tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15873442919518539432024-03-05T22:54:52.664-08:00THE ADVENTURES OF A STAY AT HOME MOMMY!Wonder Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06389186533798428464noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587344291951853943.post-78582666727615621342008-10-13T12:37:00.000-07:002008-10-13T13:13:17.404-07:00Weekend Update!<ul><li><strong>Friday ~ Friday was when I went out for Holly's birthday. It was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">allot</span> of fun although I was sober. I think I actually had more fun being sober then what I do when I'm drunk. We went to 4 different bars. The last bar we went to was so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">crowded</span>. When we were on the dance floor we didn't even have to dance <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">because</span> we were getting bumped into so much that it looked like we were dancing. It was really fun though, We left the bar at 1:30 and went to eat at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">IHOP</span>. I love there chicken salads . Yummy!! I want one now!!</strong></li><li><strong>Saturday ~ Saturday night Kaylee and I went with my brother, sister in law, and my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">nieces</span> and nephew to Lockwood Parks haunted hay ride. We got there and purchased our hay ride tickets <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">and they</span> told us we couldn't get in line <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">until</span> 9:45. It was only 8:30! Thankfully they had live music, games, and face painting to entertain the kids. Once we were able to get in line we had to wait another hour before we got on the hay ride. It wasn't worth the wait honestly. They had <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">allot</span> of displays but only 2 monsters jumped out at us. I remember when I was younger there were monsters every 5 feet jumping out at you and chasing the wagon. Sometimes they would even jump on it. Not this time though, the tractor driver pulling the wagon was going way to fast for us to see anything, let alone for any monsters to jump up on the wagon. It was more funny then scary. But, it's O.K. Kaylee made sure I got my scare for the night. When the ride stopped, and everyone was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">supposed</span> to get off Kaylee jumped up and ran off in front of our group. I thought she's 5, she knows to wait for us. Ha, yeah right! When we got off the wagon we were all looking and yelling for her. I took off running and yelling for her because I'm crazy, I mean because I went into panic mode. I lost my daughter!! As the tractor and wagon was pulling away the tour guide on the wagon <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">laughed</span> and said, "I hope she's not under the wagon!" AS THEY WERE PULLING AWAY HE SAID THAT!! What if she was ?! She would have been killed or injured very badly, and I would have been killing him! Jamie ( my sister in law) checked under the wagon and thank God she wasn't under there. So, back to me. I was running down a hill and screaming her name not looking where I was going, but instead looking into the crowd ahead of me. I ran right into a wooden fence! I broke the fence and fell on my face. Hurt my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">ankle</span>, I have a bruise on my ribs, and injured my back even more then what it already was. I'm sure that had to be really funny to see though. A crazy lady running down a hill screaming Kaylee , thinks she super woman, tries to run through a fence, and falls flat on her face after breaking the fence! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Hahaha</span>, whatever! I was freaked. My brother helped me up and despite the pain, I went running for her again. I found her about 5 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">minutes</span> after getting off the hay ride but it felt like 5 hours. There were cops standing around just staring at me. You would have thought a staff member or a cop would have been <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">concerned</span> and tried to help me look for her. They didn't though. Nobody did except for the people I was with. If paying $5 dollars to ride a stupid haunted hay ride <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">doesn't</span> scare you then just tell your child to get lost and run away from you. That will scare you so much <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">that</span> you feel the need to run yourself right into a wooden fence!</strong></li><li><strong>Sunday~ Sunday was just a lazy day. I didn't do anything really besides lounge around and nurse my wounds from that stupid fence! </strong></li></ul>Wonder Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06389186533798428464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587344291951853943.post-59011395704661501902008-10-10T17:10:00.000-07:002008-10-10T17:33:12.677-07:00This mama is bustin' out!!Yeah you read it right! I'm bustin' out of the house tonight! Woot Woot! I'm going out with Holly and friends for her 22ND birthday. We're going to bar hop and have allot of fun. Except for tonight I am going to see the bar in a whole different view. Sober. Calm down and don't jinx me! I'm not pregnant!! I have volunteered myself to be the designated driver, for the first time in my life. I don't really have money to go to drink, don't feel like dealing with the hangover, and when I'm drunk I have a hard time telling myself I've had enough. Holly didn't have a driver so I figured this would be a good way to save myself from all of that hell. I know I won't have as much fun, but I know I will still have a good time being out with my friends. O.K. enough rambling I have to go make myself look like a 23 year old young lady and not a hillbilly mom.Wonder Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06389186533798428464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587344291951853943.post-14682986345158158752008-10-08T20:47:00.000-07:002008-10-08T21:31:56.788-07:00Bad Costumes!<div><div><strong>Kaylee and I were searching the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Internet</span> tonight looking for an angel costume. we seen some really cute ones, but there were some really bad ones too. People actually let there little girls wear these stripper costumes? Please do not let your little girl walk around house to house knocking on the door asking for candy in these costumes! Yes, she may be your little sweet heart and sound so innocent when she holds out her bag and says trick or treat BUT she will look like a stripper and hate you for it later. </strong><strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9XsovBs-H2oAPHaZSFzNktZBTkcvGzqz9v0fNSnJX1N8DvMpr1ibrC1p2QsBUbVcf5feP4_2ga6d_yw5weI7DQdiwy0_yFgmiEC1odiBvPcviQA4taP6_2bAoY8BgW9eghiD7hzR3rpaZ/s1600-h/charmSchoolWitchChild.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254997962518765138" style="WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" height="200" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9XsovBs-H2oAPHaZSFzNktZBTkcvGzqz9v0fNSnJX1N8DvMpr1ibrC1p2QsBUbVcf5feP4_2ga6d_yw5weI7DQdiwy0_yFgmiEC1odiBvPcviQA4taP6_2bAoY8BgW9eghiD7hzR3rpaZ/s200/charmSchoolWitchChild.jpg" width="189" border="0" /></a>This is called Charm School Witch. This looks just like the outfits they wear on <a href="http://www.vh1.com/video/play.jhtml?id=1596295&vid=286046">Charm School </a>( a reality T.V show on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">VH</span>1) . <a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/charm%20school/MAAD92/l_8402339518bb07d97776ef68ad165e53.jpg?o=21" target="_blank"><img src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff166/MAAD92/l_8402339518bb07d97776ef68ad165e53.jpg" /></a>The girls are on there because they are bad girls, nobody you would want your .daughter to look up to! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Then we have this costume <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255001550739236226" style="CURSOR: hand" height="228" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5fXpiNnPQhbtNwM19AKiwHGQ8FGT5nfv5fjUyIAqr3pKpzjaG_5IyiN9ONFS-Vr4UUOZn3GuxYanBrm8_L2uT2zsfDZTpOSjiW89mBc6Q2Dn9d8SQDYW2Sz5FlOolDZKBwl7316_fBf1e/s200/R885673.jpg" width="159" border="0" />It <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">doesn't</span> look like a stripper <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">costume</span>. It's actually kind of cute. I'm all for Harley. I was actually thinking about saving it to my favorites just to have it on the back burner to show Kaylee when she tells me she changed her mind again. Then I thought about it. That little girl is all dressed up in her biker gear like she's 2 seconds away from hopping on her Harley..... in a SKIRT!! Classy ladies do not ride in skirts. Only trashy ladies who want there <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">coochie</span> blown in the wind do that type of thing. What the hell are people thinking when they are making these costumes? Why couldn't they make the costume with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">pleather</span> pants that fit like little girls pants should fit? I know... I know the little girl is just going trick or treating and not actually jumping on her Harley, I'm not a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">total</span> idiot. Well, I'd like to think I'm not, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">haha</span>. I just want these damn costumes to make <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">sense</span>!! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">C'mon</span> people <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">that's</span> not asking for that much!</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div></div>Wonder Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06389186533798428464noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587344291951853943.post-72656070940085608912008-10-08T08:30:00.001-07:002008-10-08T08:36:19.395-07:00Thank God For Angels!<strong>NEWS FLASH!! KAYLEE HAS CHANGED HER MIND!!!!</strong><br />Kaylee no longer wants to be a killer boy clown for Halloween! Yayyyyyyyy! My little devil wants to be a little angel! That is so much better! I wish I had the money right now to run to the store and pick up an angel costume so she can't change her mind again! I'm sure by the end of the day she'll want to be a coffee cup or something crazy. Still that's better then a killer BOY clown! Thank God For Angels!!Wonder Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06389186533798428464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587344291951853943.post-80488648287722029122008-10-04T23:41:00.000-07:002008-10-05T00:44:34.239-07:00Halloween<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwCLJxFM8cF2HwobTZOYSp93ZmLsvQh5fURg5PTCSsIHjYTLqyMKZHxsjjI1G1D-ZmKTM-a6MbAaqm6cEWE08yCYsFo_omRKyVQ4FZcU4IbPem-BNN1b7fdwDRJVwmK0i-rVbyf_0YwJY8/s1600-h/k+baby+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253571370262319618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="202" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwCLJxFM8cF2HwobTZOYSp93ZmLsvQh5fURg5PTCSsIHjYTLqyMKZHxsjjI1G1D-ZmKTM-a6MbAaqm6cEWE08yCYsFo_omRKyVQ4FZcU4IbPem-BNN1b7fdwDRJVwmK0i-rVbyf_0YwJY8/s200/k+baby+003.jpg" width="200" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Yay</span>, Halloween is on it's way! I love Halloween and all the fun fall activities that go along with it. I love getting Kaylee all dressed up in cute costumes. Her first Halloween she was a pumpkin, then a lady bug, care bear, and a pirate. This year she wants to be this !<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM1gx3aQh-ApULssdcLP800f-_Hd_11ae6RvI6l1xr8ceBtXMmzQwSNdnU_QVua88EDnFWzWeyS2R_LWDlSv_Fjy8iPvuh48-ecTal6elpd6s1Z5lN_7UUAGUkXJ8yQf27Q_icHlFWdGwT/s1600-h/151-300-882427.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253563641595031458" style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" height="200" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM1gx3aQh-ApULssdcLP800f-_Hd_11ae6RvI6l1xr8ceBtXMmzQwSNdnU_QVua88EDnFWzWeyS2R_LWDlSv_Fjy8iPvuh48-ecTal6elpd6s1Z5lN_7UUAGUkXJ8yQf27Q_icHlFWdGwT/s200/151-300-882427.jpg" width="135" border="0" /></a><br /><br />What the hell?! This is not cute!! This isn't even for a GIRL!! I showed her this clown costume.<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEictl3aC1qgqgmrIXxnkI7IsEc9RP4rG6RukxOkV_dVf_Prmo-ScF9LZxTeqrGzelijPgedxfEFrxhtMxVH2pqQEWzIngF3sarRffpKCEjvjBTsiBhu6WNLvm6o27BjysNYZ1fyijingAoA/s1600-h/00010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253564268494831410" style="WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px" height="200" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEictl3aC1qgqgmrIXxnkI7IsEc9RP4rG6RukxOkV_dVf_Prmo-ScF9LZxTeqrGzelijPgedxfEFrxhtMxVH2pqQEWzIngF3sarRffpKCEjvjBTsiBhu6WNLvm6o27BjysNYZ1fyijingAoA/s200/00010.jpg" width="215" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div>I told her people would think she was cute and they'd know she was a GIRL. I could do her makeup and she wouldn't have to worry about that hot and stinky mask that you can't see out of. She said she didn't want to be cute she wanted to be scary.Great.. just freaking great. My daughter wants to dress up as a boy for Halloween! Not just any boy though, she wants to be a scary killer clown BOY!!!!!<br /></div><div> </div><div>I did some searching with my fingers crossed hoping I would be able to find something she would like better. These costumes are meant for a GIRL!<br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFCK_fUdY3BBzIZpTlI8vLV30Zg8zw_3dPizW3omCHAgyHzgUJ86KjyTKISwOJP3dZB_KPVlg81AOiD1F4wK6Ahc6EJx9vKbQuXiprS_o0vBR3oykEuVf2YRhQnJFikIp5mtsQ11QN8TFU/s1600-h/R882851.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253565941326681042" style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" height="206" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFCK_fUdY3BBzIZpTlI8vLV30Zg8zw_3dPizW3omCHAgyHzgUJ86KjyTKISwOJP3dZB_KPVlg81AOiD1F4wK6Ahc6EJx9vKbQuXiprS_o0vBR3oykEuVf2YRhQnJFikIp5mtsQ11QN8TFU/s200/R882851.jpg" width="159" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>How about this pretty little witch!</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7UzhZA24Nc4uRjjl390QrOOgsGDZCRYHhZU6RdW8lqTh-B2MS2JVNcnu9Q9Opl3yv5R1YLLXjJIyRIrbB7dHXpr4lY6pChjZQAO-pGxzWqNQHqIRJwZhq0m1R2hbbNO2u6M4Cb0Z4HAps/s1600-h/R881029.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253567119034723538" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" height="233" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7UzhZA24Nc4uRjjl390QrOOgsGDZCRYHhZU6RdW8lqTh-B2MS2JVNcnu9Q9Opl3yv5R1YLLXjJIyRIrbB7dHXpr4lY6pChjZQAO-pGxzWqNQHqIRJwZhq0m1R2hbbNO2u6M4Cb0Z4HAps/s200/R881029.jpg" width="159" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div>This fancy Vampire costume is really nice !</div><br /><div>Ugh... who am I kidding? She hated those costumes and many more I tried showing her. She is dead set in wanting to be a BOY clown for Halloween. I will not give up on my search to find Kaylee a scary GIRL costume!<br /></div><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Wonder Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06389186533798428464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587344291951853943.post-11142588774948163362008-06-21T21:46:00.001-07:002008-06-21T22:16:42.374-07:00Boredom At it's Best!<table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2><tr><td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center><br /><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'><br /><strong>Your Mind is PG-13 Rated</strong><br /></font></td></tr><br /><tr><td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><br /><center><img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/doyouhaveadirtymindquiz/dirty-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"></center><br /><font color="#000000"><br />Your mind is definitely a little dirty. You're naughty, but not trashy.<br /><br />You don't shy away from a dirty joke, and you're clearly not a prude.<br /></font></td></tr></table><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouhaveadirtymindquiz/">Do You Have a Dirty Mind?</a></div><br /><br /><strong></strong> I think that fits me pretty well!<br /><table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2><tr><td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center><br /><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'><br /><strong>Your EQ is 120</strong><br /></font></td></tr><br /><tr><td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><br /><center><img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyoureqquiz/eq-5.gif" height="100" width="100"></center><br /><font color="#000000"><br />You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt.<br /><br /><br /><br />On an average day, you're quite happy, together, and content. You live your life well.<br /><br />Your emotions aren't always stable, but you can go along with the ups and downs pretty well.<br /><br /><br /><br />You tend to be motivated, energetic, focused, and level headed.<br /><br />You see the world pretty rationally, and you don't tend to over dramatize things. When things are bad, you know they eventually have to get better.<br /></font></td></tr></table><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyoureqquiz/">What's Your EQ (Emotional Intelligence Quotient)?</a></div><br /><br /><strong></strong> This one is true too!<br /><table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2><tr><td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center><br /><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'><br /><strong>Your Blogging Type is Logical and Principled</strong><br /></font></td></tr><br /><tr><td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><br /><center><img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/social.jpg" height="100" width="100"></center><br /><font color="#000000"><br />You like to voice your well thought out opinions on your blog.<br /><br />And if someone doesn't what you write, you really don't care!<br /><br />Serious and blunt, sometimes people take your blog the wrong way.<br /><br />But you're a true and loyal friend to those who truly get you.<br /></font></td></tr></table><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/">What's Your Blogging Personality?</a></div><br /><br /><strong></strong> Don't really think this one is me!<br /><br /><table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2><tr><td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center><br /><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'><br /><strong>You Are a Good Girl!</strong><br /></font></td></tr><br /><tr><td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><br /><center><img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouapartygirlquiz/good-girl.jpg" height="100" width="100"></center><br /><font color="#000000"><br />You're into fun - but it has to be your own brand of fun<br /><br />Drinking? No thanks. You rather spend your time differently...<br /><br />Whether it's talking with friends, taking up a hobby, or reading<br /><br />You're not the type to socialize just for socializing's sake!<br /></font></td></tr></table><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouapartygirlquiz/">Are You a Party Girl?</a></div><br /><strong></strong> Sad but true!Wonder Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06389186533798428464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587344291951853943.post-73356691957243724302008-06-19T21:50:00.000-07:002008-06-19T22:27:20.828-07:00Kids say the darndest things!<strong>*EPISODE TWO*</strong><br /><span style="color:#000000;">My neice Alyson just turned twelve a couple of weeks ago. My parents gave her a visa gift card for her birthday. Alyson and her 9 year old brother walked to a clothing store close by. When she came home she was showing her mother and me what she got. She pulled a pair of really skimpy Playboy shorts out of the bag. Jamie (her mom) started yelling at her telling her that she is only 12 years old and there is no way she's wearing those. ( Jamie is a bigger woman and Alyson is a very skinny girl) Alyson looked at Jamie, waved the shorts at her, and said, " Mom I bought these shorts for you!" The looks on their faces were priceless! Jamie had that look like she wanted to smack Alyson. Alyson had her face all crunched up trying not to laugh, because she knew damn well that she didn't buy those for her mom!</span>Wonder Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06389186533798428464noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587344291951853943.post-23531832050544263242008-06-19T21:44:00.000-07:002008-06-19T22:26:39.960-07:00Floods<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Unfortunately</span> I never got a chance to takes pictures of my uncle's house, because when I went back the next day I could not get down his street! The water had rose that much! We haven't had much rain in the past couple of days so hopefully the water level starts to go back down. The clean up process will still take a while though. I haven't been there in a while, I should go check it out tomorrow and see how everything is. GOD BLESS ALL OF THE FLOOD VICTIMS!Wonder Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06389186533798428464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587344291951853943.post-88578773525687880392008-06-15T20:12:00.000-07:002008-06-16T23:16:15.644-07:00Happy Father's Day!<span style="color:#000000;"><strong>Happy Father's Day to all the daddy's out there!</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /></span><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="color:#000000;">Mike went fishing all day with Damian, my dad, my brother, and my nephew. I was left at home to rot with Dominick so we spent the day with my mom. Kaylee was with her dad. To be honest I was kind of irritated that we never got invited. I would have liked to spend the day with Mike and my father, but <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">at least</span> they had a good time!</span> </span></strong>Wonder Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06389186533798428464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587344291951853943.post-12548288328649972192008-06-13T23:17:00.000-07:002008-06-19T22:32:14.788-07:00What a flooding disaster!<strong><span style="color:#000066;">I live in Illinois and the Rock River runs through my town. We have gotten so much rain lately it's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">unbelievable</span></span>. Every day I kid you not there are flood warnings all over my T.V. screen, although I don't really think any thing of them <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">because</span> I don't live on the river or that close to it <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">that</span></span> it would really affect me. ( Although I should because my road gets flooded into my yard, because the damn city won't have it fixed, but that's another story!) So, I really had no idea how bad all this flooding really is. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Today my mom called my husband begging him to come help my uncle move all of his belongings out of his house because the river is so high it's about to come into the house. He had to move everything including the fridge in fear that the water would come in and destroy it all. Mind you he has an 8 foot sea wall and the water </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">has rose all the way over that up into his yard! </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">When my husband was finished he came home and told me it was really bad. The worst flood he has ever seen in this area! Still after hearing all this I still <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">couldn't</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">believe</span> that it was really that bad! I'm the type that has to see it to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">believe</span> it. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">My sister in law and I decided to go check it out for ourselves. As we were driving along the streets where the flood was taking place, I could not <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">believe</span> what I was seeing. It was flooded 3 blocks away from the river on the opposite side of it! The road wasn't flooded in that area but there were yards so flooded that kids were actually floating on rafts in there yard! As we were driving closer to the river it of course got much worse. Some of the houses were already starting to flood! In <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">attempt</span> to get the water out people had huge sub pumps in there houses with hoses going out to the road and the water was just spewing out of them. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">We finally reached my uncles house. My poor uncle! Just talking to him about this was breaking my heart. What do you say in a situation like this? I'm sorry? Well, duh! What good hearted person wouldn't be sorry? Just 3 houses down from my uncle the road was completely flooded out. The water was up to the windows on the houses. People were actually letting there children swim in that nasty mess! </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">I really wish I could do something to help! I don't have much time or money to donate. I know that sounds selfish, but I can not drag my 3 children into that mess. That would do more harm then good. I'm just glad that I have such an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">awesome</span> husband. <a style="BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="javascript:newWindow(" view="pop','','760','750','resizable')""></a>He got off work early today and spent it helping the flood victims! <a style="BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="javascript:newWindow(" view="pop','','760','750','resizable')""></a></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">I didn't have my camera on me today, but I am going back <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">tomorrow</span> to take pictures and I'll post them on here.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong>Wonder Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06389186533798428464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587344291951853943.post-21466555161857997232008-06-12T21:38:00.000-07:002008-09-22T22:33:48.871-07:00Go for a walk!<span style="color:#000000;">Tonight when my husband got home I caught him staring at my stomach. Well, if you know me you know that I hate when people stare at me! So. I was quietly thinking to myself I mean yelling <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">out loud</span> "If you have something to say then say it, if I'm that beautiful that you can't take you're eyes off my jelly rolls then take a picture, what the heck are you <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">staring</span> at?!" He finally removed his eyes from my stomach looked up at me and said, " You're getting a belly, you should take the kids and the dog for a walk every morning." Is he serious? Oh dear God I think he has just lost his freaking mind! SURE HONEY, EVERY MORNING AFTER I WAKE UP AND CHANGE THE BABIES ROTTEN DIAPER, AFTER I FEED HIM, AFTER I MAKE KAYLEE BREAKFAST, AFTER I TELL KAYLEE 500 TIMES THAT SHE CAN'T GO SWIMMING BECAUSE DAD IS MAKING US GO FOR A WALK I MEAN BECAUSE WE HAVE TO WALK BECAUSE MY BELLY IS TURNING INTO JELLY, AFTER I TAKE A SHOWER BECAUSE GOD KNOWS I AM NOT LEAVING THE HOUSE WITH MY HAIR LOOKING LIKE <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">MEDUSA</span>, AFTER I CLEAN THE HOUSE, AND DO THE 40 LOADS OF LAUNDRY WE HAVE EVERY DAY , I WILL TIE THE DOG TO MY WASTE WHILE HOLDING ON TO THE STROLLER, AND LET HIM DRAG US DOWN THE STREET BECAUSE BY THEN I HAVE NO ENERGY!! Ugh, what the heck is wrong with him? <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">OK</span>, I agree walking is good for you, and MAYBE my stomach does need to be tightened up a little bit, but why can't we walk together? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">C'mon</span> Tiny, you're bigger then me, you could afford to shed a few pounds too! Why does he expect me to drag all 3 kids out and as if that's not enough the dog too, by myself? Tomorrow night when he gets off work you can bet you're butt he's going walking with me and our circus. I mean our wonderful kids! You better watch what you say there buddy! I AM WOMAN HEAR ME ROAR!!<br /><br /></span><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span>Wonder Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06389186533798428464noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587344291951853943.post-20601263200257396622008-06-11T10:16:00.000-07:002008-09-22T22:34:44.584-07:00How about those grades?<span style="color:#000000;"><strong>On Monday Damian ( my 12 year old step son) received his last report card for the 6t<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">h</span> grade! He's been <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">grounded</span> since the 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">nd</span> quarter in school for his bad grades.He's not a dumb kid by any means. He just <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">doesn't</span> apply himself. He's our lover boy. He'd rather be passing love notes and showing off then paying attention and doing his work.<br />We told him if he didn't get any grades lower then a "C" then he could be ungrounded for the summer. When he got home from his last day of school I was ready to hear his famous excuses : I forgot it at school, I was the only kid in the whole school that didn't get one, it must have magically <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">disappeared</span> out of my back pack, the excuses are endless. This time though he came right in and handed me his report card. I almost died! I screamed, " What have you done with my son? Where are all the excuses?" Damian of course rolled his eyes and said,"Just look at it and tell me if I'm ungrounded!" I pulled the little <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">piece</span> of paper out of the envelope. I was impressed with what I saw! He didn't get <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">straight</span> "A's" or even one "A", but he did improve <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">allot</span>!<br /></strong></span><ul><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>READING </strong></span></span></li></ul><p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><strong>Quarter 3* C+ QUARTER 4* C+ </strong></span></p><ul><li><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><strong>ENGLISH</strong></span></li></ul><p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><strong>Quarter 3* F QUARTER 4* C-</strong></span></p><ul><li><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><strong>MATH</strong></span></li></ul><p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><strong>Quarter 3* D QUARTER 4* C</strong></span></p><ul><li><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><strong>SPELLING</strong></span></li></ul><p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><strong>Quarter 3* F QUARTER 4* C-</strong></span></p><ul><li><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><strong>SCIENCE</strong></span></li></ul><p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><strong>Quarter 3* D- QUARTER 4* D</strong></span></p><ul><li><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><strong>SOCIAL STUDIES</strong></span></li></ul><p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><strong>Quarter 3* C+ QUARTER4* B-</strong></span></p><p><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>He only got one "D". I know that's not good, but you have to give credit where credit is due. He improved and after all, he did pass the 6<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">th</span> grade! When I told him he was ungrounded he squealed like a cheerleader who's team just scored a touch down! WAY TO GO DAMIAN!!</strong></span></p><blockquote></blockquote>Wonder Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06389186533798428464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587344291951853943.post-59191305678971472322008-06-09T23:40:00.000-07:002008-06-16T23:12:38.200-07:00Yummy in my tummy!<span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;">I know everybody has tasted the yummy corn dogs that they have at the fair! So you all should know what I'm talking about, if not then this is your lucky day! Tonight I felt creative so I made home made corn dogs and they tasted just like the ones from the fair. The way they looked is a different story. Next time I'll have to work on the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">appearance</span>! The next time you get a craving for a corn dog and it's the middle of winter, no fairs are in site , and a frozen one just won't due, try this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">recipe</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Sense</span> I love <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">recipes</span> and trying new things, if you do use this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">recipe</span> please leave me one to try! Hey I could be starting a new blog trend, I mean I hope I'm starting a new blog trend! If you don't have a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">recipe</span> or don't want to leave me one, please just let me know if you liked it!</span><br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"><strong>Ingredients: </strong></span></p><ul><li><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"><strong>3/4 cup yellow cornmeal ( I used JIFFY corn muffin mix )</strong></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"><strong>3/4 cup self-rising flour </strong></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"><strong>1 egg, beaten </strong></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"><strong>2/3 cup milk</strong></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"><strong>10 Popsicle sticks or 10 5cm x 30cm doll rods ( I used 10 doll rods cut down to size. They're cheaper and fit better.)</strong></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"><strong>10 hot dogs</strong></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>deep fryer</strong></span> </span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffff00;">Directions: In a large bowl, combine cornmeal, flour and egg. Stir in milk to make a thick batter. Let stand 4 minutes. Insert sticks into hot dogs, dip in batter.Heat oil to 375°. Fry corn dogs until golden brown, about 5-6 minutes. Drain on paper towel. </span></p><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"></span>Wonder Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06389186533798428464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587344291951853943.post-15864541391484879852008-06-07T23:26:00.000-07:002008-06-16T23:11:50.465-07:00Kids say the darndest things!<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><span style="color:#00cccc;">*<strong>Episode One*</strong></span></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">I was in the bathroom, my four month old Dominick and my four year old daughter Kaylee were in the living room. Dominick started fussing and Kaylee tried to comfort him. She started singing, "HUSH LITTLE BABY DON'T SAY A WORD, MAMA'S GONNA BUY YOU A HUMMING BIRD, IF THAT HUMMING BIRD DON'T SING, I'M GONNA CHOKE IT AND THROW IT IN THE GARBAGE!!" I overheard her and she made me laugh so hard! I don't encourage or allow my children to harm animals in anyway, so please don't get the wrong idea. I just thought it was funny because she didn't know the whole verse so she made up her own. After I stopped laughing I went into the living room and told her choking humming birds isn't nice, and I sung her the correct version of the song! </span></div>Wonder Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06389186533798428464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587344291951853943.post-8522916018273631252008-06-07T19:24:00.000-07:002008-06-16T23:11:00.749-07:00Coach Heather<span style="color:#ff0000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209348049890570530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="156" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxqQDacfCa2Uk-UBw-C9WZUhusW6llva5EcZ4TLh9_l0V_Xr9QczMq1WAaUgvKNL1OmyWVFDAaweVsX7LC977aMloCz-d8zT-n14xm2hVNBhhh5Xz_wXLq5feH2OLgh5qKx1rMhoj_vLWp/s200/T-Ball+2008+041.jpg" width="200" border="0" /></span><span style="color:#ffff00;"> Ka</span><span style="color:#ffff00;">ylee running when she hit her home run!! </span><br /><div><br /><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;">That's right I'm coach Heather! I coach a t-ball team. I never imagined myself running around on a baseball diamond with eleven wild boys and girls, ages four through six! I love it, but they exhaust me!</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">We have been practicing for about six weeks and today was our first game. When they stepped out on the f<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ield</span> it was like they had never been to a day of practice in there life! It was quite amusing. </span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">When our team was up to bat I was the third base coach. We have practiced the signals the base coach would give them several times during practice. Like I said though, when we played our first game they forgot <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">everything</span> they learned! The kids were stealing bases, running into <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">each other</span>, building dirt castles, and even sitting down on the base like it was a great place to take a break! What a beautiful disaster! </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">When they played the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">field</span> it was just as funny. We'd tell them to play third base and they'd stand on the pitchers mound. If we told them there position was first base <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">they'd</span> stand right in the way of the runner, so the runner would have to run around them. You'd think yelling, "MOVE YOU'RE GOING TO GET RAN OVER" would help, but oh no today they thought they were invisible! They had more time to spend on there dirt castles when they were playing the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">field</span> so they were much bigger and better! </span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Even with all of that I think they did really good! You can't expect too much out <strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">of kids <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">their</span> age. I was actually really proud of my team!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">My daughter Kaylee was so cute and funny out there! She was the last batter in the line up. In t-ball they don't have an umpire or keep score, so the last batter up runs all the bases no matter how far they hit the ball. Every time she hit the<br />ball she thought she got a home run! She was so proud of herself.</span></strong></span></strong></span></strong></span></strong></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">This is just the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">beginning</span> of the t-ball season so I'm sure you'll hear many more stories from the coach of the crazy children ;)</span></strong> </span></strong></span></strong></span></strong></span></strong></div></div>Wonder Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06389186533798428464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587344291951853943.post-63967429331885060642008-06-01T21:25:00.000-07:002008-06-16T23:17:35.558-07:00Fifteen Facts About Me!<p><span style="color:#993399;">This is the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">beginning</span> of my blog . I'm going to start this blog off with 15 facts about me! How fun, huh? I know I'm not that interesting, but I figured it'll give anybody that reads this a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">sense</span> of who I am. </span></p><ol><li><span style="color:#993399;">I am 100% female</span></li><li><span style="color:#993399;">You can call me Super Mom</span></li><li><span style="color:#993399;">I am 23 years young</span></li><li><span style="color:#993399;">I've been married for almost 2 long years, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">lol</span>, just kidding Mike</span></li><li><span style="color:#993399;">I have 2 children and 1 step son, they are crazy but wonderful</span></li><li><span style="color:#993399;">I'm a natural red head</span></li><li><span style="color:#993399;">I was born and raised in Illinois</span></li><li><span style="color:#993399;">I wish I could be as good at blogging as the women out here making thousands of dollars a month</span></li><li><span style="color:#993399;">I'm a boring stay at home mom</span></li><li><span style="color:#993399;">I love my computer</span></li><li><span style="color:#993399;">My favorite color is pink</span></li><li><span style="color:#993399;">I have a dog named Junior</span></li><li><span style="color:#993399;">I love reality TV</span></li><li><span style="color:#993399;">Eight PM is my favorite time of the day or night I should say, I put the kids to bed and I get to relax </span></li><li><span style="color:#993399;">I think being a stay at home mommy is the hardest but best job in the world!</span></li></ol><p><span style="color:#993399;">There... now my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">imaginary</span> friends know a little something about me. I hope it helps them sleep better at night! </span></p>Wonder Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06389186533798428464noreply@blogger.com0