Wherefore Art Thou Bedtime?

Because this talking is driving me to drink (really, I'm drinking).

I can't pretend that I'm interested in the Suite Life of Zac and Cody. I can't answer questions about a show that I'm not even watching. I can't watch LLM monkey around on the coffee table and tell me too "wook".

It's 8pm.

The Wicked Witch is putting them to bed. I don't curr.

Snakes for You Beer Drinkers

more the engrish!

Oh, how I lurve that engrish!

The fam is headed south in a few sweet minutes. We are celebrating Papa's birthday with meat cooked in a special way (BBQ) and the OU game.

Happeh Weekends!

Randomanium

One of my favorite peeps, Shannon, tagged me with the Random Tag! So I am supposed to come up with 7 random / odd facts about me...

1) I have to shave my legs every night before bed. I can't sleep if I do not have freshly shaved legs. In the event that I forget to shave my legs (which I have), I have to get back in the bath tub and shave.

2) I shave my arms, hands, feet, and toes. I shave other hairy places, too, but we won't discuss that.

3) When I do laundry, I do one load at a time. This makes me feel like I'm not so overwhelmed with laundry. Example: Put the laundry in the washer, then in the dryer, fold it, put it away. Then start another load. It's a mind game I have with myself.

4) I do not iron. If something needs to be ironed, I have to ask my mommy to do it or take it to the cleaners.

5) If I had the time, I would change my sheets and clean my house every day. Perhaps I will start taking diet pills and then I would wake up at 3am. That would give me 4 extra hours in the day to clean house, however I couldn't change sheets because people would be still sleeping.

6) My 6 year old does not know how to tie her shoes.

7) I do not enjoy the Christmas holiday season. At all. I don't like putting up decorations because all I can think of is the pain of taking it down. What I would like to do is take a vacation at Christmas and not have to think about it at all. (Now, that sounds wrong. I like what Christmas is about, I just don't like how over-the-top it seems to be with gifting.)

8) My Mommy is my best friend.

Hairs

My hairs are a little more likeable today. It looked pretty cute this morning when I left the house, but this afternoon it has a mind of it's own. It's trying to do this turned-under matron of honor look. I'm not about flipped out hair, curly hair, or turned under hair for myself. I like it straight. I like it ratted up at the crown (very big hair) and I like my hair to be straight on the end. It's not so hard, is it?

Clemsongirl is most correct- it does not need to be touching my shoulders. It needs to be past my shoulders or above my shoulders but not ON MY SHOULDERS. I'm going to stick it out and give it 2 weeks.

Thanks, everyone, for the nice words of reassurance. I aim to please, and I don't want anyone thinking of me with ugly hairs. I need your mental image of me to be just right.

I have a new friend coming to live with me (hopefully soon). I showed it's picture to my co worker this morning, and she says, "Don't you already have one just like it?"

My retort, "What are you, MY HUSBAND?" She is correct, I do have a zebra purse- but it is red. Red and hot pink are not at all the same. Not at all. However, this is exactly what Daddylicious is going to say when he see's the purse. (Or, maybe we won't tell him and he'll just think that it's the purse he got me for Christmas? Yes. That's a good plan.)

It was only $34 on eBay. I've been a really good girl, and I've had this whole surgery thing and my hairs not turning out the way I expected to. Really, it's the least that could come of it. In fact, there might be more. We'll have to wait and see.

This Blog Has Been Taken Over By Sasha

who has performed her magic and Mamalicious's blog now resides at http://www.multislackingmama.com/!

Hollyanna, you are welcome to delete this take-over message! My work is done here!

Status Report

I'm feeling pretty alrighty! I had a nice day of rest today. At least, I tried. I had a wicked headache, but I managed to get rid of it and take a little nap. I'm staying home one more day, just to make sure that I'm fully charged for the return to work.

I am a little bruised. The worst was the cramps, and I don't know if that was from the procedure or from my well-timed monthly visitor. My incisions are a tiny bit sore, but not bad at all. NOTHING compared to a c-section. This was like nothing compared to that!

The smallish girl was just a terror yesterday. She flopped down in the street in front of Target. She got her first ever spanking in front of God and Everyone. I couldn't carry her, and I couldn't tolerate that blatantly naughty behavior. She didn't nap at all, and by the end of the day I was pawning her off on my parents so I could have 30 moments of peace.

She was a much nicer girl today!

Post Op Report

Thanks for so many well wishes for me and all of the compliments on my babes.

Sweet Daddylicious put clean sheets on the bed for me first thing this morning. He knows that is the very best feeling in the world to me!

Everything went well! I've only had mild pain in my shoulder from the general anesthesia. I just took some percocet, so my recliner and I are going to become one for a few hours.

Lurve to all!
MML

My Babies

Tomorrow morning, I'm having a tubal. Do you know what that means? I will have no more of these sweet babies. I have to relish these pictures and these sweet memories of these beautiful baby dolls. Why does it go so fast??

This is Big Lil Momma the day she was born. Her birthday was scary for me. I went into labor at 4 in the morning. By 8am, I was being prepped for an epidural and getting ready to start pushing (I was scared to have a vaginal delivery). The doctor walked in, took one look at her stats and I was catheterized and whisked to an emergency c-section. Daddylish was not even allowed to come into the OR. I was totally asleep for the procedure, but when I woke up I fell in love at first sight.

She was so sweet and snuggly. I couldn't stop kissing her face. I continue to kiss her face off to this day.

This is her first birthday. Mimi made her this precious dress. Doesn't she look happy with this birthday cookie?

This is BLM at around 18 months old sporting her first Chi Omega t-shirt.

Three years later, we announced that we were expecting #2. I was secretly praying for a sister for Chandler. This is during my wonderful baby shower.

Kennedi was born repeat c-section. It was wonderful to witness her birth. Totally amazing. It was one of the best days of my life to see her take her first breath.

I skipped the idea of breast feeding her. I tried with the BLM, and it was torture for my whole family. I loved bottle feeding Kennedi. I didn't even mind getting up for night feedings with her. I knew it was going to go by way too fast. And it did.

Total baby doll. Look at those open eyes. She was irresistibly nommy to me. I kissed her constantly, too. Chapstick was ever present... my lips were (and are) in a permanent state of chapped.

Baby's first boat excursion. Although, you could hardly call it a boat ride, because we didn't leave the dock. I used this photo for her birth announcements. One of our friends assumed that the bottle of tanning lotion was a bottle of Jack Daniels and thought that it was the funniest thing ever!

And, Kennedi on her first birthday in the same dress that Chandler wore on her first birthday.

I have had persistent pregnant/baby dreams for the past two weeks. I've even had dreams that I was sad with DL for not wanting any more babies. I'm not sure what this is about, because we are both adamant that our family is complete.

Actually, I would love to have more babies. But the thing is- I don't want ANY MORE KIDS. I just love babies. I love to smell a newborn baby. I love to feed a baby, rock a baby, snuggle with a baby, tend to a newborn, buy baby things... all of that. It is just amazing and precious. But they get big. They get bossy. They get demanding. They want the red cup. They will not settle for anything besides the red cup. They talk. They talk a lot. They make a Momma tired. But- I love it. However I'm 1 thousand percent sure that two is our limit! No doubt about it.

But, part of me will ALWAYS crave a baby.

I will keep everyone posted post-surgery tomorrow.

Egg Buddy

Dammit, I left my camera at work! Today would have been a fine day to capture pictures of some kid-cuteness.

Big Lil brought home an egg buddy. He lives in a plastic cup. He has curly hair and a smile, and some googly eyes.

We are to chronicle everything we do with egg buddy today.

So far (since 5pm) we:

Danced to some hip hop.
Played outside
Cooked tacos
Ate tacos
Watched Spongebob Squarepants

We have a few more things to do before bedtime:

Take a bath (egg buddy will watch)
Eat a snack
Read books

I'll take some pictures of egg buddy tomorrow. He is ours to keep.

Tuckered

After all of her shenannigins last night, Little Lil fell asleep on Big Lil's bed while they were watching a movie. It takes a lot of energy to cause chaos and disturb the peace on the daily.

It's almost sweet looking, isn't it?

Suckers

Gawd, it was a long day. Work was long. I had a two hour lecture followed by a 30 minute lunch followed by a 3 hour meeting. The three hour meeting was with consultants. One made the grave mistake of referring to BBQ in an incorrect way. I politely told him that, "BBQ is not a grill. BBQ is not a verb. BBQ is meats prepared in a very special way."

He told me he was from Texas. I informed him that everyone in Texas knows what BBQ is, and that a BBQ is not a physical cooking appliance. BBQ is smoked meats (sometimes rubbed with spices or injected with delicious flavor.)

Then, he went backwards on me. He said he was raised IN the state of Texas by his family who are not from the south. That explains that.

After the BBQ Consulting Session, I went to pick up the small child.

She was in time out when I arrived. And she was eating her socks. The reason she was in time out? She would not keep her shoes on. She was obviously hungry- if a girl has to eat her own socks then she's not eating enough food. Clearly.

Big Lil Momma was sweating and flushed from playing outside on the playground equipment. I always interrogate her about the hours she spends at school (and she never answers because what happen at school stays at school.) I try to ask specific questions. Today was, "Who were you playing with outside, BLM?" To that she said, "No one. I just really enjoy playing by myself sometimes."

Well. Ok then. I like to be by myself sometimes, too.

The rest of the evening involved a trip to the Hell Hole. Little Lil Momma wants to run free like the wind in Wal Mart. I will not permit this. She did the ole stiff leg tactic on me and refused to bend her legs into the seat of the cart. This makes me laugh. Laughing makes her angry. Seeing her angry makes me laugh even harder. This makes her even more angry.

A very kind door greeter came over to us with pity in her eyes. She said, "You're not having a fit are you? Get in that cart right now and I'll give you a sucker."

Total magic. The LLM was mostly compliant for the better part of the shopping experience. I'm going to have to start keeping suckers in my purse.

PS- Thank you very mucho for all of the kind compli's on my fam. It made my day!

Big Little Adventure

We took the girls on the Heartland Flyer to Ft. Worth, TX! It seemed like it took forever for the train to arrive.

The LLM was a little scared of the train whistle, but she didn't hesitate to get on.

The chairs were so roomy and comfortable! If a person was inclined to nap- they totally could. Unless they discovered that there was beer on the train. Which we did. Papalicious and I decided we liked a good beer buzz early in the morning.

(PS- My bewbies are not really huge, and they were not really falling out of my clothing. Bad camera angle.)

The BLM likes to use my camera to take pictures of me. I'm a good subject.

A rare moment of family togetherness. It was wonderful!

Everyone gets sick of me trying to tell them how to take pictures.

I think I need new foundation. I look goth or something.

The rooms had bunk beds. The girls loved it.

This is called breakfast in bed. If you are a princess that belongs to me- you are rewarded with this kind of service. With a smile, even!

The resort had a wonderful kiddie area. Both girls loved it. Except on day #2, some kid shit in the pool and they had to close it down. It was not my kid, either.

Dear OSB,

Tomorrow I have set my alarm for 5:30. No more lazy for me. I will get up and work on my fitness. I will make good choices. I will settle in to the routine that I know works for me. There will be walking/jogging, squats, and crunches. There will be Weight Watchers Meals and tons of water.

This has got to stop.

Thanks,
Holly

Go Girl!

The Monday Star Student Assembly was so much fun this morning. The school starts every week this way: motivational speech from the principal, fun music, student awards, and a slide show of pictures. The kids were pumped up, and BLM was super happy!

There's More?

I love this Michelob Ultra Pomegranate Raspberry! I actually just like one or two, then switch to MU. I was visiting the website, and low and behold- there is more! They do not carry the other two flavas in my local c-store.

This flavor beer isn't too heavily flavored. It is very light and just a teensy hint of fruit. Perfect for Sunday.

I think I'll have another.

Make Time for Fun

I've got some great stuff planned to help get me through the fall/winter months. I'm going to have to stay tan and stay busy!

First is our trip to the Great Wolf Lodge. The family will take the Heartland Flyer (a passenger train) to Ft. Worth, TX.



Indoor water park fun awaits us! We will be too cool for school. Yes, we are skipping 2 days of school!

The next fun thing on my schedule is a trip to Austin to see my college bestie! I want to see this:

As well as this:

Then we have to go to the State Fair of Texas and do this:

It's all about staying busy, people. The busier I am, the better!

Star Student of the Week

Big Lil Momma is Star Student of the Week! She will get to run across the stage at the weekly awards assembly on Monday morning and give all of the teachers a High Five.

Mrs. Teacher told Daddylicious the news this morning (but didn't tell BLM). When I talked to her this afternoon, she told me the great news. She has had such a fantastic time at school so far. I'm thrilled that we chose to send her to Transitional First Grade rather than on to First Grade. It feels right, and that's such a good thing.

Big Lil Momma has learned some new songs at her new school. She was singing one this morning, and I could hear her singing before I opened her door to greet her. She sang, "My Country Tiz Ta Pee." It was so precious I thought my face was going to melt. I will try to capture the whole song for multi slacking purposes.

The LM's are with their Mimi (making mud pies) and I'm getting my clean on. Clean Sheet Day!

Concierge Service

The Concierge Desk was busy tonight! The Head Concierge has had no moments to sit with quiet thoughts and ponder the meaning of life (or watch TV or surf the Internet).

The Guests were filled with requests tonight! The youngest is very vocal about her wishes and will not hesitate to call my superiors. The oldest is no less vocal, but a little more self sufficient.

A few things went well:

OK. Maybe nothing went well. Quite a few things were off:

*The location of evening activities was totally wrong. We should have been at Mimi's House.
*There was a cracker shortage. Substitutions on the snack menu are not ever appropriate.
*The wrong cup was almost used at meal time.
*Medication had to be dispensed. That is never well received.
*Bath time came too early.
*Bath time ended too early.
*Evening snack decisions were difficult to make. Did not want cereal, crackers, cheese puffs, Doritos, or Cheetos. One guest chose Cookie Crisp. The other one chose to chew a mouthful of Cookie Crisp and spit it on the bedding.
*Book choices were sorely lacking.
*Story time ended too early.
*Good Night Kisses had to be given to each animal. Twice.
*Room location was off. No provisions were made to accommodate sleeping in another guest's room or in the lobby. That one was actually the most anger-provoking occurrence of the evening.
*The wrong cup was given at bedtime. Crucial error. Had to be corrected. Yesterday.

Eventually, I just gave up and left that guest screaming in her room.

I will let you know how my Customer Service Survey turns out in the morning.

Drinking on the Job

Did you know that I work for a company that manages gaming establishments and convenience stores? Today I spent the day playing the part of a Customer Relations Employee. I got to spend an hour at a travel stop and rate the interactions between employees/customers. It wasn't incognito- they knew we (myself and a co worker) were there and what we were doing.

It was hard to stand in front of the cash register area the whole time watching them right up in their face. While business was slow- Co Worker and I wandered the store and inspected the aisles of energy drinks and beverages containing alcohol. It is only natural to do so.

I spotted a six pack of Bacardi Mojito that was perched precariously between the shelf and the glass door. It was going to fall out onto the next patron that wanted to purchase their booze at 10 in the morning. I knew I should have called the experts, but I wanted to save them the trouble. Instead, I took the matter into my own hands. One precious bottle of Pomegranate Mojito was wounded- and Co Worker and I looked like we were trying to booze it up on the job.

The next part of the day was spent going on a tour of our brand-new-not-yet-open casino. We saw the money room, vault, chip cage area, entertainment facilities and uniform distribution area. It was all larger than life.

Following that, we decided to eat in the employee break room restaurant. Huge mistake. H-U-D-G-E. I opted for a nice greasy cheeseburger, and I took one bite. It tasted like cardboard fused together with grease. I'm not one to turn down food, either. I couldn't even mask it with Ranch Dressing (nectar of the Gods).

After the lunch hour, we were posted at the front of the facility to harass our guests into filling out surveys. You know those people at the mall that track you down and try to get you to do something? That was me today. It wasn't bad (it was fun, in fact), as we had free travel mugs with our logo and a drawing for $500. Would you guess that the hook was the mug? People were lining up for those things! They didn't care about the $500!

That's just the first half of the day. The rest of it still awaits me, as I have to wrangle a 6 year old and a 2 year old girls who like to treat me as their own Customer Relations Servant.

Love/Hate

I loathe Labor Day Weekend. It means the end of summer is drawing near. There is nothing good about that. Except football. That's the only thing that can see me through. And the tanning bed. Sunshine year round!




I love Labor Day Weekend. It means catfish fry, daze on the beach, beer, and plenty of sun!





Big Lil Momma wore this do rag for me for about 4 pictures. Then she was over it.

We were so excited that Daddylicious got to join us at the lake this weekend. We hopped on the Sea Doo and spent the day at the beach.










Papalicious has all of the neat and handy lake gagetry. He has a nifty attachment that allows us to put an ice chest on the back of the Sea Doo. It will hold plenty of drinks (beer). Everyone that we talked to commented on our Sea Doo ice chest. It is the shit.

This is Ranger Beach on Lake Texoma. It is mostly family oriented- unlike "The Islands" on the Texass side of the lake. Rumor has it that all the girls (strippers, I'm guessing) wear is pasties on their nipps. We will stick to the Okla by God Homa side of the lake for now.









We motored up to the sandy beach with our PWC and anchored with our sand bag. We were parked next to some folks who were having a Douche Bag contest to see who could win the Labor Day Douche Bag award. The bull shit was thick. It was mainly about who had the bigger/badder toys. It was highly annoying. I think Douche Bags are unaware of the fact that bragging does not impress, it only lets people know how big of an insecure ass hole you are. It was entertaining for us.


Big Lil Momma had fun playing in the sand and swimming. She practiced swimming without her life jacket. Don't freak- She could stand up in the water and I hovered over her like the helicopter mom that I am. She is going to grow fins by next summer!


Poor Little Lil Momma had the beginnings of a cough and cold. She did not get to join us on our beach adventure. Do not worry, she had plenty of fun being Papa's Girl.