Bitchs and Birthdays

I got to thinking tonight as I sat in a quite house that all I have done lately is bitch. If it isn’t one thing or another that I have found to complain about. My last post was just this side of down right hateful and although it was justified, I was still being a bitch. I realized tonight as I went to check on my boys, watching them sleep, listening to their little sighs or mumble how lucky I truly am. It never fails to amaze me that me and the wonderful man I married brought those loves into this world.
Today is my hubby’s 32nd birthday and that got me to thinking just about him. The ins and out of why I love him so much. After ten years I still think my husband is the best thing short of my kids that ever happened to me. I wake up and smile each morning because he is beside me. I still watch him sleep sometimes and it always gives me that settled bone deep happy feeling. I still get butterflies in my stomach when he tells me he loves me. I wait for him to walk in the door everyday and have to walk him to the door every morning, just to get one last second with him and one more kiss. I can clearly recall the first time I meet him. The first time he told me he loved me and when he asked me to marry him. I can still remember his face when I told him we were pregnant and the first time he held each of his sons. I love him more today than I did ten years ago, I didn’t know that was possible. Did you know that every afternoon when he gets home before he does anything else we spend 10-15 minuets alone just talking and catching up about the day. Or that I can not go to sleep at night if our feet are not touching. I still think the way he smokes a cigarette is sexy. When I am upset the first thing he does to make me feel better is put his palm to my check, it is a perfect fit and it never fails to calm me. Did you know that on his phone I have a special ring (song) and when he answers he finishes singing it to me before he even says hello and yes I get giddy at that as well. That I stand by the window and watch his tail lights until I can no longer see them each and every morning as he leaves for work. Did you know that one of my favorite things in the world is cuddling with my hubby? He amazes me daily with his strength and faith. He loves children and would have a house full if he could and I would agree ;) Did you know that he used to play baseball and I still think it is sexy when he gets a chance to play? Yes corny I know, but I find it totally sexy when he is in the field on the tractor or in the garden “farming”. I love that he always wears a baseball cap. Do you know that from day one he has called me “baby” and on the rare occasion he uses my real name I look at him and wonder who he is talking about? He loves to camp and I love sharing a sleeping bag with him. Did you know that there is not one thing he wouldn’t do for me and his kids, literally? I married an amazing man and I am glad I got reminded of that fact! Happy Birthday hubby of mine!!

Powerful or powerless?!?!?!?

Did y’all know that I am capable of ruining some ones life? That I do not care about others feelings? Have the ability to say where they go and what they do, even where they live? I can also hold small children over their heads and use them against someone. I never knew that I had all this power at the tip of my fingers. Just in case you were wondering I also possess the ability to make grown people look stupid, say hateful things, be afraid, lose their mind, be lonely, act like a 2 year old throwing a tantrum, yell, cuss, and cry. Wow I must really be one powerful bitch. It is actually quite scary. I wonder what else I can do if I try. The possibilities are endless. For those of you wondering, the moment has already passed. I have said my peace, spoke my mind (like y’all thought I wouldn’t) and have since moved on. However I will not be forgetting anytime soon and will against better judgment try to be the bigger person. No, I do not need a shoulder to cry upon, pity, a “bless your heart” or even a friendly reminder of my manners. To be perfectly honest, I am quite capable of those things and more. I am a blunt honest person, who very rarely thinks before I speak. There for when it needs to be said or handled, have no doubt that it will be. I am a momma bear who, yes, will do what ever it takes to see my children are happy, healthy, safe and loved. I will not sacrifice the love of one child for the sake of the other and no it is not ok to make a difference between my children, hence the word…”my” children. Believe it or not BOTH of my children are bright, funny, amazing kids that are too young to understand what you do and why. Nor do they understand drama and why some people find it so great. Just in case some have forgotten the fact that when you are in my home, yard, or car you are subject to my temper, mouth, and sometimes very bitchy behavior. Do not act like an insensitive, selfish idiot and you will not be treated as one. If you have the need to be a drama queen please find someone else who enjoys it more than I do. I do not have the time and energy to entertain your stupidity or mood swings. And no some people’s apologies do not carry much weight with me. It is really not an apology if I have to beat it out of you and it is said with so much disdain it makes your teeth hurt. You might as well keep it to your self because you know what me or my boys don’t need to hear it. Lastly, I believe that what goes around comes around and I promise that one day it will hit you so hard you will only be able to guess as to what just happened.

People never cease to amaze me

I always get a kick out of peoples photos. I know that I am trying to be a photographer so I do have a more critical eye. But it cracks me up to see those pictures taken with their web cam or their cell phone. There is this one chick on my space that actually uses her camera and it doesn’t matter if the pictures come out blurry, to dark to see, or what ever she will still post them. (whatever floats your boat) I know that it shouldn’t matter, that face book is not the grandest thing in the world and you probably shouldn’t base any opinion on the things you see on there. But there are some things you should not take a picture of much less put on face book for the whole world to see. You especially do not take a picture of that and put it out there. I am just shocked, maybe I am just a stick in the mud, but I think that is just vulgar and nasty. I am actually ashamed that she is on my friends list. I graduated with her like 12 years ago and once upon a time considered her a friend, not a close friend but still a friend. I always knew she was a little wild and crazy, but I had no idea she was just…….I do not even know the word. Anyway just thought I would share with all of you. Like you needed to be sick to your stomachs early in the morning!!!

check it out!!

Its a Monday.....

I had a big long rant typed out and then deleted it, because lets be honest….everyone hates Monday’s.

I can put it simply though, I am now in a pissy mood. I didn’t want to be, I was trying not to be, but it got me and here I am.

Noah is sick A.G.A.I.N.!!! Judging be the sound of his cough and after listening to his chest, sounds like he has walking pneumonia again. (Poor kid).

They have baseball practice today and guess who will NOT be there and guess who will be calling and dealing with the “wonderful” team mom, who found it necessary to put in all caps to let her know if Noah wasn’t going to be there. Why did she put just that part in all caps?

Adam ticked me off because he doesn’t want to deal with the coach or team mom any more than I do and I thought it should be his turn……he didn’t agree. Yeah that conversation went well.

We have a special meal at Noah’s school Thursday along with a party and egg hunt, hope he is up to going. I have a doctors appointment that morning, guess dad will have to handle that one.

The highlight of my week is not coming until Friday when I get to spend some much over due time with my best friend. I am so excited and nervous.

I have 6, yeas I said 6 loads of laundry to do. How many has gotten done so far……..2 and it is already 2:00 p.m. I also have two bathrooms that desperately need cleaning. Boy that sounds like loads of fun.

It’s cold outside, very cold outside. It is going to be cold on Easter and the boys will not get to wear their matching shorts I bought. At lest I wont have to worry about Adam bitching about them matching.

I do not have anything for the boys Eater baskets yet. I guess I will be headed to Wal-Mart one night soon to take care of that. Maybe I can actually go alone and look at what I am buying.

I am looking for a full time job, nough said!

Well those are my bitches for the day. Maybe tonight I can come up with a light and happy post, don’t see it happening today, but there is always hope.

Hope everyone else’s Monday is going better than mine and you all are staying warm.

Our Spring Break Adventure

I am finally getting around to blogging about our trip. I realize that our trip was like two weeks ago, but better late than never. I know that most of you could care less about seeing pictures of my family and what we did and didn’t do on vacation, but my mother would kill me if I didn’t post some. So the rest of you will have to suck it up and deal with it.lol

We headed out about 4 a.m. on Monday morning the 16^th. We were headed to Gatlinburg TN to test out their new indoor water park. Twelve hours later we arrived. I know, GASP Gatlinburg is only like a three to four hour drive, but Adam and I really wanted to check out a few places on the way up and our first stop was the Cheraholla Sky way, with its claim to fame being the mountain in the clouds. Which I might add was worth the extra time other than all the damn curves on the other side of it. I should have known when all the gift shops were not promoting the beautiful sky way but the piece of road that followed it. This road as they called it (which was really a pig trail carved into the side of a very large mountain) boasted 117 curves in 11 miles. I will stop now and tell you all that I get car sick, never did until I got pregnant with Noah and ever since I can turn green at the mention of flying down a curvy mountain. I don’t care who you are, you would have gotten car sick on this damn pig trail. These were not just curves, but kiss your ass curves (you know, you can kiss your own ass they are so sharp) Needless to say three miles in I was practicing lamas breathing with an old burger king bag between my knees. Only holding my head up long enough to count down the miles as they slowly passed. Slowly is not really the word….crawled by is much more fitting. When we finally got to the bottom I peeled myself off the floor board and got out to check on the boys who themselves looked a little green around the edges only to be told by my wonderful husband that we had missed a turn somewhere and really needed to go back. You do not value your life enough to look at a woman who still looks as if she is going to puke any second, knees wobbling, and is sweating like a buffalo in heat and tell her that we need to do that shit again, seriously leave me here, I’m good. After Adam convinced me to get back in the car and he found it in his best interest to find another way to Gatlinburg we were on our way. We did squeeze in a few more places we had wanted to see and finally made it to our hotel at about 4 p.m. Now I will have to give my kids their props, they were trapped in a car for like twelve hours and were so great about it. They had a lot of energy to run off inside the hotel room, but I felt so bad for them I let them act like a bunch of monkeys.

The next day we headed over to the water park (which I do not have pictures of right now, I took those with a waterproof disposal camera) I will have to say that the indoor water park was a lot better than I thought it would be. They had these really nice lounge chairs and bungalows that were close enough you could let your kids go play, keep them in your eye sight and still relax a little. They have a very nice lazy river that circles the entire place. Two different play areas based on age, two great water slides, three different pools of varying depths and three hot tubs two inside and one attached but outside. We stayed there until Noah and Joseph looked like prunes and Adam and I had had all the water fun we could stand. We did manage to do some walking around down town Gatlinburg, had a nice dinner, and then it was back to the hotel so that anal me could go ahead and pack up for the next leg of our journey.

We headed out the next morning for Boone, NC to go snow tubing. Just in case y’all didn’t know there is not much in Boone, it is a college town and that is about all it has going for it. Well that and a really great delivery pizza joint. Their food was A.M.A.Z.I.N.G. and the guy who owns it is from England with the best accent and he even complemented me on mine and guessed I was from GA. Weird and something you probably didn’t need to know. Moving along, we all were really excited heading over to Sugar Mountain, we didn’t really know what to except. We got exactly what you think you would get going snow tubing. A large two lane snow slope and a bunch of slick ass tubes. This old Indian who ran this place gave us a few simple rules before we started, which I will now relay to you just for future reference: 1. Don’t stand up in the middle of the slope (ya think) 2. Don’t go past the black line at the bottom of the slope. Put your heels down to stop yourself and 3. Do not walk on the magic carpet, just ride it to the top and get off. Ok, sounds simple enough. What this little old Indian didn’t bother to mention is that it is hard as hell to stop a fast flying tube on any part of the slick ass slope. Standing was not an option even if you could do it. When you put your heels down cold, dirty wet snow will shoot up your pants leg and last it is practically impossible to stop a fat chick on a tube holding a screaming kid in the other tube on some imaginary black line he swore was at the bottom of that damn slope. As Adam was recovering Noah and I from the back side of the embankment that we were not supposed to go down, he asked “How did y’all go so fast, Joseph and I couldn’t get going like that” To which I reply “It doesn’t take a rocket scientist, put a fat chick in a slick tub count on the Indian at the top to give your ass a good hard shove and there you go” Then came this magic carpet I had heard so much about and was really looking forward to, it meant that I didn’t have to haul not only my behind, but Noah’s and our tubs back up the slope. Once again that wonderful little Indian failed to mention that this thing was really an escalator with no handles and that the instant your feet touched it, they would be jerked out from under you which would result in the domino effect. Needles to say me, Adam, Noah and poor little Joseph looked like a bunch of flopping fish on an assembly line. Fun times, Oh fun times just let me tell ya! In all honesty it was fun. All of my boys enjoyed themselves and were tuckered out when we were done.

For me the highlight of this trip was the quaint little town of Blowing Rock. I loved this place. Every building there was made of brick or stone. Perfect little side walks with perfect little shops and a great little pub. There was not a spot in town that the out lying mountains were not in view. It was wonderfully beautiful. If I could pick a place to retire and live out my days, it would be there.

Well that pretty much sums up our trip. We all had a great time and it was good to get away as a family. Now, on to some pictures.