Un-Cappy Hampers

The girls have been very un-cappy hampers today. They whined from the moment they woke up until the moment they left with Mimi. Thank God for you, Mimi. You spared the girls from a whoopin' and probably calls from Child Protective Services.

Little Lil Momma did get her first hairs cut today. She did not get a drastic make-over, just a simple trim to even up her long hair. It is really pretty. She got a sucker and some Skittles for being such a good girl.

I've been lame in the membrane over a sitch at work. If you have any positive thoughts or prayers, please send them to my friend that I work with. In your mind, you can refer to her as "Holly's Friend."

I don't like to blog about work, mainly because I'm the only person who finds my work interesting. I also have some friends I work with reading my blog and I like to keep work at work where it belongs.

We are girl free tonight. I'm so happy. I don't plan on doing much of anything. I'm burnt from working and the long week with the girls. I cleansed the bathrooms with bleach today, and our windows have been open, letting fresh air in. Cleansing with bleach and scrubbing the toilets clears my mind. My laundry is as close to caught up as it is ever going to get and fresh sheets await my arrival.

I Enjoy Burffet's (Repeat)

Yes, we have done this before.

But in the depths of my winter-blah's, I had to repost it not only for myself but for those of you who may not have had the pleasure.

I know all of the words to this song.

I might be watching it 16 times today, depending on how bad my cabin fever is.

Enjoy it.

A Day at the Saaa-Lawn

Numero Dos with Cabin Feveraganza! We had an excellent time with the Good Neighbor Girl.

Today I surprised them with a Day at the Saaaa-Lawn (Salon, but say it like you are French).

We had make-overs, complete with mani/pedi's, make up, and hair.

I heard that we are on for Day 3 of school closure. This Mama does not do well. We've already covered that so we'll just stop that convo right now.

Here is are some photos of Salon Day:

Note: I put stickers over Good Neighbor Girl's pretty face. It's not ok to post pictures of other people's chillins!

Ice Day

It happened! Trapped in the house *almost* all day with sleet and ice. The school was closed, so that meant I was home with the LM's.

Want to guess how long they slept in? That'd be 7am. That's right. Seven.

Good news: LLM and I took a killer nap.
More good news: BLM and Good Neighbor Girl are having a sleep-over!
Great news: We have beer!
Sucky news: LLM was a cranky beast.
More sucky news: School is also out tomorrow.

Here are some photos from our WICKED WINTER WEATHER! Yes, roll your eyes people who live in states where there is real winter weather. Okies go into panic mode!

Someone has an OU Flag that is Freezing right now:

The Hizzle:


Someone has an OU Brick that is Cold:

Bordem makes you climb on things:

Bordem makes you put on a life vest and hair flair:

Mr. Coach's Sad Tree

Oh No.

... WINTER STORM WARNING REMAINS IN EFFECT UNTIL 6 PM CST TUESDAY...

A WINTER STORM WARNING REMAINS IN EFFECT UNTIL 6 PM CST TUESDAY.
FREEZING DRIZZLE AND LIGHT FREEZING RAIN WILL CONTINUE ACROSS THE AREA OVERNIGHT AND INTO TUESDAY BEFORE TAPERING OFF FROM NORTHWEST TO SOUTHEAST BY LATE TUESDAY. TOTAL ICE ACCUMULATIONS COULD AVERAGE AROUND ONE QUARTER OF AN INCH...

WITH ISOLATED TOTALS TO NEAR ONE HALF INCH POSSIBLE. AT A MINIMUM... TRAVEL IMPACTS ARE EXPECTED... ALTHOUGH THE POTENTIAL WILL ALSO EXIST FOR GREATER ICE ACCUMULATIONS... THAT COULD RESULT IN DAMAGE TO TREES... POWER LINES... AND OTHER STRUCTURES.

A WINTER STORM WARNING MEANS SIGNIFICANT AMOUNTS OF SLEET AND ICE ARE EXPECTED OR OCCURRING. THIS WILL MAKE TRAVEL VERY HAZARDOUS OR IMPOSSIBLE.

This could mean that school will be cancelled for tomorrow, which means daycare will be closed. Which mean there will be an outbreak of Cabin Fever by 9am.

Thankfully, the pantry and fridge is stocked. There is milk, eggs, bread, stuff to make cup cakes, breakfast fixings, and plenty to eat. There is also beer, which I naturally cannot drink at 9am unless it is lake time. (Scuse my lake obsession lately. It's the only thing that sees me through this winter weather).

The crappy thing is, the school system won't cancel until early am if at all. That means I'll have to get up at 5 to check the weather. Can't they just cancel it so I can sleep in? Oh, I forgot. My girls only sleep in on school days. I bet they have a sense of a bad weather day off too.

This is the sort of weather that makes me go haywire and book vacation. It was January of last year when I booked our cruise. I do have a vacation to plan soon, and this is perfect weather to dream of being on the beach.

Stingray City, Grand Cayman, last April:

June 2009- Grand Coco Beach- Playa Del Carmen

Focus, Momma... FOCUS!

Just a few more months!

Survival Mode Saturday

It isn't even the stroke of 9:00am and I'm already questioning how I might be able to make it through the day without a mental breakdown.

Most of my words are like this. (Kids driving me crazy, etc.) Am I not cut out for this life in which I lead?

I don't feel like this in the summer time, that I'm aware of. Winter pisses me off. It's boring. What can you do? You can't go put on your bathing suit first thing and go for a golf cart ride. You can't start packing your ice chest for your day at the dock. You can't be looking forward to a long boat ride, many beverlies, and perhaps a nap out on the water.




Three months is a loooong way away. Call the Waaaaaaaahmbulance.

I had another visit in the night from the small one. I just got in her bed. It wasn't the ideal sitch, but we did sleep until after 7, so that's a win.

Boomerang Baby

UGH, FSS! The Little Lil Momma has decided that she's Not That Into her BGB (big girl bed). Three times this week we have had visits in the night. Last night was the night of the Boomerang Baby.

I put her to bed early because she didn't nap. She popped out 3 times while we were still awake.

She finally fell asleep, but around midnight she popped up by my night stand. I got her and put her back to bed. I put her movie back on (DON'T YOU JUDGE ME) and went back to bed.

Again, she popped back up by my night stand. I took her back to bed and climbed in with her (DON'T YOU JUDGE ME) for about an hour.

She boomeranged BACK TO MY NIGHTSTAND at 5am and I didn't have it in me. I just threw her in bed with us and we snoozed until my alarm went off. I had a bad dream that it was Monday. God knows that I've had a rough one (with all of the dying and final plans and working and whatnots). Thank God it's Friday.

However, my Momma's have a sense of the difference between school/weekend days. They want to sleep in on school days and wake up early to Carpe Diem on the weekends. What is that, exactly? And why am I always the one that gets up with the Satan's Helpers?

Anyhow, I have settled in for a beer and an anxiety pill (no judging) and we are watching Pee Wee's Playhouse.

Taa-Daaa!!!!

Look, here it is!


It looks great- perfect, exactly what I wanted!

Shannon made this for me and it is exactly what I wanted, thanks Shannon!

I predict by summer time we will all be enjoying our own beverlies out of the Mamalicious Koozie. Maybe we can even have a virtual party of us drinking our beverlies out of our koozies. You can take pictures of the koozie in action (especially if it goes somewhere special, like out of town or to a bar or party) and send it to me. I'll post it on the blog and you can tell me your story of where your koozie went.

This is going to be fun!

New Word: Kitchenheimer's

Definition: When you're in the kitchen going around in circles because you can't remember what you were doing there. Thanks, Urban Dictionary! I find myself doing this all of the time. It's sort of a spin move, or a pivot, if you will. I almost got the chance to sit down on the couch for a second until my kitchenheimer's kicked in and I remembered that I had to pick out clothes for tomorrow (part of my routine). I did the pivot move midway between my kitchen and my couch. I'm glad no one was looking because they would have thought I was crazy.

So, I lived through the night and through the work day. I was too busy to die. At one point during the day I missed 5 phone calls during a phone conversation plus a call on my brickberry. I believe that my fever broke some time during mid-afternoon. I wrote everything down that I did today, just in case I forgot during some kind of fever induced work spasm.

For some unknown cause, both LM's ended up in our bed last night. I felt the small one steam roll over me around 2:30 in the morning, and I was too tired to have the "get back in your bed" fuss. I plopped her between DDL and I. At that time, he lifted the covers on his side of the bed and revealed the other girl. The little one does not like to sleep with covers and she kicks me in the ribs. Daddy bounced and got to sleep in BLM's bed. I should have gone to LLM's bed, but I have a feeling they would have found me.

I think I'll sleep in the recliner tonight. Not everyone will want to sleep in this chair, right?

And hai if you have stumbled into my weirdass world from Okie Blog Awards! I was super excited to see my blog listed in two catergories!

Death and Dying

Remember when I had Strip Throat in December and I almost died? Well, I think it's back to finish me off for sure this time. My throat feels like it was "raped by a rake" (not a description that I made up, I read it somewhere else and it totally describes the way my throat feels.)

My ears hurt, my eyes are itchy and glassy, my head hurts and I am dying. My closets are cluttered and my house isn't clean, so I can't really die because that would be embarrassing.

However, I have made my final plans. Actually, I've known about my final plans for a long time. I want to make sure they are documented so that everyone will know my wishes. This blog is legally binding, right?

I do not wish to be embalmed and buried. I don't want people looking at me when I'm dead. I equate this with someone looking at me while I sleep, and I think it's creepy. Please cremate me.

Put my ashes in a mason jar or something else. I have plans for those- hang in there and read with me.

If my passing occurs during the winter months, you're to wait until July to have my services. The service won't be so much a service as it will be a big BBQ. Someone will smoke an assload of ribs, brisket, cowboy beans, brats, and all of the fixin's (satanic eggs, corn on the cob, etc.)

There is to be beer, beer, and more beer. You will be drinking beer and listening to rap music at the lake house. You could go down to the dock with your drinking. Perhaps get a big group of people to go out on the boat and go to circle beach (AKA Johnson Creek Beach). Play in the sun, drink beer, laugh and remember that you are in my favorite place and that is my heaven.

Take my ashes back to the dock and sink them down into the water below the boat. I will chill there forever. Pour out some beer for your homie and do not shed a tear. Enjoy a party in my honor.

We may have to make a few trial runs at this during the summer time. I want to make sure that everyone knows how to do it. NO COUNTRY MUSIC or I will haunt you forever!!!!

Hopefully, I'll wake up tomorrow and I won't be dead or dying of strep throat. I really honestly have too much to do at work to take any time off or to die.

So, here is me- at my favorite place in the whole wide world. It is my Daddy's place, and I'm pretty sure his final plans will be quite similar to mine. So when we are there, our family will know how happy we are resting in the murky waters of beautiful Lake Texoma!

I Know You Are But What Am I?

The Big Little and I went to see Hotel for Dogs this afternoon. I have to say that I really, really liked it! It was totally sweet.

We are now home watching Pee Wee's Big Adventure. I *loved* this movie as a kid in the 80's and my kids love it too. If you don't have it, you should really think about buying it for your kids. Yeah, I know PW turned out to be a freak- but kids don't know that.

This is about the 5th or 6th time we've watched it since it arrived (from heaven above, ebay).

Party Like A Hot Sexy Momma

Remember the post about the Neighbor Girl? I am reminded of it every day because it hasn't rained and there is still a bit of chalk on my front door step (even though I tried rinsing it off). I just haven't gotten down on my hands and knees and given it a proper scrubbing.

Anyhow, BLM & myself have the day off of work/school today for MLK Day. We decided to take the goggies on a walk and work on our fitness. As we finished up with some cardio (we ran in intervals, as interval training is really good for calorie burning), we passed by the Neighbor Girl's grandparents house. (They live right next door).

BLM is quite the runner, so she had already beat me home by the time I walked by NG's house. I saw this in chalk in their drive way, "Party Like a Hot Sexy Momma."

Again, NG is 8 years old. She lives with her single mother in another town. I don't know her mother, don't even know her name. However, I'm full of questions as to why an 8 year old can know of or write anything being hot/sexy. It blows my mind. It bothers me and it worries me for her. That doesn't excuse bratty behavior.

But what do I know? I don't have an 8 year old. I'm pretty sure if my 8 year old wrote or talked about being a hot sexy momma, I'd take her to therapy on the double.

Embracing Our Heritige

DL and I are both Native American Indians. Neither of us were raised in a traditional Indian home with the language and traditions of our culture. I'm proud to work for a Native American tribal organization and I never miss the chance to tell anyone who will sit still for a second about it. Hang in there, because this gets better.

DL is Creek.

I am Choctaw.




Being a tribal member has many benefits including free health care. Many tribal members receive what everyone around here calls "Indian Houses." They are built by the tribe in the area, and they are brick homes and every one of them has a storm shelter.

You can always tell that they are "Indian Houses" because there is always a million toys in the front yard, maybe an old car on the side propped up on blocks, and lots of cars parked in the driveway and in the yard. Indians are tight knit families and they spend all of their time having fun with aunts, uncles, and a trillion cousins. It's a good thing, and it's a good thing that the tribe provides the housing.

Our home is not a traditional Indian home. We started out in a 2 BR 1 BA house and have worked our way up to where we live now. The house is really pretty on the outside, the front yard is free of kid-debris, yard kempt, minimal but appropriate landscaping. The inside is updated with new everything (flooring, counter tops, light fixtures, paint, etc.)

And, then you have the back yard.

This is where we embrace our heritage and we let it all hang out. There are toys out there from the summer. Those toys have been shredded by the dogs. There are plastic cups left out there from the girls refreshments. Those have been shredded by the dogs. There's a big bag of pinion wood sitting out by the fire pit and a pile of newspapers just sitting there waiting for the wind to blow it into the yard so the dogs can tear it up. You'll find an ice chest or two left there from BLM's birthday party in August. If you look around the side of the house there is a plastic container full of My Little Ponies that have been left to the elements. I have about 6 big (nice looking) plant containers turned upside down just waiting for someone to fill them with dirt. If I'm not careful, the dogs will get those too.

That's classy. You'd never know it from looking at the front of the house, or even if you just came inside the house. Just don't ask to go into my back yard until at least April. I'm not about to spend my time out there in the cold ass weather.

The Year of Mamalicious

I've decided. It's my year. I'm doing thangs. I'm doing thangs for me. Yeah, I'm doing things for other people too (of course) but lots of things are going to be about me and for me to me by me.

Would you like to know? I'll be keeping you in the loop. I'm just saying that this is my year. Going to be 35. That's a big deal. I'm kind of a big deal.

• Celebrate 10 years in a BIG WAY! DDL- if you are reading, it would be so cool if you proposed to me again and we could renew our vows on our trip! I'm just throwing that out there in case you want to think about it. I'd say YES one million times over!


• Make time for me and clear my mind and relax. Don't sweat the small stuff. This is hard for me. Might not happen.


• Tuck the tummy. You heard me. I made an appointment for a consultation. I'm scared to death but this is for me by me!
  
  
  

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The One About the Hair Rollers

Last night we spent at least 20 minutes on BLM's hair. We braided it wet, and it was nice and wavy when she went to school this morning. Smart me- if wavy is good, curly will be even more fun!

I stopped at Wal Green's to buy some soft rollers. We talk it up, it's exciting! We're going to sleep in them. I spend 30 minutes rolling the perfect coif, and she refuses to leave them in. What a turd. Her hair had a little curl, but not curly culy! UGH, that GIRL!!!

You knows who sees the action, so you know who had to keep them in and take them out as soon as BLM did.

Girls=Fun!

Business Person

I am a Business Person. This means I do not have time for silly delays. This is a phrase that was coined by my grandmother (who we will call Herself). Herself was at the bank one day and the teller couldn't pull up her account or some other such silliness and she told the teller that she was a Business Person and she didn't have time for those kinds of delays!

She is/was one of A-Duh's first business women and has spent many years in Real Estate and knows more than anyone about the biz. She was the first person in our family to graduate from college, and I think she was in her 60's. She didn't even go past the 6th grade. Remarkable!

So- back to me. I'm a busy business person. I've been a road warrior all week long (3 out of 5 days). I've been bustin' my hump and I still can't get my work done. But I love it. I just hope that my boss looks at me with favor. I don't ever cause any trouble and I almost never need her to be a Chief Obstacle Remover (COR) for me. However, this week I did. It wasn't all my fault but some of the blame is on me (not much, just a little). I just want to make her look good and help our company.

Is that boring, do forgive.

I did get to meet with Sasha and Slim for lunch this week. Slim brought her slice o 8 month old baby and I got to feed him his nummy bottle and, wow, that made my day. Eight month olds are delish. I gobbled him up and it was such a treat.

The Sasha's and the Licious family are going to see The Imagination Movers in Ft. Worth in March. Mr. Sasha scored us box seats so the kids can rock out without restriction. I made the mistake of telling the LM's about it. It's gonna be a long time until March because they are going to be asking me every day.

From the Mouth of BLM:

What are you doing?
Is this just a blog? Are you going to send it? Here it is:

All About Hailey:
Hailey is my friend. She's my dog too. She's very playful, very fun, and very happy. Sometimes she's lazy. She likes playing with Daisy. And she also likes to be petted. She likes to play catch with Daisy. The End.

All About LLM:
I have a sister named LLM. I love her. She's my friend. I like her hugs kisses and we play with each other. And. On her next birthday she's gonna be 3. She can jump off the dock. She can play with Sydney.




By BLM

Super Nannylicious

This is the way I looked at work today. Well, almost. I was wearing a red turtleneck sweater and my glasses.

I was also dragging my rolling laptop case behind me. When I got to the entrance of my office, I glanced at myself in the glass door and I looked like Super Nanny or Nanny 911. I don't know if it was the hat or the rolling laptop case or the combo of the two, but I cracked myself up. Thank GOD I didn't have to deal with any naughty or ill behaved children at my job.

I had a really bad dream last night. I shouldn't even be blogging about it. I will go ahead and proceed with it, just because I can't leave you hanging about my really bad dream.

In my dream, DL had purchased me a house for our anniversary. He moved us in without my knowledge, and the first time I saw the house was when he had gotten everything moved in and unpacked.

At first, I was impressed. He had gotten antique furnishings and our friend had helped him decorate and it looked great.

THEN I WENT INTO THE KITCHEN. This is where the bad dream starts. He was mopping the linoleum floor with Pledge. First of all, it was the vinyl flooring that made me furious with him. I could NOT believe that he moved me into a house that had vinyl floors. UGLY UGLY vinyl floors, not the new kind that look similar to tile.

On top of that, the kitchen wood work was the ugliest wood ever. It had old ass hard wear. Every house we've ever lived in had this ugly wood work in the kitchen and we've always been freakishly obsessed with painting it.

NEXT, the tile back splash in the kitchen was bright blue tile and the counter tops were Formica.

I was highly upset when I woke up, in fact I had to look and make sure that I was still in my room in my house.

I think this means I'm a shallow-obsessed-with-my-house person. Now you know the real me. Hey. I'm living in a material world.

I will post the Cornbread Chili recipe in the comments section here. Please feel free to post your quick and easy recipe's in the comments. Slim- I am all about out of a can cooking. However, I do not desire to handle raw meat. It grosses me out and I can't do it.

Boring Dinner Blog

What is worse than having to cook one time per day? Having to cook 2 times in one day. When I got home from work, I checked the pot of crock at my pork chop/potato concoction and I literally gagged. It was so freakin' sick. I dumped it right down the garbage disposal. It was SICK.

I ended up cooking my cornbread/chili casserole, which everyone loved and there isn't a drop left!

How boring! I'll stop myself right now before I blog anymore boring cooking blogs. DULL to the MAX.

Sorry about it.

Tomorrow: frozen pizza (YES!!)
Wednesday: White Chicken Chili (YUMMMM)
Thursday: Don't know
Friday: Don't know

Cooking is the worst part of the day. I agonize between 4-5 about what I am going to do, because I have not even thought about it. It is just a stress that I don't need!

The Anti-Cook

Is cooking again. AND I went to the grocery store and purchased raw meat to make meals with. OK, I did buy some frozen meat, too, as well as frozen veggies. I feel guilty that my husband is home at night now and I can't do any better than a frozen pizza.

DDL's parentals are coming for a visit. I have been cooking Tortilla Soup in the crock pot. I found a package of tortilla soup mix and added the appropriate amount of water as well as some (frozen) chicken fajita meat. It smells delish. We will also have salad to go along with that.

Other things that I won't bore you with that are on the menu for the: white chicken chili, pork chops, and a chili/cornbread casserole.

**Disclaimer**
I reserve the right to NOT cook any of these items stated above. Thank you.

I sure wish I was taking a nap right about now. The girls took over my DVR in my bedroom so I have no place to hide. I can't hide on the recliner because if the grandparentals show up, my nap will be over.

Oh well. No naps for me this weekend I guess.

Christmas Pictures

It has taken me this long to post our professional Christmas pictures. I had to ask the photographer for permission and then I had to actually do the hard work of scanning and posting them.

So, here they are!

Tyson Brown Photography took these wonderful pictures. I'm so pleased with the way they turned out. He really captured their little personalities. And, of course, the pettiskirts didn't hurt!

Again, Tyson Brown took these and he's great! If you need a photographer, please contact my good friend Tyson at 580-421-9446. He will have his website up and running soon and I will post a link when he gives the word!

Ten Years!

Ten whole years?!? I can't believe that DL and I are coming up to the ten year mark!

It is a BIG DEAL in my mind to reach the ten year milestone. We are going to celebrate with a trip, and hopefully one of these shiny things. Tell me which one you like best. I like them all!

#1

#2

#3

#4 (the one on the top with the sapphires)

#5

Things to note: My wedding band is a pear shaped diamond with 2 baguettes on either side. DDL picked it out all by himself with no help from me. That fact alone has been very special and meaningful to me. I don't know how many carats it is or anything, but it isn't small. My hands are pretty dainty, so luckily it doesn't take a big stone to make it look significant!

DDL had never "heard" of a Past, Present, Future anniversary ring. (I think he's just making it up that he'd never heard of it but don't tell him that I said so).

DDL's momma has a jewelry store and will go to market to find whatever I pick out.

Please tell me which one you like! I am pretty sure I know what I want, but I'd like to see what other people think before I send MIL the picture and ask her to shop!

Thanks, Michelle!

This is the first time I have participated in a blog award! It isn't that I don't love them, but I often have a hard time choosing who to nominate because there are so many wonderful women here that I am in cyber love with!

The Rules:
1. Put the logo on your blog or post
2. Nominate 10 blogs that show gratitude or great attitude or both
3. Be sure to link your nominees within your post
4. Let them know they have received this award by commenting on their blog
5. Share the love and link this post to the person whom you received your award from

And I award...

1) Amania- you always have the good words coming out of your mouth. I appreciate your comments and your perspective on things. I know I would fit in with your family. We could communicate just by using our eyebrows.

2) Lacy- You might be my sister from another mister. I enjoy your sense of humor more than you know. I miss our emails. Some day, me n mimi will come to VABCH with our Hummer and our Beverlies. It will be on.

3) Anniebannanie- I love you. You are an inspiratial Momma and you make me laugh. I have so many wonderful memories of our time growing up with Jenny Jen and our carnival and lip synching to Duran Duran. I want to see you and your sister soon.

4) Confessions from an ImPLUSive Addict: You are too funny for words. I have really enjoyed reading your blog and getting to know you. I'm thinking positive thoughts for you and I hope your b-day is not as hard on you as you thought it would be.

5) Katy- Are there really any words for how great I think you are? I'm glad you started blogging. I love being able to BE in your world even though you are too far away. You have completed me since the days of the first Presby Church and all of our dancing antics.

6) Christy- I need more words from your blog. I love you and I love your boys. I need to know what ya'll are doing Saturday so we can get the kids together for some play. I think the world of you and I'm looking forward to spending some Little Glasses time together.

7) Maggie- Thanks for keeping me entertained on the BHB as of late. I enjoy your posting and have loved getting to know you better!

8) Jen- I am also enjoying getting to know you on the thread killer thread. You are fun and funny and you keep me wanting to read/post on our home away from home, the BHB!

9) Gretchen- I don't know if you participate in awards or not. I'm thinking about you and your recent post on the BHB and I'm thinking of you and wishing an easy decision for you.

10) Sasha- You inspired me to blog and I think about you every day. You and I have been like sisters before. I love talking with you and peeking inside the life and times. I don't know if you do awards, either, but here it is. Don't feel obligated to participate, just know that I'm showing you my love!

Thanks again, Michelle! That was fun. I could list all of you as my favorite peeps. This is my therapy and the way I exercise my creative side and spill my guts. Thanks for reading and commenting, you make my life!

Sam Bradford- Our Little Sooner

I forgot to mention this a few weeks ago. It's a beautiful story, really.

After the Heisman Trophy Awards Ceremony, the BLM saw his photo in the newspaper.

She said, "OH, that's Our Little Sooner!" and gave his picture a kiss.

We love you Sooners! It's a Mutha Truckin' War Zone out there! You gotta be Mutha Truckin' Soldja's!

Dinner= Boring Blog

It sure was tastee. Too much trouble. I don't have enough patience or time and it gets on my nerves and I'm annoyed because of it.

Last night I put a bag of pinto beans in the crock pot. We had leftover ribs from Chili's the other night, so I stuck those in there. I added salt, pepper, and a beef bouillon cube. I filled the pot full of water and set it on low to cook overnight.

This morning, I stuck it in the fridge.

I rolled back into town from my training at 4pm and dashed home. I put the beans back on high on the crock pot and added about 1/2 a cup of Head Country BBQ sauce. I let that soak in for a good hour and a half on high.

I made sweet cornbread, fried okra (from a bag people, hello), and iced tea. The meal was delightful.

I don't cook and this might be the last time I cook in 2009. I get "teased" all of the time about my "cooking" skills or lack thereof. I guess "cooking" in my house is throw something frozen in the oven.

I cannot help it. I work FULL TIME. I get home at 5. There are small people in this house that have large demands. I can't "cook" and do laundry and entertain and take care of homework all in the same small span of time.

So this cooking event threw me right over edge tonight. I'm out of Xanax as of tonight. I don't have an appointment with the psychiatrist until next week. Who knows if I'm nutty enough for him to give me a refill, but after tonight I really feel like I could use an IV of Xanax or one of those pumps like they give diabetic patients.

Seriously, my life is NOT THAT HARD. I don't know why I took it hard today. Perhaps it was the 5 loads of laundry staring me in the face. Maybe it was the long and boring trip to DunnKann I took today. Maybe it was the raging pain in my jaw from clenching my teeth.

Oh well, excuse me. Tomorrow is another day. Off for another beverly.

I Have A Big Girl!

LLM pee pee'd in the potty tonight!!!!!!!!!!!!! First time EVER at home. She did this ON HER OWN without being asked. I was shocked! And so very proud! Maybe this is the start of something?? She'll be 2.5 on the 11th of this month. I have not pushed PTing at all. Maybe she's ready? All I know is that I'm excited!

I had a great first day back at work. It didn't take long for my brain to get back into work mode. I did have a hard time getting the girls stirred around this morning, and I aimed to get them in bed earlier. That didn't so much work out. But, they are in bed now.

My house is quiet, but there are dirty dishes in the sink and clean clothes folded on the couch. I do not have it in me to deal with those matters tonight.

My house also smells of the delightful smell of a pot of beans cooking (boring, warning!) I put some ribs in there as well as a few other types of beans other than pinto beans. I'll add some BBQ sauce to it tomorrow before I serve it. There will be cornbread and perhaps some fried okra.

2008- What A Year!

Make an on-line slide show at www.OneTrueMedia.com

This was fun to make! I made it more for me, so if you don't want to subject yourself to many minutes of Licious Family Photos, don't feel bad!

My Testes

They grew some public hairs today! (shewwww, that's gross.)

I totally wasn't going to say anything, but the more I thought about it the angrier it made me. The BLM saw that the girl had been chalking our sidewalk (and driveway AND their drive way AND our mail box). I didn't take the time to let her sound out what was written, so she is clueless. I'm a shielder like that.

So, I come home from running another errand by myself. Neighbor girl runs up to me when I pull up asking if BLM was home.

Me: Yes, she is. Did you come ring the doorbell earlier?

Neighbor Girl: Yes.

Me: Did you borrow some chalk?

Her (eyes down, turning her back): Uh, no.

Me: Well, that's not true. I know you did because you wrote something about BLM in our driveway. Tell me what you wrote.

Her: BLM's a loser.

Me: Do you think we should tell your Grandma?

Her: Uh, no. That's ok.

Me: Oh, wait, there's your Grandpa. What's his name? Let's go tell him about it right now.

Her: Uh.

Me: Hi Mr. Neighbor! Isn't it a nice day today? I wanted to let you know that Neighbor Girl has been over at my house and she wrote something not very nice about BLM on my sidewalk and driveway. Neighbor girl, would you like to tell Mr. Neighbor what you wrote?

Her (shy): BLM is a loser.

Me: I don't think that's very nice. Why would you write that about BLM if you wanted her to come and play with you? I don't think she will be playing with you after you write that about her on her drive way.

Mr. Neighbor: Sugar, that's not nice. Go say you're sorry and give her a hug.

Me: No thank you. BLM does not know anything about it and I would like to keep her feelings from being hurt but you can apologize to me.

Her (shy): I'm sorry.

Mr. Neighbor: Sugar, that's no way to make friends.

Me: No, it isn't and BLM will not play with friends who are not nice.

And end scene with a hair flip and a walk away.

Thank GOD we only see her on school breaks. We do have another nice neighbor girl that we love to play with.

I would have totally handled it differently as a parent of a child who defaced property and wrote ugly things, but whatever. I can't fix that, all I can do is keep the distance.

The Neighbor Girl

Wears the hat of an ass.

She's 8 years old. When we first moved to the neighborhood, I was excited that BLM would have a friend next door to play with.

During the first play session, I heard the little girl (who was 7 at the time) use the F word. I saw her wiggle her hips at her grandpa and say, "Look at me, Grandpa, I'm seeeexxxxy!!!" I also saw her try to hold the BLM's head under water when they were swimming.

At that time, I decided that all play sessions were to be supervised. After a few more off things, I've always told her that we were busy and couldn't play. She moved away (but her grandparents still live next door).

She is always here in the summer, and all other school breaks.

The last time she came over, the girls were not home. She rang the door and asked DL if he was the only man at home and if she could come play (?)

Today, I the girls and I were grocery shopping and she came over and rang the door.

DL said that we were gone and closed the door. When we got home from shopping, I saw that they wrote in chalk on our sidewalk that said, "BLM is a loser" in two different places.

I'm P*SSED.

Good Morning, 2009!

I partied so hard, I can't believe it. Even more amazing, I'm awake before 7 am! I even went to sleep with a full face of make up on.

At 9:30pm! The hell you say! Yes. Yes I did.

I had a little slumber party with BLM in my bed and somewhere around 3:00am, LLM got in bed with me too. I woke up to give those LLM's juicy cheekers some kisses, stared at the girls, then I got so excited I couldn't fall back asleep.

I will be meeting Sasha, Gretchen, and a few other online friends today for some coffee. I have known Sasha since first grade, but Gretchen lives in Texas and is passing through Nor-Man today. I have to meet these people in person!

The LLM is not top notch, so that sucks. I had to pick her up early from daycare yesterday. She goes from tippy top notch to down in the dumps. I know she over-does it when she DOES feel good but she cannot be stopped. I hope we are over this very soon.

I've had 4 cocaine donuts for breakfast (powdered sugar donuts). I'm starvin marvin.