Some things I've learned in the past year...

1. Drinking small amounts of motor oil will not kill you... but it will make you poop every hour on the hour for three days straight.

2. Dog poop, even when rolled around in dirt, is never a pleasant surprise when it is handed to you in the kitchen. Probably not anywhere else either.

3. It doesn't matter how old you are... if you wear sandals without socks, you are gonna get stanky feet.

4. Sometimes when my husband is snoring, I seriously consider smothering him with a pillow. Not til he's dead or anything, just until he is quiet.

5. The little paranoid scaredy cat little boy I used to know, is becoming a not so scaredy cat young man. Although he is as paranoid as ever!!

6. It doesn't matter how old or or chubby or wrinkley I get, when I drink enough... I think I'm Minka Kelly or Mila Kunis or whoever else you think is hot stuff.

7. I totally have hoarding tendancies. There is a good chance that in 30 years you will see me on the A&E show "Hoarders". Hopefully I'm not pooping in bags and saving them in the kitchen.

8. When I play with my make-up, I'm totally happy in my own world like I was when I was seven and I was making my slutty Barbie do it with my G.I. Joe. I've always had a thing for a man in uniform.

9. I cannot get naked in a gym until I am SAFELY in the shower stall. I think this is because I grew up with brothers and not sisters. Also, people who freely walk around with their FULL NUDE BODIES scare me and I think their vaginas are trying to get me.

10. Seeing my boys happy, makes me happy... even when I'm really not happy.

Long time coming...

It has been a LONG time since I last blogged. I would like to say it is because life has been boring and slow and easy and just not exciting, but in reality it has been this: pneumonia, three sinus infections, two bouts of pink eye and asthma for Tbill, Tmoney started getting into trouble and decided that he would like to try living with his idiotic father for a while, and I have been beyond busy at work and with dealing with my boys, bridal showers, baby showers, weddings and planning more showers and bachelorettes in the next few weeks. Also in there was a crazy 600 calorie per day diet which not only helped me lose 20 lbs, but a LOT of money and all of my energy. I'm now off the crazy diet and while I gained 10 lbs back, it showed me I can lose the weight if I just try. So here's to trying!!

These days Tbill is a wild man. He loves to climb up and jump off our furniture, he is a little water dog and already puts his face right into the water. He also tries to ride our dogs like they are horses and he has recently entered a hitting phase. He has totally developed a sense of humor and loves to try to make us laugh making silly faces or playing with his tongue. He is a little motor mouth and talks ALL the time. I can understand him even if no one else can. Well, mostly. He is also a little love bug and gives EVERYONE he knows big hugs.

Now that Tmoney is living with his dad, we are all getting along much better. We definitely miss him, and his brother misses him, but when he's home to visit, the tension that was once there is gone. It's nice to just be able to enjoy him instead of being the constant nagging harpie making his life miserable =) I can't believe he is going to be a sophmore come this fall!

I guess that's about it for now. Hopefully someday I'll have more time, or something fun to share, but for NOW... you get what you get and don't have a fit =)

Photos of my sweet boy

A whole mess of new problems...

Wow, I haven't updated in a LOOOONG time. I'm sure there is a ton to write about, but since there is TOO much, I'll just write about the recent activities of our lives. Okay, specifically my life.

So as many of you know, one my my BFFs lives in Savannah, GA and her husband is currently deployed. Being the super awesome BFF that I am, I wanted to go visit her while he was gone so I could keep her company. I booked my flight over a month ago and was SO excited to go see her... until about two weeks before I was supposed to leave. Around that time, Tbill started waking up in the middle of the night EVERY night. For hours. Being the anxiety ridden nut job that I am, I decided this was because I was going to die and his baby intuition was telling him to spend as much time with me as he could, because I'd be dead in 14 days. So the lack of sleep combined with an already crazy person started causing me to have mini panic attacks. Also, since I was facing certain death, I wasn't able to fall asleep at night. So basically, I'd fall asleep between 11pm -12am, the baby would wake up between 1am - 2am and would be up for a good two hours. It was not a happy time in my home.

I went to the doctor for an unrelated issue and she noticed my legs shaking uncontrollably while I sat on her table. She asked me what was going on and that was when I broke down crying and telling her that I was going to DIE in a matter of days. So she asked me if I have ever had problems with anxiety in the past and I told her my mental health history, which includes a history of panic attacks and a prescription for Klonopin. So, thankfully, she refilled my prescription for my Klonopin so I would have it for the plane ride. Of course, then came the NEW anxiety of "what if I take my pills and I'm too mellow to jump out of the plane in case of an emergency landing on a farm in Alabama and I burn up and am the only fatality?" My doctor assured me that the anxiety I was feeling was totally normal and that many moms of young children have panic attacks when they think of dying and leaving their babies without their moms. So, I guess I felt somewhat better knowing I am not the only crazy person.

As you can tell from this blog, I DID survive the plane ride to and from Georgia and have a fun weekend with my friend. We only got into a minimal amount of trouble, just like the old days. Of course, when I got home, Ehee brought the kids to pick me up from the airport and Tbill refused to even look at me for 20 minutes. Apparently he was teach me a lesson to never leave him AGAIN!!

So it is now 3/30 and I started writing this on 3/14. That said, I'm over this post. I'm ending it here and will update again shortly.

UGH

I am a person that is very set in her ways. I have the SAME routine every single day. I drop off T-money, I drop off T-bill, I drive the same route to work every day and I park in the same parking spot every day. I come in, put my stuff down, turn on my computer and then head downstairs to the cafeteria so I can get some coffee and usually something to eat. Every day, I make my coffee the SAME way. It's easy, there are only two types of coffee so I don't ever change flavors or the way I make it. Until yesterday.

On Thursday morning, I followed my same routine. I decided to have an egg sandwich for breakfast which took longer than usual to order because one of the chefs was out sick. I stood in line with my co-worker, chatting about the day ahead and how stressful it has been lately. We started complaining about how long it was taking, but oh well, it takes a good 15 minutes for my computer to load, so I didn't care that much. I finally ordered my food and went to go get my lemon water and my coffee. My special coffee. The only kind I drink at work.

I went over to grab my disposable cup and I noticed they had changed them. They no longer had Peet's coffee cups. Odd, but I just figured they must be out and would have more next week. I grab my cup and head over to the coffee station. . MY COFFEE WAS GONE!!!!!

Instead of my ONE giant coffee machine (yes it is a MACHINE, not a pot) there were 10bright red coffee containers that read "Seattle's Best". There was Dark Roast, French Roast, Hazel Nut, Decaf, Cinnabun, Vanilla Bean, Italian Roast... WTF IS GOING ON!?!?!?! I cannot choose between all those different flavored coffees before I've HAD MY CUP OF COFFEE!!! The first one I tried was bitter and dark and awful, much like my soul after realizing they had gotten rid of our Peet's. The next one I tried was just as awful, so I dumped that cup too. Finally, I decided to try the vanilla, which is the ONLY drinkable coffee from my work I can now consume. Although, it gives me a stomach ache once I'm done with it.

But seriously folks, who does that? Who, with NO WARNING, in the MIDDLE of the week, takes away the coffee that the entire company has been drinking for the past five years, and replaces it with something that tastes AWFUL??? Again, WITH NO WARNING!!!! Also, I think the name should be changed to Seattle's WORST Coffee, because I just hate it. Not everything has to make your insides feel like they are being dissolved. Sometimes you can have a MILD flavored coffee!!

So that is my rant for the week. I have NOTHING baby to post because he is currently boring. Hope you have a good weekend!

Thankful

So I know that most of the time in my blog, I try to be funny or sarcastic. This is because I don't deal well with most emotions. I generally get very uncomfortable when people around me cry, or look like they are about to cry. I roll my eyes when people tell me how precious something is, even their children. I know!! I'm like the Grinch, but not specifically to Christmas. What people do NOT really know or understand is that this is a really a defense mechanism because I am way OVERLY sensitive. When I am alone in the car and I hear a song that touches me, I cry. Yes, I actually cry. I cry at movies, at TV, and even books. However, when people around me do it, I get super uncomfortable and I run for my life. That is why I try to keep this blog light and fluffy and I never really talk about my feelings.

That said, this entry is going to talk about my feelings. I'm going to try to anyway.

Today I read one of the most heart breaking blogs I could read. It contained two very sensitive subjects to me which would be illness and children. It made me really start thinking about what is important in my life. I'm so quick to complain about my baby taking crack and staying up all night, or my teenager driving me NUTS with his constant attitude. But in all honesty, I am SO, SO greatful that I have two healthy children who are able to drive me crazy. Sometimes I get so caught up in "me" or the meaningless drama that goes on in my life, that I forget to put things in prospective. Why do I obsess over the wrinkles starting to creep in around my eyes, when I should be grateful that I have lived long enough to earn those wrinkles? Why do I get embarassed about my 1 year old having stranger anxiety, when I should be glad that he is healthy enough to be around strangers? It all seems pretty trivial in the grand scheme of life.

Let me state now that I love both my boys with all my heart. I am thankful every day that they are healthy and that I have never had to go through any major trauma with either of them. I pray every day that I will never have to go through any major trauma with them because I don't know if I am strong enough to take it. I am grateful for every day I spend with them and I pray that I have years and years with them, and someday their children. They are my heart, and when they hurt, my heart hurts. If I could take every ounce of pain they have known, or will ever know, I would because I honestly believe it would hurt me more to watch them bear it.

With that said, I don't say this much, but I will pray for Brandi and Chris. This is their blog: brandiandchris.blogspot.com
Hopefully, if you have a chance you'll read it and their heart breaking story. The good news is there is hope and even if you don't pray, maybe you can send good thoughts and vibes their way.