This is not the child I raised

We headed out to Wimberly TX for Blake's football game. Aidan was throwing the ball with some of the players. They couldn't believe what an arm he had for such a little guy. This went right to his head. I have had to hear about it for the last 24 hours.

This just cracks my ass up! Cowboy boots with the football uniforms. Only in Texas.

Unfortunately the boys lose their game. Blake was waiting by his coach for me 2 come sign him out. I'm a bit of a chatty Cathy so I was chatting away with one of the other parents. Blake yells over in a not so sweet way......Hey Mom can you get over here and sign me out. I am stopped dead sentence.....I can't believe this kid just demanded me 2 get over there. I look over at him like....NO YOU DIDN'T! I can't believe this when did this child that used 2 cry over Disney movies when something bad would happen 2 the Mommy turn into this child I don't know???? I used 2 be everything 2 him. He wanted 2 be around me all the time. He used 2 tell me the sweetest things, like he will live with me forever. Now he is that kid???? The kind of kid I would talk shit about and wonder how a parent could raise such a disrespectful child. I have this child now???? I blinked and he turned into one of these three headed beastly teenagers. I don't think I like this.

I walked over 2 him passing all the parents that he yelled this in front of. I wonder if they are thinking how could I raise such a disrespectful child. If I have learned anything in my years it is be careful when talking shit or judging others. A lot of times you are going 2 be chewing on those words. Karma can be a bitch. I walk right up 2 him and ask him if he really just spoke that way 2 me. He looks at me and says but I lost the game and I'm in a bad mood. I look right back at him and tell them if he ever speaks 2 me that way again I will have no problem walking over 2 him and laying him out. I'm one tough MaMa and he should be careful about messing with me. He tells me I'm embarrassing him. I look at him again and say....you embarrass me and you bet your ass I'm going 2 embarrass you back. His coach who his standing right next 2 us lets out a little chuckle. Blake gives me a look like...damn my coach can hear you! That's right kid you better think next time you have the urge 2 talk 2 me like that.

Blake has that phone in his ear for the entire next game. He is probably telling all his friends what a jerk I am. Ask me if I care!

Nothing like a Texas sunset during a football game.

I was giving Blake's friend a ride home after the game. We had just enough gas 2 get us home. We are from a small town and this was an even smaller town we were in. My driving is awful and my sense of direction is even worse. We head home and I turn on this road that I think dead ends into the road Blake's friend lives on. Now the roads out here are very country with NO lights. We are going for a while and Blake's friend says I don't think it's supposed 2 take this long. Now I was thinking the same thing but wasn't saying anything. My gas tank light is on and we are driving into what looks like the tunnel of death. I say something about needing gas and it really looks like we are in no man's land. Aidan who is a bit of a nervous Nelly starts 2 cry. I tell him not 2 worry even though I have that nervous feeling in my belly. All the sudden Blake, his friend, and Cole let out a blood curdling scream. OMGOSH, What????? There is a cricket jumping from kid 2 kid in the car. These football players are acting like a bunch of girls over this little harmless cricket. I thought that until that nasty thing jumped on me and I screamed louder than any of them. So we are still driving into the tunnel of death, my overactive mind pictures some crazy guy jumping out in front of the car with a chainsaw. Aidan is pretty much hyperventilating in the back set and crying that he does not want 2 end up on the side of the road. We finally see some light in the distance. We pull into a gas station on fumes. I'm so thankful, I would hate 2 have 2 call Blake's friends Dad from the side of the road. I didn't even know where 2 tell someone how 2 find us anyway. We fill up on gas and get directions from this old country guy. Now this old country guy goes into way 2 many details and confuses me more. I have GPS but every time Hubby wanted 2 show me how 2 use it I didn't feel like listening. I figure the shit out and we are back on our way. This 30 minute drive turned into an hour an a half drive but I got us there.

I wake up Wednesday morning and the house is the equivalent 2 a frat house. Hubby left town and I left all the shit I normally do behind for a few days. He is flying home today and I wake up in a panic. There is a pile of clean clothes a mile high in the middle of the living room. I just didn't feel like folding them. There is paper and crap all over the office. There are dirty dishes in the sink and "to go" crap all over. There is dog hair all in the bed that the dog is never supposed 2 get into. I don't know where 2 start. I'm horrible under pressure. I can't just do one room at a time, I'm all over the place like a bee pollinating flowers. Most important is 2 get the sheets in the wash the Dog hair would be the biggest NO, NO! I kind of feel like that kid who's parents went away for the weekend and they went wild. While I'm cleaning I come across one of Blake's football shoes. Now he has practice right after school and will need this shoe. His school is in Dripping which is not down the street. This is the only day of the week I don't have 2 go 2 Dripping for some kind of practice. This is not what I need when I'm trying 2 clean up from my two days off of......I didn't go behind these people cleaning up! I run the damn shoe out there even though he is on my shit list. I find one of his coaches and ask him 2 give this 2 Blake but 2 first knock him in the head with it!

Later that afternoon I have a phone conference with Berkley heart center. I had an extensive heart test recently. This person was calling 2 go over everything with me since you can't understand what those test mean. I still only understand half of what she was saying. What I got is that I carry a gene from one of my parents that put me at risk for heart disease or stroke. I have 2 give up everything I love and I have 2 do everything I hate. All I can think of is in a perfect world cheeseburgers, french fries, sodas, and beers would be good for you. A perfect world would be you could over indulge and feel great the next day. A perfect world would be you could sit on the sofa watching TV and be toning your body. A perfect world would be you have a clone 2 do all the shit you don't want 2 mess with. All I think right now is we don't live in a perfect world. It sucks getting older and having 2 maintenance all this crap. I really am a true believer that "ignorance is bliss". Anyway back 2 cleaning up after these people I live with.

These People I Live With: Why do Mondays suck????

These People I Live With: Why do Mondays suck????

Why do Mondays suck????

What is it about Mondays???? They really just suck. I always make promises to myself that I never seem to keep on Mondays! I'm going to workout more, start eating healthy, taking better care of myself, stop procrastinating, and so on and so on. Why is it so easy to sit on the sofa eating cheeseburgers and drinking soda rather than working out and eating seeds, nuts, fruits, and veggies????

Our weekend was spent running around to games on Saturday. Well I should say mine. Hubby was at the longhorn game. While talking to my Mom...aka...Debbie Downer I tell her Michael is at the longhorn game. Her response is......Does anyone ever talk about that guy who shot people from the tower???? WHAT????? I ask her what year was that???? She says...I don't know, before you were born. So when I think of a Texas Longhorn I think of a sea of Orange, drinking beers, and having blast! I guess when Debbie thinks of longhorns she sees the shooter. That was over 40 years ago, get over it Debbie. I mean that in the most thoughtful way of course!

Crazy thing I was working on this blog entry last night. I got tired and decided 2 finish it today. When I woke up it was all over the news that there was a shooter at the UT campus this morning. The campus is in lock down. Sounds like everyone is safe except the shooter took his own life in the library. I'm slightly creeped out right now. That was a weird feeling when I woke up and heard that. Thinking about all the people at UT today.

Sunday we went to one of our favorite neighbors kids longhorn party. A lot of the people there were UT grads. It was a sea of orange. Lots of fun. I took the pictures for the party and I have 2 say they turned out great. My friend Hillary needs 2 go into the party planning business, this party was unbelievable. Later that night Blake was standing at the refrigerator while I was in front of the TV. He yells over...Hey Mom do we have hot dogs??? I yell back...Are you serious kid??? He yells back...well do we? I yell back....Are you standing in front of the fridge with the door open???? He yells...yeah! I yell....well then look in it and see if YOU see any hot dogs, you hot dog! I get another yell from the bathroom....Hey Mom can you come here. This is never a good sign when they want you 2 come 2 the bathroom. This usually means they are sick or have some strange color poop. I walk over and there sits Aidan on the pot. He looks at me with this giant smile on his face. This is good no one is sick or scared of the color of the poop. I ask what do you need??? He tells me you are not going to believe what came out of my butt. I'm thinking unless you just shit a billion dollar bill out your ass I really have no interest. I bite since he looks so pleased with himself. He gets up and makes me look at a giant turd. I'm taken back for many reasons. I first can't believe this came out of someone his size! I second can't believe my life has come 2 looking at giant turds in the toilet. My twisted sister would love this SHIT....me not so much! I'm a girly girl, I don't like 2 look at turds! He then in his ever so proud manner tells me that this is a turd that Daddy would poop! fantastic, good for you...now can I please go back to watching Desperate Housewives????

Monday morning I get up get the kids ready and have the Hubs take them 2 school since he is leaving for Atlanta. I of course go back 2 bed because it is what I do best. After I wake up I go 2 Walmart. While shopping in there I see a lady in the wine aisle. She has a cart full of cat food and at least ten bottles of wine. When I feel down about my life I just have 2 run into 2 people like this. I want one day with this lady. Even though wine makes me sicker than a dog. I want 2 see how she lives. I'm am always intrigued by others.

I'm looking for a sports timer for Blake. This is for his new referee job. I stop a guy in the sports section and ask for help. He checks out my cart and tells me people like me are his bread and butter and thanks me for shopping at Walmart. All I want is a sports timer! The only people working at Walmart making the bread and butter are the Walmart people! He gets me right 2 the sports timers. I take it and go on my way. He follows me down the aisle still thanking me....I'm starting 2 get uncomfortable......What the Hell, these crazy people don't work at Target! I'm thinking...leave me a lone they are not paying that much anyway.....no need 2 kiss my butt.

I get home pick up the kids. My car that I LOVE so much dies in the parking lot. My friends Hubby has 2 come 2 jump start it. I have 2 have Cole at FB practice at 5:30. I drop him off and go 2 pick up Blake and his friends at FB practice from the middle school. While driving home we come across this car that is painted yellow and black, it has Jesus stuff all over the hood, the top, and the trunk. When I say Jesus stuff I mean giant statues of Joseph, Mary, and Jesus in every size you can imagine. The boys want me to follow this car so they can get a picture on their phones. I find myself at 40 chasing this Jesus car down some country winding road. The boys are laughing like crazy. I am the cool Mom and I'm OK with that! I start 2 stress a little since we are starting 2 go way out of our way. I think the car realizes we are chasing it and pulls over. The boys get their pics. I can't figure out how 2 get the pic from my phone 2 the computer otherwise I would have it here. It was fun chasing that car.

We get home and Hubby is out of town. I get the kids showered and in bed. I really don't know why but I am sitting here with every light on in the house. the TV on, the computer on, and no one telling me 2 turn anything off! This is heaven 2 me!

Anyway there is way 2 much on my DVR 2 be messing with this! The house is mine, the TV, lights, and computer! I will be sitting in a not picked up house watching TV. I will go 2 bed naked doing bed angels with no one trying 2 get some....Life is good with these people I live with!

Debbie Downer and the bee

Thursday night I headed out with Aidan to his two hour soccer practice. Not wanting to sit in the bug infested field for two hours I run to the grocery store. When I get back I still have about 45 minutes left. I call Mom...aka...Debbie Downer. While I'm talking to her I scream because there is a big brown bee looking kind of thing flying around my car. Debbie tells me their was a man in Elk Grove village that got stung by a bee and died this week. Seriously is this women for real???? She has a downer story to go with everything I say. I still wonder why she is the wealth of downer information. I tell her I can't believe she is telling me this while there is a bee flying around my car. She just laughs. I think she gets some sick satisfaction from telling me this stuff.



I'm fighting with this bee thing and it disappears. Aidan is finally done with practice. While driving home the bee resurfaces. All I can think of is this thing is going to get me and Debbie is going too feel like a total jerk. Aidan is complaining in the back seat that he is starving.

Hubby and I have been at odds about fiances. He is on me to get a job. We have had a bit of a black cloud over us lately. His car needed brakes, the lawnmower broke, and the kids are draining us with all the sports stuff. I forgot my driver side window broke too. The "Universe" is going to take care of all this because I'm about too win a shit load of money.

I give into Aidan and pull into the Sonic. I start into the drive through and remember my window won't go down. My intuition tells me too get the hell out of there and go home. I should have listened to that little intuition thing. It's right every time. I pull in wide because of the broken window I'm going to have to get out to order. I hit the frickin sign! This wipes out the side of my car, the hood of my car, and the bumper. Not to mention the sonic sign! This is not my first sonic mishap. I backed into someone in Sonic when I was eight months pregnant with Cole. I'm starting too hate this place. All I can think of is I didn't want to stop here in the first place. This is so unfair. Would it be bad if I reached back and sucker punched Aidan????? Technically I just paid 500 dollars for a damn cheeseburger.

I tell Aidan not to tell Hubby yet. He asks me if he can tell Cole. I know he will not be able to hold this in. I have no choice but walk in with my tail between my legs and tell Hubby. I get out of the car and it is way worst than I thought it was. The whole front of my car is going to need to be replaced. Thank God a couple of friends of ours had stopped over. I get to tell Hubby with an audience. His face gets pretty red I can tell he is really mad. He is holding it together as much as he can. We have a constant fight about my driving even when I'm not running down signs. While passing him in the hallway he says can you please get a job.......I need some help paying for all the stuff you and the kids mess up. LOW BLOW! Aidan only eats half the burger because he gets a stomach ache. I really want to shove that burger down his throat but I don't want to scar the child.


I wake up the next day with a sick feeling in my stomach. I feel overwhelmed by all the unplanned money flying out the account. Since it's Friday we are planning to go to the Football game. We stop by a friends house on the way to the game to pick up their son. They are having a party, so we hang out for a bit. While there I'm talking to a girl who is from Chicago. I tell her I'm from there too. Turns out she was one of my cousins best friends. What a small world. Next I'm talking to this guy who works for a builder in my hood. I tell him I used to work for one of the other builders in the hood. He asks if I need a job. This is crazy since I woke up sick that morning thinking I need a job.

I'm talking to this group of girls and we are chatting about men with multiple wives. I would have never thought this before but I'm thinking that doesn't sound half bad. Wow, another wife too help with all the cleaning, cooking, driving, and putting out! I think those chicks are on to something. I picture myself sitting back watching TV while the other ones do all the shit I hate doing. My mind goes else where and I wonder why there are not chicks with multiple Hubby's. The big benefit would be multiple pay checks. I wouldn't have to get a job. But then I think.....shit who the hell would want to satisfy more than one man????? It is like a light bulb went off.....of course there are not chicks with multiple Hubby's!

We finally make it to the game. I have the tickets along with a 20 in my pocket. We get in and I go to get my twenty and it's gone. It must of fallin out when I got the tickets out. This black cloud needs too leave the top of my head. I know things happen in three's but we are way past three. Unfortunately the Tigers get killed. We leave the game a little early to beat traffic. I call Debbie on the way home to tell her about my new job. She says.....that's great did you hear we had a murder suicide in our neighborhood????? I know I poke fun at her for being a Downer but damn she's out of control. I talk to her every night I'm going too see if she could go one night without telling me something awful. All these people I live with are finally asleep so it's TV time for me. I still can't get the to and too straight so have fun laughing at me. I guess I could never go on...Are You Smarter Than a Fifth Grader! I'm tired and ready for TV so please excuse any errors, I did not feel like a proof read.

Monday Night Football

The kids got home from school and the skies did not look great for football. I had to have the little guys do their homework right after school since we have a game at 5:30. Cole and I get into a fight while he is doing his homework. I get so frustrated I tell him not to bother with it, I'm just sick of fighting with him. Homework to me is a waste of good trees and my sanity. He ends up on the sofa crying. As he is crying he yells......WHY DON'T YOU PICK ON SOMEONE YOUR OWN AGE! I can't help it, I'm mad as hell but that statement makes me laugh. I pace around and do some deep breathing exercises. I come back have him sit back down and try to have a little more patience. As much as I wanted these kids to go back to school I think it may just be more work than summers. The damn homework is mine! They need help every night.

Right before we head to the game I pull up something called Skyward. This is a great little website that you can see exactly what grades your kids are getting on a daily basis. I see that Blake has gotten 100% on every math homework assignment but has failed his test. I wasn't born yesterday so this screams nothing to me but "Cheater". You can't get 100% on everything and then fail the test. My guess would be he is copying someones homework in the class. Why can't I have those perfect children with straight A's and perfect manners???? Is that so much too ask??? I know they are out there I see them in the classroom and I hear about them from their parents. I have asked the universe on more than one occasion too bless me with that type of child. I listened to that damn Cd with that awful sounding lady about asking the universe for what you want and you will receive. UNIVERSE all I am asking for is perfect children and a multi million dollar lotto ticket. Now what the Hell is your problem???

We head to the game and I don't say anything about the grade yet. I don't want him too worry about this during the game. The first half of the game it is lightly raining. The kids are playing really well though. It is fun too sit up in the stands and watch your kid on the field. That is as long as he is not making big mistakes on the field. Blake gets a few good tackles and gets his named mentioned on the loud speaker. I think I have said this before but it is Blake's first year playing football. I'm really proud of how well he has done. He made starting corner back on the B team. There are three teams at this grade level. I know his main reason for playing is because the ladies like football players. I think he has really started to love the game though. Being born in Texas most of the kids he is playing with were born with a football in their hands according to their Dads. He has some tough competition out there but he holds his own. Now if he could just master those grades!

We pretty much kill the other team. I'm happy since they had their first game last week and lost.

They are so proud after the game. What a great feeling that must be. Little does he know that great feeling is about to bust when we ground his ass for life. Cole went to one of his coaches house because he had football practice while we were at the game. It is a sin here in Texas if you miss football practice for any reason except if your in the hospital. We go too pick him up after the game. All the way home we have too hear about all the crap this kid has that Cole doesn't have. Kids these days really think they deserve every thing. Who the hell is raising these brats anyway???

When Blake gets home hubby and I sit him down too take away everything. We tell him about his test score and confront him with cheating. He calmly tells us he knows about that grade and it was put in the computer wrong. Holy crap do I look like a total dumb ass???? Teachers don't put grades in wrong! We take every thing away and send him to bed. Gosh I hope I'm not eating my words in a day or two. Surely a teacher wouldn't put a grade in wrong. I'm going with my gut on this and my gut says this kid is snowing me.

I call Mom...aka...Debbie downer after the game too tell her how well Blake did. We talk for a while. As we are about too get off the phone she tells me....wait I forgot to tell you something. She was here this past weekend. I had some extensive testing done and found out I have a big vitamin D deficiency. She tells me she was reading something in the paper about Alzheimer's and it said if your vitamin D deficient you have a 375% chance of getting it. Thank you Debbie for that! Just another thing too worry about. Just another day where these people I live with take a few years off my life! Now universe you better not be listening to that one.

BTW, sorry about the to and too, still trying to get that crap straight! I think I may need to go back to school.

Grumps and Debbie come in for a weekend visit

Thursday night Aidan had a soccer game. He had to take care of business right after it started. Must be nice to be a boy.

When I look at this picture the movie "the matrix" is in my head. Aidan is the star player on his team. I'm excited because I have never had a the star player. My other two are great athletes, but him being the baby of the bunch he has always had to hold his own. I have to say it has paid off for him. He is playing on a team two years up from his age. He is just that good!

Here he is making a crazy good goal with his left foot. I hear that is a great thing. I'm taking all the pictures for the team again. I'm by the other teams parents since this is the best place to get the good shots. While over there I hear the parents talking about Aidan. They can't believe how good he is since he is half the size of the others. They start to call him "the bumble bee" because he is everywhere. I find myself wanting to tell them he is mine. Then I think, Hello that's kind of like saying "hey look at me". Do you think this may be a cry for help? Being a stay at home Mom sometimes you find yourself seeking a little attention. No one gives a shit that he is mine. They are here to watch a game.

Friday night against my better judgment I host a party for 30+ middle school kids. Since Blake just turned 13 I decide I will put myself through the torture. I spend Friday all day baking these cute bite size cupcakes. I got this great recipe from my friend Sharri in Chicago. They have a secret ingredient that makes them really good.

I got a bunch of glow necklaces and light up glasses for the event. I turned my garage into a kick ass disco. Right away the dog has a glow necklace around his neck and a whole piece of pizza in his mouth. This is the first sign that it is going to be a long night. I spent my night chasing middle school kids from walking down the street even though I gave them strict instructions to stay in the driveway, garage, and kitchen. I had to chase them out of my neighbors yard numerous times since he has O tolerance for that kind of thing. I watched a wee bit of drama from time to time from the girls at the party. I thought to myself on more than one occasion...why didn't I end this party earlier. I had to ask them more than once to put a more age appropriate song on. What the hell is wrong with the Disney station anyway??? The whole party at one time was screaming at the top of their lungs the Rhianna and Eminen song. Hello that song is about a guy lighting his girlfriends bed on fire and she likes it! What the hell kind of kids are we raising anyway????


At one point the kids are all dancing and singing to Journey. I go out there to dance and sing with them. Blake politely pulls me aside and asks to stop since I am embarrassing him. A couple of cans of pop get thrown over the neighbors fence along with some glow sticks and two balls. I know I'm going to have hell to pay since he has called the police on me when my kid looked at him funny.

The kids have a great time. Me not so much. I am slightly jealous, this is such a great age.

Blake has so much fun. Towards the end of the party hubby goes to pick up my Dad..aka.. Grump and my Mom...aka...Debbie up from the airport. They get to witness the last hour of this craziness.

The next day hubby goes to the neighbors house two times to say he is sorry for the stuff that went over the fence. Of course he won't answer the door. We do want our balls back as well. No telling how many dollars worth of balls he has kept in the three years we have lived here. We go to our other neighbors house to watch the UT game that night. When we come home all the cans and the glow sticks are thrown in our driveway, not the balls. The next day hubby sees him outside and explains that our friends two year old tossed those cans over the fence and we are really sorry. He asks if we could have our balls back. He tells hubby he did not see any balls but he will double check. That is BS since we looked over the fence and the balls were right next to the cans. I'm at the point where I am sick of kissing this guys ass to keep the peace. I want to collect all the balls in the hood that no one is using and write "blow me" on them. I will chuck one a day into his yard. It would just make me feel better.

Poor Cole, he was having a great time at the party and Blake kept telling me to get him out of there. Sucks to be the little brother.

The kids were waiting to be picked up all hanging in the driveway. I have to laugh that everyone one of them was on their cell phones texting each other. I don't get why they had to do this when they are sitting right next to each other. This is one warped generation.

Saturday morning we had two games and Blake had a referee job. We all ran around like chickens with our heads cut off. After the games my Mom...aka..Debbie downer went out looking at the model homes in the area. When we got back we found The Grump and the Grump in training on the sleep on the sofa.

On Sunday the Bears are playing Dallas. This is funny since my Dad...aka..Grump and Hubby who is from Texas are watching the game together. Cole puts on his Cowboys Jersey to make Hubby happy.

Cole also puts on his Chicago jersey to make the Grump happy. Watch out girls this one is a pleaser! My Mom...ake...Debbie Downer and I take off to shop in Wimberly. Blake goes with us in hopes that we will stop at the mall.

Mom and I are shopping in Wimberly. Blake who has in the last few months become that sleep, eat, and complain child of mine ends up in the cafe eating and watching the football game with the owner. Debbie Downer can shop like no one I have ever met. She can spend over an hour in a store looking at the same shit over and over. I end up sitting outside waiting for her in front of every shop. I know what guys feel like when they are dragged around shopping.

That night after the Bears kill the Cowboys Mom and I take Blake to his church youth group. While were driving there Cole is riding his motor scooter with no shoes and no helmet, this is a huge NO, NO. My Mom sees him and is telling Blake, his friend, and I everything that could go wrong with this situation. She tells us he could get a cut on his foot that will get infected shoot right up to his heart and kill him. I say right away....back off Debbie I don't raise my kids this way. She says ...things like this happen. Blake who is in the back seat says......hey Grandma do you remember when you told me if I ate too many pieces of popcorn at once I could die??? She then tells Blake she knew someone that happened too. I wonder why I fear so much...Hello it's Debbie's fault. I don't want my kids to go through life thinking that some infection is going to shoot to their heart if they don't wear shoes. I have spent most of my adult life trying to re-train my brain to not think that way.

We are preparing dinner and Aidan wants to help. My evil side would like to tell him to take a hike. He is slow and he makes a mess. Even though he thinks he is helping he is making more work for me. I give in because I know it is important for kids to feel important. See I'm really not that bad of a Mom.

If Aidan is helping Cole has to help too. Double trouble and double the mess. While sipping her Cosmo Debbie Downer says.......Aren't you worried that they are going to cut their finger off???? Back off Debbie...just sip on that Cosmo....is what I want to say. Truth be told I am more of a klutz than these two so I have a bigger chance of that.

Monday we took my parents to the airport. They just might be the perfect house guest. They washed the sheets and towels they used and had everything all put back together upstairs. They are always a big help when they come and for some odd reason they like too clean. I always get a little teary eyed when they leave. After they get out of the car Cole says.......Don't cry Mom it's not like you will never see them again. I almost catch myself saying....you never know what might happen. Holy Bejesus I spent too much time with Debbie! I tell him I would just like it if we could live by each other. Cole tells me he is going too buy a house on the same street as me.

On our way home we pass a few pan handlers. Aidan the thinker says......can I get arrested if I act like a homeless person and Im not really homeless???? I ask him if he is thinking about standing on a street corner asking for money. He says yes, if I won't get arrested. I ask why he would possibly want to do that. He tells me so he could get enough money too buy a house boat. I tell him yes he would get arrested. I tell him he better never be on a street corner or anywhere begging for money. I tell him it takes good grades, hard work, or a really great idea to get enough money for the things we love.


I had to take that picture of Cole doing his homework with his football helmet on. He just loves football. He looked so cute. He tells me all the time he wants to be in the NFL when he grows up. We had such a great weekend with the Grump and Debbie. I hate how fast it always goes.

Holy crap, I'm feeling slightly overwhelmed

Yesterday my oldest played in his very first Football game. I was a super proud Mama bear in the stands. I took over 100 pictures surprise, surprise. On our way home from the game the boys wanted to stop at Sonic. We stopped and Aidan wanted a cherry limeade. I told him I will get him one but he can't tell Cole. Cole had football practice so he had to skip the game. He was at home already in his PJ's so I didn't want to bring him a soda home. I got the kids up for school this morning. I was checking my E-mail while they were eating breakfast. All the sudden I hear Aidan telling Cole that he got a Cherry Limeade yesterday. He just couldn't do what I asked he had to throw it in Cole's face. I guess it must have been eating at him all night since it was pretty much the first thing he said to Cole when he got up. What a dumb butt, that will be the last time I do that.

After I take the kids to school I lay back down for an hour. When I wake up my eyes feel super heavy and my body feels like I have been hit by a truck. This should have been my first sign to go back to bed and not get out till I have to get the kids. I get up and run some errands. When I get home I decide to do some job hunting. I pull up Craig's list. There's a few things that catch my eye. I first come across dating coach. I fit most of the qualifications except the most important one "Experienced Dater". I hate that you pretty much have to apply for everything online. I feel I may be able to talk my way into this job if I could just chat with a real person. I have ladies night about twice a month. On these ladies night we get a little tipsy and we talk about every bad date and every good date we every went on. We also talk about great dating stories from people we know. I feel like I have become a wealth of information about dating do's and don'ts. I have watched every crap reality TV show especially the bachelor. I love to analyze the crazy people on these shows. I always know what they are doing wrong! I think this would be a fun and interesting job that's right up my alley. Since I don't qualify I move on.

Children's Entertainer is the next thing that catches my eye. Well it was the 60 dollars a hour that really caught my eye. I just really don't like kids very much so I don't think I would be too good at entertaining them. I have a hard enough time entertaining my own. I come across something that says........If you have ringing, buzzing, or whistling in your ears click here. While I'm reading this I can here Cole and his friend bouncing off the walls upstairs which is causing a ring. Aidan is buzzing something in my ear that I am acting like I don't hear. I always hear the whistling of my mind messing with me all day. I really don't think that's what they meant by this post though. It would be nice if I could get paid to have someone analyze it.

Outstanding sales job, lots of money. This one sounds great. I know I can sell. It's a bad sign when you click on and they don't tell you what you'll be selling. There is no clue to what this company even is, it just says send resume. I steer clear of that one. It's probably some pyramid crap. I was surprised at how many posts there were about egg donors. I have to click just to find out how much these eggs are worth. Ten grand for an egg that is if I wasn't 40. Surprisingly there was a post that wanted a Jewish egg donor. Is there really a big difference between a Jewish egg or a Catholic one???? I was kind of thinking beggars can't be choosers. I'm mean really you are begging for egg's on Craig's list. Another funny one was.....Do you have any strange habits. Ummm, yeah.....but we won't be writing about those.

Weekend Ranch hand.....job requirements....Water horses, tend the stalls, and help around the ranch. The bad side of my mind kicks in and I picture me working for this half dead billionaire who lures me away from Hubby. I leave him for this guy and then the old geezer dies and leaves me with nothing but his billions. Now that sounds just awful. On to "living signs".....job requirements dress up as something like a giant cow or a giant hot dog. Stand on a street corner and dance around like a giant asshole. The one that interested me the most and I am being serious.......Watch TV and get paid. I can't believe my eyes.....I love TV! This is my dream job. It pays 20 dollars an hour which isn't half bad. I apply right away. Because I grow up with Debbie Downer I can't help but hear the sound of her voice saying......If it sounds too good to be true it is!!!!! There goes that damn ringing in my ears again. Needless to say, if you haven't worked a real job for awhile the pickins are slim!

Every time on on Craig's list I find myself drawn to the....men seeking men post. Those gay guys are a good laugh for sure. They post the craziest stuff with the craziest pictures. Quite entertaining for sure. They always brighten my gloomy day.

While fighting with my twisted sister on facebook today she writes something about me being unabashed on there. She loves to do that kind of shit to me. She knows that word is way over my head and I will not get it. For Gods sake I can't even get my To and Too straight. I hate when I have to "google" something before I respond. I look up the definition for unabashed. Unabashed means not embarrassed, poised, and obvious. I'll take this one....this is not the worst thing that someone has ever said about me.

While chasing my tail around like a dog cleaning up after these people I come across this. The lazy ass dog just laying around in Aidan's bed.

I give Mom...aka...Debbie Downer a call. She is telling me that people in Austin are having more sex than anyone. I ask her where does she hear this crazy stuff. She tells me she was reading it in Men's magazine. Since she is coming this weekend I tell her to keep that info on the down low. She tells me she is bringing that magazine too show Hubby. Really Mom....can't you ever have my back???? That's all I need on a night when I'm too tired. He will be quoting me crap from Men's magazine. I may be moving.

After dinner and showers Cole tackles the crap out of Aidan in the living room. Aidan is left crying on the floor. I really get sick of him doing this to Aidan. I yell for Hubby so he can set this child straight. Cole makes the mistake of telling Hubby he hates him. This sends Hubby right over the edge. Cole is sent to bed. Cole is then yelling from the top of the stairs that he is moving out and we are the worst family ever. Hubby starts up the stairs. Cole in his most dramatic way starts bauling like he is about to be torchered. He starts screaming Help me, Help me. Now Hubby has never laid a hand on this kid. He is being a little over the top for sure. Blake walks over laughing and says it sounds like he is being murdered up there. I can't help it but I am smiling in side. This kid did me in today and now it's his turn.

While Blake is in the shower I'm scrolling through his text messages. I only see one that peeks my interest. It's really not a big deal it's just about a hug. I was playing spin the bottle at his age so a hug is all good to me. While I'm checking he gets an incoming text that says...I'm mad at you. I text right back and say...WHY???? He comes down from the shower before I get the response. Damn I wish he was showering longer....well kind of.

Today has just been one of those days where I'm feeling overwhelmed by everything. I'm tired of homework. It makes me feel dumb when they ask a question. I'm tired of cleaning because it just gets trashed five minutes after I clean it. I'm tired of breaking up fights because it just happens again. I'm at the point where I'm going to just let them beat the shit of each other. I will get a popcorn and a coke sit back and watch as if I'm at my own personal WWF wrestling match. I'm tired of soaking football pants that just get re stained the next day. I'm tired of laundry that keeps piling up. They can just be pig pens. I'm tired of cooking dinner just too hear....I don't like this. I'm tired of socks that have holes in them or just disappear for no reason. I'm tired of going to the grocery store just to find out I need to go back. I tired of much these people eat and drink. Do you know how many cute jeans I could have bought. Most of all I'm tired of saying the same thing over and over. It has become obvious that no one is listening. These people I live with are overwhelming me....please send back up!

Monday, Monday

Really busy weekend! Some of the Cavender's came in for the weekend to hang out and see Cole's football game.

Let's just say it was hotter than heck out there! I am the official team photographer. I get to go out on the field to get the good shots.

Here is a picture of all my boys. Yes, that is my middle school child in those black socks with sandals. The first time he came down the stairs with this look I really thought it was a joke. He looks like one of those 1970's old polish guys that we all used to laugh at. I went to pick him up from football practice tonight and all the kids looked like this. Blows my mind! I was trying to recall some fashion foe pas from my time. I would have to say "mullets" were the biggest embarrassment. The scary thing is both men and women sported these mullets. Even scarier there are still people out there with mullets. How about those drop waist dresses....seriously?? I remember in high school I wore granny panties.....really sexy. BIG HAIR SPRAYED HAIR! I bet that felt great for the boyfriends running their fingers through it. My all time favorite was the giant shoulder pads. Did we really think it was sexy to look like a football player???? Maybe to some. Every time my kids do something that I think.....OH NO! I try to go back to that age and rethink what I'm going to say to them. As I'm writing this for some reason that song "take me down to the Paradise city" is playing in my head. Don't ask me why.....it's my over thinking mind thinking again. Holy crap just thought of stir-up pants....what the hell were we thinking??

While uploading the pictures from Cole's game, I came across this one. What is funny about this is my baby is that little one with those two giant guys about to lay him out. I can't believe the coaches, one being Hubby put him up against these guys.

That is my baby holding his own with the gentle giant. I'm just a proud Mama right now. He may have my little genes but it does not stop him.

Cole is super happy because they won the game. I am super happy because I'm super hot at this game and it is over.

Hubby's younger brother Blair, his wife Mandy are here for the weekend. We have lived in Austin three and a half years and this is Blair's second time to be here. We have a great visit with them.

We are celebrating my niece Lexi's 5th birthday. The boys love having her here.

Here is Mimi with all her Grand kids. Saturday night we had a nice dinner and celebrated Lexi's and Blake's birthday. I invited two of my friends to come over and have drink that night. Our neighbor was having a poker party a few doors down. All of the sudden we have a bunch of my Hubby's drunk friends in our house from the poker party. They came, they drank every bit of alcohol in the house, they destroyed and they left. I really love all these people! I wasn't planning on getting drunk but there I was drunk. Hubby and me cleaned up and let me tell you this house looked like a frat house when they left. I woke up feeling bad thanks to this very unplanned party.

One of hubbies friends who popped over reads the blog. He was telling how much he enjoys it. He told me it drives him nuts that I don't know the proper way to use my too's. I know I suck at this grammar thing. I wish I had a ghost writer. Sorry for the bad grammar, run-on sentences, and bad spelling. I just think this has been a fun way to write down what's going on in our lives. It will be really fun for the kids to look back on some day. Hopefully they will buy my a house, a car. or send me on a nice vacation after reading this.

Monday, Monday, So like more Mondays that I would like to admit too, I have a plan. I'm going to get up and change my life. No more soda's, no more bad habits, a little exercise, and more healthier eating. So I get up and drink a Dr. Pepper, which is my weakness. In my defence I do not drink coffee. I do eat a Greek yogurt, take a vitamin D pill, and do 45 minutes of yoga. I'm half way there. woooo hoooo! I blow it by the evening, but that's alright. There is always next Monday.

Blake my seventh grader is doing his homework. I am telling him how important his grades are starting to be. He tells me that things are way harder than when I was in school. I ask him how the heck he would know what things were like when I was in school. He tells me other Mom's told him things are way harder these days and he doesn't know why I can't just admit this. Really who are these Moms because I would really like to strangle them about now. You should never admit that to your child! Hasn't any one ever heard of brainwashing???? Another amazing day with these people I live with.