Are you ready for some football.

Hubby is on the chain gang for the Monday night football game. This is great for him because he gets to be out on the field.

Blake has his best game of the season. I'm so happy for him. His name was announced over the loud speaker several times. Woot Woot.....proud Mom here. He is number 81 when your checking out pictures.

This is him making a great tackle. The boys haven't won their last few games so it's nice to see them playing so well.

He blocks the guy from catching this ball and the crowd goes wild. His name is once again mentioned.

Always nice to win when your on your own field. Great game.

He looks pretty proud. I love when I see my kids so happy even if they make me miserable half the time.

Blake even had a super cute fan at his game.

This even though this is not my kid it would be my money shot for the game.

I have spent the last two days cleaning the house and getting ready for my twisted sister and pirate girl to come for a visit. I'm so excited I can hardly stand it.

I picked up the little guys from school today. After they were home for a bit I got into a fight with Cole. He started yelling at me. I tell him he will not yell at me that way. What does he say....You only have yourself to blame for this, you taught me how to yell. I can't believe what I am hearing. I tell him when do I yell at you Cole???? I yell after I have asked you to do something or not do something several times. He tells me I am the WORST Mom ever and he needs to move out. Good get your little smart ass out of here is what I'd love to say. The fight continues and every part of me wants to drop to his level and start telling him all the things that bug me about him. What I do is not let him go the football practice. The kids LOVES football so this is killing him. I send him to his room and listen to him yelling that he has the worst Mom ever. I'm at the computer and I'm at my breaking point. I just sit there and cry for a little bit. I really don't know why he does this. No one else does it. Where did I go wrong with him. All of his coaches and teachers always tell me how wonderful he is. I am the only one he treats this way. I think he needs and old school ass kicking. Or maybe I should drop his ass off with some crazy mean Mom for a few days. After a while he comes down and asks me if he could have a hug. I give him a hug and try to explain to him that it is very disrespectful to talk to me this way. He ruins the whole hug thing when he tells me I need to be more respectful of him. What can I say except he is a work in progress.

Since I am the queen of Halloween we have been booed three times. This is where a secret person leaves you a Halloween treat on your door. The next night you are supposed to BOO two other people. Since I am pretty much behind on life these days I have yet too Boo anyone. I tell Aidan I'm going to get our Boo treats tomorrow so to think about who he wants too Boo. He cracks me up when he says....um how bout some RANDOMS.

Twisted sister is flying in tonight so this will probably be my last post for a few days. Hopefully these people and the Universe will lay off of me while she is here. I do have to throw her ass under the bus real quick. I borrowed a car seat from my neighbor. I'm telling her I got it. She says did he install it. I say No, we are going too. She pauses and then says OHHHHH in one of those long drawn out Ohhhh's. What???I ask. Well she says they make these alittle different and they are hard to put in! Hello Twisted sister these have always been a bitch to get in....I think we got! All in fun Twisted sister.


I don't usually post recipes but I'm posting one. I can't believe how my kids eat the crap out of it.
Bacon Spaghetti

Saute two white onions in olive oil cut into thin strips

Add four cans of dices tomatoes the ones with basil, oregano, and garlic

Cook a package of bacon and crumble it and add to your mix.

Boil the thin spaghetti noodles rinse and add your sauce

I can't believe I just added a recipe to my blog....that is so unlike my blog. Totally worth making!
Great re heated too. I guess you could wrap a shit in bacon and it would probably taste good.

Thank you, Universe!

I woke up this am and to my surprise the Universe came through for me. The vamp was laying in bed next to me not wanting a piece just wanting to cuddle and talk. The night cream I cake on my face every night before bed had wiped those crows right out, just like it promises too. My hair that has been falling out from these people was thick again. I looked like I am 25 again. The bags under my eyes had disappeared. That unwanted belly fat had mysteriously disappeared. Those size "A" boobs I have grown on my back were gone. I ran into my closet and those skinny jeans went over my hips with ease. Then the doorbell rang it was publishers clearing house standing there with balloons and my million dollar check. I felt rich and refreshed! I looked around my house and it was clean and all the closets and drawers were organized. Nat Berkus had redecorated my whole house, then he told me I had changed his mind about being gay. Oprah was on my sofa just wanting to shoot the shit. Ellen was dancing around my livingroom. Dr Oz was here to tell me I was the picture of health. OMG, I realize I was the one who created facebook and was a muti billionare! Then that damn Dr. Phil had to show up and tell me to get real! Where is Debbie to see this shitz??? A girl can dream right????? In actuality I woke up to dumb and dumber fighting over who's waffle had more butter on it. So I finally kicked their ass out the door and went back to bed.



Later that morning I woke up to "the view" showing their asses on TV. I got ready and headed to the middle school for a little volunteer time. When I got to the middle school there were two cop cars in front of it. The cars were running but there were no cops in them. As I was walking by I thought to myself gee it would be fun to hop in one and take it for a joy ride. I don't know why I have these crazy thoughts but I do. I spend about two hours in there entering a survey that the kids did about the counselors. I was sad to see that one kid wrote....Please stop the kids from calling me fat, it hurts! Kids are jerks, adults are too but at least we have learned to talk behind people's backs instead of too their faces.



I get home in time to pick up my two favorite little boys from school. Aidan has soccer practice and Cole has football practice at the same time. Hubby takes Aidan and I take Cole. I have to drop and run with Cole. I need to get to the middle school to pick up Blake from football feed him and get him back there for his choir concert. I drop him back off at his concert and head back out to pick up Cole. Damn I hope these kids are rich and famous someday and buy me a convertible Mercedes with a little plastic surgery so I don't look like an old ass driving it. They owe me, all I do is drive them around so they can be in everything they want. After I get Cole we head back to the middle school so we can catch the choir concert. Poor Blake we didn't try on his choir uniform till last night. I guess he has grown some since last year since he is standing up there with floods on. I don't know if the other parents feel this way but I am looking at the program trying to figure out how long this is going to take. The first song is cute but then it gets just plain boring. Sometimes I feel like I am a ten year old trapped in a forty year old body. I am sitting there and instead of watching my kid sing, which btw, for the longest time I was looking at the wrong kid thinking he was mine(I SEE GLASSES IN MY FUTURE) I was sizing up the people sitting around me. There was a couple in front of me and he was rubbing her back the whole time. I found myself wondering if this was a second or third marriage. There was a women sitting down from me that clearly had her hey day in the 80's because she was stuck there. A Dad a few rows up was looking around the whole time as if he was on the prowl for a new wife. Cole my baby was standing up trying to sing with the choir and wave to all the middle school kids who were ignoring him. Finally this shitz is over, thank God we can go home.







We are driving home and they just put a "What a Burger" in our small little town with little fast food. There is a line around the building to get in. Plus the inside is packed. I want to yell out the window get a life it's a Burger joint. Who would wait more than five minutes for a burger? I really think it should be called "What the F!@# Burger" God knows what crap they scrap up off the floors while making those things. Sorry just a little bitter that the heart center said no more burgers! I have to take out my frustration somewhere. To tell you the truth I would LOVE a "What a Burger" bout now. Sorry no pictures with this post...Camera girl needs a happy motivating pill. I think these people finally stole my MO JO! Looking foward to my twisted sister coming next week with my sweet niece.

What the Hell Universe????

Monday morning I wake up with every intention to re invent myself into the perfect person. I was going to workout, eat right, and take my vitamins. I was going to get crap done off my awful list as well. I like to refer to this list as the shit list. At 2:30 I found myself still in my PJ's suckin down Dr Peppers, watching TV, and surfing the net. Pathetic, I know! I don't know why but I am missing the self control gene. When I plan this kind of day it almost seems like my mind works extra hard to mess it up. I take a quick shower and run up to pick up the kids from school. I always have this overwhelming feeling of guilt when I don't follow through with my plans. I'm going to start re inventing myself on Tuesdays. Mondays and me just don't see eye to eye.





Blake has a football game tonight. I'm in my closet getting ready. I pull out my "True Religion" jeans. I am shocked when they won't go over my hips. What's even worst is Hubby walks in the closet from work and stops and laughs at me. Great timing, there I am wobbling all over the closet trying to get these over my hips! Pretty sight. I pull out another pair of jeans, I can get these over my hips but I can't button them. Hubby is still in there hanging up his tie from his work day. He glances over again......laughing and says.......What happened????? What happened is I turned 40 and all that crap Mom...aka..Debbie Downer said to me is true! Your metabolism comes to a screeching halt. Now I am mad! I never used to work out ever and I have been doing yoga and palates this is bullshit! These damn jeans fit in APRIL. This is no ones fault but my own. I know what to do stop buying soda, beer, cheeseburgers, french fries, and junk! Stop sitting on the sofa surfing the web and watching TV. Start walking at night, for God sakes I have a dog and kids they would love to walk. As I writing this little entry I am thinking about the fact that I am meeting my friend Sharri's boyfriend at "Docs" tonight. He is buying one of Hubby's ACL tickets. Doc's has the best damn cheeseburgers and fries, I have to have one! I have a very LONG road a head of me. Getting old sucks I like the good old days where I could eat what ever I wanted. I did workout for an hour on Tuesday. After I was done I ran in my closet and tried those jeans back on. As if that fat was going to melt right off.

Here's a picture of Blake about to take down that guy. I was so proud when I heard his name over the loud speaker. Since there is more than one football team we always stay for the second the game. My two little guys always throw the ball around with the other kids at the game. Every time I pass them they yell......Hey Mommy! I counted three times that Blake walked by me and acted like he did not know who I was. I bought a button of him at one of the games and he asked me to please not wear it. Where is that little boy that loved his Mommy so much????

These guys in their boots just crack my ass up! It may be growing on me!

I had to add a few pictures of "Baby Beck". He was a crazy rock star again at his game. Four left footed goals. I was behind the goal area because it was the best place to take pictures. The goal keeper from the other teams name was Caleb. The reason I know this is because his helicopter Mom stood right behind the goal the entire game. She talked to him non stop. Poor kid how the heck was he supposed to concentrate. She would say Caleb do you know what you did wrong on that one? Caleb the ball is coming get ready. Caleb if you do this it will be better. Caleb that is exactly what your supposed to do and so on and so on. That kid did not turn around one time and acknowledge that she was speaking to him. No exaggeration she never shut up the entire game. I found myself wanting to yell things at her like shut the hell up and let him play. At one point I wanted to take off my shoe and stuff it in her mouth. Mind you Aidan plays on a team two years up so this poor kid is nine. OMG, I can just imagine this poor kids life and his poor future wife. I will never see her again so I feel free to talk shit on here about her without having to call her "Hello Kitty".

Aidan's team is having a great season. I think they have only lost one game.

I can't wait to watch this kid though the years playing sports. He has this determination in his eyes that is crazy. I LOVE having the star player. He is so much fun to watch.

We get home from the game and I am uploading all the millions I took at the game. Blake is standing over me looking at the pictures. All of the sudden he drops a full glass of water on my lap top. It goes right on my keyboard. It is almost like it is happening in slow motion and I am going......NOOOOOOOOOO! I flip the thing upside down right away. I lay a towel up and set it upside down on it. The last few weeks the Universe has been shiting all over me. It started when Hubby's car needed a bunch of work. Then our lawnmower broke. Then our washer broke. Then the window of my car broke. Next I crashed my car. Two days later I lost money out of my pocket at a football game. I made the mistake of saying the words what's next! Well the universe showed me what's next. I'm in a huge panic, Hubby is going to go through the roof on this one. Should I stage a robbery????? After I let the lap top dry out I am testing it the keys are going out one by one right before my eyes. Next the screen goes.....come on Universe give me a break!

I ask the universe all the time for a large lotto win, good health, and happiness. Hey Universe I ain't happy! How about that lotto. Is it so much to ask for the easy way out??? Mom...aka...Debbie Downer is from the school that nothing comes easy. Bullshit there are people that get the easy way out and I want to be one. Are you listening Universe?????

While getting ready for football practice Cole is watching the Oprah show about the monkey who communicates with people. He turns to me and asks if we could get one of these monkeys. I tell him if he cooks, cleans, and drives kids around I'm all for it!

I had to take a picture of this salad I made for my friends who were in town. It was so pretty and I totally copied it from my neighbor. Anyway I'm getting tired of these people I live with messing and breaking my shit.

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.

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.

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!