Working again................

I'm not sure what happened or where things went wrong but, they have. I have just started working for 2 companies. One is an internet book company and the other is the doctors office I have worked for my entire working life (13 years before I had Kenny). I am loving it and feel like I am on top of the world..........that's where the issue lies.

I feel like a contributing part of the family again. I feel like I am accomplishing so much now that I am earning a paycheck again. I'm not sure where things have gone wrong in this world but, I think it is crummy that I didn't feel like I was contributing enough by staying home and taking care of our youngest child. Family is, under God, the most important thing there is and here I am feeling like a failure because I am not getting a paycheck to do so.

I think it sucks that our worth is measured by our paychecks as opposed to OUR TRUE VALUE! I love my kids and husband and try and be a good person but, that isn't enough!

There, now ya know.

Lady in the Window.......................

OK.........so the BFF has challenged everyone to tell a ghost story. Mine isn't all that scary but, it is weird.

When I was about 9 or 10 we lived in a house in Thornton. I didn't like that house cause it always gave me a "not so good" feeling. I have always had crazy feelings about certain places. Some places I can't go because the feelings are so strong they make your tummy turn and the hair on your arms stand-up...........so anyways, we lived in this house and it was creepy.

One day I was riding my bike outside up and down the street. There was no one home except me cause it was right after school. (Back in those days it was much safer for kids to be home by themselves or at least the dangers weren't publicly talked about so much.) As I was riding back up our hill I looked over at my bedroom window and saw an old lady standing in my window peeking out from behind the curtain watching me ride my bike. I had never seen her before and this was the only time that I would ever see her. I told my mom and she said she must have just been watching over me to make sure I didn't get hurt riding my bike in the street.

I don't tell many people that story cause they usually don't believe me but, since BFF said we had to share stories I figured it was time to bring out of the closet. Like I said, it's not that scary but, it was enough that I haven't forgotten it in 22 years.

She finally says something else...........

It's a miracle, she finally says something other than DADDY! We are watching the Olympics and the cutest commercial ever just came on. It's the one with the Clydesdale and the Dalmatian training for the Olympics. Well, my little Kenny just said "horse". Of all things she could say, she says horse. Not mommy, horse. Oh well, it's pretty cool that she is expanding her vocabulary.

She now also says...........eyes, ears, and mouth while she points to them. She is getting pretty good at the talking thing, she is now trying to copy everything everyone says.

PS..........................one final thought. I have officially stopped being jealous of my BFF's little boy Spanky. He is now running and hiding and taking off his diaper when he is poopy. He has decided that he is going to potty train with or with out his mommy. No longer am I jealous of Spanky being ahead of Kenny!!!! LOL...................much love to my BFF though, she is strong and has three other boys so this won't break her. Hats off Chicken.

Look at the horses son.................

Once upon a time, long long ago...........there was a single girl who had a baby boy. This baby boy was everything in the world to this girl and she would do anything for his happiness. There were many days that his smile was all that she had.

One day the girl and her son were coming home from McDonalds where she just picked up a happy meal for her young prince charming. They were driving on a side street, where oddly enough there were no others cars around. As the young girl, only 20 years in age, drove her little man, 4 years in age, home she saw a horse drawn carriage coming towards them. Since there was no other cars anywhere to be seen, the mommy slowed the car way down and let the little boy crawl over her lap to see the horses. The little boy loved animals and she knew that seeing the horses would only make him smile ear to ear which would add much joy to her day. As the carriage came closer the mommy could see 4 very beautifully dressed people. There was a man, a woman, and two little girls. The man was dressed in a black tux, the woman in a pretty white dress, and the two little ladies were dressed in white flowers girls dresses. The little boy looked out the window and pointed at the horses as they walked by. As the mom looked on with her little prince charming on her lap, her smile turned to a look of amazement. As the carriage was going by, the mom realized that the man and woman had just been married and although most people would be happy for them the mom couldn't help but feel sick inside.

What I didn't mention at the beginning of the story is that, this mommy was a single teenage mommy who had brought this little boy into the world without a daddy to be around for him. She was only 15 1/2 when she became pregnant and she knew right away that the baby God blessed her with was going to be special in many ways. The father was to go away into the wild world (where ever that was) and didn't wish to be around as he feared he would do more damage then good if he stayed around for this baby.

Her baby was now 4 and staring out the window as happy as any mommy could ever want her boy to be.............the mommy, on the other hand, just saw the other half of what created this beautiful little boy standing over her lap happy as ever and not knowing anything could ever be wrong. As she starred with eyes wide-open, the man made eye contact and waved hello.

I don't know what made me think of this story today. I guess it was watching my son watch the Olympics. He has been following them very closely, we all have been, and wants to get a gold medal himself one day. All I can think as I see the other mothers crying from joy is, "how the hell do you walk away from that chance to share that kind of joy with your child".

I haven't thought about it much since it happened but, once in a while I do and today I thought I would share it with you.

Baby Talk..........

Have you ever noticed that there is almost always a "friendly" competition/comparison between friends with how advanced their kids are?! Well, my BFF and I have babies that are 5 weeks apart (same number of weeks apart during our pregnancies...cute huh!). I have a little girl named Kenny (nick-name) and she has a little boy named Spanky (also a nick-name). I use nick-names to protect them from embarrassment when they get older. Anyways, we don't see each other too often cause she picked up her kids and moved as far away from me as she could get, or at least as far as her husband would take her. LOL, they moved away to be close to family but, I have to tease her to show her I love her.........so, since we don't see each other too much I read her blogs to make myself feel better. Today she blogged about how Spanky calls her "bob", cause he doesn't say "mom" yet. Well, I laugh that she wants to be called mom and not bob cause Kenny won't call me anything. When I tell her to say "mom" she shakes her head no and calls me "DADDY". I just want her to say something to set me apart from daddy and I can't get that to save my soul. I would be more than happy if she call me "BOB". While Kenny, who is 1 1/2 years old and doesn't talk very much yet, says the normal DADDY, DOGGIE, DOWN, DAT..........(do you see a trend here)?...................... Spanky is already singing his ABC's, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and has a vocabulary of a million words. It really makes a mommy stop and wonder when her little one will start to catch up. My BFF says it's cause she is 5 weeks behind but, I know she is just trying to make me feel better. I would just like her to feel better knowing that at least her baby calls her something.

First Unofficial Haircut.......

My little girl Kenny is 1 1/2 years old and doesn't have too much hair yet. She has really fine hair just like her mommy and big brother who didn't even get enough hair to have a haircut until he was 5.

I took her this last weekend to LolliLocks and thought I would just see how much they wanted to cut her hair........holy cow, $15.99 for her first cut! I thought that was a little much, that's more than the big kids pay for thier haircuts and they have plenty of hair to be cut. (Yes I am that cheap) She doesn't really have all that much hair to cut, so I decided we would just do a bang trim/over the ear cut instead ($5.99). We put her up in the chair and she started to cry before the lady even started. It was too cute.......it was like she knew what was coming! I told the lady what I wanted and she looked at me like I was stupid. She says "you don't really want to do an over the ear trim, do you?"......."yes, I do" I said. She says "ok, if you don't mind her having a mullet, I will cut it that way!"...........oh, yeah.................I didn't even think about the mullet thing. I still live in the 80's but she doesn't have to.

"Never mind, go ahead and do the bang trim and we'll call it good.......he-he!

The lady cut off about enough to land on her nose and make her more mad cause she couldn't get it off. She cried the entire time..............it was really funny and sad at the same time. Since there wasn't much to cut, I have decided it was her First Unofficial Haircut, there wasn't anything to collect and save for her scrapbook.............I think it all blew away when she was crying.

When her bang trim was done, she got down and found her way to the fun animal chairs and smiled from ear to ear. I couldn't help but put her up on the purple and yellow hippo to make her happy for a minute before we had to go. She loved it, she sat on that thing for about 5 minutes and then cried when I had to take her down.

Other Peoples Kids...............

I used to LOVE kids.....all kids...my kids, my friends' kids and every ones kids. NOT anymore. I have decided that people are seriously slacking on their parenting duties. I took the baby to the park the other day to play in the water. It's a really cool park with all these tubes that spray water everywhere, she loves it. She was doing great running everywhere and in 'n' out of the water and was having a great time. Unfortunately, there are a bunch of older kids there having a great time too, running all over the place crazy. All was good until a boy about 13 came walking up behind Kenny, he was kicking his legs and splashing all over the place. This isn't what bothered me, what got me was he came right up behind Kenny, looked right at her and kept on kicking and splashing. He almost kicked her in the butt, which would have knocked her over and then I would have had to kick his butt and knock him down - over and over again. I couldn't believe that he didn't even care he was going to kick her. I grabbed her out of the way and told him to look where he was going for heaven sakes and to look out for the babies that were running all over the place. He looked at me like I was crazy.

So, now I have decided that parents out there just need to spend more time being parents and take care of their kids. Kids these days just don't have the respect or awareness for things around them......I can't stand other peoples kids now!!!! (don't worry, I do still love my kids - all 3 - and my bff's kids - all 4 boys - and anyone else who has well behaved kids)

Kids These Days..................

These are pictures of Kenny's toys in the living room. The little kitchen I found on Craigslist, the table used to be at my Grandma's house from when my sister and I were kids and I found it out in my moms shed, and the other stuff is just normal toys every little girl should have.

This is a picture of what little Kenny likes to play with.................out of all the toys she has she picks the extra keyboard and mouse from the old computer.

Now, I'm not sure if anyone else would agree with me or not but, I think there is something wrong with these pictures. I know that she is growing up in a world full of technological toys but, this is pushing it....she should be playing with dolls and her kitchen. We just got the two teenagers cell phones in January and I am seriously thinking I will be buying her her first phone by the time she is 5.

It's Moo's Real Life Fest............

So, noone ever said I was very timely . Things are crazy here in this place and I haven't had time to do this yet. I am picking 11:03 pm to sit down and do this, better late than never, right?!

The baby is in bed, the son is watching t.v., the husband is in the shower and the older daughter is in her room texting. I think everyone is accounted for and there should be no interuptions. LOL!!.......like that's going to happen.

Today's objective was to do pictures of "Where The Magic Happens". I'm not sure what magic happens here cause as you can tell I NEED magic here to help clean up.......

Yes, we really have a dear head in our room. My husband, the hunter, thinks it is necessary to display dead things where he can enjoy them. This mount is hanging on the wall on his side of the bed. Not that it helps being on his side cause it is still creepy to see in the middle of the night and as my husband is tall, he hits his head on it once in a while. The only cool thing is that daddy and his little girl bond using this head. Remember, she loves animals.

This is our dresser..............it is supposed to hold/hide clothes when they are clean. All of these clothes are clean, it's just our lazy maid (me) hasn't been around for over a week and things are really starting to fall apart. I swear if that girl doesn't come soon, my husband might have to find his own clothes......lol!

This is our other dresser/t.v. stand.......I have a really bad habit of needing to watch t.v. to fall asleep at night, drives my husband crazy. Yes, that is a mounted fish down below the t.v.........I told you my husband has this thing. Actually, this is the very first fish his Grandma ever caught. Her husband was really proud of her and had it mounted as a joke. It was given to my husband when she passed away and it he didn't want it to get ruined in storage, so here is sits.

This is my husbands gun cabinet. And yes, yet another dead thing mounted sits on top.....ya know I would have to say I really do love my husband. Not many women could sleep in a bed surrounded by dead animals. The bird up top is a pheasant and it is really pretty up close. It's not even all the creepy (or at least not as creepy as the head on the wall).

I saved the best for last....................I told you the little one was asleep. And she's in her bed. The baby sleeps in our room with us and most of the time in BED with us. I just stopped nursing about 5 weeks ago and I can't tell who is having more issues...me or her. I keep telling my husband, one thing at a time. Just a little secret though, I don't mind her being in bed with us, they grow so fast and before ya know it they are teenagers who don't even want to walk next to you in the store.......so sleep on little one, mommy will always keep a spot warm for you next to her.

Well, there you have it. Yes it is a mess and yes it is full of dead creepy animals but, it actually works for us. One of these days I'll get that maid back here and have her tidy up a bit.......until next time.

It's Moo's Real Life Fest............

My BFF found this cool new thing she wants to try and suggested I try too. It looks and sounds really cool, so why not. We are being instructed to take 5 pictures without prepping, primping or staging. Here is what I came up with.................................

The first picture is Curb Side Appeal......this is the view of our home from the curb. It's not a 5,000 sqf house, it doesn't have 6 bedrooms/bathrooms or even a pool in the backyard. But what it does have is a roof, heater, running water and most importantly a family that appreciates living in it.

This is my junk drawer........it is really a mess. It's embarrassing to show this to the world but, here it is in all its glory. When something is missing-it's hiding here, when something doesn't have a home-it's stashed here, and when something is an odd or an end-it's in here.

This is my BLOGGING SPACE.....he-he. This is my desk. As you can tell by the picture it is used for more than a desk. It's the mail room, a hat stand, book shelf and sometimes lucky enough to hold dishes for the teenagers that don't want to get up and put them in the kitchen. My poor desk.

Next is my favorite piece of jewelry. I actually have three. One is my wedding ring, which is sitting in the jewelry box cause my finger is still fat to put it on from having a baby 17 months ago. The other is two bands that I had made a couple years ago to remind me of my sister. When my sister and I worked together she made me a photo album and on the last page it said "Sisters By Chance, Friends By Choice". For Christmas that year I had a band engraved with "Sisters By Chance" and gave it to her. For her birthday a couple months later I did another band engraved with "Friends By Choice". This was my way of showing her how cool I thought it was that she did that for me. I wanted her to know that I will never forget it. (Then I went and had them made for me as well so we could match!)

And here it is, the last one thing I was supposed to photograph, my best feature. Yep, you guessed it - MY EYES -........I guess that's really two though isn't it?! I had a hard time with this one cause I am not all that fond of my features and I wasn't sure what I could take a picture of and still have people return to this blog later.....he-he....just kidding. I whited out the rest of my face cause I couldn't get a good shot up close and I looked really silly.

Well, there you have it. I hope you enjoyed and will check back next week to see what fun things are going on, or any other time for that matter. Until we meet again..................

Another broken bone and a bone to pick.......

Ok, today I have 2 problems. One funny and one not so funny......here goes.

1. Another broken bone........I picked my son up from football camp today (the same camp that I had to sign the waiver for) and the first thing he says is "I have bad news". Being the over protective mommy that I am and knowing my son, I immediately know something is wrong. He gets in the truck and says "I think my pinky is broken". Uh-Oh.......I call the doctor and ask if we can go get an x-ray without being seen and they say "No, you must come see the doctor first" (only cause they need that extra few dollars from my insurance company). We go to the doctor, he spends 5 minutes with us and says please go get an x-ray. Now I am irritated....I did not go to medical school but, I am a mom and after so many years of being a mom I think they should make you an honorary doctor cause I knew that was coming. Why couldn't we just skip the whole $$$ co-pay and wasting an hour of my time. Don't doctors know that they should listen to the mom, she is ALWAYS right! So the pinky is broke, we have to see an orthopedic doctor on Friday and I am swearing off football...........this is the second time he has broken something playing football. Last season it was his wrist during the second game.......holy cow......and he drinks a gallon of milk a day!

2. A bone to pick...................don't men know not to wear socks with sandals. It is one heck of a major no-no. Just a hint, and call me crazy but, if it is warm enough for a short sleeved shirt,shorts and sandals......YOU DON'T NEED THE SOCKS! There is no need for you to worry about your feet getting cold when it is 90 degrees outside. And yes I know they do it cause they don't want thier feet to get cold cause everyone knows it's not to look good!

Rockies win 7-2

My Grandpa, whose company has season tickets to the Rockies games invited the whole family to join him for the Rockies game last Saturday against the New York Mets. My hubby and I have taken the two older ones to Rockies games for years but, we have never gone in style like this before. The season tickets that Grandpa has are for the 3rd level suites. Just let me tell you how sitting in the suite makes a person feel like royalty. They bring you food, drinks, sweets and beer. I know Grandpas' company pays for it but, let me tell you how nice it is to have someone bring all this to you so that you don't have to stand in long lines and miss the game.

The whole family was there and it was a great time. This was Kennys first game and although she is too little to care they did win. In the 6th inning there were 2 home runs hit back to back and 6 of the 7 points were scored in that inning as well. My hubby got to drink plenty of beer and hang with our older son and daughter, which I think they all enjoyed. Kenny got her first fat lip after falling into one of the chairs on the outer deck. I think this was the first bleeding injury that she's had. Kenny hadn't slept all day and when we were leaving she almost fell asleep on her dads head while riding on his shoulders.

All -in- all it was a wonderful day! And after Grandpa spoiled everyone like that, we have all decided we can't "just" go to a Rockies game. It just wouldn't be the same.

Sorry daddy, I joined PETA!!

This is Kenny, she is my baby. She is a huge animal lover. She is the only little one I have ever known that says "hi" to doggies as they walk by rather than the people walking the doggies. She is probably going to grow up and be one heck of a PETA member someday. There's only two problems with that though, her daddy and her big brother. Both of the men in her life are bow hunters and are always saying PETA stands for (People Eating Tasty Animals).

Well, we went to the zoo on Friday with friends from California and Kenny had the greatest time. She couldn't get over to see the animals fast enough. She ran to every animal, waved "hello" and even had a conversation with a couple of them. I think she is planning thier escape! It was the cutest thing you ever did see, until we had to leave and go to the next animal. She cried everytime! And believe it or not, she cried the most when we left the fish. (Darn, that Nemo and Dori).

So now this whole zoo thing has left me with one question, how do I explain to her that "daddy doesn't go hunting for pets"?!

What do you mean I can't hold you accountable.....

So my son is a football freak and is going to this football camp with the school this summer. He loves football, that's all this kid talks about. He is planning to go pro one day and is willing to do whatever he needs to get there. I don't mind that my child has a goal and is focused on making it come true...........what I have a problem with is that I had to sign a release stating...."they" are not responsible for any bodily damage or "death" that may occur. This paper even states that if another child is acting recklessly and injures my child that I may not hold anyone accountable for what happens to him. Where in the @$!# do they get off telling me that I can't hold anyone responsible for injuries that occur to my child if another child is acting like a dumb @$!#.........I don't have a problem with my child getting injured during "normal" plays and drills but, if your retarded kid injures mine cause he is jacking around, we ARE going to fight!!!!

Just another pleasure of being a mom in a world where many parents don't want to be held accountable for what their kids are doing!

Lesson learned...........................

Ok, here goes.....this is my first time blogging. My BFF set me up yesterday and I'm not sure what to write about first. I am a stay-at-home mom of 3 (two 15 year olds and a 17 month old baby). We have what's called the "his, hers, and ours" family. I am happily married and just need somewhere to tell my stories and have people laugh and let me know they go through the same things. My BFF blogs and I love her stories, so I hope to be able to write mine even half as good as hers. So here is the first of many to come.

........ I spent the day with my BFF yesterday. We did the normal things that all BFF's do when together....sun, babes, and hair color. Our little ones Kenny(17 months) and Spanky(19 months) - who are also BFF's even though they don' know it yet - played pool side in the backyard while us older ladies spent the day coloring and highlighting my hair. I am one of those girls who can't wait to have someone who's trained do my hair, so I always end up at my friends house to have her do it. First we did a dark color all over and then we highlighted. Now, anyone who has highlighted before knows that pulling through a cap SUCKS!! Not only did we pull my long hair through a cap but, we did it outside in 80 degree weather while watching babes play in the pool. It wasn't until my BFF noticed my hair was wet that she figured we should go inside. I was sweating under the cap, not perspiring, but full on sweating and every strand she was pulling was wet. Anyone who has ever colored/highlighted hair knows that your hair has to be dry (and dirty) to obtain best results,so the whole sitting in the sun and "highlighting" wasn't going to work. So unfortunatley, we moved inside and finished playing beauty school where it was nice and cool. My BFF had a great idea for my hair when we started and it would have worked really well, if my hair had played by the rules. After applying the highlighting mixture we were going to let the first coat sit for a little while and then do again. In theory this would cause two different highlighting effects. HA-HA, like I said, my friend had a great IDEA. Long story short, my hair came out really really blonde, I didn't like it much (not the BFF's fault at all, she pretends to be a hairdresser really well), and I baught another color to do again this morning......he-he.

Lessons learned.............

• never wear cap in 80 degree weather......and
• WAIT until you can afford to have someone trained do your hair!!