Happy Holidays.

Hello all, it seems I am only tuning in pre-holiday lately. My new position at work is keeping me busy, and when I have the extra time I have been spending it with HD and the Bebe's. I am so excited for Christmas this year. I really just dig watching the wee turtles open gifts. I had to cut myself off as far as shopping for the kids goes. They really do have quite enough, not to mention a full bag for goodwill. Well I just wanted to get a post up before the holiday. plgc.

Turkey day & lost pets.

Well I made a kick ass Posole with homemade soppapillas, and HD made a killer pumpkin marble cheesecake. It was nice to spend the day eating and with family. This has been a rough week. We had to euthanize one of our cats (goodbye Haley, we miss you!) on Wednesday. We thought she had an abscessed tooth, but when she went in , it turned out she also had advanced heart disease and lymphoma cancer. SUCKSVILLE! I know I made the right choice, but it still was not an easy choice to make. Anyway, I hope y'all had a happy day, plgc.

It's my Friday...

Well folks, it's my Friday, and guess what. Well I am sure you can see, It Is FRIDAY! I can't really recall the last time I actually had a weekend off. I am pretty stoked. It is still so weird to be working so little and making more, though I know that will change when I get my first round of students. I am still a little befuddled as to how I actually got my promotion, but I'm not complaining.
BG is very happy with her extra mommy time. BB is gaining a word a day and not all of them good. You know my tendencies to drop the f-bomb. As far as the grand-parents are concerned the kid just loves ducks, "quack"! How is it going in your world? Any exciting Holiday plans? PLGC

over the flu.

We have survived a bout of the death flu here in the "Hot" household. 4 days straight with at least one of us emitting some sort of vile substance at all times. The kids of course recovered first, and BG was a queen when mommy was too sick to see straight. I have been thinking about starting those sit ups, but who needs that now? Seriously I have a freaking six pack from all of the heaving. Over-share? Sorry.
I had to call out from the ol' 9-5 and when I got in the next day, duh-duh-duhm... I was called into the "big" boss' office. My first thought, SHIT, fired for puking, ah well. Turns out I was actually given a promotion. We have a new account coming on, and for the duration I get a fancy title and a lil more dough. It is nothing outrageously fabulous, but a good turn for us at this point.
The hubs is working again too. It is bizarre trying to adjust to this 2 job household. I was so spoiled when we ran our own business. Even though I never aspired to SAHMness, I do miss it incredibly. I am appreciating my time with my kids a whole lot more though. Anyway that's the update for now, I am off to spend some "the kids are sleeping" time with my guy. plgc

F-bombs and the 'Burque

So Dallas is on the verge of a blow-out with North Carolina, my picks for the week are officially screwed! Oh, I haven't previously mentioned my insane football passion? I didn't drop any clues to my not-so-secret love of the Ravens and the Packers? Well now you know my dirty little secret. Both of my teams are WINNERS this Sunday! golly, any given sunday and all that.

Any-freaking-way (trying to curb the f-bomb habit) Last night my brilliant wanna be g-thug neighbors had a party. The music was booming, and I overlooked it. The gun shots and people jumping my fence, well 911 was dialed rather quickly. My Neighbor is thirty-fucking-one years old {fucking f-bomb}!! He has a 2 year old, he sells drugs, I am so done. I am way to old to be dealing with this type of shit. That is how it is in the Burque.

Y'all wonder why I want out of this "beautiful" desert? It is always this way. I have a 9 year old GIANT wolf-rot-shepherd cross (NM Mutt) because we were always getting broken in to. It didn't matter what part of the cityyou live in, even my mother has expereinced meth labs and drive by's. How is it in your burg? Is the US really going to HELL in a Handbasket? What do you think?

Material Girl?

Really can't we just leave Madonna alone. Hell I think I'd give her my kids, considering the life and privelidge they'd have. It really seems to me that the whole adoption controversy, is way to politically about Malawi for me. What do you think. Is it too easy for people of "power" (meaning money) to adopt? I really think if you can afford to then you should do it. Why pro-create when you could support someone who needs you? If I am ever in a place where it would be monetarily concievable... I would do it too, just not in Malawi. I think maybe for just this once we should cut Madonna a break. I mean if you want to criticize the woman, there is way more to focus on than a kid who is gonna have a kick ass life.

Who Fucking Cares?

So I am not sure really what I am in the mood to blog right now. I am having my fourth beer and a good dose of anxiety. I haven't quite reached the point in my blogging that I can put it all out there, but it is there. I would love to just be this self righteous perfect mommy, But... There really is just so much shit going on right now. I am not quite sure what I need to do to get my fucking head straight. This is a nice outlet because, I can be a bit obtuse and vent. You are probably reading this and saying What The FUCK? Is she saying anything? Is she saying nothing? i am listening to some Masta Ace, which is floating my mood, and I am writing shit. Maybe I should start a bitch blog, one where I don't mention the loves of my life, and just talk about the SHIT! The shit that you feel like you want to keep to yourself, but blog to the world. to quote Masta Ace, these are the type of bitches I hate. I know that I am making no sense to your mommy blog world. I am having an off the wall evening. I really do love y'all, and I promise to blog more cuddly snuggly mommy shit soon. Hell it might even be coherant. Maybe not. who fucking cares.

when i'm done with thinking..

Howdy Y'all. Well here I am and there you are, and we're still here. Life is a fickle bitch, but I'm a bigger bitch so I guess that's ok. BB is sitting in his highchair eating a glo-ball (the halloween version of a snoball) My husband is a SUCKER! Me TOO! Bg is mad because she hasn't finished her dinner yet, thus she is behind on the dessert front. Mundane yet beautiful eh? Work is moving and grooving, I have my own space. What more can ya ask for? I just wanted to drop something in for those of you that tune in. Delurk, drop me a comment, pathetic I know. I really could use the boost. plgc

Quick Update...

Hi y'all, long time no blog. I am typing this quickly, because I don't know how long I will actually be on-line. Apparently the phone cables here are underground and are not suitable for DSL. In the middle of Fucking Albuquerque NM and I can't get on-line. Livid is a mild word to how my dealings with qwest have left me feeling.
Anyway...We are waiting on a job offer for HD. He's had 2 interview, and it's all a matter of coordination and money at this point. I am so anxious. Everything has been so topsy turvey for so long, that I am afraid to be too optimistic. My father in law, (Mr. Big Wig corporate Guy) says no news is good news, and the last interview was Friday afternoon. I am pretty sure they weren't working over the weekend. Keep your blog reading fingers crossed!
The kids are doing great. BB is trying to talk, and BG is finally slowing on the brat front. I am working still, though they did just offer me a promotion. I am feeling pretty proud of myself, even though I probably won't take it. It all depends on the offer they make HD. I am thinking of taking some time to stay home with the kiddos, and to focus on my writing and art. We'll See how that one goes.
Well Thank you for continuing to stop by, wherever we go next I am get internet through cable!
PLGC, Hot Mommy

Brat Alert

Okay Y'all, I have a serious brat alert on my hands. If you have any advice it really would be greatly appreciated. My daughter is absolutely out of control. If she is sad it is a screaming fit, if she is mad it is a screaming fit, if she is happy it is a screaming fucking fit, arghhhhh! So What Exactly Do I do??? If you have any advice I would greatly appreciate it. She does not respond to: time out, taking away of toys, spanking's, any loss of priveledge what-so-ever! HELP. I know I am soliciting an internet's worth of advice, but feel free to pass it on REALLY, before my son picks up some super bad habits .

Something soon...

Hey Y'all, sorry I promise to post more soon. I just switched accounts at work and my whole schedule has changed. The kids are driving me nuts, bb still teething (molars) bg defiant as ever, but mostly in public. Bg also recently fell in the bathtub, black eye to boot. Just close your eyes and imagine the looks I get in the grocery store. I almost feel like I did it to her, despite the fact that she was not listening, and acting rambunctious. Well, I am catching up on some Hot Daddy time, gotta go. PLGC -out

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Thanks to Dizzy Lizzy for the enlightening insite, and a blog topic for that matter. Go ahead try it for yourself. I have been spending my evening with a Tecate, and catching up on some email. How do you fit all the craziness that is your life into a paragraph or two? Oh yeah, tell them to read your blog. I didn't, I figure they could check out my art site and ramble their way into it, I am not going to invite them into my mommy-centric world on purpose. When I am sitting at home late at night like this I am so desperately jealous of their non-baby having lives. Damn them for continuing their education, or climbing the ladder. Okay so not really that is just the beer powered green monster talking.

So Bebe Girl seems to be passing this stage of defiance, FINALLY! We have resorted to taking away the ever so special "Snuggle Puppy" with whom she can't fall asleep without. Mean Mommy! It works, I am happy, she is behaving, need more be said. Were there just one to many commas in that sentence? Bebe boy on the other hand has started cutting eye teeth. The screaming the whining, I will never sleep again. Thank Scientists for Tylenol. Oh and Hylands for teething tablets! Try them, they will make you happy.

So how are all of you out in the blogland? Share your teething (horror) stories and remedies here! Thanks for tuning in bloglanders, I appreciate it. Peace, Love, & Green Chile -out

Cuteness & Hotness

Just thought I'd throw in some cuteness! These are some pics from Bebe Boys 1st. Oh, by the way Hot Daddy made the cake! Now you have some insight into the Hot part of his title here, as a full package, mmm, mmm, mmm.

Disclaimer: All photos are the under the express copywrite of NOVUS ARTS, any reproduction is strictly forbidden, 2006

Bullets Schmullets

Hey y'all, first of all I just wanted to say that I really appreciate you stopping by. Secondly, I am sorry if that last blog was a bit of a downer. I am going to take the easy way out and give a bulleted update here, forgive me. Well in no particular order:

• Someone actually had my bank account info as well, so I now have a new bank account. Gee my bank was so helpful, they even threw in a free cooler on wheels (perfect for the zoo). -sarcasm alert> my life is complete now.
  
• I have started a new short story, and am quite pleased with how it is coming along. It has 4 whole pages, dialogue and all. If I were still in college, wow 4 pages, you know. Since this is real life, it still needs a lot of work and 5 or 6 re-writes. Funny, in college I NEVER did re-writes.
• Bebe Girl is in a question all things sort of stage. Some of it is delightfully cute, then there is the "why do I have to listen, Why!?" and the comeback I didn't think I'd hear until she was at least 10, "whatever mom". Um, can someone please tell me where my 3 year old went? I know I am in a delusional world to think it will get better from here, but a girl can dream.
• Bebe Boy climbed over the baby gate, he crash landed. I had hoped that would dissuade further climbing attempts. Like I said above, delusional.
• I have started crocheting again, I don't suck as bad as I used to. I have been working on the same Green Bay Packer blanket for HD for the last 5 years. We'll see how far along I get before I put it aside again.
  

Well, thems the bullets folks. Lame Schmame you know the game. I will try to add some wit next time around. Thanks for stopping by. PLGC -out

Angry at the Bad Apples.

What is wrong with people? Ok, don't answer that, too vast I know. I am pissed off. I am sure your all just dying to know why. No? Well I am going to tell you anyway. We tried to access our email through aol on the 6th, and were informed that we had a terms of service violation. Basically someone had bounced a spam out of our box. Okay so this has happened before, reset passwords, yadayada.

Today While looking at my bank statement there are some fishy charges out of Montreal CA, WTF! I call the bank, and the agent says, "well HD charged them have you asked him?" "Well, uh yeah, he's standing right here you bitch!" okay so I was way nicer than that, but it is what I wanted to say, her tone was so snotty. I asked when the charges were incurred, lo and behold the same day as the email fiasco. I informed the snotty little bank bitch that We weren't even home that day to shop online, and that I had been with HD all day. Long story short, our AOL was spywared when I accessed it on my Mom's computer, and they got our bank info, and had some fun.

I called my mom to let her know, and she too was missing money, way more than we were. Her bank no questions asked called the business where her charges originated and refunded her on the spot. My "dispute" is pending. Monday morning some poor unfortunate banker is getting his ass chewed out. I'll probably be really nice truth be told, but I will get my money back, BELIEVE THAT!

I would be disappointed, except that would be naive. Some humans are just so shitty. You break your back to provide for your little family and someone else steals it. You report the theft and suddenly you're suspected. I truly understand the reasoning. I am sure some chick out there is disputing some online charge that hubby truly did initiate and is too afraid to admit. The thing is the charge wasn't porn, it was freaking textiles! I looked the company up online and couldn't even find them, so how the fuck am I gonna rack up charges? TEXTILES! I fucking Rent, and I ain't planning on improving this shit hole to live here for a couple more months. Bottom line someone is taking food out of the mouths of my babes, and I am not standing for it.

Okay I think my rant is finito. I had to get that off my chest otherwise it would sit and fester all weekend. I really don't want to berate some poor bank teller who is just doing her job. In other news BB is suddenly very frightened of the dog, who yelped when BB pulled his ear. He points and cries. Bg had only one tantrum today, YEA! We are working on using our words, we'll see. So does anyone have any bit of good human nature to share? Bring it on if you do I need to restore my belief in humanity, just a little.

My White Flag.

So I got a call back for a second interview, but they want to meet me in person. Now I have to think of little details, like when I might actually be in the WI area. SHIT! This means I actually have to start taking this moving and getting a better job thing seriously. I did manage to pack 1 box today. Okay so a box of stuffed animals isn't exactly helpful, but hey. I also managed to finagle BG out of 5 or so toys to donate. Note to self: "DO NOT sort toys when the kids are awake!" too much headache, er um heartache.

BG is a terror, but only part time just when you least expect it. She will throw these crazed crying fits, that make her turn an interesting shade of blue, and by the time she's finished I just want to give in. Really here's my Tom and Jerry white flag on a stick surrender. I don't, I am apparently a very mean mommy. I do have a "magical" machine at my place of work that dispenses candy, oh believe that I use that to my advantage. The problem is leverage, threats, time-out, nothing works. When Bg is on a rampage everyone in the neighborhood knows it. Then she smiles, says she's sorry and gives out hugs like an ATM dispenses cash. Oh the hugs, is the word SUCKER stamped on my forehead in permanent ink, no really is it?

BB is all over the place, walking like a pro, and talking that oh so cute gibberish that only a mama can understand. It is so amazing to me how in the midst of impending chaotic upheaval my kids can be so happy (most of the time). I guess I must be doing something right. I may not have the cure for tantrums, but like Dizzy Lizzy I''m willing to donate mine to the cause.

This post is all over the place, without a cohesive paragraph in sight, I apologize. It has been a long night back at work after 2 days off, and my brain hasn't caught up with my glass of wine yet. I hope y'all out in this blog-o-sphere are having a good night. Peace love and Green Chile!
-out

Chocolate change

So tomorrow I have a Phone Interview. Yup, I am thousands of miles away from the job I want. It is not even a job that I would normally apply to, but... As I have mentioned before I want to live somewhere cooler. We, the hubs and I have decided to make that happen. So hence the phone job interview. Wish me Luck!!

Bebe Boy is 1!! I think I mentioned that already, but it is still blowing my mind. We went to Chuckie Cheese, and now he is full on walking, EVERYWHERE!! I am once again convinced that if your kid is stalling out developmentally all you need to do is show them other kids. "Really that kid can walk?? ME TOO. "

So I am stoked that the hot-clan will be moving up Wisconsin way. I can't help but think, Change is a good thing. It is like chocolate, so very necessary.

walking and talking

Well Bebe boy is going to be 1 on Monday, and he's officially bi-pedal. He won't actually walk more than about ten feet, because crawling really is so much faster. Bebe Girl is into talking back right now. If you ask her not to talk back to mommy and daddy, her reply is "you don't talk back to me then." I can't wait until the teen years, no really I can't. I still don't really have anything fantabulously bloggy to write, but i know some of you read this....so an occasional update is due. plgc...-out

Cooler

Here it is late at night, and cool for the first time in days. It has been so FUCKING hot! I am moving somewhere cold, very soon, yes very soon. I know most love and adore the summer, but I live in the desert, enough said.
Bebe boy is still on a rampage of climbing. In 2 seconds flat today he disappeared from HD's view and was found perched atop the toilet seat, WTF??? Who is this toddler, and where did my lumpy, lazy little baby go? I remember thinking the same thing about bg, where does the time go. (jeez sorry for the cliche) It's late, I worked all night and I am out of anything original to say.
We're thinking of a big move soon, and I am excited. The truth of it is I am sick of "getting by" in a city I am not all that fond of. I could at least be well somewhere 'cooler', in the temperature and hip sense of the word. Gads I can't seem to blog worth a damn lately, so thanks for tuning in, if you do that is...

photo addendum to previous blog

the water-works & heart-attack in action!

same ole' same ole'

Hi Y'all. I am officially done with training and am now working. I quite like it. The time flies, and I get to be with the kids during the day. I also get to come home for an hour at dinner, so I see them before bed time too.

Bebe girl is beginning to grate a nerve with her tears on demand. Anytime she doesn't get her way, or thinks she might be in trouble, waterworks! It is hard to not give in when she seems so sad. There are times when I want to scream louder, be madder, throw her out the window. Don't get up in arms, I don't. These are just fleeting emotions due to my lack of control of the situation. Are all 3 year olds this way? Don't get me wrong, she can also be the absolute cutest fucking thing on the planet, I just can't seem to recall those times during her tantrums.

Bebe boy is almost walking, and climbing on everything. I seriously think he is trying to give me a premature heart attack! He is also picking up some quite bad habits from his sister. No, is a word to be laughed at and scream if you don't get your way. I wish life were really that simple.

All in all I can't seem to write an interesting blog lately to save my life, but I am working on it. Perhaps when I settle into this new routine it will get a bit better. Well I am off to drink a beer and veg out with HD.

"peace love and green chile y'all!"

get on the bus...

It seems as if there are a few in my blogosphere having some tough luck right now. What is going on in the world that decent intelligent people can't score fitting jobs? It pisses me off that people who bad-mouth, express ignorance, and are all around bi-atches seem to be moving right on ahead of those of us who actually deserve it. There are just some days when I wake up thinking I should just give up and stay in bed. Don't get me wrong most of the time I wake up and want to take on all the mother-fuckers that like to keep me in my place. Truly though, in the words of Carlos Mencia "I am NOT stopping the bus!"

Long time no blog...

Hey Y'all, I am just going to do the bulleted update thing.

*Potty Training is a SUCCESS! Big Girl Underwear ROCKS!
*I have a new job, and it is a 5 minute commute vs. 45, YEE motherfuckin' HA!!
*HD might have a new job on the line too.
*Bg had a low key #3

Wow, I guess y'all haven't missed very much. I like my new job much better than the last. The kids are both recovering from a stomach bug, nothing like projectile vomit to make a weekend off tons of fun. They got over it pretty quickly though. Well my Tamale pie is done, and as much as I've missed you guys....

lurker, you may now de-lurk, or not...

really if you are out there please de-lurk. if you are reading, i want to know. why? it really determines whether or not i write. do you even care, because if you don't...

running on empty/waxing bullshit.

i'm sitting in this sideways world, burning fumes. the warning light is on and i am heedless. note; i said heedless not ignorant. need and desperation can lead the outward looking in to judge me on morality, as if to say i have none. i am near to stalling out, but i am not un-caring. i wish that i were, that i could be. would that i could just walk away from everything and everyone taking with me hd, bg, and bb. we'd skip over to peru, and surely fall off the map. by then i think we'd refuel on the freedom of anonymity.

that was quite the load of waxing poetic BULLSHIT, don't you think? you probably come here for the fun, the kids, the craziness. yes i can guarantee crazy.

Bg passed out tonight right in the middle of her dinner, poor thing. she is having a bit of a time adjusting to mommy at work. Bb on the other hand is still bouncing around in his crib, and he wants out. I still haven't fixed a thing for the grown-ups to eat, and at this point I doubt it'll happen.

Bg has a strange rash. It started as these weird hot-spots on her palms and elbows, now she has little bumps, but only on her legs, and from elbow to hand. It is very weird, and comes and goes. It might be time for me to peruse some of RSM's comments regarding Boot's ecsema. She also has a horrid reaction to any sort of Tomato sauce, I don't know what that's about, but we've become a white sauce house hold. Bb is zooming all over the place, he has taken to crawling at lightening speed and refuses to be caged in. I predict he walks before his first birthday. Bg didn't walk until well after hers. He's already holding his own against his sister, he has to. She pushes, pulls, and takes away toys, He pulls her hair and pinches. I guess all is fair...Other than the normal sibrivalry things he seems to adore her, I am sure it will not last. Anyway this has turned into quite the strange post, but as I said crazy is a sure bet.

TERPS TAKE IT!!

okay so i spent a short time in the b-town, but WAY TO GO TERPS, of the female persuasion at least. any way onto peace, love, green chile, and cheese. those of you from the nm, and 'burque know exactly what i am talking about!! job sucks, i miss the kiddos, and i feel like i miss a buhzillion things every day. bg turned 3 wednesday, but potty training is still rough. i think an actual washer and dryer would make a world of difference. check out the cob dug less link on my side bar! [ i am feeling to lazy to html a link here] anyway plgcc. if you don't get it, move along!

just keep swimming...

"just keep swimming, just keep swimming"... really i need to say this over and over, otherwise i might kill some bitches. i am the perfect candidate for my job, i keep shit to myself, i show up on time, i do what the corporate pimps expect of me. y'all, i am seething inside. i know that they don't give a flip about me or mine. they want my body, my hours, my percentage of this versus that. i know they pay me, they'll even crap out an extra buck or two if i get things right, but..i am away from the kiddos ten hours a day after commute, & gas is rising astronomically yet again, & i've been a stay at home mom, or running my own business for the last 3 years. i want to tell them [the corp. pimps] to go screw themselves, but i am the good little drone, i don't.

wow! that was a bit pent up, and out of my system now, sorry 'bout that. "just keep swimming, just keep swimming"...

bebe girls 3rd birthday is next wednesday, she wants a wig {2 to be exact} wiggity what?! any of y'all who have had the pleasure of max and ruby's beauty shop episode/book will know where this comes from. i'd bend over backwards for

Rockstar Mommy's

cinderella party about now, alas. okay so maybe i am being mellow dramatic, just a tad. 3 years old, woah! bebe boy is on the "i have an older sister" rapid advancement track. he is learning how to scream and fit inappropriately, and bite/pinch/pull et all. i am missing it, dammit i really am!

"just keep swimming, just keep swimming"..

Cute to insane in 0.6...

How could you not just want to gobble that up? If only she were that cute all of the time. Since my foray back into the work force, and HD's SAHD venture she has turned into the devil. Okay so maybe it isn't that bad, but pretty close. She whines, she screams, she doesn't share. Hitting her brother over the head with something, or pushing him down, has become a daily occurance. Sharing, someone please tell me where this most basic skill has gone. I think she is punishing us, for my working. She does however think that I work solely to make money to buy her toys. This is a concept she has developed on her own. I am sure once I am on a set, and early schedule things will mellow out. Until then, we have many meltdowns, make-ups, and hugs. -oh and beer, an important end of the day ingredient.

Superior Mediocrity

I feel as though I am superior in the land of mediocrity. Really though, is it just me or has the work force become a gaggle of pimple faced little shits? This new job training is drawn out, and time consuming, but they give you the tools. If one more little dweeb asks the trainer to slow down I might scream, out loud. To top that off, I come home and BB is doing something new. His expressions, movements, everything seem to be trucking along without me. BG too... She is saying the cutest things, and I look on aghast that she can have these sort of developments without me. I thought I would become superfluous somewhere in the teenage years, not at age "almost" three. I guess that I will deal. The sheer number of moms who know nothing else but seeing their kids right before bed-time has ceased to astound me. I have lost my (unknown to me until now) superiority SAHM complex. Now I just think gawd, what I wouldn't give to be home with my kids. I miss it, I really do. I know it's not forever, but what else will I miss in this first year? His first steps, her first solo bike ride. I am sad being the superior in this land of mediocrity.

Jo-Jo's Circus

I miss this! I have only been back to work for 3 days, but it seems more like 3 months. Unfortunately Hot Da doesn't get dual naps, BG is still on the no nap kick. BB is all over the place, he saved the crawling milestone for my foray back into the work force. Work is weird, I am actually having massive grown up interaction. Not to mention my friend

Tom

is in town from Baltimore, so I will be full up on the grown up time. I am not sure I can handle it.
I'm not sure Hot Da can handle it. He is going from 60+ hours per week running a business, to 10+ hours per day holding climber, and screamer, aka BB & BG in check. The favorite new saying in the house "climber no climbing" and for BG "Seriously that was the last pull-up!" Also he is developing a certain hatred for Jo-Jo's circus. So that's the atmosphere in the world of Hot Mommy lately, it's sure to get even more interesting. We might convince Hot Daddy to start his own blog, but don't hold your breath!

Just Roll

Well my short lived status as a SAHM has come to a bleary end. Before I had the kids I was like " I am soooo going back to work, I am not gonna be relegated to staying at home, yadayadayada." Then I had my kids, and well it all changed, of course, Dammit! In the end I am still doing what it takes for my two cuties. I start next week, doing the whole call center thing, which comes with the whole benefits thing, and a paycheck, so. I'll be working mid afternoon to about 9 pm, but for now the hubs will be with the kids, which makes me feel a tiny bit better.

On another front, we have an application in with a local land trust for live/work artisan housing. It's income based, and if we got in it would be really cool. So If y'all got your internet vibes going... The spaces won't be completed until June 1st, but they are brand spanking new,great architecture, and the space ooooh the space, ooh ooh ooh and a dishwasher. So here is this whole new opportunity for HD to really make a run at his art career. It's not like we don't get the ins and outs of running a business. This time we'd have only ourselves to call the shots. We waffle, what to do? Either way, me going back to work has to happen right now, otherwise I might fall off the face of, well the internet you know.

The good thing about me, I see the humor, and as always in this house, I ain't dead. I guess I'll just roll.

HM opens up, & you wish she hadn't.

Okay, so I tend to be really obscure in this blog. I just waffle on the whole issue of opening a window to my life. In a nutshell, we just ended a 3 1/2 year run with a framing/gallery business. Hot Daddy's parents were the "silent" uhm er "money" behind the scenes. They wanted small businesses, they called us, we fell for the dream. My advice, do not go into business with family. It really and truly does inevitably go wrong. Your ideas don't coincide with theirs, you get the art world, they don't have a clue.

They invest way to much money in an established 30 year old [LEMON] business. Your husband works his ass off for said 3 1/2 years, 6 sometimes 7 days a week, no insurance, no vacations, just a tad over poverty level(enough to keep you from getting Medicaid). They already think you'll fail, before you even get started. They say they'll help you get it going, then proceed to get back into the corporate world, and move thousands of miles away. They don't allow you to hire any employees. Woah, sorry, the list goes on, but you get the gist

The funny part: HD turned away 5x the $$business in his last month, than he had in the same month of the last two years. That is the way the cookie crumbles. Sorry for the cliche. What really sucks is that, we didn't get a last paycheck. Who works two goddamn excruciating final weeks and doesn't get paid? We do. The way my in-laws are, it wasn't even an arguable point, and we wouldn't ask. In their eyes they invested enough, they contributed money so who the fuck cares about three years two kids et al. The sage advice: You guys are smart, it will all work out. Have y'all ever tried to feed your kids on smart?

This is why I don't tend to open up y'all. I feel like I am spewing an entire shit fest, and it is only the tip of the iceberg. Fortunately, we are smart and resourceful. The interim a little scary, but finally we are free.

Yea! i did It...

Okay y'all now you can check out some of my favorite blogs et al. The links are to the side, they are in no particular order. These are the ones I pretty much check in with when I can wrangle some kid free time, or whilst nursing. Enjoy.

so html and me, not so good.

Well y'all I have tried to create links to some of my favorite blogs. Alas html genius I ain't so... We will see how it turns out. Blogspot offers a handy dandy lil template, but I am not sure I even understand that. I will and can learn, I promise you, why??? Well because some of these blogs and sites are just to good to resist. I tried blogrolling, but as I do not have a single tech bone in my body, I failed miserably and gave it up.

Anyway, onto the preschool/toddler blues. When the hell did my toddler become a pre-scooler, and my infant become a toddler? It has happened, cripes! BB is only 8 months old and all over the place, BG was a pudgy little lump at this age. I am at a loss, is it just that boys are different from girls, or that kids are simply different from eachother? I'll adjust, after all I am quick witted like that. Hell I may even figure out this damn html thingy, uhm internet, umh crap, at some point. One can dare to dream, well can't she?

She just goes on and on.

Wow, that last blog was a bit negative, to say the least. Sorry about that,I am just feeling a lil edgy lately. I am doing better now, I've taken a whole new approach to bebe girl. She is still acting as nutty as every almost 3 year old is apt to do, but mommy is more chill. We're even starting to get the potty thing down, well sort of. Also if you have any advice about toddlers and their desire to shove food up their nose, please pass it my way. BG has an obsession with it, and spitting, I try not to over-react because it seems to make it more fun.
Hot Daddy got a job interview, it is a bright spot on the horizon. It is such a new game to us, this waiting and the competitive job/career market. Running your own business for 3 years really takes you out of the loop. It certainly isn't like the college days, when you could get the most convenient retail or table waiting job. I mean I'd wait tables again in a second, if we needed it, but HD really has a career path in mind, and I want to support that. Well this post is starting to drag on. I guess I went from scaring you off with my potty mouth, to boring you to death. I can hear you right now, "Make her stop already!" Oh ok.

"R" rated post due to Strong Adult language

Kids are such a trip. Do you ever wake up in a panic in the middle of the night. Not just any old panic, but the kind of panic that makes your heart palipitate erratically with one thought surging through your brain...SHIT SHIT SHIT i have tiny little human beings, shit i have a toddler and an infant, SHIT how the FUCK did this happen to me. You know, that kind of panic. Who are these little beings that can manipulate my emotions on a dime? BG just pushed me over the edge today, especially when she woke up Bebe Boy, whom I had just gotten to sleep. My actions were not befitting the mom I consider myself to be. I guess i should confess to y'all the conditions in which we live. I'll preface by saying i HATE your privelidge, hate it. My house is a 1 bedroom, it's very small, we rent. 3 cats, 1 giant ass dog [whom we've owned 8-9 years consecutively] 2 kids, 2 adults, VERY FUCKING SMALL! We aren't degenerates, we just went into business with family. Suffice to say 3 years no vacations, no insurance, and pretty fucking sick of it. Wow, i think this shall be the R rated post, sorry, there is just a lot of frustration "in da house". Suffice to say hot daddy is on the job hunt, and hot mommy is seriously post partum. Okay so i am just going to cut it off here, i really don't like sharing this much personal info, it freaks me the fuck out.

The Monster that resides....

Isn't it funny how your child will fall apart at the absolute worst possible time. We were at a lovely coffee/playdate yesterday. As the date was nearing it's end my bebe girl took a visit to meltdown central. It all started with a bag of balls (doesn't it always). My ever so sweet BG decided she did not want to share. Well that is a pretty big no-no in my book, so I made the mistake of mentioning that we were going to leave because she couldn't share and behave. I think there might have been a tear in the fabric of our universe with the chaos that ensued. There was screaming, kicking, screaming, oh and more screaming. My mommy reasoning abilities ceased to be effective. I must say my disbelief in her bad behavior mixed with my embarrassment made me want to scream myself. She went on a rampage of throwing -above said balls in all directions. I'm not sure if we'll even be invited back at this point her behavior was so atrocious. Well, granted the mom in question has a 3 & 4 year old so I am sure it was not an unfathomable incident. I am still sitting here in disbelief, where did that monster come from? Feel free to share your own [there is a monster inside my toddler] stories, if only to make me feel better. We have since talked to BG, but I am pretty sure it was all above her head. On a happier note, it was quite nice to have some grownup time (prior to the "incident"). I think I'll work on getting a fresh perspective, and hopefully we won't have another happenstance like that anytime soon.

I miss naps!

Napping has suddenly become passe for my bebe girl. She will be 3 in two months. She just decided she didn't want naps. We were having much to do at pretty much every nap time prior. So I started doing some research, I know I should just go with the flow, in the end that is what the so called experts say too. Apparently it is normal to give up napping between theages of 3-4. As with everything in the world of child development exact ages are relative. So end point, no more naps. Unfortunately she still doesn't wind down til around 9pm. We have instituted rest time, it works alright,but most of the time she sneaks out of her bed and runs around like a maniac, ahh 2 year olds.

babies & boobies

okay so my almost 3 year old is playing dress up. she managed to mangle a skirt into a shirt, but her front was showing. i said "honey why don't you slip on one of your shirts so your boobies won't show." she says "but i like my boobies showing, their so nice." future stripper? we'll see i guess. sometimes there is just no combatant to the 2 1/2 year old logic, none i say!
bebe boy is becoming quite adept at the raspberry, it is his favorite noise of late. he turned 7 months, 2 days ago, wow the time does fly. i happen to think he is a burgeoning genius. mommy bias? probably, but he has a few words, up..mamam, dada, get. all of the essentials no less. mommy brag alert!!
so that's my blurb for this evening, happy sunday, in this house anyway, it is the hubby's day off. Hot Damn!

Photo, Teeth, Swaddling, & Potty Training...

Well there they are, my two cuties. Some mornings I just want to eat them up. Bebe Boy finally cut a third tooth, unfortunately for my boobs he now has two bottoms and one top tooth, with absolutley no pressure control. The pacifier works intermittantly, but not when I need it most.

HD and I actually had the bed to ourselves until 4:30 am [last night/this morning], wow! I am still in shock that bb actually stayed asleep in his crib that long. I attempted a half ass swaddle last night, so maybe that was the key. He is 28" long though, and the baby blankets don't exactly get it done. Any suggestions? Also if anyone has some potty training advice, please share. Bebe Girl "gets" it about half the time, then she just reverts, and refuses to tell me when she has to go. HELP!

Well boring post today, but aren't my kiddos cute?! Okay, okay enough mommy gushing.

stop that clicking....

"Stop that clicking mommy, or I'll throw my goulash at you." Seriously y'all my two year old said this to me. I was trying to finally update the blog on my art site, and this is what i get. To top that off my 6 mo old has been a cry factory today. I am typing one-handed and nursing, while trying to avoid his evil pinch of death, and hoping he doesn't bite me to boot! sorry for the run on sentence, but that sums it up. I really want to tell him to shut the fuck up, stop pinching, and behave!!, but we all know that won't work, so the boob it is. Seriously though. back to the pinch of death... This kid is lethal, and accurate, nipples, necks, and bare skin everywhere is either hard or breaking out in goose pimples. I did, at least, clip his nails today, unfortunately I cannot file down the teeth of doom.

De-Lurk already!

So apparently it is national de-lurking week. So if your reading this, leave a comment. Love me, Hate me, is anyone even reading this tripe?

When it's good, it's realy good!

Well when it's good, it's really good. bebe girl got to go to her favorite little friend's 3rd b-day party last night. Not only did it turn out to be a good event for the parental unit, but she had a blast! She can't stop taliking about how cool her friend is, and of course her friend's toys etc..etc. (Thank You! Cute Mama for the fun shindig..) To the point BG has been a doll baby today, -hooray!-, especially since it is the only day Hot Daddy has off. We practiced riding our bike, we took our gi-normous dog (8 year old NM mutt) for a walk to the park. Had a blast, to say the least. Mommy is feeling particularly mellow today. Anyway, boring post, HAPPY day! kidoos are being good, hubby is chill and nmommy is about to crack a beer! So seek peace, be happy, find wealth, and all of the crap in between. -out

the velour sweatsuit addendum

this one is for you cute mama! I really liked your lavendar velour sweat suit the other day. i even thought, wow, i wish i could pull that off! so i wil revise my earlier statement. i refuse to become a chocolate covered sardine eatin' trash tv watchin mama. (i had to take out the soaps too, cuz lately i have been tuning into guiding light...gasp!) but only like every 3rd day or so. anyway, resist the hot mommy, if you dare!

Fluffy Bunny lover...

Well Happy New Year Y'all! We had such an exciting evening, hahaha! 2 movies, 2 screaming kids, and 2 adults tuning into to a rerun of the ball dropping in times square, we're in MST. Oh we did toast with a Sam Adams, yippeeeee. I am off to a bang up start this New Year...seriously, I seem to find anything and everything I can to avoid what I should be doing. Hot Daddy is still suffering from broken toes, bb seems to be running a tooth fever (i hope) his whole mouth seems as if it could erupt at any moment, and he already has 2 teeth. BG is asserting her will, I really want to slap her silly at times, but before you call child protective services, I only put her in time out. It really takes some restraint, but screaming into a pillow can be very helpful. Also we've created some new curse words, as the grandparents were getting a lil upset with our daughter's foul mouth. The new words...Lord love a duck (courtesy my hubby via his mom) and Fluffy bunny lover!!! courtesy me. I know ridiculous, but oddly satisfying. I am at a loss as how to handle this defiant side of my duaghter. She can really be such a little bitch, hmmm I wonder where she gets that from, -no not me, couldn't be me-. I am using time out as punishment, but the kid's got a crazy imagination, and doesn't seem to care. Then of course she's got the cute factor, which almost erases the defiance, almost. She'll be in the midst of trouble, screaming and crying, then "mommy you are soo beautiful, I need a hug." DAMNIT!!! So I give her the hug, I know, I know mixed signals for a two year old. Well i seem to have avoided a good 10 minutes of my life here, but it is a great way to voice my frustration. Who new public laundry airing could be so cathartic? Oh yeah, the ba-zillion other bloggers out there. Anyway, bb's crying, "FLUFFY BUNNY LOVER!!"