I hate the baggers at the commissary, they are the absolute WORST. They are mean, old, grumpy, and make me want to stop going to the commissary. But, I wont. Why? Cause I'm cheap, and they have good deals. Assholes. I will write more on this later, but somehow Carson mangaed to get out of the duct tape....dammit.
*For you cilvilan folk, the commissary is a grocery store on post that saves us alot of money, only military folk can go there and shop.
This first clip made me fall totally and MADLY in love with this man. I mean seriously...how could you not love those moves? Ay papi...Me enamore.
Now this one...speaks for itself. Top Gun Volleyball Scene...better than PORN.
I try to remember my favorite celebrity crush like this. I don't know who that crazy fucker that knocked up Joey from Dawson's Creek is.
My mother has ADD, ADHD whatever you wanna call it, undiagnosed of course. I am diagnosing her ass. That is what conversations are like with her. I call her this morning to see if she and my sister want me to book their flights as they are going to come visit us in July. I call her at work and this is how she rolls....
ADD Mom: MC Adult Probation, how may I help you?
Most Wonderful Daughter (EVER): Mom, it's me..have you talked to (sister) about the dates?
ADD Mom: No, she never calls me back....OMG! Guess who died?
MWD: Who?
ADD Mom: *Bonnie! Can you believe she died? (*Bonnie is not the real name)
MWD: OMG! She did? I am so sorry...I can't believe she died.
ADD Mom: Ahhhh shit...I forgot the Pepsi was on sale at Safeway
MWD: Mom, Mom, hey...who's Bonnie?
ADD Mom: You know, HIS mom.
MWD: Oh. (I remember)
ADD Mom: Yeah, well I gotta go...I can't believe I forgot the PEPSI.
MWD: Ok, mom talk to you later.
ADD Mom: Hey, is it cold over there right now?
MWD: Bye mom.
Having conversations with my mother are just pointless sometimes. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought she was on crack. Seriously, most people that meet her assume she is on something or bipolar.
About Bonnie, I am sorry she died, I didn't know her well. I talked to her a few years back. I saw her at a local restaurant in town, she approached me. She said she recognized me, I asked how her son was, she replied that he was "hanging in there" she then apologized to me for the way her son treated me, it was weird and awkward. I told her we were young, it was in the past. If I hadn't made mistakes I had with him, I wouldn't have what I have now. He was my unanswered prayer.
Anyhow..maybe her son will grow the fuck up now that she is gone.
Look what it made me do....Don't blame me, it's the music!
I am twenty-eight, a mother of four, a wife, and I LOVE rap music. I love Eminem, Jay-Z, Kanye West, Little John, Fabulous, Ludicrous...yes I am a self-proclaimed thug loving music fool. Bite me, I don't care. My list of rap artists could go on and on but most of you probably have no idea who I am talking about. Should I be ashamed? On my way home the other day I was blaring "Lose Yourself" by Eminem and I turned it down because I didn't want my neighbors to hear it. WTF is wrong with me? Fuck that. I like rap, I can handle a few bad words, but I don't listen to the hard core stuff. But, why do I care?
I was at a gathering a few days ago and everyone was giddy about the Martina McBride concert, (the thought of going to that concert makes me want to puncture my eardrums with a sharp object) I wanted to shout "I want to see Eminem, fuck Martina". But, alas I didn't. So, I sat there and pretended to like Martina.
I mean I am not ashamed that I love me some Air Supply, but will not own up to my rap obsession. Eh, I don't care...anyone has a problem? They can suck it. ;) No more turning my radio down.
I finally bought a runner for the entry way, now maybe I wont break out into a nervous twitch every time the kids come in from playing outside.
When I finally decide to turn in for the night I can never figure out why I can't sleep. Yes, I am that dense. I never realized that having a Coke before I go to bed can in fact keep me up. I toss, turn, browse the blogs, watch TV, anything that comes to mind until I get so tired that I finally doze off. I gotta stop with my Coke obsession, at least before bed. It's killing me. I wake up dragging ass and feeling like shit all day.
The weather was PERFECT today and we played outside all morning, it was great. My sod isn't looking good, I don't know what I am doing wrong? Ughhh...David will be so sad if he gets back and all the sod still looks like shit. All that hard work and money, F**K...it better not DIE!
We are gonna start doing some scrap booking and walking this week, gonna keep ourselves busy. I mean I have a ton of must do things I should be doing. BUT, playing with the kids and doing FUN stuff sounds so much better.
FYI: Before calling the repairman about a "gas smell" make sure your 20 month old toddler hasn't turned on the burner on the stove just enough not to hear the "clicky sound" but enough to leak gas to be smelled and cause you to freak out. Repair guy was nice though, didn't make me feel like an ass ;)
Also...things aren't always what they seem. I finally talked to my neighbor. She's not a crazy bitch, but her kid is.
He's an artist at heart.
He's got skills.
Canvas for Playroom....I'd never thought I'd actually put up their art. (Yes, I am that mom) ;)
Wow..He's like Picasso n' shit.
You can't hold an artist down....it's called expression.
You are a terrorist-loving scoundrel who hates our dear leader and the values he defends. There are few redeeming qualities about you. You most likely celebrated when the evil-doers hit us on 9/11, then opposed the Iraq war when we tried to pay them back. You hurt us at every step and cause troops to die in the field by questioning Bush's decisions. You are most likely a lost cause, doomed to be a brainwashed victim of free thought and liberalism forever. No dose of Ann Coulter's prose can save you now.
Do You Want the Terrorists to Win?
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I am having an emo night and want to jump in my car and drive home. This time of year is fun in Arizona. My cousin is graduating from high school, it's summertime and our family will be partying. I will miss it. Last year I was there, but David was deployed so it was bittersweet. I need to remember to call my grandmother more, If I go more than two weeks without giving her a ring, she cries her ass of when I call. So, note to self: Call your grandma jackass.
I called my FIL today to let him know I emailed him some pic of the kids, and of course he forces the subject onto "Old Dubya" he ALWAYS does this. Oh, and did I mention he is ALWAYS right? He goes on to tell me Hillary is going to get the Democratic nomination and that McCain will get the Republican nomination, because as I stated previously he knows everything. Then he says "Hillary can't even keep her marriage under control, how is she gonna run the damn country?" I was gonna flip. I didn't, I was a good DIL. I just said.."yeah uh huh" there is absolutely no sense in arguing with the elderly and senile. What I wanted to say was "Hillary fucking got over it, you need to as well", yeah I didn't think that would go over very well....so I didn't. Boo on me. 
He was kinda cute today....I may keep him ;)
Do you have a song you absolutely love? I do. I don't care if you didn't ask, I'm telling you what it is. I have a secret obsession with Air Supply, I love 70's music. Seriously......I feel all nostalgic and crap when I listen to it, I can feel myself in bell bottoms and being all groovy and shit. Then I remember I was born in 1978. My sister makes fun of me because I love these guys so much, once they were playing at a casino in the AZ and I wanted to go see them. I am still pissed that I missed the show. Air Supply rocks.
Onto a more fascinating subject....my biter. He bit me. He put his little angelic head on my shoulder so lovingly, he wanted a hug. He went in for the kill and put his little chompers into my arm. I screamed and yelled. He cried. We made up. He seriously needs to stop with the biting before I sell him. 
The little Biter.
Today was Ashley's soccer ceremony, it was nice and low key. Wait, scratch that. Nothing is low key with 12 ten year olds hyped up on pizza, cake and soda. It went well, I am finding out that my kid is well liked, and that makes me happy. Poor kid has so much stuff going on this month and David is missing it all. She had her band recital yesterday, soccer ceremony today and will have her crossover ceremony next week without him too. We will memorex it for him, but it isn't the same. OK, enough boo hoo. Ashley has decided she wants to play soccer from now on, and she wants to play offense. So, I am gonna have her practice with the boys in the neighborhood, maybe they can teach her not be so afraid of the ball. We'll see.
It so needs to stop raining in Colorado, I am tired of it. Make it stop. I hate the way muddy feet make my carpet look.
WCW brought to you by TKW, whom always makes me pee my pants when I read her posts.
This is my girl Kimbahly.....she is a wild one. I love her. I love her because only she can make changing a kids ass in a parking lot at the park look so stylish. She is a mom who rocks out. Doesn't she look uber cool? Doesn't she make being a mommy look like so much fun? Did you play?
Also, I am starting to miss him, I really do like him. Ok, enough of a break. Can you come home now?
Ashley's team played an all boys Pride team today, I hate Pride. Her team lost so I am allowed to hate Pride today. Nazi soccer parents can suck it. How can that game be considered fair and equal?
We have a band recital tomorrow, yay! I will be filling up on coke and rum beforehand and be fully prepared with my earplugs...oops did I say that out loud? Just kidding, damn. I can't wait to hear my princess play her flute!
I wanna give a shout out to my girl Elainery for keeping my animals this afternoon, taking my two boys to any soccer game is like a train wreck, seriously. Even though she is prego and tired and missing her man oh so much...She still kept my hellions. Thanks girl, I am glad I have you in my life.
Open Letter: It is just tacky, irresponsible and rude to talk about your husband's soldiers on MySpace or any other public forum, especially when using names. I'm just saying.........
I love queso, lots of it, on everything. I especially love Havarti, that stuff makes my mouth water. I swear I have been to every store in town and all of their Havarti tastes like ass. Not Super Target, their Havarti is heaven, pure bliss. It may add ten pounds to my fat ass, but I love Havarti. Funny from a kid who was brought up on government cheese, my mother would be so disappointed in me, eating fancy shmancy cheese out of the deli counter and everything!
David is at NTC now and I am here with my clan. We have had a few disagreements but we are working through them. Some observations since dad has been gone.
1. Yes kids, poop needs to be picked up EVERYDAY. Got it?
2. Devon it is not cool to poop and pee on the floor, if you must please use the back yard....K?
3. Carson, the word no does not constitute a full out seizure type hissy fit...shut it. Get used to "NO".
4. Your chores still need to be done even if your dad isn't here. Asses.
If any of you know my neighbor and what the fuck is up with the drama over at their place, I must know. I am going nuts. I need to know if I have any crazy fuckers living in my neighborhood. You know, so I can hang out with them :P
He's leaving Saturday! We needed a mini break, I get nothing done when he is home. When he is here he expects me to do all of these outlandish things like wash his clothes, cook, clean, and even do the deed with him! Who does he think I am? The maid? Totally kidding.....He will be gone for a month, a month is cake. If I can deal with a year, and soon deal with fifteen months, then yeah...a month is a weekend. I hate when I hear pansy ass wives complain about a week. Shut your pie hole, I don't wanna hear it. So, me, the kids, and my girls...we are gonna keep each other busy.
I don't know what to do about my bad ass shitty kid. He is two, he keeps taking his diaper or pull up off, last night was the kicker....he took a crap! And, proceeded to leave shit all over the house. It was not a good night, I wanted to ship him off. Oh wait! I can't...cause he's my kid. Dammit.
Anyhow, I think he's ready to go hard core with the potty training, so we are gonna go out buy some fruit snacks, a new potty (one he likes) and get this poop on. I mean he will get his poop on. I can't do poop, I really can't. Poop on my floor? Hell no.
Everyone loves free stuff and now there is an online company called Bid4Prizes that allows you to bid on items anyone would love to own, and best of all they are free! All you have to do is have the lowest bid on the item. I would love to get my hands on the BMW3 Series, winning a car like that would change my life. Just think about it, no car payment and I would own a brand new car, the financial freedom I would have to win a prize like that. I don't even have to go online to bid, I can text my bid in. Bid4Prizes has a variety of prizes they give away everyday. So, the next time you are online check out their site and enter your unique bid for your chance to win.
The feeling. I hate it. Have you ever had a feeling like you should be worried about something, not something life shattering, but something you should take care of? I had that feeling last night. Now I can't remember what it was, what I mean is I can't remember what I was worried about. Dammit.
I think Melinda Doolittle will win, even though she has one of the weirdest looking faces I have ever seen....her voice kicks ass. I do love me some Blake though, his little beatboxing makes me smile, and he is a cutie. I'm not sure why but this season I love American Idol, I really enjoy watching the damn show. I think it's because David is home, things aren't as fun when he isn't home, well except for shopping. I can shop forever without him, I prefer it.
We had a playdate today and it was pure chaos. You see between my three friends and I we have a total of twelve children, and most are under the age of three. Yes, we are certifiable. But, it was fun.
Attention: Dads at McDonald's, it is not cool when your sons are beating on other children....if they wanna beat on each other and you are cool with it then so be it. Ummmm...yeah thanks.
The road home, it was yucky. Next weekend we're getting a damn donut!
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