Just a funny

Shea kept telling me her butt is too big. I kept telling her it is not. I told her she has a little butt! So then she started saying, "My little butt is too big!" I know exactly where she got this fixation on having a big butt. She got it from her big sister Bethany who comments regularly on my big butt.

Imagination

My Bethany has such an imagination. I love that about her. Her and Shea have a bunch of Fisher-Price Little People Toys. They are really into playing with the Noah's Ark animals lately.

I was folding laundry and Bethany came running up to me and tol me, "Mommy I have some bad news! Zebra needs to go to the Dr.!" So I asked her why. "Because his stripes are bleeding!" At this point, I can't resist asking how he got hurt. "I was throwing him at the ceiling and he bumped his ear on a lady bug and the ladybug went crunch and her spots fell off. Then zebra landed on her spots and slided across the floor and hit his butt on the wall and I stepped on him and my shoes scraped up his stripes." Oh, ok. Makes sense. I told her to go ahead and take him to the Dr. So she had Shea get out the doctor kit toy and they checked him out before wrapping him in a toilet paper bandage until he was one big ball of TP.

I'm still alive

Wow! It's only been about 6 months since my last blog entry! But now I have a new back round and pics, so I am ready to start posting on my redecorated beautiful blog. Got to give a shout out to Becki for giving my blog a make over! Call Becki for all of your blog makeover needs! She only has 4 young kids to raise, so she is really bored and has nothing better to do.

so where have I been the last 6 months? Dealing with a very personal crisis. I will spare the details, but I did bring it up, because I have learned that how you deal with things in life is very important. I leaned on a family friend who has been through the same thing, except she chose to keep the drama going and be totally miserable. For 20 years. She is still complaining and negative about every single thing in her life because she feels cheated by what happened, but is not interested in changing her circumstances or attitude.

I realized real quick that I do not want to be her when I grow up. So I went back to school, and started caring about myself a little more because that is the only thing I could do. I made the choice to respect myself. It feels good to be a little selfish and do for myself. I don't feel guilty at all. I feel like I am happier, therefore so are my kids.

Anyway, this blog will not typically be so serious. Anyone who knows me, knows that I can talk about my kids a LOT. I am surprised people don't run in the other direction when they see me coming, out of fear I will make them listen to the latest thing Bethany or Shea said. I may also complain about neighbors, talk about school and boring mundane daily tasks, and just type anything on my mind to avoid housework.

More to come...