Note to Self

Look in the mirror before you go to work in the morning. Or at least don't dress in a dark closet.

A nasty truck driver just came in and was staring at my boobs. I thought it was strange considering I am am wearing a t-shirt and a hoodie half zipped. My tee is cut high, so no cleavage. Well, I just looked in the bathoom mirror. I am not wearing the shirt I though I was. I thought I was wearing a white tee, but I am wearing a white pajama tee that is completely see through. You can see my entire bra. Very nice Misty. Oh so classy.



Good lord.

HoHum

I am so tired! The girls wore me out tonight. I don't think my butt touched any surface for at least 6 hours. Sheeeesh. I finally just ate a bowl of cereal for dinner and it's 9:30. It was darned good.
Brad is fishing. Surprise! I hope he's having fun, because I am not, hahaha! Just kidding. I enjoy my quiet time with the girls. The house just seems to suffer. Oh well! I hope he does well in the tournament. Bring home the bacon BABY!

I'm worried about Ryan, but what can you do? He'll figure it out. I just gotta keep offering help, and he will come to me when he needs it. I'm missing Julie bigtime. Those poor babies have been sick, sick, but they are getting better. My life feels a little off right now with all of these changes, but it'll get back into it's rythym soon.

Good news is that there were lots of big giant tractors and trucks at the park site up the street. They are finally starting!!! I can't wait. :)

Jabberjaws

I want to know where Payton gets the things that have been coming out of her mouth lately. Here's a little list, so I never forget just how funny she is!


1. She thinks Drew's penis is a "really long belly button". The girl won't stop talking about it either!
2. She wants to bake me a pie. A poop pie. A "warm poop pie with poop, burps and toots inside". Yum.
3. I cannot call her by any other name than Payton. She is not honey, baby, sweetie, girlie.......when I call her something else, she informs me "I am not ______, I am Payton Horack-Girl!".
4. She is not tired. She is never tired, she just rubs her eyes and yawns constantly because "it makes her feel better."
5. Past Saturday was NOT St. Patrick's Day according to Payton (Horack-Girl). Spongebob's best friend does NOT have a special day of his own.


That's all for now.

It's so easy!

I pick what I want, I add it to my "shopping cart" and I click my way through the instructions and WA-LA!!!, new stuff I don't need it on it's way to my door! I didn't even break a sweat! (Which is unusual for my hormonal post-baby making self right now!) Brad's gonna be surprised. HAHAHA!

Oh well....

We aren't getting our new house. At least not right now. The guy backed out. I sensed he was a flake from the beginning, but I was hoping I was wrong. All I can do is take this as a sign that it wasn't the right time for us. In reality, I do love our house. I love our neighborhood, our neighbors, our pool, living so close to Julie and Jason...so it's all really ok. :)

Fingers crossed.....

I am talking a lot tonight. (It may be the cold medication.) I just want to put this out there. I WANT THIS NEW HOUSE!!!! The opportunity arose, coincidences occured......I gotta believe it's all meant to be. We shall see!!!!!!

A breath....

...of fresh air. My girls. After that last blog, I gotta get happy thoughts going again. Let's brag.....

Payton. Yay Payton!!!! No potty accidents happening. She's is really responding to her Potty Chart. I'm proud, she's proud...even Ellie claps for her big sister! Payton is such a funny kid. She's starting t-ball Saturday. I can't wait. She is so excited. Her boyfriend Drew is playing too. Everything that comes out of her mouth is so funny--and it's like it's intentional. She wants us all to laugh! Tonight, I had onion rings with my dinner. She wants a bite, of course. So I give her one. She says "mmm" a first, then tastes the onion, and gives it right back to me and says, "Mom!!! That's not yum, yucky salad is hiding in there!" Ha! Silly goose.

Ellie. My sweet, sweet girl. She's spunky. That's the best word for her. She's all smiles until she's a little bit annoyed, then WATCH OUT! The girl can turn on the tears in an instant. She's still a momma's girl. She follows me around and doesn't let me get much done, which can be tough, but she's only little once. I hae nothing more important than her and her sister going on around here anyway. I'm always looking for an excuse to finish the laundry or dishes later. Ellie is quite the little cuddlebug though. I love hugging and kissing on her. And she still lets me, which is a huge plus. I like to hug and kiss Payton too, but I gotta work for it, lol. I am excited to see how much Ellie grows this year. She's becoming quite a special little gal.

He made me do it.

I hate to complain, I really, really do. I wholeheartedly believe that the more I complain, the worse I feel. So I try not to do it. But, as usual, to no one's surprise, my disgraceful daddy-o has managed to get me bitching again. Score one for dickhead.
I don't have the energy to go into specifics. We haven't had any contact since his last major retard move in August of last year. All of a sudden I am getting gifts for the girls in the mail. Stupid gifts. They are BABIES mister!!!! What the hell does Ellie need a stamp collection for? She ain't gonna write letters to you. The only thing she'd want to do with stamps is eat them. By the way, her name is ELLIE. Not Leah, not Eli, not Elle....

Sad. I'm done. Again.