Halloween and Me...

I dressed up... I passed out candy and I had a blast! This is my costume... I was a Shadow Priestess from World of Warcraft. I know Lame... but I dug it, and it took me like 5 minutes.


You can see The Man taking the picture in the mirror behind me. I wuv him... also Dylan had a Skelly shirt!

Hehe... Boobees

What did you think you were going to see?

Ode to My Coffee Maker and Coffee and My Son and Kitties...

Oh Coffee Maker, how I love thee. At night before my rest, I fill thy well with water. I replace thy filter, and fill it with the grounds of goodness ( i.e. Hazlenut Creme Folgers Gourmet). In the morning, whilst I stumble around, I turn on thy button, and life stirs.

After mine shower, I run to you and pour thy coffee goodness into mine cup. I add the Splenda, the skim milk and the dash of Nestle Quik chocolate mix. I stir with all of mine heart and I take a sip.

The Gods sing and the angels dance. It is like purest heaven flowing down my throat.

OK ENOUGH OF THAT. But seriously, without the coffee, I would be a zombie drone in the morning, and my poor son would never be let out of his crib.

Speaking of Dylan, he is such a charmer in the morning! Ever the morning person (damn him), I open his door and I say, " Goodmorning Dylan!" If he is not standing already, he pops up and shrieks in happiness. I walk over to his crib and hold my arms out for a hug. He grins widely and runs into my arms for a chest breaking hug. I lift him out and change his diaper, I usually have a bottle of warm milk ready for him, it's his favorite.

He giggles and shrieks and makes all kinds of happy noises. Man I love him so much.

Oh and Kitties! Poor Cheyanne and Misty are just never going to get along. But dammit if I don't love them both. Misty slept on my chest last night while I was on the couch. ( Don't ask... *sigh*) She is such the sweet baby. I am so glad God placed her in our lives. Even The Man is favoring her.

OK laters folks, I got a pot of coffee to finish in a hour.

Baby Blues...

I think I am going crazy. All I have been thinking about lately, is having another baby. I want to be pregnant, I want to have that little life inside of me. I want Dylan to have a little brother or sister. This is insane thinking.

My last pregnancy was miserable, the first 5 months were swell! No morning sickness, nothing. I felt awesome. Then the ball dropped. I got gestational diabetes, pre-eclampsia and Dylan tried to come out at only 6 months cook time. I was in the hospital off an on for 4 months. Total hospital time? 3 weeks. That is three weeks, laying on a hospital bed, and being miserable. I was put on bed rest and I couldn't stand up for more than 5 minutes at a time, otherwise my blood pressure could spike and it would have killed both Dylan and I. Not to mention the 70 pounds that I gained while pregnant. Scary scary.

But why the hell do I want another one, when there is over a 50% chance that would happen all again? Not to mention the Autism that Dylan has. There is a good chance the baby would be autistic too.

But dammit, I want another one. I want to see another child from The Man and I. I don't know why. I think my biological alarm clock is going off big time, like playing some loud music right in my ear, telling me my hormones are ready for another bundle of joy.

ACK! I have no idea what to do. Seriously. The Man does not want me to go through that shit again, he loves me so much. He does not want to lose me. I kind of brought it up to him and he looked at me like I was on crack.

Maybe the Splenda I am using is giving me hallucinations. Hell if I know. I can't talk to my Mom about it, because then she would pressure us into it. And his Mom... wait maybe I can talk to her. We'll see.

Superstar!

Last weekend, the Stay At Home Mommies group I am a member of did a ladies night out. I had an absolute blast! We did kareoke and I sang twice. Man I have missed performing. I did Shania Twain's From this Moment; and also Janis Joplins' Piece of my Heart. I even got a standing ovation on the last one! It was so much fun. I am glad to have a group to hang out with again, the ladies are so nice and it is great to have a group of ladies who know what it is to be a stay at home mommy.

Here is the group shot, I am on the upper left. Until next time! Enjoy life and do things that scare the shit out of you, it only makes you stronger!

So I suck at updating...

Hey there, how are yah everyone? I am doing ok. The whole uterus thing is worked out and is in tip top uterine shape. The only issue now, is that I have one hell of a bladder infection. What the hell?! Come on body, get to work here.

Other than that, things are going great. The Man loves his job, Dylan loves his teachers and I am feeling ok. I have never been a sickly person, but ever since I had my son, I get the weirdest problems. Anywho...

I really have nothing to write about, I have experienced Bloggers Block. I am currently reading a bunch. I am a word-a-holic. I love to read, and I can go through books like anything. I have recently read Black Rose by Nora Roberts. Origin in Death by J.D. Robb, and Brisignr by Chris Paolini. I get in these cycles where I can't get enough books. I mean I am even reading the back of shampoo bottles in the shower. It is insane.

So anyone have any good books I should look into? Let me know! Love yah all!

Flight of the Butterfly...

It is fall, my second most favorite season. Spring is the first, when the world comes to life, but Fall has that special place in my heart as being almost as beautiful. The monarch butterfly is one of the main reasons I love fall so much. Living here in Texas, I get a front row seat to the annual Monarch butterfly migration. They come through this area on their way to Mexico. I can sit outside and view these beautiful guys fluttering over my yard. I can count them by the hundreds if I sat there long enough. The fly hundreds of miles to get to their mating grounds. It is amazing that these little bugs, can travel as far as they do, following the sun.

The reason I am blogging about them, is because in my life, my growth has resembled a butterflies. I was born, a little egg, on the leaf of the world. Forming into a caterpillar.


My whole childhood was of growing and eating, gathering as much knowledge as I could. I ate knowledge like a caterpillar eats leaves. I grew and grew until my body was taunt and rolly-polly.

There comes to my teenage years. I formed my chrysallis. My cocoon. I became a recluse, rolled into my hard shell, unable to cope with the world. Life almost seemed to pass me by, but I was growing and changing, turning myself into something beautiful.

Then the shell cracked. I met my husband, had my son and we moved to Texas. The shell was broken and I emerged. An adult, I never though I would acutally think of myself as an adult, but now I do. I am a mother, a friend and a wife. I am very happy, to tell you the truth. I have a goal in life, I have a purpose. No longer am I in my shell of self-doubt and loathing. I love myself and everything about me. I love The Man and my beautiful son. He is the caterpillar now, eating and soaking up the knowledge he will need in life. And I will be his leaf. One day, I will see him become a beautiful butterfly.

My flight has left me changed, a wonderous person. My life is a good one. This butterfly has found home.