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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.

That aint no BUG!

The other night, as we were sleeping, I turned to my side and faced my husband.  I happen to glance at him and noticed he was WIDE awake.  You know that look (HUGE eyes) when you think you see something in the dark that some what (VERY much) horrifies you?  Yea that kind of wide awake.  Being that it was 2 in the morning it took me a minute for my brain to register he was awake and looked freaked out of his mind.  

“What’s wrong babe?” 

“There’s a huge bug over there” as he points to my side of the futon 

“Okay – wait WHAT!?” As I struggle to wiggle out of my blanket and get to my feet (you try doing all this while its dark and your half asleep and fairly freaked out that a HUGE bug was on your body) 

“Yea its about this long (he makes a 3 inch distance between his fingers) and this fat (about and inch and a half wide)” 

At this point Im at the furthest corner of the room (and yes the furthest opposite corner from where the alleged enemy was sighted).  I’m trying my best to look around and look towards the area my husband is now pointing at.  

“LOOK!  There it is!” My husband began moving away from the thing.  Okay wait up hold a minute!  If my husband is backing up from this monster it must be the size of a small cat.  I mean hello I watched Clash of The Titans I know how big these monsters of science can be.  This is a whole new world for us – surrounded by actual grass and trees, who knows what little monsters inhibit these parts.  

I searched the ground and I saw it.  This thing was making its way towards us.  It had no fear!  With one little step it was on top of the futon (where we sleep!) and only took about six steps and was headed towards the front door.  Like it knew exactly where it needed to be.  Of course I ran (no literally jumped up skipped and almost fell over my own feet and then began to run) out of its way.  My husband began shooshing (yes he was actually making the shooshing sound as he shooshed the massive beast) out the front door.  And like an obedient house pet it made its way out and we shut the door.  

The rest of the night was like sleeping with the enemy.  Every little sound movement or even hint of new air sent me over the edge.  I was convinced that thing had a small herd lingering somewhere in the shadows.  So you can imagine there was no sleeping after that.  But it gets worse … OH YEAH worse! 

The next morning as we got up and did our daily routine I felt bumps around my eyes.  These bumps actually hurt and burned as I put my facial cream on.  I looked closer and they were BITES!  WTF!?!  That little bastard was on my face!!!  Eating my eyeballs?!?!?!  I felt violated!!  I rushed over to my husband and showed him the evidence of the perpetrator.  “How exactly did you know that animal was around?” I probed my husband.  He was with-holding information – I could feel it!  Without making eye contact he said “Well I felt something on my face – so I flung it off me”  OH HELL TO THE NO!  And of course he flung it toward ME!  “So what your saying is you felt that thing on your face, flung it towards my side of the futon and just laid there hoping it would all go away?” – now I was freaking out!?!  Where was his loyalty?  Where was the protection????? (okay I may have been a little over dramatic but it was all still fresh) 

Well apparently (after careful interrogation strategies) this bug (demon spawn) crawled from MY FACE and onto my husbands.  Of course I’m thee only one who has bites from this this thing.  I know I had to smile and find the silver lining to this one.  

So, I smiled as I slapped the back of my husbands head 🙂 Silver lining – my carpet and perimeter of the condo will be steamed and sprayed, thanks to my so-called rescuer, thus resulting in a new fresh carpet feeling all over again.

A/C huh?

What an interesting night

Let me begin by saying we have, for the past 6 years, lived in a home with NO central heat or air or carpet.  Which, in all, worked for an asthmatic child 100% but the winters were COLD and the summers were HOT.  Living there brought the nightly ER visits and inhaler uses to a zero.  With that being said, our new condo has all three. 

This whole “global warming, end of the world” weather has everything backwards.  Approaching October, you’d expect fall leaves and cloudy skies, oh no not here in Cali.  Its 90 degree weather and wet heat.  It feels like August, except for today (of course I have to be the liar) its cloudy but yuckie.

Last night my husband wanted to try the a/c.  Not a problem – I thought.  One little switch and WAM instant coolage.  I walk to the “little box” and flipped down the little door.  WTF?  Why so many little buttons just to turn on the a/c?  I mean theres a little knob and settings, hold, fan, auto, heat, cool, night, morning CRAP!  Wheres the little switch?  Wheres the on and off button?  Why does this need to be soo difficult?  So I called my husband over.  He’s the construction worker he should know how to work these things, right?  Wrong.  He starts pushing everything.  Really???!!?!?! Why do men do this?  Why do buttons intrigue them so much?  Is it a finger thing?  “Babe the directions are right below, I didnt get a chance to read them, what do they say?” “Directions?? All we need to do is push hold cool degrees and WELLA nice breeze” . . uh ok well it didnt turn out that way.  All night long he kept getting up and pushing buttons.  Needless to say, it was a loooong HOT night. 

This morning while he was in the shower I got up and read the directions (shame on me for not doing this in the first place) and figured it all out.  But by this time my husband was so irritated by the damn thing he wanted out of the wall (men can be so touchie).  No more a/c.  We will be heading to our local walmart and pick up a few (like 4) fans.  Wind blown hair will have a whole new meaning tonight/tomorrow.  Gotta love Tuesdays 🙂

Well hello there

6:45 AM :YAWN: okay we made it through to another day.  Congratulations 🙂  Although it feels like I just laid my head on the pillow and simply closed my eyes only to find myself here at work already – this whole life thing is a GREAT magic trick.

Football picture day was a success even though there are some parents I would love to poison (or maybe just run them over with my car).  One thing about mothers all gathered together to watch their babies pose in front of a bald man – clearly irritated – get the mouths going.  Many of these moms I have known for over 9 years and others I just met.  And yes I even have family there.  My brother n law (oldest brother to my husband) is one of the coaches and he and his wife may be the main ones I just want to – hmmmm how can I put this nicely – place a thousand fleas in their croch and tie their arms to their backs.  I married the baby of the family – he has two other baby mommas besides me and I’m  not good enough for him???  PAAALLLLEEEAAAASSSSEEEE!  Anywho – I will not waste a perfectly good post on them.  :taking deep breathe:

Over all, as predicted, my schedule went exactly how I thought.  Of course dinner was served about 20 minutes later than I planned but everything rushed by.  This morning I got up a little earlier and actually combed my hair (lets not put my kids through the same thing as yesterday) and was completely dressed by 6:00am.  “oh those dark circles?  no no no im fine just wanting to stick to the schedule” … kids got up and looked around “where’s daddy?” – “he left for work” – “wow mom your ready early” – “yes, yes I am :)”

Today is going to be a little more crammed.  For my lunch I need to grab my 13 yr take him to get his hair cut and take him back to school.  Rush back to work and finish out my day.  I NEED to walk during my son’s practice today.  Thats a must.  My body feels weird not walking and its only the second day. 

But to change the subject – I’ve been thinking a lot about the “bedroom” area.  My husband and I are pretty regular but I sometimes wonder . . does he need more – you know – options?  Its hard having three kids in a small itty bitty condo and we sleep in the living room, theres only so much we can do.  Are there any suggestions that may help him “think of me throughout his work day”?  You know what I mean.  We are working through some marrital issues – and sometimes I want to beat him with a bat – but overall I love him.  I want to make him happy – and squirm with delight ;).

The weekend is approaching.  Hopefully we will furniture shop and get some couches and a dining table in that place and finish up the unpacking (there just isnt enough time).  We will be there a month on Oct 6th and by then I want our home to be a home .. comfy cozy.

OH!  I almost forgot – look at my gorgeous baby boy!!!  It was a bitch takin this pic . . the bald photo guy kept “moving” me … oh NO mister picture man – if you didnt know, this lil man right here is MY baby and YES I will be taking a few pictures for my enjoyment while you go back to your lil studio and get back to me.  Thanks!  hahahaha poor man … Now you see why I jumped over the barrier and clicked my heart out?  Mothers do what they need to – barrier or not 🙂

Ahhhhh – Laundry, food & Teenagers

Happy Thursday – you got your cup of Joe?  :sip: Today is my 3rd day walking my new route to work.  Its been an interesting one.  I’ve tried a few different ways (its one main road dont know why I cross the street so many times) but finally decided on the shortest route. 

Unfortunately, I have the pleasure of walking past a Home Depot.  Now I’m not knocking on a man that will humble himself to stand and wait for work but the kissing noises really get on my nerves.  I wear my head phones and blast that son of a gun (oooo im being nice with my words today) :sip: and look the opposite direction.  Normally, thats a good idea but since Im thee most awkward person in this world and simply can NOT do two things at once (chew gum and walk, look some place else while blasting the radio not to mention walking).  Yea you’re on the right thinking path – why oh why do they make the curves in the sidewalk so deep and sudden?  I mean really?  Its like one step two step OH MY where did the ground go???  :sip: So as the morning would have it I began it with a good chuckle at my expense – not too bad (bleepin bleep sidewalk humor) 🙂

Last night I spent the evening with my eldest children while dad took our youngest to football practice.  The condo is still coming together and a home cooked meal has been dearly missed.  Last night’s main course – Stew.  Seriously, if you havent had the pleasure in slow cooking a meal for about 2 hours and smelling the aroma’s of the food to be presented – your missing out.  I am NOT a cook – I live by packages, boxes, slow cookers, jars, cans and an occasional fresh veggie of some type (“recipe request” blog soon to come – still embarrassed about my reply).

Sorry back to last night – so my daughter (14) and my son (13) :sip: kept me company while I did laundry, cooked and cleaned.  They “sorta” helped me (if any of you have teenagers you completely understand what that means) so while food was on the stove and the folding began – my son began his random rants for the evening.  “Mom, I have like 8 girls jocking me right now” – me “Oh you do?” – son “Yup” – me “Can you focus on school – girls will come later MUCH later” – daughter “Seriously if I were to say that I would be in trouble” – me “if you were to say that your dad would walk the halls with you at school” – son “Thats why I love that I’m a boy” – me “Son!  Please just no girls ok?  Friends that are girls fine but please please dont give me a heart attack this early” – son “mom you gotta chill – I got this”

So after a few (4) beers, laundry was done and the stew was served and cooling off for dinner.  There was much more discussion and more debates.  Why do I get the BIG talks while dad is out??!?!?  :sip: I tried to tell my husband about the conversation (and ladies you know how that went) Hubby “babe he’s a boy he’ll be aight and I never want to hear that our daughter has a friend thats a boy” – I would have had a clever thing to say after but the beverages of my evening seemed to cloud my better judgement.

13 & 14 years olds – and thats all I have to say about that – ugh

Day 7 – New new neu?

Well we’re in our new place.  YIKES.  We are down to about 5 boxes (originally it was 15).  Everything feels new.  We have lived with hard wood floors for over 6 years and now we have carpet – new feeling on my feet.  The bathrooms are smaller and they ECHO – ummm the sounds are new.  The shower doors are completely see through – living with three, no at all shy, children – new sights to see. 

I’m used to walking around in my towel for a few minutes after my shower (if Im home alone) but HELLO – we live on the second floor and yeah the windows are EVERYWHERE – note to self: get dressed in the bathroom after shower immediatley.  Overall, I absolutely love the new place.  No more unannounced visitors (gated community) its a cozier than the last place and my kids seem happy.  Now to work on the “man”. 

I’m still very focused on my “goal” for September and so far so good.  Being a woman (the over thinking is second nature) I almost gave but nope its only day 7 and I have 23 more days for it to get easier and easier. 

I was watching Love Happens with Jennifer Aniston and that other actor guy (forgot his name – again dont feel like googling) and like all movies my mom gave me – it brought me to tears.  But he said something on there that actually made sense.  (Bare with me here) ‘Take time each day to smile – after awhile you wont need to force it – it will become second nature’.  Baby steps right? 

Anywhooo (focus on the positive – left foot in left foot out and shake it all about) ….. time to get started on these deposition summaries (Yea Im going to actually work today). 

A lil ol skool should help do the trick