Fly On The Wall.

So here is the set up, the 411, the down-low.

I’ve been picking on Sis lately. She and I talk almost everyday, if not several times a day. The hubby thinks its crazy. My opinion is that my family is a lot closer in some aspects than his. Anyway as you know Sis has three boys. Booger is 5, Duck is almost 3, and Moose is little over a year old.

Aren’t they just handsome boys??

Now our conversations at times are rather amusing and I will tell you why. I’ve been teasing her that I was going to start writing about some of the “phrases” I hear when we talk. She tells me I won’t, when she knows I most definitely will. I told her the other day someone should be a fly on the wall and write this stuff down so we could make millions!!

So here we go, set down that drink, no drinking I don’t want you to choke and it be all my fault.

Phone rings I see on the caller ID its her (second time today) the earlier call however was from Moose playing with the cell.

For your ease of reading I will color code the convo’s. *wink wink* I will be in lovely Red and Sis will be in Blue.

So I answer, “Hello.”

Stern voice says, “Don’t say that to me again or you will go to your room!”

“Ok then, noted.”

Laughing. “No not you, UGH these kids are making me lose my hair today.”

“Nothing new.”

So we chat about a few things, and then mid sentence she raises her voice, “I told you to go find a toy to play with! Quit playing with the tape measure before you slice your brothers head off!”

Not even two minutes later, “I said a toy!! Where are you getting these tools? Of all things your dad had to teach you it had to be the “fixin!” Give me the wrench and hammer. Now get!” pause “Get back here! Give me the screwdriver out of your back pocket too! Is there anymore I can’t see?”

Yeah my nephews are all about the tools. They love the farm and “fixin” things. Really is very adorable. How ever a lot of the boys “fixin” has cost Sis and her hubby some money.

For example the other day Duck decided to cook some long noodles (Ramen) on the grill. Sis thought he was pretending stirring things in the bowl on the grill. There was no flame so all safe right? Wrong they went to use the grill a day later. No gas in the tank. First they are perplexed how this 2 year old was able to turn the top plus Duck had managed to break some part that her hubby had to run, buy, and then “fix.”

Second Sis proceeds to tell me now that Moose is walking, he likes to help mommy. Sis found out the hard way that crayons and dishwasher’s don’t blend well. Enough said.

Another day we are chatting along and she is telling a story about a friend of ours she saw the other day. Again mid sentence no change in tone she says, “You asked for it you eat it! Your brother is not a pig to just dump leftovers on his tray!”

At first I’m like WTF kind of story, huh, what?? Then I hear Duck say, “But Mama he’s (Moose) asked me for some.”

“Ok one your brother doesn’t talk. Two what have you been told about lying, three ugh… uhh… AHH just go away I can’t think with you telling me (Moose) is talking. That thought scares me to no end.”

Then on that note she goes right back into the story like nothing happened. I however am still perplexed with the fact that Duck could come up with such a story and the thought of Moose talking we will all be in trouble.
So I don’t hear a thing she says.

There have been several more. They happen at least once a week. I am absolutely writing them down from now on. That is of course once I wipe my eyes from the tears of laughing so hard. Knowing my Sis and my nephews that I love to death, this will probably be a reoccurring entry.

Wanna be green thumb has struck again!!!

All weekend we spent in our backyard. It’s sad to say we have been rather neglectful when it comes to keeping it all nice and purty. So we were out there all day Saturday and for the most part the girls helped but then a good share of the time they were doing this

Yeah teasing Dutchess don’t ya see!! They had her ball and were playing baseball with a stick!! Cracked me up though with QueenB pitching and Toughie swinging they managed to connect several times. Plus of course they always had a fielder. Dutchess has become very skilled in fetching. It’s the dropping part we are having some troubles with. Tug o’ war is a must in her book.

So then on to Sunday it was back to the grind. The Hubby’s Uncle came over and was our slave helped us. The lovely guys built us a new gate so that we can have a “dog yard” and “people yard.” When Dutchess was a puppy she broke the old gate that was up there. With a little help from Daisey too. While they were doing that, and cleaning up brush that was taking over the back shed, we were working in what is now known as “our” garden.

Yes no longer my garden It’s ours now. Toughie says and I quote, “Sammi since I’m working on the garden it’s mine too, right? I mean it’s ours now?”

“Well of course Toughie!! *laughing* Why didn’t you think it was ours before?”

“Because only you worked in it. But now that I helped it’s mine too!!”

Their thought process still perplexes me.

So as you can see our house is on one side of the yard, the road is on the South and we have a row of very tall trees on the west (you can’t see these I’m telling you). This is real nice once afternoon hits. When it hits about two pm most the yard is in shade. However before then it is all sun. We looked so goofy today I stuck a stick in the yard and put the beach umbrella on it. That way our chairs and drinks were able to stay shaded and cool. I don’t handle heat very well at all. I have had heat exhaustion several times, a couple to the point of completely passing out. I tell you that is no fun. So I have to make sure I have shade somewhere and of course TONS of fluid. Anyway off on a tangent again. Sorry I did not snap a picture of the umbrella but I will tomorrow when we are back out there. We finally have woodchips to spread out into our nicely weeded garden.

So we are going to be prepared…

and another just because!! Oh if you don’t know, or well I haven’t specified… QueenB is on the left and of course Toughie on the right. Oh and yup they both have glasses now. Yippeee for me!!!

See they have their gloves and tools!! Oh and here is something that ERKS me to no end, why on earth do they not make kid’s garden gloves small enough?? UGH we just said phooey and they put on some old winter gloves. Worked perfectly and they were happy. Not that they don’t like getting dirty I didn’t want a repeat of sliced hands from the grass just like when they were feeding Booger’s goats. That was not a nice afternoon.

So of course what next is this…

After all that work our family did what we do best. When it’s summer and it’s a holiday we grill together!! Well no need for holiday we just do it. Reason I am showing you these two pics is one it was Father’s day and that’s my Dad!! Two see behind him that little guy in the red shirt… Oh wait lets get QueenB to move…

Ok is that better? Do you see him now?? That is my middle nephew (in the far back is Booger the oldest and Moose is by QueenB in the front here) OK so HMMMM we will call him… Duck, yeah that will work because he is one weird duck… So Duck kept telling my dad to “do it again!” So my dad would lean back to squish him. He would start giggling and eventually you would hear “K up Papa up” all straining for breath. However after this round as soon as Dad leaned back we hear from him “up papa UPPPP you are hurting my weiner!!!” OMG did we all bust up laughing. I had tears running down my face it was so funny. Plus as soon as papa sat up Duck just adjusted and you heard “do it again!!” My sister claims he LOVES pain. I think it’s rather apparent oh and there were more stories to go with.

So eventually we got home and we were heading in the house and we seen this!

Toughie is jumping up and down, “a rainbow, A RAINBOW!! My very firstest real RAINBOW in my whole life!!!” *jump jump jump*

So of course I had to snap some pictures. She was just so SO excited!

The Daddy Model contest!!! OK OK Photo contest.

SO of course the awesome Supah is hosting another contest. Looking for the best picture of a dad. I of course can’t just pic one so I picked a few. Oh well if I get in trouble that is my middle name. So if you want to join in just click on the little doo hickamabob thingy here…



Yup that one. Ok so here we go these are my pics.

This first one is my Dad and I the day the hubby and I had our reception. I state it this way because we were already married. We now dressed up and renewed our vows for extended family to of course PAAARR--- TAAAYYY afterwards. How ya like my gown I put my own red ribbon on and I did my own bouquet too!! I’m so crafty. I also did our cake.
(side note these first three pics are some that I’ve managed to save from the card of 1018!! Don’t know what I’m talking about well CATCH UP HERE!! LOL I’ll be posting more soon I’m very sure. I can’t believe how many of these I didn’t know were on there.)


Am I just not so B-E-A- Utiful!!!

Here is at the “Toddler shower” we surprise threw for Gary when he found out he was going to start getting the girls. He busted up laughing when someone said that butt cream was for home not for work!! (he is  a nurse aid for his “real” job)



Isn’t he the best daddy!! Dressing up all goofy like with QueenB!!!



But the best one of all was when Gary’s Dad finally got to see his two granddaughters. This was the first time Gary’s parents got to hold and see the girls and they were 14 months old. It was a tearful day for a lot of his family.



Happy Father’s Day to all the Dad’s out there. You are the best!!!

Bad thoughts I tell ya, bad thoughts.

I thought I would join in the confessional this week.

Yup I have something to confess to you y'all

I came accross the meme a couple weeks ago but never thought of anything to say however this week I have something.

So come on over and join just click on the beautiful button made by Chief for Glamazon

All beatified isn't it??

So on to the important crap stuff.

• This last week on pick up and drop off of the girls to their mom she proceeded to talk my ear off with tons of bullsh$%!!
• She has done this before but it always ends bad for me.
• Every time she plays nice with me it ends up with me drinking coffee laughing with the CPS guy in my house.
• Yup she turns me in for trumped up charges, that have no proof, that I get to amuse the CPS fella with how they aren't possible.
• So as I'm sitting there last night I tried everything to get her to shut up.
• I didn't ask questions, I started the car, I even had it in park, she still wouldn't stop.
• So I eventually drove away saying its late I have to go while she was still rambling.
• In my head I'm thinking...
• How can I remove her tongue, how can I...
• Yes I had some very bad thoughts about there mom.
• I have them alot. (I WOULD NEVER ACT ON THEM)
• I yelled at the hubby for not making/telling her we HAVE to go.
• I yelled at him for making me sit through that twice in one week.
• I tend to yell at my hubby alot for him being to quiet.
• I get frustrated easily anymore.
• I think it's my anxiety/depression.
• I don't take meds for it even though I should.
• I hate how it makes me feel like a zombie and no feelings, not even able to cry when I take them.
• Besides they really only give ya drugs for feeling suicidal...
• Not for having thoughts of homicide do they?? (LOL I haven't had that bad of thoughts but if I'm drinking coffe with the CPS fella next week I can't promise I won't dream it)

So there ya have it.

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Have a great day!!

What?!? 1018!! Your kidding me!!

Yup that’s right I found my old camera. The one I know that the girls ran off with but of course denied.

I know this for sure now because guess where I found it… Did you guess?

In their room, buried in the closet. Underneath all the “toys dat dey don’t wants no mores.” Yeah words from them after I convinced them we needed had to purge some of the blanket of crap toys they don’t play with let alone touch that was covering their floor. I’m proud to say they were happy to give up two whole garbage bags full of toys to get to pick an extra item each from our “wonder closet” or “closet o’ wonder” as we call it.

These girls are so spoiled rotten so of course when holidays and birthdays come around what we can snag and hide in there or things that at the time are to old for them we do. It may sound like we are mean however when we have four family Christmas parties and the expansive family we have for birthday’s they don’t seem to miss one, two, or a few more presents disappearing. I’m sure they will eventually notice but for now it works and makes days like this where it’s time to rid of the old and I can bribe convince them that they do this they get a new toy, it works wonders (hence the name.) Plus it’s a saver in so many ways. First I don’t have to go buy something new, or I don’t have to have them whining they have nothing to do. The best part of it though, if it’s been a rough day a visit to the toy aisle in our house generally makes that day have a brand new tune. I do buy some things if it’s a great deal that you just would be a fool not to get to put in there too. For example I found paint by number sets on clearance for a buck one time when a store was closing when the girls were barely two. These definitely came in handy the other day when of course since we live in the rainforest now.

Anyway onto the point (catching myself spewing crap once again.) So I pick up the camera and both girls have that deer in the headlight look.

“Not me!!” I hear in surround sound.

The battery door is busted off and no batteries to be found which wasn’t a surprise. However what was is that the card was still in it!!! So I get my other camera and hook it up to the puter and to my amazement 1018 PICTURES!! I’m like holy crap!! I know I couldn’t have taken that many… or could I have. I do tend to click, click, and click some more. But come on I know I didn’t take that many. So as we speak it’s loading…

and loading…

and loading…

crap this might take all night…

It’s been an hour and only 300+ is loaded. Will my computer take them all?

Hmmmm well what I’ve seen in the beginning is pictures from almost 4 years ago!! Yeah the first ever time we had the girls with us!! My family and Gary’s threw him a “Toddler Shower.” Best part was it was a total surprise for him. I managed to convince the girls mom to let us have them for a few hours. That his family was planning this to get him what we needed to have the girls in our home. It was early winter and we held it at what we call the Sportsman’s Club here in our little town. It’s a common building people can rent to use and has a range out back. Anyway the play was that my sis called me telling me that there was an indoor yard sale there to come check out, tons of girls stuff. So of course he bit hook, line, and sinker. We get there and we are heading in when he starts recognizing cars. Darn it but up till then he totally believed. SO instantly its “what on earth is going on!!” I just kept walking and in we went to a mountain of presents. Someone even bought us two toddler beds. He wasn’t the only one overwhelmed.

So now that the card has finished loading it gets to the end and… Only 323 pictures survived all the rest had errors, oh wait check that some had errors. With so many pictures the batteries died around 400 something.
This really will take all night. OK new batteries in and round two begins.

Oh well who knows what the error ones were but finding these pictures were a blessing anyway. I’ll have to share them with you soon.

Here is one for now… They were watching the doggies in the snow. Back when QueenB had Hair and Toughie didn’t. My oh my has that changed now. Toughie has a mound on her head and QueenB has just enough.

So with that I’m not staying up any longer I’ll have to show and tell you later what all I found.

PINT – 10 Tid Bit’s!!

It’s that day of the week again!! It’s PINT Tuesday with Supah!! Hop on over and join in the fun. Before you go though make sure to take a peek at mine and leave me a note. I decided to do something oh so fun today!!! You don’t want to miss it nor do I want to hold you any longer. So after your done looking at mine just click on the awesome Supah Mommy below and she will whisk you away to where you have to go. What else would she be wearing that cape for right?? ;)


Here we go!!!!!


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Proving stereotypes have some truth.

My family has always amused me. There is never a dull moment when we are all together. No matter what, you can always count on a laugh at from with my youngest sister, Sissy. All three of us My sister’s were born blonde (not me, nope I’m a red head, that’s what I’m sticking with, have been for months years my whole life) and Sissy definitely has fit the stereotype of being blonde over and over and over again. Here are a couple examples:

I remember once the three of us sitting in the mall food court talking about a family friend that was moving to Alaska. Sis and I were talking about the fact that the long drive has to be getting pretty tedious, going on 4 days or something like that.

When Sissy says, “Drive? How can they drive across the ocean?”

“What?!” We wanted to make sure we heard her right.

“I said how can they drive on the ocean?”

We bust up laughing!!

Blank stare at us she is like “What’s so funny? Alaska is in the middle of the ocean, right next to Hawaii! You can’t drive on the ocean.”

I finally catch my breath to ask her something along the lines of “ Do we honestly attend the same school? I wish I had a map.” So after explaining to her how the map works she finally understood, I think…

Story number two happened just recently:

Not only is Sissy the blonde airhead intellectually challenged of all of us, she tends to be the adventurous one. Now Sis and I love a great challenge, but Sissy tends to seek them out constantly. Last summer she took and passed the classes to ride a motorcycle. Shocked us all but she loves it. So last Thursday my Mother, whom was over 10 hours from home got that call. “Ma’am your daughter has been in an accident.” Oh my!! So yeah that afternoon/evening was pure chaos. Luckily she walked out of the ER with only bumps, bruises, scrapes, and a bit less skin on one side of her butt. The biggest issue was her pride.

If you had encountered Sissy at any time after the crash you would have thought “What an ungrateful spoiled brat!”

Which she is but I can somewhat understand her frustration that day. Here she is being boarded up and all her clothes cut off by guys she personally knows because she played softball with them. I would definitely be embarrassed too! So the next day she is ranting about she didn’t understand why she had to be C-collared, and boarded, and all that hospital crap, when she said she was fine.

Where I jump in and say, “Well generally when your body has enough force flying into the back of an SUV to bust the window, they really believe that something has to be broke or damaged inside.”

To which she replies, “Well it wasn’t my body! It was my head! Want to see the marks on my helmet?”

No joke that’s what she said to me. So I ask, “Okay since when is your head not part of your body?”

She stammers, “Well you know what I mean!”

“Yeah, yeah. Still when your body or head hits at that speed you NEED to be checked out.”

Now don’t get me wrong my Sissy is not stupid. She has a degree from college in business management or something like that. (she only changed it like 8 times)

You see all three of us have acquired totally different specialties or gifts. I have my brain and ability to absorb all the knowledge around me whether I want to or not. Sis has the ability to barely want to be preggo and here comes the baby makin’ machine. (I blame her for my inability to become preggo, you see she got all the reproducing genes.) Then finally Sissy has the ability to be a mover/workaholic. At one point she was attending college full time, PLUS working two jobs. She is crazy, however motivated to get what she wants. So when you want everything, that was probably the right gift.

I have so many more stories on how my family amuses me so stay tuned for more.

Theory Thursday – I must be old fashioned

So I have come to the conclusion I’m old fashioned. This is probably what my grandmother had always tried to teach me. I was raised the oldest of three girls on a farm. Yeah with no brothers. So guess who got to do the hard work…Yup me and the sisters. (only when they got older, I have three years on the next) As we grew up we were taught simple and what I found basic morals such as:

• You know that Golden Rule “Treat others as you want to be treated.”
• You have to work hard for what you want, things are not always handed to you.
• Truth is always the best, even if it might hurt.
• Stand up for what you know is right.
• Defend/Help those that can’t do it themselves.
• Life isn’t always fair.
• It’s better to give than get.
• Be a leader not a follower.

You know all the basic principles to create a well rounded individual. Well here is why I believe I am old fashioned. Either that or other parents are forgetting and giving in. Here is my biggest one that it seems no one is teaching anymore…

• Respect is not something you can demand and receive. It must be earned and reciprocated.

I will tell you why. If you are not a step-parent I’ll explain a bit about transition days. They are the first day/evening when the kids change homes. (ie Mom’s to Dad’s in case that wasn’t clear) They are generally no matter what a tough day, no matter what the age of the kid/kids are. Well our transition days here have progressively spiraled down to the depths of HE#$ nowhere!!!! I won’t elaborate to much on how horrible their worthless, homeless, lazy, un-employed, alcoholic, mother is. The girls are having a rough time dealing with bouncing all over the place with them not knowing where they will be next.
Problem is she doesn’t want to tell them no and tries her best to be the “good parent.” Not the good as in take care of the properly, good as in the one that spoils, caters, and jumps at every demand so that she can remain the one they pick because at 4 they don’t know any better yet.
This is so hard when here the girls had manners at one point. (Having to remind them to say it again is exhausting, I did it once already) That they don’t call each other or anyone else horrible names. That a time out means you WILL sit there until I SAY YOU CAN MOVE! (that goes for blinking too, ok maybe not but you know)
That just because you mother despises the fact that I can take better care of you, and you LOVE me, and tell me that in front of her, DOES NOT mean you can hit me and scream “Mommy says to HATE you!!” Oh yes they have. I had to leave the room and bawl after that. Surprisingly not for what they said, but for there mom for the fact she is going to teach the girls these things. That she is going to after over three years start playing these games with the girls.
We are trying to stay consistent in teaching the girls right from wrong when they are here. Explaining what their mother tells them to do to me is not respectful or nice. That you can catch more flies with honey, oh wait I’m sure you understand what I’m trying to say. I’m trying my best to stay pleasant and respectful on exchanges, as tough as it is I do. So now that I’ve opened the door of the bloggy world to my chaos as a step-mom I’m sure you will hear more.


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A Bit About Mama

So the attempt to write an “about me” section has proved to be quite difficult. Why it’s so easy to write about others rather than yourself perplexes me.

So here it is the debut of the best I can figure of how to explain me.

I’ve lived in the same general 40 mile radius my whole life. Born and raised a small town girl and wouldn’t have it any other way. I grew up on a farm. With that fact I am proud to say I am no stranger, nor do I fear hard work or getting dirty. I will gladly stand up and take on any man that feels they are stronger than I, or any woman, for that exact reason. I wouldn’t say I am a feminist, however I would say I have a feminist attitude especially when it comes to the alpha male with the caveman theory they are still the strongest sex.

I did really well in school, and can’t say I fit into one clique. I was friends with EVERYONE. I called it my eclectic ability to socialize. I still find it present in my life now. I don’t like enemies, however if someone feels they are mine, there in for nothing but kindness from me from now on.

I'm a wife of a Fire/EMS addict. Who has recently dragged me into that lifestyle. Becoming an EMT has been an eye opening experience. It has always amazed me his dedication to this line of volunteerism. (<< can’t believe that’s actually a word.) I can’t call it work only because that isn’t possible to be a paid job in this little area we live in.

My hubby came as a package. When I married him I got twin stepdaughters as well. They are my LIFE. I’ve been blessed by my hubby to be able to be a stay at home mom for them. QueenB and Toughie sure do keep me on my toes, and have a huge thirst for adventure. We are blessed that they are so smart, so active, and so full of love.

We are struggling with the fact that I may not be able to get pregnant. We dearly want a child of our own. Of course nothing will take away the love we have for the girls. Facing this hard fact has been difficult and heart breaking. We will get through it and in fact being in this situation we fully believe is to only make us stronger.

I say that I speak my mind whether you like it or not. I've always been told I posses more knowledge and wisdom than anyone my age should. My Grandmother whom I miss terribly repeatedly told me in my teen years that some day I would realize that having a mind that processed things far beyond my years isn’t a curse, rather a blessing and I should cherish it. I still haven’t figured out how it’s a blessing, but knowing my Grandmother I’m sure I’ll find out soon.

I've chosen to share my thoughts, random theories, some dislikes, and favorites of what ever comes to my mind here for you all to enjoy, disapprove, or perplex you into wondering what on earth is she thinking. I invite you to sit back and take a trip with me into my life, my mind, and the utter chaos and adventure I’m sure will arise.

 

 

Post it Note Tuesday!! – begging for your forgiveness.

Here is another fabulous edition of Post it Note Tuesday!!

 

Make sure to read on down, and then be fabulous to and join in the fun over at SUPAH’S!!!

Just click on this picture and you will go straight there.

 

So here we go…