99things thingy

1. I am 6'2"
2. And I'm a girl
3. My brother is barely 6'
4. I have big hands and feet.
5. I love it thought because they look exactly like my dead fathers.
6. I stare at them and think about him and am thankful that I remember something about him.
7. Most of my memories of him are gone.
8. Except for his voice and his smell.
9. Despite being huge, I'm a girly girl.
10. A snotty princess actually
11. My husband likes it.
12. The more bitchy I am, the more he loves me.
13. Guys are weird.
14. I self medicate my anxiety with alcohol.
15. I look forward to my nightly glass of wine more than I should.
16. I run for my anxiety too.
17. I got the idea from The Dog Whisperer. He said that dogs without exercise are anxious.
18. Stella without exercise is anxious too.
19. At any given moment, I prefer one child over the next.
20. It changes daily.
21. I pray that me doing this will not make them enemies.
22. Stella is my real name.
23. My kids names are real too. And my husband and my dog too.
24. I'm not worried about the big bad world.
25. But maybe that's because I live in Texas and you are allowed to shoot people if they come into your house.
26. I would shoot someone if they broke in and my babies were in the house.
27. Oh yeah, I'm packing heat.
28. I smoked cigarettes for about 10 years.
29. I quit with every pregnancy, but I started smoking again while breastfeeding both kids.
30. Bad Mommy.
31. I finally quit cold turkey in January of 2006.
32. Cold turkey is the only way to go.
33. It's like dumping somebody.
34. You choose for it to be over and you never look back.
35. I know I could start smoking again in a heartbeat though.
35. I am going to start again when I am 50.
36. Both of my kids will be 18 when I am 43.
37. That sounds fun and exciting.
38. But then again my only purpose in my life is my children.
39. I will turn 43...then what?
40. I pray that I'm with Jeff forever.
41. We are so perfect for each other.
42. One thing I can't live with is monotony.
43. Mediocrity.
44. Lukewarm.
45. Those three things make me feel dead inside.
46. So I married a passionate man.
47. That passion makes him a little self destructive.
48. Which makes me fret and wring my hands and hover.
49. Which he hates. But loves.
50. Best.Sex.Ever.
51. I am 29 now.
52. I can tell I'm hitting my sexual peak.
53. I'm so horny all the time.
54. I wonder if this is what 18 year old boys feel like.
55. Except I don't feel the need for variety.
56. Just frequency.
57. :D
58. I hang out at home a lot.
57. I used to because I hated my car and my a/c was broken
58. Now I love my Tahoe, but I can't afford the gas.
59. I am a republican. Small government, low taxes. I don't think I can vote Obama.
60. Even though I am eating up his campaign of, "Change and Hope!"
61. And I think Capitalism is swell.
62. Interesting how people have been crying, 'Save the Earth' for decades now.
63. Suddenly gas hits $4/gallon and now companies are scrambling to make Hybrid cars.
64. People don't care about the earth enough to go green.
65. People are selfish and only care about their own pocketbook.
66. Sad but true.
67. Now there is a market for hybrids because consumers are angry.
68. They want to buy a Prius so they can stick it to the man.
69. My husband works in the oil industry.
70. Does that make him the man?
71. LOL, I amuse myself.
72. He actually works in health, safety, and environmental.
73. He is trying to save the world...all while making filthy oil money.
74. My husband is hilarious.
75. He says all the uncomfortable and awful things that everyone thinks, but nobody says.
76. I used to want a boob job.
77. Now I don't
78. I'm not sure why but I am happier with my body after kids than I was before.
79. Maybe because I am impressed with what it is capable of.
80. I'm so crafty...I make people!
81. I read that somewhere and it cracked me up.
82. Speaking of babies...
83. There is a new baby on my street.
84. I have stayed away out of respect for the family, but today I must go over.
85. I have baby fever.
86. I need to hold the little love and marvel at her perfection.
87. And I need to give her some big Texas bows.
88. Okay, they are tiny Texas bows but we don't want to scare the little lamb.
89. Or her mother.
90. My house is almost spotless.
91. I just need to bleach the upstairs bathrooms.
92. I have 4 bathrooms in my house. Well, 3 1/2. But 4 toilets to scrub.
93. That was a bad idea.
94. Because my kids poop and then dont flush.
95. And I find it 3 days later.
96. GAG!
97. I love all of my blog readers.
98. Shine on you crazy diamonds!
99. You complete me.

F you firefox 3!

Has anybody else downloaded firefox 3 and now their adobe flashplayer doesn't work anymore. Grr, rawr.

Anybody know how to fix it?

Bows

Today my friend Dana showed me the super secret bow shop of Katy, TX. I guess it isn't too super secret because I told 2 other friends that I was going to a secret bow shop and they said, "Oh, is it the one in a warehouse?" Um, yep! That's the one. So I guess I should say that my friend Dana took me to the bow shop that I was the last to hear about.

I have been fretting over Kimberly's hair her entire life. Here is a picture of her just before her 2nd birthday. *okay I have to stop right now to feel the crushing pain in my heart when I look at my girl when she was smaller. Oh lord look at that sweet face* Whew! Anyway, look at her hair...

Here is the front.

Okay and here is her hair in the back. She was 2 here people. Her hair grows slower than any other child I've ever met. Look:


Since she is going into first grade next year, I decided that I need to detract from her short stringy split ended hair and stock her up on bows. This was in the clearance bin and Kim loved it! It's not the traditional hand tied big 'ole Texas bow but it is pretty cute nonetheless:


And while I was shopping for bows, Kimberly went crazy in the bin-o-fugly-bracelets. I think they make her feel fancy:


Here is what we came home with in exchange for a bucket full of money:


I loved watching her arrange and touch every one. She was holding them and talking about how happy she was going to be when she wears then to first grade.


My sweet girl. This is her thankful face. She didn't just say thank you though. She sat me on the sofa, gave me a shoulder massage, cooked up a pot of coffee and opened a can of peaches and served them to me in a plastic bowl.


I think her love language is gifts

Humble Pie

This morning the first thing Jeff said to me was, "Did you pay the cable bill?"

In true Stella form I snipped back, "Of course I paid the bill. Somebody probably cut the cable line or something." Hee hee. After Jeff left for work I called the cable company and the automated voice squeaked that I had made my last payment on May 15th. Hee hee. That would put me over a month late...and definitely fair game to have my cable shut off. Oops. It's not lack of money like it was in the early years of our marriage, (ahhhh, those broke ass years full of love, hope, and ramen noodles), but I just forgot. Or maybe I subliminally wanted a little extra spending money in Disney World and blew off the more frivolous bill. Who knows.

This means that I need a sugar daddy. Oh wait...I'm married. I think this means I need a job. Would I be a terrible Mommy for staying home with one child their entire babyhood, toddlerhood, and preschool years, but send the other kid to the sharks at the tender age of 3? Especially because my 3 year old is so sensitive. Oh, and speaking of sensitive, do I coddle him or toughen him up. I have no...

Okay you know what? Just forget about my whole martyr Mom paragraph above. My husband just called. We had a fun little speaker phone conversation between me, him and his administrative assistant. They are going out to dinner in a group for some world wide meeting or something. I told him to have fun and bring me something.

He said, "Well, what do you want?" and I said, "Chocolate cake!" Then he pretended to whine and compain in a cute way that told me that dessert is on the way.

Then his secretary (or admin, whatevs) said, "Don't worry...I'll make sure he comes home with something chocolate for you!"

Then I said, "Thank you! Yeah Jeff, listen to your admin." And then he said, "She's not my admin...she's my boss." And I quipped, "Well listen to you boss at work!"

Hahahahahaha! I'm so cool and witty. Then we hang up the phone and I think ha...ha...yessir this would be much more funny if she didn't have such big boobs. I'm not an insecure person...really I'm not. And it's not about how pretty she is. Honestly, if he were to cheat it wouldn't be with her. Hmmm, at least the up side is that if he were to ever cheat on me doesn't that mean that I get to have a fling too?

Hey I'm just looking for the silver lining here...

:D

Three is a magic number

For Liam...and all you School House Rock and Blind Melon fans!

3 Oh, it's the magic number...

...oh yes it is, it's the magic number. (do you have school house rock playing in your mind now?)

It's my 300th post! Hot Damn I think I have an addiction. Or is it just a healthy way to express myself. Or is it an excuse not to clean my house? Whatever it is, I like it. A lot.

Since we are talking about 3's...and multiples of 3, let me also talk about my triathlon training. Today is only day 2 of training. I started over a month ago but was struck down by the devil germ, salmonella, so today is the official start of my training. Today for the first time, I tried to do a 'brick'. I guess brick is a term for stacking either swimming, biking or running together. Today I did my 10 mile bike ride and I was feeling great. I was careful not to burn too much energy in my legs. It I was climbing an incline in the road, I would just spin gently and not power through with my leg muscles. I took it slow and easy...all while The Black Eyed Peas bumped in my iPod.

I got home, dropped off my bike and started walking. What the fuck? My legs weren't working. I stopped and stretched my quads and changed my music (Paralyzer by Finger 11 if you were curious) to get me amped up and started walking. I wasn't really in pain, but my legs were rubber and just had no energy in them. I turned the corner and got the the main road and I couldn't catch my breath and my heart was burning in my chest. Oh hell no. I thought I was in shape! I stopped until I could breath again and then hobbled home. How pathetic. I think I walked 1/8 of a mile. Oh well a brick is a brick, yes? Maybe if I spiked my gatorade with whey protein I would get the boost of energy I needed to keep moving. Also, next time I am going to try to bike maybe 3 or 4 miles, and then walk one mile...then rinse and repeat once. Biking 10 miles and running on my first brick was probably a bad idea. Live and learn, eh?

Are you bored yet? :D

Do you hear that?

Ahhhh. It's silence. No kids screaming with delight because of horsey back rides from grandma and grandpa. No stories of grandma's 3rd cousin's twice removed husbands best friends wifes bunion surgery.

No more *gentle* reminders from the in laws like, "Did you pack suncreen? I have sunscreen. It's spf 50. What is yours? 30? Oh....well I have spf 50 in that you can use so the kids don't get a sunburn." And then there was the, "I don't know why you just tucked in Kennen (mind you this was 9:30 at night on the day we flew home from Orlando), he was just jumping around having fun...he's definitely not tired." Rawwwwrrrrrrr-growllllll-grrrrrrrr-teeth gnashing was my response to that one. Yessiree I had enough.

Okay now I'm just being mean. I have learned to let my in laws love me in the way that they know how...which is kind of smothery. But day 7, 8 and 9 of their visit was more like I felt suffocated.

I was raised by a single Mom that taught me how to be independant and treated me like I was capable and brilliant. I have my very large ego to thank for the way my Mom raised me. It does have its downsides though. My Mom is very hands off. It is how I prefer things, but it does have its drawbacks...majorly annoying drawbacks:

"Fly away...be free little soul...no I don't want to babysit your kids...but you can stay at my house if you visit...but we like to go to bed at 8:30pm so keep the kids quiet...and don't let them touch my china teacups...And no don't expect to have anything in the house you can feed your kids...No not even milk...they can drink tap water like you did."

I think that my in laws were ready to go home too. Kennen was being a super brat with the last week of overindulgence. There was one night after dinner that we were all exasperated with Kennen because he wouldn't get into his carseat. Then Papa pulled out the big guns and said, "Get into your carseat before I beat your ass." Jeff and I laughed from the front seat and Jeff called him out on it and Papa said, "Did I really say that?" No Papa...you just thought it out loud.