Making friends

Today we went to the Mis Amigos picnic and made some new friends. It is a support group for parents/families who have adopted Latin American children. We had a blast. Hopefully this will become a regular event. Carlos had a great time and made a very special friend Ana. She was a peanut just like him.

bloggers/boogers and no manners

Ok, so I am not a faithful blogger...why when I read that word do I always think ...booger? Yes, I forgot my password again.

Why is it that people think that it is ok, to send their children down to play at someone else's house with no phone call to say Hey is this ok, or are you busy? Yesterday one of the neighborhood monsters came down to play with my daughter, she also brought a friend with her. They banged on the door, rather than a polite knock, which of course got all my dogs barking and woke my son up from his nap. He has pneumonia so sleeping is a big deal here right now. Turns out that the little monster had a bug up her butt and really just wanted to show off for her other friend by cutting my daughter down and being an all around brat. After staying 30 minutes, getting me and the dogs all miffed, waking my son and insulting my daughter, they left. I asked my daughter why they didn't go to one of their houses to play, she said they were not allowed to play at their own houses. So in other words, I don't care what you do...just don't do it here. People are just rude. I am tired of being the kool-aid mom. What they never showed in those commercials was Mom A, B and C dropping their kids off at Mom D's house so they can go home and do what ever they want, leaving Mom D to have no life and being the neighborhood freebie babysitter. I realize that I am the only one who can change this and that I am going to have to just speak up and say...no they cannot play here, no I will not lend you the community pool key because you are too irresponsible to either keep yours and not lose it, or too cheap to spend $15.oo to get a new one, no I did not just go to the grocery store so that your children can have a snack, no I will not watch 4 of your children with 5 minutes notice for an hour or so because your mom has to go to the doctor, no I do not want to hear you gripe because your husband is being sued for paternity in another state and you are pregnanat with your 5th child. No your child cannot come into my house and climb the ferrets cage, break things and hit my son. I just don't understand people with no manners who want everyone else to raise their children for them.

On a brighter note, it is cooling off here, we just have 100% humidity...so I am ready for Halloween, finally. I am even ready to go get a pumpkin, it's just 4 days away!!!!

Shopping with Spunky

Yesterday we went to the mall in search of shirts to wear for our family portraits this coming weekend. First we started thinking we would all wear red button downs, untucked with jeans and barefoot. After searching Macy's my daughter and I could not find a single button down red shirt, ok...she asks what is our "backup" color...hummmm. Since I knew we would just walk in the store, go to the rack and pick up the perfect red shirt, I did not have a backup color. Ok well lets try Dillards, I bet they have a red shirt...well long story short, it seems there is no such thing as a plain red button down shirt in Florida at the end of September and I really wish people would stop looking at me like I have two heads...Oh wait, were they looking at my zit????????? While searching in Dillards we are approached by this spunky little lady who quickly tells me she is not a salesperson, she works in customer service. Oh no, we don't need a bit of help, we will know it when we see it, but Thanks anyway, we smile and say.....well spunky lady will not take no for an answer. My picky daughter, who thinks anything I pick is totally ewwwww, starts working with this woman, next thing I know we are in the Ralph Lauren section....oh no...no we cannot afford Ralph. Oh great I watch as they pick out a pink top, oh and of course we need a fushia sweater to go over it. No just walk away honey, didn't I teach you not to talk to strangers...don't do it baby, get away from that dressing room. It won't fit, it will be itchy. I run after her, thinking I can talk some sense into her once we are alone. Meanwhile my hubby comes up with the cutest pink button down in just my size. It's on sale he says with a huge smile. Good thing, love, cuz your daughter is shopping with her new best friend, who seems to have a passion for Ralphie...I squeeze in the door just as it is shutting...Hi honey, need momma's help? Yes, of course baby, it looks really good, but....I catch a glimpse of a red slash on the tag....could it be?? Yes, it turns out the shirt and the sweater are both under $10.00 each...my baby has scored a 75% off sale. That's my girl...momma taught you well. I try on my shirt, it looks great and is just what I want, nice and light. We both hear "spunky" approaching the dressing room...then I hear her talking to my son....if you keep looking at the fur vests we are going to have to call you Elvis, she says laughing......My husband says, well that is his name, which of course cracks her up. It turns out our little Dillard's devil was a gift from Heaven. I never would have even ventured near that little man on an horse section.
Ok mission accomplished for the girl team...now for the boys.....4 hours later we head home. We then realize that both hubby and mr Elvis have the perfect denim shirts hanging right in their closets.

Passwords and Zits

Ok, note to self...write down your password and user id. It has taken me almost a week to finally remember mine. Today I woke up with a goose egg on my forehead. I thought after a hysterectomy there would be no more zits... I actually called and cancelled my dr appt. and told hubby he had to go get the girl child after school because I was not leaving the house. Everyone in the family has been warned that big trouble will come to the person caught staring at my head.

My anniversary is coming up on Thursday, 21 years. I need to get my hiney to the store and get a card, that is if my egg has shrunk. I have also promised to make my hubby a pecan praline cheesecake. I have discovered Paula Dean. So now I am having fun trying out all sorts of recipies.

Blueberry Pancakes and the White Shirt

Today we attended a fundraiser for school. It was a pancake breakfast, chocolate chip, blueberry or plain. Me, like an idiot, wore a white shirt so needless to say I had a "few" stains by the time we were done. I am not a morning person...so that is my excuse for the lack of thought put into my wardrobe. We went to the pet store and played with the baby ferrets, of course we really wanted to bring one home but we were restrained and didn't do it. Yesterday we went to a different pet store and played with the puppies. One was the cutest chihuahua that we named Skippy Jane Jones. We have the book Skippy John Jones about a cat that thinks he is a chihuahua. It's a great book.

I finally did it. I have been threatening my family with starting a blog to expose all their little secrets, and now here it is. I guess I should give a little background, I am 40 (and I am actually liking it) my birthday was just 2 weeks ago. I feel like I am finally grown up. I just recently had a hysterectomy due to endometriosis and feel soooooo much better now. NO more pain and misery. I married my highschool sweetheart when I was 19 and we have been married for 21 years this month on the 27th. He is the most amazing guy and I am just as in love with him today as the day I married him. More actually. He probably doesn't know it but I adore him. We have a daughter thru the miracle of fertility treatments. She is 10 but it seems some days like she is 40 and I am 10. She rocks and I am a very lucky mom. More about her later.. We adopted a boy from Guatemala and brought him home August 24, 2006. He is a blast...but he sure keeps me on my toes. I am fortunate that I am able to stay home and be here for my kids. Some days, it is harder than I ever imagined, but I love it and could not picture my life any other way. It was always my dream to be a mommy and I am actually living my dreams. I was raised on a farm so my poor husband puts up with all of my craziness. We have 3 dogs, a mutt, a lab and a psyco Lhasa Apso, 2 cats, a ferret named Lola who rules the house and has all of our hearts, a guinea pig (he was my b-day present this year) named Mr Whiskers, 2 fish tanks, 5 hermit crabs, and occasionally we do foster care for the humane society. It is a zoo here but I love it.

TGIF!!!!!

Well the little man is now down for his nap. Since I am still recovering from surgery, I am taking a break, watching shamelessly horrible tv, gotta love reality tv. Blind Date ....boy I am so glad I don't have to be out there in the dating pool....yikes. How do people do it?

Carlos has been saying a few more things. Today he said shoe...sounded more like "chew" but hey I will take it. Yesterday, he took his diaper off and threw it away after he had just wet it...then he came to me and pointed to tell me he needed a new one. We have a Diego potty but right now it is more fun to stand in than to use it. He really loves to play outside and insists on going in the pool (blow up) everyday. Most of the time he insists on being naked.

9-14-2007



Happy Birthday to my Mom.



Who would have thought that this face could change our lives so much. This is my little man, the first pictures we saw of him. He was so tiny and perfect. His name was Elvis, and instantly I knew he was ours son. It is amazing how much he has changed. I am so in love with this little boy and I can't believe how lucky I am to be his mommy.