Wednesday, January 31, 2007

As if I wasn't already obsessed enough...

Good God... Has anyone besides me seen the new pictures of Daniel Radcliffe (the kid who plays Harry Potter)? I think I piddled myself a little when I saw them... Here you take a look:

As if I wasn't already waiting on pins and needles for not only the next movie, but the last book as well. Now you want to go and throw out these H.O.T.T. new pics. *Yes, I do realize that I am an adult with a child of my own, with a somewhat unhealthy obsession with a kid's movie and book series... LET ME BE PEOPLE. :)* Now, please excuse me while I go clean the drool off my face and desk. Enjoy!

Thursday, January 25, 2007

5 Random Facts

Okay I was tagged by The Rantings of Deb So this too shall be fun!! 5 Facts...

**Once you have been tagged, you have to write a blog with 5 facts about yourself. Then choose 4 people you want to tag and list their names. Then leave a comment on their blog letting them know they’ve been tagged.**

  1. I love, love, LOVE to sing. Ever since I was a little girl, I have been singing my little heart out. When I was younger I always dreamed of becoming a country singer, but have never followed through. Many family members and friends are always telling me to go to Nashville or American Idol, but I always refuse. I fear that someone will tell me that all the people in my life have just been lying to me all these years. So I will just stick to making all my family, friends, and poor people stuck at a red light with me listen to me sing.
  2. I am very claustrophobic. I'm talking to the point that I will walk my fat ass up 75 flights of stairs before getting into a packed elevator. I keep at least one window rolled down in my car at all times, so that I can feel the fresh air, no matter the weather. Odd, yes I know.
  3. I will never own a mini-van. I despise the things. And to be honest with you, I really don't have a logical reason why.
  4. You will never fine me living in a big city. I am a small town girl. Don't get me wrong, I like to visit the big cities from time but I can never live in one. I am deathly afraid of getting lost.
  5. I am horrified at the thought of being embarrassed. People, listen to me... I close up like a clam at even the thought of something that could even remotely be considered embarrassing to me. It's actually pretty scary how afraid of this I am.
There you go, five random facts about me. I tag:

I have another post I am working on. I hope to have it finish today, but it might not get posted until tomorrow. Just give you a heads up, it's very inquisitive and about Carl. Until then... *muah*

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

The things we do for family....

As you can tell by the title my family, and the things I do for them, has come into play recently. We all know how near and dear to my heart the Bundy family is. They are my family, my heart, my laughter, and my loves, but sometimes the things I do for them is beyond measure. No, I am not talking about financially or emotionally. I am talking about one of the most dreaded and draining things. Yep, you got it... kid's birthdays. Say it with me... UGH! My beloved goddaughter/niece Kelly turned 7 on Monday, and being that her actual birthday was on a Monday she had her party this past Saturday. Let me tell you, I love this kid. I love her like she was my own and want her to be happy and healthy, so I usually volunteer to help with anything that concerns her, the same as the Bundy's do with Jerrod. So when Pegs told me that they were getting ready for her party and that she wanted a Hawaiian/Beach/Hula themed party I jumped on board to offer any assistance I could. I mean, we are in Paradise, on a well known coast how hard could that be right? HA HA HA, apparently pretty hard. Not only was it like finding a needle in a haystack for Hawaiian themed party favors and decorations, but to find a cake was nearly impossible. Peg being the ever amazing craft person that she is decided that she could do the cake herself. I had all the faith in the world in her, because let's admit... the girl is good guys. The plan for the weekend was to come home Friday, bake the cakes and go ahead and decorate them so that Saturday morning all we had to do was get up, get everyone ready, and go buy the hamburgers, hot dogs, and other miscellaneous items for the cookout. Again I say, that was the plan... here's how it actually went.

Friday afternoon Pegs told me that she wanted me and Al to take the kiddies to dinner and to get a movie so that she could do what she needed to with the cakes without them running around. I said no problem, and leave work to go get the kids and pick up the kitchen so she has all the room she needs. She normally gets off at 5 pm, but at 6 she was still there. She asks me to go ahead and start the cake process. Let me stop here and explain something to you all... I burn water people. I'm not kidding... all the culinary skills in my family went to my brother. I can't cook anything, unless it is microwavable, and even then it's kind of sketchy. What I can do however, is mix things. If it has directions and needs a whisk or beater of some kind, I am your girl. What happens after the mixing is where I get a little weary. I digress... I start putting the mixes together, butter and flour the pans, and pour everything in. Hmm... no one bothered to tell me that you should only fill a pan or muffin tins half way or they won't cook. (Look, I told you I couldn't cook, stop shaking your heads at me.) Needless to say, I ruined both batters and we had to make and emergency call to the local grocery store to see if they had any cakes baked without icing at 6:30 pm on a Friday night. Luckily for us they did. After picking up the cakes, and grabbing some dinner out we proceed back to the house to start the decoration portion of this extravaganza. We had talked about at dinner that Al and I would get the kids bathed and ready for bed while Peg started the icing and such. Al and I did our best to keep the kids quiet and out of her way, which keeps us all in her good graces. Fast forward to about 8:30, 9 o'clock; Pegs starts asking for help. Being the power mixer and color coordinator that I am, she asks me to mix together some colors for the beach, water, and grass skirt portions of the cake. During all of this icing fest people are getting a little contact sugar high and it turns into a sugar induced laugh fest. Here... let me just show you...(Warning: This may induce hysterical laughter and/or snorting. Be careful if eating or drinking.)

This is Peg's tongue. Beautiful isn't it?!?? Notice that the icing has not only affected her tongue, but her teeth as well.

This is Al's tongue. Al's is a combination of grass skirt green icing as well as the aerosol blue spray icing. It's such a gorgeous shade of teal, isn't it?!?

This is my tongue. It's not quite as festive as theirs, but let me tell you... by the time the night was over it was a much more glorious shade of teal than even Al's was.

Let me give everyone out there a little hint or two about icing. Do not, I repeat DO NOT spray the aerosol icing directly onto your tongue or in closed area. It will induce certain loopy and crazy feelings and behavior. Let's not forget that to be so creative, you must make sure that you have at least 10 to 15 bowls at the ready for all the different icing adventures. Thankfully, the Bundy household survived with only having to do two loads in the dishwasher. Even with all of the highs Pegs managed to produce the most kick ass beach scene cake I have ever seen! Not to mention the most adorable hula girl ever!! I don't have a picture of the cake, but I do have one of the hula girl. Way to go Pegs... you made that little girls birthday everything she could have ever wanted!

Before the flowers were done...

Just look at the detail of that skirt! Amazing!

The final look (below). I am not kidding you guys, Peg amazes me with what she can do. If you look real close in some of the pictures you can see some of the numerous bowls that came into play that night. But let me tell you... if you ever need any ideas or how-to's on a Hawaiian party you now know who to call.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

What did you think I was putting you out for?

Hello all! It's that time of week again for an update. The past week or so has been crazy but here is a quick catch up for all of you. I hope everyone had a great weekend!

Friday- Al's Birthday!! Happy birthday Al! I picked Jerrod up from school and then Kelly. Al was at home taking a nap, so I got the kids ready and then woke him to head out to Paradise Beach. We met up with Peg, her CIB (cute indian boy), Dane, and some of Al's friends from the shoe store. He had a great time hanging out with everyone and he did a very interesting Chicken dance (See pic!) After that we all headed back to the house to play some games and for fun to be had by all... lol.

Saturday- Time for a Road Trip! We got all of us loaded into the car to head to a friend of ours baby shower. We left at 11 am to be there by 1 pm, we knew it was going to be a while as it was across state lines to the shower. Well after a ticket (Read: No... I will not explain and so help Peg if you spill this one....), a stop at Tarje' (That's Target for you Northerners... he he he), and getting stuck behind the slllllllllllllloooooooowwwwwwest driver in the world, we finally made it. We arrived safely at the shower at 2 pm. Yep.. just an hour late. We were doing good! Let me stop here and thank Al properly. That poor man not only had to accompany us to this shower, but got left with Kelly and Jerrod when the co-ed baby shower suddenly became women inside only, men in the front yard. He watched the kids for almost 2 hours by himself, so Thank You Al! Yes, we know that we owe you for that. Finally we left and had to stop by a friend of Peg's to see the newest addition to the Bundy family. Meet Sophie...Isn't she adorable??! Yeah, I thought so too.... that was until I was informed that I was going to be the one to potty train her. Why, you may ask. Well I was told that I was chosen because I have raised dogs all of my life, I have trained dogs with my mother, and even groomed dogs. So I guess that puts me on the top of the list to train the newest member of the family. Hey... maybe I can train Sophie and Jerrod together... hmmm.. that's some food for thought. But, I digress... After seeing Sophie we went to a local Mexican (Read: OMG delicious!!) where the Bundy's partook in a couple of Margaritas. I love you Pegs, but oh girl... you have to get your tolerance back up! From there we went back to the house and made some daiquiris, Pegs went to bed, and Al convinced me to watch 'See No Evil' with him. Don't get me wrong, I love horror movies, but this was just flat out G.O.R.Y.

Sunday- After convincing Peg and Al that they wanted Village Inn for breakfast, we spent the next four hours shopping for Kelly's birthday party this coming weekend. Let me tell you, finding stuff for a Hawaiian/Beach/Tropical themed party in the middle of January is not as easy as you would think in a beach location. Sure there were grass skirts and lays (he he he.. i said lay, that always cracks me up.), but there wasn't anything that could really be used for a 7 year olds birthday party. We ended up finding some cute things and some kick ass ideas for a cake, OK well for the cake that Peg is going to make because I would destroy it. After that we met up with Dane for a family birthday dinner for Al at Peg's parents house.

Overall, it wasn't an exciting weekend as just slam packed busy. Although there was some great times had and memories made. If only I could actually relax one weekend... ahh, the good ol' days. :)
*Title of post from 'Irreplaceable' by Beyonce... more explanation on that one at a later time...*

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Addict Vs. Goddess

After playing a little game, anonymously mind you, at a friend’s blog, I have started to remember/think about my own promiscuity. Way back, before children and marriages I was promiscuous. I am not proud of this by any means, but I have never been one to deny it either. It was a learning phase, not only about sex and my body, but about me and what I thought of myself. It was a time for exploration, also. I know now and knew somewhat at the time, that I was looking for male attention. Having been a ‘big’ girl for most of my life, it was a way to find approval and confidence in myself. Or, at least that’s what I told myself. In all actuality, it was a poor way of giving me approval in my own head. If I could get the guy (and a very few times, the girl), then I was just as good as any other girl out there. As the years have gone on, I have become less of a sex addict and more of a sex goddess. Let me explain that. At the age of 14 I began the never ending battle of 'just let me put the head in.' I held out until I was 17 before I finally lost my virginity. From then until I got married at 23, I accumulated many sexual partners. (What?!? Did you really think I was going to tell you? LOL... uhm.. No.) In that 6 year span I had an on again off again 3 year relationship, yet still managed to rack up quite a number, hence the sex addict phase. I had my first son, Jayce, at 22; I got married at 23, and had my second son, Jerrod, at 24. Since all of this, I have entered what I call the sexual goddess phase. This means, that I rarely have sex, but when I do watch out because the heavens are going to rock. I much prefer one partner that I can be comfortable with as opposed to the addict phase where I was with multiple partners at a time. Since July of 2005, when Steve and I split I have had only 3 partners. This may seem like a lot to some, but in all actuality it’s not, at least considering my past anyway. There are still times where the self confidence waivers and I want to just have random sex with some random person, but in general I think I have completely moved past the addict phase. Does/was anyone else like this? If so, what are your thoughts on it today? Have you moved past it? Do you find yourself wanting to slide back into what is comfortable when things change or get tough?

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Stupidity, packing, and ... oh yeah, vomit.....

First of all, let me say Thank you to Pegs. She nominated one of my blog entries for a BlogMommy thing and my entry made the cut. Thanks Sis! Love ya!

OK, now on to the news... I would like to say that the last week has been over run by wonderful dates, exciting news, and busy days, but I can't. While there has been some news, I wouldn't call it all that exciting and there has been busy days, but honestly I would rather have not had them the way they turned out. Here's a little time line to catch you all up....

*Warning- this could be a long one... get your snacks ready*

Wed. Jan. 3- My darling Pegs announced to the world that I was seeing someone. After that I received a lot of questions and the day proceeded as normal. That night Jerrod and I had dinner with Al and then stayed the night with Pegs and him. At about one in the morning I hear Jerrod stumble out of bed and head my way. This is not all that unusual as he is not that great of a sleeper. What did surprise me is that when he got to me he proceeded to vomit on the floor right beside me... yeah not a great way to be awoken that early in the morning. I got him all cleaned up, made sure it wasn't going to happen again and put him back to bed. About the time that I am heading back towards dreamland I feel a funny rumble... oh shit, not me too... Yep, it was my turn. Needless to say I never got back to my lovely dreams that I adore so much.

Thurs. Jan. 4- I decide that after the painful night we both had that I would take the day off and keep Jerrod home with me so we could both recuperate. Hoping that it was a 24 hour little bug, and having been through the stomach bugs with him many times, we head to our house to get better. Jerrod is handling this one a lot better than myself. While he is jumping around and wanting to eat everything in sight, I am laying on the couch wishing I could die. Let me mention, this is all in between some very sexy texts that Carl has been sending me all day. We had originally planned on getting together this night to spend a little quality time. I inform him that we are sick and that it probably wouldn't be a good idea, needless to say I wasn't exactly happy with all the sex texts on this day. (Read: Was pissed that even though I was dying, he was worried about having sex. Can we say, strike one?) The day goes on and I get Jerrod ready for bed, he seems to have recuperated just fine and dandy, and I am starting to feel a little better.

Fri. Jan. 5- Wake up to a normal day, both are feeling better and ready to go on with our day to day routines. Friday comes and goes, without too much going on. As usual I spend most of my work day fielding calls, calculating invoices and receipts, writing contracts, and talking to Pegs online. This is where the day took and interesting twist. You all know that I am a single mother, with little to no help from Steve. Well be that as it may, I struggle... yeah big surprise right? Yeah, didn't think so... I struggle with bills and rent, with food and gas, with just about everything, so Pegs and Al mentioned a while back that Jerrod and I should/could move in with them. This would not only get me back on my feet, but also help them out with money and care for Kelly. I told them I would think about it and pretty much left it at that. Every once in a while one of them would bring it up and I would just push it off again. Not because I didn't think I needed the help, or didn't very much appreciate the offer and the fact that they care enough to help, but because to me it's admitting defeat. It's admitting that I can't live and raise a child on my own. It's admitting that I need help and that's always been a hard pill for me to swallow. Well, after pushing the landlord off again and praying that I will continue to have power for one more paycheck, I started giving their offer a little more thought. I decided that I would take them up on their offer, so we got together and talked about some of it. We ended up staying the night, and at about midnight Pegs and I hear Jerrod cough, and then cough again. Al gets up to check on him and tells me that there is vomit all over him and the bed. Weird right? Yeah, I thought so too. He had been fine all day Thursday and up until that point on this day too. I get him all cleaned up, they get the room cleaned up and we all go back to what we had been doing. (Keep in mind, it was only happening once, there was no fever and hardly any butt issues.)

Sat. Jan. 6- We all wake up, go about our normal business and everything is fine. Nothing too exciting happens, we went to my parents for dinner, and Jerrod seems to be fairing well again.

Sun. Jan. 7- (Happy Birthday to my Mom!!) Wake up to poo everywhere. And I mean everywhere! There is poo in his bed, on his pillow, running down his leg and a few drops from his bed to mine. Yeah, it was not the way I imagined waking up. I immediately put him in the bath and get him cleaned up, then I start the clean up on the rest of the house. After that, it's a normal day. We hang out and just kind of laze around. That night we head to Peg and Al's again, for the last discussion on the moving in together thing. Night, again, normal. Everyone goes to bed, yeah I am pretty sure you can guess what happened. He vomited again! I start freaking out, wondering if we are passing it back and forth, or if it is something in the Bundy house, or whatever else bad it could be.

Mon. Jan. 8- Never did really get back to sleep, but I got Jerrod up and get him ready for school. I, with the help of my mother, Pegs, Al, and myself, decide that it is time to go to the doctors. I go ahead and take Jerrod to school and go to work myself. I call Steve to see if he ever put Jerrod on his insurance like he said he was going to. Yes my children, Hell has frozen over. He put my son on his insurance. So, I called and made an appointment with a new doc for Jerrod. I took off half a day so that I could meet up with my mom for some assistance and then to meet up with Steve to get the insurance card. I then picked up Jerrod from school and we went to the doc. The doc said that it was just a stomach bug, and because I kept thinking he was better and was giving him the food that he wanted it kept flaring up again. So needless to say we are both on a soft diet for the next week or so to make sure this stuff is gone completely.

So there you go, my last week in a quick run down. Did you all notice that I only mentioned Carl once? Yeah, that's about all I have talked to him. He has sent me some texts here and there, but other than that it's gone cold again. I don't get it, but I am just taking it day to day. Hope you all had a better week than I did... I am off to catch up on you guys now. *muah*

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Thank you Pegs.....

Well, most of you that read my blog either found me through Peg or read her also, so I thought some explanations might be in order. (Read: I am going to kick her ass from here to North Jersey for letting the cat out of the bag!)

Yes, there is a new boyfriend. ::Insert shock and awe here::

Trust me, this is news to me the same as it is you. I have been talking to this guy for a while now, but honestly didn't think it was going anywhere. That is the reason I haven't mentioned him, well that and I didn't want to jinx anything. It wasn't because I didn't want things to progress, just because we are both so busy. Carl, yes that's new guy, is a foreman on a construction crew for a local military base. He is also a fire fighter (Read: Tall, dark, and HOTT!). So to say that he is busy is kind of an understatement. But then again, I am just as busy with my job and Jerrod. Oh, and let's not forget that he lives about an hour away from me. So, needless to say it's been a little difficult. We have been on one, yes one, date. It was a great first date though. He took me to lunch and the conversation didn't get awkward or die. It was good. He asked if he could see me again, and asked if he could kiss me. He generally calls when he says he is going to call, or apologizes when he doesn't. He understands that Jerrod is first in my life no matter what. Hell, he even called me on Christmas from his family's house in Georgia. He is very respectful, it's kind of odd... let me explain. Most of the guys here in Paradise are not respectful of women. You would think that being from the South they would be more gentlemen like, but alas.. no. Most of them are out for sex or money, but Carl seems to be different.

What can I say, I am happy, yet still reserved. He is a good guy and I am just taking it as it comes to me. But here's to hoping! What a way to start off a new year!! *muah*


Marci's got a boyfriend......don't tell her I told you....