Put Your Pink Bra On

It's official! It's that time of year again! I just completed registering for our next American Cancer Society event. Put Your Pink Bra On. I love this event! Aside from the fact that we are all there to support a great cause and raise money, we always have such a great time! Here's a pic of me and my mom at last years event in Polk City. I forgot about making myself a bra last year, but this year I won't!

Worst Gardener EVER!

I am so completely frustrated this morning it's ridiculous! 

It all kind of started yesterday morning when I went out front to look at the garden and check things out because we have had so much damn rain these past few days. First thing I see are these blue flowers coming out of my big pot, which is a good thing, but I thought that was my dang rose and not the Forget-Me-Nots. Shows what I know!

Pretty. Right?

Now if I could just figure out what that pink "flower" is. Probably a weed. 

So, after noticing the Forget-Me-Nots I saw tons (and I mean tons) of damn ants. Everywhere. On everything. Even in the garden and all over my sunflowers. So instantly I grab my phone and called up my Mom. (I don't know why I call her, she has a blacker thumb than I do! Seriously, she has killed many a cactus in her time.) Anyway, she tells me that they are probably looking for dry land and that I should call up to Home Depot (where she works) and ask someone in garden. Because I told her that I had a can of this disease and pest killing stuff that is specifically for outdoor use on plants. I just wasn't sure if it would do the job. So I get off the phone with her and on the phone with someone in the gardening department who proceeds to tell me that I can use the can of stuff I have on hand and that it will not  harm my plants. Not even my sunflowers (which I specifically asked about.) So I hung up the phone, after thanking him for being so helpful, and I get to spraying. All done. All good. Ants are dead. Instantly. 

So, this morning, I go out front to check my plants and I have BLACK spots/blotches on the leaves of every single freakin' plant in the flower garden! Do you see my frustration? If my damn flowers die because that idiot told me it was OK to spray that shit on them I am going to be pissed. Seriously pissed. First thing I did (of course) was call my mother and rage to her about that idiot. 

 Sorry, it's sideways, but you can see the black on this one.

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This one too.

I have worked so dang hard on those sunflowers. I don't care if those ninety-nine cent flowers from the depot die, they can easily be replaced. But those sunflowers, man, it just really sucks. I'm so upset about it. I should have just left those ants alone. Stupid ants. It's totally their fault. They started war when they touched my flowers. Bastards. 

I really hope my flowers don't die. The kids will be upset. I will be upset. And the worst part about it will be the fact that I will have to start all over. Again. 

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Memorial Day

I hope everyone had as much fun as we did on Memorial Day! We all went over to my Moms' new place for her first official family cookout. I'm happy to report it was a success. Even with a tropical depression lingering and promising lots of rain, it was still a good day. It did rain for a little minute, but it was mostly a heavy sprinkle and we were all inside eating at that point so it didn't matter. Mom made her "famous" chicken dip and homemade mac and cheese, Clay (my step-dad) was in charge of the burgers and hot dogs, I brought the beans and Grandma Jackie made the potato salad. Mom also tried her hand a new cake recipe, it was red, white and blue, with a homemade icing. It tasted like a colorful pound cake with amazing icing! She did a great job on the cake! We also managed to squeeze in a few games of Foosball while we were there. I suck. I did start to get a bit better, but my reaction time just wasn't up to par.

It was still fun though. The kids were able to get in on the action. Paige didn't want to stop playing! She loved it. Our friends, Jessica and Mike, were able to join us for the day. Jessica was able to go for a ride on Clays' motorcycle (with him) for the first time. She was so excited and scared at the same time! It was funny! She did good. Later, we all went back to our house and Jessica asked to see some of my scrap booking supplies because she's thinking about getting into the hobby. Well, she asked for it. I pulled out all three of my totes from the closet that are slap full of stuff. Stickers, paper, cut-outs, stamps, stencils, punch out designs, fancy scissors, all sorts of crap, and yes, everything is labeled. She actually told me that she knew I had an "addiction" but she had NO IDEA it was "that bad" and I busted out laughing!! I told her that I'm planning on going through all of it to get rid of some if it because I really do have a tad too much, and I told her that what I don't want I will just give to her to help her out since she wants to start doing it. She gladly accepted the offer.

Me and my Bestie (sorry the pic is a little blurry, I guess my Mom couldn't hold still!)

So all in all, it was a great way to spend our Memorial Day. I hope yours was great, too!

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My Idiot Dog

You know how kids know right from wrong but when they choose to do what's "wrong" they will look at you to see if you are watching them first. Kinda smart. They want to make sure they can get away with it. Which usually doesn't happen, but you kinda have to give them an "A" for effort, in a sense anyway. 

Well, I just realized that one of our idiot dogs, Krumb, does the same thing! Our dogs know "right" from "wrong" too, just like the kids. And in the same sort of ways, Krumb will look at me to see if I'm watching before he does something stupid. Like tonight, after dinner, I was slacking and didn't clear the table right away. God forbid (I know!) But my idiot dog decided that it was OK to knock one of the plates off the table to finish eating what the kids had left behind. Bad idea. It's funny though because I didn't lay a single finger on him, and usually I would, but he knew he was wrong, I could see it in his eyes. Then, not even an hour later, I find him laying on my pillow in my bed! Oh hell to the no! I don't mind the dogs in my bed, even with the dirt, sand and hair left behind. I can handle it. But you will not lay your dirty little ass on my pillow!! And the second that I walked into the bedroom and spotted him, I shot him a dirty look and then he got up and off the bed. Didn't have to say a single word. Good dog, right? Well, no. He knows Mama doesn't like him sleeping on my pillow, but like the kids, he wanted to see if he could get away with it. And he did, for a few minutes anyway.

 Our dogs, Bowzer is on the left (he's the smart one) and Krumb is on the right (he's the idiot)

A mothers' limits are always being tested. 

For the love of Pinterest!

Found this. Fell in love. Had to share.

I hope you love it, too!

Hippity, Hoppity, Hop!!!!

I'm so glad that I joined a Blog Hop last night and another one this morning! My page views and my list of followers have both increased! It's so exciting! It's been great meeting new people who share my interests. If you haven't joined a Blog Hop, I highly recommend it! The first one I joined was TGIF Blog Hop and this morning I joined Aloha Friday Blog Hop both have worked great for me! I did have to sign up on multiple sites, but so far it's been worth it, even though I sort of feel like a blog whore. Since I'm still new to this whole "blogging" gig, I can use all the help I can get. So when I saw the posts about the Blog Hop, I thought it might be helpful and beneficial to me at the same time. I was right! 

So with that said, go join the Blog Hops, one or the other, or both. Just do it. I promise you won't regret it! Also, if you make the WISE choice to follow my blog page, I will follow you back, just leave me a comment so I know to do just that.

I hope you are all having a great day! I'm off to see if I can find any more Blog Hops to join!

Proud Mama Moment

So my eldest daughter took the FCAT (Florida Comprehensive Assessment Test) for the first time a few weeks back. She was so nervous about the test because the school administration puts so much pressure on these kids to do well so the school can have an "A" grade. She was scared to death that she was going to fail the FCAT test and be held back in third grade next year. Thankfully, I was right and she had nothing to worry about! She passed!! She got a 3 on the Reading part of the test and a 4 on the Math part. Any score above a 1 passes and 5 is the highest you can get. So she did well. We are very proud of her! We're going to have to do something this weekend to celebrate! My baby girl is so smart, she's going to be President one day, so watch out! Mama loves you hunny!

Must be doing something right!

I'm so happy to inform you that one of the seven pots I planted sunflower seeds in has sprouted!

First signs of life!

I'm so excited! I can't wait for the others to sprout! I really thought it was going to be like another week or so before we could see any action, but I am glad that we don't have to wait much longer!

As, I have said before, Take that Black thumb!!

Time flies when you're having fun

So, it just dawned on me last night that my baby boys birthday is 3 weeks away from today! Oh my goodness! Where has the time gone? I can't believe my BABY BOY is about to be THREE years old! Time flies when you're having fun! Seems like only yesterday he split me in two and said "Hello World!" 

Here he is only a few days old. His shirt reads "I have my Mommas looks and my Daddy's gas"

I remember being so nervous about having a son. I wasn't sure I would know what to do because I only had girls up until then. Everything was sorta different, but in a good way. It was definitely a learning experience for me. Having a son is the absolute best part of me. My girls are too, of course, but with my son it's just different. He is my baby boy. Always will be. He is growing so fast though.

Last week at Steak-n-Shake.
My silly boy. I love him so much!

I guess it's time to start planning a birthday party for my little man. I wonder what theme he will want. Cars?  Umizoomi? Woody? The possibilities are endless! I love party planning!

My evil spawn

In typical Monday fashion, my evil spawns are out in full force today! More irritating than ever today. I guess the girls knew I was talking about them because Brooke just yelled that Paige got her wet. Are you serious? This child is sitting in a pool (of water) and complaining that her big sister just got her wet. Un-freakin-believable. The nerve of some people, I mean really. How dare Paige get her wet. It has been like this all day long for me. First is was just me and my cranky Bubba-man, but now that the girls are home from school- it's seriously like a World War. Someone is screaming and yelling about something and the other ones are fighting, no one can agree on anything, it's just fighting, screaming and one pissed off mama non-stop. 

Oh, wait. What was that sound? Was that just laughter? Oh. My. God. It was. Wow, that's impressive. That's the first time I've heard that sound all day. I think it was Paige who laughed, probably at Brooke. At least they are getting along. For now anyways. 

And there it is. "Ahhhhhhhhhh" coming from Paige in this blood curdling scream. Fun is over. 

It's times like these that make me think back to a friend of mine, who has a four year old son, she is always telling me that she doesn't know how I handle having three kids when she goes crazy with her one sometimes. I just laugh it off and say that I don't know how I do it either. I really don't. There are times when I wanna smack them all for being so ignorant, or inconsiderate, or whatever it maybe. But I don't. I love them though, as irritating as they are. 

Pinterest, thank you

Found these on Pinterest and wanted to share them with you all.

Everyone Poops

Today seems more like a Monday than a Tuesday. Tuesdays are suppose to be "good" days unlike the typical "bad" Mondays. But today seriously sucks. It's only ten in the morning, and so far today I've already had a fight with my huni, gotten a busted lip from my son and now I'm stressing because I have no money to put gas in the car, so now I am not sure how I am going to be able to pick the girls up from school later. This sucks. WTF is wrong with you Tuesday?! What are you thinking? I thought we were friends. Guess I was wrong. 

And now my son is bouncing up and down and walking on his tippy toes in hopes of stopping the inevitable, which is just going to the bathroom. Silly boy, when will you learn? Everyone poops. Stop fighting it. So now it looks like most of my day will be spent in the bathroom trying to get you to poop. Thanks. If  you weren't so damn cute, I don't know what I would do. That cute card does wonders for you, son.

This is seriously how I feel today.

I wish it were that simple.

Lord, Have Mercy!

I thought the WHOLE purpose of Mother's Day was to celebrate Mom and all the great things that she does... so why won't my brats stop aggravating me? Good grief! I thought this was suppose to be the one sure fire day of the year that my kids are suppose to be little angels. I shouldn't have to yell, or scream, or get mad or anything like that, they should be waiting on me hand and foot. I should have been left alone this morning so that for once I could actually sleep in. Are they doing any of those things? No. Of course not. I'm still responsible for cleaning the living room which they have COMPLETELY destroyed after cleaning it once already. I still have to finish the laundry and clean the kitchen AND cook dinner for us all. And they still woke me up at the butt crack of dawn. A mother's job is never done, and that's why I say next year we protest. 

Screw Mother's Day. 

I want a Mother's Week!

Just sayin'.

The only difference between yesterday and today for me is that today I got presents. Lots of them. I love my babies and they love me. They drive me insane but I wouldn't have it any other way.

Happy Mother's Day!

Happy Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day to us all!!

Who's a proud Mom? This Mom!

Yesterday, my oldest daughter Paige bridged from being a Brownie Scout to a Junior Scout! I'm so proud of her! 

She also received special recognition for being the top cookie seller of her Troop. She sold 251 boxes of cookies! Way to go, Paige! As impressive as that may sound, there were two girls yesterday who also received an award for selling over 1,000 boxes each! Now that's impressive! I don't think I could have handled that, I almost lost my mind with the 250 we sold!

Paige is on the far left and the 2 girls in green vests are the ones who sold over 1,000 boxes!

I'm such a proud Mama! I took over one hundred photos yesterday for the scrapbook I am going to make Paige! I will also be making one for our Troop. Which is fine by me of course because I love making scrapbooks! And I found a Girl Scout scrapbook on sale for $3 at Big Lots the other day! (Yay!) 

Some of the girls in her Troop

After the ceremony we took the girls out for ice cream to celebrate! It was a perfect hot and sunny day for it too! 

Best ice cream in town!

So, all in all yesterday was a great day! I'm proud of my "baby" girl. She's growing so fast! 

Mom Vs. Dad

Why is it that when Mom goes to the store to pick something up really quick, like a gallon of milk, soda, bread, whatever it is, before heading out the door she will always say "Honey, can you watch the kids while I run to the store?" But, when Dad runs to the store- he doesn't ask us, the Moms, to watch the kids. Why is that? Why do we as the Moms feel the need to ask the Dads to watch their OWN kids for a minute? It's so ridiculous. It's bad enough that we can't piss, shit or shower alone but now we're asking you to babysit your own child/children while we run out for just a couple minutes? Un-freakin-believable. And then, on top of that, I learn that it's now OK for the Dad to go out with friends after work, because he's the one working and paying the bills, he needs a time-out with his friends. I completely agree. But when is it our turn? I know I would certainly love some free time away from the kids. Who's game? Where do I sign up? Seriously. Let's do this! If Dad can go out and play, why can't Mom? Oh, wait, that's right. Because she always has a child up her ass. Literally. No wonder we are always being called a "bitch" I would be willing to put the whole paycheck that I don't receive for babysitting our kids on the fact that you would be called a "bitch" if you had a kid stuck up your rear-end all day and night too. I'm just sayin'. 

Pucker up Buttercup

One sure fire way to piss off a stay at home mother is to act like her "job" isn't important and what she does doesn't matter because she doesn't bring home a paycheck. Seriously? Being a stay at home mom is not a walk in the park, sure you don't really have to get dressed if you don't want to and you don't have to report to an office or punch a timecard. But that doesn't give someone the right to belittle someone because they don't get paid for their services.

Lets see, for me, a typical day starts at 6:00am and ends usually around 10:00pm. In between there, I'm getting kids up and ready for school, taking them to school and then coming home to clean house and take care of the toddler who isn't in school. Then, it's lunchtime and naptime. After that, we're off to the school to pick up one daughter, then not even an hour later we're off again to pick up the other one. Then we have homework, dinnertime and bathtime. Then there's alittle bit of time to relax and settle down for the night before doing it all over again the very next day. And the day after that. And the day after that. And lets not forget to figure in trips to the store and errands that need to be taken care of, because, lets face it - Mom is the only one who can and will do it. Also, there is "the list" of things to do or things that need to be done that is always in the back of my mind, you know the one telling you not to forget the milk again at the store, wondering if you forgot to pay a certain bill, what's for dinner?, what's for breakfast?, Hell, anything for lunch? It's a never-ending list of reminders. And it never goes away. I carry so much weight on me everyday all day, that it's amazing I can stand up, which I do ALL DAY LONG typically because if I sit down someone is going to ask me to get up and do something or get something or something period AND if they don't and I actually get to sit there - it just feels so... wrong. Like I should be doing something else, anything else, besides sitting down. 

So I think you can get my point. Maybe. Maybe not. But until you have ever been a "stay at home mom" you can't really judge me or anyone else who is. I remember when I was little all I wanted to do was be a mom and stay home with my kids while Dad did the work and paid the bills. I don't regret my decision and neither should you. And for all those nay sayers out there, pucker up and kiss it.

Cheers to my Mom!

So with Mother's Day quickly approaching I find it compelling to write about my mom, Debra. Growing up as the only child of a hard-working single mother was no joke. She worked so hard for everything we had. She did what she needed to do and she always put me first. I was so lucky, so blessed, to have her as my mother. Now that I've grown, and have kids of my own, I can truly appreciate all that she has done for me as a child and even as an adult. She is strong, independent and most importantly a survivor. In more ways than one. She has overcome a lot of health issues and even breast cancer, but she has never let life get her down - she's too strong-minded for that! I love her so much, she is my best friend. 

Here we are together at "The Big Pink Ribbon" event last October.

This was for the "Put Your Pink Bra On" walk last October.

I love you, Mom!

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Get off me!

Why is it that the very second you sit down to do something, i.e this blog, the kids need you for this, or need you for that. OR they want to climb all over you, like my son Myles is. It's so aggravating! I swear it's as if the kids don't even know Dad exists at times. He's right there! Go ask him! Sheesh! Get off me!!!!!! It drives me bonkers! Don't get me wrong I love all three of my amazingly gorgeous children but when mama is trying to do something or talking on the phone, leave me the hell alone and/or ask dad. It's really quite simple but yet they make it seem as if it's impossible. 

Here is a recent picture of my livelihood. 

I told you my kids were amazingly gorgeous! And Dad isn't too bad either! ;)

Now that I've had a bit of a rant, I should probably warn you that this new blog of mine might see a lot of that. Not too much though, can't have the whole Internet knowing that I'm a crazy bish. Or can I?




Pardon my ADD but I feel the need to change the subject.
I started this blogger page yesterday after talking with a good friend of mine who gave me the push to do so. After some time and lots of scavenging on the web I started this one. With all the millions of people who have blogs and do it regularly, I feel like a really small fish in a big fucking ocean! Some blogs focus mainly on one subject while others have lots of topics. I'm not sure which is best for me, I do have a lot of interests, some of which I don't think I know enough about to really "blog" about it. The ONE thing that I know I'm good at is being a Mom. The Mom. That is my job and I do it well. But I don't want to limit myself to just a female audience. So I find myself conflicted. It will be interesting though to see how this all comes about. My page will be a work in progress for the next couple of days I'm sure. 


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