Mommas Tantrum

A Reminder Y'all

Wed, 27 Feb 2008 02:03:23 GMT

I have been busily blogging about our latest poopy adventures here www.mommastantrum.blogspot.com

If you hadn't noticed I have been on a wine and Winehouse bender too.

I think pretty soon I am going to be sporting a smoke out of my lips and some scrawny ass booty.

So I guess it is all good.

Love, Fairly Frantic Faith

AIIIIIIIIIGHGHHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGH

Wed, 23 Jan 2008 03:52:53 GMT

I am going to stab my eyeballs out soon along with my eardrums if Toddler doesn't recover from this croup soon. He is hell bent on distruction and pissier than hell to boot.

Seriously where is my good booze when I need it?

And why the hell can't kids go to school sick? It would be so much easier on parents.

So Well Stated About My LOVER

Wed, 09 Jan 2008 21:51:30 GMT

Over at Dooce I found the best monolouge on my lover, BACON.

I already knew that Dooce rocked, now I just am in love with her.....FOREVER.

Still Blogging....Just not as much here

Tue, 01 Jan 2008 03:54:25 GMT

Okay, so I am not dead!!!

I am alive and well and survived my birthday and the holiday and am through a 750ml bottle of champange all by myself this New Years Eve and it is only seventy fifty one. (I will be out for the count before nintey thirty)

I have been blogging here mostly http://mommastantrum.blogspot.com/

Because well, I have more control over the content and look and design.....blah, blah, technical stuff, blah blah, might get a real gig writing all this shit down....but might get sued for being a shitty mother too who knows. (LET'S WAIT AND SEE!!! WAHOOO!!!)

So if it is stagnant here check it out here http://mommastantrum.blogspot.com/

And I will be checking in on all of you all the time, because I love you all. And my morning latte would not be the same without your blogs.

Love, Faith

We Are Off To See The Wizzard

Mon, 24 Dec 2007 20:19:33 GMT

I am hoping for a tin heart and some ear plugs. But just in case have packed a case of champange under the floorboards of the expedition. This 36 hour trip will kill me without it and the xanax I have.

But I should be feeling blessed because there are so many families that don't have anyone to spend their days with this season.

So until I return. MERRY CHRISTMAS.

PS - BRIAN YOU ARE MY BROTHER FROM ANOTHER MOTHER.

PPS- VAL NEXT YEAR OUR ASSES WILL SHARE A PIANO BENCH FOR CHRISTMAS EVE DINNER

PPPS- DEB AT SOME POINT WE WILL DRINK WINE TOGETHER AND WATCH THE BOYS DEMOLISH SOMETHING IN A 2 FOOT RADIUS WHILE LAUGHING LIKE SANTA. I PROMISE

LOVE, FAITH

MOVING THE BLOG

Sun, 23 Dec 2007 16:46:37 GMT

Just so all of you loyal readers know I am in the process of moving to BLOGGER with this blog. (While adding new material daily.)

It was an easier format and has more possibilities for ADVERTISERS who are hounding me.

To take a peek there go to http://mommastantrum.blogspot.com/

Stuff will be here still for a while as the transition goes SLOWLY. But I wanted to let you know I am not abandoning you all.

Merry Christmas.

LOVE, FAITH

The Bling Is Gone

Fri, 21 Dec 2007 14:36:39 GMT

I dropped of my wedding set yesterday with my anniversary band to be sized down and saudered together at our local jeweler. I was really tired of playing "Momma thow the ball" and really ending up playing "Momma searches frantically for hours for her PRECIOUS wedding ring" and I wanted them together because that is how I have worn them for the last 4, 553 years. I won't have them back until January 3rd, but that is fine because this is the BUSIEST time of year, and I have a giant fake bling stone to hold its place until then. (Although it feels REALLY weird for it to be gone, I haven't been without it in over 9 years!!)

I am neurotic about my rings. I only took them to the jewler that made them to have them cleaned and sized and checked - which is THREE HOURS from here - for YEARS. This was prompted by watching Dateline's expose' on jewlers that stole diamonds out of rings and replaced them with crappy fake stones and sold the good ones to make money. Had I never seen this SHIT ASS piece of journalism this little "procedure" would have been done months or years ago, but instead I have clutched onto it with all my might - because some evil person might sell my diamond. But then it dawned on me, this is a local trusted shop, and so what if they sell my diamonds? It isn't like this ring is going to be sold, I will be buried with it on...so why worry about whether or not someone has replaced the stone?!? It is the fact that this ring was designed by my HUSBAND for our wedding and is a symbol - a fine, fancy, glorious, couldn't have picked out a better one myself - of the love that we share now and forever.

So will I still be neurotic when my bling comes back? Probably. Will I still love and adore that ring with every ounce of my being? You bet. Will all of my girlfriends still ooh and aah over what a great husband I have? Yep - when I am not complaining about his farting in the bed that is!! Am I okay wearing the giant fake ring in the meantime? Yes I am. It is kind of fun to pretend that this giant rock as big as my head is the real thing, even if we all know that it isn't!

Shrink Wrapped

Thu, 20 Dec 2007 02:39:48 GMT

I have been seeing a therapist and a psychiatrist on the advice of my neurologist - could we add a few more doctors to that sentence maybe - to deal with my anxiety and OCD. Both are great and very nice. I saw my "shrink" for the second time today. I don't know what it is about him, but I am always nervous when I am there and he always manages to make it so that I burst into tears for some reason or another. Neither thing am I happy with....or am I comfortable with.

Driving home I was trying to figure this out, why is it that I feel this way? And I think finally tonight I had that AHA moment where I finally got it. He is able to calmly sit there and watch me....as if watching a caged lab rat...never asking more than a three word question, and never changing the inflection in his voice. SO I CAN'T READ HIM. This drives me INSANE. No matter who it is where I am or what I am doing. It makes me crazy if I cannot figure out what a person is thinking or feeling.

While sitting on that couch...yes, he has a couch that you sit on....with him staring at me I get freaked out because it is about me. I go from the role of caregiver to that of person being taken care of - so to speak - which isn't a role I easily slip into. And that is my problem...I need to be comfortable NOT being in charge. I need to be comfortable NOT being in control. I need to be OKAY with everything NOT being PERFECT, and just enjoy each moment for what it is.

So my New Year's resolution - the one that I make on the eve of my birthday, not on New Year's Eve - is this: to live in the moment and enjoy each moment for what it is.

Even if it isn't in a pretty little "Martha Stewart" packaged moment. I mean afterall, who wants a snooty ex-con K-Mart stuff selling person for an idol? I'd rather be a little uncomfortable on the couch any day.

Great Big Globs Of Greasy Grimy Gopher Guts

Tue, 18 Dec 2007 19:17:18 GMT

Yeah, I wish it was gopher guts that we were dealing with here, that would be easy compared to the trenches of poop and puke that we are now hip deep in. Toddler has been sick now for 36 hours. Not that I am complaining. I mean seriously other than the 10 million poop entries I have written about, we have been seriously blessed in the fact that he was blessed with my husband's immue system and has been pretty healthy for the majority of his life. This is difficult though, because it is less than a week until Christmas, he has no real "barf" schedule - and the poop just explodes whenever it is ready.

The funniest part is that every time he has puked, he has puked on Hubby.

I know, I know...we shouldn't make light of the fact that he has FULL ON NAILED my husband with puke every time he has barfed. (With the exception of this morning when he puked water into the toilet for the first time ever!!) But it is sort of IRONIC seeing that Hubby works 12 -14 hour days, and statistically I am the one who should be reeking of puke and poop at this point. And I am the one who should be feeling like I am going to hurl and crap simultaniously at any moment. But I am not. I am in fact feeling fine - other than lacking some MAJOR sleep, and battling a migraine but phooey that's nothing - Hubby is the one complaing of stomach cramps and chills. MY HUSBAND THE MAN WHO IN 10 YEARS TOGETHER HAS BEEN SICK LIKE 4 TIMES. (2 of those being because he got e-coli in Mexico - because he doesn't drink alcohol, and instead favors ice and pool water.)

So this should be an interesting few days. We are scheduled to be with family on Monday night, and Tuesday morning, but if neither of these two is better by Thursday no one is going anywhere. (I mean seriously do you want to be stuck in a car for 3 hours with two puking and crapping men? I don't want to be in the car with them when they are healthy...both of them being sick would be a punishment worse than life without caffeine!!)

I am hoping to dodge this virus, by being anal retentive about cleaning everything and spraying LYSOL everywhere, drinking ten tons of water and taking all of my vitamins. I might also start sneaking in some martinis here and there, you know just to kill off whatever this thing is...you can't be too cautious when it comes to these matters. And like I learned in college - alcohol will kill any virus in seconds - it's like you know a miracle or something.

4AM Wake Up Call

Mon, 17 Dec 2007 17:55:48 GMT

Last night was not the night to get a "restful night's sleep" as promised by our bed manufacturer. We have Toddler finally sleeping on his mattress next to our bed, so Hubby and I are sleeping more soundly through the night, and without feet in your ribcage that is much easier to do. We were all pretty exhausted last night and headed to bed early, thank god we did, because it was not at all a good night.

1:45 am - Hubby's cell phone rings. He can't figure out how to answer it because it is new, and he is retarded and half asleep, and the phone is teeny tiny and he has GIANT hands.

1:48 am - The house phone rings. It is the alarm company calling because Hubby couldn't answer the phone. The caller does apologize for waking me (WHICH NEVER EVER HAPPENS, SO I FALL INTO A STATE OF SHOCK) and asks to speak to Hubby.

1:55 am - Apparently there was an error with one of the sensors at the warehouse and that is why they called. Normally this would be fine, but for anyone to mess with this sensor they would have to be 400 feet tall or a ghost. So the company calling at that time of the morning accomplished nothing but wake me up and make me mad.

4 am - Hubby is yelling from the bathroom for me to wake up and change the sheets. I have no idea why. Apparently Toddler's tummyache before bedtime resulted in him crawling on top of Hubby and puking all over him and his pillow. Then continuing to puke in the sink (yeah, they were taught to puke in the sink not in the toilet...don't ask me why...he also insists on using my POTS for cooking to put next to the bed in case he pukes again. Um, my mom put a clean trash bag in a small trash can...easier to clean and not disgusting next time you go to cook dinner!!) and cry and shake because we have to clean him up and change his pajamas.

4:30 am - Toddler is snoring in our bed sleeping like a log. Hubby can't get back to sleep, neither can I. I get up to get ready for my 6 am Yoga class, and check email and drink some tea. Hubby watches a documentary.

When I got home at 8, Toddler was just waking up, Hubby had slept maybe a half hour total. He is going to be dragging butt by tonight. I am on load 4 of laundry....and thinking that more is coming as Toddler won't eat and keeps crying that his tummy hurts. (Please don't let this be that virus....PLEASE!!) I am going to try to get him to eat some rice and drink some sprite - he refuses to drink gatorade or pedialyte - he doesn't have a fever so I guess that is good. But I know that by bedtime we will all be worn out.

Let's just hope that tomorrow the wake up call is the alarm clock and not vomit.

RHINO!!!!

Sun, 16 Dec 2007 17:34:48 GMT

Toddler got an early Christmas present on Thursday. It wasn't intended, but Hubby and I ABSOLUTELY are suckers and couldn't resist. We were at the W-Mart getting a few odds and ends when we found it....a Fisher Price Powerwheels Yamaha Rhino!! Now being Yamaha dealers, we are SUCKERS for anything Yamaha. (90% of the towels in the linen closet are Yamaha beach towels for God's Sake.) TODDLER HAD TO HAVE IT.

So Toddler has a Rhino. He loves it. And so do I. (I am just at the weight where I can ride it without breaking it....hee hee.) He got it now because we will be making a LONG trip for the Holiday, and hauling that thing would be a pain in the ass, and last year getting all of his gifts home took my Expedition, Pop Pop's Coach, and Nana's truck, adding the Rhino to that was not something that Hubby or I wanted to do.

He learned quickly how to drive it. (Picking up forward and reverse better than I ever did when learning to drive.) He also is loving to put it up on the car jacks and "work" on it with the little crappy plastic tools he has. (He is going to pee when he gets the workbench with tools that make noise at Christmas!!) Then he and Daddy can spend hours and hours working on the cars....

So enjoy the pictures of Toddler in his Rhino while we were going to get the mail. (And yes that is one of me. He REFUSED to drive the damn thing back home from the mailbox, so I had to. Because it was too far to carry!!) I am off to wrap presents and try to get into the Christamas spirit, it has been lacking this year....I am not sure why, but maybe I will find it somewhere in that pile of packages!! If not we will take the Rhino out for a spin around the block....that will cheer up anyone!!

Exhaustion. It's What's For Dinner

Fri, 14 Dec 2007 23:08:45 GMT

Yup. I have finally hit the wall. With the computer crashing and spending an hour on the phone with tech support (for $50) we finally got the system back and running....the way it was when we bought the machine. Bad news, we lost a lot of photos that we were too lazy to store on the external hard drive, even worse it is taking forever to reload all the software that I need to do work from home!!

And Toddler....well he has been rough on me this week. I saw my therapist yesterday and she told me that I needed to schedule more me time. So I have 4 6 am yoga classes next week, and one evening seminar. (If I can't get it when I want it I have to get it where I can I guess) Oh and Toddler HATES me now, so hearing that all day is just so good for the soul.

I doubt that this weather is helping - nor is the stack of packages that need to be wrapped that I keep ignoring - I just am physically too worn out to bother right now. So I guess with the boys out installing my new speakers in my car I should take a nap and see if I can't get my energy back. At least a little to get to that mess that it 18 billion presents. And then tomorrow I can tackle cleaning things like the guest room, and the bathrooms.

After all tomorrow is another day!!!

He Poops Too Much

Thu, 13 Dec 2007 02:54:39 GMT

Today was spent smelling and changing endless crappy diapers. I am so sick of all of it I want to lay down on the floor and die.

I think I will now. Hubby should be home soon to take over the shitty pants duty, and he can deal with the stench of this awful pooping screaming toddler.

I can't take it anymore.

Special

Tue, 11 Dec 2007 23:39:40 GMT

This morning was my meeting with Toddler's teacher, the principal and the kindergarten teacher at his new school. It was to review and go over his education plan for the next year and get to know them a bit better, and the policies and procedures in the classroom. It was an early meeting but with my eggnog latte in hand I knew I would survive.

Ever since the whole process of having Toddler evaluated started, even with the diagnosis of High Functioning Autism, I have been sort of in a quiet stunned denial. He's okay. He's different, but there is help early for that and he will be fine.....lie lie lie....lie to self a little more....But never once have I gotten hysterical over all of this. I didn't even get hysterical when we reviewed all his scores and they were "below average" in a lot of areas.

Today I didn't sob so much as my heart silently broke in half as the teacher handed me the Special Ed parent "handbook." Wait, my kids not special ed!! He doesn't need a helmet, or drool, or ride the short bus. (Although if he wants to ride the bus to school, it would be a short bus because of his car seat.) All of the years of thinking of "Special Ed" in a certain way has changed - A LOT.

I still haven't had a good sob over all of it - I haven't had time - and I don't think that I will loose it until he starts that first day there on his own. I know it will be GREAT for him, and that the teachers are great and he will LOVE them, but somehow this will be harder than it was to leave him at the co-op preschool for the first time.

So here I am tonight watching TV with my "special" guy, staring down that handbook and trying to change my view of what this all means. I wish I could act like he does when he doesn't like something and scream and carry on about it, but then that wouldn't set a very good example now would it?

Kids DO Say The Darndest Things

Tue, 11 Dec 2007 00:20:30 GMT

We had a few phone calls last week from the mother in law about what was coming out of Toddler's mouth. Most sent us into hysterical heaps of laughter, and we brushed it off as being sassy in front of Granny and Pop Pop for the extra attention. Then on Wednesday night when we showed up we got a taste of it ourselves. And while most of it IS hysterical a lot of it is pretty damn annoying.

Here is a list of the new phrases that Toddler is using on a regular basis:

- Jerk

- Dumbass (this might be my fault, but I doubt it)

- "You're Pissing Me Off!!" first used with the sattelite installers, now used all the time when he doesn't get his way.

- I HATE ..... insert anything here. (SUPER ANNOYING.)

- I can't like it.

- You're a shrimp.

- You're cheating.

- I'm DOOMED!! (Thanks a lot Charles Schultz)

- I died!! (So much for video games)

Then when we were leaving the in laws for a visit to my parents Toddler was hysterical that the "Puggle Wuggles" (what he is referring to the pugs as now) had to stay at Granny's house. I explained that they were going to stay and help Pop Pop with his work for the shop. Toddler absolutely lost it - as if I had thrown away every Thomas item he owned - and sobbed, "BUT MOM! THEY DON'T HAVE HANDS!!"

My father in law fell off his stool, and I almost peed on the hardwood floor in the kitchen. Then we were curious where he came up with it, and why the hell we didn't have a video camera on him all the time to tape it...because you know we could use the cash off of something smart alecky shown on America's Funniest Videos to put him through college, or to remodel the basement.

So while you are all out drinking egg nog and caroling this holiday season, I will be busy laughing my ass off at a Toddler who keeps saying the darndest things. HOLY SHIT!!!

What A "Weekend"

Sat, 08 Dec 2007 17:15:38 GMT

Hubby and I drove a detour to Portland late on Wednesday (not the 7 hour one) because Interstate 5 was closed due to MASSIVE flooding. (20 miles of it was closed for nearly a week it was so bad.) All to rider the Southern Pacific Daylight Holiday train yesterday with Toddler and the in laws for our yearly Christmas tradition. Toddler and Hubby had a fantastic time, so that is what is important, I would rather have had my toenails yanked out one by one with tweezers...but that is just me.

We got home late last night and I still feel like I could sleep for another day to get caught up on sleep, but we need dog food and pull ups and groceries. Acck!! And since Toddler wouldn't cooperate with us on a family photo on the train, I need to figure out something else for our Christmas cards this year. (Besides we left the camera at Grannie's house.....so if there is a good photo on it I won't get it until late next week, and that is just too much stress to send out cards that late.)

On the ride home last night we grabbed fast food because it would be easier than trying to get a screaming Toddler in a restaraunt, and the little bugger ate his fries quietly ALONG WITH THE PAPER WRAPPER!! (I was freaking out, because it is weird and who eats paper unless there is something wrong with them?) And Hubby says that he loves to eat paper - the paper sticks from lollipops, paper wrappers from muffins, and something else equally gross....I think had I known this all 10 years ago I may have run for the hills and become a nun.

Anyway....so now that we are home we will wrap our remaining gifts and get ready for our meeting at school so that Toddler can start 4 days a week after the new year (WAHOOOOOO!!!) alone time and a clean house. Plus finished projects....the glee is already setting in. Not to mention the likelyhood that all of the schooling will help him with his Oppositional Disorder (arguing about everything for no reason) and give him the skills to not freak out all the time. Maybe even potty training totally - although I am not holding my breath on that, I mean I am convinced he will be 50 and still in diapers!!

So I am off to ram around here like a chicken with my head cut off. When the dust settles or I piss Toddler off I will be sure to let you all know....I think I might need to make sure to get some wine for the evenings so that I can at least sleep at night and not be a basket case about what needs to get done!!

RIDICULOUS

Wed, 05 Dec 2007 02:01:10 GMT

I am feeling generally crabby, headchey and vomit like...but that has nothing to do with how pissed I am at the local news stations today.

If you haven't heard we were hit (and by we I mean OTHER parts of WA not here) by one hell of a storm. Flooding, Hurricane force winds, the works. I really have never seen anything like it, and neither had anyone that I know.

Well, long story short whole towns are flooded and part of the interstate is closed because it is flooded. It is a mess and I only hope and pray that everyone who is cut off from everything can resume some normalcy soon, because it is pretty horrible. But one of the news stations here this afternoon had the BALLS to refer to the storm as being like Hurrican Katrina!! I almost threw the remote through the TV. (Until I remembered how much I paid for it.) The notion is not only RIDICULOUS, but HORRIFIC!!!

Yes, this storm was BAD.

Yes, people are displaced and houses are ruined, BUT people are not living in squalor because of the mess. People are generally safe and have shelters to stay in. Last count from the state emergency managment agency said that 3 people were dead and one of those was "due to an unknown medical condition, after the power went out" Pretty damn good odds. And the coastal areas were hit far harder than the inland area of the state.

So you little fucktard reporters who think that you are going to get promoted to MSNBC, CNN or some other "big" outlet, think again. It is your ridiculous comparisions like this storm to Katrina that will keep you on the "crappy" local Seattle news stations.

There Are Things We Want and Things We Get

Tue, 04 Dec 2007 00:25:50 GMT

I went to the meeting at school this morning for Toddler, and they confirmed that he is indeed Autistic, and does qualify for the school's preschool program. He won't start until after the first of the year....like 3 weeks from now...but that gives us time to get through the rush of the Holidays, and focused on school.

I wasn't surprised at his scores...I mean I don't fully understand them all...but a lot of things he scored on the LOW end of. Which made me really upset, and almost made my momma feather's fluff out to protect him, but it is good that we know where he is at now, so that we have somewhere to compare it to when he is in school for a few months. I wish that the outcome had been different, that he wasn't Autistic, but I have no control over that and wishing for things now is a little late.

I do feel responsible. Like if I hadn't eaten so much bacon when I was pregnant, or if I hadn't let him get that one vaccintation he would be okay. But those are unrealistic too...even though I can't change feeling that way about the whole thing.

I think that is the trouble with being a Mom, you feel responsible for EVERYTHING. ALL THE TIME. Yeah, some moms don't and roll quite nicely with all the punches, but I wasn't ever like that even as a toddler, running around apologizing for and fixing things that other people had broken. Neurotic? Yes. Changeable? I don't think at this point I can change that at all.

It was like the other day when an old friend sent me an email and said that their grandfather had died, it crushed me first because this was one cool grandfather, but then I am still sitting here feeling helpless because I can't make it better....mend the boo-boo. There aren't the right words to say or things to do. And it sucks. It really sucks.

Gee, that sounds like I am full of myself and convinced that I can save the world....but that is not at all what I mean....I take EVERYTHING to heart (and more deeply than I should most times I admit) and want to fix it and make it better for whoever is suffering. That is why I am a sucky mom.

I want everything for Toddler to be perfect and painless. And that is RIDICULOUS, because I am the first person to know that there is stuff that is unavoidable and unfixable that happens. (Like having a stillborn child, not being able to get pregnant unless you use fertility drugs and stand on your head for hours.) And people die. Oh Lord do people die. (I think I had been to something like 10 funerals before I was 12.)

So why should his school journey be any less difficult? And why should I feel so much saddness for my friend when I know that I can't do that?

Because these are the things that I Want and I still need to learn that life isn't always about getting what you want, it is about wanting what you get.

Shameless Advertising

Sun, 02 Dec 2007 20:43:21 GMT

I finally took the plunge and opened an ETSY Store!!! It is under MOMMASTANTRUM, or Acts Of Faith...you can search for either one!! Check out all the jewelry, quilts and bracelets that are currently listed. As I get caught up on all the projects Handbags and other fun stuff will be there. And since it is early enough in the month of December you can get things in time for Christmas!!

Finding time to do the crafts is easy. After Toddler is asleep or off with Daddy on a train quest. Or on the nights when I cannot sleep to save my life. Plus I love creating things with my hands, and seeing how happy the results make people, so it is more fun for me than anything - and isn't that what your "job" is supposed to be something that you LOVE and that is FUN?

Anyway that is it for Sunday's shameless plug of my ETSY store. While you are there be sure to check out all of the other great vintage items, handmade creations and things that definately make you go hmmm...but you can get lost there for a long time, so be sure you set a timer!!

Hee Hee I Took Them Out Myself

Sat, 01 Dec 2007 16:22:45 GMT

Okay, I couldn't stand it any longer. Using the knitting scissors and some rubbing alcohol I took the stitches out last night before I went to bed. I feel much better, although a bit like I might be doomed to hell for doing it. (Damn Catholic Schooling) It looks pretty good considering how bad it was and now I can get a lot of shit done around the joint!! It will be a busy weekend that is for sure!!!

Photo Album: January 09

Wed, 09 Jan 2008 21:52:41 GMT

January 09

bacon

Photo Album: Lifesavers A

Tue, 01 Jan 2008 03:58:16 GMT

Lifesavers A

I tell my husband George he's the most handsome man on earth, even though we all really know its TOM SELLECK!!!

Photo Album: CHARGE!!!

Sun, 16 Dec 2007 17:46:12 GMT

CHARGE!!!

Mini Rhino

Driving it out the door.

Onto the porch

Here we go...

Off the step...

Two wheels down.

I am OFF!!

I got your foot DAD!!

ROAD WARRIOR

ZOOM!!

More Photos...

Photo Album: Deadly Kitchen Shears

Sat, 01 Dec 2007 16:28:06 GMT

Deadly Kitchen Shears

Just Home From The ER

Check Those LAME Stitches

Palm Bruise

Gashing Throbbing Pain

Stitches GONE

Still a little Bruised, but Feels GREAT

Photo Album: Brian Made Me Fall In Love With Him

Sun, 25 Nov 2007 20:02:04 GMT

Brian Made Me Fall In Love With Him

The Cover Girl

Bond Girl!!

A Glamor Girl

Damn I look Good

Photo Album: Halloween

Mon, 05 Nov 2007 17:12:55 GMT

Halloween

CANDY

Cheers!!

Tasty....

I am so cute in my costume....

See my pumpkins too.

The Candy Bowl

Mom's Candy!!

Day After Costume!!

AHOY!! I be Pirate Santa!!

Photo Album: Pumpkin Patch

Mon, 29 Oct 2007 17:33:23 GMT

Pumpkin Patch

The GREAT PUMPKIN

HITCHIN A RIDE

HOLY SPIDERS

Such nice neat lines to choose from

Maybe This One

The Boys...

Now One with Mom

Something is Cool

Those little knives suck

Bigger knife...

More Photos...

Photo Album: FIRE

Sat, 27 Oct 2007 16:05:26 GMT

FIRE

WHAT

You will not believe this shit!!

SINGED

Look At ME!!!

Photo Album: MAN Your Garden Is WEIRD!!

Fri, 26 Oct 2007 15:05:10 GMT

MAN Your Garden Is WEIRD!!

Our only surviving pumpkin

Hamming it up

Outta here its COLD

This is NOT a Pumpkin

I licked it and it does not taste like pie

It does look odd

A break for lift off

The Shuttle

Waiting

Watching

More Photos...

Photo Album: Stolen Off Of Postcards That Made Me Pee

Tue, 16 Oct 2007 20:23:51 GMT

Stolen Off Of Postcards That Made Me Pee

I am such a beautiful blonde

There is nothing more fun than a botox BBQ. Or just getting Botox!!

I feel SO MUCH better after that LOBOTOMY!!

This is my neighbor in the basement

Who knew Hasselback did Hair modeling too?

Photo Album: School Daze

Tue, 02 Oct 2007 03:33:36 GMT

School Daze

Backpack on

Going to pose

Getting Set...

CHEESEBALLS!!

Nice Backpack!!

Handsome devil

My Boys

Kisses!!

Playing in class

With the cars

More Photos...

Photo Album: going green

Sat, 11 Aug 2007 16:17:48 GMT

going green

Digging For Gold

Photo Album: The $92 Haircut Pictures

Mon, 30 Jul 2007 21:41:16 GMT

The $92 Haircut Pictures

Look that bite is gone

Yeah Baby!!

Left Side

Back

Back Close Up

Right Side

Right side

Photo Album: The Motorcyle Bit Me!!

Wed, 18 Jul 2007 22:15:07 GMT

The Motorcyle Bit Me!!

I was walking and the darn thing hit my eye with it's exhaust!!

I look like I am a poor third world child...please send gifts or food or BOTH!!

WAHAHAHA!! (Evil scientist laugh) Just kidding!!

Photo Album: The Great Egg Caper

Mon, 16 Jul 2007 21:16:38 GMT

The Great Egg Caper

Ready

Set

GO!

Faster

Almost there.

Almost Time to Hand It Off

There he goes

Made it.

Taking a breath

They might just win

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Photo Album: The Farm

Sat, 30 Jun 2007 17:11:25 GMT

The Farm

snacking

"brown" carseat

no photos please

puddles

horse and cart

posing

don't touch the dishes

pioneer crap

mean german lady

more pioneer crap

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