Stressful being a girl

Well these cute little shoes were supposed to be fun for the girls, but as you can see by the later picture they turned out to be pretty stressful. It sure if tough being a girl and trying to look good!

Tagged

I was tagged to go to my pictures to the 4th folder and click on the 4th picture in that folder. Here it is. Amelia's b-day party 2 years ago. It was at Snip It's. Now I tag you.

Halloween

So our family has never really been into Halloween. Having 4 girls means having a house full of scardy cats. Sorry Josh. I used to decorate for Halloween and try to get into the spirit of the holiday. Nothing too crazy -a witch, some witch shoes, spiders, you know all the stuff you probably put up. But after years of complaining from the girls that it freaks them out I gave all my stuff to my sister. She has a couple of boys who can't wait to get all of that scary stuff out. Well of course this year I get complaining again but now for not decorating. Go figure. Well, it ain't gonna happen people. I loved not having to store stuff and pull it out for a couple of weeks. So then they wanted to talk Halloween costumes. I say we have a closet full of old dance recital costumes take your pick. I can guarantee you will be wearing the most expensive outfit out of anyone. (those dance costumes cost an arm and a leg) Well you can imagine the terror in these girls eyes. "Are you kidding me mom? I have already worn those. I can't wear them again besides they are dance outfits" Do they think they are celebrities and people are keeping tabs on them? So I gave a firm NO I AM NOT BUYING YOU A COSTUME lecture. Like I am going to spend $25.00 x 5 kids for a 2 hour night of walking around in the dark. Hello, who really even sees the outfits? So, my kids decided to spend their own money on their costumes this year. Rachel bought a witch outfit, Josh a scary mask, Amelia stuff to be a Gypsies and Abby a fairy. Let's see if they have buyers remorse Nov. 1st. I have a feeling they will.

Lilly

Here are some random things Lilly says. I think they are funny enough to share.

"Mom, can I have a lonely room?"

(That means she wants her own room and doesn't want to share with Abby anymore)

"Mom, will you pet me?"

(That means she would like me to rub her back and feet.)

"Mom, when will it be up time?"

(When is it going to be morning)

"Can I have some Monka?"

(I want ice cream)

These are just a few of the laughs I get from this girl.

Dream

I love to go to bed at night and fall asleep wondering what I am going to dream about. I am a good dreamer. I am lucky enough to dream in color and remember the dream when I wake up in the morning. I dream at least 5 times a week. It's funny how dreams work and tell a story of my life at the time. If I am really stressed out in my real life I will dream about my days as a waitress at TC Eggington's. The dream will be about having a ton of tables and people to wait on and not being able to keep up. It is usually about not being able to get their drinks out to them. If Marc and I aren't getting along I usually dream about me and some celebrity guy. I have been on a date with Justin Timberlake, Keanue Reaves and Ryan Gosling so far. These dreams really help smooth things over for Marc and I. I sometimes welcome the fight between us so I can have a "Dream Date". So last night I had a dream that I only had about 10 hours to live. It was very disturbing. I remember being really sad and wanting to get things done before I checked out. I remember telling myself "Hey it is going to be okay to die. You can see what's on the other side. You should be excited to be heading there". Thinking those thoughts in my dream really put me at ease. I remember not being scared to die. So any idea what this dream was suppose to mean or say to me? Oh, I didn't end up dying. I lived. I was given a shot of some medication in my arm and Marc said it would make me live. Weird huh!

Laundy

Sometimes doing laundry isn't that bad. Today I came into a good amount of change from people not emptying their pockets. So..... that means diet vanilla coke for me today at sonic!

INSPIRATION

INSPIRATION: arousal of the mind to special unusual activity or creativity. I feel like I need some inspiration to tackle the things I need to do. I need to clean out and organize the kids closets and pantry. I feel like that takes some creativity on my part. I need to find a way to maximize the space we have and to do it in a fashion that the kids can relate to. I need them to be able to relate to how I set things up so there are less messes. Any ideas?

I also need some inspiration for this race I signed up for. It seemed like a great idea 3 months ago. My body is tired and my mind is bored when I run for longer than an hour. After running for 1 hour straight I run out of things to keep my mind off what I am doing. By this point my head phones are all sweaty (it bugs me to no end) and my clothes are soaked. Now running for 1 hour straight for me is only getting through 5 miles. I still need to add 8 more miles onto this. See where I am going with this???? I have ran 6.5 miles as my longest run yet, but this 13 mile race is in 3 months. Can I do it? Give me some inspiration!

What I have been doing with my weekends

This is what has been going on in my life for the past two weekends.

Abby celebrated her b-day at Jestzer's comedy club. Look how pretty she is in her striped shirt she got from my sister for her b-day. Marc and I had a great time hanging with all of these kids. Great bunch of kiddos.

The next weekend was Rachel's b-day. She had a gymnastics meet on her b-day. That brought her some good luck. She got medals on beam and vault. Pretty exciting stuff. Then that night we went and had a family dinner. We always let the kids choose where they would like to eat on their b-day.

We went and ate at La Stalla in down town Chandler. This place has great Italian food. The kids showed great manners and nobody spilled their water. Something about having the cloth napkins kicks them into perfect mode. Maybe I should use them everyday at the dinner table.
This was our posse at dinner.





The next day we went to the Kristi Yamagouchi ice skating show featuring the Johnas brothers. Wow a packed weekend for little Rachel's b-day. Good times.

Rachel's b-day

My peanut turned 8. Somehow 8 years ago I got preggo with Rachel. Have in mind that 3 months earlier I had given birth to #3, was on the mini pill and nursing. Rachel didn't care and decided she needed to join the family. The doctor didn't think that the pregnancy was even going to stay because my HCG levels were so low. But Rachel held on and 9 months later I had 4 kids in my care. Abby 4, Josh 2, Amelia barley 1 and a newborn. Needless to say my life was a blurr. What I do know is that Rachel was 5 lbs and 3 oz and popped out. She was colic for the first couple of months. This kid didn't even like to ride in the car. Full blown screaming about 12 hours out of the 24 hour day. Starting at age 1 she would hold her breath until she passed out and turned blue. She would have a seizure to bring her back to life. The fire department and paramedics would show up every time it happened out in public. Let's see it happened at swim lessons, cost cutters, grocery store, school and home many of times. And yes I would totally freak out every time. It would happen at LEAST once a month. When she would get hurt or start to cry that would bring it on. It really sucked and that is all I can say about it. By age 5 she outgrew that crazy breath holding. Rachel was a difficult baby but is the easiest kid now. She is totally chill all of the time. Here are 8 things I love about my 8 year old:

1. She is AWESOME at gymnastics. She amazes me every time she does a trick.
2. She has the personality and looks of my sister who I think the world of. She really could be my sisters kid. They are more alike than Rachel and I. (Lucky Rachel)
3. She has a great smile.
4. She is dedicated to getting her homework done no matter how tired she is.
5. She is a great sister.
6. She knows how to cuddle really good.
7. She loves to shop.
8. She likes to keep her room picked up.

Dysfunctional things about me

I've been tagged to admit 6 dysfunctional things about myself. Here they are:

1. I don't eat the tip or end of a banana. I always throw those parts away.

2. I haven't gone to bed with make up on my face more than maybe 3 times in my entire life. I always wash my face before bed no matter what. It is a must!

3. I always sleep with earplugs in my ears. I find the ringing of my ears soothing and the earplugs help me to concentrate on that noise so I can fall asleep.

4. I wear flip flops every single day of the year!

5. I only wash my hair 2 times a week. My hair looks better if it is a bit dirty. I do shower everyday don't worry.

6. I sleep on top of pillows that are on top of my bed. I'm talking my whole body sleeps on top of pillows. We even have a pillow top bed. The pillows also have to have the tag facing towards me feet.

I tag whoever reads this.

Need an attitude adjustment?

There once was a woman who woke up one morning, looked in the mirror and noticed she had only three hairs on her head. "Well," she said, "I think I'll braid my hair today." So she did and had a wonderful day. The next day, she woke up, looked in the mirror and saw that she had only two hairs on her head. "Hmm," she said, "I think I'll part my hair down the middle today." So she did and had a fantastic day. The next day, she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed that she had only one hair on her head. "Well," she said, "today I'm going to wear my hair in a ponytail." So she did and had a really great day. The next day, she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed that there wasn't a single hair on her head. "YEA!" she exclaimed, "I don't have to fix my hair today!"

Boy, I needed this story. I'm not a glass 1/2 full type of gal these days. I am more my glass is cracked and leaking. I'm gonna try hard to switch up the ole attitude.

Thank you? How many times is enough?

I read a blog about thank yous and it got me thinking. How many times do you have to say THANKS? I mean come on if you open a present in front of someone, you say you love it, THANK YOU SO MUCH, why is it considered rude if you don't send a follow up thank you card? Does the giver really need to be stroked that much? Another example: You go to lunch with someone, they pay, you say thanks, do you have to send a follow up? I have received a follow up. Okay how about this: You have a kids b-day party, they tell the other kid thanks for the present. Then how about this idea: The parent of the kid who gave the present send the mom of the kid whose birthday party it was a card saying "Thanks for spending a butt load of money on my kid and taking them off my hands for the afternoon. It was really great having the afternoon to myself". See where I am going with this? Instead, the stressed out mom who is now in the poor house from spending a butt load of money on a party now has to worry about thank you cards. And that means basically writing them out for your kid who is screaming at the table saying" I don't want to do this it's too hard " as they are looking at a stack of 20 cards to fill out. Do you blame them? I am all for a nice Thank You card but sometimes I think a verbal and a smile is just as good.