So, remember how last week I was really good? I was even better this week. Y'all are gonna be soooo jealous of my fabulousness.



At no point this week did I even think of yet another plan to get a tummy tuck and an all expenses paid vaca- fully paid, mind you. So the deets wouldn't like, terribly glamorous, but the results would be..... Well, IF I had thought of a plan like that, that is. Which I clearly did not.


I ate only one teensy sliver of pie. That's it. All weekend. I certainly didn't have almost 1/2 a pumpkin pie, like some people I know. Sheesh. Gluttony is never hawt. Ever.


As I was shopping on Friday; I was kind to all. That's just my nature. So when the crazy jerk lady at HELLMART rammed into me with her cart, and said "I'M COMING THROUGH."
I sweetly smiled and stepped aside. 'Tis the season, after all. At no point did I think that she needed to drop dead; nor did I wish her any bodily harm. Yeah, I'm just that good.


I heart my children. A lot of times. I love listening to them whine and fight with each other. It continually reminds me that procreation is a great and glorious gift from God.


I would never dream of redecorating the Christmas tree after the kids went to bed. I love the way similar ornaments are clumped together in one spot. I also love how the kids' really, really ugly favorite ornaments are in the front of the tree so as to be seen by all. I mean really, Christmas is all about children and the magic with which they bless our lives.


If you want to be classy and awesome, just follow my lead and try to keep up. I have faith. If I can be this great with such ease and grace, then you can do it too. It'll just be way harder for you.

Over the long weekend I was thinking (Oh, shut up, I do it all the time). I really miss the music of old. I miss riding around town in a car with no air conditioning, great songs blaring out of really crappy speakers, and the luxury of having no where to go and no one to answer to. Most of these trips ended in some mild disaster, but that was the fun of it. The person most often by my side during these little escapades was Stacy. We would drive to Buckroe Beach late at night and just sit there dreaming about cute boys and what our lives would be like.

Well, 17 years later, with a total of 8 kids between us, we are still dreaming of cute boys and having full conversations using nothing but lyrical quotes. In other words, we are still complete idiots.

But I love it.

So, today I wanted to play a song that took me back to those happy, carefree times. I still remember the very first time I heard this song. I fell in love, and I have never really gotten over it...

What I'm grateful for....an essay.

I'm grateful that I live in a free country. I would hate to live in a place where I couldn't shop or do stuff that I like to do. I love that I can worship freely and I am not persecuted too much for my beliefs. I love my great friends. I am terribly blessed to have many people that love me. And yes, they do know how crazy I am, thank you very much. They love me in spite of myself. I have great parents. They also love me in spite of myself (and have been doing so for the past 25 28 FINE.... 33 years- sheesh can't a girl fib about her age anymore???) I have a very supportive extended family. Pretty sure I have some of the best in-laws around. I love my sweet little children. And, despite them, I still have no gray hair. While that surely does surprise me, I am most grateful. I am married to a great guy. He is sweet to me and he likes me. I have learned that it is a blessing to be married to someone you like, and who actually likes you in return.

Life hasn't been easy lately. I have learned a lot the hard way, but it could have been harder, and the lessons could have been less sweet. I'm grateful that I have the opportunity to grow and learn. I know that all of my trials are indeed for my experience.

What are you grateful for?

To TeLL.... oR nOT

I did not say any bad words when a can of green beans fell on my freshly polished toenail. I may have thought a couple, but we all know that just doesn't count.



I most certainly did not laugh(not even a teeny, tiny bit) at one of my besties when she told me she recently found out she was expecting #6.... a year after her hubby had a "vasectomy". That would not be very kind. And we all know that kindness is one of my very best virtues.


I never got mad at Drama Tween. Not even once this week. I love irrational and hormonal outbursts. a lot. 12 year olds are like, sooooo totally random!


I am very productive. I also love to do chores. I would never, ever spray Febreeze on a pair of pants rather than wash them. But I know people who would..... does that count?


I know that in that past, I have confessed to possibly buying a nail polish or five that I didn't necessarily need. Well, I didn't do that this week.



Pretty sure that's enough for today. As I have mentioned before, I don't like to flaunt my perfection too much. I will tell you that I am pretty darn fantastic though. You have a lot to be grateful for. Seriously. You are SOOOOO lucky I'm back.

I know, I know, just please consider it a gift- there's no need to repay me.

Your adoration is quite enough.

Monday Morning Music - A White Demon Love Song

I am combining Monday Morning Music, my taste for really white sparkly guys, and my boyfriend. In other words, holy crap! This is gonna be good!

To be honest, I wasn't sure I loved this song at first. After listening to it several times though, I decided that I do indeed like it. A lot.

I hope you do too.

Yep- I stole it from the OTHER Queen...

A fun questionnaire so you'll have even more useless information about me. Here goes!


1. What is your favorite thing to snack on while your blogging? Dr. Pepper and Peanut M&M's.

2. What is one thing you wouldn't want to live without? Electricity--I soooo need my DVR and my Chi.

3. Beach, Mountains, or Farm? Where would you live if you had a choice?
mountains--I love seasons, so mountains. But I gotta be close to good shopping. Park City anyone?

4. What's your least favorite chore/household duty? I don't like the way this is worded... it's almost like I have to pick ONE thing. I kinda hate all of it. But I have to have it clean. Which means I'm super easy to live with.

5. Who do people say you remind them of? I'm kind of one-of-a kind... (that's the nice way of saying no one).

6. Prefer parties and socializing or staying home with the fam? I am a party girl fo' sho'.

7. What's your all time favorite movie? I don't know if I have one..... I don't watch movies over and over again. I like "Pretty in Pink" though....

8. Do you sleep in your make-up or remove it like a good little girl every night? I wash my face every night. you should never, ever sleep in your make-up. ever.

9. Do you have a hidden talent or a deep desire to learn something that you've never had a chance to learn? What is it? I make pretty babies. I would love to take voice lessons, but I'm too chicken.

10. What's one strange thing you're really good at? "feeling" people around me. I'm very sensitive to other people's energy.

11. What first attracted you to your spouse? He was gorgeous. I'm talking talk dark and beautiful.

12. What is something you love to smell? A freshly bathed baby.


13. Tell something about you that you know irritates people. I am very honest. And I can talk a lot. And when I know I'm right I will never shut up or back down. And... ok I think that's enough for now.

14. When you have extra money, what's the first thing you think to do with it? Decorate my house

15. Are you a silent laugher or a loud laugher? Neither. I'm perfectly appropriate at all times.

16. Where is your favorite place to shop? Hobby Lobby, Ulta, TJ Maxx, Pretty much anywhere that has cute stuff.

17. What's one thing you'd do more often if you had more time? BLOG

18. Are you a big spender or frugal? Frugal Spender; although I prefer the term "fiscally responsible"

19. Who is your favorite character of all time? Olivia the Pig of course!

20. Would you want to be famous? What do you mean? Aren't I already famous?

So...

As most of you know (is anyone even reading this? Prolly not....) I have four really smart, funny, cute, and entertaining children. No, really....I do. I'm not even the only one who thinks so- the cuteness of my children is a well established fact. It has been widely documented. Well, the last one has turned out to be a real show stopper. I thought the first 3 were a handful....


Good thing that factory has been closed. FOR GOOD. In fact, I am pretty sure it's guarded by armed gunmen and volatile vigilantes that just cannot allow any more creations. For any reason. Ever.


This little doll of mine must have a lot of her father's genes. She looks like him, she laughs whilst biting the HELL out of your finger (which is totally something he would do), When asked "Who's naughty??!!!" She raises her arms in the air and says in her lil' munchkin voice, "ME!!!!!!", Her name is Olivia, so certainly I bought every book I found that looked like this:

Little did I know how precocious this little piglet is. Oddly enough.... she seems to remind me of someone...

Livi polished her "nails" the other day. Who knows how she got into the polish that was behind closed doors, opened the lid and sat there and did her nails without getting caught. I gotta admit that I'm pretty darned impressed, for being 15 months old, she did a dang good job. Apparently she got tired of messing with it because she only did one hand. I fully expect to see this next time I find her in my bathroom:


She's also really into law enforcement. She was bored the other morning and decided that she would call and get her crazy mama some much needed help. Before she could say "Pancake Girl" the Sheriff was pounding on our door. I was freaking out because I had already paid for that ticket and they simply could not haul me away. I would not survive in jail. I don't look good in orange. Plus, those jumpsuits make people look fat. Like I freaking need help in THAT department. And, let's just face it. I cannot be some one's ho. I can't. After my sweet hubby explained the situation with a nervous laugh, the sheriff left and I was able to come out of hiding. Whew- dodged a bullet there!

Wanna know the best part? Here's a picture of Livi and her BFF (Olivia is on the right)

I am telling you all of this for a reason. I need prayers. Lots of them. Please, if you have any compassion in your heart, pray for my well being, and (maybe more importantly) the well being of my family. Between Drama Tween, Pancake Gurl, Dash (yes- he is that fast), and Olivia, I might just die.

A lot of times.