You know how I tend to ramble when you call me, or you come over to my house and you try to leave but I follow you out the door and just keep talking and sometimes I call or text and really have not much to say just feel the need to talk? Communicate? Have some of that adult conversation that I always seem to be running short on?? I figured maybe if I start to blog then I can somewhat fulfill that need for conversation. (Only if you comment back and we can have web-conversations though.)
So here I am on my brand new laptop, courtesy my husbands other wife who needed an upgraded PC to run programming so she got my soundless, tiny, bottom of the barrel laptop and I got a new one (first wives get SOME perks right?) CLARIFICATION: The other wife is the name I gave to Kevin's new CNC machine- he loves it and she gets nights and weekends more frequently than I do with him, hence the name. But really she is way too hip-y for Kevin, she weighs about 3000 pounds and she is cold as steel. I take the place as first wife and get all the perks. We have not joined a cult or weird sect where we have sister wives and live together in a combined strange arrangement. The only people in in my bed are me and my spouse- not entirely true as we have a really cute baby girl in our bed and some nights a few little boys who suffered bad dreams. That is another story to tell...
Back to my rambling nonsence of a blog. I decided I am using and abusing Facebook way too much and maybe if I blog then people will stop blocking me for being annoying. (You know who you are.)
Here we go- on an adventure...oh my heck, I watch way too much kids tv. I just sang a theme song to some nick jr/disney/pbs show and the bad thing is I have no idea which one.
First things first:
MY FAMILY:
So here I am on my brand new laptop, courtesy my husbands other wife who needed an upgraded PC to run programming so she got my soundless, tiny, bottom of the barrel laptop and I got a new one (first wives get SOME perks right?) CLARIFICATION: The other wife is the name I gave to Kevin's new CNC machine- he loves it and she gets nights and weekends more frequently than I do with him, hence the name. But really she is way too hip-y for Kevin, she weighs about 3000 pounds and she is cold as steel. I take the place as first wife and get all the perks. We have not joined a cult or weird sect where we have sister wives and live together in a combined strange arrangement. The only people in in my bed are me and my spouse- not entirely true as we have a really cute baby girl in our bed and some nights a few little boys who suffered bad dreams. That is another story to tell...
Back to my rambling nonsence of a blog. I decided I am using and abusing Facebook way too much and maybe if I blog then people will stop blocking me for being annoying. (You know who you are.)
Here we go- on an adventure...oh my heck, I watch way too much kids tv. I just sang a theme song to some nick jr/disney/pbs show and the bad thing is I have no idea which one.
First things first:
MY FAMILY:
THE MAN: AKA KEVIN
Spouse. He works. A lot. He also goes to school for the time being. We decided in October 2009 that construction was in the crapper and that we may be better off to take the savings that we have and live off of it while he went to school for something else. Good Decision. He has taken up to 23 credit hours per semester and done little bits of side work along the way to support us while going to school. Why didn't I go to work you may ask? He didn't want me to. He knew that it would be tough on us physically, emotionally, and financially to do this, but if I had to be at work all the time, it would be so much worse. True story. Any dude that is willing to take on the load that he did so I can stay with the kids all day is worth his weight in gold. (which I might add is about 90 pounds more than when we got married.) I think, deep down, the real reason for him wanting me to stay home is so he didn't have to operate the microwave more than his usual once a week. He rocks and he is all mine. Haha.
Spouse. He works. A lot. He also goes to school for the time being. We decided in October 2009 that construction was in the crapper and that we may be better off to take the savings that we have and live off of it while he went to school for something else. Good Decision. He has taken up to 23 credit hours per semester and done little bits of side work along the way to support us while going to school. Why didn't I go to work you may ask? He didn't want me to. He knew that it would be tough on us physically, emotionally, and financially to do this, but if I had to be at work all the time, it would be so much worse. True story. Any dude that is willing to take on the load that he did so I can stay with the kids all day is worth his weight in gold. (which I might add is about 90 pounds more than when we got married.) I think, deep down, the real reason for him wanting me to stay home is so he didn't have to operate the microwave more than his usual once a week. He rocks and he is all mine. Haha.
THE NOODLE AKA: LOGAN
This is Logan. He is 8, he thinks that is as old as he needs to be to function in the world. He also thinks that he has completed enough school and done enough homework in his life thus far to survive. I beg to differ. He thinks that Saturday morning jobs is child abuse. He eats everything except macaroni and cheese. He is a cool dude; if you know him you probably like him; if you don't know him- your loss. He is our blondey boy, not sure where he got that hair color, but the sparking blue eyes were a gift from his dad. He is a pretty good kid, adores his baby sister- which is great for me because he doesn't usually complain much when I need his help. He rocks at Xbox. I mean- r.o.c.k.s. If he could be a professional xbox player he would, and he would be extremely successful. He likes anything army and most things lego. He is an incredibly smart kid. Too smart. I love this kid. I am going tp keep him around until he is 30 or so, then he can get married...maybe.
This is Logan. He is 8, he thinks that is as old as he needs to be to function in the world. He also thinks that he has completed enough school and done enough homework in his life thus far to survive. I beg to differ. He thinks that Saturday morning jobs is child abuse. He eats everything except macaroni and cheese. He is a cool dude; if you know him you probably like him; if you don't know him- your loss. He is our blondey boy, not sure where he got that hair color, but the sparking blue eyes were a gift from his dad. He is a pretty good kid, adores his baby sister- which is great for me because he doesn't usually complain much when I need his help. He rocks at Xbox. I mean- r.o.c.k.s. If he could be a professional xbox player he would, and he would be extremely successful. He likes anything army and most things lego. He is an incredibly smart kid. Too smart. I love this kid. I am going tp keep him around until he is 30 or so, then he can get married...maybe.
SPUNKY MONKEY: AKA ANDERSON
This is my Anderson. It took me 2 kids to win the war of getting that name. It was my Grandpa's family name and I ADORE my grandpa. He is arguably one of the 4 greatest men I know. I love this kid. He is super silly. And super moody. And super tempermental. And super huggable. He is the proud owner of pillow cheeks, he calls them COOBS, don't know why. If you are lucky enough to plant a kiss on those things you will have a hard time stopping. His favorite thing to say is: guess what? Followed by some little Anderson-ism that is usually a fabricated imaginary story involving something that his big brother was talking about earlier. Anderson's nick name is Jessie or Jesse. That is his middle name- from his dad's family.Anderson is super photogenic, but hates to take pictures and most of the time cheezers his smile. He says that when he grows up he wants to be a lunchable maker. Did I mention that this is one of about 4 foods that he will willingly eat? He has a temper. Like his Mom,poor kid. He hits and kicks and hits- his brother, mostly. On the head with forks. He spends a lot of time on his bed for these offenses. He likes legos, builds something and then puts it on his void of a dresser for storage- he does not play with them. They are for visual pleasure only. Don't try arguing with him about it, especially near forks. He too, will be with me for the long hual (so long as we can break him of the fork thing before he is bigger than me)- I can't resist the coobs.
This is my Anderson. It took me 2 kids to win the war of getting that name. It was my Grandpa's family name and I ADORE my grandpa. He is arguably one of the 4 greatest men I know. I love this kid. He is super silly. And super moody. And super tempermental. And super huggable. He is the proud owner of pillow cheeks, he calls them COOBS, don't know why. If you are lucky enough to plant a kiss on those things you will have a hard time stopping. His favorite thing to say is: guess what? Followed by some little Anderson-ism that is usually a fabricated imaginary story involving something that his big brother was talking about earlier. Anderson's nick name is Jessie or Jesse. That is his middle name- from his dad's family.Anderson is super photogenic, but hates to take pictures and most of the time cheezers his smile. He says that when he grows up he wants to be a lunchable maker. Did I mention that this is one of about 4 foods that he will willingly eat? He has a temper. Like his Mom,poor kid. He hits and kicks and hits- his brother, mostly. On the head with forks. He spends a lot of time on his bed for these offenses. He likes legos, builds something and then puts it on his void of a dresser for storage- he does not play with them. They are for visual pleasure only. Don't try arguing with him about it, especially near forks. He too, will be with me for the long hual (so long as we can break him of the fork thing before he is bigger than me)- I can't resist the coobs.
MISS LEE-LEE: AKA KENALEY
So, when I was pregnant with Logan, I could not be told that the joyous little fetus was a male; until I was told that it was a male by a professional. Second one, I had to convince myself that I was, infact, having a boy so not to suffer the same embarrassment in the ultrasound room that I did with Logan. When I finally convinced myself that I was to have another and then when I FINALLY convinced my husband, I had to be okay with the fact that it was more than likely going to be another boy. Ultrasound day came and my nerves were so frazzled. Shy little fetus (I know, hard to believe now) kept curling into a tight little ball so we could not spy on her. This put the cord right between her legs and I was sure that we would have ourselves a little motorcross trio. Then she finally relaxed enough that the technician got a good view and it was confirmed that I could finally start the shopping spree that still is. I. have. a .girl. And I LOVE IT!!! The pink, the fluff, the hair, the nails, all of it. Plus- she is actually girly. She loves fluffy dresses and bracelets, and hairbows, and shoes. She is my favorite little girl in the world, and there are lots of close second placers. Little Bug got her name from 4 beautiful girls that I adore and got the privelage of spending most of my days with years ago. I had a dream before I was even planning to get pregnant that I had a baby girl whose name was Kenaley Breah. I love Heavenly inspiration. Little Kena started talking at about 6 months old- seriously. She is a chatter box- like her mom. Somehow, she managed to make everyone in the house bow to her every command, happily. I know, right? We giggle at her silliness and hug on her babiness and kiss on her cheekiness. We adore Kenaley. Adore. I will be keeping her hand in hand until the day I die- she is not allowed to get married. Ever. No wait I take that back- I am going to want some grandbabies someday. She can get married at 30- but she still has to live with me. Too much? Okay, next door then.
So, when I was pregnant with Logan, I could not be told that the joyous little fetus was a male; until I was told that it was a male by a professional. Second one, I had to convince myself that I was, infact, having a boy so not to suffer the same embarrassment in the ultrasound room that I did with Logan. When I finally convinced myself that I was to have another and then when I FINALLY convinced my husband, I had to be okay with the fact that it was more than likely going to be another boy. Ultrasound day came and my nerves were so frazzled. Shy little fetus (I know, hard to believe now) kept curling into a tight little ball so we could not spy on her. This put the cord right between her legs and I was sure that we would have ourselves a little motorcross trio. Then she finally relaxed enough that the technician got a good view and it was confirmed that I could finally start the shopping spree that still is. I. have. a .girl. And I LOVE IT!!! The pink, the fluff, the hair, the nails, all of it. Plus- she is actually girly. She loves fluffy dresses and bracelets, and hairbows, and shoes. She is my favorite little girl in the world, and there are lots of close second placers. Little Bug got her name from 4 beautiful girls that I adore and got the privelage of spending most of my days with years ago. I had a dream before I was even planning to get pregnant that I had a baby girl whose name was Kenaley Breah. I love Heavenly inspiration. Little Kena started talking at about 6 months old- seriously. She is a chatter box- like her mom. Somehow, she managed to make everyone in the house bow to her every command, happily. I know, right? We giggle at her silliness and hug on her babiness and kiss on her cheekiness. We adore Kenaley. Adore. I will be keeping her hand in hand until the day I die- she is not allowed to get married. Ever. No wait I take that back- I am going to want some grandbabies someday. She can get married at 30- but she still has to live with me. Too much? Okay, next door then.
ME:
So what about me? Pictures of me are rare. And I don't usually like them, so enjoy the flamingos and think of your best visual of me (no dirty shots!!! SICK!!!) I am behind the camera and I like it. Then I take those pictures and scrapbook them. It is my happy drug. Maybe its the glue sticks- I don't know but it is what I do. I will share some of my favorites along the way. I also sew, and bead bracelets, and love cooking (this is the extra 90 that Kevin found). My kids are my life and seeing as Kevin is the one that gave them too me- he is pretty far up there too. I have heart palpitations thinking of leaving them with a babysitter. I much prefer asking for a table for 5 than 2. Its just me. I also am primary president, a calling that I was certian I would not enjoy, but have infact fallen in love with. It is so incredibly uplifting and fun to be with those growing spirits. Who knew?? There's even more too...
Oh, you may think that you know me, maybe you are right. Lets just see. We will adventure on this blog together- or maybe I will have no one who wants to listen to my ramblings and it will be just me typing away my day thinking that I am communicating with someone. But really all it is is some blow who googled blogoliscious.
Any matter....On your mark....get set....GOOOOO!!!!
So what about me? Pictures of me are rare. And I don't usually like them, so enjoy the flamingos and think of your best visual of me (no dirty shots!!! SICK!!!) I am behind the camera and I like it. Then I take those pictures and scrapbook them. It is my happy drug. Maybe its the glue sticks- I don't know but it is what I do. I will share some of my favorites along the way. I also sew, and bead bracelets, and love cooking (this is the extra 90 that Kevin found). My kids are my life and seeing as Kevin is the one that gave them too me- he is pretty far up there too. I have heart palpitations thinking of leaving them with a babysitter. I much prefer asking for a table for 5 than 2. Its just me. I also am primary president, a calling that I was certian I would not enjoy, but have infact fallen in love with. It is so incredibly uplifting and fun to be with those growing spirits. Who knew?? There's even more too...
Oh, you may think that you know me, maybe you are right. Lets just see. We will adventure on this blog together- or maybe I will have no one who wants to listen to my ramblings and it will be just me typing away my day thinking that I am communicating with someone. But really all it is is some blow who googled blogoliscious.
Any matter....On your mark....get set....GOOOOO!!!!