This is me trying to enjoy the little things in the midst of craptastic weather.

I am trying my hardest to enjoy small things as March enters with a big, fat, snowy roar.
I gave myself a little pep talk......ummmm....OK....I told myself to snap the F$%^ out of my funk and open my eyes up to all that is wonderful and sparkly and unicorn-ish and rainbow-y.
Then I ate a few {hundred} animal crackers because I am so addicted to them.

So, lets enjoy the small things, shall we?
Like animal crackers.
They are small and cute and oh so effing yummy.

I also enjoy watching Jersey the dog run outside in the snow.
It's snowy and -20 something, but he is completely happy running and jumping and burying his face in the powdery stuff I hate so much.

Less carbs make me feel better.

I think I have finally figured out that carbs and my body do not get along.

Bread makes me feel crappy.

Breadless sandwiches are deelish.

Less dairy.

Less carbs.

No soda.

No processed crap.

Give me a pat on the back for making this huge lifestyle change.

Jared Leto.

Hes kinda small....and pretty.

And he thanks his mom in his Oscar acceptance speech.

Thumbs up for pretty boys who love their Mama.

One of my perfect children is trying out for the school basketball team.

The same child who screamed at day camp, skating lessons, swimming lessons, babysitting, first day of school.

The same child who has anxiety months before any event or special occasion.

If he makes the team, I will certainly do the ugly cry.

And I will probably hug the coach and love him forever for giving my kid the self esteem he needs to love himself as much as I do.

Today I went to the dentist.

I had no cavities.

No tumours on my sinuses or jaw.

No bone wear.

No gum disease.

And I didn't gag while getting xrays.

Yay, me!

Spring is soon.

Amen, hallelujah.

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I am a parenting failure and Cindy is horny.

Sometimes I don't enjoy this whole parenting thing.
Sometimes I remember my life before children, when I could come home from work, eat dinner in front of the TV, watch my shows and go to bed without being responsible for anyone but myself.
It seems so easy now, even though I thought my life was stressful at the time.

This weekend one of my {headstrong, speakbeforethinkingwithoutanyconcernforfeelings} informed me that all of his friends' Moms bake homemade stuff whenever he is there for a play date.  He always gets to eat banana bread or something yummy for dessert when visiting.  He also let me know that his friend's Moms are "always happy" and "in a good mood".

That's not all.

Apparently every other family does fun stuff every single weekend and our family never does any fun stuff and he doesn't think that is fair.  He thinks that every weekend our family of 5 needs to head north to go skiing, or go bowling, or tubing, or to the movies, or rock climbing, or to a hotel.

Basically he thinks money flies out of our asses.
And he has forgotten that we took him to Disney world two months ago and are taking him to Great Wolf Lodge in a few weeks.

I think he was trying to make me feel bad, and, in all honesty, I did for 0.3 seconds.  Not because he was right, but because he doesn't appreciate a damn thing we do for him.
He doesn't realize that my life is lived for him.
He doesn't realize that everything I do is to create the best life for him.
He doesn't remember the {many} times I bake banana bread, muffins, cupcakes, brownies and other treats because I know he loves them.
He doesn't think of the many times I rub his tummy because it is sore....
the times we have dance parties in the living room....
the times I AM in a good mood.
He cant appreciate all that he has because he is too busy thinking of everything he doesn't have.
My solution to this?
My first thought was eating myself into a chocolate coma so I could escape all of my "I am failing as a parent" feelings, but, eventually I would wake up.
Then I thought I could make him get a job so he could do all of those fun things that cost money, but, he is still too young.
So instead I am officially going on a baking and "good mood" strike.
And I am cancelling our trip to Great Wolf Lodge.

OK, not really, because I want to go.
I just have to figure out how to stay in a bad mood while there.
I need a group hug {and hard liquor} because this parenting thing is just a big wad of suckage right now.

In totally unrelated news, Cindy the pony is in heat and harassing Ike the gelding.
She's basically twerking in his face until he tries to mount her.
Then she kicks him.



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Animals are therapeutic.........ok.....not ALL animals.

Today when I woke up before the sun, there was frost on the ground....on the leaves still hanging on for dear life and on my flowers that were unbelievably still blooming.

This makes me sad.
For those peeps that don't know me, I will let you in on a secret.
I hate winter.
I hate cold.
I hate snow.
I hate wearing socks.

Dear Husband's Work.
Instead of offering him a position in Fort McMurray, Alberta, maybe you could relocate to Texas and then transfer him down there.
Just a thought.
From His Wife Who Hates Cold Weather

Because I was sad, I walked out to visit the horses, hoping they would somehow cheer me up.
Animals are therapeutic, ya know?
I completed a ginormous research project on that subject in college which totally proved it.
But that was before Jersey the dog and Cindy the pony.They are a few of the many reasons I need therapy.

Anyways, while outside (where I could see my own breath), I kissed and loved Ike and Duke.
OK,  just Ike, because he and I have a special bond.
A bond so tight that I can call him Ikey Wikey and even kiss his lips.
A bond so tight that I can get him to pose for photos.
I mean, look at this. He is totally posing.

Duke continued to eat.
And Cindy, um...is  snob.

Cindy the pony is that girl in high school who you really wanted to be friends with.
All you wanted was to hang out with her for abit so she could find out that you really are a cool person.
Cindy is that girl who all the boys follow around.

She is the girl who hangs out in the coolest hallway of the school and everyone goes to her because they want to be included in "her group".

She is the girl who turned her head the other way and pranced away with a little hair sway and butt wiggle.

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Cuteness

Let me just give you a word {or two} of advice.
If you have a little girl who loves ponies and unicorns and all things horses, you must go out and buy her an equestrian outfit.
Just because it is the most ridiculously cutest sight you ever will see.

The gloves.
The boots.
The toobigforherbutt pants.
Ohmygawd.


I almost died from the cuteness.

And then, when she walked around like she totally "owned" the farm in her too cool outfit, I breathed in that moment.

That moment when her confidence soared and she worked it.
She didn't care if other people giggled or rolled their eyes{which we totally did not do}, because, in her brilliant little mind she was da bomb.

I love that.
And I love these boots.

My next goal in life is to find someone who can make her a Laura Ingalls {Little House on the Prairie} outfit.
Then I will braid her hair.
And she will march around this lil' farm, bonnet and all......with her pony named Cindy.

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Cindy

You know how you have your life planned out when you are a teenager imagining the perfect, blissful future?
I planned to have a dog and a cat.

BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

I do have a {dominant/high prey drive/hyper/unpredictable} dog.....
....and four cats {who eat mice and birds and other wild critters}.

But I also have...
Two {huge/massive/ginormous} Percheron geldings....


annnnnnnnd.......

One pony named Cindy.
{hold me}

Yes.
Cindy the pony is our newest family member that the kids {and the hubby} just had to have.
She is 5 years old.
She was raised by Mennonites.
She transported Mennonite children to and from school every day.

She is small.
And pretty.

She is friendly.
And very fast.

Duke the horse hates her.
Ike the horse tolerates her.

And she doesn't care one little bit.