So Happy It's Thursday

I came across this blog idea and decided to run with it since I am happy it's Thursday.  Reason 1 is Burn Notice which has just started up  again and is really getting good.  Reason 2 is I'm packing for my first ever night away from my kids.  I really should be sadder about this but I'm not.  and Finally I'm going to be in Atlantic City tomorrow!  I've never been so can't wait!  Aren't those good reasons?


Pay absolutely no attention to the fact that it is no longer Thursday.  I WAS happy it was Thursday and gonna be crazy happy on Friday too.  That's the plan!

And then I wrote a blog post...

I know.  You're shocked, right.  Well usually, my job and three kids leave me strapped for imagination and time to sit down and actually write a blog post.  This week the boys are at Bible school.  (doing a little dance for joy)  OK.  and AnonyMOMous begged.  Cause that's what it takes.  begging.  and cash prizes.  I am very susceptible to bribery.  Anyway.  She wrote a very excellent blog post on the contents of her purse and challenged the blogger community to give up theirs..  Well here goes nothing.  Cause I got nothing in it.  I kid. 

Well I, in my infinite wisdom have decided that I do not like lugging around multiple bags and since I have to carry the diaper bag around and the baby (she insists on eating and pooping on a regular basis)  I just stick my stuff in the diaper bag.  Of course I'm not totally uncool, my diaperbag is BabyPhat afterall.

And a must have for all diaperbags no matter how glamorous... matching changing pad, diapers and wipes

A change of clothes and baby accessories

Reading material, because you never know when you might get a moment to read.

Batteries, I don't know why, don't ask, chapstick, lipstick, pictures, band-aids, spare change, crayons and that may or may not be some bills I was supposed to mail last week.  Sorry PSE&G. 

Then the usual stuff, wallet, name badge from work, my phone, my camera, keys, gum,

And after that, you know what's left?  8346294 receipts from everything from the supermarket to the gas station.  I'm not keeping them for a reason, they just get shoved in there until someone forces me to empty and show the contents to the world. 

So your welcome for that tour of everything I have to carry around on a daily basis.  And also for blogging.  If you think your bag is worse then mine prove it by linking up!

Mommy's Magic Bag



What I am up to..

Well you might be wondering what all I am doing that I can't manage to fit in a post here and there. Well besides taking care of the baby girl (who for some reason insists on waking up every three hours, just because...) and working part time, I am still trying to give my children the life they are used to. For instance Tuesday afternoons is piano lessons and Wednesday afternoons is Chess club. And don't even get me started on Saturdays. This Saturday I have Baseball at 8:45am, Soccer at 10am, and Swim lessons at 11:30. Luckily I took the day off because instead of going to work at 2pm, I have a mandatory church retreat for the seven year old. As usual, in order for my son to get his Holy Communion, I have to attend fifteen different scheduled events. (Frankly, I thought this was why I sent him to Catholic school, so they could handle this stuff between 8 and 2, but apparently not.) So think of me as you're enjoying your leisurely Saturday. I'll see you around if I survive...

For those that still care...

So here's the deal. My life has been one non stop hectic mess and I'm sure by now everyone has deleted me as not worth the space on their readers, e-mail etc etc. However, I do need to connect so guess what?! I joined Twitter!!! (Cassiewithkids)You can't see but I just patted myself on the back. HeeHeeHee. Anyway, I always had the blog posting to the twitter but I never checked the twitter itself but my new plan is to be able to update those that care via my handy dandy Blackberry. So I make no promises to sit down and write whole blog posts. As you can see I am terrible at it. Since my husbands is now working regularly again. (Thank you Lord Jesus!!) He isn't around to hog the computer and make snarky comments when I'm on instead of say, doing laundry. So I may. Anyway the purpose of this post is to ask if anyone's out there (echoing......) comment with your twitter handle and I can keep in touch when I'm not on here. More on my upside down crazy life later....

WTH is with me lately?!?

My kids being red blooded Americans did their patriotic duty and brought home a butt load of candy for Halloween. Now here's where I let you in on the dirty secret. I rarely let them eat candy. Okay on Halloween they had a couple of pieces and maybe two additional pieces since then but that's pretty much it. So what have I been doing with all this junk? I'll tell you. I've been eating it. I, who generally doesn't have a sweet tooth, and would rather have a beef patty than a chocolate bar, have been scarfing down the candy at regular intervals. I would excuse myself if say, I was having a craving for skittles or snickers and then went to find one. No, me?, I've been going in the kitchen and out of a utter laziness to make myself something eat a piece of candy in lieu of what I actually want. Seriously, I need help. So should I just take the entire bag of candy and chuck it or what? Do you ever find yourself eating things you don't really want?

My Bucket List

Okay so my sister sent me an article written by Jen Lancaster. If you haven't read anything by her, you're missing out cause she's amazing. Anyway she's thinking about if she should write a bucket list and reading what's on other people's bucket lists. Apparently, people have these visions of themselves going on African safaris, jumping out of airplanes, climbing tall mountains and other extremely hard, semi-suicidal things.

Personally, I'm with Jen, "not-dying" is pretty high up on my list. I'd like to live to see my grandchildren, which means I need to live at least thirty more years cause my daughter is only four months old. I'd also like to retire. Isn't that boring? I was talking to a co-worker who just got laid off her day job and pretty much she described my perfect day. All day in bed reading, get up to eat, pee and then...go back to bed. Yeah I'd like to live to see a couple of days like that. I'd also wouldn't mind being able to burn that mortgage. Sooo 29 years, eleven months and counting..... I guess I don't need a bucket list since I don't have any lofty goals for myself. Does that make me boring or just lazy???

To Blog or not to blog

Did you know that it's National Blog Posting Month? Well it is. I have it on good authority. Unfortunately I am a certified blog failure, since I can't organize any rhyme or reason to my posts. I have just come off a six day straight work week which especially sucks since although I got a lot of hours in, there were very few customers. Don't ask me why. Don't they know it is 50 days to Christmas? Someone should be shopping. Anyway since my garage is still full of boxes, my four month old still won't sleep through the night, the economy has dictated I must work myself into the ground, this is basically all you're gonna get for a blog post. Tune in for your next episode of the young (no wisecracks) and insanely busy.

What the hell, shoppers?!?

So I don't know if I've mentioned this but I've started working nights in a department store. I'm working by commission in the Fine Jewelry department. This is good and bad. It's good because I get to play with all the pretty sparkly things but I'm relying on people to buy those things for my paycheck every week. So you can imagine I meet quite a few characters in my line of work.

This one evening I was helping a guy pick out some things for his significant other. So he's looking and agonizing over this piece versus that piece etc. Anyway at one point he tells me his hesitation is because he isn't sure she deserves it. (HaHa, very funny...not.) In the end he bought a very nice black and white diamond set. (ring, earrings and pendant) My guess is that she should've got the bracelet too for putting up with him. Anyway, on a completely separate occasion I have a guy picking out a diamond pendant when at one point he tells me he isn't sure she's worthy. (Excuse me? WTH? Did they get together to come up with this bad joke? Men, do not use this joke. Not only isn't it funny, it doesn't even have the saving grace of being original anymore.) So yesterday I have a couple in the jewelry department picking out pieces. She tells him she wants this piece and that piece and confides that they are about to celebrate their 20th anniversary. So of course I say, Congratulations! His response? No, no, no, I've been putting up with her for this long you should feel sorry for me. So she rolls her eyes at him. Honestly, what the hell is with these men? Like their lives were soooo wonderful before. Good grief the majority of wives spend their days cooking and cleaning up after the lazy bastards and they think they're getting the raw end of the deal. I'd like to see them work and clean while 7 months pregnant. The human race would die out. Okay, that's the end of my rant on useless men. I'm sure all my male readers are enlightened, help around the house and are happy to buy their wives diamonds on their anniversary.

So back to weirdos shopping for jewelry. So this fat, sloppy, nearly toothless guy comes to the department. (I'm sorry if you saw him you wouldn't be able to come up with polite euphemisms either.) Anyway, he picks out a couple of pairs of silver earrings and confides that they're for his girlfriend because he doesn't want to lose her. (My immediate thought was then he needs to spend a few hundred dollars more than he has.) ANYway, he continues with his life story of how his wife died last year and this 'wonderful' woman came into his life but she has gout and other health problems and that's why he's afraid he'll lose her too...and she had dental surgery earlier in the week cause her teeth weren't as good as his...(WTH??? I really didn't need the image of TWO fat toothless individuals in my head.) and now she's in the hospital for complications from some other thing etc. etc. etc. OMG. It's always nice to hear a little background when people are buying things but really!! Anyday now I'm gonna start charging extra for advice.

Here's some for free... Join Stacy at Blue Monkey Butt to publish your WTH experiences.

Things Kids Say Thursday #6

4 year old: Sorry Mom, no time to talk now.






Me: You sure are silly.

7 year old: I can be silly if I want. You are not the boss of silly.







4 year old: I need the umbrella.

Me: It's not raining.

4 year old: Then why do I feel water?

Me: Probably the trees are still wet from earlier.

4 year old: This water sure is wet. I need the umbrella.

7 year old: Mario is Italian.

My brother: How do you know that? Does he talk with his hands?

7 year old: awkward...

My aunt: So do you have any girlfriends?

4 year old: No, but I'm gonna marry Angelina.

My aunt: Why isn't she your girlfriend if you're gonna marry her?

4 year old: I'm waiting for her to grow up so I can marry her.

Random Tuesday Thoughts

So the other day I go outside and it's just starting to rain so I say aloud Oh man! It's raining! (I have a gift for stating the obvious.) Anyway a wiseguy passing says no it's not. It's just your imagination. So I snap back with Oh so my imagination is making me wet? (No I didn't. I totally thought it and thank goodness I didn't because upon reflection that doesn't at all sound good does it??)

I was rolling coins to take to the bank and I made the following discovery. Money is filthy. I mean it's really really dirty. What are you people doing with your money to make it so dirty anyway??

So I was helping the seven year old with his social studies since he is having three tests this week. Is it just me or is it a bit excessive to have three tests in three days on basically the same material... in second grade???? By the way, attempting to teach a second grader to spell Australia and Antarctica correctly is an exercise in frustration. Just saying.

I have a collection agency calling me about a debt from 1994. (actually not me, my husband but same difference) Anyway, you would think after 16 years they would get the hint that they're not gonna get their money, but no they still keep calling every. single. day. Annoying.

So that's what's going on with me. Check out the random happenings of the Unmom and others here.

Blogger Fail

So I have been noticing some bloggers talking about the 30 Day Blogger challenge. Basically it is to write a post every day for 30 days on the following topics:

Day 1: favorite song

Day 2: favorite movie

Day 3: favorite television show

Day 4: favorite book

Day 5: favorite quote

Day 6: 20 of my favorite things

Day 7:a photo that makes you happy

Day 8: a photo that makes you angry or sad

Day 9: a photo you took

Day 10:a photo taken over 10 years ago

Day 11:a recent photo

Day 12:something you are OCD about

Day 13:a fictional book

Day 14 a non-fictional book

Day 15: your dream house

Day 16; a song that makes you cry

Day 17: an art piece

Day 18:my wedding

Day 19:a talent of mine

Day 20: a hobby of mine

Day 21:a recipe

Day 22: a website

Day 23: a you tube video

Day 24:where I live

Day 25:my day in great detail

Day 26: my week in great detail

Day 27:my worst habit

Day 28:what's in my purse

Day 29: plans for the next year

Day 30:a dream for the future beyond next year

Since I've been having trouble blogging every day and getting into the swing of the regular posting, I thought this would help. Fail! Not only haven't I started but this is the first you're hearing about it when I've been pondering it over a week. Double Fail! Definitely going to start tomorrow though...or maybe next week...

TV rant

Once upon a time when there was a show I liked on tv I could tune in week after week for the new episodes. Has anyone else noticed the time between the season premiere and the finale getting shorter and shorter? I watch this show on TNT, the Closer. I got a measly 10 episodes! Is that supposed to pass for a full season? But the absolute kicker was this new show I was watching on HGTV, All American Handyman. It was supposed to be a competition between 20 guys and girls for the title. If you didn't see it, don't worry, you didn't miss much. Four episodes!!!! That's all. Really???? They eliminated 10 people in the very first show. I don't understand, don't they want me to watch their shows on their network? It's enough to make me turn to network television. Luckily the television Gods have started me with new seasons of other shows. Bones, House, Modern Family, Dancing with the Stars... Personally I think the television producers have ADD. Or maybe they think we do...

My F Bomb Moment

Okay MiMi I got an F Bomb for ya today. Okay so maybe I'm the only one who considers it F Bomb worthy but guess whose blog this is? So you get to hear about it. Earlier this week, I was innocently getting ready for my day when I discovered...a grey hair. That's right F$%%! I am much much much too young to be going grey. So dear followers I need your advice. Do I leave it alone until it's joined by its friends and family? Do I pluck that sucker out? or Do I rush out for the Clairol and color it into oblivion? What to do..What to do...

Not on my head they don't....

Run around and Run around and Run around some more

So yesterday, I woke up, got the kids dressed, fed and ready for school and then dropped them off. Then I came back home. Then I went to the bank to get a bank check for just about all my money to bring to closing with me. Than I came home to pick up the hubby. Then I went to my future home for a walk through with the agent. They took all their furniture and left the house still standing so that went well. Then I went to the school to pick up the seven year old because he was complaining of stomach pains and wanted to come home. Then I went to the attorney's office to sign 6 million papers, hand over my check and 3 pints of blood in return for the key to our house. (Yea! Yea! Yea!) Of course at the last minute they tell me that the full oil tank is gonna have to be paid for at a cost of $1320. That's right no warning, just hit me up for an extra grand. And my attorney says I got a good deal....What does he know anyway? Anyway, so back home I go to drop off the hubby so he can pick up his car and go to work, while I pick up the four year old from school and bring them back home. Make out the check (blood suckers) and off to the post office to send it as per instructions. Then to pick up boxes for packing, make dinner, get the kids ready for bed and start calling the utility companies to change things over to our name. Yep, that was my day off. So you wanna see my new house? You know you want to......

Random Facebook Statuses

I have a very humerous Facebook community. Really it's the only reson I keep Facebook, for entertainment and blog fodder. Here are some of the statuses on my news feed lately.

Whatever you give a woman, she will make it greater. Give her sperm, she will give you a baby. Give her a house, she will give you a home. Give her groceries, she will give you a meal. Give her a smile, she will give you her heart. She multiplies and enlarges what she is given. So if you give her crap, be ready to receive a ton of shit. This is totally true.



Grounded for a week woo hooo. Dear mom, Grounding does absolutely nothing to me. If you want me to walk around the house singing 24/7 that's fine with me. Yeah, about two hours of that and I'd be ready to throw her out the house.



Enjoy the weather and that special someone (or someones if you're feeling Wood-ish). Yeah those Tiger Woods jokes never get old.



Almost Friday! You can make it, just avoid any wild dumbasses you may see. They are in season. Amazing, I just saw one yesterday!



I said "no" to drugs but they just wouldn't listen. I know a lot of people with that problem.




Someone was wrong cuz I definitely just watched a pot boil. There's always something to do even in the face of extreme boredom.




Sometimes people are like seagulls...they fly in...shit on everything... and leave. That's when you get out the BB gun.

Feel free to share any funny statuses you've seen lately.

Okay, so I chickened out. It's really because I love my siblings and didn't want them to have to carry me the last mile of that 5K. They finished in 32 minutes and have now challenged me to beat that time in the next 5K, currently scheduled for October 17. *Sigh* I have less than a month to go from
this















to this.














Anyone got a magic wand?

Random Tuesday News

It has now become the time of year where you have to put on a sweater in the morning cause it's freezing and then at some point during the day it becomes too warm and you have to carry around your sweater all day long or leave it for your friendly neighborhood homeless person, whatever...







Anyone interested in cheap airline tickets? I thought I was until I saw this...























Apparently some ingenious individual thinks it's a good idea to create a new class of passenger, cheaper than economy. If this is the alternative, I have now become a fan of railroad travel.

























This is reason 73463 why I will never live in Florida. Who lives in a place where alligators roam the streets? Certainly not me.






My sister posted this on facebook yesterday...

The State of California posts the names of everyone they have executed and what
their last meal was. You know, in case you were wondering what murderers
feel like eating before they die. Turns out a lot of pizza, fried chicken
and ice cream. One guy ordered two pizzas, three cartons of ice cream and
3 six packs of Coke. How long is their last meal?!?!? There is no
way he drank 18 sodas. What a waste.

I love how my sister is concerned with the misappropriation of Coca-Cola. LOL



Feel free to join the Unmom for Random Tuesday Thoughts, this week featuring peanut butter and jalapenos. You know you want to.

My life, with kids, a job and other stuff designed to ruin my life.

So I have been a horribly neglectful blogger. I have probably been removed from other people's blogrolls, unfollowed and otherwise erased from the memories of my faithful readers but I swear it's not my fault. First I had a baby on June 24 and heaven knows a six year old, a four year old and an infant who demands to be fed every three hours is work. Don't believe me ask any mom you know. Anyway, I have been trying hard to keep up with the boys despite having the baby. Then, certain government officials who shall remain nameless decided to ruin the economy and my life, forcing me (kicking and screaming) back into the workforce. If that weren't bad enough, it's a sales position based on commission so I can't go there and fool around online while at work. (Well I could, but then I would be getting dressed up and going into work for nothing.) So because working at night and taking care of three kids was not enough, we put an offer on a house. Yippee for having a new house with space for all my books (What, did you think I did it for the kids? Yeah, right.) Boo to packing which I started yesterday. I hate packing... and unpacking. So if you have ever bought a house you may be familiar with the process during which you must produce every single piece of paperwork on your life history and then sign and date six kazillion papers. Every day, I get a call that goes something like this.

Mortgage Processor: Hello, Mrs Rodriguez, I need receipts that prove you spent $6 on coffee last week.
Me: I already sent you a receipt for the entire grocery shopping in which I spent much more than $6.
Mortgage Processor: Yes but according to this receipt you only spent $5.98 on coffee and since tea doesn't count so I'm gonna need you to buy more coffee and send me an additional receipt.

or

Mortgage Processor: Mrs Rodriguez, I recieved the last fax of 30,000 papers but on page 19,062, your husband signed but forgot to date. Please date and then refax that portion.
Me: OK (Then proceed to beat husband over the head for neglecting to date the damn paper.)

Yes, it's that ridiculous. So sometime this century, hopefully they will decide they know enough about me to close on our house so that I will experience the joy of moving. (Not) Seriously, we are about at the point where we are wondering of the whole thing has been a horrendous mistake. That probably means we are about done.

In other news, my sister somehow conned me into signing up for a 5K on Sunday. This should be interesting since I have yet to open the treadmill since having the baby. Don't get me wrong, I usually am pretty gung ho about the running thing and prior to having the baby was considering upping the usual 5k to a 10K but when she broached the subject, I must of had a short circuit in my brain when I failed to realize that I need to train for this kind of thing. Unfortunately after waking at 6 and being with the kids all day and then going to work to stand on my feet for four hours I don't usually come home thinking, yes I want to run 3 miles. If you do, I'm sorry but you should seek help. I still plan to run it so this may be my last week blogging as I will be dead come Monday. It was nice knowing you.

And I'm Still Alive....

I know you probably thought I fell off the face of the Earth but no, I've just been having a baby. She finally arrived on June 24th at 6 pounds 13 ounces. Anyway it has been an adjustment having an extra little person around the house. I had a fairly normal delivery with just a few stitches in strategic locations. (She just wasn't small enough I guess.) I went into the hospital with contractions on June 3 originally. They told me to go home and lie down and drink water. Completely ignoring the fact that with a six and a four year old at home, there is no lying down allowed, after drinking as much water as I could stand, I lost four pounds in the last three weeks of my pregnancy. Also, the contractions really didn't stop so much as come less frequently. Verrrry Annoying. So I felt some relief when I finally started dialating on the 21st. My water broke early in the morning of the 24th. Baby girl was born at 7:20 am.



Now here is why I love my family. Everyone who brought gifts for the baby also managed to remember mommy. I got cake, wine, and seven books. My family knows me so well. Now that I'm finished with the books I'm just about ready to enter the blogging world again. I'll be around in the next day or so to say hello.


I hope everyone will have a wonderful 4th. We'll be grilling in proper independence day fashion if we can keep from wilting in the upper 90 temperatures which are being forecast.




Sorry I totally meant to post pics with this. Well we'll just have to have a picture post on Monday.

What the Hell Wednesday - 6/2/2010

You know what the worst thing about a hot, humid day in the 80's? It's having a pool you can't swim in. Picture it, nice cool pool water, hot sunny day, not allowed to get in. WTH, right? Our condo association has the pool only open on weekends until the 20th or something. Fascist pigs. Cheap bastards. Masochists.

So I went to the doctor yesterday. She claims that 1. I haven't gained any weight in 4 weeks and 2. the baby isn't big enough to be 36 weeks. (more like 31 weeks) WTH?! What does that mean? I certainly hope she doesn't expect me to carry this baby another nine weeks because that ain't happening. She referred me for a follow up ultrasound so they could check on things. Idiot doctors.

The four year old has been singing Come Out and Play by The Offspring lately. WTH? I don't even know where he got it from. I mean it may have been on the radio at one point but how he managed to pick up the lyrics is beyond me. Well I suppose it's better than some of the things the six year old sings.

These complaints brought to you by the Blue Monkey Butt sisters, for all your complaining needs...at least on Wednesdays.