Feeling Guilty

You might be a bad mommy if...

You hide in your bedroom with your laptop while they take over the house.

You go out for dinner with your husband and bring home pizza.

You get much more excited watching your dog play than your kids.

You would much rather take your kids to the park that your dog can go to with the lake than the one that has the cool play area.

...So you visit that one much more often.

If there is no blood involved than you dont want to hear it.

Your kids do their own laundry....If the're over the age of 10.

You like to call the brown spot in your son's hazel eye a "shit spot".

You have told your daughter that her gift is "being social"

You have had milkshakes and cookies...for dinner.

You laugh at the way your kid talks.

...Even though he's in speech lessons.

Your kids laugh hysterically when they fart.

Walmart is their favorite store.

...Unless the're 6. Then they love the dollar store.

And finally, you might be a bad mommy if...

Your kids think that twizzlers are made out of the dolphins caught in tuna nets.

Crappy crappy crap crap

Dear Medicaid,

I know that you don't care that we are trying to fix our credit. I know you don't care that our business went south when Rick spent THREE MONTHS at Andrew's bedside. I know you don't care that this economy is very rough right now for ANY small business. You don't care that we have NINE people in a THREE-BEDROOM double-wide. All you care about is that I missed my review. You don't care that most people get to come to their review with their last two paychecks, and a social security card, while we need SIX MONTHS of financial statements because we are self-employed. You don't care that the work involved in filling out your application and getting all the financial paperwork involved for me is over 40 hours worth of work. You don't care that our tax guy avoided my phone calls. You don't care that I was trying to plan a wedding. You don't care that Rick is the executer of his mother's estate, which meant that I had to do endless hours of paperwork or he would be held IN CONTEMPT OF COURT. You don't care that everyday of raising SEVEN kids leaves me no time to even clean my house let alone try to print off the THOUSANDS of receipts that you want. You don't care that it is ILLEGAL for me to tell you our customer's information. I don't mind telling you how much they pay for their cars, but I REFUSE to give you their names. It is not right!

So thanks, thank-you for only going back to March in paying our bills. Even though I showed you the thousands of dollars in bills from Feb. when Andrew had his last MRI. Thanks alot. And now that will go on Rick's credit, because there is no way we can pay it. And now we will probably not be buying a house this year. Yes medicaid, i am blaming YOU! And I know that I procrastinated, but my God, life is hard, and I DON'T LIKE TO GO TO YOUR OFFICE! You treat me like a crack-whore, and the people in the waiting room stare at me, and I HATE YOU!!!

Sincerely,

Trailor Trash for another year

PS- Everything on my credit is medical, So I blame YOU for that last real-estate agent telling me that they couldn't even show me that house! F-You Medicaid! I wanted to see it. Even if there was no way I could even put in an offer, I just wanted to look at it, because sometimes I avoid my reality by PRETENDING we are actually house-hunting. And it is FUN! So screw you medicaid, screw you.

Holy Smokes Batman!

Our house almost caught on fire last night! And I don't know what is going on here, because I have lived my whole life without any fire issues, and now I have 2 almost catastrophes in the time of one year. It was actually almost exactly a year ago that this happened. And now, This:




Okay, now that I am looking at it, I can see how the pictures are not very clear. Let me explain. In our bathroom, when the door is open all the way, there is a lovely perfectly round hole where the doorknob busted through the wall. Well, there used to be a perfectly round hole, until last night. Now it looks like those lovely pictures. Why? Because the boys were trying to kill the spiders. And we DON'T even have a spider problem! How were they trying to kill the spiders? Well, Jake was the lighter, and Josh was the holder. Josh held the toilet paper while Jake lighted it, and then Josh threw it INTO THE DOORKNOB HOLE!!! Holy Smokes Batman!!!

There was smoke billowing out of the hole, and when we ran in, Rick happened to be holding a beer in his hand, so he dumps the beer into the hole. And it is STILL smoking! So I grab this metal bread pan, because I bake bread so much that the breadpan is located in the bathroom, holding lipstick. I dump out the lipstick, fill the breadpan up with water, and pour it into the hole, and all down the wall, and all over the floor. Repeatedly! Because it WOULDN'T STOP SMOKING! Kyley runs in with a gravy boat (from the kitchen, although that thing would probably be good for holding Q-Tips) so I start using it, because it fits into the hole better. Now Rick runs in with the fire extinguisher from under the kitchen sink, and Oh Shit! It doesn't work! And somehow, now Rick has a pair of pliers, and is ripping the sheetrock with the pliers. So I run into the kitchen, and run back in with a large knife, and now he is sawing away at the sheetrock. I am continuing to pour water. And suddenly the power goes out! "OH CRAP!!! I think I just cut through an electrical line!!!" OMG! You should be dead! Sawing through an electrical line with a large metal knife, while standing in water.

He runs back in with a flashlight, because we have to be sure that the fire is out, and it still looks like smoke, and he is still sawing, and I am afraid to dump any more water in there, because the electrical line is probably exposed, but he reassures me that the breaker is completely off, so I am dumping, and he is sawing. We stop. We take a little break to reevaluate the situation, there in the dark, with the flashlight, and it seems that there is no more smoke. A huge sigh of relief. We examine the electical line with the flashlight, and it actually looks fine. Rick heads to the breaker box, telling me to yell if I see any sparks. I hold my breath, and now the lights are on, and nothing is sparking. OH THANK GOD! There is no smoke coming from the hole, the fire is out, and we still have a house.

Coming Soon: We disclipline two 6-yr-old boys who almost burned our house down

I'm Back!

Hey Guys-

I am back, and feel like I should apologize for not writing for so long. I don't really know why I feel like I need to apologize for not writing on my personal blog, but I do. So here I am. Sorry.

So we are married! We are now a legal family, and it feels great. The kids really seem to be affected by it, which is so surprising, because it will be 4 years in August that we have been living together. The kids are saying stuff like "You're my dad now" (like he wasn't before). Interesting.

The kids are all doing well, on summer vacation, and in good health.

The wedding was great, with some interesting stories that I may get to soon. The kids were all "junior brides" and "junior grooms" complete with their own "junior maid-of-honors" and even a "junior best-man" They were so excited to be able to bring their best friends on such a wonderful vacation, to such a beautiful place.

Our beautiful wedding chapel in the mountains


A view of the incredible cabins we stayed in


The Wedding Party



My Guys



My Gals


Husband and Wife at last!




And some more of my favorites I thought I'd throw in:
Me and Rick

Brooke and Dad

Bride

Our Sand Ceremony Container


In addition to doing a sand ceremony to include our children, we also said vows to them and gave them rings. It was beautiful!

Conversations with Josh

Brooke and I went on a shopping trip. We were not home in time for dinner, and stopped to get fast-food at this awesome place, which is my downfall:



She didn't finish her chicken strips, and had put them in the fridge, saying "Rainia can have those for her after school snack tomorrow." So tomorrow came, and was actually yesterday. Is that confusing? Anyway, I pick up elementary school first, which is Rainia, Jake and Josh.

Rainia: What can I eat when I get home?

The girl has an obsession with food. she cannot get enough. I think that because of her extremely hyper-nature, and metabolism, she really is always hungry. She burns it as soon as she eats it.

Me: Actually, Brooke saved her dinner from last night for you. Wasn't that nice?

Rainia: Yay! What is it?

Me: Chicken strips.

Josh: But I wuv chicken stwips too. Did she give me some?

Me: Sorry bud. You're going to have to eat normal snack.

Josh: Why did she give it to Wainia?

Rainia: Everyone knows I am the eater in this family.

Josh: (Is very upset, his face turns red, and he yells) "You awe NOT my leader!"



And on the same trip, the highlight of my day:

They are having a book fair. We always buy books at the school book fairs, and they sent home a catalogue for the kids to look through.



Rainia: Look at the book I want Mommy.



(Rainia's other obsession)

Josh: And wook at the book I want Mommy, Andwew weads these books.



Josh: It's called Diawea of a Wimpy Kid. It's about a kid that poops all the time!

Rainia's 15 minutes

Oh. My. God. I just saw my daughter on E!news. I have to find it on the internet. The Jonas Brothers Theater Invasion. Wow.

I won the coolest mom of the year award

Now I really AM mother of the year. Well, at least according to Rainia. This is us yesterday:



Yeah, right there on the right hand side, Rainia and Jazmynn (her best friend), Sajar (Jazzy's step-mom), and myself.

And this is why:



And this picture is the one they actually used on the front page of The Charlotte Observer:



In this picture, we are closer to the left hand side, you can see Rainia's little head kind of poking out.

Yes, The Jonas Brother's made a secret trip to Charlotte, and we were there. They actually went into the 3:00 showing of their 3-D movie, and we went to the 1:00 showing. They were only in the theater for a minute though, and when they came out, they were mobbed by screaming, crying girls. Rainia was one of them. She cried. A lot. Here she was, less than 7 feet from the boys who's posters adorn her walls. This was a HUGE deal. And I have to say it was a complete stroke of good luck, as the movie wasn't playing in little town. It was playing in a bunch of theaters in Charlotte, and we happened to be at the right one, at the right time. So now Rainia's little life is complete!

eta: All photos courtesy of The Charlotte Observer