remember survivor?

Boston Rob won it peeps. HELL YA.  He is in fact the ultimate survivor. I knew it alllll along. From the very first moment him & AmBer made their very first pact. I was rooting for him in that finale too, but he did one better & proposed to the chick who was just minutes away from pocketing his million. Brillant. I was happy that AmBer won. She played smart. But not as smart as Rob...yeah, he should have won it then. But hey, he married the chick, & went on to a great many things. I know I didn't lose much sleep worry about Boston Robby.


This season was nothing to write home about... le snooze.... They tried to change it up a bit with Redemption Island but the only way that would have been exciting is if Matty came back & won the whole damn thing. But he didn't. So Redemption Island was kinda  waste of space, if ya ask me. Of course, there was the Russel sob-story emlimination, but I think he's a tool so the way his role played out this season, just made me laugh. Such a tool. It was pretty clear that Rob had the whole thing won when he won the final immunity challenge. I mean, if he didn't win this time around, then this show would only be proving that it's shit. I don't know about you, but it gets kinda sickening after a while to watch people ride other people's coattails & win a million dollers!! Or to have some weird following that keeps voting you thru week & after week when there is clearly other people better then you {that's right Scotty, I talking bout you}. I mean who is this following. Tell me. please.


I still can't believe that the show gets 3 hours for finale night. Really? Once we found out that the bostonattor was the ultimate survivor the show was done. The only mildly exciting thing to happen was when Probst practically asked AmBer to leave because the kiddos were a little loud. Niiiiice. There was a chat with Russel which he lamely went back on his word to "never play the game again". Tool. Other then the feeling of being justified with all my hours of survivor watching with knowing that the best player in the game finally won, I was left with that empty hollow feeling of what next. I mean, the show is done, right? They can't go on without Rob. Wouldn't you love to have been a fly on the wall when AmBer confronted Rob about the 20year olds calling him superman. That's funny stuff. I can grantee you she was not happy. That stuff goes right to their heads:)

Today I am Joining in with  gypsy mama for

She says.... Got five minutes? Let’s write. Let’s write in shades of real and brave and unscripted. Let’s just write and not worry if it’s just right or not. Today's prompt is

When seasons change

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I stood staring at my closet. Winter coats. There's at least 20 of them. What will I do with them? Where will they go? It's funny as I look at them I think of all the cold winter months that they tried to keep us warm. Did they do their job? Not really, but it would have made -40 degree weather, much much worse. No, the coats stay here. They will not be coming with us. I will find the number for the sally anne & let them know that we have winter coats....they can have all our winter coats. Then I notice the 10 pairs of rubber boots, rain jackets, & umbrella's. What about them, stay or go? Okay, they may not have winter but surely they have spring, right? Rain? I think of all the puddles my boys have jumped in, how they search them out...okay right...the boots & rain jackets they are coming with us. Then I notice the pile of summer clothes on the bed. It's a small pile...and I notice only 2 bathing suits, I'm going to have to hit up the mall for more. They told me to pack a minimum of 7 bath suits, one for each day of the week. I'm in trouble there. There is one box clothes already packed. They hold our beloved sweaters, sweat pants, and more sweaters{I call sweaters with a hood, a hoodie}. As I look at them I can hear my hubby's voice saying "if you buy one more hoodie...i mean how many hoodies can one person own?" Alot. Is the answer. I love my hoodies. Doesn't matter the season, a hoodie always works.
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Hope you all enjoy the looooooong weekend. We actually have plans & will be roadtripping to the mountains for the weekend. So excited. Hope you all have some fun plans. Hugs & love

Weirdo

Maybe you don't know this. Maybe you do. But I'm kinda a weird one. Like when, I use to ride transit, which was everyday for 5 years, I had this crazy urge...the kind where you need to have a lil conversation in your head telling yourself not to to this. What would it prove anyways...besides making you look like a crazy person. Oh yeah, my urge was to stand up & just start screaming. What would people do?? Would they run...would they be scared....would they laugh. The not knowing just made me want to do it that much more....told ya, I'm a weird one. 

My newest urge is air punching. Everytime someone says something I don't like I punch the air. Not really an urge I guess, seeing as I am actually doing it. But, it's driving my laid back hubby crazy. He's a non fan of the air punch....I think it's more the look on my face when I am doing it...I mean what is there about a scrunched up, F-U face to not like, but whatevs...I think the other day when I air punched because a woman butted in front of me at Superstore, crossed the line for him. He said that someone noticed & laughed. This horrified him, & I loved it. Weird, right?

OH BUT, my hubby & I are polar opposites. POLAR.OPPOSITES. It's true. I'm the wound up, social butterfly one, & he is the cool as a cucumber let me just blend into the wall, one. For us, that works. There is no way I could be with someone like me. It would be a bad scene for sure. Every time D & I agree on something, or we see something the same way, we high-five each other, cause seriously it rarely happens. We just see the world differently. I remember in our vows to each other he said that I have helped him to see the world in grey instead of just in black & white...I thought that was the biggest compliment ever. I said something about how he grounds me & he called me out on it later...he said that there is no grounding to me I'm just a free spirit & he likes it that way. See, it works. 

green roses

This morning was perfect. Nice, quiet & involved lots of coffee. The boys were out "getting a couple of things". I was reflecting(not really, I was reading blogs) when Z rang the door bell. I ran to the door & he was holding flowers..." Happy Mothers day" they screamed. I was beaming. The boys were beaming. D was laughing. I looked at him, questioning the laughter. He gave me his head hod that told me I would soon find out the joke. Once I peeled back the flower paper I saw them. 12 perfect green roses. Green Roses!?! Yup. I guess there were this pretty pink roses, that D wanted to get, by Z insisted that I have the green ones "those are the ones she wants Dad, trust me".  I hugged my boys & told them that I loved them. Told them the flowers were perfect. I went into the kitchen to grab a vase & water. Z followed me...."mommy. those roses are not really green.. in the inside they are yellow. just like you". Wow...tears now. I looked over at them & he was right. They were a beautiful yellow in the inside. My sons. I am so lucky.

Hope all you beautiful bloggy mommies had a wonderful day!xo

Come and....

check it out! Whatdoyathink of my new{bloggy} look?? I am in, freaking, love with it!! It's all thanks to the beautiful{& extremely talented} Vic from freckles & fudge. I tell ya, this girl has been there for me since day one of my adventures in blogging. She has offered me support, friendship, & now a new look. sigh. She nailed it too, it just feels so me in here now:)


I love how so many bloggers are talking about the big wedding tomorrow. I am surprised that I am not more into it. I usually eat this kinda stuff up {embarassingly enough I still do a daily google on Brad & Emily. I know...pathetic much}but this wedding if just not my cup o tea{that's right} although I am excited to see her dress. Oooh lala. 

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I remember getting up earlier & watching Princess Di's wedding...I thought she was the must beautiful women ever...a real living breathing princess...i bought the whole fairytale....yeah, I got that one wrong. I remember the day she died as well. We were out partying at a local club, when the dj announced her death. My roommate {&bff} was so pissed that he would say such a horrible lie. Later that night, at friend's house{I can feel ya smirking from here, Kel}turned on the tv & found out she was in fact gone. Sad. 


On another note...



Did anyone watch Rob Lowe on Oprah today?? {Can I just say that Oprah is busting out the guests latelyI find myself tivoing way to many episodes} He was adorable. I was intrested to hear what he was going to say about the Brat pack, & about the outsiders movie.... I'm pretty sure Sodapop was more first real deal crush. Such a sweet bad boy  

yum

Off to watch grey's...Have ya noticed that Vic also made me a couple of buttons...my first ever buttons...& i would love it if you were to grab one!xo

a side of mouse

This morning @ 6:30  the lil guy that I looked after was getting dropped off, his mom informed me that we a dead mouse on our driveway. Freakin dead mouse, people. Ugh. It was awkward, considering last time she dropped off her son, we had 2 dead birds on our driveway. Seriously.


My neighbors have cats & they let them wander freely outside. They are nice cats...my kids are always happy when they see them. Ya see, what the boys don't know is...these sweet kitty's piss & shit all over our back yard & kill mice & birds & leave the whole mess for me to clean up~i'm not their kitty momma~didn't they get the memo, i'm not a fan of dead things. I don't do well with them at all, actually...and if you were to keep reading the memo it would state on there somewhere that I, in fact, am not a cat lover.*gasp* I know...it's true. Not a fan. For a long time I had no idea why I didn't like the lil buggers...being an animal lover & all...something about them just makes me feel uncomfortable....

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Then a few years ago, when the whole fam was in T.O for a wedding, we were staying at my uncle's house...they have a cat. A grumpy, mean cat. I was on edge the whole visit. It's like I thought the cat was going to attack me in my sleep or something...anyways, after confessing my true feelings about cats, my dad said something about him not be surprised...what?!? could there be an explanation?! Yes, yes, there is...turns out when I was about 3 or 4 my dad would take me when he went to visit an old{er}friend of his who had a cat & I adored it. One visit, I was petting the nice kitty when it bite me...right thru the fingernail...dad said I went  nutto & after that I would never go back in the house with him. I don't have any memory of this, but it makes sense, no?! Whatever. I'm not a cat fan & here I am cleaning up after cats that aren't even mine. Frown.
 not meant to offend any cat lovers/owners:)

cupcakes & stitches

I was thinking of you all today, hoping that you were all enjoying your easter! 

Yummy! They are lemon!

notice the one in the back made by the 2 yearold

To say things didn't go as planned would be an understatment....instead of going to celebrate easter with an egg hunt & eat a yummy turkey dinner on Saturday night{with D's family}, we were at the children's hospital with Wy.... he slipped in the tub & split his chin wide freakin open.... it was not a pretty site, friends. This momma didn't handle it too well, letmetellya. I freaked. The tub water looked as though jaws attacked...there was crying from everyone...a quick call to auntie to pick up big brother{so that he, at least, could go enjoy the easter fun} and we were off to the hospital for our first.ever. stitches...I felt so terrible for my baby, & they really could have been stitching me up...I had never had stitches before{other then surgery related} & since becoming a mommy to 2 boys, I have been dreading the day. I was just hoping it wasn't going to happen on a holiday or to my 2 yearold. He was so brave... my lil man...we had to spend 6 hours at the hospital & he got 3 stitches. I took pictures...so that someday I can show him how he got that scar on his chin & tell him how absolutely brave he was 

on the car ride to the hospital, ice pack in hand

with the patch on, that will numb his chin

3 stitches. Done & finished

finally at home in Elmo jammies & a bottle
of h20

out. it was a rough day

Yeah so, not exactly at all what I had planned...but what canyado, you can plan & plan but then shit life happens & ya just gotta go with it. I'm just so thankful that it was just a couple of stitches & not something worse. I tell ya though, I didn't sleep that good last night. Lots of mommy guilt{I insisted he take a bath} & this morning after our fun easter actitives my hubby pulled me aside{as he was dealing with some dadda guilt...he was in the bathroom at the time of said slipping} & he showed me this video. It  helped put things in perceptive for me & made me very grateful for my hubs. Very grateful. The message was exactly what I needed.

We had a great day today though. We had our good friends over for brunch & a big egg hunt in the backyard. The weather was perfect. The boys both feel asleep happy tonight so that is all that really matter to this momma:) xo

easter pics to come tomorrow...it is taking for.eva to upload pics tonight