Does it ever get any easier?

My Obsession.

These are delicious. Period. I don't think there is much more to say.

Beat it.

Picture this. Zach rocking out on the WII playing the guitar to Michael Jackson's Beat it. Sam on vocals. The song goes, "showin how FUNKY and strong is your fight...it doesn't matter who's wrong or right, just Beat it."

Not in our house.

Sam is singing at the top of his lungs, "showin how FUCKIN wrong is your right."

I keep telling him he is wrong. He just doesn't believe me.

I believe I can fly.

So Chris, Sam and I were watching American Idol tonight and the young kid was singing "I believe I can fly" by R. Kelly.

Chris says "not good huh Sam. Not good"

Sam, who by the way is hysterical, says, "He's lying huh dad. He's lying. He can't fly. Only birds can fly. LIke eagles. Not people."

I wish I had his face recorded or something because the kid is just funny. Then like 2 minutes later, somehow he bit Chris's armpit. Not really sure how but he did.

My Crockpot.

BEHOLD!!

The handle on the lid to my Crockpot broke off last night. It brought a tear to my eye. Not really but almost. My heart really did drop a little. Chris bought me the beloved Crock for Christmas 3 years ago and now I don't think I can live without. I went online and was going to order another lid but there wasn't one for sale on the Rival Crockpot web site. First thing this morning I called the 800 number and the nicest man named Keith answered my call. He at first told me that the model of Crockpot I have is obsolete so I was unable to order a replacement lid. Sad for me. Then my new friend Keith made my day. He was sending me a NEW one totally free of charge to me. An upgraded model. The Smart Crockpot. I am so excited. It should arrive in 7 to 10 days. I can't wait.

I need some excitement in my life.

Boogers and Cologne.

Every night I tuck the boys in bed and give kisses goodnight. Tonight was no different. As I leaned over to kiss Sam, on the wall right by the window that is next to Sam's bed was......a booger. A big fat nasty dried up booger. Disgusting. That child sometimes kills me. I give him a quick talking to about how we do not wipe boogers on the wall and the whole time the kid has this little stinky grin on his face. Then as I lean over to kiss him I almost choked because right after his shower, he doused himself with Chris's cologne. ALOT of cologne.

That kid is crazy.

Boxes.

What is it about boxes that kids love? At birthdays and Christmas time those are the items that get played with the most. My boys are 5 and 8 and they still love them. This sleeping bag box was the highlight of the week around here. I just don't get it. But then again, it's been a LONG time since I fit in a box.

My Baby.

My Baby no more. I know I am late in doing this but I took Sam's training wheels off today. One push and he was gone. He is so dang cute on his little bike. He was all over this afternoon. His face was so adorable as we stood and cheered him on. Chris and I were beaming. This was definitely my amazing moment today.

Parent Teacher Conference.

I told the kids that today I would meet them at the school because it's parent teacher conferences today. School lets out at 3:55pm. I spent 10 minutes looking for the kids. I was beginning to worry but finally Zach had to yell "AIMEE" for me to see him. I'm getting old. I guess I can't see like I think I can. I should have just looked for the kindergarten student that was walking up to me all funny because he peed his pants. That student would be Sam. Zach's conference is at 4:15 with Sam's immediately following at 4:30. At 4:12 Sam asks me "if anyone has any wipes?" He informs me he pooped his pants as well. Are you serious? Zach takes him the to bathroom to clean up because I now have to meet with Zach's teacher. The boys come in classroom few minutes later and Zach says everything taken care of. As we leave the room 10 minutes later I notice that there are footprints in the carpet that look a little like poop. The poor janitors have already pulled out the carpet cleaner to clean up the poopie footsteps that are all up and down the hall. Did I mention that this is a brand new school? It takes me about 3 seconds to figure out where it's all coming from. The poop that Sam "cleaned up" has fallen out of his pants and he has stepped on it and tracked it all over. Awesome. I have him take off his shoe and we just keep walking like it wasn't us. Sam's conference has started and we sit and listen and I keep smelling the lovely aroma of crap. Finally done and I notice that Sam has lost his coat. I'm pretty sure it's in the bathroom from when he "cleaned" himself. As I round the corner to the bathroom now the poor janitors have taken out a pressure washer. What the crap!?! Did he get poop everywhere? I just turned around and walked away. No coat. Oh well. He was bound to grow out of it someday. At home now and Sam is going to the shower and he is undressing. The kid did not wear underwear today. No wonder the poop came out his pant leg.

I'm tired.

Me.

In my constant and it seems never ending quest for Happiness, there are questions that I continually ask myself. Am I unhappy? Why do I feel unhappy? What will make me happy? What and where is my happy place? The list can go on and on. I know that I should not compare myself and my life to other peoples lives but that is a hard one for me. Its something that I have done for years and in my realization that the grass is definitely NOT greener over on the other side, it has let me know one thing. My life is actually pretty dang good. I have amazing children who will always snuggle me, a delicious man I come home to and a cozy bed to get into at night. When I take it down to the basics, I am one lucky girl. I know that tomorrow I might doubt things or have a moment or even 20 moments of craziness but for right here, right now...

It's a great day!!!!!!!!!!!

Today.

So I get home from work today and no one was home. Chris was picking boys up from school and wasn't back yet. I knew I had to return some books to the library right behind my house so perfect opportunity. A quick run by myself. I pull out of my neighborhood and guess who was pulled over on the side of the road (the road that butts up to my backyard)?

Chris.

I pulled over on the opposite side of road and roll my window down, "Are you getting a ticket?"


C: Maybe.

A: For what?

C: Kids not buckled.

I pull away slightly irritated wondering if a seat belt ticket goes against auto insurance or just a money ticket.

I drop my books off and go home. When I walk in the house I can hear Zach crying and I ask him what's wrong. He is totally traumatized that dad got pulled over and tells me that it's all his fault. I console him for a minute but can't seem to get much info off of him due to all the tears so I go ask Chris what happened. He did not get a ticket but did get a warning. It wasn't even Zach who wasn't buckled. It was the turkey Samson.

Who couldn't give a crap.

He is not even the slightest bit worried that his beloved daddy could have gotten in trouble. Meanwhile Zach has been crying for almost an hour and is having a difficult time getting over it.

My tender lovebug. He is such a sweet boy.

What was I thinking?

I am a procrastinator. Bad.

I saw the cutest thing on MarthaStewart.com and thought I could do that. Make our own totally cute Valentines to give to the classmates instead of buying the cheesy Spiderman or Transformer ones. I have had all of the stuff needed for at least a week. But I waited. Until Monday night at 5:30pm. I waited so long that the boys were no longer a part of this because I didn't have the luxory of time to involve them. So I sit for 4 freaking long hours and make these really cute sucker flowers. 57 of them.

I'm not so sure I think they are so cute anymore.

Next year we are back to buying the cheesy ones.

Words to live by.

The single greatest thing you can do to change your life today would be to start being grateful for what you have now, and the more grateful you are right now, the more you will get.

~Oprah~

What makes a bad night good?

When life comes at you full speed and seems so overwhelming, what do you do?

You make Rootbeer floats for the kids and sit back and enjoy the scene.

I am trying my hardest to see all the good that's out there when all I want to do is stay in bed and cry. Thanks to my sweet friend Amber for hangin with us tonight and playing Phase 10 (even though she sucked), eatting my leftovers and just being there.

Tomorrow. Another day.

My grateful for Wednesday.

Found this hysterical.

Tuesdays grateful.

I took the boys to Las Vegas this past weekend for a quick 2 day trip and because Chris couldn't go, I had to do all the driving. On the drive home, the boys were asleep and I was wishing I was too. I definitely needed a pick me up. As I was looking for something to listen to, I came across this. A couple of years ago I went to the mail box and this was in it. Farah had made me a CD. It has 18 songs on it that whenever she heard them, she thought of me. I put the CD in and enjoyed the whole thing. I found myself smiling throughout every song. It was during one of the songs that I had an "A-ha" moment. I have such a hard time recognizing amazing moments and this was one of them. So after I finished listening to the whole thing, I took a picture of the CD so I could share my grateful. Farah made me this out the love for me. For no other reason she did a random act of kindness for her older sister. One that in the past I have enjoyed, (how could you not love some good music) but did not truly appreciate. In the last few days, I have been very aware of the fact that I struggle with realizing all of the amazing moments that I have.
This was definitely one of them.

I love you Fuzz.