A case of Jekyll and Hyde

Mornings have not been mine lately. I have had things pop up in the morning that are cutting into my nap time. Today I had an 8:30 meeting at the school for Cole. I'm sitting in the meeting with wet hair which seems to be the story of my life. I'm having a conference about Cole with this two teachers and the Principal. We are discussing our plan of action for next year since he has dyslexia. His teacher tells me he is the happiest child in her class. My first instinct is to laugh out loud as loud as I can. Then I'm thinking to myself who is she talking about???? This can't be my Cole. Then she tells me every morning he comes into her classroom skipping and singing. I sit there with a smile on my face but I'm thinking to myself this kind of pisses me off. Every morning I drag Cole out of bed, I break up at least one fight before we get out the door between him and Aidan, we usually fight because he wants mac and cheese for breakfast, and we always have a fight in the car on the way to school. I continue to sit there and get rave reviews about Cole from everyone in this meeting. What the hell did I raise Jekyll and Hyde. Who is this kid I drop off at school because I don't know him at all. I walk out of the meeting feeling slightly deflated in a way......thinking WHY! I know I should be happy that he is so well behaved in school but I'm jealous. I want the happy, singing, and skipping Cole. My life would be so much better if I had that happy child they were describing that I feel like I don't even know. What am I doing wrong with these people I live with and why do they like to push my buttons?

A night at the Oscars

Cole and Aidan have been taking a hip hop class for the last six months. They are actually really good. They had a recital this past Saturday. Cole was really excited because he was the only one who could stand on the side of his head. I must say I am impressed, I tried this and didn't even come close. The boys had a dress rehearsal at 9am Saturday morning. We head out at about 8:15 which came way to early for me. When we get downtown the street we are supposed to turn on is blocked off for a marathon. I driving around in circles cussing like a sailor in my head. My phone rings.....it's my friend Christina who's son is also in the show. I immediately ask her how the hell she got to the school. There is a strange silence and she asks where I'm at. I tell her downtown but everything is blocked off so I can't get in. Another bit of a silence and she tells me they changed to location of the show. WTF, I want to scream when I find out it is now in Buda TX which is no where near downtown. On the road again thank God for GPS. We get there just in time for them to go on since they were the 11th act.

It's is so cute and worth all the stressful rides every Monday to this class. They tell us while were there that we can't take pictures or video during the show. That is why my stage pictures are from the dress rehearsal. Of course they will sell you an overpriced DVD of the show for the great price of 35 dollars!

The boys do a dance to "Here come the men in black".

We are getting ready to go back to Buda for show time.

My sister in law Mandy and my niece Lexi came in for the weekend to see the show.

My Mother in law also came in from Dallas to see the show.

Cole and Aidan pretty much think they are hot stuff, they even have a little strut when they walk. I do have to admit they look pretty handsome.

I'm pretty impressed by the recital set up. This is my first one since I have three boys. They have red carpets and Oscar trophies. The boys are digging this as much as I am. I'm a little nervous since Aidan told me his stomach hurt on the way there. He was getting a bit of stage fright.

Cole my "poser" is taking this red carpet stuff really serious.

I love to take pictures but Cole was going a bit overboard with all the posing. Every time I put the camera down he would say "wait, wait, get this one".

As cute as the show was it was also two long painful hours of watching other peoples children that you don't know. Sounds bad to say but it is just not as much fun to watch kids you don't know dance. There were some obnoxious parents in the audience that would shout out their kids name right before they went on. Get a hold of yourself were not at a Stones concert. I was waiting for the lighters to come up in middle of the songs. The show was really nice and the dancers put a lot of work into it. I hope the boys will let me talk them into doing another show next year. This is the closest I get to feeling what it would be like to have a girl. The rest of my year is filled with football. soccer, basketball, farts, and burps.

They really did dig these Oscar trophies. We headed out for a nice dinner to celebrate. We successfully talked them out of McDonald's or Ihop and made them think that Texas Land and Cattle was their idea. Even though they think they are smarter than me I still outwit them every time. When these people I live with end up on "so you think you can dance" I will be happy.

This little apple didn't fall far from the tree

Do you ever think if you think to much your going to unravel? I'm a huge over thinker of everything. I almost drive myself to point of insanity sometimes. I hate to fly even though flying is one of the safest things in world. Before I go on a plane I make myself sick with worry, I imagine a plane crash and what I would do. I go through every what if in my head. I could write a book on the what ifs in my brain. Sounds crazy, my Dad once sent me an Email about more people getting killed by donkeys than in plane crashes a year. Doesn't matter though as much as I reason with myself I still fear planes. I dream about being in an airport and dreading being on a plane. I have a huge anxiety complex. I fear almost everything which drives me crazy, sometimes I feel like I miss out on so much from panicking. I watch something on Dr. Oz and I trick my mind into thinking I have that. I have cut myself off from watching him. I sometimes think to much info is not good for me. I want so bad to not sweat the small stuff. I think my Mom as much as I love her scared the shit out of me. She works for an insurance company and pays medical claims. From the time I was little she has told me freak things that have happened to people. She was always the one who said if you sit on your legs you can have a blood clot that goes to your heart. She still tells me crazy stories that I really don't want to know because I believe "ignorance is bliss". I'm trying real hard not to raise my children to fear things. As much as I have not made a big deal out of anything I have one child who fears everything. Aidan my youngest and my very unplanned baby fears the most craziest things. He thought when we moved to Austin that the vultures that are in our neighborhood were going to pick him up and take him away. He spent our first year here not wanting to wear a shirt in fear that the vulture would pick him up and take him. He also wanted his hair cut really short so they would not get him by his hair. I don't get this because I have made it a point even when I feel anxiety to not put it on my children. I think do we inherit this crap. He worries about everything, I have to be careful with him. If he sees something on the news that's bad he will ask me for weeks if that could happen to him. He cut his eyelid open once, when we told him we had to take him to the hospital he asked me if he was dying. When he was losing his first tooth he spent the afternoon crying because he thought he was going to choke on it. I had to talk him into letting me pull it out. While I was getting it he was shaking uncontrollably. I feel bad for the little guy. I could go on and on about the what ifs he has asked me. Last night Aidan fell on his rollerblades and got a pretty good size cut on his back. The next thing I know he is coming to me shaking with this crazy fear in his eyes and asks me if his lung is hanging out his back. I did have to laugh at first, but then I assured him that his lung was not coming out of his back. He asks me over and over if I was sure. I find out the his sweet older brother Blake told him this. Tonight I'm in the front yard throwing the football with Cole when Aidan comes out of the house screaming......Is my eyelid flipped out??? What?????? Why would your eyelid be flipped out??? He tells me Blake told him this! Blake got such a belly laugh out of the lung thing so now he is going to mess with my baby. I may have to kick his ass. My poor baby I hope I can break him of this fear of everything. I know it is not fun to fear things and you can drive yourself crazy. This one particular oldest person I live with may be getting a joke played back on him. I'm going to have to come up with something good for Aidan to do to him.

Feeling sorry for hubby???? Really???

Writing this blog I knew I was putting myself out there for being judged. My blog is honest and it is meant for my kids when they get older to read and realize that life is not a bowl of cherries. Life is hard and it's hard work. A couple of weeks ago someone who reads this told hubby that he feels sorry for him after reading this blog. I have to laugh at this, sorry for hubby really??? This hubby of mine we have been with eachother since right before my 23rd birthday. He was 21 when we met we are exactly 1 and a half years apart in age. Although I have finally got to a point in my life when I realize family is forever and some friends come and go. I'm am bothered by this statement. I hate to have to defend myself and my marriage. Bottom line is yes I absolutely want a get out of jail free card once in while. I married the biggest horn dog known to man. I have spent 14 years of marriage putting out more times than I can remember. So once in a while I don't want to have to give anymore than I already gave for the day, I'm tired! I sometimes talk about about eye candy, hello I'm not dead I'm going to notice beautiful people till the the day I die. Hubby knows me and he knows me well we have always talked about people we think are beautiful. This is not a hey I want to get naked with this person. I don't like to look at myself naked, I'm certainly not going to get naked with the garbage man I think is hot. We have been through the good bad and the really ugly together. We have been through our kids being sick, our parents being sick, us being sick, and losing people we love. We have been through having no money, to having money, to struggling with money. We have lost people who we loved dearly! We have been through job changes and pay cuts. We have been through kids not doing what we expect. We have been through friends who are happy and friends who are divorcing. There have been times over the years where we talked about divorce but damn we really don't think the grass is greener on the other side. Of course it would be greener for a while but them reality sets in. This is a man that I went through his twenties with and I chased people out of our living room at 3am because we were in different places at that time. I had three of his children the last one not planned! I had to quit work after the third one because we had three at home at the time. I got diagnosed with an awful disease in 2006. We lost my husbands father who was a huge part of our lies. We lost a dear friend very unexpectedly. So judge away, because we have survived more than most people have together. It's super easy to give up and it's super easy for you to judge what I say. I am human and sometimes I don't want to give it up and I do like to check out eye candy but I have survived the worst years of marriage and made it work! I'm sure as in every situation that you live with someone it will be hard and they will get on your nerves but that is normal! So you people that want the judge away go ahead because as much as I love to hate hubby sometimes we are a team at the end of the day raising our family as best as we know how. We make mistakes everyday but that's ok because no one is perfect.

Men are from Mars and women are from Venus.

My day started out waiting for a guy to come with a part to fix my washer. My washer broke on Mothers day of all days. I have waited now almost two weeks for it to be fixed. Now I use my washer two or three times a day so this has been driving me crazy. Thank God I have a good neighbor who has let me use hers. The guy was supposed to be here at 10, at 12 he is still not there and I'm in desperate need of a shower. I call the place to see if he is close. They tell me he won't be here till after three. Thank you very much for letting me know, customer service is so great now a days. I'm so excited when the guy gets here because I have a ton of laundry to catch up on. Wouldn't ya know they ordered the wrong part!!!!! Now these people I live with who shower every day seem to think they need a fresh towel for every shower. This is a sore subject for me. Needless to say not only do I need to wash sheets and clothes but I have a ton of towels to do. Your frickin clean when you use the towel would it kill them to use it more than once. These are the same people who wet the toothbrush to make it looked like they brush their teeth rather than brush them.

I take the kids to the pool for a while after 4. While I am there one of the Mom's I'm sitting with says she wished she had a wife. I'm thinking damn I wish I had a wife too. Wouldn't that be bliss. We get home eat dinner and we all love Modern Family. While we are watching it a part comes on where the husband is at a basketball game. They are showing him on the TV so the wife decides she's going to call him say something stupid so he makes a funny face on TV. He looks at his phone sees it's her and puts it back in his pocket. Now hubby is laughing uncontrollably at this. I ask him what the hell is so funny????? He says nothing and keeps laughing. I tell him I know what's so funny that scene right there is the story of our life. Men are from Mars and women are from Venus! After the show I go to the sink to rinse out my dish and the sprayer is on so it sprays everywhere. There are several reasons why this makes me mad. First and foremost hubby and I are constantly bickering over having the faucet on sprayer or stream. I like steam because it does not over spray on the counters that up have to wipe down after you run the faucet. He likes sprayer, I'm not sure why maybe it's just to urk me. The next reason I'm mad is the reason it sprays all over me is because these people left dishes in the sink rather than put them in the dishwasher which is right next to the sink. Earlier in the day while I was washing the floors I realized my rug in the bar area was missing. Hubby called right after that so I asked him what happened to the rug. He asks me didn't we move that for your 40th birthday party. I tell him yes but my 40th was back in February and it is May. I have seen that rug there since then. He tells me he's not sure where it would be. I always know when this hubby is lying you think he would have learned that after 14 years. I tell him I can tell he is lying so he better spill what happened to the rug. He throw it away!!!! This makes me crazy because he has a really bad habit of getting rid of stuff without checking with me. I think it's rude I would never get rid of something of his without checking. He tells me he will buy me a new one. I want the one I had I would not have had it out if I didn't like it. Now he never liked this rug, but he tells me it was starting to look to worn and that's why he got rid of it. I say alright then I say it's garbage day and the guys have not come yet. I tell him I'm going to go in his closet and throw away some ties I think look worn. Now he knows when I get mad I sometimes do some irrational things to get my point across, so he is scared. I do go in the closet and pick about ten of his ties pull them out and hide them so he thinks I through them away. He usually reads the blog on Sundays so he won't know till then that they are hidden. I still won't tell him where they are so he will have to find them. I really just want to show him that you should check with someone before you throw their things away. I think it's rude but on the bright side I have earned a get out of jail free card.

After Modern family I take the little guys up to bed to scratch their backs. I made the mistake of telling Cole that when he was a baby I used to sing him the "Nightie, Night" song. I am constantly trying to convince this guy that I'm not the worst Mom ever. I do have guilt with him since Aidan came so quick after him with raging colic and he did get the shaft because of that. Ever since I told him about Nightie, Night he wants me to not only rub his back but sing Nightie, Night at the same time. It's not because he is trying to relive his earlier years, it is because he loves to laugh at how awful my voice is. For some reason my awful voice makes him belly laugh. I allow this because of the guilt I feel about when he was still a baby and I was so maxed out with the colic baby that he did not get to be the baby he still was. Anyway another day with these people I live with. If anyone is wondering the pictures from this post I took from my back porch.

The bed and you make your own breakfast was busy this weekend

My cousin Chelsea came in for a weekend visit. Friday night we head out to the stadium sports bar for a little karaoke. Cole is the only one of us that participates in the singing. He rocks the house to a Blake Shelton country music song. He is so funny the way he works the room. The more the people cheer the more he hams it up. He gets a ton of laughs maybe because he is four foot tall singing "the more I drink, the more I smoke, I'm the world's greatest lover and a dancing machine." I know this screams WHITE TRASH all the way. I don't care one bit because it just makes me belly laugh every time I see him sing. I may just have to take this act on the road.

Saturday Chelsea and I take the kids to the pool for a while. I think Chelsea may have forgot to put some sunscreen on, OUCH.

Aidan is an only child Saturday night. Cole is at a sleepover and Blake is at 6 flags with choir. Since we only have one child we decide to meet some friends downtown. Aidan is excited because we our taking our dog Ziggy with. Yes that is a gray mustache Aidan is wearing thanks to my friend Sharri. He insists on wearing it to the restaurant and acting like an old man while wearing it. It is kind of funny, I even have fun trying it on at the restaurant.

Hubby is stressed out to the max since we have the dog with us. I don't know why his panties are in a wad over this we have the best dog ever. Guess who holds the dog all night anyway???? Lets just say not hubby or only child.

Chelsea scans the bar for any cute single guys. Ok, so this may not be what she had in mind but at least he is cute.

We have a great time hanging out and eating at "Feddies" downtown. We have to cut the night a little short since Blake is getting home from 6 flags at 9:30. Blake walks in and falls asleep within 5 minutes.

Sunday we are planning to take the boat out. Right when we get everything ready it starts to rain. What to do???? Shopping of course. Blake asks if he can go with. He talks Chelsea and I into stopping in Academy sports center. We go in and Chelsea and me end up in the bathing suite section. All I have to say is........For the love of God can they please STOP putting fluorescent lights into dressing rooms. I know I have said this before but if I never had to look at my ass under fluorescent again I would be happy. Now I know it's bad in the light so I tell myself........ just try it on quick and make sure I find something that fits. I get in there, get the suite on, and I just can't help myself. I have to look at my ass in the mirror. I'm always surprised to see how big it really is. Then I see the dimples so I start to pull the skin up on my thighs I see how much better they would look. Next I'm looking at myself from the front pulling the fat on my upper thighs back to see how much better they would look. In the fluorescent lighting I find things I didn't even know were there and I would have been perfectly happy not knowing. This is why I buy most things without trying them on, but since suits are not returnable I'm kind of stuck. I'm now standing in the mirror as tall as I can sucking my stomach in. I move onto my face that did not look like this in my own mirror. I find myself pulling back my neck that seems to be becoming a part of my face back. Now I'm stretching out the crows feet to see what I would look like with botox. If I wasn't so afraid of shooting rat poison in my face I would have already taken care of this problem. Instead I'm almost obsessively putting "Marrakesh Oil" around my eyes to soften the lines. I got conned
into buying this overpriced oil from my hairdresser. As I was paying she made the mistake of telling me you can use it on rough elbows. My overactive mind ran with that and thought I wonder if it helps crows feet. I do have to say it seems to work better that any of the overpriced skin creams. That is if your ok with clogged pours and pimples again. Oh and yes "Marrakesh oil" is supposed to go in your hair. The bags under my eyes I won't even get into since I feel I earn these. Anyway back to the dressing room. I move to my roots which I know I have some grays but geez that many really??? I walk out of that dressing room feeling less than perfect. Even though I have stuck hard to the yoga in the morning I have a sad feeling its to little to late. I was kind of expecting instant gratification like it used to happen in my twenties. At this point I almost wish I was born a dude. They seem to have no shame, they walk around naked and proud no matter what they look like, and they seem to have no problem at the pool letting it all hang out. If someone could just stretch me a few inches this would not be so bad. I think it would be really funny to have a reality show about what people do in dressing rooms.

I'm at the check out counter and I call Blake to meet me at the front. Well here comes Blake with a two hundred dollar paint gun in his hands. I look at him like he is crazy and say "WHAT is that?" He tells me it's the paint gun he wants. (mind you he has a perfectly good paint gun already) I tell him to go put it back. He stands there and looks at me like I'm smoking something funny. He tells me he is going to buy it. I ask with what money. He is standing there with his wallet that has sixty dollars in it. I tell him he is a little short so he better go put it back. He then tells me if I pay the difference he will pay me back. I have fallen for this before and it's not happening this time. Go put it back I say for the third time. Again he tells me he is buying it. I look at him and say "do I look like an ATM machine to you???? Do you think you could pull my arm and fricken hundred dollar bills will shoot out my mouth??" I tell him put the gun up I will be in the car. We pretty much look like crazy white trash arguing in front of everyone in the store. I don't care at all though. I know I'm responsible for this crazy spoiled immediate gratification monster. I do have to place a little of the blame on his two Grandmas and a few relatives that I will not name. I walk out of the store and get in the car. I'm waiting for him and he is held up in that store thinking I'm going to give in. I call him and at this point I yell get your ass to the car right now. I wait a little longer, still no Blake. I call his Dad and tell him to call him because I am seriously about to drive away and leave him there. His Dad calls him and of course he comes right out because my kids listen to him. This always amazes me since I am way more mean than him. All the way home he stares out the window like he just lost his dog and he is not saying a word to me. We get home and I tell him he can not get that gun until he has saved enough money to buy it himself. I would love nothing more than to give my children everything they want but I do have a big responsibility to him to show him you have to earn things. While I'm talking to him I am saying all the things my parents used to say to me. I remember being a kid and not giving a shit what they had to say. I get it now, are you happy Mom and Dad????

On a more serious note I just want to take the time to say, I have heard some bad stuff this week. First the women from the school who has two young children and is dying from Lou Garrett's. Second I had a dear friend who died three years ago tragically after hitting his head. I found out today that his brother is in need of a kidney transplant that is a life or death situation. I saw the clip where the parents that I know well were saying they do not want to lose two sons in their lifetime. Third I was talking to my friend Gigi who lost her Dad unexpectedly from a brain tumor he did not know he had. So I think to myself don't sweat the small stuff. I'm praying for all three of these families who don't deserve any of this. These people I live with make me want to scream more often than not but I would not change that for anything. If your reading this please say a prayer for the families I have mentioned.

Camera girl and the poser.

I head up to school Thursday morning against my better judgement, since I'm not a morning gal. Cole had field days and this is my third day this week of not being able to go back to bed. I look like hell, but that's ok I'm doing my stay at home Mom duties. When I get up to the school I walk in behind this couple that I recognize, since I'm at the school a lot. The women is in a wheelchair and is bone thin. I recognize them but don't know them very well. The lady that makes you show identification to walk in the school asks the women in the wheelchair what happened. Her husband says long story and blows her off. I'm walking behind them out to the playground for field days. They hold the door for me and the women in the wheelchair gives me a huge smile. I find myself wondering what the deal is with them. I find Cole and he cracks me up when he tells everyone I am camera girl and he is the poser! I must say we make a good pair.

Here is the poser with his friends! He is my one child who loves his picture taken and will pose every time as you will see. I'm hanging out with some of the other moms and someone brings up the lady in the wheelchair. Now me I'm thinking she broke something. I find out that she has a third grader and a two year old and had been diagnosed with Lou Garrett's disease. I hear that she does not have much time. When I hear this my breath is almost taken away. I can't imagine what this women is going through. She is put together looks beautiful and has a huge smile in her face. Talk about rethinking "don't sweat the small stuff". The whole day I can't get her out of my mind, I wonder WHY the hell do things like this happen!

Cole once again posing! Even though I can't get this lady out of my head kids are kinda of oblivious to this kind of stuff. Which is once again why I think ignorance is bliss.

Every time I point the camera at Cole he has a pose! He always yells hey camera girl get this. I love that he calls me "camera girl" and not "camera lady".

I catch his race before I have to head to the airport to pick up my cousin Chelsea for a visit.

Chelsea comes in and after dinner we go for a walk. My friend Sharri from Chicago sent the boys some mustaches in the mail. Cole is the first to want to show these stashes off. He wears his proudly on our walk through the hood.

Cole wants me to take several pictures of him posing with the mustache. Someday this kid is going to be in the entertainment industry. He better buy me a huge house, a nice car, and some great plastic surgery.

Another pose from the poser. Still at the end of the night I can't get the women with the beautiful smile out of my head. I feel awful and get teary eyed every time I think of her. It makes me realize life is short and these people I live with are the best things I have done in my life. Please if you read this even though I don't know this women's name please pray for her and her family! In a crazy kind of way she has made me a better person since I have thought of her every time I have wanted to yell at these people I live with today and just gave them a hug instead.

Field days, flower photo shoots, and bedtime rhymes

This week has been a tough one for this not so great in the morning gal. Today Aidan had field days at 8am. There are no get out of jail free cards for these kinds of things. So my not so happy ass headed up to the school instead of back to bed. When you look at the smile on his face it makes it all worth it. Tomorrow is Cole's field day at 8am, I'm going to defiantly give up the goods Thursday night so I can sleep in Friday.

What a little ladies man even if they do like to give him bunny ears in every picture.

After field days I head to Sonic for a cheeseburger. I get to the window and realize I have no purse and no money on me. I felt like a giant jack ass. I drive back home and I am pleasantly surprised it is garbage day! My washer broke on Mothers day of all days. It's only been a few days but I have a ton of laundry. I spend most of the day going back and forth to my neighbors getting caught up on my laundry. I'm still going strong with my yoga so between loads I pop in the yoga DVD. It's only been two weeks but stuff is still cracking and popping. These muscles haven't been stretched like this in years. I wonder if I'm releasing toxins through my body by stretching all these muscles that haven't been stretched since my twenties. God only knows what lurks in there. I feel like I have been brainwashed since I moved here. This is the healthiest state. I live around all these workout barbies that love to run and exercise. I have a recurring dream that I'm running. I never had this dream before I lived here but now I have it a few times a week. In my dream I am pleasantly surprised to find out I am a runner and I'm good at it. I think FB is to blame for this dream since all these girls are posting how great their run was, or how much they love to run. I guess I am green with jealousy since I have never run in my life with the exception of a good ding dong ditch game. I will start with yoga and then I may try the running thing. I kind of think my subconscious may be trying to tell me run. What if it is trying to tell me to run like hell from these people I live with????? Kidding of course but that does sound like fun. I will tell you I was perfectly happy eating cheeseburgers and drinking beer before I moved here. Damn you workout, running, eating healthy people! You have guilted me into exercise. I do like the way the yoga makes me feel but I feel like I may put some weight on me from since I have turned into a hungry, hungry, hippo since starting it.

After Blake gets home I make the boys go out for another photo shoot. I just can't get enough of the beautiful wildflowers this year. They are not at all happy, all it takes is me saying the next time you need something see what I do.

Cole is always the most cooperative for photos. He calls me "camera lady" and himself "the poser", we work well together. He cracks me up because I take a lot of pictures of other families by the pond near our house. Every time he sees someone else taking pictures there he will say...." look Mom that person is stealing your jobs".

This is a cute picture of Aidan but these are far and few between. He is famous for making goofy faces in a lot of my pictures.

I often wonder what life will be like with these guys in a few years. When they got home from school today the two little guys toasted three pieces of toast each, ate yogurt, chips, a slim jim, and drank a half gallon of OJ. Please universe I need money and lots of it otherwise I don't know how I will feed these people when they are in HS.

Oh yeah your eyes are not deceiving you! This is Blake finally earning his keep. They have had little choirs that annoy me more than help me. They have to keep their rooms clean and the game room. They do not clean it the way I like so I re clean it. Blake is finally at the age where his choirs become useful. This one is a hubby bonus, but in my mind I'm thinking if you can mow you can steam clean kitchen floors and do toilets. These people I live with are getting a little more useful to me.

We end the day with having dinner together kind of. The boys pull their chairs up to the edge of the family room so they could watch TV. I always rub the little guys backs before they go to bed. Tonight while I'm rubbing Cole's back he tells me they are learning rhymes in school. He starts to rhyme about me. So he says....."Kerry is kinda scary, shes alittle hairy, acts like a fairy, has a friend named Sharri, she eats a berry, she has a cousin Sherry, and acts like she's merry so you better be warry. I know it sounds stupid but I can't stop laughing. My favorite times with these people I live with are the conversations we have in their bed right before bedtime. I have to get ready because my "bed you make your own breakfast" is opening for business in the morning. My firery redheaded cousin Chelsea is coming in the morning so all you cowboys better hold on to your hats.

Field trip

Cole had a field trip on Monday morning! As many of you know I'm not a morning Gal! But being a stay at home Mom you can't really get out of these. It kinda reminds me of sex, where you don't want to do it but once you get there its all good.

We go the this nature trail that has a cave at the end. Cole is really excited that I'm there which makes it worth the not getting back in bed.

I do have to say the grounds are beautiful. This is an old tree and the roots were unbelievable.

The tour guide was a character, I really think he thought he was the guy from man versus wild. He told the kids a bunch of times be careful of snakes. Some of the kids didn't even want to go on the tour because he mentioning snakes so many times. I'm hanging with Cole's teacher who has been on this trip for the last few years. She tells me she has yet to see a snake and this guy is crazy.

Well wouldn't ya know know it we see two snakes during our tour. The last one the man versus wild tour guide pretty much pulls a shovel out of mid air to get rid of it. The snakes we see are both poisonous! There might be something to that "secret" thing!

Here we are in the cave. It was pretty cool, I'm a little claustrophobic so I stay close to the opening.

We are driving home and I do have "The Secret" Cd. I pop it in since it is a thirty minute drive. I'm hoping to brain wash Cole with this CD! I tell him listen and when you want to fight with your brothers or talk back to me you need to tell the universe this is not how you act. I hope it worked.

We get home to find a dead squirrel at the end of our driveway with a vulture eating it. Cole is fascinated by this. I think to myself this is exactly how I feel some days, getting my guts eaten out ! Oldest person I live with comes home and I catch him in a lie. I now am saying all the same crap my Mom and Dad said to me at this age when I was caught in a lie. I'm upset because from the time my kids were little I have told them if you tell my the truth no matter how bad it is I will not be mad! These next few years with my oldest are going to be tough for me. I lied at this age for sure so I do relate but I thought I had a different approach then my parents. I thought mine would work. I was proven wrong today. It hurts me more than him to get mad at him and take things away but someday he will understand I did it to make him a better person. These people I live with make me sad sometimes.

Rick Trevino

Saturday night hubby and me headed to the Nutty Brown cafe to see our friend Rick Trevino's band. He was one of the opening acts for Jerry lee Lewis. I drove the tour bus in for them. Just kidding I can't hardly drive my SUV let alone a tour bus.

His wife Karla and me have a great time catching up. Last time I saw her she was a Blondie. She kind of makes me want to cross over to the dark side.

Rick and his band were great. This was their first time playing at the nut. He just got back from overseas, he was there playing for the troops.

The nut was crazy for people watching that night. There were tons of people that pretty much came in costume. I wish I would have known, I felt a bit out of place. All these people that were there that night were pretty much covered in tattoos.

This guy was rock in the house all night. He never seemed to stop. He reminded me of the energizer bunny, that or he was a whack on crack.

Here is Rick, we met him and his family in Padre two years ago. We were there with our friends and they set up their tent next to ours. We all ended up hitting it off and hung out all week together. Funny thing is they only live about fifteen minutes from our house.

Does anyone see the girl who put the "C" on cougar????? It's girls like this that give us girls in our forties that most annoying cougar label. I would much rather be called a PUSSYcat!

Tattoos everywhere, it was crazy like a convention for ink! Jesse James would have had a field day here between the tattoos and cougars. Probably would not have been a good thing for his addiction that favorite cop out when men cheat called "sex addiction".

Another crazy character. I liked her get up the best though. She looked pretty good.

I couldn't believe how Jerry lee Lewis rocked out! He is old, his energy amazes me. It was a great show. When he did great balls of fire he actually got up and did a little jig.

Were hanging out on Rick's tour bus listening to some crazy song and laughing our asses off. Karla and me are talking about how tough it is to have a middle school boy. Randy Rodgers band came in to meet Rick that was kind of cool since we have seen them a few times but never met them. I was a little star struck......they were really young!

We left the bus to hang out side to watch the man! He really did put on a great show.

It was so great to see Rick and Karla.

Fun time, even better people watching! The best part is I got a night off from the little people I live with.

We had a blast, I'm so glad we went.

We ended the night with a drink in the bus.