Four years ago today...

I created perfection. Just me all by myself. That was the day my little Maddi angel was born. Easy pregnancy, easy delivery and easy baby. She gave new meaning to ending on a good note. This little girl is as sweet as they come. Precocious? Yes. Stubborn as heck? Yes. Spoiled beyond belief? Possibly. But as sweet and cute as they come.

She really is my angel. She gives me cuddles and love whenever I need them. She always makes me laugh with her silliness. And the sound of that sweet little voice saying, "I love you, Mama", always makes me smile. If I leave for a weekend she always asks, "Are you gonna miss your Monkey Butt?" I love it. And I love that she loves me.

We have a special bond, her and I, maybe it's because she's my clone. She looks like me. Thinks like me. Manipulates to get her way like me. They always say that your parents pleasure is when their children have a child just like them to see what they had to go through. Well, my parents were DAMN lucky, cause if I was like Mads then I pretty much rocked. She's my sweetie. My special, as she calls herself.

I love you Mads. You give me strength to keep up the fight.






















































Even if your favorite song is retarded.





Love, Momma

Happy birthday, Lady Killer...

I have cool children. They dig good food, have great senses of humor and they have exquisite taste in music (for the most part).Today, my Little Man turns 9. He is exceptionally cool. When asked what he wanted for his birthday his swift reply was this: "An iPod Touch or a soccer ball or socks. Whatever you wanna get me, just... well nevermind." And he grinned like there was something he didn't want to tell me... "Just say it, whatever it is, I promise it's ok." He flashed his dimple at me and told me that he didn't really like it when I bought him clothes, because "you know...they just aren't like, kind of what I want?........" When my response of laughter came his warm blue eyes flashed with relief. Then he hugged me really tight and told me I was the best. The truth is, I am fairly awesome, but only because I have kiddos like him.

He got an iTunes card for Christmas and you know what cd he chose to download? "Singles" by Travis. He insists that his first concert will be with me, the next time The Killers are in town ( I would imagine he'd be happy if I footed the bill as well). He loves it when I sing him to sleep. He has two songs that he picks from- "Tidal Wave" and the Abbey Road version of "Sam's Town"- I don't know why those are his favorites, but they are. He loves snazzy sneakers, clothes, and annoying his older sisters while doting on "his baby". He's complex, beautiful and super smart.

My life almost ended the night his began, but he is worth it. He truly is a lady killer with the heart of an angel.

Here's one of his favorite songs...

Just cause I want to...

Very rarely do I find a song that I love the first time I hear it. I was driving the other night and this song came on and I actually pulled over so that I could just listen to it. I love it. So, of course, I felt the need to share.



Enjoy.

Inspirational Quote of the Day...

I never married because there was no need. I have three pets at home which answer the same purpose as a husband. I have a dog which growls every morning, a parrot which swears all afternoon and a cat that comes home late at night. ~ Marie Corelli

Don't even act like that isn't inspiring.



Now where the hell do I get a swearing parrot?

Estheticians Wanted...Please inquire within.

Now, for those of you who know me it will come as no surprise to you when I say that I like popping things. Bubble wrap, bubbles people blow, especially when it gets all over their faces, and above all, zits. White ones, black ones, deep ones, surface ones. I'm an equal opportunity zit popper. And if I have to get the tweezers and bobbie pins out to help me, well, I'm practically in heaven. Now, this is actually really weird for me being as I have such a weak stomach. Blood, urine, poop, BO, bad hair, instant oatmeal. They all make me gag. And nothing makes me vomit more than vomit itself. But there is just something about oil and pus that makes me all giddy.

Until I saw this...



It has ruined me forever. I sat and gagged through this entire thing. Dear Lord and Baby Jesus lying in a manger. Make it stop. Who in the hell lets something like that grow on their back without seeking medical attention. Hell. No!!! You sick dirty bastard. Buy a friggin' loofah for hells sake.

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAA VOMIT!!!!!!

Tears don't mean you're losing

seeing is deceiving

dreaming is believing







It's ok not to be ok...

Let's party like it's 1776, baby!

It is our prayer that everyone is safe and happy this fourth of July. Let's celebrate our Independance with style and grace.

Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!


My favorite verse of The Star Spangled Banner and (most of) my favorite boys. The other two happen to be with me today...




P.S. England,you still totally rock.