My addiction

Well I know we all have them, some bigger than others. So here is mine......ready for it?.......MY CELL PHONE! Okay I never realized what a big problem with it, but it is going on three months now that I am getting yelled at for going over minutes. MAJORLY! Let me just let you read an email my husband sent me while very upset over our bill and my minutes, and maybe you'll get the picture a little better:

How about you listen to me when I ask you not to go over? I never go over on my minutes. In fact I only used 148 minutes total for last month. Only 13 of those were anytime minutes that go against the 700 we have! You used 1,856!!! That’s 30 freakin hours of talking on the cell phone (more than an entire day!) 687 were anytime minutes, 195 were overage minutes, 783 were night and weekend minutes, and 191 were mobile to mobile. So, I think it’s you that has the problem!

That was just a little of it, what you thought I'd let you hear how bad I got bitched at? A girl's gotta have some privacy. lol. Anyway needless to say I get a bit carried away. But I cannot seem to help myself. And I gotta say, HOLLY the majority of my minutes were used with you! But at least they fall into the mobile to mobile min. lol, so they don't really count.

So listen to this, Sunday we go out for Fathers day and I go to get my phone, but realise I left it at home. So I'm all "this should make your day JD I forgot my phone", and he's all "YES!". So when I get home that night I start looking for my phone. Can't find it ANYWHERE. Now tell me what you would think....I just get yelled at for all the time I spend on my phone and then the next day it just disappears? Well of course I blame JD, yelling at him to give it back. He swears he doesn't have it. Well naturally I make him swear on our kids lives that he doesn't have it and he does so I have to believe him. But I still cannot find the damn thing. And it isn't just not having a cell to talk on that is making me freak, but ALL my phone numbers are in there. I don't have any memorized! So I felt sooooo lost. (I didn't talk to Holly for DAYS!) So I FINALLY find it today and let me tell you how happy I was, my sister thought I was nuts! I actually kissed my phone. lol. I had 17 missed calls, 3 text messages, and 7 voice mails! I am loved!

So am I addicted? How are you with you phone?

Oh and just so you know, my phone was under the couch....way under in the back. My sister lifted the entire couch for me to get it! Love that sister of mine.

Can a girl EVER get a break?

Okay so here's how it happened, well first lets get the back ground info. Every Wednesday my kids sleep over my mother in laws house. They have been for years now. Anyhoo I always work on Thursdays since I can get extra hours. Well lately I've been feeling sooo stressed and so beat down I just wanted a day for me. So Thursday rolls around and I decide to call out of work and take a day for me. As I get off the phone with my boss JD walks outta the shower and I tell him I'm staying home, and no I don't need the car I want only to lay around and do NOTHING! So somehow JD gets it in his head that he wants to stay home too only he has a work meeting he cannot miss. **Thank God!** So I try to firmly but nicely encourage him to go to work. I mean it's not like I don't love spending time with him, but sometimes a girl JUST NEEDS A BREAK! No kids, no work, no husband, no nothing. Finally ...... a quiet house. I come up stairs to surf the net a bit and not even an hour into it what do I hear???? JD is home! What the heck??? This cannot be happening. But yeah, it is. He's all excited the meeting got moved and he has the day, we can hang out. Wooo peeee! I mean don't get me wrong any other day would have been great. But do you ever just get your mind set on something and want it so bad? Well that's how this was, I just wanted my me day. But I sucked it up, we went out to breakfast, then planned on hitting a movie. Well we do IHOP and go to the theater, but it is closed. Aww, to bad. Let's brows through Target in the mean time. Boring! Finally he's all what do you want to do? Me- Uh uh? Nothing really, just chill.
So naturally he got all pissy with me eventually and went out by himself to hit some golf balls making me feel all kinds of guilty for not going with him. I DIDN'T WANT TO. I WANTED ME TIME. I WANTED TO READ A BOOK AND LAY AROUND. MY GOODNESS. CAN A GIRL EVER GET A BREAK.
Oh and just so you know, I did tell him I was really sorry for being selfish I just wanted me time, and I was crying a little (yes I was PMSing) and he looked at me like I was nuts and said "yeah, your scaring me. I wasn't trying to make you feel guilty. So why don't you go in another room and relax, and not the kitchen there are knives in there." And I will swear to you that he was to trying to make me feel guilty. WHAT? I swear, I am NOT crazy.

Chick Flicks

So recently I watched two movies and they really made me think. Both were in the 'Chick Flick' category, In Her Shoes and The Wedding Date. Lets break down what exactly my problem is here, we'll start with In Her Shoes (I saw that one first).


Now for my problem, and if you didn't watch this movie you might not want to read on cause I'm gonna spill the beans. The story is about two sisters, one successful one a complete free loader. The only thing they have in common is their shoes size. So the free loading sister is sleeping on her sisters couch and after her sister leaves for work the 'good' sisters boyfriend comes over. Well free loading sister is mad at good sister cause of whatever reason and sleeps with the boyfriend in the good sisters BED! Well who the heck cares about the rest of the movie my issue is that the good sister forgave the free loading sister. I'm sorry I love family and I know they come above all, but some things are just unforgivable. I mean it's not even about the boyfriend, it's about the betrayal! So how was this movie supposed to be empowering? What is it supposed to be saying to us as women? Screw your sisters man and if she loves you enough she'll just forgive you? Whatever...

Moving on to movie number two, The Wedding Date.


Okay now this movie I thought was really cute through most of it. Basically girl needs date, her sister is getting married, she's the matron of honor and her ex is the best man. So she hires a date, now I don't think I realized at first that she was actually HIRING a date. Like I got it but it didn't click that that would make him a HOOKER! So anyway towards the end of the movie we find out ...... the sister that is getting married had been sleeping with the other sisters ex most of the time they were together. That is why he broke up with her! And guess what else? The MOH sister forgave her! Awww how sweet, NOT! So the slut sister gets forgiven and the good sister falls for the male hooker.

What am I missing here? I just don't seem to be grasping why these movies are so good? I mean they are saying sleep around, you'll be forgiven. And don't worry if you have messed up relationships for awhile you'll have a happily ever after with a male whore. LOL, I don't know. Maybe it's just me. Maybe I shouldn't be blogging tonight. I seem to be having a pissy out look on things.

I'm MUST be losing my mind...

Okay I am so not joking with you all. Yesterday I am sitting out on the patio with the kids and my son spill iced tea down my leg. So my foot and flip flop got all kinds of sticky. Anyway I walk into the house take my sticky flip flop off and start to walk into the kitchen when JD asks me something, I answer him....Then I start looking all over. You ask why? Cause I realize I have one flip flop on and I want to take the other off in the same place I put the missing one, but I cannot find the other darn flip flop. Only like 5 min later did I realize I couldn't find it on the floor anywhere cause IT WAS STILL IN MY FREAKING HAND!!! I mean really! What is wrong with me? How do you do that? Look for something that you are HOLDING?!

I'm not lying I do this kind of stuff all the time. And it all started when I got pregnant with my first baby. The kids take all your good brain cells. Will I ever get them back?

Well at least it's not as bad as my grandma asking where her glasses are while she has a set on her head, around her neck, and sitting next to her on the table! I hope to God I don't get that bad. Although if I really think on it, I think my flip flop in hand may be worse. LOL.

'A' Moment ~ My darling little princess...

My daughter is three, and sooo freaking cute I cannot stand it. Now just so you all know I have the cutest 4 1/2 year old son too that I love to death but this is going to be about Abby.

Just some of the things she does and says that have me rolling, or sometimes cringing:

Yesterday we are driving and the kids are in the backseat talking non stop as always when A starts to call for JD (my husband) so he gives her the attention she is so desperately wanting and she looks at him all cute and innocent and says "Daddy your fat." LOL! I almost died, I mean where did she get that from? And JD, having just gained a few extra pounds, gets all kinds of defensive. LOL, just imagine my grown husband arguing with my three year old daughter over weather or not he is fat, and where she got that he was from. Of course that blame lays on me, but I swear I never said anything to anyone about his weight. I SWEAR!

Now this happened awhile ago, maybe 3-4 months back, but I cannot resist telling you all about it anyway. You never really think things you say are bad until you hear children repeat it and then it doesn't sound so innocent. Take my favorite word FREAKIN', I tend to say that a lot. I mean it is better than F*ck right? So when I'm driving and get cut off..."Freaking A" when I get hurt "Ouch, Freakin Crap" you get the point right? Well let me give you a few examples of how my three year old picked up on my word and added it to her everyday use:

In the bathroom doing my make-up with A standing on the toilet lid putting on my make-up too...
Me: Ab what are you doing?
A: Putting on your lipstick.
Me: Okay don't lose the lid.
...a minute later
A: Mommy can you put the freakin lid on this lipstick!

JD walking in on Abby in the bathroom by herself...
JD: What are you doing?
A: Flushing the Freaking toilet.

A after she peed her pants at my moms all over the kitchen floor...
A (to herself): Now the freakin floor is wet.

A stubbing her toe...
A: Ouch, freaking ouch.

I mean I guess I should be proud she always uses the word in the right text. lol

And just today this happened. JD is sitting on the couch and A is on his lap. And just let me tell you I have a ton of freckles, so JD is looking at A and says "OMG A you have freckles popping up everywhere on you." A gets up walks upstairs to me and looks devastated. So I'm all "What's the matter baby." and she says almost in tears "Why are my freckles popping?" LOL, omg she had me rolling! Poor girl I had to explain that JD didn't mean her freckles were gonna pop but that she was just getting more of them.

I got my nails done the other day and got a bronze color and when I got home A looks at them and says "Mommy your nails are ugly, I like pink better." ha ha.

We stop at red lights and she actually talks to the people at the corner waiting to cross the street. She tells them where we are going what her name is. EVERYTHING! She is so not shy.

She is obsessed with boobs. She is always poking mine, and asking if she is going to get 'big' like me. Which isn't saying much being as I am only a B, but whatever, that's not the point. She does it to everyone! My cousin came over and she poked her and said "Are they your boobies?" And she asked me what I was wearing right after I put a bra on the other day so I told her what it is. Now all she wants is a bra.

So needless to say my little princess is very unique. And boy does she know how to get her way, every time she wants something or does something bad she says "mommy I love you your pretty your beautiful" as if it is all one long word. ha ha.

She always has to have her toe and finger nails painted, pink, but she loves to roll in the dirt and have fun. She'll pick up any bug, while wearing her favorite pink dress. Always in dress up heels or her favorite flip flops of the moment, and she has more than me.

My baby, my pretty smart princess. I swear she'll be the death of me one day. I don't even want to think about teenage years.

Clubbing

So I am about to shock you all! I am going to be 25 this summer and I just went to my first ever club a few weeks ago! Are you shocked? Well let me tell you all my friends that I work with were. They kept telling me that maybe I shouldn't go, since I am married with kids. Saying that I might get depressed on all I missed out on. And beleive me they were saying I missed out on a lot!
So I am getting ready with my chickies to hit the clubs all excited ready for a good time. And what do I get? Blaring loud music, wall to wall people in a hot stuffy building, my shoes sticking to the floor as I atempt to dance from all the drinks spilled, not to mention over priced drinks and men who think they can just reach out and grab as I walk by! Which let me tell you they learned quite quickly they cannot do that to me, lol. They sure didn't make that mistake twice. Anyhoo, I'm not saying it was not fun. Cause it was, you know dressing up with my girls dancing and drinking. But do I think I missed out on the time of my life by skipping over the whole clubbing scene? Ummm, no. I'm good, but thanks.

What Were You Expecting?: Being Morally Obligated....

A great peice on a great topic written by my girl Holly. Something I think we should all take the time to read and think about. Especially us that have children, what is our responsibility? As for me? I think it is beyond wrong to site by and watch a child be abused which is exactly what is going on in this blog. So read on and comment, we want to know what's on your minds too. What Were You Expecting?: Being Morally Obligated....

I'm so horrible...I am going to hell!

Okay so lets get some background on my situation here. I work in a jewelry store. We work on a base pay and commission, so sometimes it gets a bit cut throat. But for the most part it is good old honest competion. Unless the evil bitch "K" is involved. She will take your customer you spent hours with and ring that sale up in her number without flinching. Evil bitch. And let me tell you I used to feel really bad about my feelings toward this woman being as she is almost 60! But she just goes to far and I cannot controll my illwill toward her.

So I walk into work on Wendsday and it is supposed to be me and my friend J working with K. Well when I get there my boss tells me K was in a car accident and after I asked if she was okay all I said was "Oh so she's not coming in tonight?" So blah blah blah 20 min later it is just me and my girl J and I look at her and say "I'm going to hell!" and she's all "Why?" I tell her, "When I heard about K I didn't feel bad at all I was just like, thank goodness I don't have to work with her tonight." and she was like "then I'm going with you cause I was the same way."

So how bad is it? Am I really going straight down? Am I the worst kind of Bitch? If so sorry but I just can't seem to care..... ;-)

I'm Back!!!

Hey all my peeps, lol. I know I've been MIA for awhile but I had a major computer crash. Two weeks outta commission! Goodness, I don't know how I did it. ha ha. But I am back now and you can look forward to hearing from me more and more. But as for now...just wanted to say hey to you all. Now I am off to bed. Looong day, and I have a book waiting for me. Oh since your dying to know I'll tell.....My Pleasure by Connie Brockway. Talk to you all later.

'A' Moment ~ Sex Noises

Okay do we all want to here about total embarrassment??? You are so in for a treat then. Okay once a week I take my two children (J-4 1/2, and A-3) to my moms house to spend the night. So we are driving and my daughter talks soooo much most of the time I just say "uh huh, yeah, sure honey". lol. But for some reason something must have caught my attention cause I turned around and said "What honey?" and this is what followed:

A-"Why was daddy giving you a beaten'?"
Me-"WHAT? Daddy doesn't beat me!"
A-"Then what happened?"
Me-"What are you talking about? What happened when?"
J-"In your room, last night. When me and A were in bed."
Me-"Ummmmmm........"

OMG what the heck, first of all I thought my kids were asleep when I got home from work that night. But obviously they weren't or I was to loud. How embarrassing. All I had to wonder now was what are they going to say to my mom! I mean goodness, where do kids get these things?