I have a lot going on in my feeble mind this morning so sit back and be prepared to read! In this blog I want to talk about how I could never be a coach of ANYTHING!
If I owned a dance studio and had a competition team, my teams' name would be "The Drama Queen Dancers". Why? It's certainly not because I would be adding some dramatic elements to their dancing. Shoot, just ask my nephew, Blake, he'll surely tell you all of my moves are straight out of the 80's! The Drama Queen Dancer name would solely be based on the fact that you are dealing with a bunch of pre/teen girls! Need I say more? Don't even bother answering because you and I both know, I will!
Let me set this up for you; One of my daughter's is a dancer. She dances all the time, anywhere and everywhere she can - Dancing is her life! That being said, it only makes sense that she would be on a competition dance team, right?
At the beginning of every competition season there is an informational meeting for students and parents. This meeting covers things like what the practice schedule will be, how many competitions there will be, estimated cost of commitment, as well as expectations. In my observation the most difficult requirements for team members and their parents are the practice schedule and expectations.
As a parent, I have an expectation of my girls when they participate in a group activity. Actually, the expectation applies to myself and others too. My expectation you ask? It's simple, if you make the "choice" to take part in a team of any variety, you always put your best effort forward and do what is asked of you for the benefit of the team. Easy enough, right? Well no, apparently not! Not all people instill this in their children and I find this to be a great injustice. The old adage, "You are only as strong as your weakest link" is so true. Let's put this in perspective, shall we?
Many of the girls on the team seem to be confused about what the word "team" implies and have a difficult time following directions. Here is what is expected of the girls if they CHOOSE to be on the team:
1. Barring serious illness or graded school function, you are required to be at every practice.
2. Be on time for said practices.
3. Come prepared to dance (proper dance attire for class)
4. Show up for competitions at designated time with hair and make-up done and ready to perform.
5. Have a good attitude and always put forth best effort.
Too much to ask? Not in my world but apparently it is for some others. It really irritates me that anyone would allow their child to join a team that is specifically meant to compete and the consequently allow them to not honor their commitment. What is the point? What are you teaching your child? Grant it these are pre- and teen girls. They are moody, catty, self-centered and the list could go on and on. None-the-less it is your job as a parent to direct and build character in your child. I am by no means a perfect parent; If you have read any of my other blogs you know I'm not! We have been late to practices, competitions and were guilty this very last weekend of showing up without her hair done! Let me tell you, the entire way there Abigail was flipping out because she didn't want to get in trouble. But low and behold we got there and one girl didn't have her hair or make-up done! This is not to excuse our hair issue but we did have a good reason and her instructors were aware of it before we even left our house.
Here's the difference in my daughter and some of these other girls that I refer to; My daughter will start getting ready for dance the minute she walks in the door for school (even though dance doesn't start until 3 hours later), she gets mad at me if we don't leave at least 15 minutes before class starts, she knows that if she isn't putting forth her best effort and/or was disrespectful to her instructors there will be consequences.
What boggles my mind is why these girls make the choice to participate and then proceed to, pardon my french, not give a shit! Oh and my personal favorite is when they get upset because they don't get higher scores....I digress
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
(And Obviously Rants)
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
Brand New Broken Bed
At the beginning of March I decided to buy Olivia a new bedroom set. The reason I made this choice was two fold; One, her mattresses were at least a decade old and she was the third owner and two, I was tired of Lilly (our Beagle/Lab mix) taking everything under the sun under her bed to chew and destroy.
I went to Value City Furniture and picked out a super cute set! It is called OMG! and is white with some pink accenting on it. I did the package deal which meant I got the headboard, foot board, dresser and mirror. I ordered a trundle bed for it so that Lilly wouldn't be able to get under the bed anymore. Plus, my girls like to slumber in each other's rooms and this was the perfect solution all the way around. The only drawback was it was all on back order for a month! However, I was willing to wait because I had much to do in her room before it arrived.
Finally the day arrived when the bed would be delivered. Olivia and I were both excited! She had been counting down the days until it came since I told her about my purchase...The bed comes, the delivery guys set it up, I sign the paperwork and they left. I went upstairs to make up the bed before Olivia got home from school.
I put the sheets on the bed, put her princess quilt on followed by decorative pillows. It looks perfectly adorable! I then move on to the trundle bed...I start to pull it out from under the bed and BAM just like that the whole front end of it falls off! My first reaction is to look around for children because surely I could not be responsible for the demise of this bed so quickly! Then I realize this was all me and out of no where comes Sarah who takes one look at the bed, then me and says, "REALLY MOM? Why did you do that to LivLia's bed?" WOW! If that wasn't a turning of the tables moment I don't know what is!
At this point I am beyond pissed! I got up, got my receipt and immediately called Value City and demanded a new trundle. Seriously, this bed was in my house for less than 30 minutes and was all ready broken. They, of course, agreed to give me a new trundle but I have to wait till this coming Wednesday to get it. Great!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity (and apparent super human strength)
I went to Value City Furniture and picked out a super cute set! It is called OMG! and is white with some pink accenting on it. I did the package deal which meant I got the headboard, foot board, dresser and mirror. I ordered a trundle bed for it so that Lilly wouldn't be able to get under the bed anymore. Plus, my girls like to slumber in each other's rooms and this was the perfect solution all the way around. The only drawback was it was all on back order for a month! However, I was willing to wait because I had much to do in her room before it arrived.
Finally the day arrived when the bed would be delivered. Olivia and I were both excited! She had been counting down the days until it came since I told her about my purchase...The bed comes, the delivery guys set it up, I sign the paperwork and they left. I went upstairs to make up the bed before Olivia got home from school.
I put the sheets on the bed, put her princess quilt on followed by decorative pillows. It looks perfectly adorable! I then move on to the trundle bed...I start to pull it out from under the bed and BAM just like that the whole front end of it falls off! My first reaction is to look around for children because surely I could not be responsible for the demise of this bed so quickly! Then I realize this was all me and out of no where comes Sarah who takes one look at the bed, then me and says, "REALLY MOM? Why did you do that to LivLia's bed?" WOW! If that wasn't a turning of the tables moment I don't know what is!
At this point I am beyond pissed! I got up, got my receipt and immediately called Value City and demanded a new trundle. Seriously, this bed was in my house for less than 30 minutes and was all ready broken. They, of course, agreed to give me a new trundle but I have to wait till this coming Wednesday to get it. Great!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity (and apparent super human strength)
Busy, Busy, Sick
Over the last week I have been one busy gal. I have painted my master bath, my daughter Olivia's room, reorganized my pantry and after several years of frustration, took down the pantry doors. Oh and lest we not forget, dance competition season started this weekend.
It all started in December when I bought paint for my master bathroom. When I bought the paint that cold December day I thought I would paint the very next day. Yeah, so that didn't happen. The can of paint sat and sat and sat in my kitchen until a few weeks later when I decided to carry upstairs to my bathroom. I thought this would motivate me. Nope, no such luck! Actually, the main reason it took me so long to get started was I had a case of bursitis in my right shoulder. I took a week's worth of steroids in order to heal up but by the end of the week I had gained a mere 5lbs and still had shoulder pain. Eventually though the pain subsided and the excuse of my shoulder was just that - an excuse!
Everyday when I went into my bathroom I would see the paint sitting there beckoning me to use it. Last week I finally decided it was time to use the paint. It took forever to finish and I remembered exactly why I put it off so long! Painting bathrooms sucks! There are so many things to work around, the toilet, medicine cabinets, sinks, tub, shower....uggg!! However, I finally got it done. After it was first done I thought, "Did I seriously pick this color?" but once I got used to it, I have fallen in love with the color. It was such a shocking change of color - I went from a sage green to aqua glow. I have a beach theme going on in there now. I figure if I can't be at the beach, I'll bring the beach to me!
Finally with the bathroom done I decided that I oughta get Olivia's room squared away before her new bed came. I began cleaning, organizing and packing stuff up and out of the way. Once the room was in better shape I realized that her room needed painting. I asked her what color she would like and she said purple with black polka-dots. Ummm, I am not sure why she thought that I would even consider this but apparently she did. I showed her the colors of her Disney princess bedding and she decided that blue with pink polka-dots would be ok. Seriously, polka-dots? Good Heavens kids these day aren't easy to please!
Off to Lowe's to get more paint...Scott graciously helped me paint the room blue but bailed when it was time to do the polka-dots ~ Go figure. Actually, I found a stencil for the dots which made it go a lot faster than having to, I don't know hand paint them! The final product met her approval and I was glad to be done with it. Personally, I think the room is a bit dizzy but if the five year old likes....
I still had some energy to spare and made the decision to finally do something about my pantry - specifically the doors. You see for the past nine years we have lived here the door on my pantry have been knocked off a total of 3,500,000 times - LITERALLY! I am not sure how my children manage to knock them off over and over and over again but they do. I don't know if they get so excited to eat me out of house and home that they plow right into the doors or what. All I know is I could not take it for one more day and removed the doors. Scott, of course, was completely opposed to the idea but after years of begging him to do something about it, I took matters into my own hands.
I took the doors off and put them in my laundry room. Then I took EVERYTHING out of my pantry and decided to organize it - knowing this would make Scott happy. You see, I am not what you would consider "organizational" by any stretch of the imagination. When Scott and I first got married we would fight every time I came home with grocery bags. He wanted all the cans to be facing forward, green beans with green beans, tomato soup with tomato soup..you get the picture. In my feeble mind; veggies go with veggies, soup is soup and do we really need to be so concerned with stacking like items?? Personally, I like the thrill of the search! In my opinion, he was just too lazy to look for what he wanted and a bit anal. This was probably the first time I thought, "How did I get myself into this mess?".
Alright, I have to go on a tangent and completely off topic but after I wrote that I remembered something my sister told me some time ago. When she was on her way to the church to get married, our Dad asked her if she was sure she wanted to get married and that he would be more than happy to turn around. Did my Father do this when I got married??? OH NO! Perfectly acceptable for my sister to be a runaway bride but me....oh hello kitty no! I think that they just wanted me out of the house and they didn't care how that happened. Actually, when I told my Mom of my engagement at the ripe age of 19, she looked right at me with disappointment and said, "YOU ARE TOO YOUNG!" At the time, I thought what is she talking about? This woman who got married at 17 years of age! Hmmmff! Now I realize, she was speaking from experience. I was a teenager, I knew EVERYTHING!
*Back on topic* I made the executive decision that in order to get what I wanted, I should try to please my husband at the same time. This meant organizing the pantry. I went to the store and bought all different types of organizing shelves, came home and went to work. By the time I was done it looked like a professional organizer had stopped by! I sent Scott a text and told him he was going to LOVE me more than ever when he got home. When he got home and looked at it he was pleased. Not thrilled mind you but pleased. What the freakin' heck??? Almost 18 years of marriage and apparently his standards have been stomped out. Whatever! I am happy and at the end of the day, that's what matters, right???
With my spring cleaning rampage drawing to an end I fell victim to a cold. I woke up late last Thursday and had to drive Olivia to school so she would be on time. I didn't bother to change out of my pj's, I was too exhausted. I came home and sat on the couch comatose and finally decided that a shower might perk me up. It did no such thing and I ended up falling asleep on the couch for 2.5 hours, only to wake when Olivia came home from school. I did a few things around the house, went to Sam's Club, made dinner and took yet another two hour nap!
Friday night was Abigail's first dance competition (I will save THAT story for another blog) and then spent the rest of the weekend at home, doing nothing.
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
It all started in December when I bought paint for my master bathroom. When I bought the paint that cold December day I thought I would paint the very next day. Yeah, so that didn't happen. The can of paint sat and sat and sat in my kitchen until a few weeks later when I decided to carry upstairs to my bathroom. I thought this would motivate me. Nope, no such luck! Actually, the main reason it took me so long to get started was I had a case of bursitis in my right shoulder. I took a week's worth of steroids in order to heal up but by the end of the week I had gained a mere 5lbs and still had shoulder pain. Eventually though the pain subsided and the excuse of my shoulder was just that - an excuse!
Everyday when I went into my bathroom I would see the paint sitting there beckoning me to use it. Last week I finally decided it was time to use the paint. It took forever to finish and I remembered exactly why I put it off so long! Painting bathrooms sucks! There are so many things to work around, the toilet, medicine cabinets, sinks, tub, shower....uggg!! However, I finally got it done. After it was first done I thought, "Did I seriously pick this color?" but once I got used to it, I have fallen in love with the color. It was such a shocking change of color - I went from a sage green to aqua glow. I have a beach theme going on in there now. I figure if I can't be at the beach, I'll bring the beach to me!
Finally with the bathroom done I decided that I oughta get Olivia's room squared away before her new bed came. I began cleaning, organizing and packing stuff up and out of the way. Once the room was in better shape I realized that her room needed painting. I asked her what color she would like and she said purple with black polka-dots. Ummm, I am not sure why she thought that I would even consider this but apparently she did. I showed her the colors of her Disney princess bedding and she decided that blue with pink polka-dots would be ok. Seriously, polka-dots? Good Heavens kids these day aren't easy to please!
Off to Lowe's to get more paint...Scott graciously helped me paint the room blue but bailed when it was time to do the polka-dots ~ Go figure. Actually, I found a stencil for the dots which made it go a lot faster than having to, I don't know hand paint them! The final product met her approval and I was glad to be done with it. Personally, I think the room is a bit dizzy but if the five year old likes....
I still had some energy to spare and made the decision to finally do something about my pantry - specifically the doors. You see for the past nine years we have lived here the door on my pantry have been knocked off a total of 3,500,000 times - LITERALLY! I am not sure how my children manage to knock them off over and over and over again but they do. I don't know if they get so excited to eat me out of house and home that they plow right into the doors or what. All I know is I could not take it for one more day and removed the doors. Scott, of course, was completely opposed to the idea but after years of begging him to do something about it, I took matters into my own hands.
I took the doors off and put them in my laundry room. Then I took EVERYTHING out of my pantry and decided to organize it - knowing this would make Scott happy. You see, I am not what you would consider "organizational" by any stretch of the imagination. When Scott and I first got married we would fight every time I came home with grocery bags. He wanted all the cans to be facing forward, green beans with green beans, tomato soup with tomato soup..you get the picture. In my feeble mind; veggies go with veggies, soup is soup and do we really need to be so concerned with stacking like items?? Personally, I like the thrill of the search! In my opinion, he was just too lazy to look for what he wanted and a bit anal. This was probably the first time I thought, "How did I get myself into this mess?".
Alright, I have to go on a tangent and completely off topic but after I wrote that I remembered something my sister told me some time ago. When she was on her way to the church to get married, our Dad asked her if she was sure she wanted to get married and that he would be more than happy to turn around. Did my Father do this when I got married??? OH NO! Perfectly acceptable for my sister to be a runaway bride but me....oh hello kitty no! I think that they just wanted me out of the house and they didn't care how that happened. Actually, when I told my Mom of my engagement at the ripe age of 19, she looked right at me with disappointment and said, "YOU ARE TOO YOUNG!" At the time, I thought what is she talking about? This woman who got married at 17 years of age! Hmmmff! Now I realize, she was speaking from experience. I was a teenager, I knew EVERYTHING!
*Back on topic* I made the executive decision that in order to get what I wanted, I should try to please my husband at the same time. This meant organizing the pantry. I went to the store and bought all different types of organizing shelves, came home and went to work. By the time I was done it looked like a professional organizer had stopped by! I sent Scott a text and told him he was going to LOVE me more than ever when he got home. When he got home and looked at it he was pleased. Not thrilled mind you but pleased. What the freakin' heck??? Almost 18 years of marriage and apparently his standards have been stomped out. Whatever! I am happy and at the end of the day, that's what matters, right???
With my spring cleaning rampage drawing to an end I fell victim to a cold. I woke up late last Thursday and had to drive Olivia to school so she would be on time. I didn't bother to change out of my pj's, I was too exhausted. I came home and sat on the couch comatose and finally decided that a shower might perk me up. It did no such thing and I ended up falling asleep on the couch for 2.5 hours, only to wake when Olivia came home from school. I did a few things around the house, went to Sam's Club, made dinner and took yet another two hour nap!
Friday night was Abigail's first dance competition (I will save THAT story for another blog) and then spent the rest of the weekend at home, doing nothing.
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Monday, March 21, 2011
Last Week In Review
Last Week In Review
1. Drove kids all over kingdom come
2. Cleaned up after the children
3. Pissed off that no one in this house can pick up after themself
4. Played referee for the children
5. Wished there was a money tree growing in my backyard
5. Avoided cooking at all costs
6. Laid on the couch every night sulking about the woes of my life
7. Tried to figure out why people do the things they do
8. Laid on couch some more
9. Gave up on cleaning the house
10. Woke up Saturday and decided to suck it up
You see, my life was boring last week! I am going to try and have a little more excitement this week.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Continued.......
If you are just catching up with my blog, you might want to come back to this after you have read the previous blog.
We picked up Tammy and went to Bill Baileys. When we got there the first thing that we noticed was how packed it was. Any other time we have been there have been a maximum of fifteen plus us. On this particular night, someone was having a full out birthday party in there. The very next thing we noticed, a flippin' child. Finally, we noticed there was a buffet of food! Wow, did we ever hit the jackpot!
Usually, when we go to B.B.'s we are the largest group in there, that's if there are four of us going out. The posse is usually at least six of us wild and crazy gals. I know this seems like no big deal to some of you because you think, "It's a bar...there should be lots of people" But oh no, this place is a diamond in the rough as you might recall from yesterday's blog. We finally found a table after about 1 minute and made our way to the bar five feet away for drinks.
After we settled in we noticed the man child. He looked to be about 10 years old. What I can't figure out is why you would take your 10 year old into a bar for a birthday party. Did they not want to pay a babysitter? Personally, I think it is a lack of judgement on the parents. However, if you take into account the kind of people hanging out in the joint, it makes perfect sense. All of the sudden I am wondering what kind of people my friends and I are. Oh wait, we are people on a boojay! To be honest, we don't even fit in there but like I stated before we can do whatever in there and have no fear of ever running into them. Well except in there!
Let's focus on the birthday party now, shall we? They had appetizers all lined up. There was cheese, crackers, a cheese ball, nachos, bread n butter pickles....Oh was it ever a feast! We must have helped ourselves to at least 4 plates full of their goodies. Eventually they brought out a cake and we helped ourselves to that as well. Don't judge us! It would have been rude not to celebrate this gals 30th birthday with them. Honestly, we helped them relocate a lot of things that night.
Finally the bartender yelled last call and we were all shocked and dismayed. It couldn't be 2am all ready! Oh wait, we are at B.B.s...it must be one o'clock! Time to relocate ourselves....
We decided to go to the Minute Bar but when we got there they turned out their lights. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Is it more expensive to get a liquor establishment license if you stay open past 1 am??? Luckily for us City Bar was right next door and still open. Having never been in there before we were shocked to realize that we were pretty much the oldest people in the place. At some point I had to use the restroom and took the 3 mile trek back to the bathroom. On my way back there I hear them say something over the speakers and the next thing I know some big ole bouncers are pushing their way past me. I make my way up the ramp towards the dance floor and began to hear yelling and then I saw some guy with his shirt off, ready to throw down. On the other side of the dance floor is another guy foaming at the mouth as if he was getting ready to attack. Everyone is gawking and all I can think about is that I have to pee. I am not like these young people waiting to see the action, I have four children and my bladder is shot! I decide to push forward and go right through the middle of the scuffle. The moral of this story? When there is a fight on the dance floor, there is no line in the ladies room! WOOT WOOT! By the time I got out of the bathroom, I saw the naked chested dude being thrown out the backdoor and the other guy being escorted out the front.
When they did last call here, we walked outside and discovered it was snowing. My first thought, "SON OF A PREACHER MAN!" and now I have to drive home in this crap. The youngins also leaving were scooping snow off their cars and having snowball fights, prancing around like it was the first they had ever seen snow. This my friends is a sign that my age is creeping up on me!
Sunday, I slept in till 11 o'clock. Tanya had all ready made coffee (GOD LOVE HER) and Garrett got started on biscuits and gravy (GOD LOVE HIM!). They were magically delicious....finally it was time for Tanya and her crew to head home. I hate when they leave! Sarah and I had a nice quiet afternoon though. We played Don't Break The Ice and read some Dr Seuss. By late afternoon the other girls got home and at last we began getting ready for the week ahead.
Sincerely,
The Queen Of Insanity
We picked up Tammy and went to Bill Baileys. When we got there the first thing that we noticed was how packed it was. Any other time we have been there have been a maximum of fifteen plus us. On this particular night, someone was having a full out birthday party in there. The very next thing we noticed, a flippin' child. Finally, we noticed there was a buffet of food! Wow, did we ever hit the jackpot!
Usually, when we go to B.B.'s we are the largest group in there, that's if there are four of us going out. The posse is usually at least six of us wild and crazy gals. I know this seems like no big deal to some of you because you think, "It's a bar...there should be lots of people" But oh no, this place is a diamond in the rough as you might recall from yesterday's blog. We finally found a table after about 1 minute and made our way to the bar five feet away for drinks.
After we settled in we noticed the man child. He looked to be about 10 years old. What I can't figure out is why you would take your 10 year old into a bar for a birthday party. Did they not want to pay a babysitter? Personally, I think it is a lack of judgement on the parents. However, if you take into account the kind of people hanging out in the joint, it makes perfect sense. All of the sudden I am wondering what kind of people my friends and I are. Oh wait, we are people on a boojay! To be honest, we don't even fit in there but like I stated before we can do whatever in there and have no fear of ever running into them. Well except in there!
Let's focus on the birthday party now, shall we? They had appetizers all lined up. There was cheese, crackers, a cheese ball, nachos, bread n butter pickles....Oh was it ever a feast! We must have helped ourselves to at least 4 plates full of their goodies. Eventually they brought out a cake and we helped ourselves to that as well. Don't judge us! It would have been rude not to celebrate this gals 30th birthday with them. Honestly, we helped them relocate a lot of things that night.
Finally the bartender yelled last call and we were all shocked and dismayed. It couldn't be 2am all ready! Oh wait, we are at B.B.s...it must be one o'clock! Time to relocate ourselves....
We decided to go to the Minute Bar but when we got there they turned out their lights. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Is it more expensive to get a liquor establishment license if you stay open past 1 am??? Luckily for us City Bar was right next door and still open. Having never been in there before we were shocked to realize that we were pretty much the oldest people in the place. At some point I had to use the restroom and took the 3 mile trek back to the bathroom. On my way back there I hear them say something over the speakers and the next thing I know some big ole bouncers are pushing their way past me. I make my way up the ramp towards the dance floor and began to hear yelling and then I saw some guy with his shirt off, ready to throw down. On the other side of the dance floor is another guy foaming at the mouth as if he was getting ready to attack. Everyone is gawking and all I can think about is that I have to pee. I am not like these young people waiting to see the action, I have four children and my bladder is shot! I decide to push forward and go right through the middle of the scuffle. The moral of this story? When there is a fight on the dance floor, there is no line in the ladies room! WOOT WOOT! By the time I got out of the bathroom, I saw the naked chested dude being thrown out the backdoor and the other guy being escorted out the front.
When they did last call here, we walked outside and discovered it was snowing. My first thought, "SON OF A PREACHER MAN!" and now I have to drive home in this crap. The youngins also leaving were scooping snow off their cars and having snowball fights, prancing around like it was the first they had ever seen snow. This my friends is a sign that my age is creeping up on me!
Sunday, I slept in till 11 o'clock. Tanya had all ready made coffee (GOD LOVE HER) and Garrett got started on biscuits and gravy (GOD LOVE HIM!). They were magically delicious....finally it was time for Tanya and her crew to head home. I hate when they leave! Sarah and I had a nice quiet afternoon though. We played Don't Break The Ice and read some Dr Seuss. By late afternoon the other girls got home and at last we began getting ready for the week ahead.
Sincerely,
The Queen Of Insanity
Monday, March 7, 2011
What I Love About Having Four Daughters
By request I am updating my blog - Apparently, I am letting down one of my 13 followers!! So here it goes a little bit of this and a little bit of that.
My weekend in review: Friday night my bestie Michelle came over and we had a "Jeggins" night. Jeggins you ask? Well they are apparently really popular with the teens these days. They are leggings that look like jeans. I got mine on a whim, they were $1.98 - If you saw them, you would understand why! Shell and I wore them around the house...cuz that my friend's is how we roll! Sometimes, it more fun to stay in and wear crazy comfortable clothes than to go out! We also like to have themed nights. The only downfall to staying in is you are at the childrens' disposal. BOOOOO!!! It wouldn't be so bad but the children are prone to make up dances and shows that we are then forced to view. Luckily, Michelle and I are prone to A.D.D. and quickly forget the torture that was bestowed up on us! Any who, back to the jeggings, they are comfy but the problem I had with mine is they wouldn't stay up. Anytime I moved they would slide down and show my butt crack! Needless to say, I will not be wearing them in public. Well, that was never my intention anyway...Michelle and I also partook in some true TV and adult beverages. However, we discovered we aren't spring chickens on Friday nights and she left at 11ish.
After she left, I decided to start a load of laundry when one of my lovely daughters came to the door. Here is how the conversation went;
"Mom, those jeggins make your legs look skinny!"
"My legs ARE skinny!"
"No they aren't!" (Sarcastic eye rolling)
"Get the HELLO KITTY AWAY FROM ME BEFORE I KILL YOU!!!!"
Yes, I just LOVE having four daughters! Here are some other instances of why I love having four girls:
"Hey Mom! Move your big butt out of my way!"
"Mom, You might want to do something about your mustache....it's getting prickly!"
"Mom, You should try to get on The Biggest Loser"
"Mom, you have a butt belly!"
"Mom, you have bad breath.....you need to go brush your teeth!"
"Seriously Mom! Are you really going to wear that?"
My favorite is when my three year old says to me, "WHY DO YOU HAVE MAKE-UP ON?? HMMM?" followed by, "Is Shell comin' over?". Which then leads to the question, "WHERE are YOU going?"
Really? My three year old treats me like she is my Mother! I am just waiting for her to tell me I need o wipe some of my make-up off because I look like a hussy! I guess in her defense, I don't usually wear make-up unless I am going out. Perhaps she is just concerned about my whereabouts???
Yes, these are just some of the things my lovely daughters say to me! Aren't you jealous? I could go on and on with lots of other complimentary things they grace me with everyday but I think that is enough. I am sure you get the picture and quite frankly, it's depressing. Do they think I am unaware of the fact that I am short for my weight? Do they not realize they are part of the original problem? HELLO? How do they think I got his way???? The twins, reeked havoc on my stomach but eventually I was able to recover. Then I had Olivia - who totally halted all the progress I had made. By the time I had Sarah, well, I was just a hot mess! It is very difficult to bounce back from pregnancy at 35. Eventually I did make progress and lost a good 40lbs. Alas, all good things must come to an end, I gained every last bit of it back due to prescription meds and stress. STRESS?? Why ever would I have stress in my life? Living in my house is like being in a popularity contest! Do they like me today? Do I look okay? Did I brush my teeth and use mouthwash? Good heavens' its a lot of pressure!
Now that I am depressed, I guess I will focus on more of my weekend. At least that was more positive! Saturday my ever so precious daughters and I had hair appointments; as did Natalie and her two kids. Ninety-five dollars later, the twins got highlights and trims, Olivia got her hair trimmed, Sarah got a bob because Emily got one and I got highlights and a trim. So not only are my daughter's blessed with the gift of gab and sarcasm, they cost me a fortune! LOVE IT!
After our hair appointments were over, we had to rush home, get Emma, Abigail and Olivias' bags packed to stay over night with their Grandma Joyce, get something to eat and go to the rental house to show it to a couple of people. Have I mentioned how over rental properties I am? Natalie was kind enough to go with me to show the house so that I didn't get raped or murdered. Little does she know that my plan all along was to throw her to the murderous rapist while I made my getaway! JUST KIDDING! Michelle and I watch way too many true murder mystery shows. So while Natalie and I were risking life and limb to show my rental house, Grandma showed up to take the oldest three for child labor.....oh whoa...I mean an overnight! Actually, I don't care what their Grandma does with them when she has them so long as they are out of my hair! Sarah and I were going to enjoy a very peaceful afternoon!
Finally we arrived back at home and I finished up the straightening of my house before my company arrived.
Tanya, Garrett and Lauren (T's friend originally but now mine too) got here around 5:30pm, we ordered pizza and drank coffee. I might add, its not a great combo but I find as you get older you have to drink coffee in the evening to have any hope of making it past 11pm. Shoot my sister has to drink 2.5 hours minimum of a 5 hour energy drink to stay up late! HA Just kidding well, may be not....Hmmm. Eventually, Tanya, Lauren and I got ready to go out. Sarah was all up in my kool-aid, wanting to know exactly why I was putting on make-up - This make-up situation is out of control people!!! Finally, I escaped my house with the ladies and headed Old Bill Baileys.
I don't know if I have ever mentioned Bill Bailey's before, I can't imagine that I haven't. Its a great little hole in the wall bar. I love that place for so many different reasons! First of all, it is a treasure trove of freaks! Secondly, you can wear whatever (I think next time I am wearing my PJ'S...Michelle, you in????), say whatever, do whatever and no one thinks twice about it. Lastly, their prices fit into my boojay! The one and only drawback is they close at 1am. Last call at 12:40ish...I don't know why this tidbit comes as a surprise to us every single time we close the place down? We picked up Tammy and to Bill Baileys we went...
Sorry to leave you hanging but I do have other things I gotta get done right now....
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
My weekend in review: Friday night my bestie Michelle came over and we had a "Jeggins" night. Jeggins you ask? Well they are apparently really popular with the teens these days. They are leggings that look like jeans. I got mine on a whim, they were $1.98 - If you saw them, you would understand why! Shell and I wore them around the house...cuz that my friend's is how we roll! Sometimes, it more fun to stay in and wear crazy comfortable clothes than to go out! We also like to have themed nights. The only downfall to staying in is you are at the childrens' disposal. BOOOOO!!! It wouldn't be so bad but the children are prone to make up dances and shows that we are then forced to view. Luckily, Michelle and I are prone to A.D.D. and quickly forget the torture that was bestowed up on us! Any who, back to the jeggings, they are comfy but the problem I had with mine is they wouldn't stay up. Anytime I moved they would slide down and show my butt crack! Needless to say, I will not be wearing them in public. Well, that was never my intention anyway...Michelle and I also partook in some true TV and adult beverages. However, we discovered we aren't spring chickens on Friday nights and she left at 11ish.
After she left, I decided to start a load of laundry when one of my lovely daughters came to the door. Here is how the conversation went;
"Mom, those jeggins make your legs look skinny!"
"My legs ARE skinny!"
"No they aren't!" (Sarcastic eye rolling)
"Get the HELLO KITTY AWAY FROM ME BEFORE I KILL YOU!!!!"
Yes, I just LOVE having four daughters! Here are some other instances of why I love having four girls:
"Hey Mom! Move your big butt out of my way!"
"Mom, You might want to do something about your mustache....it's getting prickly!"
"Mom, You should try to get on The Biggest Loser"
"Mom, you have a butt belly!"
"Mom, you have bad breath.....you need to go brush your teeth!"
"Seriously Mom! Are you really going to wear that?"
My favorite is when my three year old says to me, "WHY DO YOU HAVE MAKE-UP ON?? HMMM?" followed by, "Is Shell comin' over?". Which then leads to the question, "WHERE are YOU going?"
Really? My three year old treats me like she is my Mother! I am just waiting for her to tell me I need o wipe some of my make-up off because I look like a hussy! I guess in her defense, I don't usually wear make-up unless I am going out. Perhaps she is just concerned about my whereabouts???
Yes, these are just some of the things my lovely daughters say to me! Aren't you jealous? I could go on and on with lots of other complimentary things they grace me with everyday but I think that is enough. I am sure you get the picture and quite frankly, it's depressing. Do they think I am unaware of the fact that I am short for my weight? Do they not realize they are part of the original problem? HELLO? How do they think I got his way???? The twins, reeked havoc on my stomach but eventually I was able to recover. Then I had Olivia - who totally halted all the progress I had made. By the time I had Sarah, well, I was just a hot mess! It is very difficult to bounce back from pregnancy at 35. Eventually I did make progress and lost a good 40lbs. Alas, all good things must come to an end, I gained every last bit of it back due to prescription meds and stress. STRESS?? Why ever would I have stress in my life? Living in my house is like being in a popularity contest! Do they like me today? Do I look okay? Did I brush my teeth and use mouthwash? Good heavens' its a lot of pressure!
Now that I am depressed, I guess I will focus on more of my weekend. At least that was more positive! Saturday my ever so precious daughters and I had hair appointments; as did Natalie and her two kids. Ninety-five dollars later, the twins got highlights and trims, Olivia got her hair trimmed, Sarah got a bob because Emily got one and I got highlights and a trim. So not only are my daughter's blessed with the gift of gab and sarcasm, they cost me a fortune! LOVE IT!
After our hair appointments were over, we had to rush home, get Emma, Abigail and Olivias' bags packed to stay over night with their Grandma Joyce, get something to eat and go to the rental house to show it to a couple of people. Have I mentioned how over rental properties I am? Natalie was kind enough to go with me to show the house so that I didn't get raped or murdered. Little does she know that my plan all along was to throw her to the murderous rapist while I made my getaway! JUST KIDDING! Michelle and I watch way too many true murder mystery shows. So while Natalie and I were risking life and limb to show my rental house, Grandma showed up to take the oldest three for child labor.....oh whoa...I mean an overnight! Actually, I don't care what their Grandma does with them when she has them so long as they are out of my hair! Sarah and I were going to enjoy a very peaceful afternoon!
Finally we arrived back at home and I finished up the straightening of my house before my company arrived.
Tanya, Garrett and Lauren (T's friend originally but now mine too) got here around 5:30pm, we ordered pizza and drank coffee. I might add, its not a great combo but I find as you get older you have to drink coffee in the evening to have any hope of making it past 11pm. Shoot my sister has to drink 2.5 hours minimum of a 5 hour energy drink to stay up late! HA Just kidding well, may be not....Hmmm. Eventually, Tanya, Lauren and I got ready to go out. Sarah was all up in my kool-aid, wanting to know exactly why I was putting on make-up - This make-up situation is out of control people!!! Finally, I escaped my house with the ladies and headed Old Bill Baileys.
I don't know if I have ever mentioned Bill Bailey's before, I can't imagine that I haven't. Its a great little hole in the wall bar. I love that place for so many different reasons! First of all, it is a treasure trove of freaks! Secondly, you can wear whatever (I think next time I am wearing my PJ'S...Michelle, you in????), say whatever, do whatever and no one thinks twice about it. Lastly, their prices fit into my boojay! The one and only drawback is they close at 1am. Last call at 12:40ish...I don't know why this tidbit comes as a surprise to us every single time we close the place down? We picked up Tammy and to Bill Baileys we went...
Sorry to leave you hanging but I do have other things I gotta get done right now....
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Where the Hello Kitty Have I Been???
Honestly, I just realized yesterday it has been quite sometime since I blogged. In fact, I forgot that I even had a blog. I must take this opportunity to apologize to all 12 of my loyal followers....Forgive me?
You see there's been a lot going on in my life. For instance, my old renters left my house in shambles and it has taken quite sometime to get it back in order. Everything had to be replaced. I mean EVERYTHING! NEW cabinets, NEW counter tops, NEW appliances, NEW kitchen and bathroom flooring, NEW carpet and NEW paint. What's NEW at YOUR house Krissy? Oh NOTHING! But thank you so much for asking. Hahahaha Okay, that isn't entirely true, I did get new cabinet and drawer pulls for my kitchen cabinets which we were able to purchase from credit we got back from returning things we didn't need at the rental house. WOOHOO!!! Don't I feel special? I just want new carpet in MY house. Why? Oh well, I have been living with yellow dog puke stained carpet for about four years now, compliments of Torros. Have you ever tried to strategically place furniture to cover up something? Geesh! Anyway, I am not bitter that my rental house is better condition then the one I live in. May be I will move back into that house by myself!
Finding new renters for the house has not been an easy task. Actually, I don't have renters as of yet. I am hopeful someone who hasn't been ticketed for no-op's ten times in the past four years, been arrested for prostitution or drug use, isn't a liar and who isn't currently being evicted will show up on my doorstep. Ya never know, it could happen! When I complain about the clientele to Scott he says, "Welcome to my world!" Really Scott? WOW! He choose his occupation, slumlord was handed to me. Enough about the rental situation because it only gets more depressing from here. For instance, how we had no money to afford all these lovely upgrades to the house or to pay the extra mortgage payments for four months or the extra utilities but whatever, broke is the new black! ENOUGH ALL READY!!! Moving on....
I have a new addiction....Adele, Adele 19 and Adele 21. Love her music and the lyrics to her songs. I can't decide if she is bitter or what but all her music tends to give that impression. The only "love" songs she sings are remakes. Either way, I love her music. Does that make me bitter too???
I have an important warning for all of you with children. There is a new epidemic going through my house and it could be headed your way.....MISSING SHOES! I am pretty sure I have ranted in the past about missing socks, that I have an entire basket dedicated to the poor lonely souls. Lately though, it has progressed into missing shoes. Where are then going? Is it the shoes way of protesting the mismatched socks on my children's feet? I just don't know......I can tell you this, the shoes need to be found because as you may have guessed due to my "rental" I am not in a position to be buying these kids new shoes!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
You see there's been a lot going on in my life. For instance, my old renters left my house in shambles and it has taken quite sometime to get it back in order. Everything had to be replaced. I mean EVERYTHING! NEW cabinets, NEW counter tops, NEW appliances, NEW kitchen and bathroom flooring, NEW carpet and NEW paint. What's NEW at YOUR house Krissy? Oh NOTHING! But thank you so much for asking. Hahahaha Okay, that isn't entirely true, I did get new cabinet and drawer pulls for my kitchen cabinets which we were able to purchase from credit we got back from returning things we didn't need at the rental house. WOOHOO!!! Don't I feel special? I just want new carpet in MY house. Why? Oh well, I have been living with yellow dog puke stained carpet for about four years now, compliments of Torros. Have you ever tried to strategically place furniture to cover up something? Geesh! Anyway, I am not bitter that my rental house is better condition then the one I live in. May be I will move back into that house by myself!
Finding new renters for the house has not been an easy task. Actually, I don't have renters as of yet. I am hopeful someone who hasn't been ticketed for no-op's ten times in the past four years, been arrested for prostitution or drug use, isn't a liar and who isn't currently being evicted will show up on my doorstep. Ya never know, it could happen! When I complain about the clientele to Scott he says, "Welcome to my world!" Really Scott? WOW! He choose his occupation, slumlord was handed to me. Enough about the rental situation because it only gets more depressing from here. For instance, how we had no money to afford all these lovely upgrades to the house or to pay the extra mortgage payments for four months or the extra utilities but whatever, broke is the new black! ENOUGH ALL READY!!! Moving on....
I have a new addiction....Adele, Adele 19 and Adele 21. Love her music and the lyrics to her songs. I can't decide if she is bitter or what but all her music tends to give that impression. The only "love" songs she sings are remakes. Either way, I love her music. Does that make me bitter too???
I have an important warning for all of you with children. There is a new epidemic going through my house and it could be headed your way.....MISSING SHOES! I am pretty sure I have ranted in the past about missing socks, that I have an entire basket dedicated to the poor lonely souls. Lately though, it has progressed into missing shoes. Where are then going? Is it the shoes way of protesting the mismatched socks on my children's feet? I just don't know......I can tell you this, the shoes need to be found because as you may have guessed due to my "rental" I am not in a position to be buying these kids new shoes!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
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