I love my husband.

in what universe is this worth $240?
I'd be better off buying a membership at a gym for a few months, and have all of their equipment at my disposal...

just me bitching. don't mind me.

Today I discovered something about myself.

I have the ability to nurse a 16 pound baby in one arm, carry a sleeping 35 pound toddler in the other, and pick up a pillow with my foot and put it on the couch ALL AT ONCE.

highly unimportant, but I just thought this was funny.

I asked Sam, like I do every morning, what he wanted to eat for breakfast. Usually he'll tell me, "eggies" or "cereal".
Well, this morning he decided to order the whole menu...
I asked, "Sam, what would you like to eat for breakfast" and he replied with "eggies" then a few seconds later he added on "cereal", "toast", "sammich", "banana", "milk" and "peanuts".
Breakfast of champions.

I usually don't like too many sappy love songs. A majority of the ones out there just make me want to barf. But I'm really liking this one a lot. I don't know why, but there's something about it that grabs me. I don't really like any othersongs by this artist. I guess it makes me think of Dave and our "secret world beneath the covers" (no sexual meaning there) that we go to every night and everything is perfect for a short time.

Just thought I'd share. If you haven't heard it you can hear the song on my Myspace for now, all songs on my profile are subject to change at any given moment.

Note: barfbag may be needed if you're not into that type of music. I'm usually not, but like I said...it makes me "feel"...
or something.

I just got done laughing my ass off.

You see, we've had this problem with Sam putting the dog food in the dog water. My mother spends extra money on the good kind of dog food, and she doesn't appreciate Sam wasting it. I've tried numerous forms of dicipline, but nothing works. He still thinks it's fun to piss us off.

Once again, the boy wonder decided to mix the food with the water. I told my mother what he did, and so She then took a spoon out of the drawer, then put the bowl and spoon on the table in front of Sam. She told him that it was his dinner, and he HAD to eat it.







That was quite possibly the funniest thing I've ever seen. Sammy said he was sorry, and oif course, we didn't make him eat it. We sure scared the crap out of him though.
God I love parenting.

David and I have had this agreement since our relationship began. The agreement is, that if either of us were to somehow (by the GRACE of God) meet anyone on our "Top 5 Celebrities We'd Give It To" list, that it'd be perfectly exceptable for us to "Give It To" them.

Now over the years, my top 5 list has changed a little. For instance, I knocked off Layne Staley, because I do not have sex with dead people. That's just wrong. Plus he was pretty gross to begin with. Great musician, but greasy dirt ball.

Then there was Johnny Depp, but then I realized that although he is SMOKIN hot, he's also not built for a woman of my stature. Johnny Depp would snap in half, and then I'd make millions of little girls cry. "Oops, sorry I broke your back, Johnny baby".

I can't even remember half of the other guys who have been X'ed off of my list. I'm the type of girl who changes crushes as often as her underwear. I'd watch some movie, with the hottie of the moment as the leading man. He'd make my mouth water and my ears tingle for 3.5 seconds, and than that was it.

Now I've updated my Top 5 list, according to my new taste for men, and I want to share this with you all, in case you hear any of them are on the market, and just happen to be traveling to Pennsylvania.


1. Brad Pitt

2. Triple H

3. Dominic Purcell

4. Glenn Danzig

5. Bruce Willis

That is all.

No matter how much I drink, there just isn't enough coffee in the world to make me move in the mornings...

I'm thinking about getting a job, and leaving David home with the kids...I don't know yet...just a thought. I need to get out of this house for more than a half hour walk around the neighborhood every day. Good jobs are hard to find though...

Uh oh...only a minute to post today, I hear Nick grunting in his swing, and Sam's on the windowsill...

Like the old saying goes, "Why can't we all just get along?"

REALLY...Why is it so important to some people to constantly harass others? Why does everyone have to talk shit on everyone else? I get so tired of it. I'm sick of hearing about everyone's business.

I'm tired of fingers being pointed at this person or that person. Everybody needs to stop and look at themselves. Myself included. I'm just as guilty for keeping conversations going as long as I did. I'm done with it. If someone has a problem with ME, come to me. If you have a problem with Tom or Ted or Billy Joe, go tell them about it.

I just spit on my thumb and wiped a smudge off of Sam's face.

I'm officially my mother...

A few nights ago I had this dream that I had another baby three months from now. I had gotten pregnant three months into my pregnancy with Nicholas, and the babies just had individual amniotic sacs. Apparently, this can ACTUALLY happen. I've been searching all over the internet for information about this (just out of curiosity...) but I'm not having much luck. Lots of info on multiple pregnancies, but not anything about separate gestations.

Anybody who has heard of this, or knows where I can find out more, please let me know. I know I don't really have another kid in there, but it's just funny that I had this dream. I also had a similar dream when I was pregnant with Sam, and I've had dreams about having twins on several different occasions as well.

Strange...