tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115173782024-02-28T10:50:07.517-05:00Pandemonium in My Head...these are my random thoughts.Pandemoniumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14241761975877070702noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11517378.post-69800091679146137332010-07-31T09:27:00.001-05:002010-07-31T09:27:57.607-05:00The Riverdale girl in me wants one of the new Camaros. What can I say? You can take the girl out of Riverdale, but ya can't take the Riverdale out of the girl.Pandemoniumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14241761975877070702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11517378.post-73077674506110635522010-06-04T15:49:00.001-05:002010-06-04T15:49:23.971-05:00AllState Insurance sucks!Pandemoniumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14241761975877070702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11517378.post-86575493878330934702009-08-09T10:16:00.000-05:002009-08-09T10:17:03.594-05:00weirdThis morning Monkey said, "Look, Mommy! I'm giving my own self a wedgie!"Pandemoniumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14241761975877070702noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11517378.post-52736892253199559162009-07-31T10:56:00.001-05:002009-07-31T10:56:03.220-05:00I'm going on a date with my husband to an outdoor concert tonight. And it's raining. And it's been raining for 3 days. Rain, rain, go away.Pandemoniumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14241761975877070702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11517378.post-61798635480001885472009-06-30T11:32:00.002-05:002009-06-30T11:48:53.556-05:00My OfferingSong by 33Miles<br /><br />I betrayed,<br />You forgave<br />I ran away,<br />still You stayed<br />And I lived a lie,<br />You spoke the truth<br />Now I'm undone,<br />with no excuse<br />I cursed Your name,<br />You called me child<br />I was to blame,<br />You went to trial<br />And I lived to take,<br />You died to give me more than I could ever find<br />And on my own,<br />I made a mess of things<br />But You take it as my offering<br />You take the best and worst of me<br />And peace is at Your throne<br />Where the broken are made whole<br />And I can't imagine anything<br />More beautiful or amazing<br />When I bring everything<br />And You take it as my offering<br />I'm full of doubt,<br />You're full of mercy<br />I come unwound,<br />but You restore me<br />When I'm shaking like a leaf,<br />You're the comfort that I need<br />That melts my fears away<br />And on my own,<br />I made a mess of things<br />And You take it as my offering<br />My life is made an offering<br />I'm Yours and Yours alone<br />You take it as my offering<br />My life is made an offering<br />I'm Yours and Yours alonePandemoniumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14241761975877070702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11517378.post-83678548741711825012009-06-12T09:47:00.001-05:002009-06-12T09:47:18.227-05:00Monkey listing the only fruits he likes: "cantaloupe, watermelon, apples, and juicy fruit gum"Pandemoniumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14241761975877070702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11517378.post-70595873952214467932009-06-11T15:11:00.002-05:002009-06-12T19:30:17.656-05:00Listening to Summer Nights by Rascal Flatts. They sing "everybody's feeling sexy.." Bug says "I know I do. 24/7"Pandemoniumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14241761975877070702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11517378.post-61567589572745750602009-06-11T10:24:00.000-05:002009-06-11T10:24:16.512-05:00T-Mobile Mom to Mom Quiz<a href="http://momtomomquiz.com/?friendId=26565D3A89DDEDAE3E54031A4F421732&meteor=meteor:zVmwYrdaAdC">T-Mobile Mom to Mom Quiz</a>: " <p>Take the fun, Mom to Mom quiz and discover your parenting style.</p><p><a href="http://momtomomquiz.com/?friendId=26565D3A89DDEDAE3E54031A4F421732&meteor=meteor:zVmwYrdaAdC"><img src="http://avatar.momtomomquiz.com/userdata/images/badge2/26565D3A89DDEDAE3E54031A4F421732.png" border="0" /></a></p>"Pandemoniumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14241761975877070702noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11517378.post-47228850609753453392009-06-11T10:13:00.001-05:002009-06-11T10:13:50.340-05:00Just signed up for mobile posts. Maybe I'll post more now. I'm certainly on my blackberry more than I'm on my computer. We'll see....Pandemoniumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14241761975877070702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11517378.post-76201809863652828732008-11-26T12:15:00.004-05:002008-11-26T12:38:37.892-05:00Thankful<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGQmUfJI0mKDq4u07AjKDhiuSEnfQAEN-TxW1yjYN-98h_2wl5xVpW6W1FxC7wMn1aUS__-5Wvc4FozlzfCJHen1SZ6AtRE2p9vav_LhIVJ_U929Lrpmx4M56sXz73pZDM9La1/s1600-h/IMG00046.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273021970612831794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGQmUfJI0mKDq4u07AjKDhiuSEnfQAEN-TxW1yjYN-98h_2wl5xVpW6W1FxC7wMn1aUS__-5Wvc4FozlzfCJHen1SZ6AtRE2p9vav_LhIVJ_U929Lrpmx4M56sXz73pZDM9La1/s320/IMG00046.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I have so much to be thankful for... </div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br />* My husband who loves me, flaws and all. He holds me up, he makes me laugh, he gets me and I get him, my very best friend, the love of my life. I thank God for him!<br />* Bug, my 10 year old man-child. I love him for all that he is... funny, charming, smart-mouthed, loving, witty, intelligent, gorgeous, sarcastic, stand-offish, independent, loyal, and everything else that makes him who his is... fully mine. Thank you God for the gift that he is.<br />* Monkey, my 7 year old little boy. I love him for being madly in love with his family, funny, silly, cuddly, sneaky, needy, high-maintenance, charming, outgoing, friendly, smart, eager, and a little bit mine, and a lot his daddy's. Thank you God for allowing me to have him in my life.<br />* My extended family: My mom, my dad, my mother-in-law, my father-in-law, my step-people, my in-law people, my aunts, my uncles, my cousins. Thank you for each of these.<br />* My family by choice: My wonderful friends - the ones I've known forever, the ones I've recently met. I don't trust easily, but for those to whom I've given my trust, I trust them completely and I thank God for them daily.<br />* My students, who bring joy to my life everyday. I love them as though they are my own. Thank you for making me laugh every day, for making me crazy on occasion, and for trusting me with who you are. I love you just as God has created you.<br /><br />I have been blessed beyond measure, beyond all that I deserve. I will thank God forever for His grace and His love and the life I have only because of who He is and who He allows me to be.</div>Pandemoniumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14241761975877070702noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11517378.post-35956067989069462552008-11-02T19:33:00.003-05:002008-11-04T08:21:37.644-05:00PoliticsI do not often talk politics and I may never do so in this forum again, but for today...<br /><br /><br /><br />My pastor gave an awesome sermon Sunday morning and I feel compelled to put it out there. If I could broadcast it on CNN and Fox News, I would. He started with this statement, "Either your faith drives your politics or your politics drive your faith."<br /><br />Here are my notes:<br /><br />Know what you need to know... READ! Know the issues and remember that the most important issue is FAITH. Compare what the candidates say to what God says. Proverbs 14:34<br /><br />Do what you ought to do... VOTE! God has given us a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">responsibility</span>. Vote for the candidate who is more concerned with being <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Biblically</span> correct than politically correct. Proverbs 11:14<br /><br />Call on the One worth calling on... PRAY! God is not a democrat or a republican. He is for a Theocracy, where He is in control. Pray for His strength, power, and control. Proverbs 33:12<br /><br />Trust in the One who is trustworthy... TRUST! Do not put your faith in either candidate. Put your faith in Jesus alone. God is God and He is still on His throne. Proverbs 146:3Pandemoniumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14241761975877070702noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11517378.post-53073768811890339902008-11-01T14:06:00.003-05:002008-11-01T14:13:38.038-05:00Kids say the funniest thingsI got a wild hair to visit this deserted blog and realized it was so nice to be able to read back over what was going on at different times in my life (even with as few entries as I have). I mean, who remembers their child's bout of diarrhea their first week of Pre-K? And now he's in first grade with no diarrhea to speak of.<br /><br />My children say hilarious things every day. I often call my husband or call my mom just to tell them so someone else will know... maybe help me remember. I want to remember all of those wonderful, witty things that come out of their mouths, and unfortunately I've already forgotten so much. I'm hoping to get some of those saved here, so that the next time I go three years without posting, I can come back and giggle at the geniuses my children are.<br /><br />Bug turned 10 about two weeks ago, and Monkey turned 7 last week. I can't believe how big they are. They bring so much joy and craziness to my life every day. And when on earth did I get old enough to have such big children?! I've become one of those women, who start every sentence with, "I remember when...." Wow, I'm old.Pandemoniumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14241761975877070702noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11517378.post-1155074178607030522006-08-08T16:51:00.000-05:002006-08-08T16:56:18.713-05:00Just venting...I just have to say this:<br /><br />I love my children. Love, love, love them! But I am SO TIRED OF WIPING BUTT!!<br /><br />Monkey (my 4 year old) is pooping many, many times each day. I believe I've seen more of his butt in the last few days than I did when he was in diapers. Maybe that's a slight exaggeration... but only MAYBE. The doctor says, "Just let it runs its course." No pun intended, I'm sure. Well, that's easy for him to say. I've had it up to my eyeballs in poop! AAAAaaaaaarrrrrrrrggh!Pandemoniumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14241761975877070702noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11517378.post-1154995882775899072006-08-07T19:05:00.000-05:002006-08-07T19:11:22.776-05:00Oops! I did it again!I'm so bad at this! I let life get busy and frankly, I'd rather read other blogs than write my own. I'm just not all that interesting. I want to be, but it's just not happening! I can tell you about poop today though...<br /><br />My four year old started pre-K today. It was a sad day for me to send my baby to <em>that </em>school with <em>those</em> people*... and then to find out, he has a stomach virus. I'm telling you the boy has pooped about 29 1/2 times since he's been home. His hiney hurts and he is sick and tired of it! He's been crying and whiney and just plain sad. And as for the stuff coming out... HOLY TOLEDO! Let's just say EEEWWWWW!!! My poor guy!<br /><br />*(By the way, there is absolutely nothing wrong with the school he attends or the teachers who work there... I just went in with a bad attitude.)<br /><br />The good news is... He's staying home with me tomorrow. Okay, so I'll be wiping butt all day, but at least I get to keep him to myself one more day.Pandemoniumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14241761975877070702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11517378.post-1153425730745011632006-07-20T14:32:00.001-05:002008-11-01T13:59:13.903-05:00A Meme VirginNo more!<br /><br />1.How old do you wish you were? I'm 33, and that's good enough for me.<br />2. Where were you when 9/11 happened? Driving down the road, 8 months pregnant with my second son. They announced on the radio that a plane had hit the World Trade Center and I remember originally thinking it was probably some small, single engine plane. It wasn't until I was home and turned on the TV that I realized how bad it truly was.<br />3. What do you do when vending machines steal your money? Beat the crap out of them.<br />4. Do you consider yourself kind? Mostly, except when I'm not.<br />5. If you HAD to get a tattoo, where would it be? The small of my back. I went to get one when I was in college, but I totally wimped out. Ever since I had my first son sans epidural, I've thought I should go get one, but...<br />6. If you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be? Spanish.<br />7. Do you know your neighbors? Yes. We don't hang out or anything, but I know my neighbors on each side of me.<br />8. What do you consider a vacation? These days it wouldn't take much... just some time to myself to read and relax.<br />9. Do you follow your horoscope? No.<br />10. Would you move for the person you loved? Yes, although I've always told him that I'd follow him anywhere as long as it doesn't get cold there, then he's on his own.<br />11. Are you touchy feely? Only with my husband and kids. Everyone else needs to keep their paws to themselves.<br />12. Do you believe that opposites attract? Yes.<br />13. Dream job? I think I'm doing it... a meaningful job out of the home working with kids and an even more meaningful job of being a mommy to my own.<br />14. Favorite channel(s)? TLC and HGTV.<br />15. Favorite place to go on weekends? No where, I like home.<br />16. Showers or Baths? Showers. I can't sit still long enough for a bath.<br />17. Do you paint your nails? Just my toes.<br />18. Do you trust people easily? Oh heavens, NO.<br />19. What are your phobias? The ocean. Ick! I love to be near it, but never in it.<br />20. Do you want kids? I have plenty, thanks!<br />21. Do you keep a handwritten journal? I've started many, but lose interest.<br />22. Where would you rather be right now? Sitting on a nice warm balcony overlooking the ocean with my husband.<br />23. Heavy or light sleeper? It depends on how tired I am.<br />24. Are you paranoid? No, I don't have time for all the thinking that requires.<br />25. Are you impatient? Yes! Patience is a virtue I have no time for.<br />26. Who can you relate to? I have a couple of great friends with my same twisted sense of humor... they "get" me.<br />27. How do you feel about interracial couples? It's all good with me... and they make beautiful children.<br />28. Have you been burned by love? Well, yeah.<br />29. What's your favourite pick up line? I don't know any pick up lines.<br />30. What's your main ringtone on your cell? Zippity doo dah.<br />31. What were you doing at midnight last night? Sleeping. I'm wild like that.<br />32. What did the last text on your mobile phone say? That my payment is now due.<br />33. Whose bed did you sleep in last night? Mine.<br />34. What color shirt are you wearing? Brown.<br />35. Most recent movie you watched? Failure to Launch rental.<br />36. Name three things you have on you at all times? Lip gloss, sunglasses, kids.<br />37. What color are your bed sheets? Floral... lots of colors.<br />38. How much cash do you have on you right now? Not much. I never do.<br />39. What is your favorite part of the chicken? Breast.<br />40. What's your favourite town/city? Estes Park, CO<br />41. I can't wait till: Bedtime.<br />42. Who got you to join myspace? I haven't.<br />43. What did you have for dinner last night? Burger and fries at my sons request.<br />44. How tall are you barefoot? 5' 6”<br />45. Have you ever smoked heroin? No.<br />46. Do you own a gun? No, but I come from a family of gun slingin' folk.<br />47. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? My drug of choice... Coffee, coffee, and more coffee.<br />48. What is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite sex? I quit trying to lure in the opposite sex after I met my husband 13 years ago, so I don't really remember.<br />49. Do you have A.D.D.? No, I've got my own issues though.<br />50. What time did you wake up today? 7:15.<br />51. Current worry? Selling our house, my "baby" starting school in TWO freakin' weeks.<br />52. Current hate? Stupidity and racism.<br />53. Favorite place to be? In my bed reading.<br />54. Where would you like to travel? Anywhere and everywhere.<br />55. Where do you think you'll be in 10 yrs? Well, at the rate I'm going, not far from where I am... working and still raising 2 boys.<br />56. Last thing you ate? Burger.<br />57. What songs do you sing in the shower? Cool Rider from Grease 2... odd, now that I think about it.<br />58. Last thing that made you laugh? My son.<br />59. Worst injury you've ever had? Well, let's just say it involved giving birth to a big headed baby.<br />60. Does someone have a crush on you? If so, they haven't mentioned it.<br />61. What's your favorite candy? When it comes to candy, I'm not picky.<br />62. What song is stuck in your head? Right now it's the stinkin' Cool Rider song from Grease 2, for crying out loud.Pandemoniumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14241761975877070702noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11517378.post-1153353355568447422006-07-19T18:42:00.001-05:002008-11-01T14:34:39.266-05:00Come on down.I live in the South, born and raised in the South. I am college-educated... of course, that was in the South too. I love the South. I love warm, no... make that HOT weather. There are fantastic and wonderful and quite intelligent people living all over the South. Why, oh why, must any Southerner ever shown on any Dateline, CNN, or the like, be the most idiotic sounding person below the Mason-Dixon line? I know the whole Southern accent thing... it can certainly make an incredibly bright person seem to lose a few IQ points once they open their mouth, but for crying out loud! I just wish that, at least occasionally, I would see an intelligent Southerner on the news. Although... the people I see on the news? the ones without their teeth? They are the ones standing around outside their trailers after the tornado has come and gone. Does make it easy for interviewing.Pandemoniumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14241761975877070702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11517378.post-1153268219496223542006-07-18T18:58:00.000-05:002006-07-18T19:16:59.530-05:00Time flies when you're...well...I realized that it has been over a year since I first started this blog and my last post. I mean, I knew it had been a while, but I had no idea. I started reflecting a bit over what on earth I had been doing for the past year. And then... oh yes... my Jerry Springer, white trash family popped into my head. You see, shortly after I started this blog in March of 2005, my nephew moved in. He was 22 months old at the time. His mother (my step-sister... STEP... no blood relation, just so we're clear) lost custody of him because 1. she had been pulled over by a police officer and given a DUI a few months before and shared with the police officer that she had left her son with his drunk, passed out, white trash daddy (her baby-daddy) and 2.she decided to get drunk one afternoon and pass out on the couch while her 22 month old walked out the front door and down the very busy road she lives on. Nice! Yes, these were 2 seperate events on 2 seperate days... and not the only beer induced events that had taken place since the birth of her child. So DFCS took him away, finally, and we (my husband, two children, and I) brought him home with us.<br /><br />My step-sister was put into a 9 month re-hab facility and given her "plan" that she had to complete in order to regain custody of her son. She spent the full 9 months there, but did get weekend passes on occasion where she would get drunk, but sober up before she had to check back in. And her first night out after NINE FREAKIN' MONTHS? drunk! Yes, she got rip-roarin' drunk to celebrate her graduation from re-hab. Hello? Is it just me or is this pure craziness? Her baby-daddy never saw the child the entire time and he hasn't seen him again since. What has this poor little boy been born into? DFCS still hasn't completely severed her rights to him and she completely refused to let him continue to stay with us... Apparently she thinks that I think I'm better than her... Well, frankly that's not hard to accomplish. Sorry, but it's true. So after being with us a year, we had to give him to his grandparents. He calls me mommy. I never asked him to call me that. My husband never asked to be called daddy. Sad.<br /><br />Alrighty, well pop yourself a Prozac now that I've depressed the heck out of myself and anyone else reading along. Whew! Sorry about that. The good news is that I am SO able to find good in where he is and how he is doing. And I'm able to find a whole lot of sick and twisted humor in her very strange and pathetic life. It is sad, so sad that you just have to laugh, so you don't drive your car off the nearest bridge. HA!<br /><br />Now I know why I completely forgot about this blog. I was up to my eyeballs in raising not 2, but 3 boys and all the laundry that goes with it. So now you know.Pandemoniumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14241761975877070702noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11517378.post-1153249234431202452006-07-18T13:49:00.001-05:002008-11-01T14:33:07.692-05:00What a shame...Well, I posted once and never came back... until today. I told you, I'm not good at following through, but wow! I thought I'd be better than that!<br /><br />Life is a struggle and marriage is a struggle and parenting is a struggle and it just goes on. But it is also the most amazing thing ever and so worth every struggle and heartbreak.<br /><br />We have our house up for sale. Now that can cause a girl some serious stress. I'm tired of waiting. I just want to sell this sucker and get on with life. Of course, there's always something, isn't there? So once the house sells and I think life is back to normal... well, there will be something new. I suppose it is about time that I learned to let go. I'm way too anal for that though. I'm a control freak, I have OCD, call it what you will... it comes down to stress all.the.time! I do it to myself. I know this. I just don't know how to stop it. It is what it is.<br /><br />How is it that children can give you the greatest joy and the greatest frustration all at the same time? Right now, I can hear their little voices and they are so precious, but then the whining and the fighting starts (again!) and the preciousness is gone and irritation sets in. I love them both with every bit of myself... with more love than I even knew I had to give, but at the same time they can push me to the edge and seriously tempt me to jump! I know I'm not alone in this, but I can't help but wonder why?!Pandemoniumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14241761975877070702noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11517378.post-1111085468190769792005-03-17T16:49:00.001-05:002008-11-01T14:30:56.516-05:00My First BlogThis is all new to me. I've never been a consistent journaler. I am great a starting, but fall short in the continuing. I guess I've thought about this for a while and thought it might be a great way to get out all of the junk that takes up space in my head. I've always worried about keeping a written journal... What if I die and my craziness is found? What if someone just invades my privacy and my craziness is found? Blah, blah, blah... This way, any craziness will just be out there for anyone to see. Anyone who wanders this way at least.Pandemoniumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14241761975877070702noreply@blogger.com2