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Flippity Flap Fact Friday

Gooood Morning and Happy Friday 🙂

I am all hyped up on my coffee so excuse my stuttering fingers.  As always, before I educate your spongy minds ( I mean that in the best way possible – if thats possible) tomorrow we will be celebrating my father n laws 70th birthday.  Many of you know I lost my mom a couple years ago and in these last couple of years satan has tried to throw his worst species my way (seriously this post isnt about you – move on) but God has blessed me 10 times over with the most amazing family a woman could ever dream of.  As all you ladies know – when you marry, you marry them ALL 🙂

“My husband and I have never considered divorce… murder sometimes, but never divorce.” ~ Joyce Brothers

*** and now drum roll please (tried to spell it but your imagination will have to do) ***

A pig’s orgasm lasts for 30 minutes

Well Flippity FLAP!   Have a wonderful weekend

 

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And the Award goes to . . . . .

Drumroll Please (drrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr) J Estrada, A Estrada and A Estrada Jr.!  Oh yea peeps 3 cousins by which they all are born on the exact same day one year apart received an award today.  Conspiracy you say?  Hmmmmm

Isnt he handsome :gush:

As we (Estrada Clan) entered the auditorium we turned to each other asking “wait is “J” getting an award? “A” to?  And “A Jr.”?  Hmmmmmm”.  Well it is Christmas time – OF COURSE our boys did a 180, they needed to insure every item they listed on their Christmas List will be waiting for them underneath the tree.  We all sat there (taking an entire row) and watched proudly and screamed their names as each were called.  People looked back at us (we always wear dark clothing and we all have dark hair) probably wondering who brought the lil mafia familia.  I laugh typing that but thats exactly how we looked.  My husband comes from a very big family so when we roll we roll deep.

Last night was a hectic one – today being the last day of school for two weeks, :sniff tear: sorry I still get very emotional when I think of their “break” from school.  Lord help me.  Sorry back to my point, our 14 yr old had a fiesta in his Spanish class and it was Potluck style so we opted for the easiest thing – sweet bread aka pan de dulce.  Also, this year I wanted to send a treat to my kids teachers.  The older ones got to pick one teacher each (highschool) and my youngest has two teachers so he automatically gets a gift for both.  I must say I do like my handy dandy gift choices – coffee thingies that keep the coffee hot with their favorite teams on them – 2 Chargers, 1 Steelers and a Purple one (no team).

And after a night filled with wrapping, cooking, cleaning, crying, drinking, laughing, massaging, laundry, baking, folding, mediating and finally kissing the kids good night it was time for me to admire my only card on my tree.

Its the simple things that make my day/night.  Have a wonderful weekend!

Facebook – I see you

Well good morning good morning

Now that I have my cup of Joe and more importantly you can see my pretty nails (I’m so proud of my new girly art skills) , lets get into the lovely topic of Facebook.

My husband and I decided that leaving facebook was the best for us.  We felt that privacy was a HUGE factor and also we really didnt see it as a positive tool in our lives.  Since then our teenagers have made it a habitual daily thing to log every piece of their lives online for all to see.  Although we dont have a facebook we do have our ways of monitoring whats being posted by our teens.  One of those ways is their other parents.  My daughter’s dad monitors her facebook religously and we thought my step sons mom would monitor his posts as well.

For the past couple of weeks my step son has been very verbal about things that go on in our home.  Of course I’m a step parent so of course I was the target.  Its all good though, being a parent and not a friend to your child can do that especially if your the “step” parent.  I wont go into it in detail but I will say this – shame on you and thank you.  Catching his handy work and the non mention of certain people’s actions actually provided a great communication exercise that benefited our lil family.  It also proves exactly what type of person(s) are out there.  Lets grow up, shall we.

Okay time for the catch up wrap up . . . . . Since September I have celebrated 10 years of marriage (bowing and thanking all of my 4 supporters/fans), had a full hysterectomy and got really good at smiling even though I feel like smashing everything in sight.  So in summary “the good the bad and the ugly” (HA good one!).

I was home recovering from surgery for almost 7 weeks – I managed to watch every season and every episode of Greys Anatomy.    Hello, a show about surgeons after going under the knife made perfect sense.  Plus my husband and I caught up on The Walking Dead.  Great shows but man did I have nightmares.  First being cut open and dying on the table to coming back to life trying to eat everyone in sight.  Yikes.

Gosh it feels good to be back.

Wrappings Off – Now what?

Day 2 of “yoga” watch – HAHA that’s what my husband calls it.  The DVD is now unwrapped and lying next to the DVD player.  Why doesnt it just put itself inside the machine???  It stares at me every night before I go to bed and it waits for me to wake up just to rub it in my face.  Damn yoga DVD – Damn you Jillian! 

On another note, a person (which will remain nameless) has just pushed herself  back into my life recently.  We have known each other for quit some time and our relationship is extremely bi-polar.  One moment we get along great and the next we are true to the grit enemies.  I mean, I’m not in highschool anymore and there are relationships that need to stay gone.  You know that person, the one you love to hate but hate to love but end up friendly because hey its them?  No??  Well damn, I guess I’m the only one that has issues.  Just so it’s said I’m warning myself  “Jo-your gunna get kicked in the ass again so you better watch out – remember the last few times – your damned if you do and your damned if you dont”.  :sigh:

Today was Bring Your Loved One to Lunch Day at my son’s school.  The kid cant take a serious picture to save his life!  But I gotta admit, he’s AMAZING that way 🙂 I love having lunch with him and his lil friends.  He tells me all about who is who and what kind of day he’s having.  I can sit there and watch him for hours.

OH CRAP – I soo have a funny story for you: So on Sunday my husband and I decided to go have breakfast, just him and I at our local iHop.  Where we were sitting there was a couple sitting behind my husband (we had to be romantic and face each other) with two small girls.  One must have been about 9 maybe 10 months old.  She was screaming crying touching everything on the table.  Her mom must have picked her up and set her down 3 or 4 times.  After while we must have gotten used to the noise.  But the next thing I knew I glanced past his shoulder and saw this:

No No do NOT adjust your computer or tilt your head..this my friends is a picture of the little girl FAST asleep on her highchair-thinga-ma-bob.  Do not be alarmed I have EXCELLENT undercover camera skills so I was not arrested.  Now look at this poor little girl, all the while her parents enjoyed their breakfast they LEFT their child like this for the ENTIRE time they ate.  No on touched her or even offered to fix her little neck.  Here’s another photo – I like this one cause you can see her little poof of her hair:

I know its wrong that my husband and I laughed for HOURS at this picture.  I mean who does this? 

Have a HAPPY HUMP DAY – ugh its already past 2 – time to do some squats *insert fart noise here*

Do Over Please

Dont you just hate  those mornings that when the moment you wake up its like a bomb goes off?  Normally, I have pretty quick mornings – get the kids up and dressed and out the door.  Normally, the mornings run smooth and easy – yeah there are some arguments here and there and bit of dirty looks from one sibling to the other but normally my mornings are pretty snazzy.

Well this morning was not at all snazzy or even one bit a part of the word normal.  :closing my eyes taking a deep breath and gulping a big swig of my coffee:

BEEP BEEP BEEP went the alarm at approximately 6:15am.  My husband has already left to the gym (at 430am).  Okay time to start the day – Get up grab the dog and take him for the morning walk.  “Come on Sabyn lets go” maybe he wasnt ready to make his morning début so he laid there staring at me.  “Come on Sabyn its cold outside so we need to make this quick” he just stares.  :SIGH: “Okay big boy lets go” I bend down pick him up (he’s 55lbs at 6 months) and help him along to the stairs.  I have to practically drag him to the grass.  He walked around sniffed and squatted.  “Great, now come on lets goo inside” Nope he wasnt having it.  First the dog didnt want to go outside now the dog didnt want to go inside . . geeeez. 

After hauling him up the stairs take him in, feed him and give him his morning medicine (which means I shove my hand down his throat while he gags and pushes me away – have I mentioned how much fun I’m having at this point?) I proceed to wake up the rest of the clan.  My 15 yr old daughter has already left for school (she’s the smart one to leave early enough before the boys open their eyes).  I go into my 9 yrs old’s room and turn the light on “Okay pop time to get up its Monday – Your clothes are on the bed” …. he mumbles, farts and turns over.  “Come on son we have 20 minutes” … mumbles, farts and covers his head with the pillow.  Grrrreeeeaaattt :BIG SIGH:

I leave the room to head to my 13yr old’s room — knock knock “hey poppa its 6:45” – grumble “k mom” . . . I head back to my 9 yr old’s room and he’s still covered in the bed.  I grab the blankets “Come on baby lets go!” and from that point until we left at 730 is pretty much a blur.

I know there was some crying in there along with yelling (and that was just from me) theres no telling what the boys were fighting about or yelling about.  I know the door slammed a few times and maybe the milk was spilled somewhere (i’ll have to go home for lunch and really take a look at the damage). 

Theres one thing I dislike (well maybe there are a few things but) the most is yelling at my kids first thing in the morning.  It makes me physically ill. 

I finally make it in to work and low and behold the hubby calls to check on how everything went this morning.  Thats when I cracked I bawled all the events out in one sobbing breath.  He said he was sorry the morning went bad and that he’ll have a talk with the kids later (hat usually NEVER happens).  I tried to explain it wasnt the fact that the morning was hard it was the fact that I yelled.  He didnt get it . . Can I just have a do over?  Please?

Craigslist, the new dating site?

I decided to walk to work this morning.  It’s been over a month or two since I’ve done this and figured what the heck – let’s do it.  I had forgotten what a great walk it was.  To have 15 minutes of just not thinking about anything except for watching out for that damn curb that seems to trip me up, it always get me.  Well who am I kidding being a woman, mom and wife there is NO such thing as not thinking about anything.  A woman’s mind is constantly going, period.  

My thoughts pondered on a number of things, and if you really knew knew me you would know some of these thoughts are out there – sometimes.  Last night I read about the movie craigslist killer (I think that’s the name of it) and I began to wonder if that were true.  Are there personals on craigslist?  I thought people only went on there for jobs, houses or pets.  So of course I ventured on the website, you know for research purposes.  And low and behold I was wrong.  There are a ton of personal ads.  My curiosity was peeked.  I couldn’t help but read some of these entries.  Did you know there are couples out there looking for a third player in their bedroom!?  Did you know there are people that advertise their “services” and do not mind it would only be an hour of pleasure.  CRAZY!  There are women on there that have husbands away in the Navy who want “quality” time but just sex.  

I am not internet savvy or understand all of these little abbreviations out there, but because I researched these personals I learned quit a few.  For example NSA – means “no strings attached”, BBW – Big Black Woman (there are other meanings behind BBW – that was just one of the meanings) ONS – one night stand, the list gets more and more interesting. There are others w4w t4m m4w (so many 4 scenarios I lost count). 

 As I read some of these I wondered who answers these ads?  Who places them?  Are they all killers?  Is this a common thing?  I wanted to get to know more about online hook-ups and googled “on line hookups” and hundreds of sites popped up.  Some of them were porn videos, hey Im not here to judge.  There are sooo many advertisements about Match.com or Plentyoffish.com (to name just two).  Is it really that hard to meet someone these days?    

My research ended just as quickly as it started and man did I need a drink after.  I tried to explain to my husband about my new found education.  I went into great detail about the websites and personals I had encountered (we seriously have no secrets – well almost none).  He seemed like he was interested a.k.a. listening but as it turned out all he heard was “naked” “porn” ect.

 “Babe you really watched porn on the internet?”

 “No babe!  I said …” just as I was about to go further he lost interest a.k.a. went back to his music on his laptop.

 “Oh I thought you said you were watching porn.  Can you grab me a beer while your up?  You should hear this mix I just made” 

“Did you hear anything I said?” 

 “Yea yea yea babe I was listening and don’t you worry we’ll head to the video store later to buy a couple, I don’t want you watching that on your laptop – you’ll catch a virus”.  Ugh men!

Blog and the Husband

What is a blog?  Some may say – “it’s a place where I can post my feelings and thoughts” others may say – “a place where I can share news and important events” but as many will agree it’s a way of getting some point across whether others agree or disagree bla bla bla yadda yadda yadda.  

I personally do not have a facebook or myspace or youface or whatever it is out there right now but I do have a twitter (which I suck at) and a blog.  I have nothing against those who have all these other internet avenues of communicating, it’s a personal preference of mine not to have the others yadda yadda.  Anywho, yes there is a reason to my madness.  

My point – the other day my husband asked me why it is I blurt out “Oooo that would be a great blog” and go about whatever it is I’m doing.  He began to claim I was developing or showing symptoms of turrets.  So finally I broke it down to him. 

“babe, I have a blog” 

“Ah whatta?” 

“A blog” 

“oooo-kaaay what does that mean?  And how much is it?” 

“It’s a website where I can write and talk about things in my own way” 

“A blog?” 

“yea, a blog” 

He just stared at me for a moment.  Like he was waiting for me to explain it in another language or maybe draw some pictures for him.  I did move my fingers like I was typing on an invisible keyboard but he just stared.  I began to pull out my laptop when he said

 “So have you blogged me?”

 “Well yea”

 “That’s cool” and he got up and put on some football.

 “Don’t you want to see it?”

 “Nope.”

 “Why?” 

“Babe, you said you have a blog, ok so you have a blog.  Its free and its not Facebook or myspace right?  Well good you have a blog a blog a blog a blog.” As he said a blog a blog a blog his head went from side to side while watching the game. 

 I was about to go further into it but decided naw.  I’ll leave it at that. Well then yesterday he called me at work and asked me to look up some information on the internet.  I was about to log on and he said “just look at your blog” WHAT?  He apparently didn’t hear a word I was saying about what it is and he inserted his own version of the (insert Charlie brown grown up sound here) between “It’s a wah wah wah waaah wah wah wah” he apparently thinks its like google.  Nice