coming in loud and clear

One of these days I'm going to stab my EX in the eye with a pencil!

I truly despise that man. Not that he's much of a man.

He used to tell me that I ruined his life by getting pregnant with my older 2 girls. Really? Because I so got myself pregnant with no help from him at all, ( why? because apparently I am skilled like that)

The best thing I ever did for my children and my self is leave him.

He is the closest thing to evil that I have ever encountered.

He was physically, emotionally, sexually, and mentally abusive.

I admit that I was afraid to leave for a long time. Thought that I couldn't make it on my own. Thought that no decent man would ever want a woman with 2 children.

Then I met D.

I can honestly say that he is the best thing that has ever happened to me. He is truly my better half. My soul mate if you would.  And not only does he love and care for me, he loves my kids. And he takes damn good care of them.

They do not call their biological sperm donor Daddy. They call him Justin. D is Daddy to them.

And I love that man with my whole being.

But when Zombies over take the earth, I am so shooting my ex in the leg so that I can watch a mass of hungered Zombies feed off that worthless bastard.

In all honesty, he is such a vile creature, they will probably die from feeding off of him.  And that would be like killing two birds with one stone. Evil Ex dead .... check ...... Zombies gone.....check

Peace on Earth :)

Itsa book review

As a stay at home Mommy of 3 very active little girls, I don't get to go out much. So I tend to read a lot.


My most recent book I have finished is "Vanished" by Barbara Derksen.

I found this book quite entertaining. 

It had interesting and likable characters in it. A fantastic plot, 
and grabbed my attention from the very beginning. 
I guess you could call it a Christian Suspense novel.

Not one curse word or steamy sex scene in the whole book. 
Which I found quite refreshing. It seems to me a lot of other 
authors believe that in order

to keep their books interesting that they need to incorporate
 those into those books. But Ms. Derksen proved them all
 wrong with this one. I look forward to reading more of her
 books!

This is a MUST read!!!

Braaaaaiiinnnssssssss

So it has come to my attention that we may have to get ready for the "Zombie Apocalypse"  sooner than originally thought.

Maybe, perhaps my little brain is working overtime and reading more into recent flesh eating situations than warranted.

But we must prep for this catastrophic event.

In case you didn't know there have been 2 people infected by the zombieness.

The first case of this horrific outbreak occurred in Florida. This naked homeless mad totally ate the face off this other dude. WTF?!?! Why was a Zombie naked? Of course they are blaming this incident on "bath salts" and "cocaine" , but come on people , we ALL know that is just a government cover up!

The second offense happened in Texas. This Zombie crazed woman, murdered her 3 week old baby and then proceeded to eat his itty baby toes and part of his brain. I like to think of this as a Zombie incident. Mainly because I can not for the life of me fathom the idea of a mother killing her own child then continue on to feed off of it. ( Even if it was a the police claim as postpartum depression ). This is proof that Zombies do indeed like braaaaaaaiiinnnnnnnnnnnssssssss!!!

So we must all compile a survival kit to survive the impeding Zombie Apocalypse! Here is a list of all things necessary:

1. I learned from watching Zombieland that this item is quite important........ Twinkies

2. Guns and lots of them!!!!

3. Of course bullets to keep them puppies ready to fire when needed.

4. a good ride...... like a TANK,  to mow them Zombie fuckers over with!!!

5. An unlimited supply of fuel for your tank.
6. water and lots of it. We gotsa kepp hydrated
7. food!
8. Somewhere safe to bunker down in at nights

9. Johnny Depp ( lets face it, we need to repopulate the world somehow)

Get all these supplies in order and we WILL make it through this!!!!   God Speed my friends, God Speed

Phobia's and loves

We all have them,and I am no different from anyone else.

I have some regular ones, and some that are kinda cooky.

For one I am petrified of spiders. It doesn't matter the size, I will stand in one place and scream and shake till someone comes and saves me from the vicious arachnid. I can't seem to get the guts to kill them myself. I just know it will jump at me and chew my face off! Actually I'm kinda skittish of all things buggy.

Clowns!!! They are by far the most terrifying things ever invented. And super creepy. To this day I have NEVER watched It, been to a circus, or a rodeo. They just really give me the heebie jeebies.

Closed spaces. Case in point, I had to have a MRI the other day. They started to put me in the tube, and I lost it. Crying shaking, the whole 9 yards. They had to sedate me to get the damn thing done.

Driving. I know it sounds crazy, and I do drive myself when needed, but that does not mean that I have to like it. I just know that someone is going to hit and kill me, or worse kill my babies and I will be stuck here alone.

Death...... The whole unknown thing really bothers me. I truly believe in an other side, but sometimes these thoughts creep into my head, "what if I die, and there is nothing" then I will be stuck in a box till I don't know when in the dark.

Lastly, I am afraid of the dark. To this day I still sleep with a night light. But then again, who isn't afraid of what goes bump in the night?

I think I have matured a lot over the years, when I was younger I was afraid of all kinds of crazyness. Like old people , who is afraid of old people? Crossing the street, not sure what my deal with that was. And water, I was petrified of water, thankfully I out grew that one. You don't want to be all smelly as an adult!

Then there are things I love.

I love playing with my kids in the rain. And I adore a good thunder storm, the lightening is so pretty to watch, and I find the thunder quite soothing. The beach, who doesn't love a day playing in the sand? Traveling ( just as long as it doesn't include ME driving). Animals and babies , it's nice to be loved unconditionally by someone :) Finally getting a chance to read a good book, I can sit and read for hours and hours when given the chance. And of course, last but certainly not least, Johnny Depp!!!! Who doesn't love the fantastic Mr. Depp? Or Brett Michaels for that matter? And my most favorite thing to do? SLEEP, however once you have children tho whole sleeping hobby flys out the window.......

What's your phobia's and loves?

Am I ready for this?

So Summer break officially started for my kiddo's last week. And I am already ready to pull my hair out.

The older 2 fight all day long, and seem Hell bound to destroy my house.

I miss them going to school all day.

Granted I get to sleep in a little now, but I hate waking up to an already trashed house.

What am I going to do?!?!?!?!

REALLY!!!!!!

I have spent most of the day today cleaning.

I mopped the floor, and then steam mopped it. These floors were so damn clean that you could eat off of them.

So what do my older children do?

They decided that while they were outside to have ( brace yourself for this)..... a friggin MUD FIGHT!!!!!!

Are you flippin kidding me?

Now my perfectly clean floors, have mud all over them.

Needless to say, I flipped shit.

They are now grounded, ( I took their Direct card out of the box in their bedroom), and their little asses will be cleaning the crap out of my house for the rest of the day, while I sit on my ass and watch!!!

I swear it's pointless to clean when you have kids..........................................

THIN BLOOD...... a book review

I was sent a book :)

Which is great because I love to read.

So about this book. It's titled "Thin Blood" and is written by Vicki Tyley.

I loved it! Once I picked it up, I had trouble putting it down.  I read the whole thing in 1 day!!!!  Granted I was up till 4am this morning reading and I am so tired now, but it was worth it.

I'm one of those people that if a book doesn't have me hooked within the first few lines.... I am so totally not going to read it.

Thin Blood had me from the very beginning. Lots of unexpected twist and turns, and had me guessing until the very end.

Wonderful characters!

It had everything I love in a good book. It was interesting, lots of twists, great climax, all in all I just loved it. In fact I may read it again!

Vicki Tyley, You my fave Aussie writer..... ROCK!!!!!!    

I can not wait to get my hands on more of your books, if they are anything like this one!!!!!

Mother of the Year !!!!

Yeah, so maybe I'm not Mother of the year. This occurred to me last night while I was reading a moving bed time story to my delightful 2 year old.

Title of said book? "Go The Fuck TO Sleep". Such a classic.

So I think I have read this to my children wayyy to many times. Cause while I was reading the book, the older 2 darlings would scream from the living room " GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP" ON CUE. I can't help but to think how very proud I am of my older 2 for using such offensive language, since they are after all only 8, and 6.............

So yeah , Mother of the Year.... Yeah that's me............

I'm doing it right!!

I cringe every time I go into a store. In fact I try to avoid shopping like the plague because of it. (Other than the fact that I hate people in general).... My nemesis you ask? Screaming, temper tantrum throwing children. They are always there. Always throwing a hellacious fit for some stupid over priced toy, or a piece of candy that will eventually rot their teeth out. And the poor parents..... just standing there, being all ice and calm, trying their hardest not to lose it.

My children know better. They have thrown all of 1 fit EVER in a store, and what did I do? I left my full buggy in the middle of the store and left. I did not try to reason with them. And now if they start to get out of line, I just ask if they need to go to the bathroom. THEY KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!!!!

I do believe that I am doing something right. The older 2 never want to go look at the toys, they want clothes!!! And the 2 year old, I am most proud of. My wonderful 2 year old has a shoe fetish. Aww , finally a child after my own heart.

Every time we go to the mall and I get her out of the car, she starts the "shooeeee" chant. And I love it. And she will repeat said chant until she gets a new pair of shoes. She just got 2 more pairs to add to her collection just the other day. So that now brings her total to 16 pairs. And she wears them all. I know when she gets older this is going to be a terribly expensive obsession, and I will have to get someone to build her a giant shoe closet. But that is something that I can live with.

So my dear people's.... I am doing something right! My kiddo's know that toys are useless for the most part and they will lose interest within 5 minutes of being home. But shoes and clothes are the gift that keep on giving :)

Priapism..... and other stuff

So my oldest daughter over heard me joking with the Bestie about Priapism, and of course being the wonderful, insightful ( aka smart assed, wants to destroy my sanity ) child that she is. Asked what it is.

So what do I do? I told her to ask her father on her visit with him next week... (heehee, I'll be dammed if I'm going to cause mental distress to her)

Bad Luck for me, while she is what I think is too young to know this, my 15 year old niece was in the room too. And I am all about making my sister's life hell, so I decided to tell her. The convo went like this:

A: Ok, what's the deal, What is it?
Me: You really want to know that?
A: DUH, I wouldn't ask if I didn't want to know
Me: Ohhhhh kay....... ( long ass pause where I am trying to figure out the best way to put this)
A: HELLO?!?!?!?!
Me: Well, you know how boys have penises?
A: Duh, I had a baby 2 months ago, I know how that shit works. ( Lil Brat got knocked up at 14, and completely shattered my image of her)
Me: ( thinking ok you little smart ass), Fine then! Priapism is when a man gets a boner and it won't go down.
A: And they can die from it?
Me: NOO, it's not very likely to die from it, They will just lose the use of their penis if it doesn't get corrected.
A: Ohhh
Me: Are we done here?
A: Sure
ME: ( being the responsible adult I am ) Oh and if a boy tells you that they have priapism and that you have to do something to fix it or they will die, you tell them to fuck off, they can go to the hospital and get a shot in their junk to fix it!!!

What did I do to deserve this kind of torture?

So I decided that since Mackenzie is old enough to ask, that I need to have the "talk"  with her. Not very in depth mind you, just a quick painless explanation about where babies come from, and that she must not ever have sex until she is in a committed loving relationship. ( I know not to kid myself by telling her to wait for marriage) . I think I got the point across when she ran from the room screaming "EWWWWWWWW Mommy that's NASTY"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I think I have done a good job of scaring her away from any further questions for awhile, or at least I hope so.........................

Memories

There is NO way that kids nowadays could have survived in the 80's or early 90's!!!

I came to this realization when my oldest was at my Nanna'a and asked me how to use a corded telephone.
So I went into a BIG monologue about how things were better when I was a child, and telling her about all the cool toys, cartoons, and music we listened to back then.

There were no awesomely cool cell phones that do everything for you except eat, shit, and breathe. We had corded phones, and in the 80's they were rotary, so you put your finger in the hole of your number, spun it around to the beginning, and listened to the ratt ratt ratt while it input your number, and you had to do this for EVERY number of the phone number! There was no privacy on the phone. You couldn't go outside and hide to talk to someone in private.  You had to sit where ever the phone was located and talk in front of EVERYONE! And if you were lucky, the cord was super stretched so that you could at least go into another room to talk.

 We only got cartoons on Saturdays, and then only for a few hours. Cartoons were way better then!!! We had He-Man, the Thunder Cats, The Snorks, and of course the classics like Scooby Doo, The Smurfs, and Tom and Jerry. And they all had some sort of message in them to make you a better person. Not like today's crap, like Sponge Bob, where is the message in that non-sense?

We had way cooler video games! We had Atari, and the original Nintendo.

We did not sit indoors all day long playing video games and watching cartoons. We went outside and played. Mainly because our parent's threatened our lives if we didn't go out side and play.

We got to ride in the back of pick-ups. And rarely wore a seat belt.   

There were no Ipods. We had boom boxes and Walk Mans. If we liked a song, we would wait for that shit to come on the radio and record that shit!

Music now really sucks ass! The kids thought I was crazy. I made them listen to New Kids On the Block, Mc Hammer, Vanilla Ice, JJ Fad, Salt and Peppa. You know the good shit. Let's not forget our favorite hair bands. Motley Crew, G&R, Poison ( which I would still do Brett Michaels in a heart beat). Songs then have feeling, and a purpose!

And then there is my favorite topic..... Discipline

I swear if I talked to my Mom the way my kids do me, I would have no teeth in my head.

I remember being little and doing something wrong, and my Granny telling me to go pick a switch, and then I got my ass beat!!! It didn't hurt me. In fact I respected them for it. I knew what was right and wrong. And I knew if I did wrong that there would be severe hell to pay.
Now you can't spank your Children without fear of CPS screaming child abuse. Kids now get away with murder! And they have no respect. Time out does not work on every kid ( it sure as hell doesn't work on mine), some kids need a good "ol" fashioned ass whippin!

So to that I say Kiss my Ass I will do whatever I want with my children. Last I checked I carried them in me for 9 months, And pushed them out. They are mine not yours, and as my Momma used to tell me " I brought your ass into this world, I can sure as hell take it out".............

Oh to be young again. Wish I had a time machine, I would soo go back to my childhood when things were a lot simpler!!!

Obsession

I think I may have a problem.

I am obsessed with men from Australia. There is just something about a sexy tan man with that sexy accent. Here are a few of my favorite men from "Down Under"

Can we say YUMMY!!!!! Hello Kieth Urban is PERFECT!!!! If I could get him to leave Nic for me I would be in HEAVEN!!!!!!!!!!! You can sing for me anytime baby!!!

I would gladly take any member oh Thunder from Down under into my bed!!!! Can we say HOT HOT HOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And we can not leave out Mel!!! I have been infatuated with him since I was little and watched "Bird on a Wire"

But I would gladly settle for Johnny Depp in any form, even tho he isn't from Australia!!!!!

Oh yeah, I defiantly spend a lot of time planning how to capture that elusive creature Johnny Depp!!!!!

Pain Management = Pain in ASS!!!!

So I had an appointment with my pain management Doc today. (joy, joy)

I hate these visits for a number of reasons.

First of all, I already feel like death warmed over when I go to see them,  then they poke and prod my tender areas asking if it hurts.... WTF do they think? Noooo I'm just here for shits and giggles and I get off on excess pain!!!

Then they always go into this whole monologue about how to better manage my Fibromyalgia pain... ie reduce stress ( REALLY?!?!?! you try having 3 kids, and reducing your stress) , exercise ( I would but my body hurts like a mofo ), get more sleep ( ok sure that will work with 3 kids that like to get up at the butt crack of dawn, and a 2 year old that has no idea what a decent hour is)......... And it goes on and on!!! I would love to do all these things, but I just can't do it.

Then she recommends acupuncture..................  Are you crazy lady?!?!?!  I have watched the acupuncture episode of 1,000 ways to die, so no thank you!!!

On to my herniated disc in my lower spine. After pushing on it, she decided I need yet another MRI.... Yay!!!

And then she gives me a lower back TENS unit. Yep that's my way of being pain free. Let's send little electrical shocks to my spine and see if it helps. It did not help. in fact it caused me more back pain, and now, that disc is swollen , radiating heat, and I am in more pain that I have been in in a looong time.

On top of all that super fun stuff, I had a migraine when I went in. Sooo being the helpful person that she is, she gave me some kind of shot in my ASS, and now it hurts to sit..... Way to be helpful Doc!!!


I just wonder what the point of all this is? I know what hurts me, so it is your job to fix me and manage my fucking pain!!! Hello!!!! You are a PAIN MANAGEMENT Doc, not a pain causing one. So do your damn job!!!

I just want to be able to go out and do things like I used to. And it would really be nice to be able to sit.................................................

Summer Fun VS Summer from Hell

So the kiddo's get out of school in 2 days.

Which leaves me to trying to figure out what to do with them 24/7 for a whole Summer.

I wanted to make this the "Summer "o" Crafts", but honestly I'm not really all that creative.

I think there will be simple art's and craft's days. Where we will paint rocks for my garden, or make tye dye t-shirts.

I really need to get on pinterest to look for more ideas.

I'm sure there will be tons of pool days, and running around out side.

But the older 2 also seem to fight a lot ( as in non stop ) when they are around each other to much. So what am I supposed to do about that? And how am I supposed to find toddler friendly activities for Victoria while I am trying to try to keep Mackenzie and Breanna entertained?

I think a trip to Wal-Mart is in order. I need to stock up on glue, finger paints, construction paper, side walk chalk, and every other artsy thing I can kind for the kiddo's to keep entertained.

Does anyone have any ideas of fun things to do with the girls?

I am at a loss.

This is the first Summer in a long time that I will not get a break from them. The older 2's biological sperm donor used to get them for every other week during the Summer.

But that worthless piece of shit decided to call me yesterday and tell me that he can not get the girls at all over the Summer. Not even for weekend visitation. Really?!?! WTF!!!! I hate you and I hope you die. And I will be taking your sorry ass back to court.

Everything falls on me and Donald. Donald is not their father. He is their Daddy tho. So unlike my Ex piece of shit. Donald provides everything that the girls need or want!!!

Back to the topic at hand...... WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH 3 KIDS ALL SUMMER LONG!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mother's Day

I did not even realize that Mother's Day is this weekend. Until a few days ago.

This is when my first born told me that she was going to make it the best Mother's Day ever. I shuddered. What could a 8 almost 9 year old child come up with to make this the best ever?

Her answer? I am going to make you breakfast in bed AND clean the house And take care of my sisters.

Mountains of horrors entered my mind. Just what I want..... Runny eggs and raw bacon.... NOT
My house half assed cleaned, with everything shoved behind couches and under beds, dirt swept under the rugs. Yay, more cleaning on top of what I usually do. Not to mention the mayhem that will be sure to happen with her watching a 6 year old and a 2 year old. I pictured broken bones with a trip to the hospital from this excursion. Then on top of these wonderful promises of helpfulness she informed me that when I get old that she will put me in a home. But she will make sure it has a pool. I wonder where I failed her, making her want to do such a thing to me?

Then the Hubby comes home, and his plans for me? See above!!! I think they are in cahoots to send me to the mental asylum with a pretty white coat that I can hug myself with. He is just as responsible as my wonderful first born. He gets easily distracted by all things shiny and mechanical.

Why not use that skill for my gift Dear Hubby? My car does need a tune up and an oil change. And it's making a weird sound and vibrates when I hit the breaks. FIX MY M EFFIN CAR!!!!  Or better yet, why not take the kids out for the day, so that I can have peace and quiet to get the things I need to get done, DONE!!!

Have I not been a good wife and mother? Everyone gets fed, has clean clothes, and I do my wifely duties a few times a week no matter how bad I feel. I always handle the discipline  so that you can be the "good guy".

Or give me money, I like money , in fact I love money! No crappy flowers that are going to die , or chocolate that is going to make my ass expand more than it already has. No helping me out around the house, thus making MY job even harder. Just money or a mini vacation away from the spawn would be very much so appreciated.

But I am also a big softy for all things hand-made. I have plastered baby hands, and hand made cards out the wazoo. But I love them. My babies put so much thought into these that I will never be able to part with them.

If fact I love this card my oldest gave me today!!!

Country Life

Don't get me wrong , I love where we live.

We have no neighbors for 5 miles. The kids can go out side to play and I don't have to worry about someone nabbing them. We can be as loud as we want and not disturb a soul.

However there is a down side to living in the country.

1. The school bus runs at 6:45 am. Which means I have to get up at 3am ( well not get up, I don't actually move until 4:30), drink me some coffee, then get the kiddo's up at 5:30 so that they can eat breakfast, and get dressed.  If I lived in town... the bus doesn't run till 7:30.

2. BUGS..... I hate bugs. I am forever checking my kids and the dogs for ticks. And don't forget those big hairy spiders............ EEEEEK

3. God forbid something happen and we need an ambulance, it would take 45 minutes to get here.

4. Bears, yep had one in the back yard last night.

5. Coyotes...... You can here them laughing every night.

6. Shopping... It is a bitch!!! I have to drive 45 minutes to the nearest Wal-Mart

But all this is so worth it, knowing that my kids can come and go as they please and explore the woods.

Change

I never thought I was crazy until the good ol Doc confirmed that I'm Bi-polar and put me on happy pills.

I still have my mountains to climb. And medication doesn't always work.

My mental health has really been an up hill battle since August of 2008. I have made a lot of changes since then.

I used to think I was doing fine, and that I had to suffer through an abusive marriage in order to make it.

On August 19, 2008, my life as I knew it fell apart.

It was 3 days after Mackenzie's 5th birthday. I had finally gotten her to bed and asleep by 9:45. Breanna was still awake. My now Ex-Husband was in the hospital fighting for his life, and I had been trying to get a hold of my Mom and Dad since 6pm that evening. I remember seeing headlights in the drive way. I went out side with Bree , ready to lay into my Mommy for not answering my phone calls. It wasn't her. Instead it was 5 cop cars. I remember silently hoping that they were there to tell me that my Husband was dead. But deep down I knew the answer. My wonderful Mommy and loving Father were t-boned at 85 miles and hour and were both gone instantly.I remember hitting the drive way. My legs just couldn't hold me up. The next few days are a blur. I don't remember any of their funeral.

I went into a deep depression. I couldn't eat or sleep. I could barely function. I started doing pain pills. It was the only thing I could find that numbed my pain.

I didn't know what to do. My best friend and my biggest supporters were gone. What had I done to deserve losing the 2 people other than my kids that I needed the most?

I was on a downward spiral for almost a year. The only good thing I did at that  time was make sure my Ex-Husband NEVER came back into my home.

Then one day the clouds parted, or so it seems, and I met Donald.

I had given my Aunt temporary custody of Mackenzie and Breanna till I could better care for them. Cause to be honest I was barely taking care of myself.

In 6 months I had lost 85 pounds.

Back to meeting Donald. It was like finding my soul mate. I realized that I needed to pick my ass up out of the gutter and get back to where I need to be. Not for me, but for my kids. I had a reason to live again.

I got pregnant with Victoria after Donald and I had been together for 3 months. I quit doing pills, and brought Mack and Bree home.

Victoria was born with cleft lip and palate. She was a difficult baby. I couldn't breast feed her like the other 2. It took forever to find a bottle that worked for her. She has had 2 surgeries in her 2 short years on this earth.

Tori before surgery

Tori now

Dare Devil

When I was my children's ages I was quite timid.  Didn't have a brave bone in my body. I was perfectly content  hiding in my room, playing with barbies,coloring in books, and aggravating my parents. You could not pay me to climb a tree, jump off the side of a swimming pool ( I stayed in the safe shallow end then like I do now). I would not do anything that I perceived to be even the least bit dangerous. I always had a Mother's mind. I could fall out of the tree and break an arm, or sink in the deep water and drown, or wreck my bike and break my face riding down that big hill. I was a smart child that knew my limits. And much like I am now, I was accident prone.  I would walk into walls, slip and hit my head in the bath tub, fall out of bed or fall up stairs even at a young age. I was NEVER graceful or coordinated. 

My children are my complete opposites. 

I have sat and watched in utter horror as my older 2 have climbed trees, Telling them the whole time to get down before they fell and broke their arm. Because in my mind that is what was going to happen, and of course it didn't. Watched them with fear as they raced around at a friends house on 4-wheeler s and go-karts, just knowing that they were going to wreck, but they never did. Watched my oldest Diva ride EVERY roller coaster in a theme park, petrified that it was going to fly off it's tracks with my baby on board. Now my older 2 children did not start what I believe to be reckless behavior till they were around 4 or 5. 

My youngest is 2 and is already acting crazy. A true thrill junky. She is jumping from her table to the couch, climbing to the top of her dresser, and over the gate. She is my mini heart attack. 

What did I do to deserve children that want to put me into an early grave?

Do they make bubbles big enough to enclose all 3 into?

I keep telling my children what is going to happen if they keep doing these things. But they never happen. I can not wait till the day that I am right and one does fall out of that tree just so that I can say I TOLD YOU SO!!!!

Dare Devils........ Can't live with them, but what's a Momma to do?

Got the Fever?

You may not but I sure do.

I have the fever.

Baby fever that is.

I know, I know. all Ya'll are thinking, What is this dumb bitch thinking? She already has 3 kids!!!

That may be true, but they are all girls. I would love to have a little boy. I miss having a lil bitty baby to love and care for.

I loved being pregnant. (Even in the Summer time). Loved the way I looked and felt. And child birth really is not all that bad.

So I am now in full baby mode. Taking my temp EVERYDAY, checking my cervix EVERYDAY, and taking those ovulation tests EVERYDAY. On top of that I have introduced myself to all kinds of baby making vitamins.

This whole getting pregnant on purpose thing is new to me.

My 3 girls were all surprises.

I thought I had the flu with Mackenzie, I went to get put on birth control and found out with Breanna, and Tori , well I just didn't feel right with.

I have been attacking the poor Hub's for late nigh nookie every night for the past week. The way I figure it, I should be prego by next month at the rate I am going.

I have to get this done ASAP!!!

My shit is falling out of me, and the Doctors will not do the surgery to put my junk back into place until I am done having Mini Me's.

So, All Ya'll just wish me luck. :) I will keep ya posted !!!