New Addition...

You all gasped!

I just know it. I'm kinda shocked too.

About two weeks ago, right before mothers day I decided it was time for a new addition to the family.... After much begging from my husband we made it happen!

We got a baby.

* collective gasps and screams of horror abound*

OH LORDY!..... just hold your breath for a second while I explain.

SO ever since Hubs & I met he has been wild about his need for the hunting season. Seriously peeps, anything he can kill, he will!

That sounds bad... but with the exception of yours truly (and all of man kind) , He is just a little too trigger happy.

Ducks, Pheasants, Elk, Deer... any cute animal that you wanna take home!!

So last year when the hubs and I were making this whole eight year relationship thing....official. He let me know that a child was in the future. A child of the black, furry, shedding all over sort.

Yes peeps, I'm talking about a lab.

I wanted to punch him in the throat for the mere thought of a shedding puppy running around my brand new gorgeous house. WTH!!

You see... He went about this ALLLLL wrong. It's about how you present something.

He caught onto that pretty quick and cleaned the house (at least some parts of it), rubbed my feet, told me how gorgeous I am *gag* and promised how he would take care of the new dog all alone and make sure to keep him out of my hair...

And I was sold..... all about presentation people.

So I decided for the day before mothers day I would surprise him.

Bought a few "puppy training for dummies" & "all about labs" books...
Put them in a little black bag outside the door....

And when I heard the hubs trying to open the super locked door
I let the dog run to meet him.

Meet Duke....

Don't stone me!

I am all about making the hubs happy and every once in a while I don't even have MY needs involved! <--- CRAZY TALK

In the end, I regret it. He is an evil little devil dog who haunts my very existence and torments my beloved little yorkie, Louie.

But hopefully he will grow up,
The world will continue spinning,

The damned devil dog will learn to stop crying at night, pissing on EVERYTHING, and leave my Louie the HELL alone!

And we will all continue to be.....

One little happy family.. ;)

Ode to the momma!

Mom-a-mia....

if you're ever wondering if you're a good mom, take a look at me. i have a great job, a ton of friends and i'm basically a sexpot.

just because i don't see you every day doesn't mean i don't think about you every day. besides, maybe i do see you. maybe i'm watching you right now.

you're such a great mom i don't even care that i inherited your chubby, bad nose body features. well, actually i do but today's not the day to make you feel bad about it.

but really, honestly, i so admire my amazing mother....
so let's get a little corny up in here!

There's a certain kind of woman who makes a great mom...
The kind who wants what's best for the people she cares about.
The kind who's always there whereever and whenever.
The kind who loves with her whole heart.
That is the kind of woman I can call my mother.

You have always had so much positivity and keep my spirits high.
You see the good in everyone...
It must be because there's so much good in you.

I know I wasn't the easiest child to handle
but you were always there for me and you still are there
when I need a friend, a gossip buddy or a shoulder to cry on

Thank you for being an amazing mother...
I don't just love you for it... I double-love you.

What is your definition of romance?

I was reading some posts over on the local housewives board that I belong to (yes, I still gag when I hear the word "housewife"), and I came across a young mom who was asking advice about leaving her husband.



She said that her marriage is not what she thought it would be and that she wants to have a chance to find someone else, someone who is more attentive to her and is more romantic.



I paused, seriously considering if I should reply.



I considered: I don't actually know this girl and being "more attentive to me" might be code for "stop sleeping around with every woman that he meets at the titty bar" or "admit he's gay."



"More romantic" could possibly mean "stop beating the shit out of me and the kids" or "stop spending all our grocery money on booze."





Besides, she was asking about how to leave him, not if she should.



So, I clicked on out of there before I opened by big ol' mouth and inserted one or both of my feet.



But, now that I'm safely back on my blog, where I say what I think, I'm here to tell you: romance is overrated.



We don't live in a chick flick where there are grand sweeping gestures of romance on a continuous basis.



This isn't some Nicholas Sparks novel where everyone weeps at the beauty of the love between a couple.



It's life.



Before you go get all huffy and tell me all about the romance in your life, let me clarify a bit.



I DO love my Hubs. He loves me.



From time to time he will still suprise me and do romantic things for me.



Most of the time I laugh at him and tell him he was a big cheeseball, though I do appreciate them.



But, flowers, gifts, spontaneous trips, love letters, and other such romantic gestures have been replaced by more practical things.




It's romantic to me that Hubs chooses to come home every night to a house full of stress and dishes in the sink and a wife who is exhausted. Because no one is making him.



That he works his ass off to provide for us is romantic as hell to me.



He lets me fall asleep leaning on his shoulder, even though it means that his shoulder will be soaked through with my drool.



I'll even take that he doesn't always fluff the comforter after he farts, as romance.


It might sound boring.



And he does still occasionally throw in a big romantic gesture every now and then.



But, the real romance to me is knowing that I have a husband who will always be there for me. Who loves me through my worst days and many every changing moods. Who is a true friend to me. Whom I don't worry that he'll ever leave- we're in this for the long haul.


Really, anyone can be romantic in the beginning of a relationship. It's time that is the test for how a relationship really is. I believe that love is a decision and that we'd never stay with anyone if we left everytime the romance seemed to fade.


Romantic comedies and novels...well, they can suck it. I have my own version of happily-ever-after here.

The magic number...

6 is the magic number for today kids....

Why?!

BECAUSE I AM DOWN 6 WHOLE POUNDS!

It's only been 4 DAYS of DIETING!

Oh. Yea. Envy Me! ;)

ABC... Easy as 123!

It's my morning off, the noisy middle school kids have woken me up so I decided that since they are off learning away that I shoulb be working on my ABC's, too!
Oh, god.
How cheesy am I?
I'm so sorry. Please feel free to stop reading now.

I saw this on someones blog (forgive me for forgetting whos) and thought it was fun. So, I decided to be a copycat. I did change a few of the categories but most of the question part is directly from her.

A. Addiction: Your love is my drug. LOL Just kidding, I'm really lame today right?
Real Answer: Home Depot. It is my crack.

B. Bed size: Queen. Yep, hubs and I sleep in a queen sized bed and HATE every moment on it! We are in desperate need to upgrade but I am in LURVVV with my bedroom set and can't even think to part with my headboard / footboard combo in all her glory!

C. Chore I hate: Laundry. I am never EVER caught up. My downstairs is Mt. Etna and I HATE.

D. Dog or Cat?: Dogs. I love my dog. I will admit to you, there are times that I like my Louie more than I like the humans I live with.

E. Essential part of my day: Primping Time. I absolutely have to get my glamour time in or I turn in to a giant biatch. According to my family I have horns that show if I skip.

F. Favorite Animal: Right now, Dogs. Specifically named Louie.

G. Gold or Silver: Both. But, more gold than silver.

H. Height: 5'4" (Go ahead. You can make short jokes.)

I. Instrument I wish I could play: The piano. When I was a kid I really wanted to learn to play the piano. I still think it would be a fun instrument to learn but when I took lessons years ago they told me I had to cut my nails! CUT MY NAILS! Yea. We're done.

J. Job: I'm a hell of a wife, between cooking and cleaning and errand running you'd think I was being paid but no... I do work as a financial manager for an apartment complex. It has its good and bad days but overall I enjoy it!

K. Kids: Just the one I'm married to.

L. Living Arrangements: We own the cutest home ever! I love remodeling it and turning it into my dream house!

M. Mom's Name: Debbie

N. Nickname: I've never really had one.. everyone has their own little "nicknames" for me.

O. Overnight Hospital Stay: When I was REALLY little I was in the hospital for something, strep or something silly but that's about it! :)

P. Pet Peeve: Dumb people. Pretty self-explanatory!

Q. Quote from a movie: So many! Let's do top 3! :)

“They’ve done studies, you know. Sixty percent of the time, it works every time.” Anchorman

“Ever wish you could freeze frame a moment in your day and look at it and say ‘this is not my life’”. Mrs. Doubtfire

Olive: Grandpa, am I pretty?
Grandpa: You are the most beautiful girl in the world.
Olive: You're just saying that.
Grandpa: No! I'm madly in love with you and it's not because of your brains or your personality.
Little Miss Sunshine.

R. RIGHTY OR LEFTY?: Righty.

S. SIBLINGS: A brother and a sister. I adore both! :)

T. TV Shows: Parenthood. The Office. 30 Rock. Parks and Rec. Tough Love Couples! SO MANY! I'm kinda a couch potato!

U. Underwear: Hmmm.... maybe we just shouldn't go there!

V. Vacation I am dreaming of: A white sandy beach on a small private island. How about Little Kasey Island?

W. Why I am always late: Actually, I am rarely late when I need to get somewhere on my own. Now, when hubs and I need to go somewhere, we are usually tardy. And, it is generally all my fault. Can't explain why.

X. Xanax: You know, sometimes, it is what is going to get me through the day.... what can I say?

Y. Yummiest food: As I am currently on a diet, EVERYTHING SOUNDS AMAZING!!!!

Z. Zodiac sign: Virgo

Enough about me already! How about your ABC's?

Please Don't Leave Me!

I don't know if I can yell any louder
How many time have I kicked you outta here?
Or said something insulting?
da da da da-da

I can be so mean when I wanna be
I am capable of really anything
I can cut you into pieces
But my heart is....broken

Da da da-da da
Please don't leave me
Please don't leave me


I always say how I don't need you
But it's always gonna come right back to this
Please, don't leave me



How did I become so obnoxious?
What is it with you that makes me act like this?
I've never been this nasty



Can't you tell that this is all just a contest?
The one that wins will be the one that hits the hardest
But baby I don't mean it
I mean it, I promise



Da da da-da da
Please don't leave me
Da da da-da da
Please don't leave me
Da da da-da da
I always say how I don't need you
But it's always gonna come right back to this
Please, don't leave me



I forgot to say out loud how beautiful you really are to me
I can't be without, you're my perfect little punching bag
And I need you, I'm sorry.

Da da da da, da da da da
da da da da-da da
Please, please don't leave me
Baby please don't leave me
No, don't leave me
Please don't leave me no no no


You say I don't need you but it's always gonna come right back,
It's gonna come right back to this.

Please, don't leave me.
No.
No, don't leave me
Please don't leave me, oh no no no.
I always say how I don't need you
But it's always gonna come right back to this
Please don't leave me
Please don't leave me

Marriage: Don't Sweat the Small Stuff.. especially if you recorded him snoring.

Michael and I have always struggled somewhat <--- lie. A lot with our relationship.

Two fools.

Two fools who were scarred terribly by childhood circumstances and family issues that created the two adults we are today. <--- another lie There were no "issues" that made us fools... we just pretty much are that way

Adults that have butted heads for going on 8 years.

Butted heads not only with each other but with our own selves.

I'm testament that you get tired of doing that ... at some point.

And you give it up .

You surrender.

This year has been the happiest year of my life with Michael thus far.

I know.

That's a hard statement to throw out there huh?

But I'm all about honesty.

Relationships freaking suck sometimes.

There are days I want to "cut him." Go gangstah on his ass and smile as I see him suffer. Now THAT'S love in it's purest form huh? I imagine putting a horsehead on his pillow... and smile because it just freaking makes me FEEL better after he has made some stupid ass move.

But then those days often twiddle out pretty quickly and we move onward without looking back. No grudges these days?.. WTF? Where have all the grudges gone?

Nothing seems to last these days like it used to. I'm able to release the inner thoughts of murder , fairly easy.

Does this come with time?

Does it come with maturity? <--- who are YOU calling mature??

Does that simply come on the side of just plain loving them and their many faults? <-----perhaps

The one person who will go to the ends of the Earth for m.e.. for my happiness.. for my family.

Michael

What more could I ask for people?

What more?

* the trash emptied before it becomes a garbage waterfall

* whiskers wiped out of the sink before they LAND ON MY MAKEUP BRUSHES

* laundry noticed and done ...THAT MOUNTAIN? Isn't Mt. etna. It's our clothes, you butt.

* cook a dinner once in a freakin blue moon - it's not that hard.

* pick up the damn dogshit before it molds over

↑ What list? ↑ Where? ↑ I don't know what you're speaking of?

So it's official. I have surrendered. I just gave in and my life is happier for it. Our relationship is happier. MT. Etna is still MT. Etna .. the dogshit moldy, my blush brush hairy , the garbage a natural waterfall and dinner- all on me.

But in the end... I'm ok with that.

I'm happy.

I would not dare to wish to change even the slightest about the hubs.. without first understanding how it might change the rest of him...

And I don't want him to change a hair on that cute slightly balding head

BESIDES, when the big picture is rocking my world why would I make a huge fuss over a few spolts?!

Oh. Yea. Spolts is now a word. Literally, as in now now.