Boys and Dirt

Excuse me while I bitch.
I am PMSing and feel the need to vent or I may just put my shoes on....get in my van.....go for a drive.....and not come back.

I am sick and tired of dirt.
I know. I know. Boys and dirt go together.

But I just cannot take the dirty fingernails anymore.
And the dirt encrusted shoes....
...the grass-stained jeans.....
with holes that mysteriously (cough) get bigger.

I cannot take the "holey", dirty socks.
The shoes full of sand.
The nose-picking.
Butt-picking.
Smelly.
Dirty boys.

I'm tired of cleaning up after them.
Fighting with them to shower.
Fighting with them to change their underwear.
I am tired of walking in their room and smelling dirty feet.

I.Am.Tired.Of.The.Dirt.

{vent over}

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Tattoos.

The world is going to come to an end unless you get a tattoo that covers your entire back. Describe the tattoo you’ll get.

I have never been one for tattoos, only because when I am an old wrinkly, saggy gal, I think tattoos would look....well....wrinkly and saggy.

Eww.

But when I saw MamaKat's prompt, I did some thinking.

I like flowers. Lilies are my favourite and they are pretty.
I also like butterflies.
And chocolate.
And People magazine.

Then I got serious and thought it would be nice to have some sort of tribute to family members who have been loved and lost.
But I would also want some sort of tribute to those who are still here.


I could have something that represents my kids.

Yes, thats it.

Because I love them more than anything.
And they are my life.
And totally worth covering my back with ink.
And letting it get old and wrinkly.

I love them that much.

So this is what I would have copied on to my back.
My entire back.
Covered with this picture.


My 3 children.
Holding hands.
Getting along.

Because it rarely happens.

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A Letter to my Family

Dear Family ,
See this silver appliance underneath the dishes you carefully placed on the counter? The big silver thing that obviously needs to be wiped clean?


No....

How about this picture?


It is called a dishwasher.

Please use it.

Love

The funniest story you will ever read. Honest.

This is quite possibly the funniest {true} story you are ever going to read.
It is quite possibly the funniest "event" I have ever witnessed in my almost 35 years on this Earth.
Except for the time in grade 6 when my husband wanted to show me how high he could kick in the school hallway....and then fell flat on his back.
He wasn't my husband in grade 6.
Just to clarify.

But anyways......

My husband was cleaning out our barn and put some old {working} appliances at the end of our driveway, free for anyone who wanted them. He then left to run some errands.

Within 5 minutes, two nice men knocked on our door and asked if they could take the appliances. I let them know that if they could load it all up, they were theirs to keep.

Then I went to get my jammies on.

I heard a high pitched shriek. Almost a scream... and immediately ran to the window to see what the commotion was.

I saw the two nice men standing at the back of their trailer with their hands on their knees, laughing.

The stove was halfway on the back of their truck.

One of the men walked over and kicked it. The stove that is.
The other guy looked under the stove.

They both jumped and ran to the back of their trailer. Again.

I realized that there was some sort of living creature in the stove....the stove that was in our barn....the stove I walked past every single day for the last couple years....the stove my husband brought to the end of the driveway...the stove I told these nice men worked fine and they could have it for free.

I then did what every generous, kind human being would do. I watched them from the window as I called my husband to get home immediately because there was something in the stove hanging halfway off their pickup truck.

And I thought they might have pooped their pants.
And I was terrified to go outside. In my pink plaid pyjamas.

So I watched.
The nice men kicked some more...looked underneath the stove some more....ran alot and put their hands on their heads alot.
They were freaking out.
I was too.

Then I witnessed the funniest moment I have ever seen. The nice {brave} men walked over to the stove and tipped it over a tad to let the animal out.

As they tipped it, the animal tried to get out, clawing its way on to one of the nice men.

The men dropped the stove.
Jumped off of the truck.
Ran like Forrest Gump.
And screamed like little girls.

What was this creature living in our stove???

It was Fluffy.
Our pet Flemish Giant 15+ pound bunny.




Our pet bunny who jumps out of her cage and hides in places we could never find her.


Now we know where she was.

Momma the McFatty

I am almost there folks.
I am in my last 2 weeks of weight loss and have less than 5 pounds to go.
Amen.

But I have a confession.

I am scared.
I am terrified to be given a bit of independence when it comes to eating.

For the last 14+ weeks I have been given meals to make and have made those meals according to what is written in front of me.
I have been weighed 3 times a week.
I have recorded every bit of food that went into my mouth.
I have been measured once a week.
I have lost 25 pounds.
34 inches.

I am happy at the weight I am at right now and eventually would like to tone up my jiggly bits but in the meantime I am going to have to...well...live...without meals being given to me every week.

Eek. How am I going to maintain my weight?
Have I really learned everything I needed to learn to be out on my own in the land of yummy food?
Will I be able to resist soda, chocolate, alcohol and not go overboard when I do indulge every once in awhile?



I frickin hope so.



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DONATIONS NEEDED!

Young family just purchased a large boat so they can enjoy their summer.
Donations are being accepted and will be deposited into a fund towards filling the beastly boat aka Gas Guzzler with fuel.
Your help is appreciated.
Greatly appreciated.


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Joy

Joy is allowing your children to have your (non-DSLR) camera and finding some awesome captures.
Like this one of our stroller in front of the house my Grandfather was born in.

Joy is seeing a close-up picture that your child took of himself.....with a clean face
Joy is seeing the old apple tree in front of my Grandparents house. One that I never notice as it has been there for a gazillion years.
Joy is knowing that my boy likes his bike so much that he took a picture of it.
Joy is knowing that my child meant to get a picture of what looks like a human carrying a bicycle {right side}, but instead captured a beautiful scenic pic of a field.
Joy is seeing the moments my child saw through the lens.

Busy.

April 21, 1975. My husband was born.
April 21, 2010. My husband is officially old.

Just kidding dear.

My hubby is 35.
I have known my hubby since he was 8.


My hubby loves tractors.
And riding lawn mowers.
And any machine with a big, fast motor.


My hubby likes Bluegrass music.
And knows the words to every, single song.

He likes Western movies.
And anything with Clint Eastwood in it.

He watches Law and Order.
Mantracker.
Ice Road Truckers.
And UFC.

He can fix cars.
Unplug toilets on the front lawn.
Clean up vomit.
And change poop soup diapers.

My hubby rarely cooks.
And if he does, it usually involves scrambled eggs and Kraft Dinner.
He loves pastries.
And beer.
And red meat.

My hubby, aka Busy is the busiest man in the Universe.
He commutes 2+ hours everyday.
Works 12+ hours 5 days a week.
Goes to school.
Runs a family business on the side.
Parents 3 children.
Entertains a wife.

He has provided for his family.
With a smile on his face.
{most of the time}
And puts everyone before himself.

Happy Birthday Busy aka My hubby aka Mr. Momma aka Old Geezer.
xo


Love
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Princess.

April 20, 2008 my baby girl was born.
April 20, 2010 my baby girl is two years old.

Excuse me while I weep.

Where does the time go?????

My baby girl loves shoes...
....and makeup.
She loves to dance...
....and jump.
She loves to give open mouth kisses to anyone.
She calls her big brothers "guys"....
....and refuses to call them by their real names.
Her favourite food is Chef Boy-ar-Dee ravioli....
...and french fries with gravy.

My baby girl loves going to her gymnastics class....
...but prefers to do her own thing instead of listening to the Coach.
She loves her swimming class....
...especially going under water.
She adores Elmo...
...and Barney.
And even says "Buh bye" to them when the show is over.

My baby girl sings her ABCs...
...and counts to 4.
She knows where most of her body parts are...
...and loves to show off her cute little belly.
She has an endless vocabulary....
...and even has her own unique language.

My baby girl loves to brush her hair...
...and her teeth.
She loves to clean....
...and make messes.
She still sucks her thumb when it is time to sleep...
...and wants hugs and kisses when she gets a "boo boo".

My baby girl is 2.
My baby girl is no longer a baby.
She is my happiness...
She is my life.



I made this video on her 6 month birthday and the boys thought that I needed to add it on here........

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Not Me! Monday!

I haven't joined in Not Me Monday for awhile and this week was full of doozies...umm....that didn't really happen so I am back.....

*While shopping by myself *gasp* and hearing a young boy yell for "Mom", I did not reply. I am not so used to hearing it that I would respond to random children. Nope. Not me.

*I did not have a wardrobe malfunction while on my way to celebrate a birthday. I most certainly did not walk into a small town General Store....spend over $2 for a few safety pins and then get my Mommy to fix my shoe. Nope. Uh uh.

*I did not sing every flippin word to Love Bites while at this party at the age of almost 35...with safety-pinned shoes. Not me!

*I also did not dance...by myself on the dance floor because I wanted to burn off some calories after eating more than I am allowed. That is just silly.

*And when I looked at this picture of my behind, the first thought that came to my mind wasn't "Lose 15 more pounds".......

....and "Who took a picture of my butt with my camera???"

*Now excuse me while I go eat some chocolate to make myself feel better. Oops....um...I wouldn't do that. Nope. Not me.

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