Not again

I forgot to update, AGAIN! Yesterday was exhausting, and I didn’t even do anything. I just got no sleep whatsoever. When Josh got home though, and he was checking me out in an outfit that quite flattered me, I was all happy 🙂 So happy, in fact, that I actually put on make-up. 🙂 That’s astounding for me

Today I gotta try and get caught up on laundry. I don’t think it’s going to go well, because Ethan and Madi keep taking off with my laundry baskets, . They climb and play in them. They look cute doing it, but it drives me crazy having to hunt down a basket so I can take clothes out of the dryer.

Woops!

I coulda sworn I’d added a post yesterday, but I guess I didn’t, :lol:. Oh well, guess I didn’t. Josh had us running around like chickens with our heads cut off all day yesterday, and we stayed home most of the day.

We folded at least 10 loads of laundry, and actually put most of them away. His claim that he would put his own up completely fell through, but he at least helped put up the kiddos. Today, the poor guy starts his 8 days straight of work, but today’s completely and totally overtime, so he doesn’t mind (Mark can’t come in because of Julie’s cousin’s funeral :().

Potty training is going swell. She’s doing really good at it. Josh is ready for us to stop turning on the timer, but I’m not sure she’s ready for that yet. 🙁 We’ll see, I guess. I’m still doing the timer, though. We’ll see on that after he gets home (about 3 hours and 45 minutes until he’s scheduled to get off).

I so do not want to do the laundry that we got off the floor (floor hadn’t been vaccumed in a while, so if it was on the floor after the kids dumped everything, it’s gotta be rewashed :(). I’m starting to seriously hate the fact that I have kids. I love ’em to death, just hate the things they do. They drive me freaking bonkers 75% of the time, but make me love ’em more when they act like the angels they so wish they were, :lol:.

Now the major pressing thing on my mind is the fact that I seriously need a new theme. I don’t like any of the ones that I have, :lol:. I’m sick and bored of ’em 🙁 I want something that I don’t have to do major editting on (meaning it should be XHTML valid in the first place), and all that I’d really have to do is add the plugin info that I’ve already got and all that jazz. I guess it’s more of “good luck with that” kind of situation 🙁 Sucks, too. I want something unique and cute, but too lazy to do it. Though maybe I should try, so I can show off the ideas for the tattoos I’ll be getting eventually will look like (each should will have a fluttering butterfly with Ethan and Madi’s names in swirly script as teh butterflies’ trails, and a mediumish hibiscus in the small of my back … suits me and my personality, and will definitely be unique). *sigh*

Am I A Mommy Blogger

Okay, now the reason for the title: some people hate with a passion “mommy bloggers”. Those are the ones that pretty much only blog about their brats, but never once call them brats. I’m still trying to figure out what the hell I actually am. Am I a mommy-blogger, or do I just blog about anythign and everything. I think I fit more into that category, :lol:.

Oh!! To make this not all about babies and poo (trust me, poo’s coming), Francis, Josh’s department manager, and her girlfriend (yes, girlfriend, and both women rock my shoes, and I never would have known until Francis was sick with a screwed up laser hysterectomy) are throwing a “Passion” party. From what I’ve read, I’m assuming it’s the toys and such type party (since there will be alcohol and the like served as well … Julie and I gotta fight over who’s gonna be the designated driver, I think, or have one of the guys take us and pick us up, 😆 … might just do that). ANYWAYS!! I’m gonna make Julie come, because I’m too shy to go by myself, :lol:, and it would do her a world of good as well.

Now on to poo. Told ya there’d be poo, :lol:. Madi took her first poo in the potty. That’s a big thing for her. Sure she did one prior and 2 after in her pull-ups, but the potty one counts for a lot. CUrrently, though, she’s driving me bonkers growling or whatever. *runs to strangle*

Just for a laugh

The 23rd Qualm:

Bush is my shepherd; I dwell in want.
He maketh logs to be cut down in national forests.

He leadeth trucks into the still wilderness.
He restoreth my fears.

He leadeth me in the paths of international disgrace for his ego’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of pollution and war, I will find no exit, for thou art in office.

Thy tax cuts for the rich and thy media control, they discomfort me.
Thou preparest an agenda of deception in the presence of thy religion.

Thou anointest my head with foreign oil.
My health insurance runneth out.

Surely megalomania and false patriotism shall follow me all the days of thy term,
And my jobless child shall dwell in my basement forever.

An American

To Kill an American

You probably missed it in the rush of news last week, but there was actually a report that someone in Pakistan had published in a newspaper an offer of a reward to anyone who killed an American, any American.

So, an Australian dentist wrote an editorial the following day to let everyone know what an American is. So they would know when they found one. (Good one, mate!!!!)

“An American is English, or French, or Italian, Irish, German, Spanish, Polish, Russian or Greek. An American may also be Canadian, Mexican, African, Indian, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Australian, Iranian, Asian, or Arab, or Pakistani or Afghan.

An American may also be a Comanche, Cherokee, Osage, Blackfoot, Navaho, Apache, Seminole or one of the many other tribes known as native Americans.

An American is Christian, or he could be Jewish, or Buddhist, or Muslim. In fact, there are more Muslims in America than in Afghanistan. The only difference is that in America they are free to worship as each of them chooses.

An American is also free to believe in no religion. For that he will answer only to God, not to the government, or to armed thugs claiming to speak for the government and for God.

An American lives in the most prosperous land in the history of the world. The root of that prosperity can be found in the Declaration of Independence, which recognizes the God given right of each person to the pursuit of happiness.

An American is generous. Americans have helped out just about every other nation in the world in their time of need, never asking a thing in return.

When Afghanistan was over-run by the Soviet army 20 years ago, Americans came with arms and supplies to enable the people to win back their country!

As of the morning of September 11, Americans had given more than any other nation to the poor in Afghanistan. Americans welcome the best of everything…the best products, the best books, the best music, the best food, the best services. But they also welcome the least.

The national symbol of America, The Statue of Liberty , welcomes your tired and your poor, the wretched refuse of your teeming shores, the homeless, tempest tossed. These in fact are the people who built America.

Some of them were working in the Twin Towers the morning of September 11, 2001 earning a better life for their families. It’s been told that the World Trade Center victims were from at least 30 different countries, cultures, and first languages, including those that aided and abetted the terrorists.

So you can try to kill an American if you must. Hitler did. So did General Tojo, and Stalin, and Mao Tse-Tung, and other blood-thirsty tyrants in the world. But, in doing so you would just be killing yourself. Because Americans are not a particular people from a particular place. They are the embodiment of the human spirit of freedom. Everyone who holds to that spirit, everywhere, is an American.

Take the time to find your own story!