Friday, March 30, 2007


Yesterday, I was finally feeling better after being sick for a few days. I was able to run a few errands and even meet some friends for lunch. I got the girls bathed and in bed, the baby fell asleep around 8pm, so I was able to enjoy "The Office" marathon on NBC, and then watch LOST. Well, I went to bed looking forward to a good Friday, feeling better and all. I was woken up at 4am by my car alarm going off (it was in the garage). It has a short in the wiring, so occasionally it will just go off randomly. I didn't feel too great when I ran downstairs to turn it off, but I just figured it was because it was 4am. Well, 7am comes and it's time to get my oldest ready for school. I feel like death warmed over. YUCK! I called my friend and after she took the oldest to school, she came back and took the other 2 home with her. I slept until 3:30pm. Thank goodness for angels like that! So my hopes for a nice Friday were a total fake out! I just don't think that's very funny. :(

Thursday, March 29, 2007

The trail

I'm sitting at the computer (nothing abnormal about that) holding the baby. I hear some commotion down south. The little guy is taking care of his business. I let him finish, then lay him on the ground to change his diaper. Yep, it's a whopper! Well, I get him cleaned up (thank goodness it didn't leak!) and the dirty diaper is sitting to the side, waiting for me to rediaper the baby and button up his clothes. The cutest little 4 year old I know decides at that precise moment that she needs these two toys at that very instant. Her cute little size 8 foot plops right into the heap of the dirty diaper. I can't react fast enough! She proceeds to wipe her tainted foot on my rug. I grab her arm screaming out of despiration for her to keep her foot up, and I pull her onto the couch. What a nice trail to clean up! Good thing I'm stocked up on Lysol from the Grocery Game!

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

The Funny Dragon by my 6 yr old daughter

There once was a dragon. His name was Max. He liked to eat a cookoo flower. They were pink and blue. One day Max left his home. When he got to the dragon forest, he was scared. Then he came up to a thorn bush. Then he found something eating in there. He wondered what it was. It was a little cookoo dragon. His name was Michael. He liked to be silly. Max and Michael were friends. One day Michael told a silly joke to Max.

"Knock, Knock!" said Micheal.

"Who's there?" asked Max.

"Orange," said Michael.

"Orange who?" asked Max.

"You know! Orange the color!" laughed Michael.

They laughed together.

The End

The joys of motherhood

This is a hysterical story that a friend posted on another site. It's a little long, but well worth the read. (You might to pee before you read it, you'll be laughing like crazy!)

A 3-year-old tells all from his mother's restroom stall.
By Shannon Popkin

My little guy, Cade, is quite a talker. He loves to communicate and does it quite well. He talks to people constantly, whether we're in the library, the grocery store or at a drive-thru window.

People often comment on how clearly he speaks for a just-turned-3-year-old. And you never have to ask him to turn up the volume. It's always fully cranked. There've been several embarrassing times that I've wished the meaning of his words would have been masked by a not-so-audible voice, but never have I wished this more than last week at Costco.

Halfway, through our shopping trip, nature called, so I took Cade with me into the restroom. If you'd been one of the ladies in the restroom that evening, this is what you would have heard coming from the second to the last stall:

"Mommy, are you gonna go potty? Oh! Why are you putting toiwet paper on the potty, Mommy? Oh! You gonna sit down on da toiwet paper now? Mommy, what are you doing? Mommy, are you gonna go stinkies on the potty?"

At this point I started mentally counting how many women had been in the bathroom when I walked in. Several stalls were full ... 4? 5? Maybe we could wait until they all left before I had to make my debut out of this stall and reveal my identity.

Cade continued, "Mommy, you ARE going stinkies aren't you? Oh, dats a good girl, Mommy! Are you gonna get some candy for going stinkies on the potty? Let me see doze stinkies, Mommy! Oh ... Mommy! I'm trying to see in dere. Oh! I see dem. Dat is a very good girl, Mommy. You are gonna get some candy!"

I heard a few faint chuckles coming from the stalls on either side of me. Where is a screaming newborn when you need her? Good grief. This was really getting embarrassing. I was definitely waiting a long time before exiting. Trying to divert him, I said, "Why don't you look in Mommy's purse and see if you can find some candy. We'll both have some!"

"No, I'm trying to see doze more stinkies. Oh! Mommy!" He started to gag at this point. "Uh oh, Mommy. I fink I'm gonna frow up. Mommy, doze stinkies are making me frow up!! Dat is so gross!!"

As the gags became louder, so did the chuckles outside my stall. I quickly flushed the toilet in hopes of changing the subject. I began to reason with myself: OK. There are four other toilets. If I count four flushes, I can be reasonably assured that those who overheard this embarrassing monologue will be long gone.

"Mommy! Would you get off the potty, now? I want you to be done going stinkies! Get up! Get up!" He grunted as he tried to pull me off. Now I could hear full-blown laughter. I bent down to count the feet outside my door.

"Oh, are you wooking under dere, Mommy? You wooking under da door? What were you wooking at, Mommy? You wooking at the wady's feet?" More laughter. I stood inside the locked door and tried to assess the situation.

"Mommy, it's time to wash our hands, now. We have to go out now, Mommy." He started pounding on the door. "Mommy, don't you want to wash your hands? I want to go out!!"

I saw that my "wait 'em out" plan was unraveling. As I sheepishly opened the door, and found an open sink, I thought, Where's the fine print on the 'motherhood contract' where I signed away every bit of my privacy?

But as my little boy gave me a big, cheeky grin while he rubbed bubbly soap between his chubby little hands, I thought, I'd sign it all away again, just to be known as Mommy to this little fellow.

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Sharing. Not always a good thing

So my oldest daughter has strep. I took her to the Dr yesterday and she started her on antibiotics. Well, this morning I wake up with a sore throat, headache and body aches. Yuck! Someone needs to teach that kid that it's not good to share germs!

Sunday, March 25, 2007

This was hysterical!

I found this funny little quiz, and here is what it thinks I should weigh...

You Should Weigh 185

If you weigh less than this, you either have a fast metabolism or are about to gain weight.
If you weigh more than this, you may be losing a few pounds soon!

Just about 80 pounds off....

Saturday, March 24, 2007

And the wind blew....

After my grocery shopping trip, I unloaded the groceries in my car, then looked for my receipt to bask in my savings. I looked in the cart where I thought I had left I looked in my purse, no again. I looked in my coupon notebook (yes, I have a coupon notebook), strike out again. I even crouched down and looked under all the cars near by. Nothing! How was I supposed to know how well I did? I was so upset!!! :( Well, I got in the car and proceeded to leave to head to the next store when lo and behold, what do I see? A piece of paper flapping against the curb. I pull over and jump out.....TRIUMPH!!! The receipt had been found!!! And here are the beautiful savings:

Total: $87.62
I paid: $18.60
Saved: $69.02 79% savings

At the next store, I bought a TON of stuff! Here are the numbers for that trip:

Total: $329.56
I paid: $115.00
Saved: $214.56 65% savings

Friday, March 23, 2007

Audio Difficulties

My 4 year old loves to watch old home movies from when the girls were younger. Of course, I'm behind the camera filming. Then I hear voice. Why is it that whenever you hear your own voice recorded that it sounds so nerdy? I think I'll be mute whenever I film again.

Thursday, March 22, 2007

I'm a pepper.....

Dr Pepper addict that is! I love this stuff! I wish I could hook up an IV....well, not really. I love the taste, so an IV would skip that step. That's no good. Maybe just an all Dr Pepper diet will do. (The best Dr Peppers are from Sonic with that yummy Sonic ice!)

My name is muggle, and I'm a couponaholic!

Okay, so some know that I am a couponaholic. Yes, that's right....I don't buy anything without a coupon or a sale! I do this thing called The Grocery Game. It's a cool thing that matches your coupons with the weekly grocery store sales, so you buy stuff when it's at its cheapest. Well, I've been doing this over a year now and have quite a stockpile stored up....

My dear, sweet hubby got to "be a man" and build me some shelves for all this food. These were taken a few months ago, and believe it or not, I have even more food now than when I took these. I'm running out of room. Wait, scratch that....I've already run out of room. Better start getting creative!

But how can you not buy stuff with these kinds of savings????

Here's my Kroger trip: Total: $235.16
Actual Paid: $ 74.41
68% savings

Randalls: Total: $131.94
Actual Paid: $ 30.58
77% savings

I surrender!

Fine! I'll blog! (Thanks Suzi & Megan!)

I'm not much of a writer, and I generally have a baby in my arms, so if I misspell things or don't capitalize, you know why! ;)

I've been trying hard to get my butt off the computer and get cleaning my house. I've been pretty good this week so far, thanks to my buddy, Brenda. (hi girl!)
I've been trying to wean myself from my addiction of our local message board, It's highly addicting, but I've been doing very well this past week or two. Yea for me!

So now maybe I have a new addiction, blogging??? Us ADD peeps have to have something to hyperfocus on.....