three day blog

Tomorrow we are heading out early in the morning to get a Christmas tree. Every year we do this with my best friend, Susie, her husband and their boys. This is the first time in three years that no one will be pregnant, though. It is technically my turn to be with child. Don't know why I thought I needed to mention that....but there you go. So this year we will also go with Susie's two sisters and brother-in-law. We usually go to a tree farm not too far from where we live, but this time we are buying a permit to go and cut a tree in the woods---with snow, no less. It is about an hour and a half away and then we will need to do some hiking and some, very mandatory, frolicking in the snow. If you happen to hear on the news about the fat woman lost in the woods of Oregon...just know that I will miss each and everyone of you. If not, then I will be back with pictures and a new weight update vlog at the beginning of the week. Happy December...

~update below~ I felt very smug the day that my son drew a sweet picture of his sister. Very smug, indeed. After all, it is due to my skills as a mother that they have such a wonderful bond, right? Notice the hearts that he put on her picture. He just loves her so much. I wanted to show this picture to Edgard when he got home, so I made sure to put the notebook in a spot where I could remember it. I also marked the page so that it would be easy to find again. At some point, though, Anthony found the notebook, removed the bookmark, and allowed the deep abyss we call his room, to swallow it whole. So fast forward to when Edgard got home and went searching for the notebook. I found it rather quickly and set about to show Edgard the lovely picture. After a long day with no adult interaction, I was ready to hear what a great mom I was. Then I saw it: ...this is quite a way in which to burst a bubble...a smug mommy bubble. Update: Hey everybody :) I solved the mystery of why...

Firstly I want to thanks you all for sticking with me during my blogging dry spell. I also appreciate your comments more than you know. Now onto the horrid youtube vlog update. If you notice, I ended up getting a better spot to film in. Much better lighting...sorry to all you folks who now have to look at me. Here I am in all my dweebocity.

I am thankful for.... my faith in Jesus, my husband, my children, my home. I pray that your Thanksgiving is a safe, warm, and happy one...wherever you are. From my turkeys to you: Happy Thanksgiving! ¡Feliz Día de Acción de Gracias!

I am back. Not quite full force, though. I found myself stretched too thin, so I am instituting some changes. I love reading blogs. This is what prompted me to start my own in the first place. Well, that and the fact that I think out my life in written form--I always have. We bloggers are crazy like that. Anyhoo---I love reading blogs but I stopped a few days a go because I felt completely overwhelmed. Not only am I a wife and mother of two , but I am also a homeschool teacher to my son and primary housekeeper here at the ranch . So my computer time is limited. I found that I was spending so much time writing comments on other blogs that I was losing a lot of the time that I had to write my own. So, I am cutting waaaayyy back on my commenting. Please don't feel as if I am disappearing altogether, I am still there reading just the same. If you look at my blogroll, it is a long one. It is not reciprocal---I read every single one. I just ...

I have taken a mental vacation, without telling anyone. I even took it without telling myself. I hate it when that happens. For some reason, this week, I have barely sat down at the computer. I didn't want you all to wonder about me, though. So I am writing this little note to tell you, I am extending my vacation until Monday. With maybe another book love weekend thrown in. I hope you don't mind my absence and I hope you don't leave me. Don't leave me! If that sounded like shameless begging, rest assured, it was. Here are some pictures to show you that all is well. All is, well...normal...for us.

For the first time in my (blog) life, I am entering a contest. Well, for the first time if you don't count the time that I put in the comment section of a blog "pick me, pick me". I lost that one, though, so I am pretending it didn't happen. So, as I said, I am entering a blog contest, first time ever, blah blah, blah. I found this particular contest via pinks and blues girls . It is a "hippie" photo contest , being held at slurping life . In a nutshell they want to see non typical photography. Instead of flouting the conventions of society...we are to flout the rules and conventions of photography. No problem there. I have never followed rules of photography since I picked up my first camera. And I don't mean in a talented or an edgy famous photographer kind of way. I mean, in an oops, did I not take the lens cap off , could this be any blurrier , kind of way. So in the photo that I am entering, I was playing with the k...

I have two really important posts bubbling around in my brain. One is about weight loss. The other is about LO VE EEE EEE... I don't want to throw it all on you at the end of the week. So, I shall wait to torture you at the start of next week. Waaa ha ha... Until then, I shall leave you with eye candy...a picture of a celebrity that makes me swoon. To me, George Clooney is perfection. I like him for his looks only, though. Yes, I am very shallow.

Upon coming back into to work one day...my husband found his company picture with a few...ummm...shall we say, revisions? Now before anyone freaks out and gets all touchy...the Mexican involved in this incident was 100% okay with everything. He shares much love with his white compadres. Please don't send me any politically correct e-mails. Or do...I need humorous filler for the blog.....

I figured that since other people were pretty much done with showing their children in halloween costumes*, I will now post mine. Though, I have an unfair advantage...I am now competing with no other kids in costumes...mine are the cutest by default!!! As you can see, Irene is thrilled by this whole process. ...and getting more thrilled by the minute. I am so glad that Edgard makes sure his purse is coordinated with his outfit! My two little pests. The beetle and the ladybug. My best friend's sister Julie pointed out that we should have dressed as exterminators. Yep...we make them exercise all the halloween candy off before they even eat it! * here is the exception to the "no other kids in halloween costumes" But he is in a contest so it is a totally different thing. p.s. J.J. needs your vote.

I have no idea how I do it. One moment I am ready to throw in the towel and am feeling utterly hopeless----the next moment I am able and willing to tackle whatever comes my way. What is wrong with me??? Or, what is right with me. I hate that I get completely despondent but then I always surprise myself that I bounce right back. So I guess I am thankful that I can't ever seem to get too beaten down. My husband and I talked this weekend about our goals and what we hope to accomplish. Unfortunately, some of the steps will be backwards so that we can regain some of the ground that we lost, but then, it is moving forward from there on in. Of course, weight came into that, and I can see that my weight and our debt is very interconnected. We are both very much instant gratification people. We need to learn to be delayed gratification people. Very hard to relearn a personality trait, but we need to, for the sake of our future and our children's future . We are off to...

I think I see a theme here.....

What with one thing and another... I have been having one of those days. Too many children saying no and rolling their eyes at me. Too many requests for halloween candy after I have answered no. Too many crumbs on the floor for breakfast. More for lunch, as well. A room that has been trashed and a boy who thinks it is an outrage that his mother has the audacity to ask him to clean it. A spoiled diet, coupled with no exercise. A viscous head cold. Yes I meant viscous ( viscous: a material that is thick; resistant to flow.) and not vicious...although vicious is an apt word for what I have, as well. So of course, being mother of the year, I took out all this frustration on my children by yelling. So now I can add to the list of frustrations: lame mom yells at kids. Now add guilt. I just need to say, in no way do I think yelling is the answer but, I do like the results. Not one request for halloween candy has been attempted. Rather than rolled eyes or a fla...