On My Mind.

*I love my kids. This week they've been fairly well behaved and cuddly. It's been great because I could use the lovin'.

*It makes me very angry to see people who do not properly buckle up their kids.

*I make the best mac&cheese in the world. Ok, maybe not the world, but I'm young...

*I haven't been able to eat wings since I had an unfortunate meeting with morning sickness over the Fox 'n' Firkin's 10 cent wing night. They seem to be confronting me everywhere I go now. I'm being haunted by wings. Yes, I am crazy.

*My neighbors, save for one family, make me angry because they don't recycle. Like, ever. They have reduced me to the crazy neighbor lady who steals their trash and then puts it out on recycling day. I'm too young to have an official title like that.

*Mrs. Wookie was here (sorry bob, hyperlink not so working much) this weekend. I cried when she left. I'm not excited to see her go back to the best coast. For purely selfish reasons, of course.

*I bought a pair of shoes this weekend. I loved them, and have had my eye on them since January.

Hubband saw them, hated them, and called them names.

I returned them. Returning shoes? Painful.

*A bank in my hometown was robbed/bomb scared this week - and all I could think was "Seriously - LaPine? These people are obviously idiots. There has to be a better place to do this. Half of Oregon hasn't even heard of LaPine..."

*How do you italicize an asterisk?

*I was watching "Tori and Dean: Home Sweet Hollywood" this morning while drinking my coffee, (Go ahead, judge) and Kieran came in the room and asked "Why is Braxton on TV?"

Maybe I'm related to Tori or Dean - and that's why their son is my son's doppleganger.

*I have eaten my weight in krispied kale in the last month. Muy delish.

*I saw Elmo "krump" on the moon this morning. Not sure I'll ever recover.

*I've had the "Reading Rainbow" song stuck in my head for about a week.

*Tonight, I will finally see the new Dr. Who. Mark and I are dubious - because lets face it, David Tennant is one of the best Doctor's ever.

*If you haven't ever watched "Top Gear", you should. Flippin' hilarous.

*Which, makes me think of two things. 1) I haven't seen JJJ in fo-evah. and 2)A lot of what is on my mind is TV. Which means I'm watching too much, since there are many weeks where the boys don't get any until the weekend. Maybe Mark is right - letting go of cable could be good for me.

*I keep reviewing the Dr. Who sentence, and I can't figure out if "Doctor's" should have an apostrophe or not...

*I want a "city-life composter". One that is made for the city dweller. (i.e. doesn't stink). I think we could cut down our "trash" even more. It would be awesome.

*Is it a sin to throw up after taking communion? I wasn't feeling well two weeks ago and after communion got a wiff of someone with less than desirable showering habits. Hopefully the bushes outside the chapel forgive me.

*I'm going to stop there. I'm sure I've scared enough of my rather small following at this point...

Parenting Fail.

Unfortunately - I have many of these.

I love my kids, and hope that that will be enough. Or at least not make them utter curse words at me when they're forking over large sums of money to somebody who can shrink their head...

Anyway, it's no secret that the drivers where I live are... less than stellar.

People in Virginia have this habit of rolling while at a stop light. Even if the light JUST turned red for them - and they know they'll have to wait through an entire cycle of lights, they just keep rollin'. More often than not, they end up halfway in the intersection before the light turns green.

Last time I checked - red means STOP!

Yesterday, I was on my way to pick up Mark, and needed to make a right turn out onto the highway.

When I pulled up there was a car in the lane next to me waiting to make a left turn. So I scooched up until I could just see around them and waited for an opening. Except - the left turner decided that they needed to start rolling. Thus blocking my view.

So I scooched.

They rolled.

I scooched.

They rolled.

During this encounter, I was getting very frustrated. This guy knew I couldn't see around him and he kept rolling anyway. About the third scooch/roll, I let out a grunt.

B-rox, being ever observant and awesome decides to yell out "Get out of my mom's way you jackahomo! We need to go pick up my daddy!!!".

Now, I know that in Parenting 101, they tell you you're not supposed to laugh when your kid does something naughty.

Saying Jackahomo is pretty naughty in my book. I laughed. Hard.

So, obviously this is a parenting fail on many levels.

1. I need to work on watching what I say when I'm in the car...

2. I should not teach my children naughty words to say

3. I should not laugh when they say them.

[Note: I do realize how hypocritical the "I scooched - he rolled" part was. But, I would have remained stopped - had they not blocked my visibility. Them... I have no clue when their issue was.]

{Second note - we had stop signs, not a stop light. The traffic we were trying to enter had no stopping device. And it was rush hour. That left turner probably didn't make it out of there until this morning when traffic started going the other way...}

Feminine Mystique.

A few times a month I'm privileged to be able to watch this little girl.

I've never met such an easy-going, fun kid. Generally if they're easy, they're blobs. This is NOT the case with her.

The best part? She has an older brother, so hanging with my two trolls is easy-peezy for her.

Thanks for bringing a little feminine mystique to our house, pretty girl.

One Hell of a Day.

Today, Hubband turns 26. He also graduated. Again.

Today was the official certificate ceremony for his masters. It was a degree in a lot of gobblety-gook-geek-speak.

Trust me, you don't care that much.

Getting the second very expensive piece of paper. Good part? The Navy paid for it. Again.
The man with the hair is the hubband's boss man. Admiral Donald. (and if you're wondering what's with Kenny's faces, my guess is he was practicing his "Blue Steel".)

He is a man of many talents. At graduation ceremonies he poses for family pictures, and at the Christmas party, you can bring your newly born up for an "Admiral's Blessing".

He's kinda like the Pope. Better hair though...

Happy birthday hubband.

I'm proud of you babe. I'm proud of me too. Next degree is mine - deal?

I Can't Breath.

Allergies are killing me. KILLING ME. UGH. When is Winter coming back?

The Next Mr. Posh Spice.

Channeling his inner "Beckham".

I think he nailed it.

Where the EFF is Spring??????

Seriously, we went from frigid - to mild spring temps - to hot as hell "summer's here" Virginia weather.

I mean - who busts out the kiddie pool at the beginning in April? Not people in Bend. That's fer durn shore.

But, friend Missy did. And we were ever, ever so thankful. 95 degrees, and 90% humidity.

No bueno, when the pools don't open for another month and a half.

Lawn chair forts. Brings back memories, doesn't it?
Kieran, facing his irrational fear of snakes. I threw the rubber one in the pool not thinking about it, and he broke out into hysterics as soon as he saw it. Oi. Note to self: Kieran does NOT like snakes.

"Flippy Flippy" weather.
Ok, get the age range here. Braxton - 4 years 3mos, Kieran - 2years 4 mos, Taylor 1 year 23 mos.

They're ALL the same size. Blows my mind.

How's the weather where you're at?