
This is the story of three jack ass boys, one anal Hubby, one very close 2 insane Mom, and one perfect dog.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
A case of Jekyll and Hyde

Monday, May 24, 2010
A night at the Oscars












Thursday, May 20, 2010
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.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
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.



Monday, May 17, 2010
The bed and you make your own breakfast was busy this weekend







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.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Camera girl and the poser.








Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Field days, flower photo shoots, and bedtime rhymes









Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Field trip








Monday, May 10, 2010
Rick Trevino




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.







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