Single Moms Are Easy

Tales of Ordinary Madness

2010-12-21T00:45:00.000-08:00

This, is amazing. That is all.

Clean Up, Clean Up, Everybody, Everywhere

2010-12-20T00:15:00.000-08:00

Ugh. Today has been quite the day. Mostly because it started out with Ender puking. Yes, puking, all over. Then, we cleaned most of the day. This is an excellent thing to do, and now my room is super duper sparkly. However, I am not a good cleaner at all. AT ALL. I can't focus! I wish that I was like my Mom, who can clean really well, and get things done. I am one of those people where I will find something random on the floor and say "HEY, oh my GAWD! What is this?! Is this a treasure from Egypt?! Is it a long lost piece of jewelry?! Oh. No. It's only the back of my earring. Sweeeeet! I've been looking for that." Then I will proceed to wander around and look at things because I have lost the flow of what I was doing. It's rough times.

Obviously, it takes me a long time to get things clean.

It is now done though! WOOO. It is so pretty and sparkling, and I got all my new computer stuff set up on my desk, and the old stuff put away in my closet. Things, are good. And tomorrow, I get to run lots of errands with my Mom to get ready for Christmas.

Quite the eventful day. That is all. xx

Happy Birthday Severian!

2010-12-18T17:55:00.000-08:00

So, technically yesterday was Severian's birthday. Yes, seven years ago (yesterday) I went into the hospital and had my first child cut out of my stomach like a little alien. Severian made me a Mommy, and it has been a crazy seven years since he was born.

We had his birthday party today, mostly because he was at his Dad's yesterday. It was super fun, he got his glow dome that he has been asking for everyday since the moment he saw a commercial for it. He also played with it all day, that was way cute. He had a Cars cake, and Star Wars decorations. Way fun.

Other than that, today was not way amusing. Sev got all art things for his birthday, and a bin to put them in, since he loves to create things. And, the kids played with them most of the day. Now they are watching a Christmas movie before bed. WHICH, BY THE WAY is a RECORDED movie, because apparently, they don't have kids Christmas movies on tonight. Which I found weird.

All in all, it's been a pretty good day. To make this blog more amusing, however, I give you this:

Look, I know I don't blog, but I am going to try more!

2010-12-18T00:18:00.000-08:00

Alright, I know that I am no good at blogging recently. Mostly, because I am lazy. I will admit it. I know, it's terrible. However, I am going to pull the "I have three children" card, and say that's why I haven't blogged. It's no excuse, I know it. I have time on my hands recently though, and, therefore, I think that I should blog more. Plus, blogging, similar to working out, makes me happy. I need to do more things in my life that make me happy.

Since I haven't blogged, for, OH, like a year. Here is what happened.

I have been in two different theater productions. They were super awesome and fun. I would post pictures of them, but I don't want to right now. Sorry. I have dated and broken up with two boys. No, they were not mistakes, they were both good guys, just, not the right guys I suppose. And, they were younger than me, which puts things that we want on two different levels. I quit my job, and went back to school. I have been doing American Sign Language for the past semester, and will probably continue it next semester. Next Fall I will go back to Westminster. Also, just so you know, I am going back to Westminster because I am an educational elitist. I need to be perched back up on my white tower, thank you very much.

To make some MONEH, I work at my family's business, which is a bar. This is kind of funny since I am a terrible drinker, and didn't know the difference between Vodka and Tequila until I started working with my Dad. Not. Even. Kidding. Mind you, my dad has owned a bar, for, hold on, let me calculate...MOST OF MY LIFE. However, I was never that girl that stole her Father's liquor and had crazy parties. I made movies with my friends, and went toilet papering. That was the extent of my rebellion. I like the bar business though, the people are funny, and I enjoy it.

As of today, all my children have turned a year older than they used to be. I now have a 7, 4, and 3 year old. They are pretty much awesomer than any child ever. For instance, I went on a date the other night, and my oldest turns to me and says "Mom, if he kisses you, remember to be sexy." First off, I am not sure where he learned the word "sexy" well enough to put it into a sentence, which makes sense. Second, I laughed so hard I snorted. Wrong of me? Perhaps. You would have laughed too if you had of been there.

For the record, I apparently was sexy. Just saying.

Alright. As for now, that catches you, my reader, up on what has been going on in my life. Cause I know you have been on tenterhooks since last April. You know, when I blogged last. I HAVE to blog more now though, because, you see, I GOT A REALLY COOL MAC for Christmas. A Mac. It just screams USE ME, USE ME. For real, it's so pretty that I have to give it what it wants. So, blogging will be a part of my life now.

That is all for now, but I will blog more tomorrow. WOOO!

WHY?!

2010-04-05T20:57:00.000-07:00

WHY IS IT APRIL 5TH AND SNOWING!?

I am so cold, I have been cold for days, DAYS I TELL YOU! Easter was super fun, but it was COLD.

I CAN'T EVEN MAKE A NORMAL BLOG POST BECAUSE I AM SO COLD, I THINK MY FINGERS ARE GOING TO FALL OFF AND THEN I WILL BE TYPING WITH THE STUMPS OF MY FINGERS. I AM SO COLD THAT I CAN'T BE BOTHERED TO EVEN SHUT OF THE CAPS KEY!!! WHERE IS SPRING!!!!!!!!

And where is a boy who will cuddle with me? HUH EASTER BUNNY?! Fat good the Easter Bunny is when you are an adult. He just brings you Easter Candy which makes you fat so that you can't go out and date again. Rude. I hate you Easter Bunny.

On the plus side my children have been on a sugar high for the past two days and were running around the living room in circles today. OH, did I mention they were completely naked and screaming? It was awesome.

That is all. I can't even think, I am so cold. My feet are blue, BLUE.

Ok not really. I guess I see where Severian gets his drama from.

The Jokes on YOU, MUAHAHAHAHA

2010-04-02T23:16:00.000-07:00

Alright, so this blog is going to be quick, but, it is funny nonetheless. So, I have a statcounter on my blog. This was mostly installed with the ex's gf (now wife) came to my blog and posted on it, I thought to myself, 'self, I would like to know when she checks my blog', so, I installed a statcounter.

Now that you all know that I ESTALK YOU, I think I should share how funny it is to see some of the hits that I get. While I usually don't know who is who, sometimes I will get a random hit from some random state, that I don't know anyone in. Usually, I just assume it is a friend of a friend bloghopping, however, sometimes, it comes through and it shows me the path that person took to get to my blog. Essentially, it shows me the web search they did, usually through google. Here are some of the top 'searches' that have pulled up my blog:

"I love single moms"
"Hot single moms"
"Easy single moms"
"Single moms who love"
"Single moms in bed"

If you haven't guessed already, all of these hits come through because boys are looking for Pr0n (or porn to you non-computer gamers out there). Every time I see something like this, I have to laugh, because here they were thinking they got a GREAT porn site, and what do they get?

Just me. And this blog. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. More than likely now that I have said the word "porn" in my blog, I will see a ton more hits. And they will see this blog. And be disappointed.

THAT WILL TEACH THEM!!! muahahahaha.

That is all...for now... bowchickawowow!

There is no charge for awesomeness, or attractiveness

2010-04-01T22:25:00.000-07:00

So today I had an interesting conversation with a friend of mine. He asked me if I had any hot dates this weekend, and I told him that I actually did have a date, tomorrow. (I have a date tomorrow by the way. Like. A real date. Very exciting.) He then asked me what I do to attract boys. I didn't really understand what he meant, so he said, "You know, do you dress up and show a little cleavage, or like what?" I laughed at him and said "Honey, I don't have any cleavage to show off." That was kind of the end of our conversation, however, it got me thinking.

What do I do to attract the opposite sex?

Well. I mean, lets face it, what do I do OTHER than just stand there and look pretty? (insert narcissistic laugh/snort here). No really though. I think that I am unsure on how to attract the opposite sex.

Obviously I have been hit up for less than valid reasons (remember the Single Moms Are Easy Story. Also, I swear to cow if I ever see the sentence "hey, wanna come over to my house for a .... movie...." in my text box again I will go freaking POSTAL. I KNOW WHAT THAT IS CODE FOR, AND IT IS NOT CODE FOR LET'S WATCH A MOVIE!) Boys generally don't want to 'date' a girl with three kids though. So, what options am I left with?

I suppose that I could just NOT tell boys that I have kids, and spring it on them when they pop the question. "OH YES, YES, I'll marry you! Oh I love you honey, by the way, come on over to my house, there is someone I want you to meet...kids, meet your new DADDY!!!" That may work.

I also could just tell boys that I am actually NOT interested in a relationship at all, treat them like dirt, don't text them EVER, but give them just enough attention that they stay intrigued and obsessed with me. That seems to work for the boys, why couldn't it work for me? OH THAT'S RIGHT, I'm not a bitch. Scratch that idea.

I think that the answer to my friends question, is that I attract boys just by being myself (please, right now, I want you to think of the Genie in Aladdin when he says just BEE yourself! That's what I just thought of just now). You see, I never really try to be someone different. I am a weird little girl who likes Broadway musicals and old movies. I don't like to watch horror shows, and I would be perfectly happy if you wore suspenders and looked like any of the boys off of the Big Bang Theory. The best date for me would be to take me to a play and then talk about Harry Potter (by the way, that date has happened. Still the best date of my LIFE)

Being myself doesn't really bring me a huge following of boys. Especially boys who want to date me, because generally boys who like musicals and dancing like other boys, so, there tends to be that obstacle in our way. HOWEVER, I HAVE FAITH that I will one day meet Mr. Right with this crazy tactic of mine. And one day he will also win the Nobel Prize. SNAP.

My boob job that I am going to get will TOTALLY help that along though. I am not. even. kidding.

HEART YOUR FACES.

And while it would be awesome to say that the boob job comment was an April fools day joke. It isn't.

Princess Poop

2010-03-30T21:20:00.000-07:00

This is to funny not to blog about. A few days ago my daughter went poop in her diaper, as children are wont to do. Especially ones who wear diapers. As I was changing her diaper she said "Uh-oh! My poop pink!" Mind you, her poop was not pink. I said "Your poop is not pink silly girl!" And she responded with "Yes, my poop pink, pink like princess, princess poop."

The subject was brought up again today while my mom was babysitting her. My mom said something to the effect of "Yeah, Katalina poops pink princess poop." Katalina just nodded her head and said "Yep".

My daughter is officially a princess, and poops pink princess poop. I have also officially blogged about poo. How awesome am I?

Party Like A Rockstar?

2010-03-29T21:58:00.000-07:00

So, I went to Vegas right? I had all these great intentions to be super awesome, party till dawn every night, meet wealthy men who want to marry me, and win a million dollars. In a word, I was going to be...a ROCKSTAR. I planned it. I wanted it. It did not happen. This weekend, I learned that I could never be a rockstar. While Vegas was super fun, and we did a whole lot, I am TIRED. I am still tired and I got home two days ago. I suppose I should just tell you what we did.

The first night we got into town at about 6:30 in the evening. We were way excited and checked in, and met up with Ryley's sister and her friends. We walked around a bit, and then headed out to party like rockstars. Except, it was cold. No, it was freezing. And the wind was BLOWING, and the slappers were slapping, and it was crazy, and it was Vegas, so it was alright. We walked all the way down the strip to go to the first club, and it was awful. So Ry, Meg and I decided we wanted to go back and go to Studio 54, because, how amazing are we that we got into Studio 54 on the guest list? Pretty amazing.

On the way back, I met my lover Jack Sparrow.

He "hit on me" in his Jack Sparrow voice and threatened to take me home with him. I won't lie, I would have let him kidnap me. We saw him the next day as well, and he didn't remember me, though to be fair it could have been a different dude. But, both times he complimented my hair, and called me Scarlett. Note to my next boyfriend, please call me Scarlett. I loved it.

So, THEN, we went and partied at Studio 54. THE Studio 54. That was about the most rockstar moment we had. I can even prove we were there:

That night we were up until about one or two in the morning, then went back to the hotel and crashed. The next morning we woke up, and went to Serendipity (like the cafe in the movie:)

We went shopping, and we walked the strip. We gambled a little, and then found that we were super tired. We DID get dressed up and go out to dinner though:

And, our last night in Vegas ended with us being old, and going to bed by eleven. Waking up in the morning, shopping a bit more, and leaving.

That is the story of why Lindsay could never be a rockstar. I don't have it in me. My legs hurt so bad by Saturday that I hobbled around like an old lady, BECAUSE I AM OLD.

It was a lot of fun though, and good to get out of town for a bit. I think I am going to take the kids back and go see the Excalibur show, because I know they would love it. You can see all the pictures of our Vegas trip here: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=157119&id=602702604&l=9f5622407d if you are super interested in it. I will be very offended if you don't look.

Not really though.

UNTIL NEXT TIME FRIENDS! (Friends being April, since she is the only one who HAD FAITH that I would blog again. Ok, not really, but I love you April for reading my blog).

MUCHLUF!

I know I suck

2010-03-24T20:35:00.000-07:00

Yeah I know. I am the worst blogger EVER. Mostly, I changed bedrooms like a month ago, and I have been busy getting that set up, and, really mostly, I have been sick, and thus, I have been BORING!

Seriously, seriously. The best thing that has happened is I cleaned my room, and then it got messy again. Even the kids have been sick.

Oh, and I cleaned my car. That was pretty cool. And I turned 28, so I am old now. OH, and I got bangs! That is pretty cool too.

Other than that, seriously, almost nothing has happened. The kids have been sick. I have been sick. My mom has been sick. I have been working (my chair is still pretty amazing, thank you for asking). THAT IS IT!

However, I am going to Vegas tomorrow, so that is exciting, and I need to get back in the habit of blogging because it is not like I DON'T SIT AT A COMPUTER ALL NIGHT BEFORE BED. Facebook is a demanding mistress.

Alright, I heart all of your faces (not that anyone reads my blog anymore), and I promise to update soon.

muchluf.

Wait What?

2010-02-04T23:53:00.000-08:00

I really don't have a lot that is new, but I am blogging because I am awake and wired. Severian has had an ear infection for the past three days, and that has been a little rough, just because he has been sick. Ender and Katalina have also been under the weather, but not terribly. I have been working, and stuff. Not. That. Amazing. I did have a rather amazing Harry Potter marathon today. I ended up watching Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince today by myself, as I had rented it from Redbox. I was desperately hoping that the second time around it would be great. Nope. I do like the movie until the Weasley's house burns down. Then, when that happened, I yelled at the screen and remembered why I didn't like that movie. I then went over to my friend Tyler's house and we watched Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix. I do like that movie, despite the things that they left out. Seriously, the last thirty minutes are well worth it. So that was good times.

So, since this blog is boring, here is a great song that you should all listen too, and then you won't be bored anymore!!!! YAY!

Things I saw at the gym...

2010-02-01T23:26:00.000-08:00

So today is Monday, and on Mondays I always go to the gym. I had an excellent work out, however, that is not what I am talking about in this blog. Today, I saw the most random things ever at the gym.

I first walked in, and on the treadmill is a boy in a beanie, a black shirt, and, I kid you not, black oversized goth jeans, with chains hanging off them everywhere. And, he is just on the treadmill, running like that. I have actually seen him once before now, and always meant to blog about him, so I am kind of sad he is ending up in this laundry list of weird things I saw at the gym. I always thought he was super awesome, because, seriously, anyone who has enough confidence to go to the gym like that is my hero. I get nervous just walking around the gym.

The next thing I saw were two old ladies walking into the dressing room. One of them had an old lady scarf on her head, and the other lady had all her dyed red hair up in pin curls. One day, I will totally be the pin curl lady. And good for them for getting to the gym to stay in shape. They were really probably 80 years old.

I also saw a dude in super short spandex shorts. And, he was not built, or cut, or anything. Just a kinda middle aged bigger guy wearing spandex shorts.

There was also this pretty cute girl, who knew she was cute lifting weights. She had done her hair up in a pony tail, but an intricate ponytail. She also had her full make up on, a tight shirt, and short shirts. She would do two arm curls, then put the weight down, pop her hip, and look about her like she was looking for her next conquest. I literally laughed as I walked by her, and I got a little bit of a dirty look. I couldn't help it though, she was SO OBVIOUS. But, she was hot, so, I guess that works for her.

Then, there was me. Wearing pink shorts over my gray leggings, and also wearing my "I love boys in suspenders" t-shirt that I made for So You Think You Can Dance. I was clearly the coolest person there.

Don't be mad when you see that he wants it

2010-01-30T23:32:00.000-08:00

I totally discovered this channel off of someone who posted it on Facebook. I am in love with this girl, her voice, her friend and his piano playing. Utterly amazing. Why are they not friends with me?! Seriously though, I think I love this.

That video was for the people who like 'popular' music. Now, if you would like REAL music, watch this:

It has been a long weekend thus far. I just got home from work. It is Midnight Thirty. I am going to sleep. I heart all your faces though!

Watch the video!

Sundance Baby

2010-01-28T23:05:00.000-08:00

For whatever reason, today was a rough day. Everything hit today for me, when I realized that he would probably never talk to me again. Nor, I am sure, does he ever care to speak to me again.

That being said, Ryley, Tyler Harris and I went to SUNDANCE yesterday. It was super fun. We didn't see anyone famous at all, though we did have a grand scheme to pretend that Tyler was famous. He was not thrilled about that idea, but Ryley and I thought it was great. We did get some amazing chocolate, and pizza. I made a movie, so, now we are the movie stars.

I am sure it was the best film made at Sundance this year.

Farewell Loves I Have Known

2010-01-26T21:16:00.000-08:00

WHAT? WHAT? JOANNA NEWSOM HAS A NEW SONG? Yes, friends, she does. I was very excited to see this, as, for whatever reason, it touched me very much today. Here is the video:

I highly recommend listening to the video, and reading the words along with it. The video is not a music video, just pictures of Joanna. Here are the lyrics:

i found a little plot of land
in the Garden of Eden
it was dirt and dirt is all
the same
i tilled it with my two hands
and i called it
my very own
there was no one to dispute
my claim

well, you'd be shocked at the state of things:
the whole place had just cleared right out
it was hot as hell, so i lay me by the spring
for a spell, as naked as a trout

the wandering eye that i have caught
is as hot as a wandering sun
but i would want for nothing more
in my garden; start again
in the hardening to every heart but one

meet me in the Garden
of Eden
bring a friend
we are gonna have ourselves a time
we are gonna have a golden party
it's on me
no siree, it's my dime

we broke our hearts in the war between
St. George and the dragon,
but both in equal parts are welcome
to come along
i'm inviting everyone

farewell, two loves that i have known
even muddied as waters run
tell me, what is meant by sittin' alone
in a garden, seceded
from the Union in the year of '81?

the unending amends you made
are enough for one life; be done
i believe in innocence, little darlin'; start again
i believe in everyone

i believe, regardless
i believe in everyone

Good night all, We are going to Sundance tomorrow. I am going to find me Jim Parsons and HE WILL LOVE ME!

No one knows, we only guess..just a leap for happiness...

2010-01-24T23:00:00.000-08:00

WOW. WOW. WOW. Ok. This weekend, has possibly been one of the craziest ever in my LIFE. What was a terrible situation, actually turned into a great one. Not because I got back together with Duane, but because I learned some interesting tidbits, and am finally able to get rid of the lies, and look forward to boys who know how to tell the truth.

While my pride is, of course, hurt by some things I found out over the course of the last few days, I am glad it turned out the way that it did. I honestly feel like a huge weight has been taken off of my shoulders because I do not have to continue to feel oppressed by Duane's waffling. I made a decision, which he did not want me to make, and I made it of my own accord, and with the knowledge of everything. I am happy once again, and looking forward to super fantabulous times in the future.

I am pretty amazing like that, I know.

Now, I am sure you all were hoping that I would be telling dirty, gritty details on my blog. While, you know that I am quite an open person, there are some choice people who blog stalk me. I don't want any feelings to be hurt, or anything to be said here that could possibly damage a fledgling relationship. Therefore, I have chosen to stay silent. I know, now you all are just wondering what the story is, and are BITING YOUR NAILS in anticipation.

Well, I, personally, like shoes, boys who dance, candy, and...............oh, I like friends of friends who are single. I am able to be bribed with all of the above for the story if you want it. BUT, I will only accept the above as bribes. Sorry.

On a completely different note, I HIGHLY recommend the Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus. Excellent film, and my lover Heath Ledger was in it, as his last performance. And, the amazing Paloma Faith. When she came on screen I yelled 'I LOVE YOU PALOMA FAITH' like a 17 year old fan girl watching Twilight. For. Serious.

I was going to post the title song for this blog, however, EMBEDDING IS DISABLED!!!! Therefore, I highly recommend clicking HERE

PS. "Hello, my name is Lindsay, I have been Taylor Swift free for three days."
"Hi Lindsay!"

YOU KNOW WHY!

2010-01-20T13:21:00.000-08:00

Alright, I am halfway between depressed and angry. Half the time I want to just yell it out until I feel better, and the other half I am in this stupor of unconsolableness (yeah, I made that up just now, SNAP). That being said, I have to say that I think this is my first TRUE break up ever. With Ian, it was a divorce, and a family involved. With Darin, he stopped talking to me for like, five days, and I am better than that. (For those of you who don't know, I dated a boy named Darin about two years ago. Obviously...we broke up). Then, relationships before that were weird and just faded away. So, yes, this is the first time I think I really get to experience what every 19 year old girl is experiencing right now.

And, in accordance with what 19 year old girls do after a break up I have spent my morning listening to Taylor Swift. I COULDN'T STOP. My mind was screaming 'WHY, WHY ARE YOU LISTENING TO TAYLOR SWIFT?'. Not that there is anything wrong with Taylor, just not my style. FINALLY, I decided to put my IPOD on shuffle. And guess what pops up? Oh yeah, Red Balloon. THIS IS THE SONG DUANE WROTE FOR ME! Ok not really, but I always considered it our song because he wrote it while I was there with him. OMG EVEN THE CAR IS TRAUMATIC IN TIMES LIKE THESE.

FINALLY, finally, some good broadway came on. It is hard to feel in love, or hurt when you can rock out to a song like Madame Guillotine. It was good times.

Also, tonight I am going to go see The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus. I am super excited about it. I am sure I will blog about it. It has Heath Ledger in it, Johnny Depp, Jude Law, and Paloma Faith. So, it should be awesome times.

I lied, I am going emo again READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!

2010-01-18T22:15:00.000-08:00

Alright, so I am still slightly freaking out a little bit. I knew that breaking up with Duane was going to hurt, and be hard, and all that jazz. I don't think I quite realized how much it would throw me off though. You see, for over a year I had a routine. I would come home, put the babies to bed, and then I would spend 2-5 hours of my night talking to the boy I loved, and hanging out with him. He was literally my best friend who I told everything to. If I had a bad day, he would listen to me beast. If I had stories, he would listen to me recount them. If I just wanted to sit and crochet, he would read a book, or do his vocabulary words or something while we just sat and chatted once in awhile.

Now that he decided that he wanted to move on to bigger (literally his girlfriend is bigger than me) and more exciting things (which I doubt she is, I am pretty FREAKING EXCITING), I don't have this! Not only did I lose the boy I loved desperately, but I lost my best friend! GAH! It is driving me a little bit nuts.

You see, I didn't actually think that it would be this hard, but now that the routine is broken, at 8:30, when we were usually talking, I find myself wandering around helplessly, wondering what to do. Thank goodness there have been new shows on again. They are my salvation (JACK BAUER I LOVE YOU).

That being said, last night I was in a bit of a rut. I went and looked on his facebook, which I shouldn't have done, because it just hurt my feelings. I am probably going to have to log in to his account and change his settings to private so that I can't see his page. And no, not really. I wouldn't REALLY do that...I am not a *cough* estalker *cough*. Ok, I am, just a little bit though. ANYWAYS, so I was feeling really down, and luckily, I have met a new friend who lives in the UK. I met him through little Miss Cornelia, and his name is Seb. He also stays up RIDICULOUSLY late (for him). He happened to be on skype at Duane and I's normal chat time, so I was able to vent it out to him. Then, Miss Cornelia got on skype, and we decided to do a three way video chat. This was quite amusing for the simple fact that we couldn't figure out how to get video AND audio at the same time. Now, I am sure you are saying to yourself "that sounds like the lamest and saddest thing anyone could possibly ever do after a break up." I ASSURE YOU IT IS NOT! It was super good times, and we laughed a lot, mostly because it was 7:00 in the morning for Seb, and midnight and one am respectively for me and Cornelia. It was some fun times.

So, thank you Miss Cornelia and Mr. Seb. I appreciate you helping me in my moment of need. Along with everyone else who has allowed me to rant, and prevented me from e-stalking. (Ryley, Kim, Colin, Seb, Cornelia............oh and MOM.......) As for now, this is what I think of every now and then. Only Duane would get it, and maybe Miss Corn, but enjoy the music anyhow.

An elf who plays the harp?

2010-01-14T21:07:00.000-08:00

So I am still feeling a little emo today, and, I am going to go try to learn a new crochet stitch BECAUSE I CAN. However, thank you for stopping by my blog today. Please enjoy the music:

I seriously can't stop listening to it. I think the melody just fits my mood perfectly.

This post is so emo it could cut your grass.

2010-01-13T22:43:00.000-08:00

Alright, as some of you know I have had somewhat of a....rocky(?) relationship for about a year now. While it wasn't actually THAT rocky as far as relationships go, it was stressful because he lived 2000 MILES AWAY FROM ME. Yes. This boy (who has a name by the way) lived in New Jersey (his name was Duane haha, you thought I was going to tell you his name in the first set of parenthesis. NOPE TRICKED YOU!). Since I live in Utah, this makes for quite an awkward dating scenario.

Well, I could go ON, AND ON about the trauma that the relationship had. Suffice it to say, there was a lot, mostly because of the distance. Also, because I had three kids, and I have heard that three kids can be scary to a single guy. I don't know why, they are not very big, nor are they sneaky, so, I have never understood how they 'scare' people.

Well. We just really, officially, and for good broke up like for real, for real. Most of you don't know this, but, Duane and I have been off and on for about 3 months nowish, and for the past 2ish weeks we were "just friends" (I tell you, it doesn't work. Only Ryley can make it work.) Generally, it was me running back after three days and saying BLAH I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE YOU BLAH BLECH BLAH. And we would get back together.

Well. This time, I deleted him from facebook so that I could not stalk him (which, ps, I actually know his facebook password, so it is sort of a moot point, but it made me feel better about the situation), AND, whoa, wait for it, I took him off my FAVE FIVE on my phone. This is officially a new age break up. Just as our relationship was a skypeonship, the new rage of relationships. (Skype is a video chat program, for those of you who didn't get that reference).

The best part about the whole situation is that he is currently dating another girl, which is part of the reason we broke up. Thank GOD my streak of having boys leave me for other girls has not ended. I don't know what I would do if boys couldn't use me as a catalyst for new and better exciting relationships. My identity would be taken from me.

Alright, alright. I am not going to whine anymore about it, and this is the only emo post I currently plan on writing, though I can't promise there WON'T be more. As it is, writing sarcastically about the situation is stopping me from curling up in a ball with a tub of ice cream and bawling while the only coherent words anyone gets from me is "WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME". Not really. I am not quite THAT dramatic.

Ok, I probably am, but, not right now at least....

Also, I totally stole this from cutiemcbritish Colin's Tumblr. And, it is kinda how I feel right now:

"Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life … you give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like “maybe we should be just friends” or “how very perceptive” turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love. I hate love."

He didn't write it, it is from some show or play or something. Probably something British and cool that we don't have here. However, it is kind of how I feel right at this moment.

Except I don't hate love. That is stupid. I am actually in love with love, and I love to be in love, and I love to be sappy and stuff. It is fun times. Until...well I guess until it is no longer fun times.

Alright, that is all folks. Move along, and forget this post ever happened. There will be better posts soon. Sorry to go all emo on y'all. Don't worry about it unless I dye my hair black and start wearing a floor length leather trench coat.

Actually, scratch that, it would be AWESOME if I started to do that. Think about it, I could get like leather pants and a leather shirt, and a laser gun, and TOTALLY be the heroine of a sci-fi. I see, emo's are just the spaceship rebels of the future. Very cool.

Wow, this post is long. Alright everyone MUCHLUF!!! <3

I don't procrastinate, I justify.

2010-01-12T11:28:00.000-08:00

I really don't have much to say, I just felt like I needed to write because I am being a procrastinator. You see, I have about 15 loads of laundry that I have to finish. And no, I am not kidding. I really have about 15 loads of laundry.

Ok, I was kidding a little. I really have five loads that I have to do. My room is entirely disgusting, and if I ever want to find a man who wants to stay with me, then I suppose I should start at a clean room. I have heard it say that there is a direct correlation to men in your life if you have a clean room.

Or, was it the way to a man's heart is through is stomach? ANYWAYS, the fact remains that I will just always stay single because I will just keep blogging rather than do the mountain of laundry in my room.

Le Sigh.

It is ridiculous how boring I am, and yet, you are all still reading. That is amazing. I HEART YOU ALL.

TRAUMA

2010-01-12T00:36:00.000-08:00

So, I just had the most traumatic moment. I SHOULD be asleep, but I am all wound up for a number of reasons, so I thought to myself "self, you should just blog, even though you don't have anything interesting to say". So, I came to log in, AND I COULDN'T. I got all stressed! I thought that someone had haxed my account or something.

Oh no, no no, nothing of that sort. I simply was just inputting the incorrect username. I had LITERALLY forgotten the name of my blog. I, am an idiot.

On that note, I recently discovered today that I am being blog stalked. Mind you, I usually LOVE being blog stalked, the more people who read my AWESOME blog, the better. However, this one, is more amusing than most. Just remember people, that if you think you are a clever e-stalker, then think again, because I have perfected the art of E-stalking.

Not that I am crazy or anything right? I just have a curious nature....or at least that is what I tell myself.

On a side note, I got a fake scentsy candle. It is basically Salt City's version of Scentsy, and my room smells delicious now. MMmmmm.

waking up

2010-01-07T22:57:00.000-08:00

YES. I KNOW. IT HAS BEEN LIKE TEN DAYS. I am sorry. The babies have been super sick and life has been a bit traumatic lately. Here is my day yesterday:

Wake up. Find out the alarm didn't go off and I have to take Severian to school in 5 minutes. LEAP out of bed. Wake Severian up. Go out into the hall and realize the babies (I call them the trouble twins) are already up and have dumped all my make up in the toilet. Take Severian to school. Come home, fish everything out of the toilet. Pray that the toilet would flush. Toilet doesn't flush. Start crying. Call my mom to tell her that the babies have broken her toilet. She comforted me. Get the toilet fixed. Watch helplessly as Katalina trips and smacks her head against the corner of the wall causing a huge goose egg. comfort her. Wake up at 3 in the AM when Severian throws up on my bed.

This, amongst other things. This has been a relatively typical day over the past few days, on top of my weekends where I work 10 hour days, I have just been too tired to blog. However, I wanted to post a quick post today because now that everyone is healthy and life is once again good, I want to go back to blogging more.

Mostly, today, I got the sweetest, most adorable message, and I thought I would share. It was this:

"honey, you're my favourite thing to lose sleep over"

Um, my legs went weak for a moment at the cuteness factor of that line. It was off the adorable charts, and it made my entire day. Enough that I thought I should blog about it.

ALRIGHT. THAT being said, everyone should check out THIS site. It is VERY good times.

If only life were a Jane Austen novel

2009-12-27T22:24:00.000-08:00

Alright. I know that I have officially joined the hundreds of thousands of women who wish they lived in a Jane Austen novel. And, in fact, I did not read a lot of Austen until recently, as I knew this is what would happen. However, I have read a few of her novels, and, I love them of course. Also, it seems to me that courtship would be so much easier if life was actually played inside a Jane Austen novel.

This is actually probably not the case, as most of the heroines seem to be confused about their relationship with said dude until said dude actually proposes, or something of the sort. They also don't quite seem to get to know each other, and there seems to be a lot of miscommunications. (I think I just summed up most of the Austen novels in that one sentence). That being the case, the men were so much more ROMANTIC than they are now. For example, who DOESN'T want to take a walk around the park arm in arm with the one you love. And, who DOESN'T want to get special love notes, and favors from the man you love? And who DOESN'T want to take a moonlight drive in a horse drawn carriage.

Mostly, I think it would be nice to get out of the whole "booty call" culture that we have going on. It seems to me that most single relationships are built around sex, and, if you are lucky enough to get into a relationship, chances are it started out of sex. At least in the small experience I have had. Boys don't want to DATE me, but the do usually want to have sex with me. Then, it gets really awkward, cause I have to tell them that it is not going to happen unless certain guidelines are met (hey, I have morals most of the time), then I sit and wait for about a day thinking that they are actually going to be different than all the other dudes, and text me or call me and still want to see me.

THEN, they don't, because SURPRISE, they are not different, they really DON'T want to date a girl with three babies, they just think she is easy. (Again, hence the title of the blog).

How much different this would be in Victorian England. They would like, hang out with me for about six weeks, then, without really discussing anything more interesting than the weather or politics, they would randomly tell me that they loved me and ask me to marry them and live in the amazing mansion they own.

DONE.

So much easier. And I am sure their marriages were very healthy as well.

Christmas blog will come, I promise, it may just take a few days. I am out of training for my job so *crosses fingers* I will hopefully be blogging more. Love you my two readers!

Amazing Chairs

2009-12-21T22:48:00.000-08:00

We have a test at work tomorrow that I have been studying all night for, so this post will be brief. Remember how I have raved about those chairs that I love so much? I have mentioned it about eleventy billion times, and I think there have so far been 3 posts JUST for the chair. Yeah, well, I found out each chair is around 700 dollars. I really do have the Air Jordan of chairs. AMAZING.

Now, hopefully my bum being very comfortable and my back being supported fully will help me pass this test tomorrow. If I pass I will get Wednesday off PAID. OH SNAP.

Love you all, there is nothing more that I am going to share tonight. Sorry that I am super lame. You love me though so we're cool right? cool? yeah. Ok, on that note, I do have something to share:

By the way, that was totally just an insight into my stream of thought. If you doubted that I think in musicals, now you know that I really do.

Alright, peace!

My FANTABULOUS Idea

2009-12-19T22:22:00.000-08:00

Yeah, I know, I obviously have not been blogging everyday. I think it was ridiculous of me to think that I could carry on a blog everyday, raise three children, and work full time. So, I am re-setting my goal of trying to blog every other day, or so. See how I did that? I gave myself leeway, then I won't feel bad when I DON'T blog.

Anyway, I went out with my friend Ryley again last night. We did what you young folks call "bar hopping", which, really, I have not ever done before. It was fine, other than the whole 'driving around the entire city to get to a different bar' thing. You see, we started at Ruby Tuesdays to see some of Ry's friends. We went to the Station to meet some more of her friends, then we went to downtown Lumpy's to meet her sister. What did you get out of this? That I apparently don't have friends. Anyway, that is fine, I just like to come along for the ride.

Well, we were dancing at The Station, and while that is all cool, and they are playing club music that I don't know and stuff, and I am spazzing out on the dance floor (I am such an AWEOSOME dancer. My moves are teh awesomez), I had a BRILLIANT idea. Now, you all have to promise not to steal it, because, it will make me rich and famous all at the same time, I am TELLING you.

Alright, alright...are you ready? Ok, why not make a dance club...wait for it....for BROADWAY MUSIC!!! BAM! I would call it 42nd Street, and my catchline would be "where life is a musical" WHOA, I know right? It is such a fabulous idea! And, I have documented that it was MY idea, so none of you can steal it, OR ELSE.

No, think about it, the club would be open to everyone. It would be open to boys who like girls and girls who like boys, and girls who like girls, and boys who like boys, and, girls who like boys who like boys! See, something for everyone! It would be great too, because REAL dancing would take place. There would be a little tap dancing, and some big musical numbers where everyone comes prepared with a dance. And, every other hour, I would stop the music, and give everyone a song to work on, then, after the time is up, the song would play, and everyone would perform the song they were working on.

It is seriously genius. I am going to do it! As I was dancing yesterday on the dance floor, I started to daydream of a world where this idea would work. It would be so amazing.

My dance floor would look like this all the time, and also shows how anyone coming to my club would travel. Amazing:

Promise I'll be blogging more, just been super busy with Christmas and everything. I have lots of ideas saved up, so just you wait my two followers! JUST YOU WAIT!

Wassailing

2009-12-13T21:47:00.000-08:00

I am sorry that I did not blog for two days. I have no excuses other than laziness, and, for all of you who depend on my blog (cause I am SURE that you all do), I apologize. It seems that it is easier for me to blog when I have babies, and go to work, than when I have nothing to do all day but hang out. I don't k now why.

Today, though, something amazing happened. The doorbell rang at about 8:30 PM and no one in my house seemed to be rushing to answer it. I am actually quite lucky that I heard it. I ran to the door, wondering who on earth would be visiting us at such a late hour. IT WAS CAROLERS! I opened the door, and was greeted by a very enthusiastic young man who said "Hi! We're your neighbors! We are here to sing to you!" And that they did! I suspect it was a singles ward group, or a young mens/womens activity from the local ward. (For those of you who don't understand what I just said, it is a Utah thing, don't worry). Anyway, it was really neat, and it made me think of when I was about 19, and went out wassailing.

The only thing that was slightly sad was that I was the only one who got to enjoy the carolers! The babies were already all asleep, as they had not napped all day, and my Mom was asleep, and the brothers were doing their teenage boy things. Nevertheless, it was still quite amazing.

Yay for the Christmas season!

Say Thank You

2009-12-10T21:35:00.000-08:00

For those of you who are on Facebook, you have probably seen this. I actually got the link from Facebook myself, so, unfortunately, I was not the one to find it and be THAT cool. Please everyone go to www.LetsSayThanks.com . It is a website sponsored by Xerox and supports the troops overseas. Basically what you do is you pick out a card that was designed by a school age child. You can then input your name, and a message, and that card will go to a Soldier who is spending their holiday overseas. You don't need to register, and you don't need to even give your full name, but, it is a really neat thing, and only takes seconds of your time. Such a short time to possibly make someones whole day. So, yes, GO TO THE WEBSITE!!! My whole like, two readers who read this. GO. GO NOW! If you are still reading this you are not doing what I asked you to do! GO!

again, it is www.LetsSayThanks.com

another shortie

2009-12-09T21:12:00.000-08:00

This is another short blog, but, I ninja'd this from a friends facebook page. This is really funny, because it really gives you a look at the culture of Utah. It is also HI-larious.

Twilight Years from Tom on Vimeo.

Something I thought was funny

2009-12-08T20:12:00.000-08:00

This blog will be short, and will not include a rule and a show and tell. I am sorry for this, I am super tired, and must go to bed. However, I am going to just share something I thought was really funny, because I have been told almost the same thing by a boy. I got this from little miss Cornelia Xx. It looks like a funny text she found somewhere, and it is the quote:

"I asked a girl if I could buy her a drink, she said 'I have a boyfriend'. I said 'I have a goldfish'. She said 'what?' I said 'Oh, I'm sorry, I thought we were talking about stuff that doesn't matter."

Hahaha. So true.

Muchluf!

The Naughty Spot

2009-12-07T20:29:00.000-08:00

Raising children is always quite entertaining. Now, just one child can be a lot of fun, and you get a lot of great funny family stories with which you can embarrass said child with later during their adolescence. However, when you have three children, the whole dynamic gets even funnier.

My two babies, Ender and Katalina, are only a year and two weeks apart. This is really fun sometimes, and can also be really rough sometimes. They either try to annoy one another, OR, they think it is hilarious to team up and be devious. Today was a day where they decided to work together.

Everyday I drop Severian off at school around 8:15. I generally don't even try to get dressed and ready for this drop off, because I usually just come home and change while I have more time. Today was no exception. I dropped Severian off, came home, locked the babies securely in the front room using the puppy gate, and went to my room to change. I was not gone for more than three minutes. I am not even kidding. I walked back in the room, and I found the two babies sitting in the middle of this:

Notice the two little bum marks in the middle of the mess? While it was super funny after I stopped to think of it, I was NOT amused at the moment I walked into the room. Not only had they made a HUGE mess, they had dumped out two full bags of chips. Now, I don't know about your house, but in our house, chips are like gold. Highly coveted, and rarely found (mostly because the teenage brothers get into them before anyone else gets a chance). So, I put the babies in the naughty spot. Only then did I stop to think it was funny, and decide to get a picture of both the mess, and the consequence:

Notice, Kat thinks she is funny, while Ender knows that he is in trouble. You see, Katalina thinks she pretty much has everyone wrapped around her teeny tiny baby pinkie finger. And, for the most part she does. However, I am not afraid to naughty spot her when the time comes.

And, just as a last note, as I was sitting here typing this blog Severian and Ender came into my room to let me know that Katalina was doing something she shouldn't be doing. All of my children LOVE to tattle on each other, and this was a moment where Severian was very excited. This is how the conversation went, keep in mind, he was referencing her Build a Bear bear that she has:

"Mom, Katalina is doing something with her bear that she shouldn't be doing"
"What is she doing?"
"I can't even explain it, it is so bad you have to come see"
(Severian then takes my hand and starts leading me to their room)
"Mom, you will not believe what she is doing, it will be an Adams for sure"
(I didn't really know what this meant but I just went along with it. We got into her room, and I found that her pink Build a Bear had come undone at the back, and she was pulling all the stuffing out of it. Mind you, she was also sitting completely nekid in her crib)
I said, "Katalina Adams! No no!"
"See Mom, I knew it was an Adams"

Severian has called the times when you are in so much trouble that your last name gets used an "adams". I thought that was pretty funny.

So, the rule of the day is this: Chips may be safe for your kids to eat, but if you want to keep them around, do not put them where children can reach them. They will end up all over your kitchen floor. For serious.

Show and Tell: I love super nanny.

I Crochet like superwoman....if superwoman were to crochet...

2009-12-06T19:06:00.000-08:00

Today I am going to discuss The Art of Crochet. I have never really known how to do anything super special. I could sing, but I was always very shy, so I didn't flaunt the fact that I could sing. I have never been especially artistic either. I would rather dance than paint, as movement is generally where my expression lies, not in "art". In fact, when I was in High School I took a sewing class, and failed miserably. I didn't actually fail the class, I just wasn't very good at the projects that I started. My pants that I made had to be turned into shorts by the teacher because I botched them so bad.

This all changed a few months ago when my Auntie Ann was visiting. And by a few months ago, I more mean about a year ago. She was making a blanket for the impending arrival of her first grandbaby, and she was making it by crochet. Watching her, it looked relatively easy, and I expressed my interest in learning. Being a good Aunt, she went and got me a book about how to crochet, some hooks, and some yarn. I had a hard time following the book, as I learn by seeing, so I decided to youtube crochet.

EXCELLENT IDEA. I found this amazing youtube channel called "The Art of Crochet By Teresa". She teaches all the beginning stitches, as well as other projects, such as hats, scarves, granny squares, and other stitches which can be used for blankets. So far, I have made three blankets, and a myriad of hats. Voila:

This is Ryley's Blanket (which took about six months)

This is one of the many hats I have made:

BOOM!

Rule of the Day: You can learn anything on youtube. For serious.

Show and Tell: The Art Of Crochet by Teresa's youtube channel

I Failed!

2009-12-05T21:25:00.000-08:00

Alright, alright, alright, alright. I know. I did NOT blog yesterday. I am sorry, I failed at life. Well. At least at blogging. HOW TYPICAL of me to blog for eight days in a row and then stop. Well, sorry. HOWEVER, I DO have an explanation! All week I was stressed about the test that I had to take for work, and yesterday I took it.

I got 100% on one of the tests, and 99% on the other test. So, I passed, and I still have a job. I was so relieved that I came home and ate ice cream and watched Monk. And, I didn't blog. I am sorry. I failed you all for a night.

Obviously though, I have not failed tonight. Tonight, we decorated the Christmas Tree, this was super fun, and also super stressful. You see, decorating the Christmas tree with the kids SOUNDS like a whole lot of fun, and it really is. However, what no one talks about is how frustrating it can also be. We have a really big tree this year, which is awesome, however, that just means more to decorate.

So, we went to Ikea today to get decorations. First off, EXCELLENT idea. We got red and silver decorations for the whole tree (my Mom and I were trying to be Martha Stuart and coordinate...just...you know...without the whole "jail" part of Martha Stuart...) and it did NOT cost very much at all. The babies were super excited about decorating the tree, Severian most of all. The problem was that Severian wanted to hang all the ornaments, including the ones that went on top of the tree, which was a problem because I didn't want him to be standing on the chair trying to hang ornaments on the tree. Ender was interested in hanging ornaments, but was much more interested in making sure that he had all the ornaments that Katlina wanted, and Katalina couldn't figure out how to hang the ornaments, so, she amused herself by bowling with the bigger ones. Quite an interesting night.

In the end Severian got to hang the ornaments he wanted, just so long as his feet stayed on the floor, Ender decided that he would hang multiple ornaments on the same branch and made quite an art project out of it, and Katalina bowled a perfect score, AND I even helped her hang her ornaments. And, my Mom got to hold me by the pants so that I could stand on the chair, and hang the ornaments on the very top of the tree. I was pretty sure I was going to fall right into the tree while doing that, I did not however.

Here is the finished product:

My Mom and I took video of the night, and I will put it up later once I have downloaded everything to the computer.

And that brings me to my rule of the day: when buying ornaments, ensure that they are shatterproof until your kids are of age. And I mean about 25 years old.

Show and Tell:

Quick, but amazing....

2009-12-03T20:24:00.000-08:00

Alright, tomorrow I have a test that I have to pass, or I will no longer have a job. It is slightly stressful. So, this blog is going to be super short.

Remember the amazing chair? It gets better, it has an air pump in the back so that you can pump air into it and make the lower back support firmer, or you can push a squishy part of the pump to make it softer. It is seriously the Nike Air Pumps of chairs. A-MAZING.

Rule of the day: When studying for a test that could cost you your job, always do a Wendy's run before hand.

Show and Tell. I love my new job.

and, to complete:

BAM.

Degrees of Separation

2009-12-02T21:09:00.000-08:00

Alright, this blog is going to be quick, but, it is a really cool blog. I am, officially (kinda) two degrees of separation from J.K. Rowling. How is this? Well friends, I will tell you.

Many of you know of my obsession with Twitter. And those of you who don't know of it, I have an obsession with Twitter. Now you know. Twitter is essentially just a website where you put in a statement of 160 words or less (I think that is the amount). It is basically a status update like in Facebook, and that is all you really do. Anyways, in the Twitterverse you can "follow" people. For all you Facebookers out there this basically means you "friend" them, and therefore, they can see your "status update", but they have to follow you as well in order for them to see yours. Also in the Twitterverse you may talk to people, or "comment" on their "tweets". To do this, you type in the @symbol and then their username. For instance, my username is luverbuggbaby (p.s. Kim, do you remember when you created that name for me, in our 10th grade year? Yeah. Still use it. I heart you). So, if someone wanted to say something to me they would say "@luverbuggbaby no, your hair is NOT supposed to go blue when you are trying to dye it black. You did something wrong."

Alright, now that we all understand Twitter, back to my story. So. I follow Emerson Spartz, who is pretty much the genius that created mugglenet.com. IF you don't know what mugglenet.com is, you will be begrudgingly be forgiven. If you don't know what a Muggle is, then you are no longer my friend. You will find the pink slips firing you in your mailbox tomorrow morning. No, really though, mugglenet.com is a huge Harry Potter information site. I have gone to this site since I had dial up internet, so, that will tell you how long I have been going there. It is amazing.

Anyways, I got off track, sorry. Emerson Spartz created mugglenet, and, he also has a Twitter. Well, the other day he "tweeted" (see, aren't you glad you know what that means now?) something about a trending topic that was ridiculous. I responded with "'Ear, 'ear", cause I agreed with him (inside Potter joke. If you get it, you are laughing, if you don't, read the books, then you will laugh. Promise). HE responded BACK to me with something like "'Ear, 'ear indeed". Number one, this totally made my day. Number two, I realized shortly after I got the tweet that this boy HAS MET J.K. ROWLING. Not only met with her, he got TO ASK HER QUESTIONS. How freaking cool is that? Therefore, by my own system, I have decided that I am now only two degrees of separation from J.K. herself. Amazing. You all know someone who is THAT cool. And, by extension, you are all 3 degree's away from J.K. So now we are all cool.

I am also going to talk a little bit about Emerson Spartz. This guy created mugglenet when he was super young, and has met J.K. herself. Anyone like that could easily have a big head on them. Well, this is his twitter bio: "I'm going to use my twitter to remind me to smile at strangers and compliment people". Not only that, but he does "thankful thursdays" I think, (sorry Emerson, if you end up reading this and that is wrong, I apologize), where you tweet about what you are thankful for. Anyways, from what I know, he seems like a really cool guy with a good head on his shoulders. Props to you Emerson Spartz! The world needs more people like you!

That is all for this little blog. I have to get back to studying for the test I have to take at my new job on Friday. Apparently if we fail, we get FIRED. Yeah. I am a little nervous.

Rule of the Day: Just because someone walks around in a black cape like a bat, has greasy hair, and used to be a Death Eater, does NOT mean he is a bad guy. He could be hiding an undying love for your Mother, and therefore, really is trying to save you.

Show and Tell: Since I talked about mugglenet, that is my show and tell for the day. To see Mugglenet, click here.

Alright friends. Until Tomorrow! Xx.

Happy Birthday Katalina!

2009-12-01T21:13:00.000-08:00

Today is the day my baby girl was born! Two years ago I went into the hospital pregnant. The doctor sliced my belly open and out came a baby! Her birth was actually the most traumatic birth of all my three babies. Firstly, for the obvious reason. The ex had left me when I was five months pregnant, and he wouldn't hold my hand whilst I was being sliced open. Then he took our children home with him that night, not to our home, but to the home that he was living in with the girl he left me for. Awesome.

Add to that the fact that when Katalina was born, she had water around her lungs. This is relatively common with c-section babies, but it was scary nonetheless. She had to spend 24 hours in the NICU, under an Oxygen box thing which pumped pure oxygen into her body. I guess this got rid of the fluid around her lungs.

HOWEVER, this being said, I think she is the one that I bonded the most with in the hospital. The ex didn't bring the babies a whole ton, and I was there for 4 days, and I spent most of the time just holding her. While I did that with my other babies, I had more people there all the time. With Kat, I had alot more alone time with her in the hospital, which was nice. SO, here is an Ode to Kat:

Her birthday this year was really fun. We actually celebrated on Sunday, but we got Ice Cream Cake, let her pick out a tree, and she got lots and lots of toys. Her favorites were the My Little Ponies and Barbies, because she gets to brush their hair. She also loved the shoes that I got her. They are the cute dress up ones in the picture above. She loves shoes!!! Today, I had to work, but still, Happy Birthday my sweet girl! I love you!

Rule of the Day: (stolen from Duane) On a babies birthday they are allowed to do pretty much whatever they want to (within reason).

Show and Tell for the day: Kat when she was about One and a half:

Office Chair Olympics

2009-11-30T20:21:00.000-08:00

Yesterday we went out and got a tree, and also had Katalina's birthday party. I am sure you are thinking that I am going to blog about that today, and if you are, you are absolutely.....WRONG! I actually have been a slacker and have not uploaded the pictures OR the video from last night, so, those things will have to wait until tomorrow, or the next day. Or both. Maybe I will split them up. I AM blogging everyday after all.

Today was my first day in a new job. While I could bore you with the details of how my day went (it was fantastic!) and what I learned (loads!) and what kind of policies they have (don't harass people!), I am not going to. I want to talk about one thing. How amazing the chairs were. The people who make office chairs make a variety of shapes, colors and styles. Anything to suit your personal preference or need. Having worked in an office setting for the majority of my adult life, I can assure you that I have sat in many an office chair. However, none can compare to this office chair I sat in today.

Picture this, you sit down, and all the sudden you feel like you are sitting in a fluffy cloud watching a rainbow while sipping lemonade. THAT is how this chair felt. It had a little partition in it, so your bum dipped in a little in the chair, and also your legs did too. It also felt like the inside was made of the memory foam stuff. I am sure it wasn't, but that is how it felt. It. Was. AMAZING.

Alright, so rule of the day: When working in an office, find the most amazing memory foam chair. If they don't offer them, don't work there.

Here is my share of the day: It speaks for itself:

Bar Talk. Part Two.

2009-11-29T21:41:00.000-08:00

Yesterday I regaled all of you with stories of what I heard in the ladies bathroom at the club the other night. While this is all well and good, no bar story can be complete without random boys hitting on you. Right? Of course right! The first story is actually from a few weeks ago, but, it is so ridiculous that it has to be recounted in blog form.

That night I went out with Ry right after I had gotten off work. Because I had been at work I was slightly more trendy than I usually am, but also in a sixteen year old sort of way, as I used to work for Forever 21, the clothing store. Anyway, I also had a flower in my hair (and I will admit, it was quite cute...). So, Ryley and I were at the Station again, and we had been dancing. It gets really hot when you dance, because there are lot of people in the club, and also a lot of people crowding around. So, we decided to go outside and stand by the fire pits. Well we get outside, and there is a retro nerd dude! Now, you know how I feel about retro nerds. And this dude had the whole thing going on, button up shirt with a jacket over top, hat, and glasses. The only thing missing was suspenders and a bow tie, and that could be fixed with a little training. So anyway, he walks up to me (mind you, totally drunk), and this is the conversation we had:

Retro Nerd: Hey, I like your flower in your hair, it is cute.
Me: Oh, well thank-you, I like your hat, it is very dapper.
Retro Nerd: What does dapper mean?
(by this point I am thinking in my head, WOW STRIKE ONE, but I wanted to give him a chance to redeem himself, he was after all, totally smashed, and I was perfectly sober)
Me: Well, it means very put together, kinda like Gene Kelly.
Retro Nerd: Oh. Who is Gene Kelly.
Me: Wow. You don't know who Gene Kelly is?
Retro Nerd: (Looking around for help because he knows he is sinking) Um, no, should I?
Me: Dude. You totally just failed in flirting with me, sorry. You just struck out.

So, that is how that conversation went. He did talk to me a few times throughout the night, but I also saw him hitting on another chickybean with a flower in HER hair, so I think it was just his conversation opener. Also, he never had a chance after he didn't know what dapper meant. I guess I am elitist that way.

So, back to Friday night. For whatever reason I was actually getting eyed quite a bit. Which is weird, because I don't really ever get eyed. I think it was perhaps because I had spent more than five minutes on my hair. You see, I WANTED it to have a wave in it, but I couldn't get it to go into a wave, but it did end up being curly. Whatever. It was weird. Well, we had been outside for the same reason mentioned above, and I had seen dude eyeing me out there, however, unlike normal girls, I did not return his gaze. I just gazed awkwardly away, and gave a fleeting half-smile. See, at a club like that the "eyeing" is not a "hey, you kinda look cute, I would like to grab a cup of coffee and get to know you". The "eyeing" is a "Hey baby, I want to dance sexy with you and then take you to the hotel across the street, put on some R&B music and get it on" type eyeing. I am just not that kinda girl. Also, I am a TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE flirt. My idea of flirting is sitting awkwardly together while I occasionally talk too loud and spill the drink on the table all over myself. It is certainly not giving someone smoldering looks and promises with my eyes. I am just not that put together. Anyway, Ry and I had been outside, and we walked back in, and dude came running up to me, which, props for him for following me in. This is how it went:

Dude: Hi, may I buy you a drink?
(Now, I don't usually accept drinks. Well, lets face it, I don't usually get asked to have drinks bought for me)
Me: Oh, I am sorry, but I am done drinking tonight.
Ryley: Let the boy buy you a drink! You haven't had a lot!
Me: But I thought I was done drinking?
Ryley: YOU HAVE HAD 2 DRINKS, you are fine.
Me: Ok, you may buy me a drink.
(dude and I walk over to the bar)
Dude: What would you like.
Me: Cranberry and Vodka?
Dude: Really?
Me: Oh, I am not usually bought drinks, am I not supposed to ask for that?
Dude: No you can ask for whatever you want, it is your drink....
Me: Ok. Well. Can I have a Cranberry and Vodka?
(Dude orders. We endure a slightly awkward silence)
Dude: I have to admit, I saw you dancing earlier, and it was quite sexy.
Me: Oh, well thank you. I thought I danced kinda spastically, so it is good to know that it is actually sexy.
Dude: Uh. Yeah! It is!
(awkward silence)
Me: Sorry, I am not good at this, I am pretty awkward in flirting situations.
Dude: It's fine. Wanna dance?

Ok, I have to pause right here, because I usually have a rule at the bar. I do not dance with anyone. I don't let boys dance up on me, that is NOT fun for me. The only boy who would be allowed to dance with me is one who came up and would start doing a modern dance routine to "I Kissed a Girl and I Liked It" because that is SO what I would do. Alright, that being said, having let this boy buy me a drink, I felt like I was obligated to dance with him. *sigh*.

Me: Um. Ok, I think my friends are out there, lets go dance with them.
Dude: Ok sweet.
(we both walk over to the dance floor, I see Ryley and Megan and I walk straight to their group and start non-commitally dancing with the group. Dude comes up and starts to dance with me, then gestures me out further into the middle of the dance floor away from my friends. I am sure he wanted me to be all grindy grind up against him, but I JUST DON'T DANCE THAT WAY. If you want romance, do a freaking tango with me).
Dude: (realizing that I am not your regular skin bar girl) Um, this is my dance (proceeds to do some random dance, which was kinda cute cause it was an ice breaker)
Me: Oh that was nice, do you want to see my signature move?
Dude: (eyes lighting up cause he apparently thinks it is something sexy) Yes! I do!
Me: OK, you ready? It is called "The Pantomime" ( then do my signature move, which is something I made up in High School when I won first place in the state with my pantomime routine. Yeah that's right, I am a world class mime. Take that. Anyways, it consists of making yourself a box, and then sticking your head outside of the line of the box you just made. I made it up to make fun of all the other mimers who were not as good as me......haha)
Dude: Oh. Oh that's, haha, that's fun! (obviously he didn't think it was fun)
Me: (looking around as I had lost Ryley) Oh, where did my friends go?
Dude: Do you want to go find them?
Me: Yes
Dude: Ok, have a nice night.
Me: Thanks for the drink
(exit left)

So, yes. That was my most recent "flirting" experience. As you can see, I am not your average girl at a skin bar. Once again, I would rather be at a piano bar any day, but, it is fine, I like dancing too. I just don't like getting hit on. I am not in it for "the fun of the night". One of my favorite lines is having someone say something like "Your cute. Want to make out?" and me saying "Oh, well thanks. I have three kids at home. Still wanna make out?". Yes. I have had that exact conversation before. They don't ever want to make out after that. I have no clue as to why..... *sigh* I am never going to get married again am I?

Ok, time for the rule of the day! This is actually a recently learned rule: Never let a boy buy you a drink. It just means you have to awkwardly dance with him later.

Alright, and time for my Show and Tell. Now. I am not one to dance sexy. However, I will one day learn this dance with someone, and somehow randomly perform it in a dance bar. NOT. EVEN. JOKING.

Also, we know I love them, so, I am going to have another Show and Tell. Boys. Evan. Ryan. Please come buy me a drink. Or, I will buy you one. I am not picky. It could even be soda. Or hot chocolate. Or water. I promise lots of awkward conversations about musicals. You CAN'T pass that up.

Ah. You know how I feel about boys in suspenders.....I love them....you know, just in case you didn't know how I felt.....

Ok folks. Until tomorrow! Xx

Bar Talk. Part One.

2009-11-28T20:28:00.000-08:00

Picture this...a dark setting, hip hop/club music playing, a lit up dance floor, and any kind of drink you can get. Yeah, that's right. Ryley and I went to Club Allure yesterday. Now, I didn't used to like Club Allure (previously Sandy Station). It is not my scene. My scene is a nice piano bar with lots of retro nerds with glasses and suspenders on. My scene is not a dance club with drunk jocks hanging around hitting on equally drunk girls who are scantily clad. That being said, I have become accustomed to the Station. I like dancing, and Ryley can occasionally lure me there for Karaoke night, which I have fun doing.

Since I start a new job on Monday, we decided to go out last night for one last hurrah, as I will be working late most every Friday night from now on. Our "Hurrahs" are not really that neat, as they consist mainly of dancing till we drop, and maybe two drinks. Well, as the night goes on I always think it is funny to listen in to other peoples conversations. Since it is a dance club, you can't really hear other peoples conversations, however, the conversations I heard in ladies room last night took the cake. Here is one:

Random Girl: "Oh. My. God. My bra keeps showing!" (turns to look at other girl whom she does not know) "Sorry".
Other Random Girl: "No your totally fine, I hate it when that happens"
Random Girl: "I know! I mean, like, it can be fine if your bra is showing you know, like, that can be hot, but my bra is white, and I am wearing black, so like, that totally doesn't look good, it just looks trashy."
Other Random Girl: "Yeah I know what you mean, like, I agree, a bra showing can be hot but it has got to match your outfit".
(exit girls)

Ok, I am not very adept at the dating scene. I have never been one of "those" girls that knows how to do my hair, looks amazing in whatever she puts on, etc etc etc. So, I was able to pick up a few tips from this conversation. Apparently, it is NOT trashy if your bra is showing, as long as your bra is the same color as your outfit. In fact, it is hot if that is the case. But, it is totally trashy if your bra is white and does not match your outfit, and it is showing. Don't worry, I wrote it down in my "dating notebook" I keep with me at all times, just for these little gems.

That was the first conversation I heard in the ladies room. The second conversation was actually only part of a conversation, because a chickybean was talking on her cell phone. Quite obviously drunk. Mind you, she was also talking on the cell phone whilst GOING TO THE BATHROOM. A little much I feel, but it was a funny conversation nonetheless:

Chickybean on the cell phone: "So yeah, I said, if you could just PLEASE be a friend and come with me, and see this band with me that I genuinely love, and he WOULDN'T! He F***** wouldn't because they wouldn't let him bring his gun in! And I was like, so you would rather sit outside and clean YOUR GUN than leave the F***** gun in the car, and he said 'they are taking away my constitutional right to carry a weapon and I don't want to give my business to anyone who takes away my constitutional rights'" (chickybean pauses while she listens to whomever she was talking to) "I know right! It is the establishments CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHT to say who they want to come in, and if they don't want someone to come in with a gun, then it is their right to say that he can't come in! So yeah, I was so mad at him, I mean, why can't he just be a friend. And he left, and I have to go get my stuff from him now because he had my purse and my Jacket."

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WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE DOES THIS CHICK HANG OUT WITH?! Seriously, what kind of person really, really thinks that in this day and age they are going to be allowed to carry a gun into a dance bar? Do they think a gang fight is going to take place? For. Serious. I was a little bit amazed, and also slightly frightened. See, cute little retro nerds don't try to take guns into piano bars.

Now, other stuff happened at the bar yesterday, but this post is already getting a bit long, and, since I am blogging everyday, y'all will have to come back for the next installment of my night last night. Don't worry, I promise it will be worth it.

So, my rule of the day is this: When picking out undergarments to wear under your club clothes, ensure that they coordinate well with your outfit, so as not to look terribly trashy.

Here is my show n tell of the day: Ok, so I love Twilight, but I think I may love this dude too.

Be careful, it has some swear words in it. And really, I think this video is made funnier just by the accent. Nevertheless, I love Alex whoever he is. Please come marry me. I promise, I am not scary, I only have three kids, that's cool right?

Thanksgiving Thighs, Black Friday Eyes...

2009-11-27T15:10:00.000-08:00

Wow, look at this. Two days in a row! Since yesterday was Thanksgiving, it is actually pretty easy for me to do my second blog because I get to just talk about Thanksgiving, and Black Friday. I am also kind-of lazy and intentionally planned the start of my blog this way.

Like many Americans, yesterday I celebrated the traditional Thanksgiving Day feast with my family. However, unlike many mothers, I did not get to have my children at the Thanksgiving Table with me. Due to the divorce, we had an agreement where we switch holidays every other year. I had the kids for Thanksgiving last year, therefore, he had the babies this year for Thanksgiving. I always hate this because it was the one thing I never ever wanted for my children. I don't like to feel as though they are shuffled between houses, let alone not being able to spend a holiday with one of the parents. Anyway, that being said, we managed to make the morning of Thanksgiving fun for them.

A little background first. Last weekend my Mom and I took the babies to the new WinCo store to go shopping for the upcoming Thanksgiving feast. Firstly, WinCo is amazing because everything is so cheap. We got a 25 pound turkey for 9.00, I am not EVEN kidding. So, we went shopping, and we got a TON of food. When we got home and were unpacking it all my oldest, Severian, was very excited, and started talking about all the things he wanted his Grandma to make for him on Thanksgiving. I had to very gently tell him that he was going to be at his daddy's house on Thanksgiving, but that Daddy would make him all the things he wanted. He promptly started crying and proclaimed that no one has as much food as Grandma did, and he did not want to go to anyone else's house! To make the day a little easier for him my Mom and I decided to do a Thanksgiving Breakfast with the babies, which were full of delectable treats.

Bright and early on Thanksgiving morning the babies woke up and my mom had fixed a breakfast of Turkey Bacon, Pancakes, Muffins, Toast, and Cinnamon Rolls. We turned on the t.v and watched the Thanksgiving Day parade together, and then I took the babies to their Dad's house. This turned out to be very nice, because I still felt like I had a meal with the babies, but, they were also not underfoot for the big meal preparation going on at my Mom's.

Once I got home I helped my Mom a little bit, and then got dressed up. I feel it is necessary to dress up for holidays, because really, when do you get the chance to get all dolled up on a regular basis? YOU DON'T, which is why you should always take advantage of a ready made holiday to get dressed up. Anyway, my Mom generally is the one who makes dinner on Thanksgiving, and I am very lucky that she does, because she is a great cook. I am also very lucky because I have grandparents that come to Thanksgiving, something I know a lot of people my age don't have. Really, our Thanksgivings are like everyone's. Food, fun, perhaps a crazy relative or two. The only thing this year was Thanksgiving seemed a bit off because we did not have my babies around to make funny comments. Here are some pictures of the event:

My Dad carving the Turkey:

Me and my Grandma and Grandpa (my mom's parents)

Me and my Grandma (my dad's mom)

My plate. I ate it all. Snap!

Everyone getting something to eat:

Needless to say, after the event I slept for 11 hours. I am not even joking.

Now, I did venture out a little bit for Black Friday, however, I am not one of the crazy people that were standing in line for Toys R Us, or Best Buy, or Walmart. I did the early morning thing last year, and while it was super cool, and I saved a lot, I didn't want to do it this year. Also, Black Friday for me has never really been to shop for Christmas, as I have two kids who have birthdays between Black Friday and Christmas. The third baby had his birthday two weeks ago. I am such a great baby birthday planner. Today, I woke up and got ready, then ventured out to do some shopping around noon with my Mom. The first place we went was Kohls. Now, I am a fan of Kohls because the outfit I am currently wearing is from there, and the whole thing only cost me $30.00. HOWEVER, they do not have much in the way of toys, and the stuff they had was more expensive than a regular day at Walmart. So, we went to Walmart. Surprisingly it was not super crazy there, until we got to the toy department. Here, it was a war zone. I half expected a Walmart worker to be standing right outside the toy department, hand me an Uzi, a helmet, and a shopping cart, and throw me into the fray with a pat on the back and a "good luck".

No really, it wasn't terrible, but there were a lot of people trying to navigate the bulky carts through the smallish aisles. Also, there were some quite rude people. Could someone tell me, please, why the spirit of charity, giving, and peace is completely thrown out the door once someone steps inside a shopping center? There was one lady who completely ran into my mom with her shopping cart, and didn't say, sorry, didn't say, "Oh my word are you ok?". No no, she said "Oops". OOOPS? Are you kidding me? Oops is what you say when you run your cart into the wall because you are not paying attention. Oops is not what you say when you run into a person. Baffling. All in all, I got Katalina all her birthday presents, and I got Severian all his birthday presents. And I even took my mom to lunch afterwards. It turned out to be a good day.

Now for the rule of the day! Wewt. See, I didn't forget, I told you I would always do one! My rule today is this: Anyday can be a Holiday if you make it one. Cheesy I know, but true nonetheless.

I am also excited for my show and tell of the day. I made these cookies for Thanksgiving, and they were excellent:

The recipe was really easy to make, and, seriously, they are sooooo good. You can find the recipe at a cute little blog here. Also, this lady is amazingly talented, take a look at some of her other blogs. She sewed herself a dress for goodness sake. A DRESS. HERSELF. wow.

Single Moms are Easy?

2009-11-26T17:11:00.000-08:00

What's that you say? Why is the title of this crazy chic's blog "Single Moms are Easy?". Well my friend. I will tell you! First, for a little background. I am a single Mommy, with three kids, ages 6, 3 and 2. I have been single for about two and a half years, when my ex-husband left (while I was pregnant no less). Since then, I have been raising my three kids, and have recently moved back in with my Mom for a little extra help while I work and go to school.

That being said, I am also a young(ish) 27 years old. Upon becoming single, I found that there was a whole world unbeknownst to me. It was called "The Dating World". It felt like an uncharted territory that I had yet to explore. It was also full of strange signals, innuendos, and un-classified relationships. You see, I had never really "dated". I met my ex-husband. We fell in love. I moved in. We got married. We had babies. It was pretty cut and dry, and therefore, I had never experienced what dating life was about. In the past two years, I have run across many interesting dating situations. However, I went on a date rather recently that really had me quite baffled for days.

The date started out really well. The boy, we shall call him "Bob", took me out to a nice restaurant for brunch. This was actually our second date, and we were getting along well. I have never been one to be subtle, and I had let him know that I was not in it to be a NCMO (or, Non-Committal-Make-Out), and he had asked me out on a second date, so, you know. Whatever. Bob is younger than me, he is 22, so, the topic of single mothers came up. And I think I said something like "Your younger, why do you want to take a single mom out?" and his response was "Well, I actually like to date single moms, because single moms are easy." He then looked at me for a minute and said "Except you. Your not easy."

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I WAS FLABBERGASTED! What?! Is this true? ARE single moms easy? I would have to disagree on this one, however, it is very hard, and very lonely to be single. So, I can understand that girls would look for attention by running into the arms (or the bed) of some dude. However, I have to believe this is a bit of a stereotype....I hope.

In my experience, quality guys are few and far between when you have children. Many boys just stop talking to me after I tell them I have three kids. And, the general consensus amongst boys seems to be that single moms ARE easy. I mean, can someone tell me where the "Easy" sign is attached so that I can take it off? Please?

So, that is where this blog comes in. I have met many a young single mom, and we all have our stories to share. So, since it is quite cathartic for me to write, I am setting myself a goal. I will try to write a blog every day for a year, chronicling my life as a single mother. They may not always be long. They may not always be about dating. They may not always be interesting. However, there are a lot of young single parents out there, and I think that we are a group which is looked over, or misjudged. This is just my way of sharing how life is for one of us.

In each blog I am going to write a "rule of the day". These will be my personal dating or child rearing rules, which, are generally quite quirky. I am also going to have a "Show and Tell" for the day. This will be anything from a song I like, to a recipe, to a picture. Whatever I feel like sharing. It is my blog after all.

So. Here it goes....

RULE OF THE DAY: For me, it is always important to be honest when dealing with potential dates. Therefore, my number 1 rule is that I always tell the boy that I have three babies before the first date. I don't wait to spring that information on them because if they don't want to take me out on one date once they find out I have children, I don't want to date them anyway.

Here is my first SHOW AND TELL (wewt!): There is a British singer that I absolutely love, her name is Paloma Faith, and this is my favorite song of hers:

Well kids, catch ya tomorrow!

xx