of the wee one. I can easily see how you would jump to that very wrong conclusion. Satan is three and a half, while Fang is only 15 months old."

Even after my rude explanation, which should have shut her up. She kept on talking. I hate stupid people.

Shortly after my encounter with the whacks, my number was called. Lucky me! I only had to sit there for two hours to get a ID card that expired Feb 17, 2005. At which point, I guess I am supposed to use my handy dandy teleporter to get DH from Iraq to TX. Because his presence is needed at the ID office. UGH!

I'm living the Beverly Hillbillies

My next door neighbors, Linda and Gary, have bought a much larger and nicer pool than ours. Because their grandsons are coming to visit this summer, and they want to spoil them like all grandparents do.

Satan Elly Mae was being her usual nosy self and was watching the neighbors out the window. When she noticed the pool construction. She started yelling, "Holy cwap, mommy. Strangers are putting up a big pond." Yes, she calls the neighbors strangers.

Anyway, we have lived her almost a year now, and Satan Elly Mae has always pretended to be shy around Linda. Until just the other day after noticing the pool. Satan Elly Mae has now decided that Linda is her new best friend, but she isn't going to be bothered with calling her Linda. And apparently the name Stranger no longer fits. So yesterday when we were out watering the flowers, Satan Elly Mae spied Linda in her back yard. Satan Elly Mae runs over to the fence and yells, "Hey Gwanny! Can I swim in your pond? Pwease?"

The only thing missing from this story is the part where I went out back and shot up some bubblin' crude, oil that is. Black Gold! Texas tea!

Dysfunctional Barbie

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I ended my day with Fox news.

I made some very yummy Dreamsicle cookies. Thank you snap-ah for the recipe. I am now addicted. This time I made them with dark chocolate chips. Yummy!

Thanks to Roni's advice. I hung plastic bad filled with water on my patio to keep the flies away.

I watched Geraldo. No, really I did, but I had a good reason. It was live from Camp Cook in Taji, Iraq. That's where DH is. And it was with DH's unit on the show. How could I not watch that? I knew DH wouldn't be on, and he wasn't. I figured he would find a way to get out of it. He did, get out of it that is. He wanted to work instead. He has camera issues.

I was going to add a link about Camp Cook, but after looking at the 5th or 6th obituary page. I stopped looking for a decent link. Such a terrible tragedy this has became. Enough of that. Happy thoughts. Think happy thoughts!

Back to my story. Satan was so excited. She wanted to see her daddy on TV. She thinks that any one in an Army uniform is her daddy. Literally anyone. Our conversation went like this.

Satan- Look, mommy that's my daddy.
me- No, that's not your daddy.
Satan-Ummmm, that is my daddy.
me-No, that is a woman.
Satan- Mommy, yes. That one is my daddy.
me- I give up. I will agree that that woman is your daddy, if you promise to be quite.
Satan- Mommy, you so crazy. My daddy's not a girl.

John you will be missed.

John, a dear friend, and the most wonderful person passed away peacefully at his home on Saturday. He had suffered for the past few years with cancer, and the treatment. I am sad for Jane, his parents and his daughter.

One of my favorite memories of John.

John collected t-shirts. He claimed that he had a t-shirt for every occasion. Being the smart ass that I am, I was on a mission to prove him wrong. I was always asking him silly questions like "do you have a t-shirt for arbor day?" No matter what the occasion the answer was always yes. I finally asked him if he had a t-shirt to celebrate my birthday. Sadly, he did not. This gave me a brilliant idea.

A few days before my birthday, I set out on a mission to make John a Happy Birthday Crazybitch t-shirt. I wasn't going to make any t-shit. No, what I was going to make was the world's most hideous t-shirt. I bought a t-shirt, iron on transfers and iron on letters. I took the worst possible picture of myself that I could find. I used a photo editing program to add a huge feather head dress. Then I blew it up to 8x10. This made a very ugly picture of me even uglier. I was so proud. I ironed this monstrosity onto the front of the shirt. Then I put Happy Birthday Crazybitch on the back. Now John truly would have a t-shirt for every occasion.

The next day I was laughing like the crazy woman that I am, when I gave him the t-shirt. Telling him that he now had a t-shirt for every occasion. He didn't seem overly impressed. Oh no my t-shirt was not funny. I felt like a failure.

Later that evening we (a small group of friends and I) went out for dinner and drinks to celebrate my birthday. John showed up wearing my fugly t-shirt. Seeing this caused me to roll with laughter. We ate. We drank. We laughed at my ugly face. We laughed at John for wearing the most hideous t-shirt in the history of t-shirts. We laughed at CJ for throwing up on her shoes. We laughed a lot that night.

Later, when I enquired if the t-shirt was going to be worn each year on the most special of days(my birthday). John told me that my face had washed off, and the t-shirt was ruined. :( I think he was lying because he was secretly using my t-shirt to keep the mice out of his basement.

And that is one of my favorite memories of John.

I have blog envy.

I want a cool blog. Something like any of these or this and I want a photo blog.

If I had a cool blog theme, what would it be? I imagine a Wonder woman theme. Because I'm a wonderful woman, and when I was a kid I wanted to be wonder woman. Remember underoos? I had wonder woman underoos. They made me cool, or so I thought at the time. I loved them so so much. I would put them on, then I would run through the house spinning in circles. I also use to jump off the couch and try to "fly" when I watched Fame, but I was a very odd child.

Or I could have a turtle theme. I like turtles. Hell, I had one tattooed on my leg. I think this means I really like turtles. I could do a Hawaiian, sea turtle, flip flop theme. But since I now live in Texas, that would somehow be wrong.

For now I will settle on my little flower picture. I took that picture. Isn't it pretty? I don't know what it is. I planted red dahlia bulbs that I bought at Lowes. But they grew into flowers that look like purple and white daisies. Much prettier than the red dahlias that I thought I planted.

Check this out. Looks like my dreams have finally come true.

The braces are on.

Tater is now officially a metal mouth. See the big grin. He is so happy. He informed me that he is now cool. Silly kidlet.

He is becoming super viligent about brushing. He has brushed his teeth 3 times since we have been home. He has also decided to become soda free. He has informed me that soda is bad for his teeth.

I should have had braces put on him sooner. ;)

The pond

The kidlets now have a pool. We spent all day getting the pool up and filled with water. It shouldn't have taken all day, but I had 3 very eager helpers.

Tater is only semi-impressed with the pool. He thinks we should have gone bigger. I think not. Fang only mildly enjoys it because he slipped and his head went under. That shook him up. Satan is in love. She has repeatadly told me, "Mommy, I love my pond." That's right she says pond. This is why I have taken to calling her Ellie Mae. But I think I will stop. DH informed me that if I continue to call Satan, Ellie Mae. He will begin calling me Granny. That's not funny.

See the kidlets playing in the pool here. I'm too lazy to upload the pics one at a time here. So you must click on the link to view them.