Leftovers Anyone?

So, I found a new MeMe….Friday Night Leftovers!  How cool is that?  I figured I would play along since all you have to do is link up and share the random thoughts swimming in your head…and yes, we all know I have tons of those, yes??

Link on up if you’d like…over at Sippy Cups!

 

 

My Random Thoughts from This Morning….and just about every morning for that matter…..

Can someone please tell me how the furkle I am supposed to get a crazy-ass puppy in her cage and TWO little monsters out the door in a timely manner each morning so I can start my work day??

Seriously….I leave the Little Man in his crib for as long as I can because I dread hearing, “I don’t wanna go to Bobbie’s.  Are we home??”  Yes, these are his exact words.  Bobbie is the babysitter and I don’t think there is anything wrong with her…it’s just not where Little Man wants to be. 

Lil Lady gets her own boots on while I have one more smoke in the bathroom take a moment to collect my wits before I get the Little Man up. 

I get Lil Lady’s coat on.  Fill the treat ball for the crazy puppy.  I have to have something to throw into her cage as we make our mad dash out the door before she starts yapping.  I canNOT stand the yapping and whining as I go out the door.  That includes yapping and whining from ANY ONE….including the spouse.

I get Lil Lady’s coat on.

I get Little Man out of his crib.

“I don’t wanna go to Bobbie’s.  Are we home?”  Got his coat on…his hat….he got his boots on.  I take the boots off and put them on the right feet…..

Me:  “Man, we are home right now but we ARE going to Bobbie’s.”

Pouty face starts.  Crocodile tears fill up in his big eyes.

“I don’t wanna go to Bobbie’s.  Are we home???”

Oh Dear me….”Man, we are going to Bobbie’s and then we will be home later, after I work.”

Coats are on, treat ball is ready to roll…Cali puppy is jumping around us trying to get the treat ball….Manny goes one way, Lil Lady goes the other….I try to get them lined up at the door while I throw the treat ball in and latch the door on the crate.

Shit, I’m sweating….out the door we go!!!  Whooohooooo!

Fuck….forgot my coat…..it freezing out!!   Yep….it’s winter-ish outside….I’m not used to wearing a coat yet, even with the kazilliion inches of snow we received this week.

At the garage door they wait while I go back in for my coat….

 

 

I get Little Man secured in his car seat.

“I don’t wanna go to Bobbie’s.  Are we home??????”

Oh Lord….”Man…..gimme a break, will ya???”

Lil Lady pipes in….”Mom….I gotta pee….”

WTF??  Seriously?  Do you think you could have mentioned that BEFORE the coats were on?  BEFORE the puppy was caged??  BEFORE I had your little brother secure in his car seat with the car running to warm up???  Do YA THINK that might have been helpful, Lil Lady???

 

Tapping my foot….tap…tap….tap…..Oh dear me, I will die a million kazillion times if Little Man has gotten out of his car seat……

Seriously…..

It takes a good half hour to get OUT of the house….another 15 minutes in the garage getting them buckled in….

Another 5 as I rearrange my shit on the front seat because I must have OCD or something but everything has to be just so…..

And then….the whole way there……”do we go this way?”   “no, it’s this way!”….”No!!!  THIS way!!!”  ”how do you know??”  “Because I am 4!  and you are 2!”   “Oh…I yam a big boy.” 

Lil Lady says, “Bobbie’s is THIS way!!!”

“I don’t wanna go to Bobbie’s.  Are we home??”

Yep, Little Man…you are my big boy.  And Lil Lady…You are 4 but do you have to remind Manny where we are going???

And THIS, my dear friends, happens EVERY morning.  How does everyone else do it?  Is it possible to get out of the house any quicker than this?  Do you have mornings that can compare to my chaos?

And everyone wonders why the first place my car goes after leaving the house is HERE:

 

Caribou Coffee Drive-Through

 

It’s a No-Brainer!!

Have a great Weekend!!

PINT-Snow Style!

PINT with That One Mom over at Only Parent Chronicles….

 

So, it’s Christmas-time.  Whoop-de-doopty-fucking-do!!  Ahhhhhhh!  I tried and tried to get in the spirit this past weekend.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And, last but not least….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ok…now that we’ve got that straight, I have to put on all the winter-ish garb, try to plow through the snow in my driveway, slide myself on over to the school to pick up my daughter and her friend (because we recently lost our busses due to levy failure), dodge all the other parents out there trying to pick up their children and stay out of the way of the students out there probably driving for the first time in the snow, and then head on over to pick up the short people from the babysitters.

Yep, that’s how I roll on a blustery Tuesday afternoon!

 

Happy PINT!!

Christmas Spirit Where Are You?

Thanksgiving is over and now comes the fucking rush spendid time that leads up to Christmas.

I’m sorry folks, I’m just not feeling it.  Today it snowed.  Yipee.  Yep….Lil Lady was thrilled, and when I say “thrilled” I mean to the point of getting-her-gloves-and-her-hat-on-and-forgetting-her-coat-and-running-outside-to-play-in-the-quarter-inch-that-dusted-the-deck kind of THRILLED! 

Me?  Not so  much.  It’s cold out side.  It’s blowing nasty winds that burn my sinuses.  I don’t see the beauty of the snow like Lil Lady.  I saw everything DEAD…

My dead clematis….

 

 

Chairs stacked because it’s too cold to sit outside…my dead passion flowers (more like ABSENT passion flowers due to the crazy-ass puppy eating them)….

 

 

Lil Lady’s dead plant….Yes, even Miss Perky Pants Lilli noticed this one… 

 

 

Despite the awesome job Mr. Sake did on the Christmas lights outside…..

 

 

….I just don’t have the spirit.  I am forcing myself to listen to Delilah…..106.5 FM I think….All. Day. Long. Christmas. Music.  I find myself singing along out of habit.  I chuckle at the silly songs, but most of all I cry at the sad songs…

“I’ll be home for Christmas….”

“I’ll have a Blue Christmas without you….”

“Christmas Shoes…..”

and most of all…..”Someone is Missing at Christmas” by Anne Cochran.

 

 

I have endured many losses….but….I miss my Mom the most.  She’s been gone for SIX years and there’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think of her.  Not a day that I wish I had her to call when something stupid happens, or something bad, or something GOOD…..

I miss her.

I cringe when I hear how people fight with their parents.  How the children these days don’t have the relationship that I had with my Mom.  How the children these days don’t even WANT a relationship with their parents.  Why is that? 

My Mom was my best friend.  Not in the way that she was ONLY my friend either.  She was also my Mother.  She grounded me, she yelled when she needed to, she sent me to my room if necessary….but she loved me, and I KNEW this.  We talked every EVERY day.  Her passing was the absolute worst thing I’ve ever been through.  To this day I can go to the cemetary and place flowers on the gravesites of all my lost loved ones…but when it comes to my Mom….I can’t walk away without crying. 

She was a one-of-a-kind.  Beautiful….inside and out.

 

 

Mr. Sake’s parents are also gone….I never got the opportunity to meet them.  It’s sad….Our children have a Papa who is present, yet busy with his own life.  I often wish he was more involved with them.  My oldest has her Grandparents (my late spouse’s parents) but they live in Florida and visit once or twice a year.

So, as I go through the holiday season….wishing I still had my Mom….I am trying and TRYING to see the positive in what I have in my life now.  I’m not talking “possessions”…nope, not at all….

Because….

 

 

 

I have people.

The Teen

 

The Little Man

 

  Lil Lady

 

For Pete’s Sake….I have THIS GUY:

 

This is who I fell in love with, and despite his ability to make me insane on any given day little quirks….I still love him.  Despite the fact that he often forgets to take out the trash until I freak when I can’t put not one more piece of crap in the can is a little forgetful….I STILL love him.  Even though he snores like a muther trucker he has sinus issues….I love him….I just push his ass on over at least 15 times a night gently nudge him to roll over a few times here and there.  I love him.  As crazy as that makes me…it’s true. 

 

I have this one….

My Big Sis

 

And I have this one…

 

No…I don’t have Tina Turner…but my BFF is named Tina….it just so happens that SHE does not like her picture taken, let alone POSTED!

 

And of course……

 

Blaine – Caribou Coffee Entrepreneur

(My personal White Chocolate Mocha No-Whip Maker)

 

You see?  I. Have. People.

I have them HERE….on this earth….

….and I have them HERE…..

 

 

….and I carry each and every one of them HERE….

 

 

….In my Heart.

I can do this.

I can get through the holidays with my people. 

It’s ok to feel the sadness for those that are not here but I need to not shut down and forget about the one’s that ARE here.

I am blessed.

I have to remember that.

 

A day late, but I’m linking up with Shell over at Things I Can’t Say for Pour Your Heart Out….I feel it’s appropriate, don’t you?

Fess Up? Oh Fawk It!

Seriously, I had a Friday Confessional post ready to go and the un-named blogger Glamazon somehow failed to post her meme this week.  So what if it was Thanksgiving and she was probably knee deep in turkey and dressing…..What the Hell?  Oh wait…that’s a whole other meme from Blue Monkey Butt for Wednesdays…..(Glam, you are forgiven….I’m just missin ya is all)

So, what did I do?  I decided to go with J and Christy with FAWK YOU! Friday!!  Ha!  Appropriate??  

 

 

I over-indulged for Thanksgiving.  I ate turkey and fudge and ham and sweet potatoes and fudge and bean salad and pie and fudge and and AND!!  Wait…did I mention I ate fudge??  Yep….I did….a bit too much fudge.

FAWK IT…I’m still full.  But…if there was any more fudge left, you can bet it would find it’s way into my mouth! 

 

FAWK YOU, FUDGE!  May you R. I. P.

 

 

This week was pretty rotten.  PMS or not, I had a few meltdowns.

I called my doc and promised him I would stop stalking him if he would call me in something to help me calm my ass down.  I confess that I asked for Nicotrol AND Wellbutrin…told him I wanted to quit smoking.  Knowing that Wellbutrin is also used for depression (shhhhhhhhh!) I figured I might kill two birds with one stone.  Or…maybe just one, but hopefully it will be the right one!

 

FAWK YOU, Wellbutrin!  I took ONE pill this morning and I’ve had a splitting headache all fucking day!  You know the kind…you bend over and it’s throb throb throb.  Or you turn your head and it’s throb throb throb.  Or you even blink….yeah, pretty much sucks!

I admit that I was wayy way WAY disappointed that there were NO COMMENTS on my spouse’s post….yeah, the one where he decided to rat me out and  TELL ALL SECRETS. 

 

WHAT THE FAWK, commenters??

 

So sad….so very sad.  (Seriously…get him off my back and comment, would ya???) 

I’m getting worried that my 144 followers are just little square pictures at the top of my blog and that they really don’t come back to read.  Why is that??  I admit…I’m a tad bit emotional about this.  sniffle sniffle….

See the reason for the Wellbutrin plea??  Yeah, fawk you , too!  (delivered with the utmost respect, of course)

 

Happy Friday!

 

 

Pete’s Tell-All Secrets Post

POST #3 by Pete

Some people have asked so I thought I would share a secret…..or five.

I’ll bet nobody knew that Mrs. Sake …………..

………… She ………………… backseat of the car ………… We…………

and wearing glasses ……………………..in bed!!!!! ……..WOW!!!!

I couldn’t believe it!!!!!!     And the kids, let me tell you

that  ………… toys and games. Ugh. …………..    We

always……………the dog. ……………. Never……………….. 

………………  and I have ………………………….

no matter what ……… birdcage .………… vacuum. 

WOULD YOU BELIVE THAT??!!

 

NOT!!!!!!

Thanks for reading!

 

Ah-hem……So….apparently Mr. Sake thought he’d sneak one past me.  I may or may not have edited this post from….ummmm…let’s say like right after the first sentence….

I may also have edited the pic. 

As you may have already realized, no blog post gets past my “proof reading”. 

Booyah!!

 

Who wears the pants, baby???  Huh??  Who wears DA PANTS???

Happy Wednesday!!