This May Bore You...

For those who are not country music fans, come back for a new post tomorrow.

But for those who are--CARRIE UNDERWOOD is my Cinderella story. I just love her as much as my daughter loves that favorite princess of hers. Perhaps it's because I'm from a small town in Oklahoma just like Ms. Underwood, perhaps it's because she became my favorite contestant on Season 4 of American Idol for that very reason--or perhaps it's just because she has amazing talent and has come so far in such a short amount of time.

Female Vocalist of the Year!
Winner of the Horizon Award!

I am so proud to say my little munchkins know the words to her song, Before He Cheats. (sorry hubby, I know how incredibly disappointed you are!) We listened to her CD MANY times during the course of our summer travels, and my kids get so excited when they hear her music on the radio!

Congrats, Carrie!! I just love you! You're simply A.M.A.Z.I.N.G.

*disclaimer: I haven't always been a faithful country music fan, and some of the bands I still can't swallow. however, those who were up for awards last night...I can't help it. I totally dig their music!

The Beginning or The End?

The past few days, I've had a headache slowly creeping its way into my head. By Saturday, it was turning into a full blown migraine. When I finally got home from running my errands, I could no longer keep my eyes open, everything was blurry, the back of my head was burning, and I was becoming nauseous.

Anyone remember the Great Migraine of 2006? Anyone? Anyone? (click here to refresh your memory). Given my previous experience, I began to panic. I tried to remain calm, but the anxiety of having the family curse fall upon me really freaked me out. My parents are amazing. They have suffered from migraines for as long as I can remember. The difference between us (correct grammar? oh well) is that I cannot handle it. They continued to work, take care of kids, and ultimately carry out the functions of daily living. I am not one of those people. I C.A.N.N.O.T do it.

After much prayer, my husband finally put me to bed with some Valium (which I then threw up 30 minutes later), and he came back with an Ambien. Before long, I was asleep and fighting off the migraine with sweet dreams.

My husband is the greatest. He took such great care of me. And today? I just have a dull hangover. He made me stay in bed most of the day, and I'm SO HAPPY to say I've dodged the bullet this time. No seriously. DODGED.THE.BULLET.

GUESS WHO CAME HOME?!!

Not bad after a 26 hour trip home from Australia, eh?! Isn't she simply amazing?!!

That's right. My MAMA has made it back to the States. I can't wait to see her next month! Whoo hoo! I've missed that woman SO MUCH.

p.s. Thanks Just Me for going to the airport in my place. YOU ROCK.

I can now entertain myself for hours on end!!

(thanks postsecret!)


Once in a while you just gotta pop some bubbles!!

POP.POP.POP.

Say What?

In honor of my PMS, I share the following with you:




Under warnings you will find the following statements:

1."can increase the risk of prostate cancer or difficulty in urination due to enlargement of the prostate gland..."

2."may cause excitability in children..."

3."do not give to children under the age of 3 years..."


*take away from this what you will. but as I understand it, I should be careful when handing out my menstrual pain relief pills to my husband or my son.

Good To Know #362

If you dink around with your links and try to put the NaBloPoMo pic on your sidebar, you will end up with a blog like MINE.

nothing is arranged the way I want it, the fonts are funky, my letters are huge, the colors are off, and I still don't have the NaBloPoMo button on my sidebar!!

The really bad thing?? I don't even know how the hell it happened.

MoFoBloNa!

Or whateverthehellyouwannacallit! I woke up with cramps radiating down my legs. DOWN MY LEGS! No wonder I have been an uncontrollable bitch lately. My uterus was about to fall out!!

And if we're "done having kids", then why the hell must I be cursed with such excrutiating pain and mood swings every month until I'm 60? WHY?

So this post just seems so appropriate for the beginning of NaBloPoMo



add to that Mother-----oh, no wait,

I've decided to stop swearing.
Nevermind.

Halloween Stinks?

Does Halloween candy give anyone else gas,
or is it just me?

No? No one else? Hmmm.

good moms have bad days

good moms, bad days and other stories

Yesterday was a bad day. We were running late for school, my Kindergartner was fighting me the whole way, the three year old was screaming at me, and the two year old refused to get dressed. I was frantic. I finally got to school and my oldest smashed her two fingers in the seat belt and said, "owe shit!".

Great. Now I have a little girl that swears.

I took the others to a doctor's appointment that was full of tears and fighting, got lost on the way home, missed nap time, got the 5 year old home from school...only to find a note from the principal that she had 3 absences and 5 tardies.

I received this LECTURE of a paper about how this affects my child's education and continuing on this path will ultimately lead to a life of crime. (no, I'm NOT kidding.) To top it off, I'm supposed to sign and date this paper and return it to the principal. It's manipulative and I'm impulsive. Mix that with my short temper...and things are likely to get ugly. So what do I do? If I talk to the school, I will probably make a fool of myself because I am so angry and frustrated. If I sign the paper, I'm only giving in to their little system that I'm hating right now. If I don't sign the paper, I've heard rumors that eventually they'll send a social worker out to the house. That's ALL I NEED!

Can you imagine?? It's like fighting a police officer over a speeding ticket that's under 5 mph over the limit. Arguing with him will only piss him off, he'll feel disrespected--and we all know what happens then! You just can't win!

I need to let it go. I'm just praying that the school won't approach me over this matter; otherwise, I'm afraid I'll tell them EXACTLY what I think.

Today's Inspirational Thought

Brought to you by none other than Willydo (my dad):

Some people are like slinkies...
Not really good for anything......
But they still bring a smile to your face
when you push them down a flight of stairs.

Do you see why I LOVE my dad??
If not, please refer to this (click here)

or perhaps this (click here).

Speaking of which...Guess who was here??

Nana and Papa came to visit us for the weekend. We went to the pumpkin patch, listened to Bud-duh sing Scooby Doo for 35.minutes.straight, performed plastic surgery on pumpkins, took turns swearing as we installed our new kitchen light (THANKS DADDY!!), changed the language on the GPS system to Espanol and British English, ate Brazilian cuisine, and laughed our asses off as a comedian made fun of the male (and female) intelect-or lack(s) thereof.