The Jungle

This story is dedicated to Baby-Faith and Holli (thanks for your post)

My husband is convinced that the dog peeing and pooping in the front yard is what's killing it. So to be respectful (and after much deliberation), I decided to walk the dog in the back yard (aka, the jungle). So as we ventured into the great unknown... I began thinking, "I bet there are lots of spiders and creepy bugs hiding in here!"Then all of a sudden--- _F (etch, right?) I got stung or bit or something really painful...I shook my foot, screamed like hell, and ran back to the driveway as fast as possible. (needless to say, my dog shat herself right then and there, poor girl!)

And it just HAD to be one of those ugly spiders, you know the black one with tiny white lines all over it's body? Not that spiders are ever "attractive"...but this one was particularly ugly, and it left a nasty welt on my foot. That bastard. (And don't say that I should have been wearing shoes because I NEVER wear shoes...being barefoot is the only option.) I managed scream some explicitives and do the heebeejeebie dance (you know the kind, the "shake it off dance") .... and much like Holli, I hope my neighbors weren't listening to the sounds of someone being butchered in my backyard.

p.s. When my husband got home from work tonight, he spent an hour and a half mowing down that damn jungle...THAT'S LOVE!

4 Yr. Old Randomosity

So my daughter colored a picture for me this morning. (A bunch of squiggle lines, circles, and colors) I asked her to tell me about it.

She said "it's a casting machine unicorn, but it looks like a castle"

umm...yeah, I'm at a loss for words too...

A Day of Rest, A Day of Reflection, A Day of Nonstop Lovemaking...

Well two out of three isn't bad! I managed to skip church today, but in my defense, let me just say that I DID attend my four hour long presidency meeting! (Rather than being damned for skipping church, I consider myself "blessings owed" for that very reason!)

Let me explain.

The boy had nightmares last night, so I finally just crawled into bed with him...until 3 a.m when I couldn't take any more [barely-hanging-onto-the-bed-so-my-son-can-sleep-while-drooling-on-my-pillow] lack of rest. Hence, I didn't feel up to battling all three kids at church during their usual lunch and naptimes! (Accordingly, my husband didn't feel like sticking a thousand needles in HIS eyes either, so we opted for the "home schooling approach" to the sabbath.)

As you've probably already guessed, I woke up this morning feeling crappy. When my husband got home from his meeting, I told him point blank that I was going back to bed. And I think Mr. Barefoot might be having a good influence on him (see in other news) because I slept like a rock! And when I got up, the house was clean AND in one piece, my children were all HAPPY, and I was well-rested! What an amazing day!

Now, after my full night of planning, decision-making, and (at times) sheer boredom discussing the NEXT 6 MONTHS of YW, I'm exhausted!

...though I just might have time to cross off everything on my Sunday agenda...technically, there are still two hours left in my day!

I WANT to complain...I Really, REALLY want to...

I get so frustrated on Saturday mornings. We all have a different "priority list" of things to get done over the weekend, and it causes major upset in the LittleMiss household. I WANT to argue with my husband, I want to break out the boxing gloves...I think, maybe I should just write about it...get it out of my system, and move on with the "not really getting anything done on Saturday because we can't agree on a single thing" day. I WANT to complain!

Then guilt creeps into my conscience...(insert favorite swear word here)...I am totally blessed to have my husband. He's the only one who truly gets me, he's the greatest father (he initiated the tuck your kids in at midnight just to see how cute they are rule), he's provided us with a comfortable lifestyle, he'd rather be home with me than anywhere else in the world, and he's my best friend; I love him to pieces.

Dammit...and all I wanted to do was complain. What did I get? A sappy love story.

Damn him for being so good.

Blogging Is NOT A Hobby (?!)

So my husband has this concern...

he's worried that I'm spending too much time blogging. I told him, "it's my new hobby." His response? "Blogging is NOT A HOBBY!" Then what is it? "It's an addiction."

I'm okay with that.

btw, Lou sums up the traveling experience I had last week. I'm glad to know that I'm not the only person taking notes! More on my life's lessons to follow...

but for now, I have some more blogs to read!

The Pure Beauty of...TARGET

I don't know where to begin. Can I just tell you that I absolutely LOVE Target?! It's any girl's dream come true. Let me tell you why!

Where else can you buy retro belts, music, purses, storage containers for all of the munchkins' crap, bottled water, air fresheners, towels, shoes, batteries, picture frames, hotdogs and yogurt...all the while pulling your kids around in a buggy made for three munchkins, snacking on grilled cheese sandwiches, freshly baked pretzels, fountain Pepsi, and applesauce...?!

A trip to Target is like a trip to Disneyland...in my book.

My current list of favorite things: SUPER TARGET
the portrait studio, freshly baked Otis Spunkmeyer chocolate chip cookies, 1 hour film processing, the pharmacy, bathrooms large enough to fit an entire buggy of munchkins inside while my four year old has "an emergency", baby necessities, samples of french bread, and a Starbucks. What more could a girl ask for?!

See Spot. Save. I hear you...

(P.S. just don't ever wear a red shirt and khaki pants. That is... unless you want to get asked repeatedly where to find the tampons or a StarWars Water Blaster. )

Girls' Night With 'The Regulars'

Oh, yes, we did! We closed down the Hooter's! After enjoying our chicken sandwiches, cheese fries, loads of caffeine, and extra chocolate cake... we heard the Hooter's Girls clap and sing in annoyingly high pitched voices...something about "L-A-S-T-C-A-L-L, last call, last call!"

So you KNOW what we did. (Order another round of Pepsi!)

Man, I love this job.

Just a Test

Hey Sleeping Mommy! Thanks for the internet help! Maybe now I'll become savvy in posting pictures as well! (I'm a little slow, but I'm not easy or cheap! Remember that!!)

p.s. does the picture look distorted? I keep editing my post and playing around with it, now I can't even see straight! (Either that or the fact that it's nearly 2 a.m. and I'm beyond tired!!) Which is it?

I'm Not Alone!

I found a blogger who is living MY life in another state! Sleeping Mommy has become a new favorite of mine! (does that make me a Narcissist ?)

You Know You've Been Gone TOO LONG When...

We made it back from our eternal, never-ending warp vacation to Happy Valley. It was just the munchkins and myself, while my husband stayed behind to work, et.al. You know you have been gone too long when

* your dog is afraid of the "stranger" in the house
* your children (that usually wake up at the butt crack of dawn) sleep in until 10 A.M on your first day back
* there are fruitflies in the sink
* there are 22 messages on the phone because your husband "doesn't know how to check the voicemail" (though you wrote it out for him before you left)
* the pile of laundary in the livingroom is STILL in the livingroom, untouched, right where you left it
* your baby is STILL asleep at 11 A.M.
* you can't wait to jump online to catch up on Daily Dancer for the past three weeks
* going to bed is not just about sleep anymore (c'mon, moms, you know what I'm talking about here!)
* the list of "chores to do" you left for your husband to keep him occupied and busy, instead of "woe is me, feeling sorry for myself that I'm all alone, so I'll just sit here and read a book or channel surf until you get home"...is STILL on the counter, untouched, and filled with things that are STILL TO DO!
* you have to run the disposal for 10 minutes straight to get rid of all the shcrap your husband has thrown down there the past three weeks
* there's dog poo in the backyard that hasn't been cleaned up because after all, "It's not my husband's dog", it's mine
*realizing the title to your blog entry needs to be changed to "You know your husband has been without his wife for too long when..."