{ keep hanging on }

Saw this quote today, and thought I'd share it:

I loved it too much to not make a free printable.  Feel free to print it off this 8x11 quote. I'm going to, for a daily reminder during the rest of this pregnancy. :) -xoxo

{ christmas is coming and i am getting fat }

Christmas is almost here, and I am doing my yearly ritual of turning the radio station or using my handy 'skip' feature on Pandora when Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer starts playing.

And I only have 3 more months left 'till baby #3 comes!  No, I don't dance interpretive jigs when I'm in my 3rd trimester.  But I would if I could. ;)

I've finally finished my neighbor gifts, and I'm doing these again this year:

Peppermint mallows + hot cocoa instructions and label here.

Today I have the HUGE goal of putting the last of the Christmas decoration boxes back in the garage, only to be pulled out again in a few weeks.  Seriously, this is a problem.  And I keep tripping over the dang box.  You'd think I would have put it away a while back, but you see, I just finished putting up the last of the decorations a couple days ago.  I ROCK.

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{ updates }

{and yet, probably not}

Oh, dear readers, has it been that long since I've last blogged?

I guess it has...

Why have I abandoned Mean Mommy Academy these past couple months?  Let's blame it on life, pregnancy and THE BRAIN.

I've lost it.

My mind, that is.  I can't think like a normal human being anymore.  And the sad thing is, I am fully aware that I have lost my mind.  It would be different if I was blissfully unaware that I forget things, but I am painfully reminded daily.  DAILY people.

:: snacks that belong in my son's backpack are still on the counter AFTER I have dropped him off at school.

:: forgetting to tell Mr. Smith that said son needs to be picked up from the park and NOT the church after scouts is over, thus resulting in a panicked father who is about to call the authorities, but happened to call me first.  True Story.

:: forgetting the names of my own children.  They now answer to "You".

:: making biscuits for dinner and as I am adding the last ingredient, realize I was reading/making the wrong recipe. Who does that?!

:: forgetting to put on my Awesome Pants in the morning.  Thus resulting in less-awesome days.

:: leaving the box of crafts to display at church in the truck.  For all of church.

:: forgetting what things are called like protractor, tape measure, Bruce Willis...

:: don't even THINK about asking me what day it is.  Actually you can right this second because it says on my computer.

:: I won't be surprised if one time I forget that the date and time is displayed on my computer.

:: I've always struggled with doing math without a calculator.  I don't struggle anymore.  I've completely hit a brick wall.  And have forgotten where I keep the calculator.

:: I have managed to forget entire conversations.

:: and birthdays.

:: and names.  {seriously, who forgets Bruce Willis??} ;)

...and the list goes on.

What crazy things has motherhood made you forget?

{ why i love my doctor's scale }

I had a doctor appointment last Friday.  It was scheduled at 11.  But being a new patient, filling out paperwork made it so I didn't see the doc until a little later than that. Okay, almost an hour later.

I only had toast for breakfast, and the lady in the next room was talking about BBQ sandwiches and smoothies.  I wanted to deck her.  Even though I don't speak stomach, my tummy was screaming profanities, I'm sure of it.  

I was then reminded that all this suffering would benefit me on the scale.  {A.k.a. that wicked piece of machinery that was taunting me down the hall.}

You see, I was sure I had gained 10 pounds in the past couple months.  I added a few more pounds to what my scale said, because doctor's scales always seem to add a good 3-5 pounds on your original weight.  So I thus calculated.

I took off my shoes.  I put down my bag.  I stepped gingerly onto the black mat that would betray me in a few seconds.  I didn't dare look.  

But I have absolutely no power over my curiosity. {It's a curse, really.}

That beautiful scale read only 5 pounds of total weight gain. Five.  I wanted to hug it, but refrained since people where watching.  I was so happy.

And no, now is not the time to remind me that my stomach was empty and starving.  I'm taking those only 5 pounds and running with them! ;)

What else did this appointment accomplish, other than boosting a girl's self-esteem? I now have a verified official reason to gain weight, and not because I love to eat food:

After years of trying, the Good Lord has finally blessed us with baby #3.  So even though I may cry because of the nausea, headaches and cramps, they are happy tears!  After having a miscarriage, I will gladly take all of these 'trials' if it means a healthy little person will be joining our family.  Which reminds me of a quote:

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Hope you all have a blessed rest of the week! -xoxo

{ my little love affair }

My husband brought me home something I actually had never seen before. Something glorious. Something amazing.  And the minute I laid eyes on it, this conversation entered my head:

"What's that?"
"This, my friend, is a pint."
"It comes in pints?"

Twenty-six and a half ounces to be exact.  Even better. ;)

All one REALLY needs is a spoon.... xoxo

{What's your favorite way to eat Nutella?}

{ i've had better mornings }

Today started out with:

"He's not eating his breakfast!"
"She won't leave me alone!"
"Don't smile at me!"
"Stop touching me!"
"He has mad eyes!"
"She punched me!"
"He's looking at me!"
"Stop!"
"Don't!"
"OUCH!"

Plus a bunch of sound affects:

Thump.
Whack.
Poke.
Stomp.
Crash.

And it has yet to stop.

Is 4pm too early to put my kids to bed???

Here's to tomorrow. --xoxo

{ how to write the perfect 80's song }

I'm beginning to feel a little old.  No, it's not the fact that I'm ready for bed when 9pm hits, or that the creases in my face that once only appeared when I would smile are now staying there all permanent-like, or the fact that I can't do front hand springs anymore without killing some part(s) of my body, or the fact that my bladder seems to be a lot smaller than it used to be. No, none of these things. 

It's when I turn on the dang radio and flip to the "Oldies" station.

When the heck did it become ok to play Tears For Fears, Erasure, Depeche Mode, Soft Cell, Roxette, and other fabs on a station CLEARLY meant to play ONLY songs from a LONG time ago???

{Biting pillow} This is SO not okay with me.

But I came up with a solution that just might help me feel young again.  I think someone needs to write an 80's song for me.  A song that can be played on radio stations that only play young, hip and current musical compositions.  If you are one of these beautiful souls who would love to do me this massive favor {and are willing to perm your hair}, I have a few guidelines that you need to follow:

:: Only use synthesizers and electric instruments.  I feel that anything acoustic will taint the effect we are trying to achieve.

:: You MUST sing with an English accent.  I cannot stress the importance of this. 

:: You must choose between no vibrato or an insane amount of it.  This is the ONLY guideline in which you will have a choice between two options.

:: There must be an electric guitar/synthesizer solo.  Multiple synthesizers are not necessary, but they are wicked awesome and will earn you bonus points.

:: Obtain/get inspiration for your lyrics by attending a third grade poetry reading.

:: Feel free to write several songs like this, but once you have a hit, please don't write anymore.  You must be able to qualify under the 'one-hit-wonder' category.

:: Because in 20 years, they will be doing a "Where Are They Now" reality TV show, and I would hate for you to miss out on the wonderful opportunity to be a part of that.

We can discuss clothing, the amount of hairspray to use, if "Static Pseudo Ninjas" is the perfect name for your band, and album covers later.  Let's just get that perfect 80's song started.  

Any takers? 

Hope you all have a fabulous weekend- I'm off to restock my year supply of Aqua Net, then show my kids how to do 5 cartwheels in a row.  Which may result in a visit to Urgent Care.  {Hey, as long as it produces rockin' blogging material, it's worth it, right?}  --xoxo

p.s. - what would you name your faux 80's band?

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