If you stand for nothing, you will fall for anything.

So DID Lance remember my birthday? Well, yes and no. More NO than yes. ************************************************************************* Mind you I reminded him Saturday - that is why I had a girls night out. And I reminded him Tuesday - again. So how could he forget by Wednesday - because he sucks! *********************************************************************** I called him twice on Wednesday, to check in - as usual. We talked about him picking up the kids, and what he would cook for dinner - normal stuff. He said he was cooking spaghetti, clear sign that he 'forgot' it was my birthday. Aside from the fact that he never said 'happy birthday'. *************************************************************************** I get home around 5pm, and I see a cake hidden (not very well) behind the coffee pot. Yes, it is a small round cake. ha! I giggle to myself...that is him winging it. I bring in the flowers and necklace the lady in my office bought m...

Today I get to add one more candle to my birthday cake, I am 33. So the story goes..... 33 yrs ago my father was given the opportunity to name me. My mother was 17 when she had my brother, and she named him. At 19, she knew my brother could not be an only child - so I entered the world. I 'think' around 11am in the morning. The story is told that my father named me *Michelle*, without much hesitation. My mother waited for the rest, he looked at her as if to say, 'what else do you want?' My mother waited for my middle name......my father looked around the room, acted thoughtful and then said Rose, we will call her Michelle Rose Bates. My father must have been rather pleased with himself, which sent my mothers red flags up, and after he left she gave the entire situation additional thought. She says she was looking around the room, noticed the box of maxi pads on her hospital tray and it listed all of the months and their flowers. I was born in June, and the flower is a r...

Well, we rented a room at the Casino / hotel. This is Rachel and I BEFORE everything went awry. As a disclaimer, I LUV this girl. We have been friends since kindergarten, she knows everything about me and still loves me anyway. As usual when we go out, we had the buddy system. If one girls leaves, we both leave - it does not matter where or when. We skip to the bathroom, holding hands and smiling. Here we are in the Bottle Neck Blues Bar. L-R (Misty (sister), Me, Rachel and Angie). We are ready to have an adult good time and SO glad we do not have to drive. I am puker, it is a known fact. My husband would have expected nothing less. And Rachel, also knows that I am a pucker. So at midnight, after my second shot of god knows what, I had to excuse myself. Hand in hand Rachel and I made our way to our hotel room, and like a great friend, she held my hair while I was folded over the toilet. Then I made my way into my PJ's and found a soft bed. I was out from midnight unti...

Here is the next meeting.....if I cannot swing a sitter, the hubby will stay home with kids. update on my weekend coming shortly.....

Here are the kids yesterday, feeling poorly. After dinner, Lance plays with the kids while I pick up. Last night, everyone was feeling better and ready to have some fun. This was just the beginning of them running around. It is nice to see them all smile again. This series notes how my husband refuses to get rid of things. We set the pool aside last year, in order to use it again this year for the kids. Well, as you can see it is being used, BUT not in the way it was intended. It is also surrounded by the landscaping rocks that Lance HAD to have, but has done nothing with. This is how the people in Jeffo Co go swimming - ha! I don't know about your kids, but my kids can have a great time with items I 'think' are useless. This pool is useless, but somehow they have decided it is their next new toy (or nap location). It will make its way to the trash pick-up for next week. ********************************************************************************** The kid...

I have been mending sick kiddo's.... Tuesday I took Rylan to the Walgreens doc-n-a-box, because our doctor is on vacation. I knew he had swimmers ear, so I thought it would be a no-brainier. Just issue me some ear drops and send us on our way. PLEASE. The kid was in pain Monday night, woke me up at 3:30 in tears because it hurt so bad. I gave him some pain med, and a heating pad and sent him back to bed. That seemed to hold him over until we could get in at 8am. The doc gave us some ear drops, while giving the doc Rylan's medical history I stressed he is cleft and he has tubes. The doc states, I cannot see his tubes, but his ears are infected. He issued me drops, I went to get them filled and we waited for the relief. Today is Thursday and STILL no relief. Well, let's back up. I get home last night around 4:30 and Pyper is alseep. Warning flags go up, this is not like her. Lance states ' the sitter says Pyper started running a low fever around 2pm, and was cli...

I was thinking about all of the 'men' in my life (no not like that!). There have been alot of men that have contributed to my notion of a father, these men include - my own father, my grandparents, and my uncles. When I break it all down all of these men have one thing in common, they all work manual labor. Mechanics, auto body, construction, carpentry, farming, etc. You can tell by their face and hands that they put in a hards day work, they are the gentle giants of my world. Their tempers are weathered, and are only soothed by a good woman and a stiff drink. They have a sense of macho-ism about them that warms me to my soul and infuriates me at the same time. They like to walk into a restaurant with 'you' on their arm, they like that other men find you attractive, but get pissed when anyone acts on it. They have an angry streak that will put holes in walls and total cars. Then they have a loving streak that will take your breath away. They work daily to a pr...