I've Been Tagged!

So I love getting tagged and Boo and Hootie's Mom tagged me. (Thanks, B&H's Mom--you are very sweet).....so I get to give the Blogger Award to others, too. Fun!

I give the blogger award to:

The Pink Clutch (she keeps me on my toes with shopping deals from Target..)

La Vie En Rose (she is so sweet)

Preppy Mama (we are a lot alike and she is so cute)

AFRo (am new to reading her post and really into it lately!)

Love & Labs (I cannot live without the 'documenting the belly'!)

Clemsongirl and the Coach (She is just so darn funny & I look forward to her posts.)

Here are the rules:
Give the award to up to 10 people whose blogs bring you happiness and inspiration and make you feel so happy about blogland!!! Leave them a comment on their blog to let them know they received this award! Beware......you may get the award several times!!!
Remember that people can be tagged more than once!!!!!!!!

Happy Friday!

How Come

Big Brother had a a friend over to play, we went to swimming lessons, I fed dinner to 2 small children, bathed those same 2 small children and put those same 2 small children to bed and I feel like I've just run the Boston Marathon?

Maybe it also has to do with:
the 423,456,434 loads of laundry I've done,
and the vacuuming,
and the sweeping,
and the mopping,
and the dishes,
and the dusting,
and the booty-wiping.......

I think it was the whining the ensued when flossing Big Brother's teeth that about put me over the edge. Floss can do that to ya, you know......

Good Times...

Big Brother and Susie's Son (Susie and Miss Bug in background)

Sorry I've been out of touch for a while. We baptized our little girl (Miss Bug) this past weekend and everybody and their brother was here for the weekend. My best friend from Colorado came with her son. You can see her (Susie) in the background holding Miss Bug. Susie is Bug's Godmother. Susie's son is the one with the shirt buttoned all the way up. My son (Big Brother) is next to him. He looks taller but that is because he was standing on the railing of the gate! Normally I don't show pics of kids, but just couldn't resist...

So, we had all grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, friends and a lot of barbecue all weekend long! We also had a bounce house in the backyard for the kiddos. It was hot, but a nice diversion from the amount of chaos going on when they were all in the house. A good time was had by all. Next time we will have to do it in a bigger house. Which means our upcoming move to Atlanta needs to get a move on! Still trying, have been showing the house more, so that is good. Might have a lead on some people from Alaska but you know once you get your hopes up it goes down the pooper, so I'm not doing that.

It was WONDERFUL to see Susie and her son. We went to the beach one day, pool the next. Susie's son is the one that I wrote about in my 100 things. He had a heart transplant about 2 months before he turned 3. And no, he wasn't BORN with this defect. It literally happened within about a week. The cause could've been strep related, but no one will ever truly know. He is a walking miracle. I could go on and on about him!

So, I'm just getting home from airport and the laundry saga continues. Of course all I want to do is catch up on blogs and let my son watch CrapTV. Miss Bug is supposed to be taking a nap but is still buzzing her lips in her crib.

Bbbbzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
bzbzbzzzzzzzzz. bbbzzz

We have swim lessons today at 4:30. I'm sure she'll fall asleep at 3:45.

Why did the chicken cross the road?

BARACK OBAMA:The chicken crossed the road because it was time for a CHANGE! The chicken wanted CHANGE!

JOHN MC CAIN:My friends, that chicken crossed the road because he recognized the need to engage in cooperation and dialogue with all the chickens on the other side of the road.

HILLARY CLINTON:When I was First Lady, I personally helped that little chicken to cross the road.This experience makes me uniquely qualified to ensure -- right from Day One! -- that every chicken in this country gets the chance it deserves to cross the road. But then, this really isn't about me.......

DR.PHIL:The problem we have here is that this chicken won't realize that he must first deal with the problem on 'THIS' side of the road before it goes after the problem on the 'OTHER SIDE' of the road. What we need to do is help him realize how stupid he's acting by not taking on his 'CURRENT' problems before adding 'NEW' problems.

OPRAH:Well, I understand that the chicken is having problems, which is why he wants to cross this road so bad.So instead of having the chicken learn from his mistakes and take falls, which is a part of life, I'm going to give this chicken a car so that he can just drive across the road and not live his life like the rest of the chickens.

GEORGE W.BUSH:We don't really care why the chicken crossed the road We just want to know if the chicken is on our side of the road, or not. The chicken is either against us, or for us.There is no middle ground here.

COLIN POWELL:Now to the left of the screen, you can clearly see the satellite image of the chicken crossing the road...

ANDERSON COOPER - CNN:We have reason to believe there is a chicken, but we have not yet been allowed to have access to the other side of the road.

JOHN KERRY:Although I voted to let the chicken cross the road, I am now against it! It was the wrong road to cross, and I was misled about the chicken's intentions.I am not for it now, and will remain against it.

NANCY GRACE:That chicken crossed the road because he's GUILTY! You can see it in hiseyes and the way he walks.

PAT BUCHANAN: To steal the job of a decent, hardworking American.

MARTHA STEWART:No one called me to warn me which way that chicken was going. I had a standing order at the Farmer's Market to sell my eggs when the price dropped to a certain level.No little bird gave me any insider information.

DR SEUSS:Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes, the chicken crossed the road, but why it crossed I've not been told.

ERNEST HEMINGWAY:To die in the rain. Alone.

GRANDPA:In my day we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road.Somebody toldus the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough.

BARBARA WALTERS:Isn't that interesting? In a few moments, we will be listening to the chicken tell, for the first time, the heart warming story of how it experienced a serious case of molting, and went on to accomplish its life long dream of crossing the road.

ARISTOTLE:It is the nature of chickens to cross the road.

JOHN LENNON:Imagine all the chickens in the world crossing roads together, in peace.

BILL GATES:I have just released e-Chicken2007, which will not only cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your check book.Internet Explorer is an integral part of the Chicken. This new platform is much more stable and will never cra...#@&&^(C% ....... reboot.

ALBERT EINSTEIN:Did the chicken really cross the road, or did the road move beneath thechicken?

BILL CLINTON:I did not cross the road with THAT chicken.What is your definition of chicken?

AL GORE:I invented the chicken!

COLONEL SANDERS:Did I miss one?

DICK CHENEY:Where's my gun?

AL SHARPTON:Why are all the chickens white? We need some black chickens.

'It is impossible to rightly govern the world without God and the Bible.' ~President George Washington

**Mad about plaid girl sides with Dr. Seuss**

Fender Bender for the Plaid Girl

Warning: This post should be rated R for language...

Yes, the title says it all. I don't even know where to start. I swear, this must be the shittiest 2 weeks I've ever had. I guess it could be worse, but damn, it sure is sucking right now.

So, I make plans for drinks/appetizers with friends and then to see the Sex & The City movie last night. I get in the car, drive up I-95 and then as I'm getting off at the exit ramp I stop b/c there is a red light. I'm listening to my man (John Mayer) and so excited to just be out and away from home and small children. I am stopped. The next thing I know I hit the car in front of me. WTF? I didn't even know I hit her until the lovely bang I hear. I guess I took my foot off of the brake.

I drive a Honday Odyssey (my husband calls it the Loser Cruiser) and the woman in front is in a Suburban (freaking tank). The first thing I see is her rear bumper. Minor ding. Minor. So I'm thinking I won't be that bad. HOLY SHIT> looks horrible. I have her trailer hitch imprinted on my front bumper along with several scratches and dents. I swear, I thought I was going to throw up right there. The whole time I'm thinking, 'How in the hell did I do this?" I still am pondering it. I'm now wondering if I subconsciously thought she was going so I accelerated b/c I really don't see how it did the damage that it did if I just crept up on her........

The lady was a mom and so nice and probably close to my age. She was so nice and felt sorry for me and said she was glad that we both were ok. So, we are trying to decide if we should call the cops b/c we both know whose fault it was (mine) and we are both unhurt and our vehicles are drivable. We are both calling our insurance and a Georgia State Patrol drives up.....welcome Officer Jerkface.

He did the typical 'license and registration' and blah blah blah. He actually took forever and the other lady and I were both wondering what the hell he was doing...being thorough--using some tool to mark what happened, etc. and writing up an accident report. And then writing up my TICKET. WTF?

So, he comes over and I see the paper (for some reason I recognize it--I wonder why?). I say, "I'm getting a ticket?" He says, "Yes, for this to happen you were following too closely. That is what I'm citing you for. Though you can take it to court if you want." And then continues to say how I can take it to the judge. I can contest it. I can talk to a judge. Really, you can take it to court. Seriously, he says it like 6 times. I GOT IT. THANK YOU. SHUT UP. I finally said, "It's fine." But I was thinking, " SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT. UP."

I just didn't have the heart to go to the movie. I was just so upset. I just knew my hubby was going to KILL me. He didn't and was very sweet. I am just so upset with myself. He just told me that I need to pay better attention. He also asked me if I was on the phone. NO I WASN'T. I PROMISE. Seriously, I wasn't. I'd probably feel a little better if I was b/c then I'd have more of a reason or something to blame. But, nope. Just stupidity I guess......or daydreaming or ???

So, that is me. I also had a metal Gator tag on the front and part of it broke off and is all smashed (No comments necessary from the Peanut Gallery--Clemsongirl!).

I took it in to check my damage. So far it's $1600. New bumper, possibly grill, and something to do with the air conditioner. And the nice little old man told me to be checking b/c my air conditioner might not work like it is supposed to---and yes, I noticed when I put the air on 60 degrees that it wasn't that cold. Usually in my car it is freezing if you do that. Granted it is 100bazillion degrees in S. Georgia right now, so I'm wondering if that is it. I. Seriously. Doubt. It.

And here's the clincher-my in-laws and family are coming on Saturday to Miss Bug's baptism. We're talking MIL, FIL, BIL, SIL and all my family too. I'm sure I'll get an earful. I am thinking about pretending like I don't know it's there and then whenever someone mentions it, I'll be like, "What happened? What are you talking about?"

What do you think?

Retail Therapy....

So excited to get out of the *dadgum (*southern term used instead of cussing for the 329445728th time)house. Hubby finally got home and I had to go and run errands. (Read: had to get the *F * out) I needed to buy a waterproof mattress pad for our bed.

Big Brother has been camped out in our room since he got sick and when I was arguing with him to try to go potty at 3am so that he didn't have an accident in our bed, I decided that yes, it is time to get a waterproof one.

We've got another kid in the house now (Miss Bug) and it's not like someone won't pee or spill something on our bed sometime in the future! Hell, it could even be me or Hubby that spills!

My intentions when shopping were to also look for new sheets for the guest bed. I didn't find any for the bed that needs them, but I did find some surfboard sheets and a blue and white seersucker comforter for Big Brother's bed! He loves them! I thought it would help to get him back in his bed because this is his last night in mine.

I swear, this Amoxicillin had best get its butt in gear and heal my baby boy because I want my life back!

I'll wash the sheets and comforter and put them on the bed and take a pic. It's going to be so cute and I'm glad he liked it! :) I swear, sometimes a girl's just got to have some retail therapy. It makes everything all better. Can I get a *woot-woot* for that one?

PS. I'm trying not to think about the fact that right now several of my good friends who I've not seen in ages are partying and celebrating and drinking themselves into a nice buzz (if not worse). And I'm supposed to be there. But, nooooooo. I'm blogging about freaking waterproof mattress pads. Humph!

Or So I Just THOUGHT....

we were going to Orlando.

When your kid wakes up at 1:30am with a 103.5 fever and you administer Motrin and then he immediately throws up in your cupped hands you begin to wonder if it is really worth it??? I was still thinking as I change his shirt that has puke on the arm (that didn't go into said cupped hands), "Okay. He is just reacting adversely to the fact that he just woke up and I gave him more meds. It just upset his tummy." So, he cries and cries. Breaks my heart. Then I wait a few minutes and let him calm down. Then I try again, more slowly this time, to administer meds again. It works. I'm still thinking we can do this.

Then he finally falls asleep at 3am. And that is when I hear his breathing. His lymph nodes/tonsils (whatever) are so swollen that they begin to block his airway. Yes, scary. This has happened before. He kind of alternates between breathing through his mouth and nose and it is like snoring but scarier and you can just tell he is having a hard time breathing. I laid there and just listened to him breathe for quite some time. I had been asking God to give me a sign, and that was it. You just don't mess around with the whole lack of oxygen thing, ya know?

Then Miss Bug wakes up at 5 fussing and I go put the Nuk back into her mouth. Then she's up for the day at 6AM. WTH?

At 6:30am, I called the resort where we had reservations and explained that I had called the previous day saying we might need to cancel, and now I know we need to because my son had gotten sicker. She cancelled with no problem. Full money back. Thank goodness. I can surely use that $200 for something else.

I then call the babysitter to tell her. I thought her phone would be off, but she answered. Poor thing. I told her to go back to sleep that we were not going and to call me later. She said she was sorry that my son was feeling so bad. She is wonderful.

Big Brother sleeps until 10:30am when I go and wake him up myself. He is burning up again, so I get Tylenol in him and he's just now finished 4 crackers. I've got to get the antibiotic in him but don't want him to throw it up. So, I just gave him 4 more crackers. The pharmacist recommended 12 hours between dosages, but that won't happen today. I need to get 2 full doses in there!

I also had to call the neighbors that were going to watch our dog. Geez, it's amazing what all you have to go through to make/cancel plans when you have a family, isn't it?

I'm going to pay the babysitter 1/2 of what we were going to pay her for her troubles. Does this sound reasonable? I had told her a couple of days ago that this might happen and she was here when I took Son to doctor, so she wasn't very surprised. What do you think?

Now I have a cute outfit, special deodorant, etc and no place to wear it. I texted my friends and told them I just couldn't come. Sometimes it sucks being a grown up and having to make mature, responsible decisions.

I did make plans to go see Sex and the City tomorrow possibly if Hubby will watch the kids.

Oh and BTW, Hubby, has been out of town since early Tuesday morning. He gets home this afternoon. I think I deserve at least that,yes?

I'm just saying...

PS. The pediatrician said it is unlikely that Miss Bug (7 months old) will get strep. He said it usually happens in children over a year old. Do we believe what he is saying?