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I came across this while blog stalking, and couldn't stop laughing....thought I'd share!!

He said apple

Since I live in shit hole "Freeze your ass off Colorado" we are home bound and eating lots of junk accompanied by "The Black Dahlia" with Josh Hottnet and Scarlett Johooker. The plot is slow and dragging ass, and the acting totally stinks. Just thought I'd share.... I intended on renting "Little Miss Sunshine" because my sister told me it was fabulous and that I just had to see it. But, that little machine in the shoppette is always out of it! I even go to the one by the barracks because I figured single soldiers do not want to watch that type of movie...I guess they do.

So, being the procrastinator I am, I decided to head over to the commissary this morning to do some last minute shopping, and it was absolute madness. The line wrapped around the store, people were acting like assholes, and Loverbaby decides to throw a shit fit while we were in line because he wants to open the cinnamon rolls that need to be baked. I'm telling you...I am raising a genius.

We ate lots of junk food today......all fried. We loved it. Chicken wings, mozzarella sticks, pizza, fries. And, I didn't even feel bad about it, you know why? Cause I hate the snow. It's my way of giving the snow the bird. I hate snow.


We are working on words with the Loverbaby and Loverkid. Loverkid said apple yesterday in Safeway while we were looking for wings. Loverboy was so proud of him that he just had to go and buy him a bag of apples. Now he thinks they are all his. Seriously, AshleyBear and RiahBear wanted one when we got home......and he gave them this "Touch them and die" look and pointed his nasty germ infested finger at them and said "no". Poor kid....he thinks he is so tough. Doesn't he know his sisters could kick his ass? Does he not know he's two?

Well, he's kinda bad ass.....he did say apple.

Not That Sad....

President Gerald Ford died yesterday. He lived his life to a ripe, old age of 93. He was a successful man, and was the president. So, it's not too sad. It's always sad to lose a loved one, but he lived his life (a good one too). Rest In Peace President Ford.

Cwabby Ass

I am so freaking crabby. I am pissed because it's already Wednesday! I am pissed because now I wish we would have gone home to visit for some of the holidays. When I say home I am referring to Arizona, Loverboy is in the Army so......wherever we are is really home. It was a tad sad this year, we had Christmas alone. Not really alone, just our little family. The last time we did that was about eight years ago!

Last night I suggested to Loverboy we go home for New Year's Eve. I don't think it's going to happen, Colorado is supposed to have another storm on Thursday morning that follows into Friday and we can't leave until Friday morning. BLAH! And, we would have to head back Tuesday, so yeah I don't think so.

I was hiding. They found me, ahhh they always do. So, I pretended they weren't there, I am talking about the "Turd Builders" that's what they are, my little darlings Loverkid and Loverbaby. I ignored them, they start crying so I figure Loverboy will come to my rescue and he does......

Loverboy: "Hey, what's going on up here?"

Me: "Well, I figured if you heard them you might get off your ass and come get them".

Loverboy: "Babe, you know I don't care when they cry".

(He uses the "Tone them out" technique)

**He then realizes they are destroying his GYM/Office....and removes them :) **

NICE.

**Note to self: Letting the Turd Builders break Loverboy's things will get him off his ass***

Does Santa Have Email?

So, Loverboy and I have been wrapping countless gifts for the little ingrates. And, yes they have made it HELL. Every five seconds...."What are you doing?"and "Can we come in?". There have been a few almost ruined surprises, but we're cool. We are almost finished! Loverboy wrapped some more gifts this morning, with his knife. He swears he has to use a knife for wrapping. Now he's gonna put up lights tonight, talk about waiting until the last minute huh?

So, I think AshleyBear knows that Santa isn't real, and I think she's afraid to tell us. Smart of her. We'll just keep pretending until she's in college or something. She got a postcard in the mail from the "North Pole" letting her know that Santa got her letter. She knows, she has to. You know how I know? RiahBear never got her postcard letting her know Santa got her letter.....so she's pretty worried. She came into the room today and you know what she told us?

RiahBear: "Mom, can you email Santa for me? He didn't get my letter, A said I could email him and he would get it".

**AshleyBear knows Santa does not have email**

Loverboy and I will have been married for twelve years on December 30th!!

(The day we got married Loverboy 18, Me 16)

We are so fucking bad ass....look at that white suit. Don Johnson ain't got nothing on my baby.

(JROTC ball in high school Loverboy 17, Me, 15)

Another picture of us hot bitches....My hair? WTF was I thinking??!!

So, now that you've seen our hotness, and our keen sense of fashion...please refrain from running out and copying my updo, only few can pull that shit off. Damn...we were some stylish mofos.

The Destroyers

He was vaccuming, cleaning, dusting.....He was setting up his "gym/office". Loverboy has decided to finally set up his gym, he actually got his machine set up last night, I'm not sure what it is called. He is now on a search for an elliptical machine, a decent one, and nothing too pricey. Ughhh...now I will have no excuse to work out. But, the computer is in the same room now...so I can maybe do a "surf n' work" routine.

The Loverboys decided to help daddy with his gym, until he gave their little asses the boot. They are quite the destructive bunch. They cried, he bitched....they really loved tearing down the pieces he was putting up.

Alas...the final product. His stupid machine.

Abuelos

My Abuelito, My Sisters, My Kids & I

We took my abuelito to dinner the last time he came to see us in Arizona, good times.

Grandparents. I always get irritated because my RiahBear wants to spend so much time with her grandmother. I get a bit hurt actually. I realize now how important the realtionships we have with our grandparents are (those of us whom are lucky enough to get to know them). Not all of us have the opportunity to get to know them. I am lucky. I knew (know) all of my grandparents. Well, kinda. My dad's father isn't really his father...he knows that though, his father is in Mexico and I have never met him. But, I am cool with the man I know as my grandfather on my dad's side.....he is a nice man.

My maternal grandparents are very good, hard-working people. They are divorced now. And, my grandfather has returned to Texas, in his eyes Texas is home...translation = Mexico.

Everyone wishes he would have stayed in Arizona, that is where his children live. But, it is also where my grandmother lives, so he left. He lives his life in Texas with my Tia Rosita his older sister. I miss him, I miss my grandmother too. She loves to make the kids clothes, I love that she loves doing that for them. Linda is sending me a shawl she made for AshleyBear.

So, I am uber bummed that I wont see them this Christmas, it's ok though because I have Loverboy home. Who could ask for more?

Poinsettas are pretty. But, I kill everything, and you can't even tell the difference between a real one and a fake one. Actually, I have a real one too and it's still alive...weird.

So, real or fake? I can't tell.

Did you know that McDonald's closes their playland at 9:00? Yeah, we found out the hard way. We wanted a late night snack on Saturday night, so we ventured of to Mickey D's...their damn playland was closed! Loverkid threw a shitfit...because we not only unloaded him once took him in and then loaded him back up into the van....but TWICE! Yeah, he pretty much hated us. And, I hated McDonald's that night.

Blogger is acting like an idiot again. I wanted to post more pics. Sorry.

This weeks Thursday Thirteen is dedicated to my familia.

1. I miss my sisters so much it hurts sometimes.

2. Loverkid just has to smile and I feel better.

3. Loverbaby looks like a dinosaur (Thanks Krissi!) :P

4. I am turning into my mother. I'm only trying to keep her good qualities.

5. AshleyBear is so much like her father and I....yet we are both so different.

6. M&M has the CRAZIEST imagination. Pure Genius.

7. I want to have the kind of love for my children my grandmother had for her children.

8. Yard Sales with my mom and sisters is a childhood memory, a good one.

9. Egging cars is illegal...even if you are with your mom when you do it.

10. My Tia J....she is a nut but I love her. Sometimes, I think I am her daughter.

11. I need more patience.

12. I wish I was better in math so I could help AshleyBear more.

13. I got lucky when I married him. Loverboy rocks my socks.

Emo Kid...Me?

I am an EMO kid. I seriously have been a super emotional wreck and today is one of those days. I was driving to meet one of my BFF and on the way to our McDonald's play date lunch I hear a Spanish song and I think of my grandmother and I start bawling. Then I think of my mom...whom I hold a hidden grudge against. And, I make a command decision to write her a letter....we just don't talk about issues and agree to disagree, it's just how we get along. I know she did her best, and no parent is perfect......And, I was a pretty big jerk as a teenager. I don't think I have ever told her that, so this Christmas I think I will. This year has been tough on me....she raised my sisters and I alone for the most part. I almost died doing it for a year!! So, I guess hindsight is 20/20, I am older and wiser. I can accept the fact that I have been an asshat.

Now, I am really going to start wrapping gifts. Really.

Wait! I forgot! I found this huge Christmas Pooh to put in the front yard on Craigslist for $10...I am going to pick it up today! I am so excited! Loverboy wasn't too thrilled...he thinks Pooh is gay. Pshhhh....the kids are gonna love it.

Garbage Pail Kids

Yes, these are my very own Garbage Pail Kids. They are gross little people. They not only shit themselves daily, and spew random messes from their mouths and walk around like cavemen, they have now reached a new level. Lucky Me.

They decided it was a good idea to get into the trash today. Well, not both of them. Devon just watched Carson like a responsible big brother. Arghhhhh......I can't even poop without these little monsters doing something bad!

Anywho....today I have my Coffee, and I have no gift for my gift exchange. Maybe, I give one of my kids away? Hmmmmm......That's a thought.

So, off to Target I go. I heart Target. I really do.

Anyone?

Know how to link a picture to a site? Help.

Christmas Funk

I still haven't mailed my cards, taken a christmas picture or sent out gifts. I suck. I really do. What is happening to me? I have been in a Christmas Shit Funk. Can it please end? Because I usually love Christmas.



Our gate is broken at the top of the stairs...which means I have to haul ass everytime Carson is upstairs because he thinks he is grown and can get down on his own, and up on his own. NOT.

This is my little genius right before he bites the big one. He really didn't bite it, dad caught him.

Another item I must purchase.....a damn gate. I LOVE shopping, just not for a gate I wont need in 6 months.

So, here I am blogging instead of writing out Christmas cards. Call me Scrooge that is what I feel like this year.

I wanna bitch about something, but I wont. I think I am a pretty good person, and don't get all nuts over petty shit. I really don't. Bleh....verbal diarrhea. I wont do it. But, I am pissed.

**Edited** I am no longer pissed. I feel better now. Merry Christmas!!

I Like To Party!

Ok, so it's been a while since I partied. We had a long week. My house is trashed, and needs major work. But, I had fun!! We had a Gift Exchange at a friends party....and David got a "Ex-Wife" pic...that was funny, you had to be there. I double booked us that night...so we left the party early. BOO! Then we headed over to another shindig, and David did some karaoke...not pretty. But, I was glad he had a good time, he needed it.

I need to find Buzz Lightyear...Toys R' Us here I come.