Why Bother?

Yeah so here goes a little boo babying.

Everyday I spend cleaning up after everyone, and it never ends. EVER! Get that coffee table shining so bright I could put my make-up on in its reflection. The next thing I know, Aidan is eating something on it and that's where it lands...on it. Ugh, and today he got mayo or some kind of food on his hand and then preceded to use the table as a napkin! I know my house is never gonna stay clean and that yes it is a battle that continues, but sometimes I wish I had a magic wand or a Fairly Oddparent to make the mess go away. Then I'd have more time to do the things that are really fun. Or maybe even sometime for myself.

Yet as I'm writing this, I kind of feel like an asshole. I'm greatly appreciative of my children regardless of the messes they make and I'm very happy that I get the privilege to stay home with them. Something does make me feel warm and fuzzy inside knowing the hard work, love and effort that goes into preparing a meal for my fams or the accomplishment I feel after doing 8 loads of laundry which includes my husbands not so nice smelling undergarments. (sorry Adam)

Nothing could compare to the joy I get in getting to be the first person who sees Ali Babe say or do something new. Like recently when she started saying "Awwww" when she picks up her babies or sees the kitty cat. I love to get drawings from Aidan too which say on them "Aidan <3" which means Love Aidan.

So, yes there are a lot of messes to clean up...but its worth it

Fecal Salsa anyone?

So, I decided to hit up Myspace chat room tonight and just see what was happening....the usual, movies, music, how badly Bush sucks as a President. I was totally turned off and taken back when I got lured into looking at porn!!

It starts out I was talking to someone from the CO, represent. Yet this person wanted me to go to a website that had to do with salsa. I figured since he lived in Peyton, CO that, that was a big business out there, salsa distribution. I thought that his family might have had a legit business wheeling and dealing in spicy habaneros. I check it out....and low and behold it is the most disgusting, outrageous trite garbage I've seen since I was sixteen and some freak kid at some Goth coffee shop showed my friends and I some fecalfeliac pictures!!! Nasty!!! That's all I have to say is, n-a-s-t-y-!

I maybe 26yrs old and not as naive as I used to be....but looks like I've got some learning to do.

Note to self and to anyone who reads:

DO NOT GO ONTO ANY MYSPACE CHAT ROOMS LATE AT NIGHT, NOR ANY TIME OF THE DAY!!!

Unless looking at poop is your thing, then have at it

I think I need to remedy my sleep patterns and go to bed like a normal person so that the fecalfeliacs can't get at me. That'll teach me lesson to stay up late. If anyone has any remedies to my sleep problems...I'd be glad to hear them. Feel free to leave them as comments or email me. I'd also like to hear about your chat issues or fecal issues no matter what they'd be. Ha! Yeah, I guess poop is funny, but not when you get tricked into looking at it.

Also, if anyone makes a sweet habanero salsa, I'm down. Just as long as it doesn't have to do with poop. Thanks :)
This is what my face looked liked when I realize the realm I'd stepped into. PISSED OFF!!

P.J's are a girls bestfriend

So, I'm a habitual pajama wearer. This is mostly because I stay at home, so I'm most comfortable in these clothes. If someone took a pic of me in this condition I'd put it up, but I'm the "picture taker" in my household so there you go. This problem has gotten so bad that the neighbors, whom we hang out with ritualistically every Friday have decided to start calling me "P.J.". Great, I'm known as the lady who perpetually wears pajamas. Don't get me wrong, I love to dress up, put on make-up and do that whole bit. Yet I figure, if I'm at home with the kiddies, why or whom should I dress up for? Like Alice is gonna care if Mama is wearing jeans and a tee? So, I say to all the ladies out there in the same predicament, just be who you are. Fuck all that jazz about being that picturesque Mom who wears cute little dresses and make up waiting at home with a roast for her husband! If I have to stay home and wipe butts and mend cuts, then dammit I'm gonna be half way comfortable, right? Right. To my neighbors who don't know me as the hot mom I righteously am, all I have to say is....at least i"m not wearing "Mom Jeans" Ha!




Check this vid for the whole run down, hilarious