I give up!!

I keep having the same argument over and over with my children. I hear the same argument every day:



Its all his fault



He made me do it.



He did it first

Fabulous New Listing

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$1,975,000
DC Custom Builders

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Upstairs features large master suite, with sitting area, large marble bath with jetted tub and separate steam shower, and his and her walk-in closets. Three additional bedrooms with private baths open to upstairs living area.

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D'OH, I saw The Simpson's Movie.

My friend Trish and I braved the wonder that is the movies and saw The Simpson's Movie yesterday afternoon. It was very enjoyable, I loved the first 15 minutes and couldn't stop laughing over the "skateboarding incident". It's definitely not for the kiddos, but any Simpson fan will truly enjoy.

MMMM, Donuts!!!

Margaritas & Sangria!!

Friday night happy hour is always fun with the girls. Traci, Charlene, Tami and Tami's friend Jamie were there and it was fun all around. Traci told us tales of her Iowa trip and came bearing gifts. Fabulous note cards made with her own photographs. She is always surprising me with new talents. I sometimes wonder what else she is keeping hidden.

Traci can also tell a great story - she has excellent delivery. Charlene the cheerleader and always full of compliments. Tami & Jamie are working on a documentary. Me, I just write my blog, and try to figure out if I'm really ever going to be a real estate agent. Maybe I need to act instead of think, but I'm a Virgo and we have to over-analyze everything. I'll probably die thinking about how to do that best.

Crap, I need another happy hour to figure out that last comment.

Apparently I'm old and heading for menopause

So I spoke with my mother and my sister this morning about female related issues, because as I discussed in my post yesterday its that time. I also spoke to my good friend Char, everyone has come to the same conclusion. This just happens when you get older and you head toward menopause.

I'm not even 40! I'm not ready for menopause. Alright, maybe I am ready to get rid of this female roller coaster called a period, but I don't like the word menopause. It screams I'M OLD and I'm not old. I am also not fat, I am voluptuous and curvy and real men find that sexy!!

OH, I also won the lottery and was offered free plastic surgery.

Its that time again.

I was not nearly as productive as yesterday, but I did bake a cake. A nice fluffy yellow cake with dark chocolate icing. MMMM, Icing. MMMMM, Cake.

Oh and did I mention I had Queso for lunch. MMMM, Queso. I might as well, just grab a can of Crisco and a spoon.

And I went all June Cleaver on its a**!

June Cleaver has nothing on me today. I cleaned my house. I cleaned the front bathroom, including moping, not the everyday cleaning of the toilet, the big heavy duty stain removing cleaning, bathtub, etc. etc.

I cleaned the boys rooms including vacuuming blind, curtains and baseboards, dresser tops and mopping the hardwoods.

Formals, aka Living Room and kids playroom, I gave up my dining room for my children, I am such a good mom. This includes baseboards, window sills, vacuuming, sweeping and mopping the hardwoods oh and of course the toys, lets not forget the toys.

Den, this also includes vacuuming carpet, baseboards, wooden shutter doors and ceiling fan.

I also cleaned the kitchen, but it was the last thing I did and I was kind of tired, so that is only Alice from the Brady Bunch.

I'll have to do better next time. Anyway, according to my husband, no one could clean the kitchen as good as him. Maybe I should have left it for him.

Funny, but my sister owns the rights.

Funny thing happened in SA, but I don't own the rights to the picture so you must check out my Dad's practical joke.

MMM, Tuesday Morning.

Woke up this morning to the birds singing and the sun shining and the even better, the kids slept late. I had a fabulous breakfast, 2 eggs scrambled with Austin Spice Company Mesquite Roasted Smoky Hill Salsa, some sliced tomatoes, thank you Mom, and an English muffin with smart balance spread. I had Rain forest Reserve Organic Coffee, freshly ground, thank you Robbie, to round out the meal. I then got dressed and mowed the backyard. I think I've lost 5 lbs in sweat, but it was worth it, and now there is one less thing my husband has to worry about.

Honey, just concentrate on that class and get and A - you are doing great!!! I love you!!! Thank you for all you do!!!

Ethan just came up to me as I was typing, gave me a hug and exclaimed, "Mom, I think you might want to take a shower!" Nice to know I'm loved, and strange that my son just sniffed me. Maybe he was just commenting on my sweaty clothes. Ya, that's it.

By the way.....

I got called a dork today and it wasn't my husband.

I can't even come up with a title for this one.

Sunday is my day to sleep in. Well, kinda. I have to work but not until 12, so my husband is usually very nice and gives me the one day to re coop after a week of craziness.

Today didn't go as planned. First I was awakened somewhere around 5 o'clock this morning to a cat throwing up in my bedroom. I decided to ignore it, knowing I would take care of it as soon as I got up in the morning. Well at 5:24, I know it was this time because I looked at the clock, the same lovely cat began to play some game I've never heard of with the blinds in my bedroom. I whined and asked my husband to go open the backdoor while I tried to coax the animal towards the backdoor. We finally managed to get him out and I jumped to the bed, to avoid the I can't find it cat throw-up, and when I landed on the bed I also landed into the cat throw-up.

LIGHTS ON NEW COVERS!!! Back to sleep.

My husband, God bless him, did his best to let me sleep late, but the kids continued making noise after they got up at 8:00 and I kept hearing doors shut - I'm not a very good go-back-to-sleep kind of girl, so I just got up. I was sitting at the kitchen table in my not so covering nightgown to a friend of ours dropping of their dog to watch while my office held an Open House at her house this afternoon. Well, the kids let the dog in the house, I opened the front door and out went the dog. I grab the dog and guess what the dog had rolled in poop and now I have poop all over me. And the dog nips at my jaw because I grabbed him. No skin was broken in the nip, and I can't blame the dog, she was only trying to protect herself so I hold absolutely no hard feelings in regards to this.

This all happened before 10 am this morning. It was only downhill from there. I somehow managed to make it through my day at work. My computer crashed twice while creating graphics so I had to start completely over again. There was not enough time in the day to get it all accomplished and I had to go to the grocery store on the way home. It was 5 deep at the registers. But I'm home, I've had a wonderful salad for dinner and the evening is looking up.

Driving was not good for me.

OK, so I've spent a week in San Antonio, I'm looking forward to getting home to my husband (well kinda because he purchased a PlayStation3 while I was gone without permission) and I get my car packed, get the kids in the car and off I go. I've been in the car for maybe 10 minutes when Ethan decides he has to go to the bathroom, so of course we stop, whiz and go. By the time we get to New Braunfels about a 30 minute drive all hell has broken loose, its 15 miles an hour in Austin, 10 miles an hour in Temple and the only time I actually wasn't rained on, the last 15 minutes home.

I never figured I would ever use the weather band in my car, but I now am actually kind of excited I have it. Can you say weirdo? I think I just took another step towards old age. I mean I worry about the weather - oh no, I've turned into my Grandma Velma.

Day Four - A note to the Husband

OK, over the last few days we have had a "Texas Homecoming" for the New Zealanders, we've had margaritas & beer, we've had fajitas at Los Barrios, we've been swimming at Big Grandma's house and we've been to SeaWorld.

Thank goodness for Hunter, being a mere 1 inch to short, I got out of the Journey to Atlantis ride to take care of his wounded ego. We are off to fabulous Fredricksburg, Texas tomorrow and see the sights of our youthful summers and maybe if we can do a little shopping. Don't worry Honey, I promise to stay within our budget. We will try to climb Cross Mountain and maybe even Enchanted Rock, but who knows what can happen in an adventure.

Do I really need to comment on this?

Remember mom, I don't drink beer, but I did drink all the tequila.

Plan when going on Vacation!

I must remind the world than when planning your vacation you should always stop to make sure that no famous First Lady dies and you will get stuck in the Funeral Procession.

OK, I maybe didn't get stuck in the actual procession, but they were moving Lady Bird Johnson's body from Austin, to Stonewall for burial. There were motorcycle cops at every entrance and exit along I-35 and of course the traffic was horrendous and blocked off in spaces.

One for the files of "It can only happen to me" during Vacation with two kids in the car and dead Gameboy batteries.

I'm going mental.

I'm a quiet small gathering kind of person, unless I've had a few cocktails and then I'm a center of attention kind of girl. I should be packing for my trip tomorrow, instead I'm freaking out a little. I have to drive 5 hours with two big monsters tomorrow, deal with way too much family at one time. Most of whom, are very my way kind of people. I'm a people pleaser - more of whatever you want honey instead of lets go____. I'm also freaking out because I can feel my husband plotting to purchase a core XBox 360 to replace the one that will be getting fixed, instead of waiting for the fixing. The wallet in me is not happy.

AGH!!!!!!! I need a pedicure and will have to do it myself this evening, I didn't get it done earlier in the day. I need a bath, I need clothes that don't make me feel fat, I need perkier boobs - but hey, who doesn't need that?

Ok, hmmm. Freak out is passing I think. Maybe I can actually focus and do what I need to. Nah, false alarm.

My husband is lost in a sea of despair.

It is a sad place in our house. We must announce the death of my husband's XBOX 360. It got the red ring of death last night after a long day at work and at school. My husband so looks forward to his gaming and now I feel that he is lost in a sea of despair. I don't know how to pull my husband out of the depths of his depression, all I can hope is that he will see the light at the end of the tunnel.

It will get repaired or replaced, but I fear that he may not be able to last the 4 to 6 weeks it takes to get it done. Please pray for his quick recovery and that he may find solace in the Wii, the Playstation 2 and the old Xbox in the closet and pray that he doesn't take it upon himself to buy a Playstation 3 while I am out of town. He may find that that is his demise.

Because I love my sister

HAPPY BIRTHDAY STALE BREAD!!!

This explains a lot!

I took this quiz that asked how cluttered my mind was and look what happened... Your Mind is 74% Cluttered

Your mind is quite cluttered. And like most clutter, it's a bunch of crap you don't need. Try writing down your worst problems and fears. And then put them out of your mind for a while.

How Cluttered is Your Mind?

Mac or PC?

I'm seriously considering buying a Mac. I love my PC, I've always been a PC fan, but it seems for what I do in my personal life on the computer I need a Mac; for what I do in my professional life I need PC.

My husband wants a Mac just for the reason that there would be less crap around our desk. He can also get a bigger screen and well, basically something new. He's very into new. I on the other hand am very into not spending money, because if I spend money then I won't have it later if something better comes along.

Did I just say that? I know I make absolutely no sense, its like I'm the anti-woman. I don't like to spend money or shop. Maybe I just worked retail too long. Whatever it is I am really mulling over this decision, mainly because deep down I know this computer needs to be replaced and I want a Mac too. They look all cool and contemporary and I'm rebelling against my traditional roots and heading toward being a hippy contemporary loving fool.

Doctor, I see a ..........

OK, I know I have done a lot of complaining about the rain, but tonight we got a real summer shower. The rain lasted all of about 5 minutes and it didn't really rain, it just sprinkled drops the size of baseballs. It was the smell that made me happy. You know that fresh just rained smell that no fabric softener can duplicate no matter how hard it tries.

It made me happy. I also got this really cool picture of some clouds - feel free to tell me what you think it looks like. I think probably a butterfly, or maybe my own personal angel showed herself.

Super Charlotte to the rescue!

Charlotte, aka Char or Super Charlotte as my children call her, again came to my rescue. It will cost me a little chocolate, but the only person I would willingly give my chocolate to would be Charlotte.

I had a price reduction on a property and Miss Charlotte printed the graphics for me and came down to my car to deliver them because I was not in proper attire to enter my workplace (this means I looked like sh*t in ratty shorts, hair up and varicose veins showing). Thank the heavens for Charlotte.

Of course Charlotte, being Charlotte will be afraid other people in our office will read this and expect the same service. Agents, I bet she would do it for you too, but you would have to gush all over her and bring her chocolate covered espresso beans and/or vodka.

Did I mention how handsome my husband is?

I'm a big fatty!!!

So today was measurement day at Curves. It did not go as well as planned. I first have to say that I am on the bulletin board for last month 6th best at total pounds and inches lost. This time I won't come close.

I have lost in my bust, waist & thighs, but gained in my abdomen & hips - everywhere else I stayed the same. I have gained in body fat % and gained a total of 3 lbs. I feel like I am doomed to live a live of a middle aged fat chick and I don't particularly care for that. I have started walking on Saturday & Sunday, because due to my work schedule I am not able to go to Curves on the weekends. I have even changed my diet by dumping the white stuff and going to whole grains and less processed foods.

I would love to have a trainer who can't put his arms down all the way and speaks with such a thick accent that I can't understand him, but I'm too cheap to pay for one and could never justify the cost to myself. Its very hard to stay upbeat about being a big girl. You get treated differently when you go into stores (I don't care what people say - you do). Men don't turn their heads to look anymore; and the news is constantly talking about what an epidemic obesity is. I guess now I'm an epidemic. I wish there was more encouragement to be healthier than harping about everyone being fat. If I went back in time, some Renaissance painter would want to paint me nude, but in the 21st century a size 14 is just plain fat (although men, that's the size Marilyn Monroe wore) I think I'll go eat a package of Oreo cookies, followed by a milk shake and a cheesecake for dessert.

Help me lose 20 lbs!

I've often made remark on this blog and in my daily life that I'm old and fat. I'm really just a 38 year old mother of two who is no longer the size 4 she was when she got married. I've made myself a goal of losing 20 lbs by December that would probably take me from my current size 14 to about a size 10. I would love to lose 40 lbs and get back to my perfect body weight, but I'll take the 20 lbs.

Over the past few months I've enjoyed my blogging, and I've even (well maybe) made a friend online. Her name Krista & she's getting married on my dad's birthday and if that's not enough she and I like the same charity. The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society. Check out her latest blog entry: Krista's Blog

She's running a marathon in SF this October and reading about her training has been instrumental in getting me to Curves for my workouts so I can get to my goal. Now help her get to her goal by donating to her run at Krista's Team in Training and inspire her!

My husband surprises me! And its good, very good!

The husband and I have been married 12 years, I have been blessed and haven't worked full-time since the birth of our first child. All we have for retirement is a 401K from his work (that certainly won't see us thru the first year of retirement as it stands now). So we decided to call his Uncle for advice and he gave us the name of his financial advisor. So Tuesday we went and say the financial advisor. It was interesting, I liked the guy, he had good things to say and I felt comfortable with him handling our investments.

I am the "accountant" in our house. I don't think the husband really thinks about our financial status, he gets what he wants, tells me to get what I want and just lets me handle the money. I complain when he spends to much (or if I spend to much) and he usually listens unless some stupid video game is about to come out.

I am totally shocked and amazed at my husband. Today he spoke of our budget when I told him to drive thru McDonald's and get the kids lunch (I just didn't feel like making anything). He, my husband that buys junk at 7-Eleven all the time and is constantly coming home after just buying a coke a block away from our house when we have a case in the pantry, spoke to me of a budget. The same man who buys (or sneaks) every video game he can and only plays it after I have gone to bed for fear of being caught the first month he owns it, has the balls to actually comment to me about our budget.

I can honestly say I elated. I never thought I would see this day. We might actually get to build the house we want and send the kids to college and retire before we are 90. He's getting an extra special surprise when he gets home. Well maybe.

I am such a freak!

I couldn't do it. I just couldn't get the wasp out. I tried, I got close to actually trying something to get it out, but each time my nerves got the best of me. I even got the vacuum in the room with the wasp and turned it on, but I couldn't get close enough to actually suck it into the machine. So what, you ask, did I do. I went next door and got my neighbor (a girl, not a guy) to do it for me. My son called her Supergirl and I feel like a total failure as a mom. Now if someone was bleeding, or chopped something off, I'm good with that. I can even handle other bugs, kind-of, but I can't do flying stinging things. I just can't.

By the way, the vacuum is currently in the garage.

And then there was the flying creature.

There is a giant red wasp flying around my house. This is a danger when you have lots of little people running around your house and leaving doors open. You would think this would not be a very big problem, but for me it is.

I have a particularly irrational fear of flying stinging things. My parents and grandparents raised honey bees, I have convinced myself I will have a giant allergic reaction if a bee or wasp stings me. This is not the case, but I do get a really nasty welt and it hurts for like ever. Anyway, I also have a really big poison thing going on to. It probably more OCD regarding clean hands, but I hate to spray any kind of chemicals around my house, so yes, there goes the opportunity for wasp spray. My husband works till 10 and I'm basically screwed until he comes home unless the disgusting creature flies by the back/front door and waits for me to let him out.

I think I need to be sedated, or need some adrenaline shot to take care of this problem. If this is my last entry you will know it got me.

Politics!

Why is there not more outrage at the commuting of Libby's prison sentence?

Give me some more of this baby!

I had a two hour massage today. It was heaven. We should all do that more often. Find an excuse like I worked out today. I cleaned my whole house today (Ya right!). I gave birth to two monsters. I married a crazy man (or in my case a man addicted to video games). I had to make real macaroni and cheese. It doesn't matter. DO SOMETHING FOR YOURSELF.