AHHH COOKIES!!!

I had a cookie party yesterday. My 2 cousin's, me and my mom, plus 7 kids were going to bake and decorate cookies. I thought everyone would bring A recipe and we would mix, bake, decorate and be done within 2 hours.

I was sadly mistaken. Very mistaken.

Mom showed up first, she wanted to make no baked cookies, cool, I planned on making Buckeyes(peanut butter balls). My cousin Jennifer showed up next and wanted to make rice krispy wreaths. That was also cool. Then Kim came. I should have known something was up when she walked in with 4 grocery bags full of shit.

She wanted to make like 6-8 recipes! WTH! I thought hell, we will be here til midnight up to our asses in flour.

The unprepared one that I am still needed to go to the store and get a few things, so me and my cousin Jennifer went. On the way out the door Kim yells, "Get me some cinnamon!" I was like "No More cookies Kim!"

So we ventured to the store, I needed to stock up on the Diet Coke anyway, I should have got my friends Jack, Jim, and Captain too.....

In the car on the way back, Kim calls, she wants something else, I'm like sorry we are out of the store. I hang up and look at Jen. I'm thinking she is going to kill us.."Jen, we forgot Kim's cinnamon!" So we break the news to her when we get back to my house.

They already got 2 cookies going. Then a third and fourth, hell I lost count.

The kids really enjoyed cutting out sugar cookies. We baked them then Kim tasted. They were dry. She forgot to put in the butter! LOL So we let the kids decorate them anyway. They liked them. They had red and green icing on them and colored Twizzlers. heehee

We had a plan to give some to the fire department here in town. Finally at 9:30 I'm like we really need to get those cookies there. Still making snickerdoodles.... So we pack up a plate minus the snickerdoodles, and take it there at 10pm. I think the poor men were alseep. We rang the door bell and waited. Kim told the kids to say "Merry Christmas" when someone opens the door. Finally a fireman in stocking feet opens up and we all say "Merry Christmas" except for Doodle he shouts "Happy Birthday!" *giggle* So he thanks us and we go back to finish up the snickerdoodles. Finally at 10:30 we are done.

8 hours, 7 cranky kids, and a shitload of cookies later we are done.

Til next year....

I'm not ready....

I'm not ready for a teenager. Yep, Olivia is going to be 13 on Friday. I'm too young!!!

I'm not ready for the boys, the clothes she's just "gotta have Moooommmmm!" The almost 13 yr old trapped in a 16 yr old's body. I swear in a year she is going to have bigger boobs than me!

The random texts I get from random boys..."Waz up" "Elmo Rox" "Hey sweetie" I could go on.....I may have to change my cell #, I have told her repeatedly NOT TO GIVE MY CELL # OUT!!!! That is why we have a land line.....One night I got into it with a 12 yr old boy....

And last night I came home from Wal-Mart and she said she "accidently" got Nair on her arm. WTF she hasn't used Nair in a long F'n time! So I look closer and she NAIRED HER ARMS!!!! She "accidently" naired both arms up and down each arm! What is WRONG with these kids! Yeah, I can understand if you have an overload of nasty arm hair, but her's is BLOND!!!You can't even hardly see it. And what do I say to that! Do I get mad?..Do I tell her NEVER to do it again and let it go?....Do I throw the damn Nair out the front door? WTH!

I can feel the grey's coming in.......

Oh the Holidays....

The holidays are upon us and it's that joyous time of year. Well, supposed to be. I have a love/hate relationship with Christmas.
I love family,
the look of the girls's faces when they see the presents on Christmas morning,
friends,
food,
that time of year that makes us all glad to be around each other and all the things we have,
the decorations, and
Christmas trees(I love to just sit in the living room when it's quite and just look at the lights).
I hate the panicky feeling I get this time of year,
how materialistic it's become,
shops putting up Christmas stuff in October!,
and all the spending that happens.
I sometimes wish that it was more like the old days when gifts didn't have to be so grand, kids were so happy with just a handmade doll, instead of hundreds of dollars under the tree that will be forgotten in a week.
Maybe I was born in the wrong time. Give me an old fashioned Christmas anyday...

Too be little again...

Gensen had her birthday parties over the weekend. That girl raked it in! She has $130! I want that for my birthday....hey, Mom? Dad? You readin this? :)

Micah and Saige were sitting on the couch last night eating chips and dip. I was on the computer in the kitchen trying to get some work done.(What confuses me is, during the day it's soooo wrong to eat in the living room, but then when Micah does it, it's fine...anyway) He was flippin through the channels and stopped at the begining of "Saving Private Ryan". You know, where all the blood and gore is. Saige watched it in silence for a minute, then I heard her ask Micah, "Why I watchin this? I don't think I should be watchin this. Mommy doesn't let me watch this."

She's just too dang smart for her age.

Out of the mouths of babes...well this time just one babe.

Things to live by in my 3 year old's world.

Glow in the dark stars must be in every bedroom.

At our old house the people that lived there before put glow in the dark stick on stars to the ceilings of the bedrooms. Saige is still having problems sleeping in her own room, even after 2 months here. So we were in our bed one night and she said, "I don't like this house. I want the other one." Me "Saige this is our new house, it's ours now for forever. You are going to have to get used to it." Saige "But there is no stars." I deperately need to find some glow in the dark sticky stars.....

She likes her mama.

Micah asked her one evening if she liked her mama. She said "Yes, I like her. She's my girlfriend."

All cell phones need to be charged at night.

Getting ready for bed one night Saige gasped and asked Micah "DADDY where is your charger!"

If something smells nasty, it's Daddy's butt.

Saige started sniffing the air and she said, "What's that smell?" And Micah said he farted. She said, "Daddy, you need to take a shower and wash your butt!"

Crapazoid!

I was so trying to watch Grey's Anatomy last night. The girls and Bacon were playing and running around. Then with 10 minutes left, it was silent. I knew something was wrong. Gensen comes into the living room all panicy.

"Mom, Bacon just pooed on the floor and Olivia stepped in it!"

Now, if you know Olivia, if there was dog poo, or anykind of poo in a 20 mile radius that girl would step in it.

So I calmly go into the hall and there is turds there. I follow the grossed out sounds to my bedroom. There is shit EVERYWHERE! On my bed, flippin nasty!, on the carpet, scrunched up on the closet door. It looked like Vietnam with shit.

So I calmly get some toliet paper, in the process Gensen steps in it and freaks.

I get the biggest parts up and then get the Resolve. That stuff is my life saver. I am spraying and picking up clothes, I fling a sock and I didn't know there was poop on it and "SMACK" it hits the wall. Now the sock and shit are creapin down my wall.

At this point I am gettin quite pissed off. I have shit up to my eyeballs, Saige has toiliet paper trying to clean some. Olivia is still whining that she stepped in it, Gensen is scrubbing her foot, in my room(why, I don't ask why with that child), and I am still trying to figure out how in the hell shit got on my closet door and how I am going to get it out from under the door itself.

Finally I just yell to the older 2 to go to bed. I'm done. I had it.

So I finish cleaning the shit off of the wall, from under the door, as best as I could. (Glad I can't smell) And strip my bed.

Then Micah comes home. I tell him about it and then he said, "oh so you saw then where I threw up at last night."

"WHAT? It is 10:00 at night and you just now tell me you threw up in our ROOM!"

"Well I thought you would see it. "

So he shows me where he did it. It's clear, acidy stuff. I spray the hell out of that spot too.

Want some blood with that?

So, since we moved here to our new house, my vacuum is acting strange. The filters are getting all dirty really fast. So, after buying new filters, hoping that would majically solve the problem, it still is not working right. So I start investigating. I took it all apart, well best to my ability. And didn't see anything wrong. So I used it again, a dang penny flew up into the filter on top. Nothing is supposed to be there. That just isn't right. So I take it apart again, clean out the filters and start vacuuming again. Still not workin. By now I'm getting pretty mad. So I yank out the cup, and stick my hand up in it. That's the problem! I'm missing the plastic piece that goes up there! So I go to Wal-Mart thinkin they might have one. Nope. So I get on the website, nope. So I call the costumer service. I get the name of a dealer close to me, but I want to make sure that they have the piece.
So the wonderful lady comes on, I explain what I need, and she tells me it will be $1.02. Then she asks if I need filters or anything else. Nope done got some. I go ahead and ask her if the dealer close to me sells those. "No, I'm sorry, but they don't usually keep those in stock. We don't get that much demand for lost ones." Ok, so I'm an idiot that looses plastic pieces. So I give her my credit card number and she gives me a total. $8.52! "Um, so I'm paying like 7 times of what that thing cost in shippin?" "Yes, that is why I asked you if you wanted filters." Well shit!
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While I'm one here I'll let y'all know how graceful I am.
Last night Micah was down in the garage clean guns and bullets, getting ready for deer season. So I decided to grace him with my presence. I was wandering around, and noticed Gensen's skateboard. I looked at it and kicked it a little. I heard Micah say "Don't even try it, I've been drinking and I don't think Olivia will like driving to the ER." I stuck my tongue out at him and grabbed it. So I got on it, first time EVER. Oh I have been on one before, but it's been riding it down hill on my ass. So I get on it and I really don't know where to put my feet so I kick off and put the right one in front. Ok I think, this will work. I haven't fallin yet. So I do this a few times and I admit, I'm getting a little cocky. I look at Micah and say, "Look hun! I'm skating!" I take off, I go about 3 feet, ok I'm exaggerating a bit, might have been pushing 2, and all of the sudden I am flying! I actually have time to look around and see a horrified look on Micah's face, and then I hit the concrete floor, hard, on my left buttock. I hear 2 people totally loosing it laughing behind me. Olivia just happened to walk in and see me being a bird. I turn back around and scream "OW! MY ASS!" Micah says "I told..." I interrupted him and told him to shut up. Olivia is still in hysterics. I slowly make my way back up on my feet, and cussed out the skateboard. Now I have a nice purple and black bruise on my ass. I will never, ever step on a skateboard again.

New House

We finally bought our own house. Gosh! It's been crazy, I still have boxes to unpack, the playroom needs attention, and we got a beagle puppy, Bacon. Moving to a different town, different school district is wierd. I don't know anyone, the girls seem to be adjusting well. Saige is still askin about school. I quit my job, to far away to drive there everyday.

New Year's and stuff....

Well, it's been quite awhile since I've been here. I'm such a SLACKER!

The New Year has come and gone without much of a bang. We just stayed home and rang it in with a few friends. Micah got a bottle of wine. Bright idea, since we don't own a wine opener. So he used the one off of his swiss army knife, and it broke off in the cork. Chris and I were just laughin at him. Then the redneck inginuity came out and he got a screw and a screwdriver. Yep popped right off. That was pretty much our excitement for the night.

I have givin up on New Year's resolutions. Maybe. If I keep it, mine will be to get organized. I kinda have done that. I got rid of my baker's rack, which was packed with junk. It was so bad you had to tiptoe by it or something would come sailin off. I downsized to a teeny tiny cabinet. We will see how long that stays clean and neat.

I'm also thinkin about more Kami time. Actually taking time for me and doing for me. It's been a long time since I put Kami first. I'm a mess. I would love to look hot in a bikini this year, without my muffin tops hangin out all over. eww And I need to do something with *gasp* my wrinkles! I'm 31 and got wrinkles! So workin out and actually buying something for my face.....that shouldn't be tooo hard. Hopefully.

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Here's a little bit of somethings that have happened since I last posted.

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It was the opening weekend of deer season and we were all at my mom's. It was gettin late and we were headin home. When we get at home we realize that we left my niece's bag at my mom's. So I jump in the Durango and head back over there. On my way out of her house and to the Durango, I run. I am just flyin over the yard. (I have NO idea why I was running) All of the sudden I am hurled up into the air and land on the deer rack. (for those that don't know what that is, it's a HARD metal rack that is attached to the back of the truck/suv by the thing...I can't remember what that thing is called my mind just went blank and all I can think of is thing!) Anyway, I am in some severe PAIN! I get off of the rack and get in the Durango, which I can't push down the gas pedal cause it hurts so bad. So I coast home. So glad we only live a couple of blocks away and most of it is down hill. I go inside, barely make it up the stairs, and look at myself. When I was running I didn't see the rack and hit it with my right shin. Then apparently I vaulted forward and up and hit my other knee on the rack and then my hand and my ribs right below my boob. My shin is the worst. It's bloody and nasty and already bruisin.

Well, it's now been a couple of months and I have a hideous lookin scar on my shin and a dent where I hit the metal. Gross lookin. And it still hurts when I hit it. My mama should have named me Grace. heehee
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Ok I was going to write some more, but Micah should be home soon and I have done nothin since he's been gone. So I better get my booty off of here and go do some laundry, or some other crap. Heck, it's Sunday already....where did the weekend go?????