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...