Fantasy Island

So I don't know if anyone in the world thinks as crazy as I do. I often think of myself on fantasy island. I would have super powers. So I would freeze time and head to fantasy island. Mr Roake would greet me as Tattoo was yelling "De Plane, De Plane" from the bell tower. Mr Roake would say..."My dear, I'm Mr. Roake, your host, welcome to Fantasy Island". I would kind of do a little happy dance and think OMG, I'm on Fantasy Island.  On my Fantasy Island I would sleep, get massages, meditate, work out, and get myself together. On my Fantasy Island it would be me, hot guys waiting on me, massaging me, and feeding me. I would workout, rest, and eat! I would un freeze a few girlfriends once in while to come hang out and get fed from the hot guys. But this is my fantasy so they would have to leave after a while. In this fantasy it's all about me. I would freeze time for about six months or six years...I don't age on my Fantasy Island. It's a nice fantasy right???? I would come back refreshed, being the person I want to be, and looking much younger! In a perfect super power girl world!

Today I had a Mother of the year moment. Aidan.....aka...Pig Pen who suffers from extreme anxiety has a hard time with Mondays. I was getting ready for Zumba when the school nurse called. She said he was in there complaining of a headache. I asked if he had fever. She checked and he didn't. I told her he needed to go back to class. He is a frequent flyer in the nurses office on Mondays. I go to Zumba. When I'm done I see a missed call from the nurse again. I call back and she tells me he came back after lunch complaining again. She tells me he still has no sign of a fever. I tell her to send him back to class. Now in the past I have picked him up. Only to find out that he is just fine when he gets home. I need to be strong or I will never break him of this. I get a third call. He is back again. I end up picking him up. When I get him home I tell him he can't do anything but sleep if he is that sick. He falls right asleep which is strange for him. I walk by about thirty minutes later and touch his head. He is on fire. I feel like a big asshole. He has had a 103 temp for nine hours straight now. He has only woke up to take meds and complain his head, back throat, and stomach hurts. I feel so bad for him.

Cole is up doing homework while I watch the news. There is something on there about the flu. It said cuddling and kissing boosts your oxytocin which helps fight the flu. Then it said having sex twice a week helps fight off the flu. All the sudden Cole says..."Did they just say having sex helps fight the flu????". I say..."Huh???".Trying to play stupid. He says..."They just said having sex helps fight off flu". I say..."There is no way they could know that". Thinking how the hell do they know that anyway.  He says...."So Blake had the flu last week, Aidan has it now, and Dad and you do not". He then says.."That's weird and giggles". I say...."It's kind of weird you don't have it either". Then I giggle. He says..."Oh yeah, that's true". Damn news and Dr Oz with their sex makes you live longer and now fights the flu!!!!!!! I still want to know how they really know that!!!!!!

17 years of pure bliss

 Hub's and I celebrated our 17 year wedding anniversary last night. 17 years of pure bliss.....yes I laughed out loud when I wrote that. My sister posted this picture of us on facebook last time she was in town. It got a lot of comments and laughs. I wasn't laughing. I was thinking Holy shit Hubs has hair and I have a perfect waistline. Looking at this reminds me we were young once upon a time in a far, far, away land. The land of big hair, half shirts, banana clips, pagers, and those awesome vest. Oh yes and the land of a perfect waistline. Not a worry in the world. Back then we had big hopes. We wanted to get married, have a perfect relationship, have perfect children, pink was on my mind, blue on his, and buy the perfect house. We had no idea what we were in store for. Sometimes I wonder if my future would have flashed before me right before I walked down the aisle what I would have done. I would have run like hell screaming in terror. No joke, thank God that your life only flashes before you at death. I laughed when I wrote that too. Thinking sometimes marriage had felt like death. We got married obviously, bought the house, and had not one but three boys. The only pink in my future was pink lip gloss. When we were imagining and talking about our future plans. We did not really have a clear picture of how it would be. We were still thinking it would be pretty perfect and easy. We had no idea it would be hard and messy at times. Young and dumb comes to mind for sure. Who knew in a marriage there would be late night fights, hurt feelings, talks of breakups, and disappointments. Thank God we always seem to make up in the end. Who knew with buying a first home we would give up a honeymoon and be buried in bills and taxes for a long time. Who knew with kids would come no sleep, giving up lots of things for ourselves, hard work, fights, tears, and they are not perfect. No one is perfect though. Oh yes....plus they took that perfect waistline and Hubs hair away. What were we thinking???????? Thank God we weren't thinking otherwise we would not have made it through 17 years of a lot of bliss and a lot of mind blowing messes.

So Saturday morning started out pretty perfect. Hubs took the day off. This meant I got to sleep in. He took Cole to his basketball game and I got extra ZZZZZZZZZ's. I woke up and they were already back from the game. Hub's brought me a giant Dr Pepper from sonic. Cole came in and told me he got the winning basket in his game. Then he told me right before he got it he said..."I need to make this shot for my mom and dad since it's their anniversary". Then the good old motherly guilt set in that I had missed this moment. I got up and in the kitchen there was a card and a dozen roses. The roses were placed perfectly so what if they were perfectly placed in a Wurstfest beer pitcher. It's the thought that counts right????? So I gave Hubs my gift to him. It was a set of sheets. A few weeks ago he was complaining about our sheets. I listen!!!!!! After he got his sheets I said...."Where's my gift, where's my gift????". He grinned like a cat with it's eyes pooping out of it's head. Ya know the kind you see on those silly cards. He had nothing to say. So I sat down to eat. Aidan...aka...Pig Pen came around the corner. I tell Pig Pen to go ask Dad what he got me as a gift. He disappears for a few minutes. He comes back looking like one of those crazy cats. He sits down and I say..."Well????". He shakes his head and says.."I don't really want to tell you cause your not going to like it". I say.."Just tell me please!!!!!". He says..."Are you sure because your going to be mad???". I say.."Yes". He won't even look up at me when he whispers "vacuum bags". He is shaking his head in disgust. I say.."No, your kidding right??". He says..."I'm not I swear". I say..."Do you think that's a good gift???". He says.."No, I would have never gotten you that". I laugh because I did get Hubs a vacuum for Christmas.

Hubs comes around the corner and I say..."Can I have my gift with lots of excitement in my voice". He says.."I got you vacuum bags". I say.."No, you didn't, now give me the real gift". He has nothing. We go about our day. Running errands and driving kids around. It's time to start getting ready to go out for dinner. Hubs had disappeared in the car for a bit. My guess is he was out scrambling for a gift. My guess was right. He comes around corner and says.."Here is your gift". He hands me a bottle of perfume. I look at it and laugh. He says.."What is so funny????". I say..."I have a full bottle of that same perfume on the bathroom counter". He says..."You do????". Looking a lot like that cat again. He says.."Then you like it". I say..Yes, but I have a big bottle of it already". So he hands me the receipt so I can return it. Now if he was a good listener he would take it back and get me something else that he picked out. Since he is not I will be returning it this week for a different kind. Like I said...no one is perfect.

We go out for a nice dinner at a new steak house in Drip. The food was really good. The people who just bought our house were two tables over from us. I look at him across the table and say..."Wow 17 years what do you think about that??". He says..."I think you still look good". I say..."What???? That is what your thinking???? I still look good???? How about I turned out to be a great partner or mother????". He gets that cat look again and says..."Well I said that cause you sure look pretty tonight". Oh I just want to be loved for my mind!!!!!! After this we head to the Barber Shop, a local beer place. Let the romance continue to flow.

So while writing this I think would I change things or do I have any regrets. I would change of ton of things and I have many regrets if I'm going to be honest. I think most people have things they would change and have regrets. This doesn't mean I would change being married or having my three not so perfect children. I would just like a do over so I could do it all better. After reading this can't you just hear Barry singing "Looks like we made it" in your head??? Lets see if we make it 17 more years. The true test will come when the kids are gone and we really only have each other to hang out with. What would I say is the key to a good marriage????? Biting your tongue lots, stroking their ego a lot, and putting out on a regular basis. Word...I'm still working on all that!

The bird has come and gone

 I haven't blogged in a while because my parents came with my niece. I don't know why but when they come all my worries go away. So they got here Saturday night. I picked them up from the airport and we headed back to our rental. Hubs was cooking steaks for all of us. Of course my mom came with tons of Fanny May chocolate and Garrett's popcorn. Thank you Mama for still making me feel like a kid. While we were eating I was telling my parents about some crazy dreams I was having. I always dream about my grandparents house. My niece who I like to call the golden jerk rudely interrupts me with her own dream story. Now she is way cuter than me and has this crazy cartoon like voice. Totally stealing the show. So all eyes and ears are on her. I swear she was making up her dream story to out do mine. So she is telling us how a witch captured her and put her in a pot. To cook her up. Then the witch ate her and burped her up. So she got away. So my dream story was not so great next to hers. I still swear she never dreamed that. She just has an overactive imagination like mine. I think she should write children's books.

 We did a photo shoot while she was here. I always and I mean always wanted a girl. I was supposed to have a girl according to me. It never happened though. I gave up after two and mistake that turned out perfect. She came and gave us many laughs with her personality that she happens to get from me. At one point she hit the not so charming prince. Then she hide in his closet with her hands over her face. She said she didn't know why she hit hit him and then said she got caught up in the moment. When she said her super girl powers were taken away because of what she did I really did laugh out loud. I never thought I could love anyone as much as my kids until she came. Even if she flat out stole my grumps  away from me. I wish we lived closer.

When the kids were at school we went downtown. She had to poo poo. I took her and got her all settled so I thought. That was until she told everyone that was listening that I left toilet paper in her rear. She picked it out on the streets of Austin. A true girl after my own heart. This girls personality is large and in charge. I look forward to watching her grow up. The fact that she is perfect kind of chaps my ass. Stinks that the trip went so fast!

Debbie finds some good Emails

So my mom...aka...Debbie Downer sends me a lot of Emails. Some I read and others I delete. I think she is one of the only people left still sending random Emails. The fact that the highlight of my Friday night is going through Debbie Emails is sad. So while going through Debbie emails I came across a few strange facts. There was one about WD40. So WD40 keeps flies off of cows. I can't help but wonder what farmer decided to not only spray his cows with WD40 but watched them long enough to see that the flies were gone. I bet there is a lot of shit you could spray on cows that would get rid of flies. My thoughts are AXE.....spray! WD40 also removes lip stick stains. I bet cheating men everywhere wish they knew this. People spray it on legs, arms, hands, and knees, to relieve arthritis pain. Really???? Can you imagine sitting there thinking my arthritis is bothering me. I think I will spray the shit out of myself with WD40! Your not a squeaky door jam!!!! Who thinks to do this???? I'm totally trying it next time I have pain anywhere! I'm thinking of that saying.."The squeaky wheel gets the oil.....only the squeaky joint gets WD40'd. It says it stops ants bites from itching. Damn someone had to be extremely itchy to have decided to spray WD40 on an ant bite. I wish I knew this when I sat in an ant pile earlier this year! I would have done almost anything to stop the itching. I guess I'm not all that and a bag of chips since I didn't think to spray WD40 on them. It says it removes all traces of duct tape. Good for all moms everywhere to know! Next time you can't stand your kids mouths you can not only dream about duct taping their mouths you can do it! Then you could WD40 their mouths and remove any evidence that you did anything wrong. When they call CPS on you, you can say...."Really??????? wouldn't they have duct tape crap left behind on their mouths if that were really true???". The kids would look at you like you lost your mind. You would just smile as if you were the best mom ever and flip them the bird behind the CPS person. Don't think I'm not buying a big supply of duct tape after hearing this. WD40 also untangles jewelry. It removes tomato stains....So all you tomato eating fools. Eat away with your can of WD40! It camouflages scratches in ceramic and marble floors. Good to know if your selling your house. Lubricates noisy door hinges or vehicle doors....No shit! Isn't that what it's for?????? Anyway there were like 40 something things it would do! Kinda funny that it's called WD40 and it does 40 random things!!!!! Still wondering what assholes experimented with the 40 to come up with these finds!

She sent me another email with random crap. The few things that got my interest were..."Did you ever notice: The Roman numerals for forty are XL. I think Hello that shit is loud and clear.....That's why I love Zumba! I refuse to XL myself in the years that "they say" are your best! Then there was the reason for middle names are so your kid knows when they are truly in trouble. Amen! What else could a middle name be for. Oh yes, to honor your relatives with awful names! Then there was the easiest way to find something missing is to replace it. Do you think if I lost Hubs and replaced him with a half dead billionaire people would judge???? I could duct tape him for a while. When I replace him I could WD40 him and act stupid about what happened to him. Gosh...that is awful for even me! Then it says....They who hesitates is probably right. I have hesitated most of my life. RED FLAG!

While writing this entry tonight my high school not so charming prince came down. He wanted to hang out with me and talk. I was shocked for sure. These are few and far between moments. I will take what I can get though. We talked about a lot of stuff. He asked me questions about me in high school. I lied a little bit. For the most part I did the normal high school stuff. I was a pretty good kid. He asked if ever got drunk in high school. I did. Not too much though. I was honest with him. I told him my times in high school drunk were not my greatest memories. I didn't know my limit then and we drank awful stuff that resulted in puking. We talked about lots more. It was nice to talk so openly with him. I hope he is listening to me.

Zumba

I got a call from Hubs this am. He says.."Where did that Christmas tree come from in the garage?". I say..."What Christmas tree?". He says..."Come on Kerry, there is a giant Christmas tree in our garage". I say.."Would you believe the Christmas fairy dropped it by?". He is quiet. I say.."How did you see that Christmas tree anyway?". He says..."Cause it's in the garage". I say..."It's our Christmas tree". He says..."I put our Christmas tree in storage". I say..."It's our new Christmas tree that I got for 90 percent off". He says.."All you did was bitch about our last tree cause the lights didn't work". I say.."That's because I paid 200 for it, this one was only 20 dollars". He says.."How many Christmas trees do we need???". I say..."Is this why you called me?". He says..."No, I called to tell you that you were snoring last night". I say..."And??". He says..."You always complain about my snoring". He did recently video me snoring and send it to me. The only time I have snored in my life was when I was pregnant. My guess is with my new found can of busted biscuits it is causing my snoring. This is why I have started Zumba.

I've gone to Zumba three times this week. I love the class. My friend and I are always in the back because we screw around a bit. We are like the bad cheerleaders that are always a step behind the others. We laugh and complain that the dancing makes us feel like farting. Then we complain that our bladders feel like there going to fall on the floor. We get cramps and we take potty breaks. They have a scale in the bathroom there. I always get on it thinking I have lost weight. Everyone who does Zumba swears the weight starts to fall off of you. I'm always pissed when the scale has not changed. So tonight I walked out and complained to this lady about not losing weight yet. She says..."Yeah, I have been doing this two years and haven't lost much". I'm screaming "NOOOOOOOOO" in my head. She then says..."I guess I have to give up good food and drinks". I say..."But I'm doing this so I can eat and drink....DAMN IT". Then I point out the perfect skinny girl that could Zumba naked and only her boobs would jiggle. I say..."And we have to look at her". She says.."I know, I didn't look like that when I was 12". I say...."We could trip her". She looks at me funny. I say.."I'm just kidding". I mean geez I only trip her in my head!!!!!!!!! When I get home I go to the mirror and lift up my shirt to see if anything has changed. I wonder if I'm the only one who expects immediate gratification. I'm sticking with this though. By my birthday I'm going to be reporting on all my weight loss!!!!!!!! Now I wrote it down in black and white so I need to get it done!

Burning down the house

This morning was freezing in Austin. You would think since I grew up in Chicago it would be no big deal. But I was cold. I even warmed up the car before we left for school. After I saw the front of three different schools before 8am I headed back home. I couldn't wait to get back in bed. Nothing better than being able to lay back down on a cold day. When I finally woke up I decided to light a candle since the house still has the aroma of burnt noodles from Cole. The candle had a lot of black crap from the wicks around it. I picked it up and shook the extra black stuff in the trash. Yes, this was after I lit it but I did just light it a few minutes ago. I'm not the brightest bulb in the bunch. After that I headed to the shower. In this rental there is not a lot of counter space in the master bath. So I keep a bunch of my things in the other bathroom. I needed to get my face wash so I walked out to the other bathroom. I thought damn that candle smells smokey. I headed back into the master and turned on the shower. Since I was waiting for a call from Aidan's DR I ran into the kitchen to grab my phone off the charger. When I got in there the garbage was not only on fire it looked like a bomb fire. I grabbed a bucket from the garage and tried to fill it with water as fast as I could. I'm in my underwear by the way. As I'm filling the bucket the fire is getting bigger and bigger and the plastic garbage is starting to buckle. I'm over the sink in my underwear in a total panic. The strange thing is that I'm singing that song "burning down the house" while I fill it. I have a strange habit of singing songs in my head that remind me of what's going on in my world. I often sing  "On the road again".  I get the bucket of water poured in the garbage. Most of the fire goes out. Then it starts up from the bottom and it's moving up fast. I start to fill the bucket again thinking in my head Hubs is going to kill me if I burn down the rental. I get another bucket poured on it and it is out. The house is filled with smoke and smells of burnt plastic. The smoke alarms never went off so I guess they don't work. I open the back door and drag the garbage out on the patio fearing that it will start up again. Totally forgetting that I'm in my underwear.


After I come back in I realize I'm in my underwear. Most days when I step out on my patio my neighbor is out there smoking a cig. Thank God I don't think he was out there. At least I hope not. I was kind of preoccupied. I have a feeling when we leave these neighbors will be throwing a going away party that we're not invited to. I leave the back door open to try and get the smoke out while I get in the shower. I thought to myself  God was looking out for me for sure. If I did not go out to get my phone my house would have been on fire for sure. That fire was taking off fast. So I'm in the shower singing in my head that song by Alicia Keys. Ya know the one..."This girl is on fire". I was singing "This trash is on fire" in my head. Don't judge singing shit that is happening to me makes me feel better. I always wanted to be a rock star. After I get out of the shower Hubs calls. He asks me what my plans are for the day. I tell him I'm going out to buy a new garbage. He tells me between Christmas, trying to build our dream house, and the big cut his paycheck just took(thank you, Obama) we need to buckle up for a few months. I say....."So we can't afford a new garbage?". He says.."Of course we can but we don't need to buying anything unless we really need it". I say.."We really need one". He says.."We will get one for the new house, the one we have is fine for now". I say..."No, we really need one". He says..."Just wait to replace stuff till we get in the new house". I say.."I kind of set the one we have on fire and it is out on the patio a little warped". He says.."Your joking right?". I say.."Not so much". He says.."How the hell did you set the trash on fire???". I say..."Let me just say the house could have went down in flames but I managed to keep the flames in the trash, I'm kind of the rock star of putting fires out". He says.."What are you talking about??". I say.."I put some hot candle black shit in it and kind of set it on fire, melted it, and now we need a new one". I then say.."By the way, I'm fine in case you were worried, and we really did need a new one since we had that one for like 12 years". He says.."Your joking right?". I say.."nope". I say..."Guess what, the fire alarms don't work very well in here either".

I was expecting a lecture from him. He tries to lecture me a lot as if I'm his child. I always tell him lecturing me as if I was his child is no good for our sex life. He may be listening after 17 years of marriage. He says..."I guess your shopping for a new garbage today". I pick up all the kids from school, before I do I stop at Home Depot. I don't like the trash cans there. After I drop them at home I head to Garden Ridge to look at the cans there. When I walk in I see the Christmas trees are 90 percent off. Since I want to do the Christmas walk next year I get a little excited. I pick up a 200 hundred dollar tree for twenty. I do get a trash can too. When I get home I bring the can in and leave the tree in the back of my car. I'm hiding it from Hubs since he is not 100 percent on board for the Christmas walk yet. He doesn't like my can. He tells me there are way better cans at Cost Co. I say.."I will return it and you buy the way better can from Cost Co". Thinking..."Can snob" in my head!

I'm heading to Zumba after I get home. I had not been since I was sick. I kind of love this class. Makes me think I could totally do dancing with the stars. Oh wait, I'm not a star. I guess that fantasy is out. I had a great time at class. When I headed home Hubs car was not in the driveway. He has been working out which is a whole other conversation. I thought this is the time to get the tree out of my car. I run in and open the garage. I pull the tree out of my car to hide it in the garage. Which takes skills by the way.

So back to Hubs is working out story. The other night I was watching shit TV and Hubs tells me he is going to work out. I pause the TV and say.."Cosmo mag says when your man starts to work out it may mean he has a girlfriend". He laughs. I say.."What are you laughing about????". I say.."You do have mono, which is the "Kissing" disease". I ask him if he has something to tell me. He laughs and says...."Are you joking Kerry, we are building our dream home not to mention you would take more than half my shit since we have three kids, you stopped working cause of me, we're in Texas that promotes alimony, and how could I possibly replace someone like you?". When he said "How could I possibly replace someone like you" I heard a tad of sarcasm in his voice. But then I realized dude would owe me his left nut if we split and that would not be so attractive to any sane girl. But on the other hand there are a lot of not so sane gals out there. An old wise owl told me if you stroke their ego and put out regularly you are all good. So I think I'm alright.

After Zumba and the hidden tree I settle in for some good DVRed crap. Cole is at the kitchen doing homework drumming with his pen. I keep telling him to stop with the pen. He learned this new annoying trait going to Zumba with me tonight. The instructors son was doing it there. I do have to say the instructors son is a great kid even if he taught Cole and Aidan an annoying trait. So Hubs says he is going to bed because this Mono thing still has him down. My phone which is on the charger makes a noise. I tell Cole to check it. He say.."Dad wants you to turn the TV down". So I do. A few minutes later my phone buzzes again. I tell Cole to check it. He says..Dad says "If you want to get naked I'm ready and willing". Priceless!!!!!! Right! OMG, trying to explain to a 6th grader that it was a joke was not going the way I expected. Because you do know as a kid thinking of your parents getting naked is the equivalent of puking in your mouth!!!!

Nutribullet=woot woot

I received a Nutribullet for Christmas. From myself. I opened it and said "Oh my gosh, just what I wanted, how did you guys know". These people I lived with look confused wondering who got me the greatest gift in the world. They kind of looked at each other trying to figure out who hit the nail on the head. I didn't give a clue that I had gotten it for myself. A girls got to do what a girls got to do. These people I live with don't listen very well. If they did there would have been a second bullet under that tree.

I was up one night not being able to sleep and saw the infomercial for this sucker. I was sold even though I had just bought a pain in the ass juicer. Since I had just bought a juicer and had already used it I stuck with that for a while. The problem with the juicer is it is a huge pain in my ass. Now if I was super wealthy I would have a person that would juice for me. Since I'm not super wealthy yet...hear me "Universe"? I have to do everything myself. I would get on juicing kicks and do it everyday. The clean up was not fun. While cleaning up my evil twin would be saying "Nutribullet". Then I would go on juicing strike because I'm lazy by nature. I couldn't get that damn Nutribullet out of my head.

So I started using it two weeks ago. This puppy promises to give you energy, cure crappy shit going on with you, do wonders for your skin, helps with depression, helps the immune system, gives you all the nutrients your body is lacking, helps with mental pause, makes you happier, and the list goes on. I expected results. Results that I never got from expensive face creams. When I started it two weeks ago I had a strange rash on the palms of my hand and on my feet that itched like a bitch. I itched it so much that I opened the skin. Having MS I have been suffering from strange rashes for a while. "They say" whoever they are that it is because my body can't fight off bad bacteria. My face looked dull. I couldn't sleep, except in the morning. I felt depressed, a strange blue feeling I had never felt before. My hair felt dry, brittle, and it was falling out. I was having hot flashes every hour on the hour. I would wake up with something called the MS hug in the night. This is something that has taken me years not to freak out over. It feels like someone is squeezing the shit out of your insides. I used to worry that I was having a heart attack. Then I realized it was just a reminder that I had a crappy disease.  I was also having extreme anxiety and flying off the handle for no good reason.   The whites of my eye didn't look like "Kardashian" white! Every time I watch them I wonder how the hell their eye whites are so white. I get the teeth!

So here are my results. My rashes are gone. My skin looks better. My sleep still sucks! I swear I could fall asleep soundly at 4 pm but at 4 am I'm a hot mess. My depression is not half as bad. My hair feels softer again. My hot flashes have decreased by at least 50 percent if not more. I have not had an MS hug....Knock on wood! My anxiety has been way better. I have not flown off the handle as much. My people I live with are probably loving that. Cool as a cucumber.....knock on wood. My eyes look whiter. Not Kardashian white but I'll take what I can get. I have more energy for sure. I have not lost a damn pound though...It does promise weight loss too. I swear this fat it super glue. It likes it here and doesn't want to go. I still bitch at it nightly and kind of make it talk sometimes like Honey Boo Boo. I guess I need to give up burgers and go go juice.

I have hubs on the bullet too. He is like a walking talking informercial for it. He is still fighting his mono.  I'm trying to get my kids to at least have a small glass. They are not on board yet since they have been raised in the fast food generation. Thank God they are super healthy kids. I would like to get Aidan on it more since he suffers from extreme anxiety. We are a work in process here. I did get really sick last week for the first time in a very long time. I do believe it is because every one and their mother is sick around me.

Anyway, I'm really loving the Nutribullet. It is fun to use and the clean up is a snap. I have used it everyday since I got it. I pack it with Kale, spinach, broccoli. cucumbers, celery, fruits, nuts, goji berries, flax, nuts, and chi seeds! I can say it has done some amazing things for sure. I loved it so much that I bought one for my Dad...aka...Grumps. He comes in this week and I can't wait to give it to him. I have to laugh out loud. I was talking to my Grumps on the phone today. He recently retired. I was telling him about my nutribullet. He was telling me how he has had a different beer everyday since he retired. He said he has tried over 70 beers. His goal is to try a different beer everyday for a year. I didn't even know they made that many beers.

Can't wait to see my parents and my sweet niece later this week. Counting the sleeps for sure. On a final note. I hosted a weekend sleepover with way too many high school boys. I like being the house though. That way I can keep an eye on them. Not much gets past me since I have a hard time sleeping. I was disappointed while talking to the high school boys that drugs are all over our high school and they are easy to get. I talk about drugs all the time with these people. I hope they are listening. I have seen too many good people get hooked in my lifetime. It scares the hell out of me since I'm a firm believer that no one would pick that life for themselves.   I also heard an awful story about Cole this weekend. While at a basketball game I heard that he broke up with his "girlfriend" in a not so nice way. If your a regular reader of my blog you know I burn it into my boys brain to be nice to girls. Since girls carry this crap with them their whole life....Hello I'm still upset Brendan O'Donnell never looked my way. I heard that he walked up to her in front of her friends, made a joke, and then said "Poof" your single. In a most dramatic way....cause ya know he's not that guy..."the dramatic one". I wanted to die! I did also hear that she was telling everyone he wasn't all that.  Oh the middle school drama! I need to step away for sure

Back to the guy who never gave me the time of day. A funny thing happened the other night. Grumps and Debbie called me. They said.."Do you remember Brendan O'donnell"? I say..."um Yes, I loved him from third grade till eight, he never gave me the time of day and that still chaps my ass". My Grumps says.."I thought that name was familiar". I ask "why do you ask?". He says.."We ate at a restaurant tonight that his sister owns". I say..."Oh my God did you tell her about me and my middle school issues???". He says..."No", is your husband listening to you?". I say.."Yes, he's right here and knows my middle school issues and doesn't give a crap".  I say "did you ask what he's doing?". He says.."NO!".  I wish he would have asked about him since he is no where on Facebook.  He really never gave any girl the time of day except that Ursula twin!! Anyone from IC that reads this will know exacty what I'm talking about! Anyway just got back from taking Cole to school. Some lady tried to cut me off and then got pissed when I didn't let her. She flipped me the bird. Then she ended up in front of me in the school drop off line. Bet she didn't think we were going to the same place. ASSHOLE!