Birthday Girl

Today is Littlest's Fourth Birthday!

So I am celebrating with a little photo documentary of her celebration.

She wanted a LaLaLoopsie cake!

Waiting to blow out the candles.

I'm Four!!!!!

Road Runner

Posts will be spotty and few between for a while. My Mom, who some of you will remember from Confessions, has been ill. In trying to find out what was wrong with her the Doctors discovered that her lung cancer had moved into her brain.
I am burning up the roads between her town and mine so that I can take care of her and the rest of my family.  Luckily we only live about and hour and half from my parents.  They still live in the house that I grew up in so that's kind of cool.

Stress and tempers are high. I just got in a fight with  my Dad, who I never ever fight with. If fact my Mom complains that I never get mad or upset with him only her. I actually hung up on him. He was being such an ass. Of course, so was I. It only goes to show how we have to be careful with each other.

To add to the stress, two of my girls are sick. Middlest stayed home today so I couldn't go to my parents and take care of them. Dad is having to do it all on his own. I think that contributed to the tantrum we both threw argument we had.

I am going to have to suck it up and put on my big girl pants and call and apologize.

Life could be better right now.

Yay! It's time to Confess!

It's that time again.

Time for Friday Confessions



I Confess...
I am so thankful to Mamarazzi and Glamazon for hosting this weekly link, it is my favorite day (sometimes the only day) to post. Thank you ladies!!!

I Confess...
I have a weird psychic link with Mojo. Earlier this week I had Swingin' on a Star stuck in my head, for no apparent reason. Come to find out Mojo put Hudson Hawk on his iPad that day at his office.  Weird and a little creepy!

I Confess...

That I moved the pineapple plantation outdoors. I was cool with it until little gnatty bugs started flying up out of the stupid organic soil that Mojo bought for them. Which leads me to...

I Confess...

That the whole "Organic" thing bugs the crap out of me! An apple is by its very nature organic! I get that it's better not to put all the crap in our ecosystem and bodies, but I just hate the organic police. I am feeding a family of five, price matters too! And just how good for you can processed goldfish and mac n cheese actually be?

I Confess...

That I too fudge my to do list. BUT I have an excuse. I am highly distractab.... oooooh look something shiny! WAIT, no, where was I? Oh yeah, I often get distracted from one task to do something else that I see that is simply screaming to be done. So when I do something not on the list, I write in in and cross it out in one fell swoop. Yesterday I doubled my list doing that. I do go back and finish whatever I was originally doing, because I wrote it down on the list so I wouldn't forget.

I Confess...

Because of the aforementioned distractibility I suspect that I may or may not have adult ADD. That or I just have the attention span of a gnat. or a magpie. Your pick.

I further Confess...

That I often leave my list nonchalantly laying out on the counter where Mojo might just happen to see it and see all the things I have accomplished that day.

I Confess...

I started my first Mod- Podge project yesterday. It may or may not get tossed in the trash. We'll see. We will also see if I actually finish it.

I Confess...

That I made a heroic effort and did not say "I told you so" to my parents earlier this week. I did however do the I told you so dance all over the kitchen as soon as I hung the phone up. This makes me a bad bad person because I told my Mom she was too sick to make a long road trip and that I thought it was a bad idea. She had to stop the first day and turn around and come back. So after I did the dance I felt like I was celebrating my Moms ill health and not the fact that yet again she did not listen to me and yet again I was right! See it even sounds bad!

I Confess...

That these confessions are way random and that is just how I am rolling today!

I Confess...

That I could do this all day, but I am going to plop Littlest into her stroller and take that girlie on a long walk in the cool weather before the blazing heat comes back to eat us all up!

Have a great week end!!!

Jennifer Thursday!!!

Woo Hoo!

Cuteness and frustration

2 nights ago, 2 a.m. , I wake screaming. Clutching my leg, in the worst pain imaginable. It hurts! It hurts to straighten my leg. It hurts to pull my leg up. It hurts to move my foot. Oh my gosh, I have the worst charley horse in the world. Two days later and my calf STILL hurts! What's up with that? I think I scared Mojo half to death waking him up with the screaming and thrashing. Why is my body betraying me like this?

Plus also, all of a sudden my clumsy gene has come out to play again. I tripped on Mojo's foot as he was sitting in the living room. I had the entire room to walk in, and some how I managed to trip on his foot. Which by the way was not hanging out six feet from his body, oh no, it was pulled right up to the chair. How do I do it?

So, the girly-girls are learning about bike and car safety this week at school. According to Middlest she asked the School Counselor who was teaching this lesson, why her father doesn't get in trouble with the police whenever he doesn't wear his seat belt. The Counselor asked Middlest where her father was from. Middlest replied that he was from Canada and the Counselor said that they didn't have seat belts in most cars in Canada!

I have problems with this on soooo many levels!

First, the total ignorance displayed by this woman is appalling. Why is she allowed to teach? Does she think everyone in Canada wears snowshoes and lives in an igloo too?

Second, I believe that Canada had seat belt legislation long before the US did.

Third, why did she ask where Mojo was from? What does that have to do with getting a ticket for not wearing a seat belt?  I thought that the law applied to everyone who is in a car in this state!

Ugh! 


Maybe I'm just over reacting, but this kind of thing really bugs me. Why can't she just say I don't know, or actually understand how the law works before teaching about it. Don't stand in front of kids and "teach" them with misinformation, ignorance and just plain stupidness.

So, now that I am done ranting, here's the cuteness I promised...

The confessional

It's time to cleanse my soul with Mamarazzi and Glamazon!




Come on and join in. You'll feel better, Promise!


I confess that I am older than I used to be.
I have stopped getting spam emails for unit extenders and other smut and started getting them for powered wheelchairs.

I confess that I am feeling curmudgeonly lately.

I confess that I wish someone would have told me some of the things that happen as a woman ages. Oh, I don't mean the drooping and sagging, we all know about that! I mean little things like the fact that when you start getting grey hair, you start getting it everywhere! I took ten years off Mojo's life screaming in the shower!

Also, you start getting dark hair in places it never used to be. I am a fair skinned freckle-faced red headed chick. I have never had a mustache that wasn't made of milk. All of a sudden I look like Tom Selleck! WTF!?!?!?

I confess that I don't get why so much of aging has to do with hair. Losing it, growing it, changing colors. It's weird!

I confess I am only 42! I am scared. Whoever said that aging isn't for sissies hit the nail on the head.

I further confess that to add to my senior citizeness, I am, God willing and the creek don't rise, going to take a nap today!  My oldest is all of a sudden not sleeping though the night and is waking us up with her. I haven't had a full nights sleep in a week.

This may or may not be contributing to my curmudgeonlyness.

I confess that I am going to go try to wrestle my cranky-pants off with liberal applications of chocolate and Diet Pepsi.

Jennifer Thursday!!!