Wednesday, April 30, 2008

14 Years of Wedded Bliss

Hubby and I celebrated our 14th wedding anniversary yesterday. It's so hard to believe that we have been married pretty much forever. 14 years and 3 kids later I can honestly say that I love him more than ever.

We have seen so many of our friends marry and divorce over the years. Statistics say that we should have been included in that group. How many people do you know get married at the age of 19 and 20 and actually make it last? How many of those actually love each other dearly and are truly happy? Not many.

My mom kept the kiddies (God love her) so that we could have a nice dinner without interruption. It was so nice to walk away from a Mexican restaurant, without being covered in beans and rice, and being slightly buzzed from the tasty margaritas... Yum-o.

Happy Anniversary C. I love you with all of my heart and soul. Here's to our future of craziness!

Sunday, April 27, 2008


It's back. Already. Damnit!

Thursday, April 24, 2008

My Reality. Checked.

One of my most favorite things in the whole world, is music. I love all kinds, always have. I also love to take a long drive on a nice spring/fall day with my windows down and my music blaring. Since having the kiddos, blaring music is not much of an option. Not to mention the fact that I like my music explicit. Spare me the dumbed down, clean version and the radio edits. If Kanye West is ranting about drunk and hot girls, I want to hear it, in it's true form.

I was actually able to get out this week without the young and impressionable Munchkin. I plugged in my Ipod, and cranked up the volume. I was cruising through some of my feel good music. John Mayer, Colby Calliat, Coldplay and then some of my newest downloads started. As I'm sitting at a traffic light, in my hood', I'm belting out with Mr. Kanye West. The song was Gold Digger, and lyrics go like this:

It take to much to touch her

From what I heard she got a baby by Busta

My best friend say she used to fuck with Usher

I don't care what none of ya'll say I still love her

Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger,

but she ain't messin with no broke niggas

So, back to the traffic light..... I'm singing, feeling good when I noticed that I'm totally being checked out by the kids in the car next to me... Ok, maybe laughed at by the kids in the car next to me. White girl, big SUV, 3 car seats in the back and rapping along with Kanye.

Embarrassing? Only slightly. The fact that it was then followed by the instrumental version of I'm a little teapot? Completely.

How incredibly uncool have I become?

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Green with Idiot.

At the grocery store today, I was behind a couple that appeared to be very "earthy." They just had that granola look about them, and they were carrying canvas bags for their groceries. I noticed this because it reminded me that I needed to put my canvas bags back in my car for future use. As they proceed through the check out line, I noticed that their items were going into plastic bags, and the plastic bags were going inside of the canvas bags...... What the hell?

Happy Earth Day.

Choose Wisely.

Funny how some everyday things become a luxury to you after having twins. Or any newborn for that matter. Guess which ONE of the following I actually had time for in a 24 hour period?

A. Shower

B. Eating 1 meal - dinner

C. Brushing Teeth

D. Pooping in peace, without a 2 year old checking in on me every 5 seconds.

E. Sleep. Meaning more than 4 hours out of 24.

Sunday, April 20, 2008


Being that I'm a self proclaimed reality junkie, I of course had to check out the new show, "I know my kid's a star." Hosted by none other than child star himself, Danny Bonaduce.

Just when I think I have hit my "reality rock bottom," (see: Rock of Love, The Real Housewives etc.) I get sucked back into some has-beens pathetic attempt at a come back. Today? It was this show where moms compete with their children against other mom/child teams, to make the child a star. Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't Bonaduce blame his downfall on having been a child star? Anyone that watched his show, "Breaking Bonaduce," (you know I did) knows that this guy is seriously F'd up. What responsible parent would actually put their child's career in his hands?

I'm just sayin'

Thursday, April 17, 2008


A little something we do around here. It's called noses. Pretty much just our version of Eskimo kisses. Looks like "Mary Kate" (left) and "Ashley" were born into the right family, for sure.

Monday, April 14, 2008

Reunited and it Feels So Good.

I went to lunch with a few of my bitches yesterday. It was my first real "social" outing since I've been home with the twinkies. When it came time to pick a place to eat, I jumped on the chance to suggest one of the best Mexican restaurants in town, that just so happens to serve some of the best margaritas ever. Because it was a Sunday and we live here, deep in the bible belt, there are tricky little rules about drinking alcohol on the Lord's day. In certain parts of town, you can't buy it at all. Period. End of discussion. Of course, I think it's absurd that a grown person can't make up their own mind as to when they should, or should not partake in an adult beverage. Do they really think that shutting down the liquor stores, and beer and wine aisles at the grocery store, will keep people from drinking on a Sunday? Okay, okay, that's a whole other post for the future... This particular restaurant serves it, you just have to wait until noon. And wait we did. A big "Holla" to our waitress who promptly returned to our table at noon o' clock, to inform us that it was time.

I was trying to think of the last time that I had alcohol. It seemed like forever. I think it goes back to almost a year ago. We were at the lake with Yankee Belle and Mommapeas, I think it was Memorial Day weekend. Someone there made some margaritas, strong margaritas. They were yummy.

I'm not a big drinker, but I think there is something about the forbidden fruit, you always want what you can't have. But now? I can have it, and I'm jonesing for my next fix. Girls night out anyone?

Friday, April 11, 2008

Monkey See, Monkey Say.

Further proof that my Munchkin is a sponge, absorbing absolutely everything. Our recent trip to the grocery store went like this:

Munchkin rides in the the big race car buggy now, has to have it, no way around it. She likes to think she is actually driving us around the store. While I was stopped checking out the selection in the sale bin, I heard the Munchkin say: "Come On, Lady." I froze. Scared to death, and mortified at the thought of having to apologize for that one. I turned back to her, her hands are in the air, and she says again, "Come On, Lady. Honestly." I quickly scan. No one was in a 30 foot radius of us. What was she....... Oh Yeah!

On the way to dance class I had this same "conversation" with an idiot lady that was blocking my turn lane, and trying to wave me through anyway. Give me some credit, if that's the worst of what I said, we're doing good.

It just made me wonder, what else is she taking in, and waiting to use against me at the most inopportune time?

I'm afraid, very afraid.

Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Politics, Again.

I realize that talking openly about your political views can open you up to a shit ton of unwanted criticism, but the way I see it is, it's my blog and I will post what I think and feel.. So, here it goes.

I recently stated that I have chosen to to join the ranks of "ObamaMamas" everywhere, and cast my vote this November for Barack Obama. Today, I'm feeling really good about my decision. In fact, I'm so disgusted with our current administration, the thought went through my head, that I might actually vote for Hilary * GASP * just to keep McCain out of office. Why? One of the many reasons is the war. How many more of our men have to die in this ridiculous pissing match? I'm sick of turning on the television and hearing stories like this:

WASHINGTON (AP) — President Bush has awarded the nation's highest military tribute to a Navy SEAL who was killed when he threw himself on a grenade in Iraq to save his comrades.

The president, blinking back tears, recognized the bravery of Michael A. Monsoor, who was part of a sniper team in Ramadi when he died on Sept. 29, 2006.

Bush presented the medal to Monsoor's parent, Sally and George Monsoor, before about 250 guests, including some of his fellow soldiers, in an East Room ceremony.

The emotional ceremony came as the top U.S. general and diplomat in Iraq opened two days of congressional testimony on the status of the war, now in its sixth year. Monsoor was the third Medal of Honor winner from the Iraq war.

And the President closes with this:

Mr. and Mrs. Monsoor: America owes you a debt that can never be repaid. This nation will always cherish the memory of your son. We will not let his life go in vain. And this nation will always honor the sacrifice he made. May God comfort you. May God bless America.

Sure Mr President, you will honor him. What? A couple of times a year, on the designated holidays. The days we have to remember ALL of the lives that have been lost, in ALL of the wars we've fought. What about the family that lost a son? They will be the ones to remember him and honor him daily for the sacrifice he made. But will you actually lose sleep tonight? Will you think about him or his family tomorrow, if someone doesn't tell you it's time to turn on the tears for the cameras? Do you really even care? Your term is almost up, all you have to do is wait it out, and leave this mess for someone else to clean up.

Taxes, and healthcare aside..... Mr Monsoor threw himself on a grenade to save 2 other men....

Think about that.

Now. Let me have it Conservative Bush supporters, I can take it.

Monday, April 07, 2008


I can't even explain how thankful I am for the family that I have been given. My new babies of course, are the most precious, innocent, little, creatures ever. My Munchkin has been adapting so well to all of the changes, that it's almost scary. She loves her little sisters. Anytime someone comes for a visit, she insists on showing them off. She has been helpful, and loving. She is so good, it makes me feel guilty for not having as much time to spend with her.

Hubby continues to hold his own in this crazy house of hormones. He's been working all day and getting up with me most nights, to help with the feedings. Little Mary Kate had to have a small procedure done that required a night in the hospital. He volunteered to stay there with her so I didn't have to spend another night in the confines of a hospital room.

My Mom has been, and continues to be the biggest help. Dropping anything she has going on to help me in any way I need. She has kept the kids, cleaned my house, done my laundry and been a great source of support for us during this time. There is nothing I can do, say, or buy that can express my gratitude for her.

I'm so thankful for my bitches. They have been such a huge help to me. They went all out and cooked us a full on Thanksgiving meal, complete with the best damn turkey I've ever had. No lie. They knew that the one thing I wanted when I got out of the hospital was a good home cooked meal. They have taken care of my child, checked in on me daily, visited me in the hospital, and the babies in the NICU (and that's not easy.) I love them and appreciate them immensely.

I'm thankful to be a part of the "Best Damn Moms Group Evah!" They have been providing us with meals for the past two weeks. Combined with Hubby's office, I haven't had to shop for groceries or cook since I've been home.

My new life my be crazy and hectic, but I'm starting to get the hang of it, and I think I like it.

Sunday, April 06, 2008

Hangin' Tough

I can't believe it!!! After 19 years, NKOTB, (New Kids on the Block to the lay person) are getting back together for a reunion tour. When I first saw this on the Today's show last week, I'll admit, I felt all giddy again. It took me back to the days of Tiger Beat, and Bop. The days when I wallpapered my entire bedroom, ceiling included, with pictures of these hotties. Joe was my favorite. We were supposed to marry, but his schedule was so hectic, it made it hard to really get to know each other.

So I ask this question. Who is up for a road trip once the tour dates are released? Who out there is a closeted NKOTB fan? Who out there is willing to admit that they too, focused all of their teen years plotting ways to meet their favorite band member? Who wants to go, just to see me make an idiot out of myself when I bust out my old dance moves to "Step by Step?" I will not disappoint, I promise. "I'll put you in a trance with a funky song."

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

Save My Ta-Ta's

I'm not sure which is worse, actually nursing a baby or pumping every 2-3 hours in order to keep up with the demands of 2 growing babies!! I'm two weeks into this whole "mom of twins thing" and my boobs, nipples specifically, feel like they have been run through a paper shredder.

I've got a blister and a clogged duct on one, the other is still the work horse for both. I had to google the cure for this "mild" inconvenience. With the Munchkin I never had enough milk to feed her, much less clog anything. Here's the remedy as found on the Le Leche League site:

  • Nurse as much as possible on the affected side; the baby's sucking will help to loosen the plug.
  • Talk to other mothers with the same problem.
  • Get encouragement from loved ones.
First, are they out of their ever loving mind? You try having a motorized piece of equipment suck your boob to death, when there is a blister involved.

Second, I have a few good friends that I can solicit advice from, but for the most part, no one wants to hear about this... if you are one, why are you still reading?

And finally, it's not me that needs the encouragement. It's my right boob. It does not want to participate in the whole milking/feeding of the children task that we are obligated to for the next however long.

But of course, "boob encouragement" would be somewhat awkward don't you think? Especially from my loved ones.