It's been waaay toooo long!!

Yes, it has.

Sorry I've been gone, but that whole 'life' thing kinda got in the way.

Well, how about a update on everyone...just to make sure that I haven't lost or misplaced any of them!

Carl: (hubby) Is good. Job is going alright, if working more hours for less pay is alright. (yes, that's sarcasim.) His boss is super nice, but the whole situation just sucks.
He has his next MMA fight this friday. *eeek* I know, the nerves are kicking in. Anyone have an extra xanax they would care to spare?

Owen: He finishes school on June 4th. (oh, lordy...I pray for patience) He started baseball, and is quite the ham! He is the smallest one on the team (once again), but he's quite the powerhouse! I asked him to stop growing...yeah, he told me he can't. (kid's too smart sometimes!)

Cole: Is a hysterical little crazy man. No, really. He's funny as hell, but insanely crazy. He loves hitting on the ladies (who can't say no to that cute little mug?!), jumping off of things pretending he's 'spidey man'. Oh, yeah...we're going to be venturing into potty training land here soon. Oh, joy.

Me: Yeah, I'm here. Barely. Work is sucking major monkey balls like normal. I actually completed course one of a cake decorating class at Joann Fabrics (oh, yeah...I'm a wannabe Martha). I start school on June first. I'm scared shitless. Yes and no, really. I'm scared that I'm going to screw it up again (like I did 10 years ago, holy shit! did I really just say 10 YEARS AGO?!?!)
My grandma's not doing so hot. She lives in Oklahoma, so my mom's going down this saturday. I'm afraid that this will be the last mother's day she'll be here. My mom's already so upset, and I almost don't want her to take this trip. I'm afraid that it will break her. *sigh*

So that's the update. Sorry that I haven't been around, I really haven't been motivated to do much lately. I'm going to try and do atleast one post a week.

Thank you all (*cough* Jaci) for checking on me!

*and I'll stay away from the light!

Optimism

Tiffany is having a fun time with Mr. Linky today. Optimism pays she says.

Optimism does pay. It puts a positive spin on about anything. Being optimistic also helps you stay a bit healthier.

When I was younger (before kids basically) I just flew by the seat of my pants. I was selfish, negative, energetic, crazy, and basically didn't give a shit.

Then I got pregnant with Owen.


My life changed. I had to grow up. With having children, you need to be optimistic.

Hoping for the best, hoping that you'll raise this tiny baby to be somewhat human.

Hoping to make it through the night with a screaming little guy.

Hoping he'll do alright when he goes to school.

Then hoping he'll be a good big brother.


Hoping they'll get along.


Optimism in my little world is thinking today will be a good day.

Owen will have a good day at school.

Cole will have a good day with me.

Carl will have a great day at work.

Optimism is needed everyday. You need to wake up thankful that your kids have working lungs to wake you.

I'm thankful for my family and optimistic that we'll all turn out wonderful.

(I don't know how much more wonderful I can become, but you get the idea)

Dear Clueless Stupid Woman,

You excused yourself as you carelessly crossed my path as I'm trying to put my kiddie cart back into the 'cart corral'. That's fine. Until I see that you were the one parked right beside me.

You parked on my passenger side, 12 inches from my passenger side. Now you may not see what the problem is. You had plenty of room to exit and re-enter your car with no problem. Now for me, there's a huge problem. When you park that close to one's car, you leave very little room for a MOTHER to put her CHILD in their car seat. Now I could've barely squeezed my size 14 rear end through that open space.

Oh, how I cursed you under my breath as I climbed through the driver side back door and across the middle seat. Then to maneuver a 2 year old boy into his car seat, I was definitely heated.

So as I noticed that you were the stupid woman who parked so close to my car, I thanked you.

My exact words were "Thank you for parking so close, because I didn't have enough room to get my child in his seat". I believe your response was "Whatever".

Really? 'Whatever'? You look to be 26, maybe 27 years old. Dressed in your lovely dress pants, high heals, makeup perfect, and that's the best you could come up with?!

I hope that you realize that I truly didn't mean it when I proceeded to tell you that I hope your car got hit today. Well, maybe a little, but not enough to hurt you. Just enough to let you know that karma's a bitch.

And now I believe karma's going to come and bite me right in my ass.

Stupid woman.

You Can Call Me Satan.

Yes. I'm Satan.


At least I feel like Satan.

I woke up feeling completely and totally EVIL.

No, it's not that time.

I think it's a mixture of trying to run a household, raise to boys, work full time, and then figure out how I'm going to throw school into the mix.

Yup. I'm a bit worn out.

I feel awful when I feel like this.

I yelled at the boys this morning a bazillion times (hubby had to work EARLY so I had them all to myself).

Now I have Aladdin on for Cole so I can have some 'me' time on the computer.

I bit Carl's head of a few dozen times this morning before he left. Then cursed his name when I found out he did NOTHING last night while I was at work. The load of laundry I put in the wash, still there this morning.

*sigh*

He helps quite a bit around the house, but not when I need it the most. Know what I mean?

I'll be better tomorrow. This is how I am when there's no freaking sunshine in Ohio.

I need me some freaking sunshine.

Have a nice day.

Yes, I'm still Satan.

Look Ma'!

Look what I've taught myself how to make!









Oh, yeah. Just call me Betty.



This was one of the easiest little desserts to make!



In the February issue of Woman's Day (easy...my mom gave it to me...) they had a fantastic recipe on the front.



Petits fours:



Cut frozen pound cake into 1-inch cubes.



Spoon canned frosting into a bowl (stick with regular icing- not whipped), tint with gel food coloring as desired. Microwave frosting 10-15 seconds (I did 20) until it's the consistency of heavy cream.

(you may have to re-heat the icing several times throughout the icing process)



With a fork, dip each cube into frosting to coat. Let drip into bowl, tap fork to remove excess. (make sure the cube is coated all around)



With a dull knife, slide frosted cake onto foil lined baking sheet.



If using sprinkles, decorate immediately so they'll stick.



Using tube of decorating icing, pipe message on others.



I placed them in mini-cup cake paper holders. They stored great in the fridge.



They were definitely pretty tasty!!

Slacker

Yup, that's me.

I'm a slacker.

We've had a bit of a stress the past couple weeks.

Here's a recap:

Feb 3rd- Carl has a dr appt. They've scheduled a MRI for Feb 9th. (explain later)

Feb 5th- Found out Carl may not have a job due to some stupid shit he did when he was 19 and 20 years of age.

Feb 6th- I had a dr appt, found out I wasn't dying of cancer. (I'm a bit dramatic, but there were questions!)

Feb 6th (also)- found out that they over looked my wiener husband's misdemeanors. Has a job! Yay!

Feb 9th- Carl's MRI. Don't get results yet.

Feb 11th- Get results. No aneurysms, blockage, or clots. (MRI on head and up chest). Yay! Not dying!

Feb 11th- Owen hit a little girl at school. No I'm NOT kidding. He took it upon himself to smack her in the face because she was talking in gym class. Oh, how the shit-ith hit-ith the fan-ith.

Feb 12th- Spawn of Satan...oops, Owen was aloud to partake in Valentines merriment. Had a good day, thanking his stars!

Feb 14th (VD!)- Got called into work 2 hours before scheduled time. Got my ass handed to me in a pretty basket, yes, with a nice red bow. We were on a wait from 3:30 until 9pm. (I work in a restaurant, if you haven't guessed yet) O-ray-of-sunshine management wasn't going to send the people who came in early for them, home early. (oh, the foul words ran like little jackolopes in my head)

Feb 16th- Went to a friends house for playtime. Had a great time. Went home realizing there is NOTHING to eat in my house. Glad to know that we've been out of milk for 2 days, and hubby didn't bother to right it down!! (there's those jackolopes again)

*sigh*

We've had our good with our bad these past couple days/weeks. Positive thinking people, positive thinking.

So, how was your VD? Everyone loves a good VD!
(snickering like a 12yr old little boy)

*edited to mention the fact that both boys were sick through the beginning of this fun stuff. Owen had Fifth's Disease, Cole had pink eye- then Fifth's disease. Good times!

Lil' Livingroom Parade

We had a little parade going on in our living room for Tuesday Whitt.

We enjoyed spending time and having fun in memory of Tuesday. I don't think my boys quite knew what was going on, but they had fun doing a parade with the toys!



They had to wear their hats of course, since it was a special occasion! (We were going to go for a walk, but colds and cold weather didn't permit)

Then we had a picnic! Our smiley-face taters were definitely tanned well! lol..



They definitely enjoyed their dinosaur chicky and smiley fries.

It felt good to know that others all around were praying and having their own special time for Tuesday.

I pray the Whitt family is graced with peace and loving family to get through this time.