Thursday, January 31, 2008

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways...

1. The way you make my evenings easier
2. The way you get all hot and bothered after you've been on for a while.
and
3. How you do all the work for me!
Okay, now get your minds out of the gutter people, I'm talking about my Crock-Pot!!!
Oh how I love that thing! If it is at all possible to love a kitchen appliance! LOL I've never really used my Crock-Pot that much, but I recently inheirited a cookbook just for slow cookers from my neighbors and have decided that this is the only way I want to cook from now on.
You see I'm not a chef by any means. I can't "swing" it when it comes to a recipe, 'cause if I do it almost always comes out a disaster, which with 3 little mouths to feed daily isn't a good thing. I mean they complain with the simple things I do make when I stick to the recipe! Can you imagine what they'd be like if I put some experiment meal in front of them???? Now my dear sweet hubby is probably Julia Child reincarnate. The man has a knack for finding the right combination for a meal. I'll look in our fridge and pantry and decide we don't have anything for dinner, then he'll look and come up with some meal that literally makes me go "Mmmmm". How does he do that? The other day after he "whipped" something up I told him that he missed his calling, he should have been a professional chef. He thought about it a minute and agreed.
Now back to my beloved Crock-Pot. I love the fact that I can toss stuff in and have it cook it on it's own. It's not easy to cook a meal with three kids wanting this or that. Or the dog wanting in and out for the umpteenth time. So to be able to get the meal started when I only have one or two kids around and they aren't all grumpy because they're hungry, is Heaven to me. My only problem is my nice new (bigger) Crock-Pot has a tendency to run a bit too hot. So what would take 3-5 hours on high, might only take about 2. So you have to watch what you're cooking, but even checking on the meal every so often is easier than standing in front of the stove for an hour or so straight!
I've had my new cookbook for about a week now and I've already made 4 meals out of it!!! It's so wonderful! However the section on breakfast foods has me a bit perplexed, I mean most of the meals have to cook for about 6 hours! Who wants to get up at about 3 am to turn on the Crock-Pot??? Not me! Now I suppose they do have some slow cookers out there that you program to come at a certain time, but mine's not that fancy. Don't get me wrong I don't want to sound like I'm complaining about my Crock-Pot, but I'm sure those programmable ones have to cost a pretty penny.
So for now I'll probably steer clear of the breakfast food section, but you can bet your bottom dollar I'll be making quite of a few of their other recipes!!! I just hope my family doesn't get too sick of soups, stews and chillis any time soon! LOL!!!

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Schtuff....

....and lots of it. Why am I thinking about stuff, well my two girls, ages 7 and almost 5, share a room and at first it wasn't too bad but now it seems to be getting harder and harder. The oldest, Peaches, keeps complaining about how Stinky keeps her up at night and how Stinky wants all the lights to be on but Peaches wants it to be dark. So then Stinky tells her father today how she wants to share a room with her younger brother, who will be 3 in April, and let Peaches have her own room. This got me to thinking. I mean we could do it, but I just don't know how it would work with a three year old and bunk beds. If we did switch them we'd have to go back to single beds and not the bunk beds as I doubt Little Man would stay in his bottom bunk.
Anyway, thinking about the girls having a hard time sharing a room got me to thinking about having to share a room with my sister until I was 13 and she was 16. We grew up in a house that wasn't even 1,000 sq. ft., but yet it never seemed small to me. However now I live in a house that is about 1,849 sq. ft. and it seems way too small to me. We do have one more child than my parents had, but that shouldn't make too much of a difference as the house I grew up in only had two bedrooms for 4 people, so now we have one more bedroom but we also have one more person. Little Man is the lucky one who doesn't have to share his room with anyone. So the only thing that makes sense to me as to why it seems like this house is smaller than the one I grew up in is that I am either no where near as good a housekeeper as my mother was or we have WAY TOO MUCH SCHTUFF!!!! I tend to think it's the latter as my mother is the one who taught me all I know about housecleaning. (however the part about making your bed every day didn't stick, LOL)
Now one might be inclined to think "well all she has to do is get rid of half her schtuff and it will be fine", but the problem with that solution is where to find the time! Between taking care of three kids and trying to keep my head above water, as far as housekeeping goes, I don't have much down time to just gut rooms out, plus my dear sweet hubby would complain about me doing it alone anyway. So I could wait for him to have time to do it with me, but chances are we'll move from this house before that happens, I mean the man does work two jobs to keep us afloat financially, so his down time is limited too. You should see the "honey-do" list he made for himself, it's LONG.
So I guess for now I can just keep dreaming about winning the lottery and buying a bigger house and getting a housekeeper or I can just slowly but surely go through every room and hope that eventually at some point my lovely daughters will stop fighting about sharing a room! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Monday, January 28, 2008

I'm a survivor!!!!

Sing with me now.....
I'm a survivor
I'm not gon give up
I'm not gon stop
I'm gon work harder
I'm a survivor
I'm gonna make it
I will survive
Keep on survivin'
Yep, I'm a survivor alright, I survived our very first sleepover!!! My oldest had her birthday party on Saturday and it was an "almost" sleepover party where everyone wore their jammies and brought their pillow. We played games like musical pillows and had a pillow fight and even tie dyed pillow cases for the kids to take home. However out of the 8 kids invited only 6 showed up and two got to actually sleepover. This was Peaches first experience with friends staying over and I'm not sure how she took it. I think she had a good time but at one point, oh round about 10:30 pm, she came in our room saying she wanted to go to sleep but her friends wouldn't stop talking. Her father and I told her that she had to tell them, as they were her guests. Plus I mean who really sleeps at a sleepover anyway???? I guess they all fell asleep somewhere around 11, but bright and early the next morning at 7 am they were all up, although one looked like she could have slept a few more hours. I'm sure that both guests slept well that night as I know Peaches did. I put her and her siblings down for the night at 7 pm and never heard another peep out of them, UNHEARD OF in our house!!!
You know now that I look back on it, the whole sleepover thing wasn't too bad, really. I had a few people tell me how brave I was to take on two guests in one night or to have the sleepover on the same night as the birthday party, but all in all, it wasn't too bad. The hardest part was the fact that Stinky wanted to sleep in the same room as her sister and the guests. But no matter how hard we tried to explain it to her she just couldn't understand why she couldn't be in there. I mean I have to agree with her as it is her room too, but she doesn't understand that when your older sister has a sleepover, you are, more often than not, not welcome. I can totally sympathize with Stinky as I have an older sister too and I wanted to be just like her as well. But I can also understand Peaches wanting her space when she has guests over. This whole situation made me realize that even though the girls are so close in age, that maybe we do need them to have rooms of their own. At least if Stinky was used to sleeping in her own room without Peaches, then maybe she wouldn't have been so upset about not sleeping in the same room. I mean she did get to sleep with her daddy and myself, one of her favorite things to do, but it wasn't as appealing with the guests there to make her room more interesting.
So now in about 2 1/2 weeks I'm onto a tea party with about 9 five year old little girls!!! If I make it through that one I'll really be a survivor......

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

The difference between girls and boys

You know before my little man was born my dear sweet hubby and I heard from several people how different boys and girls were. However we didn't really believe them. We always thought that since we'd raise our boy no different from our two girls there wouldn't be too much of a difference, man were we wrong! Boys are so totally different from girls and with each passing day I realize it more and more.
Now that my little man is approaching the age of 3 with rapid speed I am spending most of my day telling him to "Get down!" or "Stop spitting!" or "Don't hit the wall with that!". Funny I never had to tell my girls that, well okay maybe I had to tell them the "Get down!" one, but for sure not the spitting or hitting one.
And cars!!!! Is my little man obsessed with cars, oh and trains too! If it has wheels and moves, he loves it. So we have millions, well okay maybe not millions, of cars around the house and the train collection is growing. He is now starting to learn all the engine names from Thomas the Tank Engine, so I'm sure I'll be hearing from him if I call one by a wrong name. LOL
And another difference from my girls is that he was a pacifier freak. Neither girl took the pacifier and we considered ourselves lucky, but little man comes along and that's the only thing that will calm him down. We just kicked that habit a few weeks ago, but when he stopped using the 'paci' he also stopped napping and became a general grump most days. It's such a good thing that we don't have any 'paci's' in the house anymore as I get very tempted some days to just pop one in his mouth to hush him up and make him happy. And every time I try to put him down for a nap 'cause he's cranky he just opens his door and comes out, even with the door knob cover on there!!! Neither girl knew how to open a door with a door knob cover until they were much older! Heck, my youngest daughter, aka Stinky, just learned a few months before her brother! The other day he came out of his room at 6 am, so I had to put him down for a nap as he was really cranky. But he came out of his room, so I tied a jump rope to the outside of his door knob and then tied that to his sister's door knob. I know I know, I'm probably going to earn some award for worst mother or something, but dang that boy needed to take a nap, or at least have some quiet time to himself. And to be completely honest I needed some quiet time too!!!
But all in all for all the differences between him and his sisters, I would change a thing. He's such a boy and I love every minute of it, even when I'm rolling my eyes or turning some shade of red. LOL!

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

7 wonderful years

Seven wonderful years ago this lovely creature entered my life and started a new chapter for me. No longer was I just a daughter, sister, friend and wife, I was now a mother!!! I had always longed to be a mother and actually wanted to start trying on my honeymoon, but common sense and my dear sweet hubby convinced me it was a bit too early in our marriage to take on such a journey. So three and a half years after that honeymoon we welcome our "Peaches" into our lives. We called her Peaches before she was born as I have a complextion that could be called yellowish and my dear sweet hubby is about as pink as they can come sometimes. So we always joked our child would come out peach. So once we found out she was going to be a girl she got the nickname Peaches.
And a true peach she is. While she does look a lot like me as a child, she tends to take after her father personality wise so I guess she got a little bit of me and a little bit of him, making her a true blend of my yellow and his pink. Plus she a real peach of a child, so easy as a baby and for the most part a wonderful toddler and now child. One almost wishes for a first child as easy as she was, but then again it really threw us for a loop when the second child didn't turn out as easy going. So maybe having the easy one first was such a good thing after all. LOL!
You know for as hard as it is for me to believe that she's now 7 years old, I also can't really remember my life without her. She has been so many things to me throughout the years, more than just a daughter really. When my parents separated and divorced a few months after she was born, she was my lifesaver, helping to keep my mind off of the way my family was now changing forever. When she, my dear sweet hubby and I moved from California to New Mexico she was my way of making new friends through a club for stay-at-home moms. And then again when we moved from New Mexico to Colorado, she was my helper and my companion when my dear sweet hubby started working very odd hours. And now that our family includes her two younger siblings, she is my mini-mommy, helping me to take care of the younger ones.
So as her 7th birthday comes to an end, I just want to say a huge THANK YOU to her for not only gracing my life with her presence but for also being so much more than just a daughter to me. I love you Peaches!!!!!

Monday, January 21, 2008

Confession time

No not the "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned" kind, just a few admissions that I felt like making last night in bed as I couldn't fall asleep. I would have gotten up then to do this but I didn't want to disturb the dog and have him wake everyone else up. So I waited. Anyway, they say confession is good for the soul, so I thought I'd confess a few things. Nothing major, really, just things that make me who I am. So here goes.....

I have three pet peeves and they are
1. People who throw their cigarette butts out their car window....THE WORLD'S NOT YOUR ASHTRAY PEOPLE!!!
2. Shirt tags that stick out of the shirt.....God bless the person who came up with the tagless shirt idea! (I give my mother credit for this pet peeve)
3. Panty lines, ugh I can't stand them. So yes people I wear what some might call the flip flop of the underwear world. Sorry if that is too much information for some of you, but hey I told you I was going to confess things, so there I said it.

I secretly LOVE to color in coloring books. Okay so maybe it's not so secret now, but there is something so theraputic about sitting down and just coloring. So my children and I do it often and this may be why we probably have close to 50 coloring books. We also have a big melon jar filled with crayons, mostly Crayola as those are THE best crayon in my book. (or should I say in my "coloring" book, LOL)

I am obsessed with plucking my eyebrows, mainly 'cause if I didn't I'd give Bert from Sesame Street a run for his title of thickest unibrow on Earth!!! Seriously for being a natural blonde (albeit a dark blonde these days) I have the most Groucho Marx like eyebrows. Every morning I get those tweezers out and pluck away. Once in high school I even tried to bleach them to make them lighter. Oh was that a bad mistake as they turned a nice shade of orange, not red, but a true orange. Thank goodness there was some mascara in the house, as I used that to make them a normal color until they went back to their normal color. (Oh look at that two confessions in one. LOL)

Now for probably my biggest confession....I am on Prozac. Yep I take an anti-depressant people. I started taking it last summer when I went in for my annual with my GYN. I told her how it had been a very difficult summer with all three kids home and I found I didn't enjoy my children any more. She suggested I take it and see if it helped me. At first I didn't think I was actually depressed, but man did it help me. I started to enjoy spending time with my kids, especially when they were being good. Don't get me wrong, I still got mad at them when they were bad, so I wasn't some drugged out momma who let the kids run wild. But I could shrug off them spilling their milk at dinner instead of blowing up, like I did most of the summer. I've also found that since I've been taking Prozac I have come to accept my house instead of constantly wishing I had a different one. I also found that I stopped comparing myself to others in a physical sense and accepting my body for the way it is. And I stopped trying to recapture the hair color I had in my youth. I no longer ache for the truly blonde hair, well okay maybe I still ache for it, but I no longer feel the need to attain it again. I guess you could say that I finally have a sense of acceptance in a lot of areas in my life and there is one confession I am happy to make!!!

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Fraud Alert....

....and that fraud would be me. There are days I feel like a total fake and today would have to be one of them. And why would I feel like a fraud you ask? Well it's because most of the time I go about my day to day life acting as if money isn't an issue, when in all actuality it's the biggest issue I have, 'cause quite frankly we don't have any. Most people assume that since I am a stay-at-home mom that money isn't an issue for us, but it is and we knew it would be somewhat. We decided years ago that we both wanted me to stay home with the kids until they were in school, just like our moms had done with us. We just didn't realize that it was going to cause the money to be so tight.
My dear sweet hubby works two jobs because we've tried every way we could to find me a job that would allow me to actually bring home money and not have all my pay go towards day care. Since we were unsuccessful my dear sweet hubby had to get that second job. Luckily it's one he doesn't mind going to as it's like second nature to him. He works at a auto parts store and since he knows cars and how they work like the back of his hand, it's really not tough for him to do. Thankfully the second job is very understanding that his main job's schedule can change in an instant. I just really wish he didn't have to have it. I know he likes the discount he gets on auto parts, but I hate the fact that he's always the one leaving to go to work and I'm always the one who gets to stay home.
My dear sweet hubby having a second job is not the only area that money has an effect on, it has an effect on our social lives, what we have of a social life that is. I belong to a club for stay-at-home moms and it has done wonders for my sanity, helping me make a ton of friends, but there are times I have to bow out of an activity because it costs money and we just don't have that extra money. It's rather embarrassing to have to say "No I won't be at that activity because it's cost money, which I don't have" so I usually come up with some other excuse.
And our poor children have gotten so used to hearing "I'm sorry but we can't do this or that because we just don't have the money this month". When my oldest asked if I went birthday gift shopping for her (her birthday is the 22nd of this month) I had to tell her that her party was probably going to be her only gift from us. She just smiled and said "Okay". Bless her sweet heart. It pains me to have to deny her that, but she has to know the truth and so far she hasn't complained or asked why she can't get presents from her parents like other kids do. Also she and her siblings have gotten used to getting more hand-me-downs than new clothes. The girls get so excited when they get some "new" clothes from their older cousin, as they both look up to her immensely.
But hopefully the money issue won't be so bad soon. I'm looking into taking some courses on how to do medical billing and claims, with the hope of getting a job that I can do from home, thus eliminating that need for day care. The one possible hang up is the cost of these courses. It's about $60 a month for probably about 20 months, but hey it may help my dear sweet hubby quit his second job and be home more. So keep your fingers crossed we can fit that expense into our budget. Then maybe if we can I can stop feeling like such a fraud......

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Brain dead....

That's how I feel at the moment, so instead of going on and on about what a trying day I've had, I thought I'd share an article I read today that builds upon the post I did last night. I totally agree with everything this lady says and plan to take her ideas to heart. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.....
http://www.goodhousekeeping.com/health/advice/body-love-self-esteem?click=main_sr

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Perspective

I usually save my posts for after the kids are in bed, but tonight is an exception. I decided to check email before making dinner. When I checked, I noticed I had an email from a very special lady about perspective. It showed how big the Earth was in comparison to other planets, at first the Earth was the biggest, then it was in the middle, then it was the smallest. Then it showed how big our sun was compared to the Earth and then it showed how small our sun was to other stars in the vast universe. It really helped to put things in a true perspective, suggesting how some days it may feel like your world and your troubles are the biggest thing around, but they aren't really. There are much larger things in the universe.
I know that I, for one, have been horrible about keeping things in perspective. I tend to get that tunnel vision where my world and troubles are all that matter. Well I'm a little better about it now, thanks to the anti-depressant I take, but I still have a tendency to do it, like oh say when Aunt Flo is visiting. However I tend to think it's only human to get like that sometimes. I mean when you really think about it, we are the true centers of our universe as everywhere we go, we're in the middle, literally. But it's up to each of us to try to remember to not let that focus stay on ourselves too long.
I know that for me becoming a mother sure helped with that, as what mother has all her focus on herself? Well okay, scratch that, what GOOD mother has all the focus on herself? None. You do have to do stuff for yourself every once and while but your main purpose is to take care of and raise your child to adulthood.
So what's the whole purpose of this post, well I guess in the end it's all about remembering to keep your life in perspective. To not let the petty and small things bother you and to remember that each of our lives has an affect on those around us, even those who we don't see on a daily basis or even know.

Monday, January 14, 2008

Man's Best Friend??? More like my shadow....

How is it that my dear sweet hubby's dream dog ended up making me his favorite? I don't know if I'll ever know the real answer to that question but I do know that the big goob made me love him. I fought it at first, kept thinking the dog was going to be too big for our family, thought maybe a smaller dog would fit in better, but after 8 months with the animal I am beginning to think he is the perfect dog for our family, no matter what his size is.
Seriously, Rocky must be going through the awkward teenage stage of his life, he's such a goob and half the time he seems to think he's not as big as he is. Like he still thinks he's a puppy or something. I often say he looks like a bull in a china shop, too big and awkward to fit in really. Hopefully with time will come a calming force and an understanding that he's not small anymore. I think he's like doubled in size since we got him, yet somehow, some way, the house doesn't feel any smaller now. I mean each year when the kids get bigger the house seems to shrink, but with Rocky it doesn't seem that way. Maybe it's because he'll be spastic for a while but then he'll calm down and go lay down somewhere and essentially disappear.
Now if only his #2's would disappear too! I went out to do a little poop patrol yesterday(wait what I am I saying, "little poop patrol"??????, this dog does not have little poop at all :p) and essentially did nothing but change the poop from large frozen masses to small crumbled frozen masses. So I decided in May when we have finally thawed out till next fall, I will go out and finally do a thorough poop patrol. The kids do try to help and when the oldest does it, it's kind of successful, it's when the younger two do it that you have to watch out! Nine times out of ten they'll end up with more poop on them and other objects in the backyard than there is in the garbage bag! Oy! But hey at least they try, right? I mean it won't be long until I'm met with moans and groans when I ask someone to go out and do poop patrol, so I better take all the help I can get now I guess. We have started a schedule with the girls for feeding duties. One week daughter #1 does breakfast and daughter #2 does dinner, then the next week they switch. I even laminated a schedule to match up with our calendar so they can just look at it to see who does what. It's great and it saves me from having one more mouth to feed before I can sit down and eat myself.
The dog has also done something that I probably should have started doing on my own, going for walks. Rocky is an Alaskan Malamute/wolf mix so he gets antsy if he isn't running around or going for walks, so we go. We usually go with our neighbor who takes his female greyhound for a walk as well. Rocky has a crush on Phoebe and shows it by licking her face and smelling her butt. Guess in the canine world sniffing butts must be the equivalent to sending roses in the human world, all I know is it seems pretty gross to me, but hey I"m not a dog.
Someday I'll get my cute female dog that is about half Rocky's current size when she is full grown, but for now it's just Rocky, which I'm sure our two cats are quite happy about. After 8 months the dog still can't understand that the cats don't want to play with him, but yet he keeps trying maybe hoping one day to make them love him just like he made me love him......

Friday, January 11, 2008

I love my children, I LOVE my children, I LOVE MY CHILDREN......

I'm hoping if I say it often enough the desire to sell them to the gypsies, who frequent our neighborhood looking to buy children, will pass! Oy! Tonight's been one of those nights and wouldn't you know it my dear sweet hubby is working. Always seems like he doesn't get to witness all this FUN and then when I call him about it he just laughs on the other end of the phone, hahahahaha, NOT!
Okay it all started when my son and middle daughter decided to "camp out" in the powder room, then suddenly I hear my daughter call for me. Well sonny boy decided to put all the toilet paper on the role in the toilet and flush it!!!!! AAARRRGGGHHH!!! Now the toilet wasn't just clogged it was OVERFLOWING!!!!! Again AAARRRGGGHHH!!!! So I call out to the oldest daughter to bring me all the towels she can. We lay them down and I decide to distance myself from the situation and load all the kiddos into the car to go get some McDonald's for dinner as I was in no condition to cook, believe me.
So we finish dinner and then I tackle the toilet again. I try plunging it and plunging it and plunging it some more. Nuthin'! So then I get a bucket and a pot and start removing some of the water, as each time I plunged the water spilled over making more mess, oh joy. After a couple of buckets worth I finally see the clog, so I roll my sleeve up and reach in. I figured the water was clean so I might as well just pull it out myself since the plunger wasn't doing it's job. Two huge handfuls later I get the clog out and the toilet finally flushes normally! YAHOOO!
Well a few minutes later I discover a huge mess all three kiddos made in their bathroom upstairs while I was unclogging the toilet downstairs, so I call out to the daughters to clean it up. Next thing I know, while I'm moving laundry around, I hear the water running in the upstairs bathtub. So up I go. What do I find, but daughter #1 giving daughter #2 and sonny boy a bath, not only in cold water but with the bath rug that they had gotten dirty and wanted to wash!!!!!!! Yet again another AAARRRGGGHHH!!!!!!! Where are those blasted gypsies when you need them!!! So I finally get that situation cleaned up and thankfully it was bedtime. Oy!
So now here I am finally having a moment of peace, listening to my music on my blog and realizing that no matter how desperate I am, I still do not like beer. Hey I was all out of my Mike's Hard Cranberry Lemonades and after the night I've had I thought I could use a little help relaxing a bit. And since the beer approach didn't pan out I'll just have to resort to sitting in a fetal position and rocking back and forth as I chant I love my children, I love my children, I LOVE MY CHILDREN.....

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Ahhhhhhh, I can smell the weekend....

After I stopped working (outside the home that is) and began my adventure as a stay-at-home mom, the weekend never really mattered to me much. I mean one day was the same as the other and with a dear sweet hubby that worked on weekends too, it didn't mean extra time with anyone. Then it happened, my oldest child started going to school 5 days a week and now suddenly the weekend has become important again. It means the alarm can go off a little later than normal (still have that dear sweet hubby who works weekends and who really wants to take a shower with a 7 year old, almost 5 year old and a 2 1/2 year old running around unsupervised????) or if I'm lucky not at all. Of course even if the electronic alarm doesn't go off the human kind does, so I don't usually sleep much past 7:30, which is still early for some, but it's a heck of a lot better than 6 am to me.

But by far the biggest benefit of the weekend is that I don't have to have 3 kids dressed, fed and in the car by 8:40!!! Then I don't have to go back at 11:30 to pick up one daughter followed by another trip back to the same area to pick up the other daughter at 3:00! That makes for a lot of driving back and forth which uses up a lot of gas. Granted we chose to do it this way as our neighborhood school that our children would have a bus available for is not that great of a school and it's also twice as far away as the school we chose (that makes sense doesn't it?). So since we picked the closer school I get to schlepp all three kids to and from 3 times 3 days a week and two times two days a week. So it's understandable that I often dream about winning the lottery and moving into a larger house that is MUCH closer to the school. But for now that is all it is, a dream, but that's okay because if we did move I might not enjoy my weekends quite as much.....;)

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Ya gotta have frieeeeeennnnddssss...

(....okay think Bette Midler singing it when you read the title, it makes a lot more sense when you do. ;) )
But seriously, you really do need friends no matter if you see them on a daily basis or have never met face to face. If you have someone, or hopefully more than one someone, that you can count on, lean on, vent to and share with than you are truly blessed in your life!

I remember once when I was in high school I got into a fight with two of my best friends. Originally these girls were each friends with me and then became friends themselves. So when they started hanging out together without me I felt left out. One day I was crying in my room over the whole situation and my dad came in and said something to the effect of "Friends? Who needs them?" and my reply was "I DO!!!" Everyone needs friends, especially a teenage girl. The teen years are really rough and even rougher if you don't have a comrade to endure it with.

Now that I am older, I have a variety of friends, ones I've known for years like my friend in Montana whom I've known for close to 30 years, ones from high school days, ones I've met since I became a mother and ones I have through the message board I frequent. Each and every one of them is special and unique to me. The ones at a distance I don't get to see as often, or at all for my friends from the message board, but I tend to think that you don't need to be physically close to someone to be emotionally close to them. For instance one of my message board friends' daughter was in a car accident that landed her in the hospital and I cried when I found out. Now keep in mind I've never met this woman in real life but I do feel a connection with her. So to me it doesn't matter that we've never looked each other in the eye for me to be affected when she's hurting. In my imagination I gave her lots of hugs to help her through the tough part. I hope she felt them. :)

This morning I spent time with a friend who I do see often, well okay maybe not as often as I'd like as it seems like I'm always doing something else and it's not always something fun, usually cleaning my house or trying to get ready for the holidays. But now that the holidays are over I'm hoping to see my friends in town more often. It was so nice to see my friend today, to chat and gossip and share, it's a connection I missed having these past few weeks, especially when I was stuck home with sick kids. It's that connection that helps keep my sanity in check and prevents me from completely losing it.

So to all my friends, far and near I'd like to thank you all for helping make my life that much nicer!!! You all mean more to me than you may ever know, so the next time you might feel a bit small and unimportant in this big world, remember there is one person out there who needs you in a big way! Oodles and noodles of love, ME :)

Monday, January 7, 2008

Calgon Take Me AWAY........

....or I may go completely insane!!! Why does Aunt Flo have to visit when my dear sweet hubby is working nights??? Can someone explain that to me? Because I have no clue why those two things have to happen simultaneously.
Today was the first day back to school after the winter break and I thought, maybe, just maybe, tonight would be calmer, but no....the chaos of the last two weeks just picked up where it left off. Oy vey bagels, I dunno how single parents do it. My hat's off to all of those out there who have to deal with this craziness 24/7 with no help, I know I could probably do it too, but there wouldn't be much left of the sanity, that's for sure.
You know for the first 4 years of my life as a mother I didn't drink alcohol. I was under the delusion that I couldn't be a good mother if I was intoxicated, no matter how slightly. But then one day I realized that I probably would be a better mother if I did allow myself just the slightest amount of the stuff. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not swiggin' away at the booze all day and night, but I do have the occasional wine cooler (woo hoo, do I live dangerously or what?) to help calm the nerves, so to speak. Tonight was one such occasion! The combination of three rowdy children and PMS does not make for a pleasant evening, let me tell you.
The topper of the whole evening was when I was taking the kids upstairs to get into bed. As I walked past the powder room and noticed the light was left on (something that ALWAYS happens around here). So I went in to turn off the light, you know since we don't actually OWN the power company here, and that's when I noticed it! The lovely mess left for me by my too-cute-for-my-own-good 2 1/2 year old son. He had gotten into the foam soap that daughter #2 got for Christmas and swore that she had put up where he couldn't get to it! HA! Then in his futile attempt to clean up the mess he took ALL THE TOILET PAPER OFF THE ROLL!!!! Ugh! That roll was practically full, *sigh*, so now whenever anyone uses the bathroom downstairs, they'll just have to take some toilet paper from the wad sitting on the counter. Some people might just throw that pile away, as it was on the bathroom floor, but not me! First of all, I just vacuumed the floor earlier this afternoon and secondly I am WAY TOO CHEAP to waste that much toilet paper. Plus the people who use that bathroom the most are the kids and my dear sweet hubby, so it don't matter much to me. ;) Oh I'm bad when Aunt Flo is here.......

Saturday, January 5, 2008

Sing, sing, sing.....

......and I do! Whether or not I'm in tune, I sing my little heart out to all my favorite songs. It occasionally makes my dear sweet hubby cringe and sometimes embarrasses my kiddos, but hey I'm having fun so I do it. If I could have one wish for an ability I don't have and wish I did, it would be that I would be a great singer, like Ella Fitzgerald or Peggy Lee, maybe even Keely Smith or Etta James. Man those ladies could sing!!!

In my youth it was not uncommon to find me in the backyard, hair brush or hose in hand singing my little heart out. Some made up songs, others I heard on the radio, but most definitely out of tune. My poor neighbors must have hated it when I headed outside and I'm sure my mom probably shut the windows to help keep the noise inside down. ;) But what I lacked in talent, I sure made up for in enthusiasm.

I have been an avid watcher of American Idol since the second season, some 5 years ago. Now as much as I enjoy watching the people singing and enjoy watching the really bad ones try to sing in the auditions, there is no way on this green Earth that I would ever try out myself. I mean I like singing but I am all too painfully aware that I am no Ella Fitzgerald!

So I have, with the help of a lovely blogger I know, added some of my absolute favorite music to my blog. Like I don't already spend enough time on the computer, now I'm gonna get on just so I can listen to my music. A majority of the songs have lyrics and you can bet your bottom dollar I will be singing along at the top of my lungs (unless the kids are in bed) to each and everyone, but some are just instrumental and those ones are on here because they are fabulous to dance to!

Oh yeah, that's another talent that I'd like to enhance. Notice I didn't say attain? Well that's because I'd like to think I'm pretty good at cutting a rug, just never had any formal training. So imagine my reaction when I learn that Julianne Hough from Dancing with the Stars was going to be recording a record!!!! Not only can she dance beautifully she can apparently sing too!!! I think that the singing and dancing talents she got went to the wrong Julie. It should have gone to me not to Julianne!!!

(singing break, here comes the song At Last......)

Okay, I'm gonna just have to stop typing now as I can't seem to sing and type something other than what I'm singing, at the same time! So enjoy the music, I know I will!!!

Friday, January 4, 2008

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow...

No it's not snowing right now but I came to the conclusion earlier while I was at the park with the kids sledding that I really do love snow. I mean I grew up in Northern California where the most it would do in the winter was rain for days on end and while a small part of me misses the sound of a steady rain shower, another part of me is glad I don't have to deal with all that mud afterwards!!! Here we get snow and most of the time it goes away in a few days, but this time the snow has really stuck around, but that's okay. Snow is so much easier to clean up off of clothing than dark mud is! LOL! Especially with my 2 1/2 year old son, he gets into everything so you know if we lived where it rained instead of snowed, he'd be covered in mud from head to toe!

While we were at the park I had the greatest time going down the hill on the sled with the kids, after a while they started to refuse my requests for them to ride down with me. I think it had something to do with the fact that my extra weight kind of slowed down the sled. I don't know what they were talking about because I weigh no more than Nicole Richie did before she got pregnant! LOL

Plus I LOVE the sound of the snow crunching under my feet when I walk on it. I mean mud is just squishy and squishy may be fun to little children but I think you'd be hard pressed to find a mother who loved squishy mud!

Thursday, January 3, 2008

It's my prerogative....

Okay, okay, I just decided I didn't like the inmates and asylum name. I went with something that was a little bit less odd, but still fitting. I played Alice in Wonderland in my 6th grade play and always had a dream of going to UCLA and working as Alice at Disneyland while I was in college. So hence the name July in Wonderland.
Okay I'm going to bed now, it's awfully late and since I finally changed my blog name I think I can sleep!
Ni-nite...............