Whew its been crazy!

So uh yeah, its been weeks since my last post and I'm sure inquiring minds do want to know! My great friend asked me why I started a blog...hmmm my answer, same as serial killers. I'm narcissistic of course. Ha! Really I've kept a diary since I was around 8 years old. I've documented everything from the first time a boy asked me to lift up my shirt, to the heartbreaking middle teen years where I wore a Bell Biv Devoe T-shirt that said DO ME! on the front, to my children's births. So I figured, hey, I think I'm funny and I'm usually right (being a Libra and all) so here's the blog! Recent happenenings in a nutshell:

Babies are the bees knees (love that phrase, also "hot damn")! I went to a baby shower this past weekend and was lucky enough to hold my new baby cousin who is 10 weeks old. Her hair is dark, thick, and gorgeous. She looks somewhat like a newborn with Liza Minelli's hair. Love her mucho. Still think I'm done havin' 'em though. 3's enough unless someone hands me a do-it-yourself liposuction kit and a couple hundred grand.

Six 11yr old boys spent the night at my house for my son's birthday party. At 1:30 in the morning I had to scream "its time to turn off the strobe light!" The response "awww mom, we're being zombies!"...

Same night, 4:30 a.m., my 3yr old sits up (in my bed mind you) and pukes all over. I then with one arm, scoop him up and deposit him in the hall and in a very loud whisper "to the bathroom" unable to follow orders as usual, he stands and watches himself throw up on his jammies which fittingly say "Lil' Monster" on the shirt. Thanks Carter's, tell me what I don't know.

Dear Oliver Stone- take a page out of Mel Gibson's book wouldja this whole hating Jewish people and then talking about it in public hasn't really turned out so hot. I mean c'mon. Mr. Stone wants the viewing public to "walk in Hitler's and Stalin's shoes to understand their point of view". Hasn't the WORLD seen their points of view since 1936? Hmmm how does the view from Psycholand look? Still psycho. Thanks Oliver. Make a different movie.

Dear Lindsay Lohan: lip injections will not turn you into a great actress. Don't believe the hype!

Life in heat

Spent the weekend on Lake Mille Lacs, it was fabulous and HOT. The cabin was probably 90 degrees and I find out day 3 that oh yes, we have air but good ol' father in law just doesn't want to turn it on. My daughter was sweating in a diaper.


Last night run down, came in about to make dinner, dropped GLASS butter dish on kitchen floor, shatters EVERYWHERE. Feeding Evalina, decide to give her yogurt, drop entire dish and it splatters EVERYWHERE including ceiling fuuuuuuuuuu**….then my favorite, doing laundry catch my pants on broken laundry hamper and it RIPS A HOLE in my new little black capris that I JUST BOUGHT.

So uhhhh yeah