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I'm just not Supermom anymore....

I think I’m just worn out with blogging. I’ve been around a long time and I think I have given all the advice that I know. You firs...

Where did my baby go?

Earlier in the year my daughter H, who was 12 at the time, changed a few things in her room. It made me a bit sad to take the things out of the dollhouse and pack them up. I had thought that would be it for awhile. I was wrong.

The other night while I was napping, she mentioned to HB that she wanted to get the “kiddie” things out of her room now that she is 13. ~I know of another wordpress blogger going through the same thing with her son.~ Anyway, yesterday I thought I would surprise her and change things for her. Which made me feel icky but she loved the changes.

I threw all the stuffed animals down into the basement–probably to go to the Goodwill. Removed all the “kiddie” things that were sitting around. Then I moved all the furniture around. Took out the wooden dollhouse. I added my beautiful desk to her room that I bought for ME off Craigslist–to give my sewing machine a permanent home. sniff I added some ‘big girl’ things to the top and now she has a place to do her homework in peace.

The room was a hit!! I am glad she enjoyed the changes. Now she wants to go buy posters to hang on the walls. :)

Plus now B2 wants me to change his room. LOL

I have become Michelle The Decorator. To go along with my Supermom title.

Nothing new to report at our house. I am still feeling icky with this pregnancy. I’ll be glad when this bundle of joy arrives….but then I long to enjoy my last pregnancy. If only I felt better. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.

I guess I’ll go back to the comfort of my couch and the Dora blanket I was covered up with. Have a lovely Thursday.

It Hit Me Today

As to why I am so sick. You ready?

So two years from now I am not saying, “Honey, let’s have another baby.” To which I would say in the sweetest voice and give him the look.

Yep, that’s it. I am glad I figured that out because no way in hell will I be doing this again. ~gentle grin~ At least I don’t think I would.

Hubby is bringing take-out home. B2 has boy scout meeting. H is being hormonal while doing her homework. Plus she brought home candy bars to sell. I already had part of one. SOMEONE HIDE THE BOX!

I have been having a hard day since yesterday. I went to see my grandfather who is dying of cancer. Hospice sees him 3 times a week. I haven’t allowed myself to think about it and get emotional. I haven’t had the strength to begin with. But yesterday was bad for me. He is giving some of his grandchildren a check. Sad isn’t it? He handed me the check and it broke my heart. I said, “I haven’t taken your money before so why do you think I will take it now?” He said, “Because I want you to have it.” So I will either save it for Christmas to buy the kids something special or buy baby things. IE: Bed, swing, carrier, etc…

So anyway…today has been depressing and I have been sad. Yesterday he said he was proud of who I was and how I have raised my children. I do have great kids. :) So just keep my family in your thoughts….

I am rambling and need to email hubby the take-out order.

I hope everyone has a wonderful night.

Bullies are cruel people and should have rotten eggs thrown at them.

The other day I had a dream/nightmare about my childhood bully. YUCK!

Those that know me, know I am a really kind and nice person. Not a mean bone in my body. But I had a bully at a certain point in my life. It was awful. To this day I have ZERO tolerance for bullies and mean people. They basically suck in my opinion. So anyway, back to my bully story.

My mom and step dad had bought a new trailer and moved the family to a tiny trailer park in Leicester when I was around 13. I think I was 13. Could have been 12. Doesn’t matter. That was when I met her! I am not sure her married name now nor do I care. ~giggle~ If you know her, feel free to pass this along to her. In fact it would give me a much needed giggle. She made my life a living hell. I cannot really blame her. Well, yes I can. She lived in a house that wasn’t loving and her parents were mean. What example could she have that would be positive. Well, I guess that is were my family came in. My mom cooked every meal. I had a neat room I suppose. I had a family that was there for me. And grandparents too. She would break into our house when we were home and take my things. Then actually wear them to school. If I was home with my little sister alone and wouldn’t answer the door–she would just open up a window and make herself at home. No joke. I was terrified of her. Not to mention she was a bit bigger than me at the time. All my family shown her was kindness and in return she was abusive and bullied me. What a real winner eh? She made me terrified to ride the bus and get off the bus and make it home. When I eventually got tired of a few things in my home life ~another story to insert here~ I moved in with my dad. Later on with my grandmother when my papaw died. Then I never worried about her. If I saw her at school I just ignored her. She could no longer hurt me after that. Anyway….

Now when I look back I get angry at Katie. There was no need for violence and it achieved her NOTHING. I feel sorry for her. I am sorry her childhood was so awful that I was the brunt of her anger. I hope with her age she gained a peace within herself. I also hope that she taught her kids to behave and not be bullies just like she was.

I don’t hate anyone and I am trying to not hate her. I’d never talk to her again for sure though.

STOP THE BULLIES~The world doesn’t need anymore anger in it.

Monday Already?

I recently said this and I know it is true. If I was sick this way my first pregnancy; I would only have ONE child. I even told my doctor this last week.

I also know why animals eat their young. But I won’t go into detail on this one. I think we all understand that statement once in their life. At least I don’t think I am the only one.


Saturday B & B2 headed up on the parkway for their yearly trip to pick blueberries. Here are a few beautiful pictures, basically from our backyard.





They returned home with lots of blueberries. To which I made homemade blueberry pancakes Sunday morning.

While the men were out in nature us girls hit Target and Carrabba’s for lunch. I had been craving some good pasta since watching Iron Chef the previous week when Mario made some YUMMY looking and I am sure awesome tasting pasta! We we made it back home, I pulled up all my plants and veggies from their pots so I can store them for the season. Know knows if next spring, I’ll have time to plant again.

Well, I hope that everyone has a lovely Monday. :)

A New Study–made me giggle.

A study conducted by UCLA’s Department of Psychiatry has revealed that the kind of face a woman finds attractive on a man can differ depending on where she is in her menstrual cycle.For example: If she is ovulating, she is attracted to men with rugged and masculine features. However, if she is menstruating, or menopausal, she tends to be more attracted to a man with duct tape over his mouth and a spear lodged in his chest while he is on fire.

No further studies are planned at this time.

My HB sent me that the other day and I have wanted to share it but I just haven’t felt like blogging. To which he said, “I miss reading your blogs”.

I haven’t blogged since last Friday. You haven’t missed much I tell you. Let’s see, what have I done?? Slept, been sick in bed, slept, tried to eat, went to a family thing, slept, ~thinking~ went to my first doctor appointment and we saw our new baby, tried to eat again, slept, been getting kids from school in afternoon, took son to orthodontist, slept and cooked dinner past two nights. I forgot to mention we celebrated O’s 2 1/2 birthday with a cake as well. Our way of turning September 11th from a sad moment to a moment to celebrate a life.

That pretty much sums things up.

I do have a bit of news to share. My daddy is getting married in November. And I have to be in the wedding. Pregnant and in a wedding. Could it get any better? Oh wait it does. We have to drive to Pigeon Forge to the Chapel. Me and cars do not mix right now. YUCKY! I am not sure if I will have to wear a grey dress or a blue one. Hmmmm? Which will hide my belly the most by then?

I have mastered driving the new minivan. It isn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I like it now. I sit high up and when I am sitting in car pool, I can hop in the back and veg with O until traffic moves. I can even back it up out of the garage and pull it back in. WITHOUT knocking the mirrors off. LOL

My 13 year old daughter is driving me batty as usual. She has a different BF. She has a new one every week these days. LOL Not only are my hormones bothering me her hormones are driving me crazy as well.

Okay, I am going to go and try to eat something before I get sick and sleep.

Night Night :)

Welcome back to the living….

Good Morning :)

I am up and DRESSED!!! Wow, first time I have done that in awhile. I am actually going to get Lil O out of the house. She is going stir crazy!! Really bad.

I am going to take her to Chuck E Cheese and run this energy off and play games! Then I am going to TRY and digest Indian for lunch. For some reason I am craving it. I hope my body doesn’t let me down.

My doctor called me in this great drug. Zofran for nausea. So far so good. I tell you, I have been the biggest baby around. Worse than a sick MAN! So that tells you something. HA HA! But I will say my HB has been the best. Taking care of me. Bringing me things. He bought me a crossword puzzle book and wants to go to the library for me. Since I am spending lots of time in bed–it’s nice to have something to do while there. Besides cry and sleep.

I need to hit blockbuster and rent some movies to catch up on. Sounds like a plan! I might can do that today after lunch.

Well, I am going to go and wait for my MIL to get here so we can venture out. I hope everyone has a lovely weekend! :)

Sharing something my HB sent me.

Preparation for parenthood…

It’s not just a matter of reading books and decorating the nursery. Here are 12 simple tests for expectant parents to take to prepare themselves for the real-life experience of being a mother or father.

1. Women: To prepare for maternity, put on a dressing gown and stick a pillowcase filled with beans down the front. Leave it there for 9 months. After 9 months, take out 10% of the beans.
Men: To prepare for paternity, go to the local drug store, tip the contents of your wallet on the counter, and tell the pharmacist to help himself. Then go to the supermarket. Arrange to have your salary paid directly to their head office. Go home. Pick up the paper. Read it for the last time.

2. Before you finally go ahead and have children, find a couple who are already parents and berate them about their methods of discipline, lack of patience, appallingly low tolerance levels, and how they have allowed their children to run wild. Suggest ways in which they might improve their child’s sleeping habits, toilet training, table manners, and overall behavior. Enjoy it — it’ll be the last time in your life that you will have all the answers.

3. To discover how the nights will feel, walk around the living room from 5 pm to 10 pm carrying a wet bag weighing approximately 8-12 pounds, with a radio turned to static (or some other obnoxious noise) playing loudly. At 10 pm, put the bag down, set the alarm for midnight, and go to sleep. Get up at 12 and walk around the living room again, with the bag, until 1 am. Put the alarm on for 3 am. As you can’t get back to sleep, get up at 2 am and make a drink. Go to bed at 2:45 am. Get up again at 3 am when the alarm goes off. Sing songs in the dark until 4 am. Put the alarm on for 5 am. Get up. Make breakfast. Keep this up for 5 years. Look cheerful.

4. Can you stand the mess children make? To find out, first smear peanut butter onto the sofa and jam onto the curtains. Hide a piece of raw chicken behind the stereo and leave it there all summer. Stick your fingers in the flower beds, then rub them on the clean walls. Cover the stains with crayons. How does that look?

5. Dressing small children is not as easy as it seems: first buy an octopus and a bag made out of loose mesh. Attempt to put the octopus into the bag so that none of the arms hang out. Time allowed for this: all morning.

6. Take an egg carton, using a pair of scissors and a pot of paint, turn it into an alligator. Now take the tube from a roll of toilet paper. Using only Scotch tape and a piece of foil, turn it into an attractive Christmas candle. Last, take a milk carton, a ping pong ball, and an empty packet of Cocoa Pops and make an exact replica of the Eiffel Tower. Congratulations! You have just qualified for a place on the play group committee.

7. Forget the BMW and buy a station wagon. And don’t think that you can leave it out in the driveway spotless and shining. Family cars don’t look like that. Buy a chocolate ice cream cone and put it in the glove compartment. Leave it there. Get a dime. Stick it in the cassette player. Take a family-size package of chocolate cookies. Mash them into the back seats. Run a garden rake along both sides of the car. There. Perfect.

8. Get ready to go out. Wait outside the bathroom for half an hour. Go out the front door. Come in again. Go out. Come back in. Go out again. Walk down the front path. Walk back up it. Walk down it again. Walk very slowly down the road for 5 minutes. Stop to inspect minutely every cigarette butt, piece of used chewing gum, dirty tissue, and dead insect along the way. Retrace your steps. Scream that you’ve had as much as you can stand until the neighbors come out and stare at you. Give up and go back into the house. You are now just about ready to try taking a small child for a walk.

9. Always repeat everything you say at least five times.

10. Go to your local supermarket. Take with you the nearest thing you can find to a preschool child — a fully-grown goat is excellent. If you intend to have more than one child, take more than one goat. Buy your week’s groceries without letting the goats out of your sight. Pay for everything the goats eat or destroy. Until you can easily accomplish this, do not even contemplate having children.

11. Hollow out a melon. Make a small hole in the side. Suspend it from the ceiling and swing it from side to side. Now get a bowl of soggy Cheerios and attempt to spoon them into the swaying melon by pretending to be an airplane. Continue until half the Cheerios are gone. Tip the rest into your lap, making sure a lot of it falls on the floor. You are now ready to feed a 12-month-old baby.

12. Learn the names of every character from Sesame Street, Barney, and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

When you find yourself singing “I Love You” at work, you finally qualify as a parent.

Coming Out Of The Closet–So To Speak

After weeks of hinting and wanting to talk about it; I am finally going to spill the beans.

I am pregnant again. This will be 4 children in our house! LOL

I have been nauseous and tired. No energy. I have spent the last few weeks in bed, crying and whining. Not to mention my GERD coming back and the acid eating my esophogus. Joy Joy. Being hungry and then afraid to eat. Craving weird things and hating the food I used to love. Just doesn’t seem fair.

My life has been turned upside down and sideways. All in a matter of days. Now weeks. I have a messy dirty house and it frustrates me. I see so much to do and with getting out of bed taking all my energy, I have none for the rest of the day. Not to mention chasing Lil O around and car pool in the afternoon for H & B2. YUCKY!

We finally told everyone. So now I can at least ask for help around the house and with the kids. Our families took it better than we thought and now looking forward to another—the last from me—grandchild.

I was 20 when I first had a baby. Now that I am 33, I can tell my body is protesting. It was much harder having Lil O at 30 and I can tell this one is going to be as rough or more. I am by no means a old lady but birthing babies is meant for younger girls….lol Make sense? For example: Having H at 20 and B2 at 23 was much easier on me than having O at 30 and another at almost 34.

Well, I am going to eat some crackers and whine some more on the couch. I hope everyone has a lovely week..