I Made a New Header...

and it makes me S M I L E !


PS- I just wanted to thank all my friends and fellow bloggies for the extremely nice comments you made here and on Marta's Blog. You made my heart happy!! And if I had all of your mailing addresses and T-shirt sizes I would send you a shirt that says this...

or maybe I could send you this crossed stitched with love,

And perhaps I could where this,

I don't know how I have been so fortunate to surround myself with such wonderful people, but I'm sure glad I did. Much love to my people!

Ginnie

On The Spot...

It's kind of like being spotlighted back in the day of elementary school, but better... lots better.

The lovely Marta from M. Writes did a fun little Q & A with me over on her blog.

I'm not gonna lie to you since we have an open and honest relationship (maybe a little too open and and a little too honest), but it was hard. I had to tame the sarcasm a bit. You would be proud of me. And, I only mentioned the word "POOP" once. Actually, I don't think I even said it, I more eluded to the fact that I was talking about poop. Ya, it's this new thing Kaleb is into. Apparently, he thinks it's fun to tease his sister by wiping his bum with her blankie. Cottonelle is just not cutting it for him any more. What's even worse is that Nate was unaware of the skid-marked blankie and gave it to Macie to sleep with. There's nothing like a little cuddle with a fecal contaminated blanket.

Well, Marta said a lot of amazingly nice things about me... the perfect version me. And, unfortunately, due to this blog we all know I'm not perfect. However, she did happen to mention my "killer dance moves" and that she got right on ...(hands in air)... "Raise the roof, woot, woot!".

If you haven't had the pleasure of reading her blog, I suggest you hop on over there to check it out after I've de-inspired you. She has one of those inspirational blogs. A blog that inspires the mind, heart, soul... and the inner Martha Stewart. After I read her posts I, all off sudden, feel a great urge to make truffles, kiss my kids and look at them adoringly, and channel my inner domestic diva that's been screaming to come out. Yes, Marta is a beautiful person inside and out. And I say these things...

Amen

Tag... again.

I never knew it could be so fun to tag yourself! It's time for the 4/4 tag.

Open the 4th picture,

in your 4th folder.

I just love wild & crazy tags like this!

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Errrrrrr, wrong folder.

One more try.

The 4th picture,

in the 4th folder.

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Ahhh, much betta!

(my goal is to kill you with cuteness)

This is too much fun to stop.

15th picture,

in the 4th folder.

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28th picture,

in the 4th folder.

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6th picture,

in the 24th folder.

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(Quick side note: Frosting tastes better in the nude. At least that's what Macie thinks. She might be on to something.)

1st picture,

in the 354th folder.

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(Doesn't he make a cute centerpiece?)

This picture has me reminiscing of his old narcolepsy days... (sigh)...

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Ummm, ya.... wrong folder again.

Note to Self: Read the Fine Print

Playing house was so much easier when it was pretend.
But I signed up for this, right?
After all, I do know the saying first comes love, then comes marriage...
but somewhere in the fine print it said,
next comes loads of laundry,
cleaning pee-soaked mattresses,
playing guard over the fridge,
refereeing wrestling matches that put WWF to shame,
trying to maintain the crazy,
and control the chaos.

That's a lot of fine print. They always get you with the fine print.

Somewhere, in between the sticky hands and the endless amounts of dishes there's a silver lining, but right now I'm just too tired to find it.

Regardless, I still love being a Mom. It's true. I mean, where else can you find constant entertainment 24/7 and not have to pay a penny for it? If your day is ever lacking in excitement just come make a visit and I promise to liven it up.

Guaranteed or your money back.

*Actually, I can't guarantee your money back. We run a strict no exchange, no return policy.

Hope you read the fine print.

My Day Today

After a 10 minute battle of not letting Kaleb have any Doritos, he tries to threaten me,

Kaleb: I'm good at sneaking things, Mom.
Me: Really? Well, I'm good at spanking bums.
- Pause -
Kaleb: Ha, good one mom!

He thought I was kidding, thing is, I wasn't.

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Today was a pretty uneventful day.
I took the car into the shop to get the CD player fixed.
Good news is, they are fixing it for free.
Bad new is, I some how walked out with a $450 bill of other things that needed to be fixed.
I guess you can't put a price on safety, at least that's what the salesman said.
In my head I thought, actually you can put a price on safety and I think it would be less than $450. Unfortunately I never said that. My internal filter stopped me before I could.
Yep, there is a filter from my brain to my mouth, sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't.

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Since we had no where to go and nothing to do, I thought up a little activity for the kids. It's called let's take pictures and pretend like you love each other.

There is nothing that makes me happier than seeing my kids laughing and playing together... even if it is forced.

What the "Scrap"!

I found this on my friend's blog. I loved it, so I stole it, and I tagged myself.



"Scrap means left over, fragments, discarded material. Many times truth and honesty are discarded material, considered fragments and left over. People like us need to tell it like it is, and let the scraps fall where they will."

1. Sometimes I make fun of people in my head when I go to the gym. Terrible. I know. But it’s the only thing that helps pass the time. I don’t make fun of everyone, just the people that need to be made fun of like the guy at the gym with the bright blue spandex and the awesome mustache, and the girl who shoved a disc-man the size of a brick down her sports bra, oh, and the guy that walks around in cowboy boots and cut-off jeans. So unless you fall into those three categories you’re on safe ground.
2. I have a thing for goatees. More specifically, goatees on Nate. I like them because they give Nate a little edgy look (as edgy as Nate could possibly get). Nate won’t grow them because he says, “Ginnie. I’m NOT edgy! Plus, they don’t look professional.” Well, my dear that is debatable. I guess that would depend on what profession we were talking about...
3. When I was little my dream was to be on American Gladiators or Soul Train. Some dreams never die.
4. I have a hard time with commitment. Nate is lucky he got me to say a full “YES!” when he asked me to marry him, instead of a, “Ummmm, I don’t know. Can I get back to you on that?”. I’m not sure why I am like that. I still have some deep rooted issues I’m trying to sort out. That is assuming that there is a issue with having a lack of commitment. In my opinion it’s not that I have a lack of commitment, it’s more that I like to keep my options open.
5. I try to avoid having pictures taken of me on my left side. That side would be considered my man-ugly side. I prefer my right side which is my not so man-ugly side. It’s true. Even Nate, when he asked me to marry him, had to stop in the middle of his proposal and say, “Ummm, Ginnie? Can you just turn your face to the side a little bit more?…Your man-ugly side is starting to show”. I’ll show you sometime.
6. When I was younger, like middle school age, I use to play a game with all my friends at church. We called it the honey moon game. The game was quite simple. There was just one rule and that was to turn every conversation you heard into something dirty, like something someone might say if they were on their honey moon (hence the clever name). And guess what. If the right people were around I would still play this game. You say grow up and I say, I wish I could.
7. I’ve been accused of having a dirty mind. Pu-lease! It’s not that I have a dirty mind, it’s just that my mind needs constant entertainment and I can’t help it if making light of all that’s sacred happens to be my source.
8. The first time I swore I was in the 4th grade playing a heated game of tether ball. My BFF, Michele, was winning, I was losing. I jumped up to slam the ball Micheal Jordan style, if Micheal Jordan played tether ball, instead of hitting the ball with my fist, I hit it with my wrist breaking a blood vessel in the process. In retaliation I yelled out, “DAMN IT, MICHELE!” it was the most liberating feeling ever.
9. And while we’re on the subject, I rarely swear. It’s just not me. I find it unnatural to try to even work it into a sentence. The only times I usually swear is to make Nate mad or to end conversations with him. It works like a charm. The conversation usually goes like this; *Nate comes home to a bowl full of Mac N’ Cheese (and a hot dog thrown in for added protein) He says, “Ginnie, I really wish you would make dinner every now and then”. Since this is a topic I don’t want to discuss, all I would have to say is, “Damn it!” then he would turn around and walk away. He refuses to continue a conversation with me if I start to swear. This has worked out to my advantage. (I love you honey!)

10. I laugh when I am in uncomfortable situations.

11. Uuuuuh, ha... ha, ha. Ha, ha, heeee, heee, ha..... Ha..... HA!.

(that was awkward)

*This is not an actual conversation. I would never add hot dogs to Mac N' Cheese.

This is the part where I shamelessly try to get you to comment...
So, what's your "scrap"? Inquiring minds need to know.
Or, at least my inquiring mind does. :)

New 'Do

Macie's new haircut can be attributed to three things,

1. Santa's not so thought out gift of a brand new pair of scissors for each child.
2. Kaleb's new desire to become a beautician instead of a super hero karate fighting guy.
3. An extreme temptation to see what would happen if someone were to cut off one of two pig tails.

I have to say I wasn't so surprised the day Macie and Kaleb walked into the room and Macie excitedly announced, "Mom, look at my hair cut. It's pretty Mom. Kaleb did it!". This is just history reoccurring. Afterall, it can't be any worse than the time that I cut Macie's hair and botched it so bad I had to blame it on Abrie. I was actually grateful that Kaleb had motivated me to finally chop off Macie's awesome chullet (child + mullet= chullet). It was starting to get ridiculously long, Billy Ray Cyrus had nothing on her. So I grabbed the scissors, said a quick prayer that I could cut a straight line, and cut it myself. I'm pleased to announce that it went quite well. (I guess I've had enough practice messing up)

And just for kicks, here are some more shots of Macie...

This is Macie's uncooperative face. (She gets it from Kaleb.)

This is her princess face. I'm not sure what kind of princess... a shy one perhaps.

This is her Dora face...

and this is her Mom-bribed-me-with-candy-so-I-better-smile face.

My New Years Resolution Revolution

Dear public diary,
It's January, which means journals across the country will be filled with pages that look like this,

New Years Resolutions 2009:

• write in my journal every night
• go to the gym 5 times a day
• eat less (not anorexia less, just less in general)
• eat healthy
• become Super Mom
• make dinner every night Hire a personal chef
• channel my inner scrap booking diva
• remember birthday's (other than my own)
• find a permanent cure for runny noses (shoving a wad of toilet paper up your nostrils doesn't count)
• assist in finding world peace and ending world hunger

Now if I believed in New Years Resolutions (and actually wrote in my journal) my list might look a little something like that. Don't get me wrong. I am pro-new years resolutions... they just don't work out so well for me. I finally stopped making New Years Resolutions when I realized that year after year I had the exact same resolutions that never got accomplished. The thought of trying to be good at multiple somethings for a whole year is just too overwhelming. I think I quit before I even started.

I like having goals. Goals are good. But I need daily goals that are realistic for me to accomplish, like, shave my legs today, stop Macie from eating more dental floss (that's right, you heard me. Dental floss) or make a dinner that doesn't consist of our 5 major food groups of chicken nuggets, PB&J sandwiches, frozen pizza, grilled cheese sandwiches, or Mac N' Cheese. I guess we could just call them my New Days Resolutions. Now that is something I can manage. And maybe, if I'm feeling crazy, I might even make a New Week Resolution, but lets not get too carried away.

So, do tell, are you pro or anti New Years Resolutions?

New Years Festivities

We brought in the New Year with some of our best buds, Ben & Jenny. It was pretty low key, but still fun none the less. We went out to eat to Red Robin and then headed back to their house to hang out. You know you're getting old when you ask if it's 12:00 am yet and it's really only 9:30 pm. So to liven things up a bit we did some Red Bull shots. Woooooooo! Crazy, I know. But that's about as crazy as we get around here. The best part of the shots were watching Ben & Jenny dry heaving after every sip. It might give you wings, but boy, that stuff is nasty! Then to top it all off we played our New Years Partay Mix in the background.

*Check it,

Shoop- Salt-N-Pepa
OPP- Naughty By Nature
Ice Ice Baby- Vanilla Ice
Pray- MC Hammer
Baby Got Back- Sir Mix Alot
Nookie- Limp Bizkit
I'm Too Sexy- Right Said Fred
Tootsee Roll- 69 Boyz
Jump Around- House of Pain
Black or White- Micheal Jackson
What is love- Haddaway
Whoomp There it is- Tag Team

Notice Shoop's at the top the of the list where it belongs, "Your a shot gun, bang! What's up with that thang..." Come on. You know you want to finish the rest.

*If you feel the uncontrollable desire to take a listen- and I know you do- just click on the Partay Mix on the side.

The Warm Fuzzies

Need a new spooning partner? I think you might. Well, make sure you add this Microplush blanket to the top of your spooning tryout list.

This picture doesn't look too enticing, but trust me, it is. Just imagine yourself all curled up in a blanket of heaven with your poor husband being neglected on the side.
(I think Nate might be having some regrets about buying me this blanket for Christmas.)

The Cards

Through the whole month of December the happiest spot in the house could be found on our pantry door. I have loved opening the Christmas cards. It was like opening a little surprise everyday. Well, now I've reached the point where I have officially de-Christmased my house, but one thing remains; my cute little collage of family and friend's that hang on my door. I don't have the heart to take it down, not just yet. Who knows, maybe by July I'll be ready to take it down, but... maybe not.

Christmas '08

Despite peeing on the floor and coloring on the carpet, my kids managed to make the nice list this year. Yes, Santa decided to show up at our house this year and boy, did he deliver. Remnants of his visit still litter the floor. The only issue is that we don't have a place to store any of these new toys... I'm thinking the garbage isn't too bad of an idea. I'm kidding... Well, kind of.

Merry Christmas to all of my people out there, wherever you may be!

And for all my Philly school friends out there, I'm keeping it real by wearing my Temple Dental sweatshirt just for you. :)