Woah.... July. Really? Has it been that long? Why yes. Yes it has. Let's all reflect for a moment what that means... I'll wait.
I agree. It means I am lazy. (That and if I had to be a contributor to political banter I would have to go work off my frustrations in the gym. AS IF!!) Let's be honest. It doesn't mean that I have nothing to say. Seriously? The Chubby Girl always has something to say. So here we go...
I, for one, am very upset about the whole Hostess thing. I mean, it's bad enough that all theses thousands of people are going to be out of a job. That breaks my heart. Especially so close to the holidays. Not to mention taking away our delightful desserts? And bread that is full of preservatives? Our local distribution center wasn't even involved in the Strike and yet they are paying for it just like many other people. A company that has been mismanaged - it's all very sad. My heart goes out to those families that are losing incomes and that will struggle to find work. Bless you, my friends.
I was reading a friends blog the other day - who will remain "nameless". It's a seriously hilarious blog. I haven't read it for a long time so I thought I would catch up. I was shocked to see the amount of political banter there was on his blog. I am all for free speech (hello, I am a blogger) and I agree that politics is very important. However, it was a little shocking the amount of unrest there was. And it wasn't just his normal daily blogging. It was several times a day. And it has been going on for the last few months. And the comments! Wow. People have a serious axe to grind. Don't get me wrong - I have my own political views. Some I share, some I do not. It just kind of shook my core because he has never been like that! Please "nameless"... come back! I have missed you, my friend.
The latest Diva-isms:
"Mom, I think whoever created the word "unicorn" wasn't very smart. Uni means one. They have one horn. It should be called unihorn. Duh"...
Just received this text from Diva#2 "someone stole my pants in gym". Your gym pants? "no my regular pants while i was in class!" Really? Who does that? Then she says she told her teacher and her reply was "you probably just misplaced them". The rest of her clothes are there but not her pants. Are you kidding me?
On the way to school we were discussing the election results with the Littlest Diva. She says "I bet Mitt is really sad. Like, really really sad." Yes sweetie, I am sure he is. "If I were him I would go on a really long vacation." Where would you go? "I don't know maybe someplace warm." That sounds like a great plan. "Since I am really sad too we should probably go on vacation instead of going to school. Doesn't that sound like a great idea? Vacations fix everything". Yes. Yes they do.
One last tidbit...
The Littlest Diva has asked (okay BEGGED) for a pink race track from Santa. I have searched and searched. I would even go for girly colors. I have found one for Polly Pocket but seriously. I don't want mini cars. I want the real thing. Why doesn't matchbox make one for girls? C'mon! How sexist do we have to be? So if anyone in blogland comes across a pink or girly colored race track PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU! let me know.
Friday, November 16, 2012
Monday, July 2, 2012
{Olympics Obsessed}
The Littlest Diva has a talent for gymnastics. She is super petite and has the perfect body for it. I love seeing how quickly she is learning things. She has learned to take my exercise ball (happy it's being used for something) and teaching herself how to do back-bends. She's so innovative!
The only thing that has become a problem for me is that she no longer walks ANYWHERE. She is constantly doing handstands, cartwheels, round offs - anything that gets here there without having to walk.
So last night we are watching the Olympic Gymnastic Trials and suddenly she is using the couch for her vault and trying to copy everything they do. Of course I think it's fabulous but she is getting too close to the TV and I'm scared she is going to knock it over. So I tell her (ok maybe yell at her) to stop and get away from the TV. And this is her response:
Mom I can't stop it. I don't have control. It's like its taking over my body. I'm born to be in the olympics!!
And this, my friends is the monster I have created:
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
{PC doesn't mean "Politically Correct" in our house
To us PC means "Prostate Cancer". We are coming up on 3 years of MH's diagnosis of Prostate Cancer. For those of you just joining, he is cancer free and doing very well. When it all happened we were living in Arizona - which was super hard without family around us for support. Being diagnosed with PC at such a young age (38) was so shocking. We always thought it was the Old Man's Disease. Not so anymore. We now are affiliated with Zero - The Project to End Prostate Cancer. This foundation is amazing. We see stories every day of how PC is affecting many lives. I have seen men that have been diagnosed as early as 21 years old. Absolutely shocking. September is Prostate Cancer Awareness month. We have the opportunity to attend the Summit to End Prostate Cancer this year. I am excited to be an advocate and bring awareness to a cancer that isn't discussed very often. It's as private as Breast Cancer and yet we feel like we can't discuss it.
When our family was going through MH's diagnosis, treatment and recovery I think we were all on auto-pilot. He was diagnosed, we met with the surgeon and we were given 3 options for his treatment. Because of his age only 1 treatment really stood out - Radical Robotic Prostatectomy with Nerve Sparing. Basically, this surgery - with the assistance of a robot - removes the prostate gland and spares the nerves surrounding the prostate. Since MH is a "computer geek" he thought this was SO cool. The surgeon guides the robotic arms with his own to perform the surgery. This allows for more precision. MH was so excited he would be able to see what the Robot looked like. However, he was already put to sleep before he even entered the room - and he was extremely upset about it. What a let down for the computer geek.
My whole point of sharing this now is because Diva#2 had to write a report in school about something that has affected her life. She is in 5th grade and I just had to share this. (in her words and spelling)
When My Dad was Diagnosed with Prostate Cancer
When I was about nine my dad was diagnosed with prostate cancer. When my mom and dad told me, I was really sad and I thought my dad was going to die. My dad was worried too but I think my mom was worried the most. My dad had to sit in bed all day and couldn't do anything. I don't like prostate cancer.
When my dad has a disease or something in him, everyone freaks out including me. My little sister didn't freak out when my dad had cancer. All she said was "Are you OK Daddy?" Since my dad had cancer I felt sad, lonely and hurtful because I had school, dance and sports. I had so much pressure on me. I don't like it when my dad has cancer.
People were so helpful. Almost every night some friends brought my family dinner. They were helping with school, lunch and buying food. They were very nice to do that for us. It was so helpful that our friends did that for us.
Later on, my dad had the surgery to get the cancer out. My sisters and I had to stay at my mom's friends house. She is so nice. I miss her. My mom was staying in the room where my dad was staying in the hospital. My sisters and I were worried about my dad a lot. My dad was fine after the surgery.
When my dad came home I was so happy that he was alright. The doctor said that they had to wait to see if he was clear. The results came back clean which means they got rid of the cancer. I am so happy that my dad has no more cancer.
I absolutely love the view from my child's eyes. She is my quietest child and doesn't really share her feelings very much. She has such a special relationship with her Daddy. I have never known such a girly girl that can also be a tomboy. All 3 of our Divas love their daddy.
When our family was going through MH's diagnosis, treatment and recovery I think we were all on auto-pilot. He was diagnosed, we met with the surgeon and we were given 3 options for his treatment. Because of his age only 1 treatment really stood out - Radical Robotic Prostatectomy with Nerve Sparing. Basically, this surgery - with the assistance of a robot - removes the prostate gland and spares the nerves surrounding the prostate. Since MH is a "computer geek" he thought this was SO cool. The surgeon guides the robotic arms with his own to perform the surgery. This allows for more precision. MH was so excited he would be able to see what the Robot looked like. However, he was already put to sleep before he even entered the room - and he was extremely upset about it. What a let down for the computer geek.
My whole point of sharing this now is because Diva#2 had to write a report in school about something that has affected her life. She is in 5th grade and I just had to share this. (in her words and spelling)
When My Dad was Diagnosed with Prostate Cancer
When I was about nine my dad was diagnosed with prostate cancer. When my mom and dad told me, I was really sad and I thought my dad was going to die. My dad was worried too but I think my mom was worried the most. My dad had to sit in bed all day and couldn't do anything. I don't like prostate cancer.
When my dad has a disease or something in him, everyone freaks out including me. My little sister didn't freak out when my dad had cancer. All she said was "Are you OK Daddy?" Since my dad had cancer I felt sad, lonely and hurtful because I had school, dance and sports. I had so much pressure on me. I don't like it when my dad has cancer.
People were so helpful. Almost every night some friends brought my family dinner. They were helping with school, lunch and buying food. They were very nice to do that for us. It was so helpful that our friends did that for us.
Later on, my dad had the surgery to get the cancer out. My sisters and I had to stay at my mom's friends house. She is so nice. I miss her. My mom was staying in the room where my dad was staying in the hospital. My sisters and I were worried about my dad a lot. My dad was fine after the surgery.
When my dad came home I was so happy that he was alright. The doctor said that they had to wait to see if he was clear. The results came back clean which means they got rid of the cancer. I am so happy that my dad has no more cancer.
I absolutely love the view from my child's eyes. She is my quietest child and doesn't really share her feelings very much. She has such a special relationship with her Daddy. I have never known such a girly girl that can also be a tomboy. All 3 of our Divas love their daddy.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
{growing up}
I'm feeling a little lost today. It could be the always and forever pile of laundry or the fact that I have dishes to do and I don't wanna. Or it could be that my oldest Diva - Diva#1 - is gone for the week at camp. I thought I was so brave by not crying when I dropped her off. We have been apart for the same amount of time but she is either with MH or the Grandparents. But I keep thinking about what she is doing and if she is homesick and how her anxiety is. Because apparently mine is doing... fabulous. Don't get me wrong I am super excited she is taking this big leap - becoming more independent and all that. I know this will help her grow and have so much faith in herself that she can do big things. And that's awesome. But it doesn't make me miss her any less. {sigh}
And we all know it is ALL about me...
And we all know it is ALL about me...
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Saturday, June 9, 2012
{Wow. Um, yeah...}
I could come up with some really good excuse to why it has been 6 months since I have blogged. Life is busy. Too much to do. Had nothing to say - yeah, we all know the last one is not true. So basically let's just chalk it all up to me sucking and start over...
So here are the highlights over the last 6 months....
For those just joining in, MH (my husband) is a Prostate Cancer Survivor. We are heading on 3 years of being cancer free. We have started working with Zero - The Project to End Prostate Cancer. We have an incredible opportunity to go to Washington DC later this year to attend a Summit where we meet with other advocates to help increase awareness of Prostate Cancer. What an awesome experience it will be.
The Diva's are more drama than ever. I have a feeling this is going to continue as we head into the teenage years aka "I swear my mom does not understand me and the torture she is putting me through will create years of therapy for me in the future". I thought for sure that would come later. Oh no, my friends. I have already been told I don't listen. I'm not patient. I don't let them wear what they want. I have also been told by other adults/my own mother that I need to "pick my own battles". I am. Don't you worry. I have found that the drama just increases. If that is even possible.
Like this morning. I am getting ready for the day at 10am - don't judge - and upon exiting the shower I find a letter under my door that reads:
hi Mom. I am verry sad. I am going to be be hinde the couch crying. Love Littlest Diva
(Okay, she doesn't call herself the Littlest Diva. Because that would be really sad - and pathetic.)
I will share her latest "Diva-isms". Because even though she is dramatic, she is freaking hilarious.
Hey mom. As Justin Beiber's fan I need him to pull up his pants and wear a belt. AND he needs to not wear purple underwear with white pants. Hello!! They are totally see through. Doesn't he know the rule? White pant. White underwear.
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Littlest Diva falls down on the ground
Diva#1: Hey while you're down there can you get the remote?
Littlest Diva: Heavenly Father gave you legs for a reason. Get it yourself.
Just times this by 6 months and you are now caught up.
So here are the highlights over the last 6 months....
For those just joining in, MH (my husband) is a Prostate Cancer Survivor. We are heading on 3 years of being cancer free. We have started working with Zero - The Project to End Prostate Cancer. We have an incredible opportunity to go to Washington DC later this year to attend a Summit where we meet with other advocates to help increase awareness of Prostate Cancer. What an awesome experience it will be.
The Diva's are more drama than ever. I have a feeling this is going to continue as we head into the teenage years aka "I swear my mom does not understand me and the torture she is putting me through will create years of therapy for me in the future". I thought for sure that would come later. Oh no, my friends. I have already been told I don't listen. I'm not patient. I don't let them wear what they want. I have also been told by other adults/my own mother that I need to "pick my own battles". I am. Don't you worry. I have found that the drama just increases. If that is even possible.
Like this morning. I am getting ready for the day at 10am - don't judge - and upon exiting the shower I find a letter under my door that reads:
hi Mom. I am verry sad. I am going to be be hinde the couch crying. Love Littlest Diva
(Okay, she doesn't call herself the Littlest Diva. Because that would be really sad - and pathetic.)
I will share her latest "Diva-isms". Because even though she is dramatic, she is freaking hilarious.
Hey mom. As Justin Beiber's fan I need him to pull up his pants and wear a belt. AND he needs to not wear purple underwear with white pants. Hello!! They are totally see through. Doesn't he know the rule? White pant. White underwear.
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Littlest Diva falls down on the ground
Diva#1: Hey while you're down there can you get the remote?
Littlest Diva: Heavenly Father gave you legs for a reason. Get it yourself.
Just times this by 6 months and you are now caught up.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
{shame on me}
It's been over a month since my last post and well, I have no excuses. Well, any good ones anyway. I think part of it was posting every day (or close to it) for my Thankful posts. Man, that was harder than I thought. I have a lot to be thankful for but that was quite a task. And to be honest, I have been really busy - so much to pin... so little time.
Which brings me to the subject at hand... PINTEREST. MH calls it my porn.... others have called it Fantasy Football for Girls. I call it... my latest obsession. I am finding the best stuff. Recipes, fashion ideas, quotes, hairstyles, things to make my OCD worse. I think my Organizational board is on overload. I can't get enough of it. In fact, neither can the Littlest Diva. She was sick last weekend and completely bored and when I asked her what she wanted to do her reply was "Let's pin stuff". I love her. So that's why I haven't been on here. Yes. Pinterest is my excuse. Shame on me. And shame on you if you don't know what I'm talking about.
In other news...
I wasn't going to admit this... but hey, blogs are all about honesty... saying what you really feel no matter how many people will judge you... (blah blah blah)
I started Weight Watchers. I did this a few years ago and was very successful. I was doing so well working out all the time but then I got sick, my Divas were out of school and yes, excuses excuses. But I wasn't losing anything. And then once I took an honest look of how I was eating, well - let's just say I wasn't surprised I wasn't losing as quickly as I would have liked. It amazed me after going through the things that I ate how many calories I was really taking in.
We don't go out to eat a lot. And when we do, I try to make really good choices. Or choices that I thought were good. Like salads, sandwiches, soups. Now some of you might be laughing hysterically right now. Go ahead. I deserve it. But it could have been worse. I could be eating burgers soaked in lard on a daily basis. After I did some research I found that the place I frequented (and yes, that is a word) I was inhaling 2500 calories - for lunch. 2500!! And all I was eating was a salad and a bowl of soup. Shame on me! So I figured it was time for a game change. And here we go.
I will say this... I feel like I have a lot more tools than I did before. I am not expecting to lose my last 25 (yes, I am admitting that) okay, 30... quickly. Okay, I might even go for 35. But I'm doing this. I am sick of being tired, of not having energy, of feeling like I am wasting my life away because my weight is holding me back. I'm back on track... and it feels really good.
At least for now... maybe I should re-visit that after Pilates class tomorrow.
Which brings me to the subject at hand... PINTEREST. MH calls it my porn.... others have called it Fantasy Football for Girls. I call it... my latest obsession. I am finding the best stuff. Recipes, fashion ideas, quotes, hairstyles, things to make my OCD worse. I think my Organizational board is on overload. I can't get enough of it. In fact, neither can the Littlest Diva. She was sick last weekend and completely bored and when I asked her what she wanted to do her reply was "Let's pin stuff". I love her. So that's why I haven't been on here. Yes. Pinterest is my excuse. Shame on me. And shame on you if you don't know what I'm talking about.
In other news...
I wasn't going to admit this... but hey, blogs are all about honesty... saying what you really feel no matter how many people will judge you... (blah blah blah)
I started Weight Watchers. I did this a few years ago and was very successful. I was doing so well working out all the time but then I got sick, my Divas were out of school and yes, excuses excuses. But I wasn't losing anything. And then once I took an honest look of how I was eating, well - let's just say I wasn't surprised I wasn't losing as quickly as I would have liked. It amazed me after going through the things that I ate how many calories I was really taking in.
We don't go out to eat a lot. And when we do, I try to make really good choices. Or choices that I thought were good. Like salads, sandwiches, soups. Now some of you might be laughing hysterically right now. Go ahead. I deserve it. But it could have been worse. I could be eating burgers soaked in lard on a daily basis. After I did some research I found that the place I frequented (and yes, that is a word) I was inhaling 2500 calories - for lunch. 2500!! And all I was eating was a salad and a bowl of soup. Shame on me! So I figured it was time for a game change. And here we go.
I will say this... I feel like I have a lot more tools than I did before. I am not expecting to lose my last 25 (yes, I am admitting that) okay, 30... quickly. Okay, I might even go for 35. But I'm doing this. I am sick of being tired, of not having energy, of feeling like I am wasting my life away because my weight is holding me back. I'm back on track... and it feels really good.
At least for now... maybe I should re-visit that after Pilates class tomorrow.
Friday, December 2, 2011
{elf on a shelf}
We started a new tradition at our house this year. Not sure I was going to like the Elf thing. But it has been hysterical. If you are not familiar with it... There is a small stuffed elf that has some serious magic. He moves all over the house, watching the Divas and then reports back to Santa every night to tell him if they have been good. The Divas named our elf "Buddy". Buddy is very mischievous. Their favorite place so far was this morning - he was hanging from the chandelier over the kitchen table. Their squeals were priceless. I absolutely loved listening to the Littlest Diva with her one-way conversation this morning at breakfast:
Okay, here's the thing Buddy. You can't fall in my cereal. I'm not sure how you got there. But if you fall in my cereal mom will think she needs to wash you. She's kind of a freak that way. So please stay there. How was your trip to the North Pole? It was? That's good. I am glad you were safe. Did you tell Santa that I want a phone? It's just for emergencies only. It's not like I will text all my friends and stuff. But in case I get lost then I can call home. That's a good reason right? I know! I keep telling her that but she won't listen. She says Santa always asks for permission for stuff like that. But you could just tell him its important. Well, I love you Buddy. Have a good day and be careful. Tomorrow you might want to pick somewhere else safer.
I love how she has important reasons of why she needs a phone. She has done her research and has valid points. And just so you know, permission wasn't granted.
Okay, here's the thing Buddy. You can't fall in my cereal. I'm not sure how you got there. But if you fall in my cereal mom will think she needs to wash you. She's kind of a freak that way. So please stay there. How was your trip to the North Pole? It was? That's good. I am glad you were safe. Did you tell Santa that I want a phone? It's just for emergencies only. It's not like I will text all my friends and stuff. But in case I get lost then I can call home. That's a good reason right? I know! I keep telling her that but she won't listen. She says Santa always asks for permission for stuff like that. But you could just tell him its important. Well, I love you Buddy. Have a good day and be careful. Tomorrow you might want to pick somewhere else safer.
I love how she has important reasons of why she needs a phone. She has done her research and has valid points. And just so you know, permission wasn't granted.
{thankful last 8}
I almost made it to the end. 8 left. It doesn't mean I am not thankful. It just means that with Thanksgiving and a week of some nasty virus that included a trip to the ER that I just didn't have it in me. But here we go...
Day 23:
The Littlest Diva's Birthday. This child of mine absolutely makes me happy. She brings so much joy (and drama) to our home. She is hilarious, spunky, opinionated, competitive, sweet, thoughtful, drama-filled and beautiful. She is creative and super smart. She is messy and obsessive and I wouldn't change a thing about her. Okay, maybe the whole "I know where everything is in my messy room so please don't touch it" is a little much. I will take it. I love that girl.
Day 24:
I am thankful for family, friends, football and food. Absolutely necessary things to get me through life. And not one is more important than the other. Yes, MH is the luckiest man alive.
Day 25 - Day 30:
I'm including all 5 days together. Don't judge. 3 Divas that take care of their mommy. I don't remember the last time I was this sick. But the Divas and MH took such great care of me. They were so worried every time I puked. (Which happened to be almost every 15-30 minutes over a 24 hour period) I could hear Diva#2 "Dad! Mom is puking again.". Definitely the best part about being a mom is watching them nurture others. And their ability to make fun of me when I am fully recovered.
Day 23:
The Littlest Diva's Birthday. This child of mine absolutely makes me happy. She brings so much joy (and drama) to our home. She is hilarious, spunky, opinionated, competitive, sweet, thoughtful, drama-filled and beautiful. She is creative and super smart. She is messy and obsessive and I wouldn't change a thing about her. Okay, maybe the whole "I know where everything is in my messy room so please don't touch it" is a little much. I will take it. I love that girl.
Day 24:
I am thankful for family, friends, football and food. Absolutely necessary things to get me through life. And not one is more important than the other. Yes, MH is the luckiest man alive.
Day 25 - Day 30:
I'm including all 5 days together. Don't judge. 3 Divas that take care of their mommy. I don't remember the last time I was this sick. But the Divas and MH took such great care of me. They were so worried every time I puked. (Which happened to be almost every 15-30 minutes over a 24 hour period) I could hear Diva#2 "Dad! Mom is puking again.". Definitely the best part about being a mom is watching them nurture others. And their ability to make fun of me when I am fully recovered.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
{thankful day 22}
Thankful for the ability to disgust my Divas by kissing MH in front of them. Who says mom's can't have fun?
Monday, November 21, 2011
{thankful day 20-21}
Day 20:
Celebrated the Littlest Diva's birthday with the whole family. She was able to share her birthday party with Grandpa H. They have such a special relationship. I especially loved when she opened up her present from us. I wish I had it on video. She was so excited! She screamed, ran across the room and jumped in my arms - she was on the verge of tears. It was worth every penny. This is what she was so excited about. Very thankful for her enthusiasm.
Day 21:
Super thankful for a dad that gives me something to chuckle about:
Dad: I am so sick of spam on my website (aka his email)
Me: Yes, it gets pretty bad this time of year.
Dad: Not to mention the spam I get from my donuts.
Me: Donuts?
Dad: Yes, donuts. You know, how your computer reads the donuts?
Me: Do you mean cookies? (crying from laughing so hard)
Dad: Yes! Cookies! What's so funny?
Celebrated the Littlest Diva's birthday with the whole family. She was able to share her birthday party with Grandpa H. They have such a special relationship. I especially loved when she opened up her present from us. I wish I had it on video. She was so excited! She screamed, ran across the room and jumped in my arms - she was on the verge of tears. It was worth every penny. This is what she was so excited about. Very thankful for her enthusiasm.
Day 21:
Super thankful for a dad that gives me something to chuckle about:
Dad: I am so sick of spam on my website (aka his email)
Me: Yes, it gets pretty bad this time of year.
Dad: Not to mention the spam I get from my donuts.
Me: Donuts?
Dad: Yes, donuts. You know, how your computer reads the donuts?
Me: Do you mean cookies? (crying from laughing so hard)
Dad: Yes! Cookies! What's so funny?
Saturday, November 19, 2011
{thankful day 19}
Today I am thankful MH knows how to use a snow shovel. And that I can support his efforts by watching him through the window.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
{sigh}
I am in a depression. Not because it's going to snow a lot this weekend. I mean, yes that does make me sad but I have recently realized that I can't change it so I am going to embrace it. Maybe even take the girls skiing, snowboarding, sledding. Well, let's be honest. I will go with them and let MH take them on the hills while I sit by the fire. Someone has to keep it going. The sacrifices I make for my offspring.
Oh, back to my depression. Kim and Kris didn't even make it 3 months.(gasp!) Demi and Ashton made it official - they are done.(gasp!) I thought for sure KK would make it. I mean, their foundation was so solid. He is such a mature, hard working guy. And she is a giver. Never expects anything in return. And Demi and Ashton were just meant to be together. Man, I never saw that coming. What cougar ever ends up with her spouse cheating on her? That never happens in Hollywood. What is this world coming to?
I'll tell you what it's coming to. In this cute little state of Zion, the Breaking Dawn premier is INSANE. On our news tonight, they showed a local hotel that was giving a Bella/Edward pre-wedding party. Women (okay and some very attractive gay men) were lined up to get "updo's" for the wedding. They were dressed in wedding attire, red contacts and fangs. Even having their make-up done. All to sit in a theater. Don't get me wrong - I am a Twilight fan. Read the books, loved them. I will even see the movie next week. I just think maybe we are going a tad overboard. Maybe. Just a little.
And let me just say this... don't think I won't be getting in line for Katniss. Because I will. I will even sleep outside to get tickets if I have to. In fact, if you don't know what I am talking about check it out....here.
Am I going overboard? Maybe. I have a lot of competition to keep up with...
Oh, back to my depression. Kim and Kris didn't even make it 3 months.(gasp!) Demi and Ashton made it official - they are done.(gasp!) I thought for sure KK would make it. I mean, their foundation was so solid. He is such a mature, hard working guy. And she is a giver. Never expects anything in return. And Demi and Ashton were just meant to be together. Man, I never saw that coming. What cougar ever ends up with her spouse cheating on her? That never happens in Hollywood. What is this world coming to?
I'll tell you what it's coming to. In this cute little state of Zion, the Breaking Dawn premier is INSANE. On our news tonight, they showed a local hotel that was giving a Bella/Edward pre-wedding party. Women (okay and some very attractive gay men) were lined up to get "updo's" for the wedding. They were dressed in wedding attire, red contacts and fangs. Even having their make-up done. All to sit in a theater. Don't get me wrong - I am a Twilight fan. Read the books, loved them. I will even see the movie next week. I just think maybe we are going a tad overboard. Maybe. Just a little.
And let me just say this... don't think I won't be getting in line for Katniss. Because I will. I will even sleep outside to get tickets if I have to. In fact, if you don't know what I am talking about check it out....here.
Am I going overboard? Maybe. I have a lot of competition to keep up with...
{thankful day 18}
I am posting a day early because I know I won't have time tomorrow. I get to do Fairytale Friday at the Littlest Diva's class and then it's her friend birthday party. We invited her entire class of 24 (plus several other friends not in her class) to make sure no one's feelings get hurt. Also thinking that there is no way everyone would come. Only 3 kids aren't coming. Luckily, it's not at our house. But whew! It will be a long day tomorrow.
Anyway... back to what I am thankful for. Which today it is sleep. I have been sick the last few days. My body knows when I am doing too much. So then I get sick. And then I have to slow down and get some sleep. Sleep is a beautiful thing. I am not sure why my Divas haven't figured this out yet. I can't get them to go to bed. I am begging them several times a night. Even bribing them. Okay, and yelling. And then as soon as they are teenagers I will be beating them to get out of bed. And when they are mom's they will be so excited to have all the kids in school so they can take an afternoon nap if they feel so inclined. Not that I do that...
Anyway... back to what I am thankful for. Which today it is sleep. I have been sick the last few days. My body knows when I am doing too much. So then I get sick. And then I have to slow down and get some sleep. Sleep is a beautiful thing. I am not sure why my Divas haven't figured this out yet. I can't get them to go to bed. I am begging them several times a night. Even bribing them. Okay, and yelling. And then as soon as they are teenagers I will be beating them to get out of bed. And when they are mom's they will be so excited to have all the kids in school so they can take an afternoon nap if they feel so inclined. Not that I do that...
{thankful day 17}
I'm thankful for a husband that supports me in everything I do. Which includes helping me manage this drama-filled household. We had a house full of women last night for some crafty card making and he was patient and took care of the Divas. In fact, he even helped the Littlest Diva clean her room. Which was not an easy task. Especially when he asks her why she has so many purses and she responds "Daddy, because I am a diva". As if he should know that already. I never have to ask him to help me around the house. In fact, before we got married I gently explained to him that I don't do bathrooms. For reals. He was 100% okay with that since he doesn't mind doing them. Now that's HOT.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
{thankful day 16}
I am thankful for football. I have several teams I love. College: Diehard UTE fan. Ever since I was little. NFL: Dallas Cowboys and Arizona Cardinals. That's why Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays. Lots of food and football. And to rub in how lucky my husband is to have me.
{The Wednesday Whine}
What is The Wednesday Whine you ask? Just a few things that have been on my mind. In no particular order.
1. Prostate Cancer Awareness: You will hear this a lot on my blog. Because it's something very close to me. A cause that I am very involved in. Did you know September is PCAM? I didn't. Until 2 years ago MH was diagnosed with PCa at the age of 38: September, 2009. Wow, ironic. I realize it's not September but it's never too late to become more aware of it. PCa is no longer an "old man's disease". We know several people that have been diagnosed. Some in their early 20's. So please have the men in your life tested. It's as easy as a blood test. Happy to say MH is cancer free.
2. Whitney: The new fall show that I absolutely laugh so hard I cry. It's hysterically funny.
3. Cooler Weather: (I warned you) I actually love fall. I love to see the changing leaves, feel the crisp clean air, eat caramel apples and everything pumpkin. I even love Thanksgiving. A full day of eating and football. But I hate what comes next. (sigh)
4. Pajama Jeans: Really? That's all I'm sayin'
5. Formal Dresses: I'm a photographer. And I recently did a shoot with 18 beautiful people for Homecoming. But seriously - I think all the girls were missing the bottom half of their dresses. Listen girls... it is not attractive to wear a sleeveless gown and pull it up 10 gazillion times during an hour photo shoot. If you have to continue pulling it up, you probably shouldn't be wearing it. AND if your dress is too tight you can't sit down, how are you going to eat dinner. AND if you have to constantly hold down your dress so your "world" doesn't show, it's TOO short. You're welcome.
6. Bullying: It's seriously out of control. The oldest Diva has always been one that has been bullied, in one way or another. She is so sweet and kind and I think that's why she is picked on. I understand she is at the age where it happens a lot. But it's heartbreaking. And it's not ok. Especially by those that are suppose to be her closest friends. I wish these bullies understood what they are doing will effect the child forever. Another cause close to my heart. Not just because it has affected my Divas - because it effects thousands of kids every day.
7. Pump Class: New instructor tomorrow. Be very afraid.
8. Daily Clothing Debate: Seriously. Every morning. The Littlest Diva. Why are we not surprised.
9. It's suppose to snow this weekend. A lot. Did I mention how I feel about the snow?
10. Starting Friday is the birthday week for the Littlest Diva. She is turning 7. How is that even possible? We have a birthday party with her friends, then a party with the family. Then her actual birthday. Someone is so spoiled. Maybe Santa should skip our house this year. If only it were that simple.
1. Prostate Cancer Awareness: You will hear this a lot on my blog. Because it's something very close to me. A cause that I am very involved in. Did you know September is PCAM? I didn't. Until 2 years ago MH was diagnosed with PCa at the age of 38: September, 2009. Wow, ironic. I realize it's not September but it's never too late to become more aware of it. PCa is no longer an "old man's disease". We know several people that have been diagnosed. Some in their early 20's. So please have the men in your life tested. It's as easy as a blood test. Happy to say MH is cancer free.
2. Whitney: The new fall show that I absolutely laugh so hard I cry. It's hysterically funny.
3. Cooler Weather: (I warned you) I actually love fall. I love to see the changing leaves, feel the crisp clean air, eat caramel apples and everything pumpkin. I even love Thanksgiving. A full day of eating and football. But I hate what comes next. (sigh)
4. Pajama Jeans: Really? That's all I'm sayin'
5. Formal Dresses: I'm a photographer. And I recently did a shoot with 18 beautiful people for Homecoming. But seriously - I think all the girls were missing the bottom half of their dresses. Listen girls... it is not attractive to wear a sleeveless gown and pull it up 10 gazillion times during an hour photo shoot. If you have to continue pulling it up, you probably shouldn't be wearing it. AND if your dress is too tight you can't sit down, how are you going to eat dinner. AND if you have to constantly hold down your dress so your "world" doesn't show, it's TOO short. You're welcome.
6. Bullying: It's seriously out of control. The oldest Diva has always been one that has been bullied, in one way or another. She is so sweet and kind and I think that's why she is picked on. I understand she is at the age where it happens a lot. But it's heartbreaking. And it's not ok. Especially by those that are suppose to be her closest friends. I wish these bullies understood what they are doing will effect the child forever. Another cause close to my heart. Not just because it has affected my Divas - because it effects thousands of kids every day.
7. Pump Class: New instructor tomorrow. Be very afraid.
8. Daily Clothing Debate: Seriously. Every morning. The Littlest Diva. Why are we not surprised.
9. It's suppose to snow this weekend. A lot. Did I mention how I feel about the snow?
10. Starting Friday is the birthday week for the Littlest Diva. She is turning 7. How is that even possible? We have a birthday party with her friends, then a party with the family. Then her actual birthday. Someone is so spoiled. Maybe Santa should skip our house this year. If only it were that simple.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
{thankful day 11-15}
I promised you I would get behind... I never break my promises.
Day 11:
I am thankful our photographer did a great job. I would post pictures here but I already have stalkers (you know who you are). And I don't want anyone to be jealous of how skinny I am. I am already in the giving spirit.
Day 12:
I am thankful for spanx. Not to be confused with being spanked. Enough said.
Day 13:
I am thankful for sarcasm. I am a better person because of it. (see day 11 and 12)
Day 14:
I am thankful for Uncle D. MH's Uncle D passed away and we attended his funeral. He has always been one of my favorites. His family meant everything to him and I loved hearing all the stories about his life and how close he was to his wife, children and grandchildren. I also didn't realize that he and Aunt A shared our anniversary. Super cool.
Day 15:
I am thankful laundry is almost done. Yes, I am thankful that we even have clothes to wash. But I would be even more thankful if my laundry fairy would ever show up. I just might have to write her up. Again.
Day 11:
I am thankful our photographer did a great job. I would post pictures here but I already have stalkers (you know who you are). And I don't want anyone to be jealous of how skinny I am. I am already in the giving spirit.
Day 12:
I am thankful for spanx. Not to be confused with being spanked. Enough said.
Day 13:
I am thankful for sarcasm. I am a better person because of it. (see day 11 and 12)
Day 14:
I am thankful for Uncle D. MH's Uncle D passed away and we attended his funeral. He has always been one of my favorites. His family meant everything to him and I loved hearing all the stories about his life and how close he was to his wife, children and grandchildren. I also didn't realize that he and Aunt A shared our anniversary. Super cool.
Day 15:
I am thankful laundry is almost done. Yes, I am thankful that we even have clothes to wash. But I would be even more thankful if my laundry fairy would ever show up. I just might have to write her up. Again.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
{thankful day 9 & 10}
Day 9:
Today I am thankful for good health. I have so many people very close to me - including MH - that have been affected by cancer. MH has been cancer free for 2 years. What a blessing that is. He was diagnosed with Prostate Cancer in 2009. He had just turned 38. How crazy is that? Come to find out, it is no longer the "old man disease". I am thankful for the good health I have but most importantly for healthy Divas and a healthy husband.
Day 10:
I am thankful for patient photographers. We had our family pictures taken yesterday. What an ordeal. I was exhausted afterwards - and I wasn't even the one taking them for once. It's so exhausting. But our photographer was very patient and I can't wait to see how they turned out today. Knowing how hard it is firsthand, just makes me appreciate it even more. Yes, even photographers need their pictures taken too. Super excited.
Today I am thankful for good health. I have so many people very close to me - including MH - that have been affected by cancer. MH has been cancer free for 2 years. What a blessing that is. He was diagnosed with Prostate Cancer in 2009. He had just turned 38. How crazy is that? Come to find out, it is no longer the "old man disease". I am thankful for the good health I have but most importantly for healthy Divas and a healthy husband.
Day 10:
I am thankful for patient photographers. We had our family pictures taken yesterday. What an ordeal. I was exhausted afterwards - and I wasn't even the one taking them for once. It's so exhausting. But our photographer was very patient and I can't wait to see how they turned out today. Knowing how hard it is firsthand, just makes me appreciate it even more. Yes, even photographers need their pictures taken too. Super excited.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
{thankful day 8}
I am thankful for my sweet family. For 3 amazing Divas that make me the luckiest mama in the world. They keep me laughing and pulling my hair out at the same time - which is quite a talent. They are awesome and I wouldn't trade them for anything. For a husband that loves my neurotic, obsessive self. He is the most amazing dad, husband and best friend and works so hard for our family. There is more estrogen in this house than he knows what to do with. Bless him.
I am also extremely thankful for my extended family. Parents - I am lucky I have several sets - that love me unconditionally and who are the BEST grandparents. Sisters and Brothers - tons of them. (This is what happens with divorced parents). I am lucky to have a blended family. I love all of them. Seriously... all of them.
I am also extremely thankful for my extended family. Parents - I am lucky I have several sets - that love me unconditionally and who are the BEST grandparents. Sisters and Brothers - tons of them. (This is what happens with divorced parents). I am lucky to have a blended family. I love all of them. Seriously... all of them.
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