Friday’s Findings-

Here’s the truth:

1- allergies suck.

2-THIS. no really….

3- i don’t want anyone to worry so i am just going to put it out there, that no… my love of the air supply pandora station has not ended and i play it every day.

4- i have one more thing to confess. and i know many of you will roll your eyes and wonder.. why was he ever there in the first place, well roll away because the amount of joy i have in sharing with you that the little sleeps in his own bed, trumps your eye roll. yes, finally.. he poops in the potty and sleeps in his own bed. i feel like a new woman, oh wait, i bought a puppy. correction, i feel like the mother of  a new born.

5-I can’t get enough of THIS> it’s on repeat.

6-finally edited the pics of my trip with the big- love these kids.

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7-it’s official. i have been converted- i am totally in love with cider. bud light moooovvve over, it’s cider time.

8-things i do every day that never get noticed- the dishes. really people do you think clean spoons just magically make their way into the drawer. – sweep the floor.. with the broom and the vacuum- i swear my floors NEVER look clean- restock toilet paper. again… tp does not just arrive in your bathroom via some sort of magical tp beam-

9-somehow i stumbled upon an animal activist  Facebook page that i thought would be wise to “like”. uuuummm yeah… no. allergies coupled with copious amounts of crying just makes for a snotty, red-eyed start to every day. but i just can’t.bring.myeslf. to unlike the damn page.

10- i almost can’t contain my excitement for sunday and THIS. who’s seen THIS, totally made me laugh. can’t wait. it’s the one show i watch in REAL time. winter is coming people, winter is coming.

friday’s findings-

here’s the truth:

1- so a few weeks ago i went on a search for a new pair of jeans. what a huge debacle. i swear i must have tried on 70 pairs of jeans ranging in price from 10 bucks to 110 bucks. ugh… talk about a struggle being real. anyway, i ended up buying a pair of mom jeans, and you know what. i love them.. never mind that they have a normal size crotch and aren’t skinny…

2-i think maybe they should start a “people of chic-fil-a”… in the booth behind me a lady and three kids… she says to them, let’s work on similes. Who can spell here and hair. ummm ahhhh…. lady, a smilie is a comparison using like or as. a homophone is a word that has more than one spelling or meaning… here and hair are neither…. perhaps you mean hole and whole- or they’re , there, and their, or blue and blew. really.. hair and here?

3-since getting the puppy i have been walking, like 3 miles a day. you’d think i’d be slimming down, but more walking = more hunger, thus.. more eating. no slimming.

4 I actually had to strike this. it is what it is and i must let go of the things i can not change…. – here is a HUGE vent… be prepared… the big committed himself to choir this year. so no varsity lacrosse for him. really, as a mom I am a-ok with that. but… for some reason… they pulled him up to varsity.. so he can… sit on the bench, right. i’m not asking for a starting position, just a min or two of playing time…. even better, why don’t you invite him on a lax trip to, wait for it……NOT play him. thank you so much for wasting my money. maybe you have upwards of $700 bucks burning a hole in your pocket but this family does not.

5-so, i vowed to myself i wouldn’t mention… well…. 40- but man, i’m telling ya, i swear, since i’ve turned 40 it’s like the gray hairs are out in full force, and no amount of dye will keep them at bay. as if the forehead wrinkles weren’t a dead give away, these damn grays are relentless.

6- my neighbors have a huge spongebob bouncy house. not joking…. why is this so odd you ask… because their kids are like, 13 and 15…. but they have a huge bounce house with a trampoline right next to it…i’ve been running interference with the little all day.

7- the little dog. i know, you are going to be so shocked with this information but… the little dog, she loves to be outside. WTF? i have never, in my life, had an outside dog. no really… all my dogs have preferred the couch to the lawn. hell, pig won’t even walk in the grass… and at least three times a day i find the little dog out there… asleep, digging to china, eating a rose bush…. speaking of the little dog… she’s getting bigger… reso (1 of 1)

8- so since it is the middle’s b-day, i totally wanted to share her awesome blank space video, but apparently youtube does NOT want me to share it. if you want to see it let me know, i’ll send it to you. it’s awesome. well she’s awesome. and 14. and kinda dr jekyll and mr hyde-ish.. but still awesome.

9- every time the big and the choir sing THIS ( this is actually a capella under a bridge in san antonio with 13 of them) i want to run home and watch working girl; never mind that 1/2 of them weren’t born with the movie even came out . they killed it again last night.

10- this weekend the easter bunny will be visiting- and for once….it already snowed so at least that is out of the way!


Friday’s Findings-

here’s the truth:

1- This happened last week.

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2-i’m struggling with my big. ugh…. there is not a motivated bone in his body. to do anything. and that annoys me.

3- i made THIS for dinner. well, it’s in the fridge, just have the last few steps to complete for tonight. wish me luck.

4- i am in DIRE need of warmth and sun….. and a fruity drink.

5-THIS. i’ve watched it, like 4 times…

6- i love jimmy fallon. do you? no really, i love him. i spent 1/2 the day reading his funny hashtags. laughter man, it really is good for you.

7- my new camera and i… well.. we are fighting. with that being said, who needs pictures.. i need to show it who’s boss and my kids (and dogs for that matter) are over me and it.

8-after traveling with the big and his choir group to san antonio i learned a few things.

a) high schooler’s spend a lot of time snap chatting the person sitting next to them.

b) i don’t feel as old as i am- but know kids see me as my age….. but that didn’t stop me from riding the roller coasters with them.

c) i’m kinda a snobby bitch. yep, that’s right… i am going to work on that.

9- Big lesson i learned last week- sometimes you just have to throw it out there that you are a mile away from your high school bff.. and stop worrying that you didn’t call before hand and set up a dinner, and push aside the thought that you are intruding and messing up their evening… because the beer and hour you spend catching up, well plain and simple, it is food for your soul.

10-HELLO spring break. Although we are not going anywhere..  because of # 1 we aren’t planning even a trip to denver- i am still excited about a little home time, a little skylanders time- yes, i said skylanders.. and not waking up at 5:45!


friday’s findings-

here’s the truth:

1- the little turned 5 yesterday. no.. really… he’s 5. i suddenly want another baby- until i remember that he never slept, he never took a bottle, i still- to this date- have never slept a night away from him. so. no baby. NO BABY.

2- this week, the week of f’n 40- so far I noticed while brushing my teeth that i lost a diamond out of my wedding band. this will be time # 2.  tuesday, i made what i said i was going to make last week only to have NO ONE eat it. i missed a lax meeting. wednesday the little has pinkeye. yes, i said pinkeye.and it hasn’t stopped snowing…

3- are you so over my fixation on 40- well, it will be over on saturday.

4-i have been listening to the air supply pandora station… for weeks now. i can assure you when ever THIS comes on. i stop what i am doing and suddenly become the 80’s rock songstress i know i was meant to be.  Needless to say i think the reason i forget things that are recent.. much of my memory storage is used up by lyrics to 80’s  and 90’s love songs.

5- did i mention the little has pinkeye?

6-Can’t get enough of THIS.

7-so… every time I see THIS i smile.

8-why is popping bubble wrap…. so addictive? like i can’t walk by a piece with out stopping to pop at least well.. the whole sheet.

9-Here’s a look at the last week-

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10- Next week, i’m off to San Antonio with the big for a singing competition. so excited!


Friday’s Findings-

Here’s the truth:

1- i’m back. so there it is. i was gone and now.. well.. i’m back.

2– i am making THIS for dinner tonight.   tomorrow night, upon venturing to the store, (see no. 8.) you’d think the end was coming and everyone needs to stockpile. i promptly put my cart back and left.( see no.9 ) we have enough refried beans and cereal to wait it out.

3-in highschool, there was this guy who sat behind me in geometry. every day, never failed, he would ask me for a pencil, and then not return it. drove me CRAZY. i am fearful my big is that “guy”. despite buying him box upon box of pencils, i am almost 100% sure he is that guy. damn.parent fail.

4-Can’t tell you HOW EXCITED i am about the new camera.  i already feel like my images are better…although i am struggling on how to get them to the right size….

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5- Dear The West Wing. I love you.

6- Dear The Walking Dead… why are these new episodes so long… and kinda boring?

7-why does it feel like my family of 5 smokes through a 12 pack of the “mega” roll charmin in like…. 8 days?

8- So apparently- it’s going to snow here. Anywhere from and inch to 16 of those…… not holding my breath.

9- remember when i said i was over planning meals. yeeeahhhhhh, that hasn’t changed. i am pretty sure my family is over cereal for dinner, or bean and cheese burritos…. the cool thing is i broke down and bought a box of schwan’s boneless skinless individual wrapped chicken breasts. BEST.PURCHASE.EVER. I don’t care how much more per pound they are, they rock.

10- I want a record player. Yes, like a turn table. My friend said he got one and now, well i want one.

11- So…. this weekend… last weekend of my 30’s. yes, I am still struggling with that despite my attempt at changing my dread with my last blog.. i’m still.. well…. whatever.


dear 40-


i see you back there.. a little over two weeks away. yup, looming in the corner.

i see you.

because of you i’ve been…

– binge eating what ever. or maybe it is more emotional binge eating. so what if i raided the left over christmas candy box at 6:10 in the morning. or opened and then ate all the white conversation hearts out of a bag.

– running an extra mile on the tread mill. hell, after all the emotional binge eating i HAVE to.

-crying at every thing. and not just sad things. angry crying. WTF. why am i crying when the president on The West Wing gives his familys’ carving knife to his body man Charlie. (please note, i watch the west wing while on the treadmill, so now i am making up for the conversation hearts, and crying… on the treadmill)- better yet, i caught “becoming lebron james” on disney xd… yep, bawling at the end when he goes back to cleveland, and  “coming home” starts playing in the back ground.

– sitting on the couch for an hour, just petting the dog. suddenly 10 years seems so old. i whisper in her ear and ask if she feels as old and tired as i do. to which see purrs like a cat as i find her favorite “pet me here forever” spot and i take that as a yes.

-waking at 3:15 in the morning, begging for a few more hours of sleep tht never come.

-fixating on the gray’s and wrinkles.. and dreaming up other ailments.

– why can’t you be like a vampire? you know, you have to invite them in… and then if you rescind your invitation they must leave.

yup. somehow i’ve let a number suddenly define me.

so dear 40..

i see you.

but i’m over the “oh no” stage. i still may run that extra mile- but here’s what i really am going to set my mind to-

– don’t sweat the small stuff.

-carve out a little more time for me. OMG, i totally just typed that, that makes it real right? that means i am actually going to do it. no really, i am.

-judge less. so what if you want to eat only grass fed meat and feed your kids only kumquats. thats you. i will continue to pray mine poops in the potty  and the big and middle stay out of trouble. in the meantime.. will you still be my friend if we eat gluten, and a lot of it?

-accept more. accept me, accept you. help other people accept. life is to short to harbor some self loathing because of my.. pant size? F that. life is also too short to harbor some resentment because of someone else’s pant size, house size, car size, perfect kid, perfect husband, perfect life. wait perfect life, total bs. no matter how perfect they appear (on Facebook, on  instagram, volunteering at school, on the sidelines of a sporting event, the the audience during an awards banquet) they have their own struggles. accept that you have yours they have theirs and its ok. people are not perfect,life is not perfect. but it sure is beautiful.

-really listen. god i suck at this. especially when it comes to the little, i nod.. i say yes..i nod… i haven’t heard a word because i am running down the list of things i want to get done before he goes to school. i suck at this with the husband too. totally interrupting all the time.. he can’t finish a sentence with out me interrupting.

-love. love myself. love my life. so easy to type, but when i’m over the day, and it’s only 5… and the little is screaming he doesn’t like his sister, and the big is blasting music a story away that i can hear like it’s being pumped into my ear buds, and i have NO idea what’s for dinner, and the husband, well he usually hits home around 6:45 so, it’s just me for another 1.75 hours… i forget to love my life.


-dream. i am not a dreamer. i never have been. i am a realist. i don’t dream of a new house because, well… it’s not feasible. i don’t dream of a vacation because, well.. in reality we don’t have the time, or money to go where i’d “dream” of. but i am going to start dreaming and maybe, just maybe, if i dream of me and the middle in a castle in germany the year she graduates high school, maybe, just maybe, i’ll take the step i need to get my senior photography business really going. if i dream of a new, awesome camera, maybe just maybe i’ll advertise that new business.

dear 40-


i see you. stop lurking. i’ll invite you in, in a few weeks. it’s going to be awesome. matter of fact 40,  WE are going to be awesome.



Fridays findings-

here’s the truth:
1- i am still jamming to THIS. i may need a blank space intervention.

2- i got lost in THIS for… well hours. i put THIS on repeat. i may need a taylor swift intervention.

3-i’m going to say it out loud and you all will be SO envious. my Christmas cards are done. yup. DONE.

4- there is a new radio station in town. it’s cray-cray. no really.. it will go from bad bad leroy brown to ditty by paperboy. i can’t get enough. the kids… they hate it.

5-the little has discovered mine craft. need. i. say.more?

6- can we talk about parm/Romano/ asiago cheese blend. no really… i made parmesan crusted chicken with it and there was a little left over, so i may have put it on some bread, and some green beans, and some broccoli, and well this bagel-





7- I promised myself I would never, ever put pictures of food on the blog…. i mean really, i’m sure you don’t give a crap about the food i eat. but, well…. it is what it is. let me know if you want a parm/asiago/romano cheese bagel.

8- so, i think i have finally reached the “shameless” part of parenting. the little, well, the little for the last 3 years has not let the poop out. no, i am not joking. he would stand, in the corner, butt cheeks clinched holding it in. pretty sure he was going to do it, well, forever. last month he got a stomach bug and no amount of bootie cheek squeezing was keeping anything in. I begged and finally after i cleansed my entire house with bleach, he conceded to sit on the potty. a week later… again. no amount of holding could keep anything in. again, i pleaded with him to sit on the potty. then i got the e-mail… THE email i have been dreading since sending the little off to pre-school. he had an  accident at school. so i show up, MORTIFIED that his wonderful, awesome, best EVER school teachers had to deal with, well…. shit. but they told me he sat on the potty and the rest came out in the potty. a week later… he did it at home. sat on the potty… and pooped a baby’s arm. here’s where i have no shame. twice, the poop came out while dad wasn’t home, and when the little demanded i take a picture and “text” it to him, you know i did. yes, there i am taking a picture of poop, and loving.every.second. anyway… people, i am sharing this with you 1) because if you have a “holder” take it from me, it will end. 2) my life has changed.

9- the Schwans man was just here…. we might not be having Christmas if he shows up again.

10-sometimes, i read FB posts and then wish i hadn’t clicked on ” view more comments”- THIS is one of those times. and the news is all over this like it is.. well news?

11-can we talk TV for a second. SCANDAL… awesome.  if you don’t watch, you should.

This weekend…. Who knows, love that!