Our song

Every couple has one... a song that is "theirs". Well, this is our song. It's funny because it's a perfect description of who we were and how we met. I love it. :)

We used to call each other every time it came on the radio so the other person could switch to the station playing our song. It's not on the radio these days. but 5 years ago it was a pretty fun game. haha.

Ah the good ol days when I could dance, I'd settle for being able to move without hobbling these days. lol. Nowadays this is more us...

One Big Happy Family

My Immediate Family.

1 Mom
1 Step Dad
1 Dad
1 Step Mom

2 Sisters
3 Brothers
2 Step sisters
4 Step brothers
2 Brother in laws
1 step sister in law (and in the very near future... 3 more awesome sister in laws!)

1 Husband
1 Boyfriend (just kidding, but typing it made me laugh out loud so it's staying! haha)
1 Son
1 Daughter
3 Step sons
1 Step daughter
3 Nephews
1 Niece

... and a Canadian. :)


Then I have a hundred aunts, uncles, grandparents, and cousins! I love this!! I thought my family was big before, now it's super BIG! :) My little street in heaven is going to be party rocking!! 

reflections of an irrational mind

*disclaimer: this isn't going to make much sense to you. It's merely a collection of the current ramblings of my irrational mind.

This is how I spend most of my Sunday evenings...










... and then I spend the rest of the night on Pinterest because I am too hopped up on the energy drinks I needed to stay awake during my 5 - 6 hour drive. Try not to be jealous, not everyone is cut out for a life of excitement... I am one of the lucky few. :)   

Numbers are awesome. I love numbers almost as much as I love making lists. Using numbers is beneficial in so many ways. And just plain fun! (I feel an 'ode to numbers' post in my future, I'm writing it in my head right now! Yep, awesome.) 

I enjoy cleaning, it makes me feel happy to have things neat and organized. Cleaning up after people is different though, I do not like that. To be clear I am not talking about a few toys the littles or their friends leave behind. I am talking about the dirty, smelly shoes and disgusting socks all over my house. And the snack wrappers and garbage shoved into the couch cushions (despite the rule of no eating in that room!) Then there's the spilled food or juice on the floor that is so kindly left for me to step in ... and then clean up.  

Teenage boys are gross. I mean seriously nasty. When you clog the toilet, fix it... dirty dishes belong in the sink, not under your bed as some science experiment... deodorant is a daily thing, just like showering (and for the record neither one will actually kill you). It will never be ok to wear the same shirt two days in a row (or more!) especially if you have an aversion to bathing and deodorant... okay? okay.

I was perusing my blog details tonight while suffering through Marley's bedtime episode of Diego ... and I realized that my view count is crazy high. I didn't know I had so many "readers"! Makes me a little self-conscious to think people actually read this madness.

Being the bearer of bad news sucks, but when I refuse to be the messenger of sadness or punishment, it just goes unsaid or isn't dealt with until I can't stand it anymore and have to handle things ... which sucks worse.

I love summer, but I hate being outside. It's true ... weird, but true. It's too much open space, too much unpredictability. That's why I want a fenced yard so bad, I think it would help my anxiety levels when I am outside. And even though it's stressful, I go outside everyday, for hours at a time. In fact I spend most of my day outside during the spring and summer, but it takes work to get out there and stay out there. I bet you didn't know that about me.

I don't watch tv. We don't have cable or even an antennae for local channels, but I do love Netflix. Which feels different but it's pretty much the same thing.

I miss sleep. Oh how I miss sleep. I am so tired and I want to junk punch Jabali because he isn't here for me to kick outta bed to investigate loud noises inside, weird sounds outside or fight off bad guys and imaginary rabid coyotes that break into my house to eat my children. True story. For such a proud-that-I'm-so-independent lady I sure turn into a big sissy at night. Changing tires, no problem! Jump starting a car, sure thing! Fixing major appliances, piece of cake. Creepy sounds in the middle of the night? Yeah, no frikkin way! lol. I am pretty proud of myself though, I have investigated every creepy sound thus far... we may be down one vacuum attachment and a chunk of drywall off the corner in the hall but all in all, I think it's been a success! :) 1 week down, 7 weeks to go!  

It's that time of year again!

Break out the swimsuits, Popsicles, water balloons and sprinklers! It's summertime!! Well, kinda ... it's still May and I don't think of summer officially starting until school is out in June but it's going to be in the 90's this week and that sounds like summer weather if you ask me!!

We are off to buy a little kiddie pool or two and maybe some new water squirting toys, we would have just set up our giant pool this week... but it was mysteriously destroyed at the end of last summer [darn wind storm... :)]. So once we procure some nice, new (safe) water fun and after I invest in a serious supply of sunblock [maybe I'll even buy a giant floppy hat too!] I will break out my new lawn chairs and sit in the shade filling up water balloons until the sun goes down. Well, not literally my fingers get tired of tying water balloons after an hour or so, but yay for summer!!

Mother's Day

Today I was informed by my stepson Xavior, that Mother's Day does not apply to me because I'm only his step mom not his real mom. Only... his ... step mom?!?! Hmmm... Who takes him to the doctor twice a month? Who drives him to therapy and discusses current issues with his therapist? Who brings home "just because I love you" surprises? Who deals with his teachers every day? Who teaches him the importance of hard work and pays his allowance? Who takes the time to make sure his day went well at school and listens when it wasn't good? .... yeah, that would be me. ME! Not his mother. No, apparently all she had to do earn the right to Mother's Day was push him out of her vagina. (I'd also like to point out that this same mother opted out of spending time with her son on mother's day that's why he is with his me for the holiday.) Normally I would have let this comment go like I usually do, but this particular weekend... Mother's Day weekend, my weekend I decided to respond with just how very untrue that was.

I wanted to explain that not only did I speak to his real mom and try to explain how important it is she not bail on him this weekend, and then after she once again did cancel (out of the last six schedules visits he was suppose to see her, he only went once) I tried to arrange for him to stay with his Auntie. After Heather said yes, and Hannah agreed to drive him both ways... his mom veto'd it saying she couldn't afford to see him. Then I offered to send him with money so he wouldn't be a financial burden. But even after all that he still couldn't go because she needed to get her stuff and move into an apartment this weekend (which has been the same excuse for all 5 missed visits... this apartment must be really far away). I knew how sad not seeing his mom for Mother's Day would make him so I called his friends' moms to see who could stay the night. Mark? No. Drew? No. Jake? Maybe. So I had to beg Jacob's mom to unground him (bad grades... silly Jake) so he could stay the night. After she agreed, I stopped on my way home from my Ellensburg drive and rented 2 redbox movies for them to watch with treats to make it a fun night... on mother's day weekend... the weekend that is suppose to be all about giving me a break, the one day every 365 days where I get to come first. I went out of my way to make him feel better about his mom not being there for him, and mother's day doesn't count for me?!!

Instead of pointing it all out and calling him an ungrateful, self-centered bastard like I thought in my head (I was really cranky, lol) ... I just made a frowny face and told him in a saddened voice that it means even more for step moms like me because we have to work twice as hard and you still don't even love us half as much, because no matter what I do or how much I love you, I'll never be your real mom.

.... Happy Mother's Day to me.

It's ok though, because I am going to demand a "do over"...I have to drive to Ellensburg, I won't get to sleep in, Jabali isn't home so there will be no pampering involved, I will have to cook and clean and watch kids so I decided that I am giving myself a rain check for this mother's day. :) haha