Thursday, October 30, 2008

I'll Be Loving Them Forever!

I will be the first to admit that I'm a bit of a dork. I was/am a huge fan of The New Kids on the Block (Joey to be exact) and when I heard that they were doing a reunion tour, 15 years later...... I was all about it. The concert was last night in Atlanta. Yankee Belle, Kimtastic and I loaded up and headed on over, this was something I was not going to miss. Our seats were good, and the feelings of nostalgia were exactly what I expected. A couple of Jack and Cokes and we were dancing and singing our little hearts out.

They played all of the greatest hits, as well as some of their new stuff...... For the record, I am not delusional. I realize that their music is poppy (crap) and not something that I would typically like now, but let's remember the nostalgia, shall we?

About half way through the show, we got an extra special treat when a super, secret, magical stage appeared out of the floor, right at the end of our row. We of course crammed in to get as close as possible and close we were!! It dawned on me at that moment, that I am way out of practice when it comes to being a groupie..... I broke the number one rule. I had absolutely nothing with me to get their attention. No poster, no sign, flower, panties... Nothing. For a split second I thought about flashing my boobs, that's about all I had to offer, but after 3 kids, they probably wouldn't have gotten me the attention I was hoping for, plus they're married, I'm married, and they weren't handing out any beads.

In summation, a great time was had by all! It was great to be taken back to "the day." I will leave you now with a few of my favorite pictures. Rock on NKOTB.... Rock On... If you ever get down to the "dirty south" again, I will most likely buy another ticket, and next time, I might just crimp my hair.

Monday, October 27, 2008


Here's what you get when Mommy and Daddy get bored waiting on the Doctor.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Date Night, Football & Fighting With a Stripper.

Hubby and I were long overdue for a night out, since Auburn was playing last night we thought it would be nice to get out and spend some time together and actually be able to watch a game. We ended up hooking up with some friends and spending the evening watching the game(s) (Go Phillies) at Hooters. Having known this crowd for a while I had a pretty good feeling where the night was going to end, and being the good sport that I am, I went along, dragging "S" with me so I wouldn't be the only girl. Where did we end up you ask? Why, Sammy's, of course.

We got there, got our seats, girls were dancing the boys were tipping. We were chatting, laughing and of course passing judgment, when Husband tried to embarrass me by getting one of the girls to dance for me. She did, and I was slightly embarrassed, but played along, at least she was one of the better looking ones. I tipped her. She came around and thanked everyone after the dance, hugs, kisses, she was cool..... Next.

The next girl made things interesting, I'm still not sure if the Husband (and friends) were completely mortified or thouroghly amused at the events that took place between her and I, but either way I think they all agree that I have principles when it comes to tipping strippers... Can I say that?

Here's how it went down:

Stripper chick took the stage, walked past me to the guys and danced a little, she then walked back over to me, bent down and said to me.....

"So, are you not tipping?"

Me: *completely shocked* "No. But they are...." Keep in mind she has done nothing thus far.

She dances away, then comes back to re-address the issue

Stripper: "So you really aren't going to tip?"

Me: "You haven't done anything..."

Stripper: "You can get thrown out for not tipping"

Me: "Oh I've been tipping, I tipped the last girl plenty"

Stripper: "You are supposed to tip on every song"

Me: "Not if you haven't done anything. You literally walked past me one time, came back and asked me to tip you, that does not deserve a tip, in my opinion."

She finally wandered off and ended up giving the Husbands an ear full about me... ask me if I care. I don't tip if I don't like. Period. I may have been at Sammy's but I have standards damnit.

The thing is, I would have tipped, had she not asked, first of all, or copped a tude' with me after being on stage for 2 minutes. She was still completely clothed!!! Anyway, probably not one of my finer moments, but funny nonetheless.

Happy Birthday "Edward" Hope you had fun! Have a great Birthday.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008


I am finally catching my breath. I have spent the better part of the last week in this fictional affair with a smokin' hot vampire. I have read all of the books, the leaked version of the 5th book on the internet, the deleted chapters, and have watched the trailers at least a dozen times. I am not kidding when I tell you that this has consumed me, and every other female that I know that's read the saga. I never understood the phenomenon that was Harry Potter, or Lord of the Rings, but now? I get it. I'm just so happy that I didn't get consumed in between the release of each book, the wait would have killed me. Being able to read them back to back was great. I would have lost my mind having to do it any other way.

I decided getting out for a break would be a good idea, so I went to the movies with Kimtastic and Yankee Belle earlier this week, trying to clear my head of the dirty thoughts I kept having about Edward. It worked for approximately 1 hour and 49 minutes..... then it was back to naughty-ness. If you see the Husband walking around with bite marks, you will know we were playing vampires!!

So, I'm a done, and I'm sad. I am left waiting for the movie and I guess starting the series over.


Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Picture Tag - I'm It!

I was tagged by Seis for this bloggy game. The rules, as I understand them, are to go into your "Pictures" file and download the 6th picture in the 6th folder. This is not going to be very exciting and I'm sure that anyone that knows me (us) will know that this picture would have to be one of the kiddos. We have on this computer very little of anything other than them.

So without further ado: Munchkin, only a couple of months old, eating her hand.

In keeping with the tag mentality I will tag the following 6 people... Do it!

The Pumkin Patch
Madies Mom
Busy Momma
Momma Drool

Sorry if any of you ladies have been tagged already -- I'm a little behind on everything that does not consist of a hot vampire.

Friday, October 17, 2008


I will resume normal posting habits when my affair with the Hot Vampire is over. Unless you want to hear every thought I have about how this fictional character has completely consumed me, I don't have much to say.

If you are completely clueless, I highly suggest you pick up the Twilight Series by Stephanie Meyer. But don't say I didn't warn you. I will have read the entire series in less than a week.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Line In The Sand.

Have you ever noticed that when that line is drawn, sometimes you aren't on the side that you thought you'd be on? I had a moment of clarity this morning, while ironing my shirt. Something that has been bothering me for almost a week is now clear. For some reason, this morning, while ironing, I had an "A-Ha" moment. There are things that are beyond my control. There are things I will never understand, and that's fine. I can't force it, I can't make it the way I think it should be. I can accept it and I can move on. I will concentrate on the things that are within my control and aren't so forced. Those are the things that truly matter anyway.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

It's Not You, It's Me.

Today closed out the week long birthday celebrations we have had for the Munchkin. Since the cake we ordered for last weeks party was so fabulous, I decided to call the same bakery. Last week when I ordered the Dora cake, I explained at great lengths, in person what I wanted, and what I definitely did not want, and they got it right, it was spot on. Not to mention it was melt in your mouth delicious. This week has been another busy one and I tried 3 different days to get over there to order the cake, but something kept coming up, so I finally decided to call. Big mistake. I explained that they had just done the cutest Dora cake for me (yes, I just said cute and Dora in the same sentence.) I loved the flowers and wanted that, with polka dots in girly colors. No problem, until I picked the cake up today and the flowers looked like something you would see on someones casket or grave. The polka dots were perfect, but they looked completely misplaced with the old lady looking flowers they paired it with.

I really think I have issues when it comes to explaining to people exactly what I want. This is not the first time this has happened to me with a cake. I should have specified stamped flowers, or flat flowers, rather than flowers like on the Dora cake. Maybe I have an explanatory disorder of some sort, who knows. Add that to my growing list.

On a completely unrelated note, while checking on our scarecrow today I thought I was going to be attacked by a Priest, or some other type of Clergyman in long dress. He scared the bejesus out of me when he snuck (and by snuck I mean walked) up behind me to tell me that our scarecrow was awesome... He thought it was Mary and the baby Jesus... Go figure.

Thursday, October 09, 2008

O.Ver. It.

I saw this bag when it first came out, I thought it was kind of cute. Now that everyone, and I mean EVERYONE is carrying one, real or fake, it makes me want to rip it off their arm and beat them over the head with it. I have no idea why this bag bothers me so much, it just does.

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Open Letter.

Dear Crotchety Old Neighbor Lady,

It started out as a children's party, didn't you see the giant sized Dora castle filling my entire back yard? There was a pinata, gifts, singing and bouncing. I think that maybe the presence of the party ball, case of Corona, pitchers of margaritas and football on tv turned it into an all night drink fest. We don't do this often...well, at least not with a party ball. But come on, isn't bouncing in a Dora bounce house for 5 hours enough to earn the chance to blow off a little steam and chill with our friends?

I realize that 1:00am is not the most suitable time for a loud conversation regarding the rights of gays, and I apologize if you are a conservative that may have been offended by our anti-Palin rants. When my husband drinks, his volume button breaks, he also likes to ask inappropriate questions, but damnit, he's a funny guy. I love my friends, and when they drink, and we drink we all just have a good time. May I suggest turning down your hearing aid?

I have to admit, while we are clearing the air here, I'm a little put off by the smell of cigarette smoke that infiltrates my house when I have the windows open. When the weather is nice, there is nothing better than opening the windows for some fresh air. There is nothing worse than having it ruined by the smell of your bad habit. I know you're old and probably feel like living it up at your age, but I have children and prefer to not give them lung cancer at the early age of 7 months.

So let's make a deal, shall we? I will not tell you when or where you can smoke, I will simply close my windows and curse you in the privacy of my own home. When we have a party, you take out your hearing aid and promise not to call the police and have them issue citations for noise ordinance violations.

Also, if you plan to complain, how about the hippies across the ally way that play their bongos until midnight? Start with them. We have children.


Your late night, enjoying our youth neighbors, from 2 doors down.

Monday, October 06, 2008

My Sweetness.

Dear Sweet Munchkin,

Today you turn 3 years old. I look around this house at all of the toys you have and what you received for your birthday and realize in this sea of dress up clothes, makeup and barbie dolls you are no longer a baby. I am fully aware that this didn't happen over night, but it still just puzzles me to think about how fast the time has gone.

You are the most awesome child. You are sweet, loving, kind, and determined. You are funny, oh so funny. There is not a day that goes by when you haven't made me laugh, inside or out. You are a mess, a beautiful mess. You are mine (and your daddy's) pride and joy.

Our life has been blessed more than I could ever explain or put into words. You and your sisters are our world. We will always do what we can to be the best parents ever. We want to provide for you a home with love, lots of love, encouragement and support. We want you to grow to be a strong woman with an open mind about life and the world in general. There is no way we will get it right all of the time, but will try and we will learn from our mistakes.

Please know that we love you more than all of the m&m's in this world. We hope you had a wonderful birthday.

With all of our love,
Mom and Dad

Thursday, October 02, 2008

Girl! I Got It Goin' On...... Still.

Yesterday was a good day. I got up, got ready (as in showered, not just throwing on a t-shirt and shorts) I took the Munchkin to school and was off to run some errands. The weather was amazing, I had the radio up (as loud as I could with the twins in the car) listening to my new favorite song, Chasing Pavements and singing my little heart out. I was off to Target to get a few essentials (Method everything...) and peruse the aisles for things I can not live without.

While perusing, I noticed a guy in an Auburn hat staring at me... This usually happens when people want to tell me that I've dropped a toy, ask about the twins, or tell me that my toddler has wandered over to the cookie aisle unattended, (just kidding, that has never happened.... really....... I swear) Anyway, this guy said nothing, just smiled and walked on, I smiled. I was thinking maybe it's a friendly Auburn thing, but I was unidentifiable in that aspect.

I continued on my journey through Target, and finally landed at the check out. While I was in line, I noticed him, "Checkin' me out dude" walk past again, starring and smiling. I smiled, awkwardly, because this time I realized that he was totally checking me out. Which is weird considering I have the twins in tow. If that's not enough, he comes back and gets in line behind me. The cashier was chatting me up about the twins and "checkin' me out dude" is nodding, smiling and laughing as I joke with the cashier. With all of that, I bend down to get the stuff I have stored under the cart, this is when I completely pulled a "Random Mommy chasing a lost dog" and flash him and the people behind him my "goods." Wearing a skirt these days has it's challenges and I'm typically too scattered to mind my manners when I bend down to pick things up, and quite honestly after having 3 children, showing strangers your underwear is a non-event. At least they were pretty panties, and thank goodness I have finally put the maternity underwear away (laugh all you want, those puppies are comfy, but the time has come.)

After loading those items on the cart, "checkin' me out dude" says: "you're pretty amazing, you look like you've got it all under control. Your girls are beautiful, I can see where they get their looks." I smile again, awkwardly while thinking to myself, I know this guy is not trying to pick me up in the Target line. With the twins in the cart.. Is he? I'm pretty sure the flashing was the tipping point, and had I been wearing my maternity panties, I probably wouldn't have had this post.