Where Did My Baby Go?

He has grown up, he's not even a toddler anymore...*sniff*. He's hanging out with the older crowd at the park now...not the toddlers anymore. I took this picture at the park, this was his crowd..don't they look so big?

Also, he seems to think his Uncle Mikey broke his camera (we don't know who broke it, but it's older than my Grandmother). Normally when Uncle Mikey calls, Eric talks & talks. The last two times he says "Uncle Mikey, you broke my camera?" and when he says No, Eric says "Then who did, huh? Did my Mommy break it? Can someone tell me who broke my camera?"

WHAT THE FUCK?

So, now I need to go find him a new camera. He's not letting this go at all. If you slightly suggest that his sister did it, he says "No, she would not break my favorite camera".

Ha.

I Think My Kids Are Plotting Against Me

Seriously. They have been real good so far today. I think it's going to be a long night.

Eric came home around oh...630pm last night. Uh yeah..just a little late. But okay, whatever. Not a big deal. His Dad did cram his suit case full of new clothes and for that, I shall let the lateness go. To be honest, I would have let it go anyway..the clothes just made it easier. So, now both Eric & Brianna have plenty of summer clothes, this is great. I think I still need to buy Eric an Easter Outfit, but eh...no biggie.

I took the kid's for Ice Cream today, Eric's Dad gave him ice cream money last night before he left, and I was too tired to go last night. The best part? I didn't get any ice cream for myself...this is really good b/c normally I would have and there is just no reason..I wasn't craving it, so really no reason to eat it. I passed and got a small coke and drank two sips...it was really a waste of money.

After Ice Cream, we walked to the park. I let the kids play for about 2 hours. Yes, not 30 minutes, 2 hours. They are worn out. Eric is knocked out on the couch and Brianna is knocked out in the stroller (yes, she is in the stroller).

I am sure they will be up all night & I will regret this later. But for now, I'm in Heaven...or what I think Heaven would be like.

"Who That Is?"

"That's Just my Baby Daddy".

Stupid old song...just ignore it. Ugh. I'm waiting for my son to be delivered right now...His Dad said he'd be here around 2pm. It's 327pm. He did call earlier to tell me he's running late, he lives pretty far away (I believe it's 4 hours). I'm not angry, not upset, he called and it's not that big of a deal, really. I don't get my panties in a bunch over things like this.

I'm just...IMPATIENT. I feel like time is moving sooo slow.

Well Brianna just fell off the couch and woke up from her nap, so I guess time will start to fly by now? Hopefully.

Flashback Friday

Let the good times roll....I figured since I'm getting old & I like to re-tell my stories (like my Dad STILL DOES) I figured I'd blog about them.

My first Flashback goes to Ft. Jackson, South Carolina aka Relaxin Jackson. Army Bootcamp, fun days, I tell ya! My first memory of this hell hole, was getting off a bus and being made to stand in a line at 2am to get PT clothes. What are PT clothes? They are fancy (not) Army Sweat suits. While in bootcamp, no civilian clothes are authorized. Even your underwear has to be a certain kind & bras too.

So you wait in this line and you aren't allowed to talk. You have these really nice people yelling at you to shut up...no one is making a peep but you are being told to shut up, lmao. Kind of funny. You go in there and they give the males the TIGHTEST sweat suits ever and they give the females the BAGGIEST sweat suits ever.

Around 4am, you are done, they send you to bed. 415am they wake you up and tell you that the leaves fell on the ground and you must go out there and pick them all up. And you do this by hand. For what reason? No reason. Just entertainment. You do this until 6am when you must eat breakfast before you start your inprocessing....aka sit around and wait for ever & ever to get one thing done on your check list to continue on to actual boot camp.

And this was my first encounter with the army. I will never forget picking up leaves at random hours of the night/day. When there was nothing else to do, we picked up leaves by hand. One by one...while the battalion next to us, used a leaf blower....

Normal Kids

Do they exist anymore or does everyone have a genius kid now days?

While I'd like to believe my kids are geniuses, truth of the matter is, they are behind for their ages. And I just LOVE when I mention that and some stupid ass Mom proceeds to brag about her child, while I'm expressing concern about MY CHILD.

Thank you & Fuck you....

Midnight Munchies & Black Silk

So I have dropped 21lbs in the past year. I would like to keep it off and lose another 10lbs or so. Lately, I've had a case of the munchies every night.

I've tried a few tricks & nothing works. So, tonight, I decided, I'm going to shower & slip on some Black silk lingerie...yep, you read that right. I'm am typing to you in my black silk lingerie.....ooowweeee. I mean, who can really stuff their face in lingerie? I'll get back to you on that.

So, thanks to a fellow BHBer, I decided to try this Folgers Black Silk coffee. I must say, I'm impressed. It's very soothing and I am liking it. I love coffee. The Eight O Clock bean coffee that my friend Cat told me about, it's the bomb. I am never going back to plain Folgers again. Black silk=good, Eight O'Clock-=good...Folgers=Okay...Maxwell house=Fucking disgusting.

Oh and yes I did shave my legs & no you can not get a picture. Kthxbai

Not Perfect

Don't tell my Husband, but I'm not perfect. Some days, I want to act immature too. I have immature thoughts on the regular, I just try not to speak them.

Sometimes it's better to just shut your mouth before the words come flying out of your mouth. Not talking about my Husband here. Poor guy gets enough blame in his life (LOL).

I'm a very opinionated person, but sometimes it's better to keep your opinion to yourself. It's not always good to be looked at as "The Outspoken One". Sure you get looked at like "Yeah! You tell them!" sometimes...but most of the time, you just look like an idiot.

I ramble...a lot. I change subjects quickly. I don't always make sense to other people.

But, I like me and that is all that matters.

A Warning

I never claimed to always be politically correct.

Sometimes, I just want to be me.

Boredom

Well, I keep trying to blog lately, but apparently I'm too boring. I have nothing.

Potty training is actually going great. I'm impressed. We only use diapers during naptime and bedtime...oh and when running out of the house. Ugh. I need to get brave and take her out in underwear. But she has been doing good and even comes home in dry diapers. We've had two accidents in the past week.

I have been sleeping really well lately. But for some reason, when I sleep good, I do not wake up well. If I get more than 6 hours of sleep, I just want to lay in bed all day. When I get 4 hours, I want to run around and not sit down. I'm so backwards.

I'm tired of rain. I've been watching seasons 1 & 2 of House. I need seasons 3 & 4. I need to go to bed.

Well I Knew This Day Would Come Eventually

OMG...I think I'm going to snap on someone. Today has just been annoying. I wouldn't even say bad. Just annoying as hell. People are so damn needy, people are irresponsible, people are pesky.

I wonder what I am to other people?

Actually, I don't care, because today it's not about me, it's about them. Stop BOTHERING ME!

I want to scream. Does being angry & bitter burn calories? I hope so, I have ate like a mad cow (do mad cows eat a lot?) today. I hate this feeling, I know someone is having a shittier day than I am, and I feel bad when I am so bitchy and my life isn't even all that bad.

I hope I wake up happy tomorrow.

I Hate Mondays.

Even though I'm a SAHM, and there is no difference from day to day, why do I still hate Mondays?

Do people like to deliver bad news on Monday? Is there a rule book that says no Monday can go well?

Stupid Mondays.

Jealousy

I have it. I should so be happy that my Husband is getting the chance to see the rest of the world, and I guess I'm a little happy for him, but deep down, I'm severely jealous. I have been to Japan, S.Korea, Hawaii and various states in the past and this is his first time out of the country as an adult. I should be happy not jealous. So far, he has been to Spain, Greece and Cyprus. He has promised to take me to Spain. LOL.

The funny thing is, he says he is not enjoying it. I wonder if he says this to make me feel better? I tell him to take a ton of pictures, and I try to be happy for him, but sometimes I'm jealous. That's all.

Rain

I have a love/hate relationship with rain. I'm very happy that the rain just washed the pollen off my car. Washing the car is my Husband's job. He is not here, so I really have been putting it off lately. Well, my nice Black car turned yellow a couple days ago, so I kept telling myself I would take it to be washed, but it rained today....hahahaha, score one for me!

However...I ate a gazillion and one calories yesterday and I need to take my child out for a very long 10 mile walk. I'm not exaggerating. I need that walk. I hate working out in my house, it's boring and makes me want to cry.

Rain, please, you did your job, now go rest please!

I think it's time

to potty train that is.

I'm so not ready for this again. I hate potty training. I do not like to clean up pee on floors and now I have carpet, so it makes it even worse. I can't decide if I want to use pull-ups or underwear. Eric used pull-ups and he did great, I also liked that we didn't have accidents in public. But I just don't think my Daughter is going to be the same.

She's my difficult child. Eric is a "go with the flow, if you say so" kind of dude. Brianna is a "I WILL NOT CHANGE" child.

I wish someone else would potty train her and send her back when they are done.....

Update to the petition

Chris Brown has withdrew himself from The Children's Music Awards.
http://www.usmagazine.com/news/cchris-brown-removes-name-from-kids-choice-awards-plans-to-speak-about-rihanna-2009113

And On A More Serious Note

Here is a petition to remove Chris Brown from The Kid's Choice Awards.

http://www.petitiononline.com/cbrh1968/petition.html

Personally, I'm not a serious type of person. However, I truly believe that Chris Brown should not be on The Kid's Choice Awards after what he did to Rihanna, his girlfriend. I believe that it is our responsibilities as adults to not encourage these type of people as role models for our children. Personally, I like Chris Brown's music, but I'm old enough to know that what he did was wrong.

If you are living under a rock and aren't sure what I'm talking about here:
http://music.yahoo.com/read/news/61985745

Do you really want your teenager or pre-teen thinking that it's okay if you beat the crap out of your girlfriend? Because, in my opinion, that is what The Kid's Choice Awards is doing by allowing Chris Brown to be on the show.

If you don't agree with me, that is fine, do nothing.

If you agree with me, please take the time to sign the petition.

Also, if you are a victim of Domestic Violence, you can call 1-800-799-SAFE

And now I promise, I'm out of serious mode....Thanks...

Ah the Sounds of Spring

Can I just say how much I love Spring & Summer? Yes, I love them. I'm ecstatic that they are here. I love the weather, the summer breeze, ice cold drinks, everything!

Except...that stupid bird that sits in front of my window every morning from 6-8am. WTF. He sits there and chirps away. Sooo cute, and so annoying. Why does he choose my window? I am not a morning person. Please bird, go away.

Debby Downer?

Today, I took a tour of Jacksonville, I love it here. I have loved it since I laid my eyes on that beautiful beach. When we originally moved here, we moved on base, with the military folks. I will never understand why every military spouse MUST hate where they live. They hate the heat, they hate the bugs, they hate their neighbors. Why? Why do you have to find all the bad things in life?

I am glad I moved off base. Since getting rid of all the negativity, I have been one happy Momma! I believe that if you tell yourself that a place sucks, it will. If you tell yourself a place is GREAT then it will be great.

I'm all for a bitch fest, and the mosquitos here suck donkey balls. But, for the love of Pete, I do not want to hear your countdown till you leave Jacksonville.

I took a million and one pictures today of all the reasons I love Jacksonville. The main reason is water. Every single time I drive by water, I get annoyingly giddy & happy. Maybe it's because I'm a Pisces, maybe I'm supposed to be near the water, or maybe it's because I choose to find the good in the area instead of picking apart all the bad things. Seriously, how can you NOT like it here?

Peace comes from within. Do not seek it without. -Buddha

My First Blog

So, I finally decided to jump on the bandwagon, the blogging bandwagon that is.

I first wanted to explain where my Blog title and url names came from. My Blog title "I Am Awake" actually came from this thingy I read, here's the thingy.



One of his students asked Buddha, "Are you the messiah?"
"No", answered Buddha.
"Then are you a healer?"
"No", Buddha replied.
"Then are you a teacher?" the student persisted.
"No, I am not a teacher."
"Then what are you?" asked the student, exasperated.
"I am awake", Buddha replied.

It doesn't leave the author, so here is the website where I got it from http://www.sapphyr.net/buddhist/buddhist-quotes.htm

I thought it was fitting. I love my sleep. I hate mornings. I hate being awake. I tried to get my url to match my blog, but some jack ass must have had the idea before me. stopbotheringmeplease is something I really want to yell everyday. I hate being bothered.

I'm long winded. I'm not crafty. I'm not a great cook. I'm not a great writer. I'm not exactly funny. I'm kind of dorky. I'm outspoken. I'm calm, almost always calm. I'm independent and yet dependent. This blog will not have a theme. I'm not passionate about any one subject.