ok, so on December 26th, I planned on posting my “I’ve been blogging for one year today!!!” post, but life in Oklahoma got in the way (in a good way) and, well, you know, I missed my 1 year boat. Poop.

So, today, 4 days late, I’d like to shout from the rooftops, or from my cozy couch, “I’ve been doing this thang for 1 year baby!!” Now, I would like to thank the little people, the ones that now have allowed me to quit my day job (if I had one), fully support my family with advertising (cause this blogher thing can make a girl rich I say!), and now I have decided to take over the world with this new found fame. Oh, wait, I am getting ahead of myself. Must save the above text for next years “I’ve been blogging for two years and have taken over the world” post. Yes, that sounds about right…..

Lots more to share, but I have to go take a bath. Flying all afternoon adds that extra layer to the bod. Must go remove pronto.

toodles.

e

So, we are waking up in 7 hours to get on a plane and heading out East. Well, East as in Oklahoma. Via Phoenix. On Southwest. Heading to Tulsa, to be exact. Waking at 3:30am for a 6:30am flight. WHAAH!

At least the 3 tickets were $30 total. Otherwise, I would be snoozin at that insane hour. Happily.

It’s a new year with new traditions, folks. Since the passing of my grandmother and her sidekick, Jerry, (boyfriend of 20 years) this past year, we have moved locations of our holiday get-together and added a few new traditions (and kiddos) to start our new journey.

There will be 5 little boys aged 3 and under attending our Christmas morning. All cousins. All wearing the same cute-ass holiday pj’s with feet. I can only imagine the cuteness that will come from this. And the next time we get together, for Thanksgiving, there will be 2 more little ones among us. What a bunch it will be! 7, under the age of 3 1/2. Whoa Nelly!

So, I am off to act tired and fall asleep or something. I’ll be checking in from the Dust Bowl, so until then, I hope your holiday is safe, warm and filled with oodles of family and friends. :X

e

p.s. Hit the 6 month marker yesterday. awe yeah…… Wait, I have technically 4 more to go? Crap.

By today, we would have had our baby.

What should of been a wonderful day in our lives is just another date on the calendar.

Luckily, as I am writing this, I am being kicked in the lower regions by our newest member of our family, our second son. He hasn’t made his grand appearance yet. We expect him sometime in April. He has a wee bit to go until he is ready to come out to play.

Because of this, because of him, today, I am grateful.

e

This past weekend was spent actually enjoying the holiday season.

It was nice. I needed it. More than I even knew.

Previous to this weekend, my time was spent getting everything under the sun completed for the upcoming holiday. You see, we are traveling to Oklahoma this year for our big day. So, that meant getting every gift purchased, wrapped, mailed in a timely fashion to avoid any major down-payments for shipping. Oklahoma was not my only destination for gifts. Another grouping of gifts made their way to Oregon, where my bro and sister-in-law live. One smaller package is currently making it’s way to Arkansas, where my dad is currently living. By using my own boxes and packaging (thank you amazon, red envelope for keeping my closet company over this past year) I only spent $50 total for all my gifts to arrive by Thursday. I’d call that a sweet ass success.

Now, Christmas cards are still in the works, but I have half of them done and mailed. The other 25 are supposed to arrive sometime this week. Nothing is worse than tracking your purchase via the delivery website. “Dude, you are so close to my house, no need to stop at the “Arrival Scanned Place”, just toss it on my doorstep. Please???” ooooooo, wait! Just took another glance and they are Out For Delivery TODAY! 2 days ahead of schedule. Sawheet.

(Total side note, but Rt just asked while watching Mickey Mouse Club House “I want Snow”. What in the hell does that mean? How would I appease him in this manner? Ah well, moment has passed. He’s moved on or completely forgot his request.)

Ok, so being a superwoman, supermom, almost 6 months pregnant chick did take it’s toll. It came to my attention on Friday night, say around 6 p.m. Hubs usually takes Rt to the gym while I either, a) go with them b) decide to stay home and take a bath or c) go get a pedicure while they are away. I had my choice again Friday night, but it wasn’t “meant to be” when hubs said there was a work matter he had to attend to and he couldn’t go to the gym, nor help get Rt ready for bed that evening.

And this is where, I lost it. All of it.

It always happens this way. Taking care of a child all week, including two of the days all by myself while hubs was out of town, GETS TO ME. And now add another babe on the way and it’s total melt down.

I was able to hold somewhat composure while making dinner. Luckily, hubs was able to appear and give Rt a bath and put him to bed. We did have decent conversations over dinner while I hid my inner destruction and cordially made my way through the first 3o minutes of “It’s a Wonderful Life”.

Then, hubs finally asked the right question “what is your deal?” (smooth move hubs, smooth) And when I say right, I mean, the comment that let it all come out.

Trying to pick up the slack and basically run and oversee Christmas and everything that comes with it while hubs works is no picnic. Of course, it comes with the job, but I just don’t have the strength these days. I push myself too far and by the end of the day, I am toast, let alone hormonally challenged. Soooo, not a good combo for me, OR for hubs. Poor guy has forgotten who he is dealing with…..

So, with a good talking to, many tears and a couple big hugs I made it through my most recent breakdown/breakthrough. Luckily, all of my hard work is mostly complete, so now I can get back to enjoying the joyous holiday season that I have grown to love and cherish even more so through the eyes of my little guy.

Anyone good at licking envelopes?

e

Waiting for Santa patiently, with high spirits and good demeanor.

Getting pep talk from daddy regarding Santa.

(Don’t they just look alike from the back? Wavy hair, here we come!)

And now the tides have turned. The wait was just too long. We now can call him super spazoid. Welcome, this is where the crazy people live.

Luckily, we got a rather cute photo out of the deal, but still, it took a lot of effort. Hope to get the “$24 packaged deal”(ripoff) photo scanned and posted soon. Will add the ones from the previous two years as well. Rt and Santa have changed so much….(including Santa’s hair color (do we really think yellow is the new Santa platinum?) and size of package. And no, I am not kidding.)

e

While I had my back turned in the kitchen, hubs walks into the room.

“You’ve got a wedgie.”

“Are you checking out my ass?”

“I always do.”

“Well, at least somebody is, I haven’t looked back there in months.”

e

Rt decided to sleep the day away while sitting in a stinky pile of poop. It’s be over three hours since I have seen the boy awake. Clearly, the poop did not interrupt his quest for some shut eye. Although, his positioning could show his attempt to not put any weight on his diaper and sleep in a sideways back bend.

What did I do with all my free time this lovely, cool winter afternoon? Finally completed and compiled two sets of different Holiday Cards from two separate greeting card companies. Don’t ask me, I’m mental.

My time was used as follows:

Saved Work, Reviewed Work, Repeated Process, Asked Friend to ok Repeatedly Reviewed Proofs, Purchased Cards, Then Exhaled Deeply.

Man, that was a bitch.

‘Tis the Season!

e

Sometime in the night, my child, my wee little one, was yelling this over and over again.

“i want a cracker, too.”

I know it was sometime after 2:30a.m. cause that is when I woke and had to use the potty. And I know it was sometime before 7:00a.m. cause that is when Rt woke for the day. Hubs got up to check on him while he was screaming his request, so the timing of the incident was a tad blurred to me.

I asked hubs when he got back to bed, “Did he just say ‘I want a cracker, too’? Hubs said yes, he must have been dreaming and rolled over.

Who knows what the little pup was dreaming about, but if it has anything to do with how he has been the last few days, it all makes sense. Rt and I have had a few days off from any morning activities and made our way out of the house an hour or two before lunch to run some errands. The first day I didn’t have anything for Rt to snack on and paid the major price. If I didn’t hear “I want a cereal bar” 5000 times, it was close. No matter how much explaining of not having any, mommy didn’t bring any, we’ll get some crackers at Jamba Juice when we leave the store, nothing made a lick of difference. AGGHHH!! Does anyone know how annoying it is to be trying on MATERNITY PANTS in an Old Navy dressing room, getting totally discouraged cause all of them are too bulky/don’t fit right/uglier than hell, then add “I WANT A CEREAL BAR” over and over and over again? The beads of sweat began to form.

After finding one pair of cute black pants (that I don’t need as much as casual jeans/khakis) I left the store with fumes coming out of my nose and ears. Luckily, the Orange Dream Machine at Jamba Juice was just across the parking lot with a lovely selection of cheddar ducks for Rt.

Once I slurped down half of my size sixteen, I felt a little better. And so did Rt, ducks and all.

This is the last email in my inbox this evening. I never open “ones like these” cause I know what they are. I know where they are going, but my intrigue was too much .

“I am William Simon. I found your email while searching on the
internet, and I decided to tell you about my situation. I am dying of
cancer and i need your help in distributing my funds of Eighteen
million dollars ($18million) to charities. Please get back to me on my
private email below if you will help me.

God bless you,

William Simon.”

This is so wrong, I’m actually dumbfounding emails like this actually work. Poor, poor saps that fall for this stuff. Hey, this guy isn’t from a land far, far away either, or at least it doesn’t seem to be the case. Ah well, a little bit of humor and shaking of the head for a Monday night. Now, off to watch some football.

e