A very important date!

Last week Jeff took a half a day off work, we found a babysitter and we had a date! Can you believe it? A DATE! Woo hoo!

We got ready together, flossed together, brushed together and got in the truck and had to hurry to not be late for our reservations...at the dentist! Did you know that dentists take couples? Yeah me neither. When I called the office to make appointments for both of us, the receptionist said that we could come in together. "Couples do it all the time." Wow. Who knew?

We were in rooms side by side and it actually was pretty fun because we were talking through the walls to each other. When the dentist came into my room I told her that just sitting in the dentist chair makes me nervous. That's when Jeff yelled out, "I'm here for you baby!" Me and the dentist were cracking up.

Guess who had more cavities? That would be me. I have 7 and Jeff only has 1! I call bullshit on that. I've seen the man brush his teeth. His technique is not so much about taking time to brush the scuzz off and but more about speed. And...AND my gums are in rough shape too. She did the stabby test where she check how deep she can sink her metal spikey thing into my gums and I have mostly 3's and 4's and even a couple of 5's. Time to start flossing I suppose!

After I was done with my cleaning, I heard Jeff try to ask the dentist how many cavities I had. She told him he had to ask me himself! After he was done we went to the receptionist to schedule our fillings and Jeff gave me so much shit for my 7 cavities! I told him he needs to shut his pie hole. Our dentist vouched for me and said that birthing his little ankle biters probably contributed to my cavity prone teeth.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Sounds about right...

Your Issue Profile: 28% Obama, 72% McCain

When it gets down to it, you tend to best match John McCain. But he's not the perfect candidate for you, and you may not be sold on him yet. Obama shares a good number of your views too, so you might want to give him a second look. It all comes down to which issues matter to you the most.

Should You Vote for Obama or McCain?

Use it or lose it!

That is how I feel about writing lately. Totally uninspired and when I do try to blog, it's dull dull dull.

Where is the witty banter that my fingers are usually posessed with? Writing just feels so forced. I guess because I have been neglecting my writing self. I am forcing myself to blog today and you, my few faithful readers, will have to endure a few shitty posts until I get my mojo back.

This morning was picture day and I had the best little Janie and Jack outfit picked out and ready to go. The only problem is that Kimberly had a major aversion to 'green'. "Green is not my thing Mom"

WTF? It was a pink top with a few green stripes and after I wrestled her into it, she slumped her shoulders and cried. Damnit. We rummaged through her closet and found a shirt that was acceptable to both of us and I angrily was steaming it in the bedroom. Jeff was still in bed listening to Kim and I argue and I said,

"Ask Daddy if he thinks what I picked out is cute or not." This is where he rolled over and said, "I'm just going to stay out of it..." then 10 seconds later he was 'snoring again.' Kimmy and I kept snipping back and forth at each other over how horrible/lovely the color green is. I said, "You don't have to wear it today for pictures, but you are definitely wearing it tomorrow!" Kimmy groaned, rolled her eyes and said "FINE!". Then Jeff started laughing. Aha! I knew he was fake sleeping. What a turd.

Poor New Orleans

Seriously! The last city that needs this right now is New Orleans. After another big hurricane it is going to be a soup bowl again. I pray for the people of New Orleans that the storm does not hit them. They are nowhere near normal again but the city was slowly being rebuilt. Now what?

The good news is that Houston is in the 'cone'. Is it bad to hope for the hurricane to hit my city? I want the cool air, the rain, and the excitement. I have been here for 2 1/2 years and I still have not been in a hurricane. Oh wait...will I still have wireless? Hmmm...maybe I should rethink this plan.

I'm proud...

...of the republican camp and John McCain. His pick for VP is brilliant! I just listened to her speech in Ohio and I got goosebumps! This is the first time I have been hopeful and excited about the republican party. Yes I'm republican. No, I don't like the war. Yes I like smaller taxes, smaller government, and for people to be held personally accountable for their own health and wealth.

Do you still love me?

Here she is...the lovely Sarah Palin:

Tushies and Teeth

Last night Jeff got a wild hair up his ass, and decided to take the kids to the park after dinner. WTF? He is an amazing father and my kids are so close to their Daddy...but he does most of his evening parenting from the sofa. He will wrestle with them, play cards with them, play Ben-Ten with them all while chilling on the couch. He stops by the gym on the way home from work so by the time he gets here, he is sore and exhausted.

I join them and walk down the street to the park. We were there for less than five minutes when Kimberly fell off the monkey bars and landed flat of her back. She was SCREAMing out in pain that here tushie hurt. She calms down and then swings for a little while longer before we walked home...with her grabbing her little booty the whole way home. I check her over when we get home and she has bruised or broken her tailbone.

I broke mine when Kennen was a baby and it hurt for about a year. Poor Kimmy-girl. She is going to be in pain for a loooooong time.

Onto more exciting news...I'm going to the dentist today. The last time I went, Kennen was 5 months old. I think I am a weird one that loves the dentist. I'm looking forward to having squeaky clean teeth later on today. I'm not looking forward to knowing how many cavities I have. I'm guessing 10. :D The kids are going in about 2 weeks to a pediatric dentist and I already know that Kim has 2 cavities. Yep, they are visible and growing by the day. They still give laughing gas to kids, right?

First Grader!

Yesterday was the day Kimberly became a first grader! Here she is posing for the classic 'first day of school' photo at our front door. Notice she is a little distracted...

She couldn't keep her eyes off the butterfly that was flitting around her! Isn't a butterfly on the first day of school a good omen? No? Well it is now!


Aha! There it is Mommy!


Look at that sly little grin! Look out first grade! You are no match for my Kimmy-girl!


Yes love...I see the butterfly. But it is time for school so lets get to the bus stop!


Do you see the piece of paper in her hand? That is her teachers name and room number. I tried to pin it to her shirt but she said, "Mom, I look like a baby. Like a kindergartener. I'll just carry it." Okie dokie Kimmy-girl. Sing it with me, "Aint nobody gonna break my stride...ain't nobody gonna hold me down...oh no! I've got to keep on movin'!" tra la la!


Uh oh...


It seems like we've had a change of heart...


It's okay though baby doll. You've got lots of support. See? Even Daddy is here to give you some kisses and words of encouragement!

And Mommy is here too. Come on Kim, lets get back to the photo op!


Time to get on the bus! I literally had to disentangle myself from her freakishly strong grip. She gets the freakishly strong thing from me. :D


Once again I was a stalker Mom. I drove to the school lightening quick. I was snapping pics of Kimmy-girl and she didn't even know I was there. Poor thing...her backpack and lunchbox are weighing her down.


Aww, how cute. She put her stuff away all by herself.


Oh snap...she saw me!
This is where the tears started pouring down. I knew better than to make our goodbye long, drawn out and emotional but I felt a need to make sure she got to her desk okay. She ran to me, wrapped her little arms around my neck and cried, "I want you!" sniff.

Her teacher was wonderful and helped get her back to her desk to start coloring. I ran out of there after a brief kiss...but I peeked into the classroom window for another 10 minutes. Her Kindergarten teacher from last year saw me and said, "She's fine! Go home! You are like the paparazzi!"

Busted! All in all she had a great day. Oh...and that little girl that 'wanted me' so badly this morning? In the afternoon when she got home, I sat by her on the couch and hugged her, asked her about her day and planted a big kiss on her smooshy face. Kimberly nicely, but firmly put up her hand and said, "Mom! I need my space right now."