Busted!

Turns out I was wrong  . . . somebody does read my postings.  Hmm.  Well I guess that will teach me to vent about my husband on the Internet.  Oh well, I'm pretty sure he deserved it.  I have since gotten over it . . . okay, I haven't really gotten over it but I am trying. On the bright side of things, somebody is reading my sad little blog!  I suppose its time I become an entertaining writer.  Good luck with that.
Today I have a bulldog who just wants to play fetch in the house and if it weren't raining outside I probably would never allow it.  But it is raining outside and Winston slamming into furniture and sliding under rugs is cracking me up.  I am all about the double standard BTW, do as I say not as I do.  Anybody else throws the dog toy in the house but me gets in big trouble.  Ahhh, its good to be the boss! 
Isaac is currently tearing apart my sewing machine . . guess I better stop that before I no longer have a sewing machine.  He has also recently discovered rocks.  Rocks according to a 13 month old are the BEST toy ever!  Something tells me my hard wood floors will never be the same.  Oh well, he's happy that's all that really matters.  Right?

Shin Kicking

Today I am FRUSTRATED, and I figure nobody reads this anyway so I am going to vent.  My husband is a JACK NUT!  He can be so insensitive and rude it makes me want to kick him in the shin.  Hard.  Really hard. Really really hard.  Repeatedly.  I go out of my way to not say things that I know will hurt his feelings; do I get the same courtesy?  HECK NO!  For the love of freaking Lloyd, aren't we supposed to have a gentle word for those we love?  Are we not supposed to love unconditionally?  As if.  I would just like to know when eating a salad and a piece of Tilapia became too much?  Half way through my fish my husband asks me "So now you eat more than me?"  WTF?  Seriously?  NOBODY EATS MORE THAN JUSTIN.  Nobody.  So now I'm not eating.  My feelings are hurt, and the thought of food makes me feel bad all over again.  Stupid dirty rotten son of .........

I think somebody should give me a $1,000,000,000,000.  I'm just sayin.  I could and would do big things for my family.  Again.  I'm just sayin.  Yeah, yeah, yeah.  I know nobody is going to give me money, but a girl can wish.

I have been watching the news on Haiti for the past week and am (as all of you are I am sure) devastated for the Haitian people.  The urge to burst into tears is overwhelming and I so badly want to jump on a plane to go help in anyway I can.  But, as you all know I have a beautiful 8 month old baby, what would I do with him?  So going to Haiti is not an option.  But there must be something I can do that would actually make a difference.  I spoke with Justin today about the possibility of adopting a Haitian child.  We certainly don't have much based on American terms, but we have soooo much more than the Haitians right now.  We have a home to offer, we could feed, cloth and love a child who at the moment doesn't have any of those things.  I look at my son and it breaks my heart to think of him in the situation of the Haitian children.  I know I would want somebody to take him in and love him and give he everything they could if I were not here anymore (God forbid).  So, I am praying about it.  It is probably not in the cards for us to adopt at this point.  But we are not going to rule it out without praying about it first.  I will be trusting God to give us this answer.

Mimi . . . stop messing with me.

Justin and I have been kicking around the idea of me going back to work. In theory I'm sorta okay with that. In theory. I've been applying for jobs for a long time now with no phone calls. Until Tuesday. I hung up the phone after scheduling an interview for the following day and didn't really think much about it for the rest of the day. When I woke up the morning of the interview I completely fell apart. I new it would not be easy leaving Isaac behind (although he would be with Grammy) but I never expected to feel as if I had been hit by a train; and this was just an interview. I was sick all day at just the thought of being away from him and missing him and all his 1st's. Poor Justin wasn't sure what to do with me. I did however get a back massage out of my melt down, so I guess there is something to be said for feeling sorry for yourself!
I have not yet heard back from the employer, and am starting to think that I won't. On the one hand I want to know what the heck is wrong with them; why don't they want me? On the other hand I am quite happy about it. Maybe I should seek therapy for my split personality. But I'm afraid I would miss Mimi if she were gone. I'm just sayin.

So I have decided to try my hand at couponing. Yep that's right, I'm gonna be a coupon mom! I'm going to be that person just ahead of you in the check out line fishing for the right coupon! Okay, I promise to be organized. Okay, I promise to try to be organized. So stay tuned, if I figure out how to save a crap load of money I will share my secrets! It's how I roll.
I am also still planning on teaching myself (and by myself I of course mean my mom) to sew. The plan is to make great stuff and sell it on Etsy or somewhere like that. I am also teaching myself (and this time I really do mean myself) to knit, and for those of you keeping tabs . . . its not going great. Turns out I'm not super good with my hands and two needles. Crocheting is way easier. I'm just sayin. But I am still trying in between bottles and diaper changes. And speaking of . . . I smell something suspicious. Gotta go.

Isaac is invited to his 1st party! Woo Hoo!

Isaac was invited to his VERY 1st Halloween party by the Pullmans. And sense it was such an important event we ALL decided to dress up in costumes. That's always a good idea!
Who is that under that snout? Oh good Lord its ME! Is that Miss Piggy in drag?
Look at that cute little chicken! I just want to squeeze him and those cheeks! A certain little chicken got his second tooth on Halloween, now he has two shiny pearly whites. Isaac really wanted to take Winston out dressed up as an egg, but Winston would have been more like Humpty Dumpty by the end of the night; you know, that whole bulldog in a china shop scenario.


Woman! Bring me my Super Suit!
Justin made a perfect Mr. Incredible. Laughed out loud when I 1st saw him!













Grammie is a good chicken farmer.