Tuesday, July 31, 2012

As For Me and My House, We Will Eat Mor Zaxby's

It's been almost 2 weeks since Chick Fil A-gate and my social media continues to light up with people fighting over the issue, all while completely missing the issue, oddly enough.

I started this blog post in the heat of the moment and after much deleting and re-writing and calming down and re-writing and thinking about our beliefs and re-writing some more, I still feel strongly about the decision we have made to not support Anti-Gay Organizations via Chick Fil A.

The most persistent argument that has come my way for my decision is the " You can't possibly boycott every company that gives money to something you don't like.." and that is completely right. I can't. But I can support the things that I feel strongly about and right now that is the issue of Gay Rights. 10 years from now, I might feel strongly about saving monkeys in the rain forest and if that day comes, I'll do what little I can to support that cause too.

One day, when all of this is behind us and it will be eventually, just like women not having the right to vote and African Americans being sent to the back of the bus. This issue will eventually mainstream and I'll be proud to say that I did what little I could to show support for gay rights. Without people like me, the same people that were fighting for women and African Americans, where would we be?

I have no problem with anyone believing the way they choose to believe. I have a hard time understanding it in this case, admittedly. "The Hate the Sin, Love the Sinner" philosophy is lost on me. People say they have no problem with people being gay, they just don't deserve the same rights as a traditionally married couple. You have friends that are gay that you love and accept unconditionally, but... dot dot dot.

See, in our house, when we love and accept, there is no dot dot dot. It just is. It's what I'm teaching my kids. It's what your bible teaches you.

So, continue to support gay rights and/or Chick Fil A in the way that best suits your family and your conscience, but as for me and my family, we are doing what we feel we need to do to support those we know and love, we're doing what we feel is right.

Friday, July 27, 2012

I've Created a Monster (with 2 in training)

Harry Potter. It's what we're into.. Can you tell?

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Summer Fun: Day 41

We spent the 4th of July at the lake this year and managed to mark a few things off of our summer bucket list -- all while hanging with some of the Grandparents.

Go to the Lake:

Play in the Rain:

We also marked off fishing. Those pictures are stored on the Husbands phone and I keep forgetting to transfer..

We've got about a 2 1/2 weeks left to mark some serious tasks off the Bucket List - It's going to be a whirlwind 17 days!

Thursday, July 19, 2012


While getting ready this morning I had a conversation with one of the twinlets (Ashley to be exact) regarding boobies. Mine and hers.

Twinlet: "Mommy, you have big boobies"

Me: "Yeah well, it's all relative. And I'm a grown up."

Twinlet: "Well, when I get 17, I'm going to have Big O' Boobies"

Me: "17?"

Twinlet: "Uh Huh. 17 is when I'm a grown up. My Boobies will be bigger than yours. They'll be like this.... *motions to porn size boobs with her hands*

Twinlet: "When I'm 17.. a grown up" *shrugs*

Me: *Went ahead and locked her in the closet*

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

My Vow of Political Celibacy.

I'm a gal who loves her Social Media. Really, really loves her social media. If you know me, you know this to be true. I'm rarely without a social media source or outlet and start having the shakes when the place where I'm dining doesn't show up for me to check in or tag.

Lately my news feed has become a greater source of frustration than it has been an outlet of light-hearted fun. With about 4 months left until the BIG election, misinformation and the usual Obama hate is already at an all time high. I've reached my limit. You can only witness the defense of racism, and the war on women's rights for so long before feeling the need to punch someone in jeans.

I'm not a political person. At least I try not be. I know what I believe in, and what the Husband and I feel is best for our family. I don't push my views on others because it truly might not be best for them.  Hell, my beliefs now might not be what's best for me in 5 years.

I don't go on public message boards and call others names and question their intelligence because of their views. I respect their right to choose. (Ha!) I can be convinced that I am wrong, or at least that a compromise is desirable, if and/or when I'm dealing with reasonable opposing arguments.

Because we live here in the deep ass, conservative south, the majority of the people we know or are related to, do not share our views. Which begs the question, why do we continue to live in such a close minded, progressively challenged area, willingly... Sometimes I truly wonder what keeps us from fleeing to another part of the country, one that isn't so repressed and backwards. The thought of raising my children around such close minded idiocy, concerns me.

Lately Facebook has become an outlet for moronic forwards of misinterpretation and flat out hatred for the President of OUR United States. If you don't agree with his policy and you feel like he's "running this great Nation into the ground," that's fine. You're entitled to your opinion on the matter.  I actually love a good EDUCATED debate or discussion regarding my beliefs. I enjoy learning about why others believe the way they do. It makes me smarter, it challenges me to research and to learn. But it seems as though now, I spend my time trying to debunk the uneducated shit that flows out of some people's computers like a virus. Why? I'm not really sure. I don't expect to change their mind. But for some odd reason I feel the need to at least point them in the right direction and show them that not everything they read can be taken at face value. Red or Blue. There is no excuse for such anti-intellectualism.

But, no more. I'm done. I hesitate to make this vow because it's a long way until November, and if there is anything I love as much as my Social Media, it's Reality Television having the last word, but I'm going to do it. I'm going to give it my all. I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.

So here it goes:

I vow to no longer engage with uneducated, misinformed people via social media. I will no longer give my time to a picture of Obama with horns. I will ignore and resign myself to my happy place.

You cannot bait me.

I am un-baitable.

In order to make things easier,  I will hide or delete anyone who posts something that I can prove to be false in less than one minute by doing a simple little search using this tool we call, Google. No offense, it goes along with my need to have the last word. This condition is a must.

When Obama wins in November, I vow not to gloat. A simple "Woo to the Hoo" should be sufficient in explaining my feelings.

Should Romney win, I will then un-hide the hidden, as I will most likely need Facebook in order to stay in contact with them when we flee the Country.

How about you, can you make your news feed a happy place again by taking this vow?

But, I just.... Put Those Away.

Welcome to a new series I'm calling "But, I just..."

I'm sure every Mom can relate to the issue that seems to be getting worse around our house. Me, the Mom, duplicating my cleaning efforts. As in, the tiny humans mess up faster than I can possibly clean.

Right now the Twinlets are hard core fashionistas. It's nothing for them to change their clothes 6 or 7 times a day. (do the math on that,  2 kids + 7 outfits each + whatever Munchkin happens to add in the mix = Lots of clothes.)

Because they can't actually hang things back up, we end up with piles and piles of clothes in their room.

After spending a good solid hour, sorting through what was clean or dirty, putting jammies back in the jammie drawer and hanging up the dresses, I walked in to find this:

A mere 2 hours after I had finished my chore.

The funny thing is, this was actually their attempt at helping by "folding them out" for me...  Hard to get upset about such cuteness.

Monday, July 09, 2012

Summer Fun On the Road and a Lesson Learned

We recently took a little trip up to see my sister in Lexington, it was on our list of things to do this summer, so it was a must. Plus I always look for a chance to see my sister!

On our trip we were able to really work our way through the bucket list. My children also learned a valuable lesson. The definition of "technicality."

Items we marked off:

Zoo - We took them to one of the best in the country. The Columbus Zoo
Ice Cream - Jeni's Spendid
Cupcake - Yum!
Hiking - McConnell Springs
Road Trip - Did it..
See MiMi and Jason - Check
Picnic - For Breakfast
Catch Fireflies - Only Killed One

And the pinnacle of our entire Summer Bucket List (and Lesson on the Definition of Technicality)


I'm guessing they will be a little more specific when creating our list for next summer.

Tuesday, July 03, 2012

Magic Mike: Not a good Movie. Not the Point

Thank you Sir, May I have another.
Last night we finally had the chance to check out the much hyped movie, Magic Mike.

All weekend I've watched status updates on Facebook of friends who had been. I had overheard conversations EVERYWHERE I went about THE movie.  In one conversation I heard at the mall, one lady was trying to explain to her customer how "good" it was, although it was a bit racy. Ya' Think?

2 things.

First. Between this movie and the hype over 50 Shades of Grey, I'm beginning to think that we, as women have been sexually repressed for a very long time. But that is another post for another day.

Second. What I keep hearing and reading is: "Was it Good?" Please stop asking that question. You're missing the point.

We didn't go see the movie for the riveting plot line. We went to see hot actors strip.


And in my ever so humble opinion, there wasn't enough of that because the directors felt that as women, we would want a plot. So, their feeble attempt to weave in a love story combined with the stripper brother spiraling out of control ended up taking away from the purpose of the movie.

To see hot actors strip.

So in answer to that question, "Was it good?"


Did I enjoy it?

You bet your Elephant Thong, I did.