Where are the pics?

If your wondering where my pics are, I haven't added them yet because I've recently had some computer troubles. I had to reinstall XP.

I will be adding the pics very soon.

mildly irritated

DH called to inform me that he is mildly irritated with me.

My mild mannered, easy going DH is becoming pissy.

This deployment is starting to get under his skin. He is starting to realize what he misses when he is gone, and he is not handling this well. Nope, not well at all. I have the nerve to not seek his opinion on every little thing. Silly me, making decisions all by myself. It's not like I have a choice, I can't call him to ask him his opinion.

This is going to be a very long year.

friends, fun, food and tatttoos

My weekend was great. CJ and SAS arrived on Friday and left Sunday evening.

Tater and Satan were very excited about spending time with CJ. They were fighting over who could sit next to CJ in the van. The kidlets love CJ. It doesn't hurt that she lavishes them with presents and attention. She also brought them a liquid light projector. It makes a very cool night light.

We went out to eat way too many times. And made about eight trips to Sonic for an orange creme slush fix. Each time Satan would ask for a "pink sprite with round fruits in it". Other wise know as a Cherry Limeade.

Barbie volunteered to watch the kidlets on Saturday so we could have some kidlet free fun. I took her up on the offer. After dropping the kidlets off at Barbie's house, we went to Tattoo Studio. Where CJ and I both got tattooed. SAS has chosen to stay tattoo free. However, CJ and I tried to talk her into getting her dimples pierced. heh She knows better than to listen to our nonsense.

We dropped CJ and SAS off at the air port late on Sunday. Where the next leg of their vacation was to begin. Lucky them, they are going to New Orleans to get liquored up and look for drag queens. I will call CJ on Tuesday or Wednesday to see if NO was as fun as she thought it would be. And to find out if she ate crawfish and/or ran into Anne Rice.

Bastardization

My quiz results are of no surprise really. You've read or are reading my blog, so I'm sure you will agree.

You are a complete and utter BASTARDIZATION
of the English tongue!

Unless this is your third language, there
is absolutely no excuse for your ignorance.
You shame us with your speech. Go back and
finish your schooling, bastard.

How grammatically sound are you?
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I'm the webmaster.

Today is the day that CJ and SAS arrive. I'm pretty excited. We are going to eat, drink, gab and get tattooed. Never fear, for I am now the proud owner of a sweet little digital camera. And I will post pics.

If you want to read more about CJ. Check out her blog She considers me to be a webmaster. LOL Do not think badly of her because her halo scan comments are fucked up. That is all my fault. LOL That's what she gets for thinking I'm all that, and then handing me her password. It's not like I know what I'm doing.

Wake up sleeping beauty

I should know better, but I obviously don't. I keep leaving the cell phone in the diaper bag. And leaving the diaper bag on the floor. When this happens Fang, whom I am seriously considering switching his name to Hawkeye, spots the out of place diaper bag. He begins to rummage through it looking for raisins or animal crackers. But on two occasions now he has gotten extra lucky and found the cell phone. Both times he has managed to place a long distance call to my bestest friend CJ at the butt crack of dawn.

I am using this as proof that he is indeed a baby genius. LOL

What really makes this funny is both times my phone rings. Using my grouchy, why are you calling me at this hour voice, I say "hello".

But what I am really thinking is, "who in the hell has the nerve to call me, at the butt crack of dawn? On a Saturday morning?"

Then CJ using her grouchy why did you call me at the butt crack of dawn voice answers , "Is one of your children playing with your cell phone? Because someone just called and woke me up at the butt crack of dawn, and your name is on my caller ID."

It's a good thing CJ loves me, or she would be flying out here just to kick my ass. Instead she is coming just to visit. I can't wait!

My favorite zebra

Notice how I'm always a day or more behind? LOL I run in only one speed, it's called reverse. Well, that's what I've been told all my life, so it must be true.

Anywho, DH sent us a package. There was a little something for each of us. A backpack pack for me, an Army t-shirt and some Iraqi, Polish and Russian money for Tater. A paper machete camel for Satan, and a stuffed camel for Fang.

They kidlets were incredibly excited. Tater immediately put on his T-shirt. Satan hugged her camel and declared it her best favorite zebra. LOL Tater pondered on this for a moment, and then he asked, "why does her zebra look like a camel?" Um, because it's a camel. Heh

Kidlets,are far more entertaining than TV.

new camera = happy dance

I, with help from the kidlets, broke my ancient POS camera.Yay! I hated it. It took dark, grainy pics. Did I mention I hated it? I wanted to kiss the kidlets and thank them for doing me a favor. But I refrained. I had to act the part of responsible parent. Meaning we had a long talk about respecting the property of others.

After mulling a new camera purchase for all of 24 hours. I bought a new digital camera.Using my favorite method of shopping, the Internet. This time next week, I will be a picture taking fool.

lime tree or rose bush?

My dwarf citrus trees/rose bushes arrived in the mail yesterday. I re-potted them today with some Miracle Grow potting soil. I am becoming quite the gardener since DH left. Planting flowers and buying trees is not something I would normally do.

I ordered the miniature citrus collection. This includes 1 lemon, 1 lime, 1 orange and 1 tangerine tree. For the low low price of $15. I really only wanted the lime tree, but for the price I couldn't pass that up. I've never ever seen a citrus tree up close and in person. Which means, I have no idea what one should look like. My four little trees look exactly the same, and they have thorns. Is this normal? Are citrus trees suppose to have thorns?

Rose bushes have thorns. I think they sent me rose bushes. I don't want rose bushes. I want a lime tree.

I'm gonna change my name to Spong Bob.

Fang can talk, as well as any 14 month old baby can. His vocabulary is limited due to his age, but he does pretty well. He says dada, thank you, love you, bite, bath, bye bye, yes, uh-uh, hey, yuck and Sponge Bob Square Pants. Have you noticed yet, that the sweetest word that a child will ever say is missing from his vocabulary? Mama! That's right, mama is missing. He will not say mama.

I wake up today and think today is the day. I will get him to say mama, or I will die trying. This was one mission that I was not going to fail. So all morning, I look at Fang with the biggest, goofiest grin that you can imagine, and I repeatedly say "mama, mama". While Fang stares at me, and occasionally laughs. Satan thinks that I am hysterical. She laughs at me and keeps saying, "Mommy you a silly girl". It didn't work. The word Mama was not jabbered. I wasn't about to lose hope yet. I decided to wait until the afternoon, I would berate him with my nonsense then.

After noon comes, and Satan decides that we need to watch the Sponge Bob Square Pants DVD. I put the DVD in and sit down on the sofa. I was trying to go to my happy place, since I have watched this particular Sponge Bob DVD at least 50 times. There is nothing quite like watching hours and hours of Sponge Bob.

The Sponge Bob song starts. Which causes Fang to start doing his bouncy dance. Then much to my surprise he happily shouts "ponge ba uare pan". Did he just say what I thought he said? Why yes he did. Not only is he doing his bouncy dance, he is singing along with the Sponge Bob Square Pants song. That's right my baby genius can sing along with the Sponge Bob Square Pants theme song, but he can/will not say mama. My heart is broken, and that is why I am changing my name to Sponge Bob.

Happy Mothers Day

I know, I know, my blog entry is several days late.

Anyway, my mothers day was OK. DH called at the butt crack of dawn to wake me up and wish me a happy mothers day. He is so sweet. ;) Until he pisses me off. Which he did. He suggested that I call Marie to tell her happy mothers day. Um, hell no! She is not my mother, and I hate her. So why in the hell would I call her? Why would he suggest such a thing? The heat must really be messing with his head.

Tater told me happy mothers day several times through out the day. He makes me so happy, but at the same time so very sad. He was a bit depressed, and very pouty. All morning he would say "I wish my dad was here. He would take me shopping, so I could buy you a mothers day gift".

I hate to see him so upset. So I suggested that he call grandma. That usually cheers him up. What was I thinking? My PITA mother was not answering the phone. Tater called at least 5 times, and never got an answer. He left a sad message each time. Finally, I had to take the phone away from him. He was making him self upset. He kept going on and on saying "grandma, has caller ID, and she won't answers the phone because it's me." He is such a sensitive soul. If it wasn't for the fact that he is dh's mini-me, I would swear that there was a mix-up at the hospital.

Barbie is the best. She invited us over for dinner. She did all the cooking, and she did not ask me to bring a thing. Woo Hoo! I love it when I don't have to cook. When someone calls me with a dinner invitation, I am there. I loaded up the kidlets, and we went out for dinner. ;)

Barbie has a new kitten, Thor. The kidlets are madly in love with Thor. In fact, Satan was has been begging me all week to take her to Barbie's house, so Thor can chase her.

Satan was afraid of Thor at first, but once she was over her fear, she wouldn't leave the poor cat alone. She kept throwing the cat toys into the litter box. She wanted to see the kitty pee. Not sure why she thought that would be fun to watch, but she was determined to see it happen. Fang desperately wanted to pet the kitty, but he was too excited. His chubby little hand would get this close, then he would squeal with excitement. He was also doing this weird bouncy thing. Of course this would cause the kitty to run in the opposite direction. Then fang would squeal even louder. It's times like these when I wish I would have taken the video camera with me.

I told DH all about the kitty love fest. Now he wants me to get the kidlets a dog. What kind of dog, you ask? I don't know, because his suggestion goes a little something like this. "Not a big dog, or a small yippie dog." Well, that narrows it down for me, now doesn't it. Tater suggested a border collie. I am not positive that he knows what a border collie is. I think he hears the word collie and automatically thinks Lassie.

I now need to research dog breeds. I have to find a medium sized dog that is good around children. This shouldn't be too hard to find, should it?

I'm a freak magnet

I took the kidlets to McDonald's for dinner. Because I was too tired and lazy to cook. What made this such a great McD's trip was that we ate in the play area. Where I also let the kidlets run and play. Some times I do stoop to this level, just so the kidlets will think of me as the cool mom.

I was ignorantly thinking that the play area was surprisingly freak free. Then it happened. This very loud and unpleasant woman and her very loud and unpleasant child sit down at the booth next to us. This woman starts talking to the back of my head. At first I wasn't sure that she was talking to me, since I did have my back to her. Then there is the fact that I wasn't talking to her. There was no conversation between the two of us. I have to give it to her, she didn't let that stop her.

She continued to talk to the back of my head. Telling my head that her son Branson was named after the city in Missouri. It was a very rainy night, the first time she was there. She didn't let a little rain get in her way. She stopped and got out of the car so she could take a picture of her Branson next to the Welcome to Branson Missouri sign. No, she did not stop there. In fact she told the back of my head that that she is divorced, and then remarried in Las Vegas. That her mother has custody of her first child. That she just bought new tires.

Me and the back of my head were trying to ignore her. The she started screaming at her brat Branson, MO. This is where I made that fatal error. I swung my head around in shock, and I made eye contact. She of course took this to mean that we made a connection, and that I am now going to be her bestest friend in all of McD's play area.

So she continues to tell me all her secrets. While I silently contemplate what would be the quickest and easiest way to die. Finally, my night in shining armor enters the play area. He is a pudgy, dirty, sweat pant wearing, mullet sporting freak of a man. But I love him. Because annoying woman was drawn to him like a moth to flame. She fluttered over to mullet man, and left me the hell alone. If I had a brand spanking new digital camera, I would have taken a picture of the mullet so I could post it here. Then I could submit the picture to mullet lovers

I think I fixed it

I worked on the blogrolling link yesterday. I read and reread the direction. I'm pretty sure that I have it working now. I hope so anyway.

I also added a photo album. The pictures aren't very clear because I have an ancient 2 MP digital camera. I want a new and improved 4 MP camera, and a new printer to go along with it. Since we are now responsible home owners, I must wait. Because my money is going towards more important things like windows and a new central a/c unit. I think it's time for me to start playing the lottery.

Where is summer?

I am sick of this cold damp weather. Where is the sun? Where is the heat? Why is it only 50F? This is TX, it is supposed to be hot. I must be losing my mind because I am actually looking forward to summer.