Things I'm Obsessed With Right NOW

*chocolate milk

*Marilyn Monroe

(someday I want to re-create this picture. with me. really.)

*Man v. Food

*Ree Drummond the Pioneer Woman

*CUPCAKES


*sifting through craft blogs for ideas, but never actually crafting

*This hair cut:


*Bethenny Frankel

*how to get people to give me money

(or in other words, I obsess over how to pay my bills)

I Blame You Cheeseboy

With Cheeseboy talking about McDonald's urine tubes so much it was bound to happen!

This last Saturday we went to the local McDonalds for an ice cream cone and to let the kids play in the play place.

I should have known it was a doomed trip because as soon as I walked in the door, a 10 year old girl ran out like a crazy person right into me.

After we got our order and went into the play arena, it didn't get any better. There were three "older" kids (as in TOO freaking OLD to be playing in there, one of which was the original 10 year old who clubbed me) acting like wild animals. They started off SCREAMING at the top of their lungs until we told them to knock it off. Then they started climbing all over the outside of the netting. There was no adult and I was fed up. So I got up to go tattle on them. Right then their parent walked in and told them it was time to go. Lucky thing because I was about to be peeved and all indignant and crap.

For about five minutes my kids got to play in peace.

Then some other kids came in, those kids weren't loud or noisy or bad, it just so happened that one of them PEED IN THE TUBE.

Know how I know that?

Because my daughter slipped and FELL in it! Ewwww. :(

Yes thats right, she had someone else's pee soaked all over her pant leg. So disgusting. (A little bit of an understatement there.)

So all in all, Cheeseboy this is your fault. I hope you understand that you will be paying for my daughter's therapy when she's old enough to understand how messed up that is.

WoMAN in the Mirror

I hate summertime blogging. Hate it.

This same thing happened last summer too; everyone else goes off and actually has stuff to do and they're busy and having fun and don't blog, while I sit here like a big blogging loser.

I miss reading everyone's blogs. Not that people aren't blogging at all, just the frequency goes down a lot. Mine has too, but thats just because I'm boring and have nothing to say.

Anyway, I've been thinking a lot about "who I am."

You know when you first are getting to know someone and you get to the part where you're telling them about your family, and its like 'my sister is the crazy one, and my brother is the responsible one, blah, blah, blah' (I wasn't saying those were true for my brother and sister either way, just an example). Well, I want to know what people say about me. I WANT TO KNOW! Even if its bad, I want to know what they think. And then I can either change and be better and even more ridiculously perfect...heh heh...or I can defend myself and tell everyone they suck. I don't know, I just want to know! Ya know?!

Why is it so hard to see ourself? You can get a pretty good feel of who a person is after you've known them for awhile (sometimes right away if they're easy to read), but what is it about ourself thats so hard to get? Is it that we don't want to admit to our faults? Do we not see the things that we don't want to change? I don't know, but I'm trying really hard to see it, and all I'm getting is a headache.

So, do you want to know what people say about you behind your back or are you happy being blissfully ignorant?

p.s. Michael Jackson's "Man in the Mirror" is one of my all-time favorite songs. For real. :)

Cute, and then Not so Cute

Things kids do that are "cute," that are very much not "cute" when adults do them:

*pass gas. It is totally cute when a little baby "toots", not at ALL when an adult does. Hysterical when little kids do it, nope still not funny when my husband does.

*yawn. I love a sweet little baby yawn, its adorable. When an adult yawns all huge, wide mouth open, uh-uh: not cute.

*walk unsteadily. You know when a baby's first learning to walk and they look like Frankenstein? Their arms out and they're wobbly and bow legged and shuffling. SO CUTE. If I walked around like that people would be rushing away in the other direction.

*stare at you grinning. I look down at my baby constantly to catch him staring at me with a big ol' grin on his face, its the sweetest thing. Like he was just waiting for me to look at him and he couldn't help smiling. Now, if I looked across a room at a man staring at me with a big ol' grin on his face, I'd probably slap him.

*steal your food. I was at a baby shower last night, and there was a little 18 mo. old girl there who was so stinkin' cute! She was walking around the room and would stop at people's plates and smile and reach over for a chip or whatever looked good. It was hilarious and so cute. Now if I walked around the room and started grabbing food off other people's plate I'd probably get stabbed with a fork.

*suck their thumb. SO cute to watch a little baby find their fingers and suck them. I hope I don't ever see an adult sucking their thumb, for reals.

*eating. Have you noticed when a toddler eats, he smears food all over his face? Its so funny and cute to watch them try and get a spoon in their mouth and get the food all over their nose and chin and hair and ears. Now picture an adult, wide mouthed trying to maneuver a spoon and getting it all over their face (picture it! I mean really picture them eating like a toddler! DO IT!). So. Not. Cute.

*being honest. When a kid tells you your teeth are yellow, or you have a big belly, its cute because you know they're just being honest. If an adult told me I was fat, I'd probably punch them in their big fat gut.

I compare adults and kids all the time, the biggest thing that just stymies me is: crying. From babies to little kids, when they cry they wail. They make noises and sounds and say "WAAH!", why don't we do that as an adult when we cry? At what point in your life do you stop wailing? And why do we stop if thats obviously the natural way to cry since a baby does?

These deep thoughts so weigh on me...

Heated Dreams

I was having the craziest dreams last night! CRAZY!

The most weird/vivid dream I had last night was that my baby's arm fell off. Yeah. It fell off. Minimal blood, it was just like detached. So we took the arm and we stuck it in a diaper (one we took off him, it was used yes), because that was going to preserve it until we could get it reattached. Then we got ready to take him to the hospital, when someone said maybe we should call an ambulance because they would be faster. So we did. And this all took place in a random, very small apartment. The paramedics came and we were all crammed in this apartment. And then it ended. Seriously. It was a weird dream.

Do you ever have dreams that while you're dreaming, you're thinking "this is a weird dream"? I was doing that last night.

Then the next dream I was eating lobster.

Then the next dream I was talking to Ree, the Pioneer Woman. (I love her a little bit.) And we were like best friends and she had a cage with all these sweet little puppies and we were talking about dogs and she thought I was the cutest little thing, so she picked me up and we ran around in a circle for a minute while she asked me what she should name her chihuahua. It was magical. Or maybe just weird, come to think of it.

I have weird dreams.

I think its this heat, its getting to me.

We need a fan.

Badly.

Do you guys have weird dreams? And do they stick with you all day? Because mine sure do. Do you have a fan I could borrow?

My Achin' Back!

Hey look its me again, popping in to say hello! (Side note: when I was typing "popping" up there ^ I totally typed "pooping" first. Oops! Snicker.)

So, I really don't have much to blog about. Once again, I haven't been on here because we're busy enjoying the nice weather and being super busy. We didn't light any fireworks for the 4th of July, so I can't even add any cool pictures. I'm totally a loser in every way.

What I've been doing a lot of though? Gardening. Do you have any experience with gardening? I flipping HATE gardening.

When I was growing up my mom always made us weed. I HATE weeding.

My parents have a huge yard and there was always tons to do in it; lawn mowing, weeding, digging, whatever. I HATED it.

Mostly because I have horrible allergies and I was miserable out there (although that didn't stop me from playing hide-and-go-seek out in the hay field until my eyes were swollen shut), and also because pulling weeds for five hours just plain sucks.

Well, fast forward to the present day-ish. I want to go to Utah REALLY bad, I miss my friends, I miss my family, I've had a rough last couple months and gosh darn it, I deserve this trip! But as of now, my husband doesn't really have a steady income. So my parents are landscaping their gigantic yard and need some help getting done since they both work. And like the heartless child I am, I told my mom I would help her with her yard if she paid me. Then she told my grandma that I was looking at making some extra money and could I weed her yard too.

Do you know how dumb it feels to ask your grandma to pay you to weed? I'm almost 30 people. I felt like the biggest loser in the world.

But I obviously got past it since I weeded her flipping yard for six hours yesterday. SIX hours. My whole body hurt, I'm not even kidding. Besides my back and shoulders and arms, my fingers hurt. My finger NAILS hurt.

And I'm going back tonight. To finish the job. And she better pay me that $10 an hour or I'll hurt her old woman body! Just kidding. A little.

But guess what people?? I EARNED it! Between my grandma, my mom and my mother-in-law I have enough to take my trip!! Yee-haw!


Now we'll just see if I have the gall to actually buy the ticket instead of saving it or paying bills or something responsible like I should. Guilt, guilt, guilt...

(p.s. I want you to know that I'm not as huge a baby as I sound, my parents have 3 acres, just to clarify.) :)

What do you do when you need a little extra money? Maybe next time I'll just sell an organ or something.