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Lily hasn't even finished school for this year (her last day is Thursday) and I'm already counting the days until next year begins. THIS year, Eoghan will be joining Lily though...THIS year will be epic. She'll be going into 2nd grade (where did the time go?) and he'll be starting kindergarten. All day long, just me and Fi. Although I love my children, I cannot wait until September lol. I will look like this:

My house will look like this:

I will no longer feel like this:

As you can see, I have high hopes for the future lol. :) On a different note. The other day I was helping my mom to dye her hair. It was quite an experience. After bleaching it and dying it, it was suuuuuuper light...so we dyed it again with what she had available and it turned out pretty cute. One thing is certain though...I am NOT a beautician/hair dresser/barber/stylist. People cannot fault me for not knowing how to do something I was not taught to do. So when you want your hair to turn out like this:

And it turns out like THIS: ... it's not my fault.

Then there's Jim who wants me to cut his hair like this:

And it ends up looking like THIS ... I cannot be blamed.

But, for those unhappy customers, I will gladly give you one of these:

Hey, I just met you and this is crazy...but here's my blog...read it.

So much has been going on lately, and I haven't blogged in far too long. I don't even know where to start!! Hmm...prepare for a random rant attack.

Recently, after watching a movie on Netflix about how horrible mass meat production farms are, I decided to become a vegetarian. Stopped cold turkey and haven't eaten meat in almost 3 weeks! It's been surprisingly easy. I've been eating tons more veggies than I normally would and have even bought and cooked tofu (never thought I'd see the day!) I've had a lot of people give me shit for my new life choice...but I'm really happy with myself. I'm surprised I've stuck with it this long even. Tonight the hubby got me a George Foreman grill and I LOVE it. It will help me a lot in my new diet. :) **Thanks again babe** Last week I turned 27. For most this wouldn't be a big deal...but I do not like getting older. To celebrate, the hubby took me to lunch at Khan's...most delicious food EVER. Then went to the bar with some family and friends to shoot some pool, play darts and b.s. After that, everything just kinda fell apart and the night was ended early...so that means I have a year to plan for a super awesome 28th birthday bash.

As most of you know, we're going to be moving sometime in the next 7-12 months, once the foreclosure is final. Once we move we're going to be going somewhere smaller than where we are now. The past few days I've been increasingly irritated with the huge mess that the house is. After essentially giving up on the "lost cause" for several months, I am ready for a change. So, I've been on a bit of a cleaning spree. Stop laughing a-holes lol...it's true! I've been throwing away tons of junk and it feels SOOOO GOOD! Be proud of this hoarder! Many people have asked where we are going to move to. We have no idea. We won't decide until we have a Sheriff's sale date, as it is still too early to be looking for something several months out. We are leaning toward the southern suburbs as it's closer to Jim's work...plus we love and miss that area. Woodbury is another option. Maybe we'll move to another state!?!? Yeah, I talk big, but I'm too chicken shit to leave MN...truth be told, I pretty much love this state. All I know for sure, is that wherever we go, we will HAVE to have a second bathroom. I am so tired of everyone in the house having to go at the same time. If all else fails, I guess I could just add a second toilet. Hehehe...gross.

See those pictures capturing the progression of one woman's meth addiction and how it ravaged her body? Sexy huh? Yeah, the shit's obviously so worth it. It's amazing how many people nowadays are addicted to this nasty drug. I've watched families be torn apart by it. I've seen first hand how warped people's minds get by taking it. It's so heartbreaking that people are willing to choose the junkie lifestyle and ruin their lives for meth. It's weird when you feel like you're living in an episode of "Intervention". All I can say is, please, get help if you are addicted to this poison. Reclaim your life. You have a choice!

That right up there, is a pic of my new baby. Old Blue (our old van) died and went to scrap heaven and I got a chevy venture with tons of bells and whistles. I've been dreaming of getting a mini van since forever and I never EVER thought I would get one. Between my dad refusing to work on one and Jim saying they're too expensive, I was not holding my breath on ever seeing that dream come true. Then this beauty falls into our laps and we (I) couldn't pass it up. I am in car love.

Lately I feel like a complete and utter mess when it comes to my mental health. I am being stretched to my limits. Any SAHM (nothing against working mom's, so don't go there) knows how hard it is to balance everything. Being Mom 24/7 and rarely getting a quality break is so hard. I've been really toying with the idea of taking a mommycation and taking a couple days for myself. I need time to miss the kids and miss home...I need time to BE MISSED by everyone. A quick trip to Florida to visit my bestie and lay on the beach with no children to worry about sounds so so lovely. But truth be told, I just need to be able to do whatever the hell I feel like doing when I wake up, not worry about anything but myself with no children, no real responsibility. I need a break from reality. Is that too much to ask? Maybe it is. Maybe I'm a selfish bitch...but I think I've earned the right to be selfish. Okay, it's already after midnight. I think it's time to hit the sack. I have so much more to bitch about...but that will have to wait for another day. Until next time...later.

No More Bad Guys in Wisconsin.

Today we went over to Hudson, Wisconsin to hang out down by the St. Croix river. The last time we were there was September of 2009...and while we were there, our car window was smashed in and my purse was stolen. At the time, I was 8 1/2 months pregnant with Fiona, Eoghan was almost 3 and Lily was 4. We didn't go back to Wisconsin for this long because for a very long time, there were "bad guys in Wisconsin". Today when we went, I made sure my purse was well secured lol. It was such a fantastic day to spend exploring and having family time. Jim and the kids skipped rocks, we played at the play ground (Fiona held me hostage on the merry go round and I about died), walked along the river bank, had a picnic and the kids played in the water a bit before we stopped at DQ and headed home. Everyone is exhausted and sunburned and happy. :) I just went through and compared some "then and now" pictures...it's amazing how much the kids have grown in 2 1/2 years.

I'm thinking we're going to go back really soon. We were told there's a nice swimming area on the other side...and I want to take the kids fishing!! I love being able to spend time together like today...nothing else going on...It's going to suck when Lily's in school this summer. Ugh. Anywho...that exhaustion is kicking my butt.

Playing "House, M.D".

Thought I would fill everyone in on what's been going on around our neck of the woods the past few days.

On Easter morning, I woke up to Fiona having a seizure (this is seizure number 3...The first two took place on Christmas of 2010 and 2011...the girl has an aversion to holidays). When it didn't stop after 5 minutes, I had Jim call 911. By the time the paramedics showed up, she had been seizing for almost 20 minutes and her lips were turning blue. I went with Fi in the ambulance and watched as they tried to get a response from her and find a vein to start an IV and get her some meds to stop the seizure. They finally got everything going and her convulsions started slowing down. They were trying to decide whether or not to give her more medication to stop it...but if they did, they would risk her body forgetting to breathe. Finally, after nearly 40 minutes she was still and her eyes were no longer fixed and staring off into space. We got to the hospital and they immediately got her into a room and started working on her. They started drawing blood to run tests and the doctor told me that they would be keeping her over night for observation because when children seize for such a long period of time, the chance of another seizure soon after is very high.

After about an hour, they got us admitted and set up in a room. Fiona was still passed out at this point. The neurologist compared having a seizure to running a marathon...physically exhausting...plus the medication they gave her is a type of valium and makes you tired. She woke up around 2:45 and was very confused. She knew who Jim and I were, but couldn't remember her own name...didn't know who Dora was, but recognized a horse. We were quite concerned. My brother and his girlfriend came to visit us and while we were visiting with them, Fiona had another "episode" that I am quite positive was another seizure, but didn't present with the flailing limbs. Her eyes were moving back and forth, but not focusing on anything...and she was unresponsive. She came to and then fell asleep for about 20 minutes, and when she woke up, she was back to normal. She wasn't confused and she was ready to play. Grandma and Grandpa came to visit a little later and her fever spiked to 103.8. More meds and finally time for bed...sleeping in a hospital is not an easy task in general, but add someone coming in to check Fiona's vitals every 45 minutes and it was brutal.

At 8:00 they came to wake us up and immediately began stabbing Fiona to draw some blood (what a wonderful way to start your day...NOT). We also began our super long wait for the neurologist to come and see us. Fi was running a fever all day and they were still trying to find out what was causing her fever that caused the seizure (her brain can't handle the sudden spike in fever...so it's not about how high the fever is, it's about of fast it rises)...urine and blood were clear and she has no symptoms of a cold or virus. Aunt Angie came to visit and hang out with us and we also got a visit from my bff's mom, my other bff and Eoghan. Finally, the neurologist showed up, but was distracted by pages. Eventually, she was able to come in and explain things to me. Essentially, Fiona had a complex febrile seizure, in the "grand mal" category. Typically, a seizure lasts between 30 and 60 seconds. All of Fiona's have been 5 minutes or longer and at least 2 of the times have happened without her being actively sick. She will probably suffer from febrile or fever seizures until she outgrows them between 5 and 7 years old. We will be going home with a couple doses of "stop seizure medication" to keep us ready in the event that another one occurs. The odds of her having epilepsy are pretty small, but they are going to take her for an EEG in the morning to monitor her brain waves to see if there is anything "funny" that pops up. After that, if they still haven't found a reason for her fevers, they will probably cut off her cast to see if there is an infection on the skin underneath it.

Basically everything is a big ol' question mark right now, and I have a feeling they won't know why she has a fever all of a sudden. We are going on night 2 of our hospital stay while I am grateful for all of the fantastic care that has been given to our daughter and the amazing support our family and friends have shown us, I am ready to sleep in my own bed and pee in my own toilet. Fiona misses her brother and sister and wants to go home...someone tell her body to cut the crap so we can go home!!?? LOL. Will update again when we know more. Thanks again to everyone. You are appreciated beyond words.

To Whom It May Concern.

You suck. It would be one thing if you just sucked as a human being, but you also suck as a parent. I'm not saying I'm perfect, but at least I try. I wake up in the morning (even though I'd rather still be sleeping) with my children and put on my mommy britches and take care of business. This happens in the morning. Without my mother having to wake me up every single day. You on the other hand, cannot be bothered to even get your child up and off to school in the morning without your mother screaming and hollering at you to get out of bed and take care of business. You stay in bed until you are tired of being bitched at to get up. You don't take care of your child. Our parents are the ones who take care of her. THEY are more like her parents. They are more concerned about her well being. You only care about you. I love that little girl and I want more for her. Why do you think I take her whenever I can to go places and do things? Taking a child to the zoo twice a year is not enough...it doesn't make you world's best parent. You need to really spend time with them DAILY and not be so selfish. You should be taking care of your child instead of worrying about which "Boo" you're going to hook up with that night or where you're going to go out drinking. I'm all for having time away and time to yourself...but when "you" time is all the time and your child is abandoned by you, there is a problem. Technically, you are a "single mom", but really, no you're not. You have people there to take care of your shit for you every second of the day. As for my children "destroying your things", I'm sorry for the things that have been ruined. I am sorry that you can't be an adult and put your things away. When my children are over and their cousin wants to play in her room or something, naturally they want to play too. They are children...they get into things that are interesting to them. They want to pet the hamster. They also do what their cousin eggs them on to do. But when you are gone out and about and not being a responsible parent or sleeping in the bed that's a foot away from what is taking place at 1:00 in the afternoon, then you can't be pissed that things aren't being taken care of. When I'm making dinner for 10 people, I check on the kids, but I can't watch them all the time. I can't police everything...but at least I was there to take care of business. I'm sorry that my 2 year old ruined your origami box lid (but remember how you're obsessed and will spend hours at a time at it instead of with your child, I'm sure you can make another one). I'm sorry that the kids got into your fish food (yet another obsession for you to put in front of your child) and into your make up (all your daughter's doing), then maybe you should open your damn eyes and look right next to your bed. You lazy mother. Like I said, I'm not perfect, but I do try. I do what I can to make my children's lives better and teach them to be productive members of society. And seriously, you made me laugh...I need to teach my children respect?!?!? My children are good kids, and if they aren't using their manners, I take action. You do nothing but teach your child how to treat other people like garbage. She has attacked my children and others and her own grandmother!! It's not just her other aunt that is teaching her these horrific actions and trashy words, you are. You are supposed to want more for your child. You are raising her NOT to respect her elders or anyone else around her. Take responsibility as a parent. Show her how a real woman acts. Grow the fuck up and be an adult. Get a job instead of defrauding the government and pretend like you're trying to find a job. Learn what it's like to have to be self sufficient. Get out of your parent's house...you are sucking the life right out of them. They deserve more out of life than just picking up the pieces of your crap that you leave in your wake. I'm sick of seeing things going the way they are. I'm sick of watching you ruin lives around you without an ounce of remorse. Grow up.

Vay cay shun.

When I planned our vacation down to Florida, I honestly had no idea what I was getting us into. We left Monday night around 10:30 and drove through the night thinking that it would be great to drive wile the kids slept. O. M. G. BAD idea. Lily was up until 5:30 in the morning anyway and Jim and I were so exhausted we were going to kill someone. We stopped a billion times and around 1:30 on Tuesday, we stopped in Evansville, Indiana. Turns out that our GPS took us a horrible way down to Georgia. It truly was a crappy drive, and we couldn't drive anymore. Our pit stop in Georgia to visit my friend would have to wait...Jim and I were going to die if we didn't sleep. So we had Celia book us a hotel in Nashville and were asleep by 8:00. The next day we started out for our next 13 hour drive. Driving through Tennessee is amazing. Such a beautiful state!! We finally hit our destination at 11 at night. Shorts, flip flops, sleeping with the fan on, sun burn. This place is sweeeeet! Day 1 of the real part of vacation: We went to a play ground that had a sand volley ball court...the sand was this amazing white, powder like sand...I wish Minnesota had sand like that!! On the way back to the house, there was a wall that had little lizards all over it. So fun!! After that we went to Clearwater Beach, Florida to see the ocean. It did not disappoint. My first time seeing the ocean was awesome. There was more of that heavenly sand, hundreds of seagulls, pelicans, boats, a cool pier, sea shells galore, and of course, the powerful waves. After a few hours of shell hunting, playing in the water, flying kites and running away from the sea gulls that attacked Noah to steal his cheese puffs, Jim and I took the kids to the pier. It was so cool. There were stands set up along the whole thing selling their creations. We got the kids necklaces and took some pictures and by the time we were done, the sun was gone and it was time to go home. Denisa's mom had brought the kids doughnuts from Dunkin Donuts (Thank you Margareta and Tiberiu)so we got our first taste of those yummies and then we headed back to home base. I got FRIED by the sun. I can't believe it! The kids have been having a great time playing (and Fiona has tried on every pair of shoes in the house). Today it's raining so we're going to head back to Clearwater to the aquarium where the dolphin from "Dolphin Tale" is located. Lily is so excited, since she watched the movie just before we left for vacation. More to post later. :)

The calm before the storm.

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Have you ever just stopped and watched your children play and cried because you can't contain the emotions that you feel? I had a moment like that last night while watching the kids play at the Minnesota Children's Museum. and I couldn't believe how cute they were being, playing together and preparing a pretend meal for me in the restaurant. I couldn't stop the tears that ran down my face...and barely managed to avoid snotting all over the place. People were looking at me like "what's this lady's issue?", but I know that they would know the feeling if I explained my in public water works. Our night out at the museum was going so well...and we were so close to having a perfect evening...and then the fit hit the shan.
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Yep, Lily threw a fit because she couldn't sleep over at Grandma's house. It could have been worse, but it was still horribly embarrassing and ever so frustrating. She was whining and crying and begging and whining some more, with tears streaming down her face, smearing the face paint that she applied to her entire face and then wiping it onto the sleeves of her shirt. What a way to end a great night out. Now Mom's mad and you won't get ANYTHING you want. Way to go kid.

Now today it's like...everything is backwards. Eoghan has been such a well behaved kid and the other two are out of control! Lily demanded I make pizza for breakfast (um, I just opened my eyes...I don't think so) and was a brat when I said no. Fiona has discovered not only biting but that the word "NO" is amazing. Fiona, do you want water? "NO!" Do you want an orange? "NO!" Well what do you want? "NO!" Stop saying 'no'. "NO!" omg...She has also taken to throwing herself on the floor, screaming, crying and slapping the floor. I need some baby sedatives (Kidding!!-mostly-)

I remember the days when I wasn't losing my mind. Really, I do. It wasn't until about 4 years ago that I snapped. Maybe it's more like...I stopped pretending that I wasn't nuts before. Having one child is hard, having 2 is a little harder...and having 3...oh man. Let's just say I don't know how people have any more than 3 and aren't in the looney bin. Some days I almost feel like checking myself in just to get a break from the madness that is being a SAHM. I won't sugar coat it and pretend that it's easy peasy. It's not always a pain in the ass...but who wants to read a blog about a lady who goes on and on about how perfect her kids are and how clean her house is. Real life is much more entertaining, donchya think?

I guess I just can't wait until the kids are teenagers and sleep all day long...I will be right along with them snoring away the hours. Maybe once I catch up on all the sleep I've needed but haven't had, I'll be sane??? Here's to hoping. :)

I am what I am and I ain't nothin' more.

I will not apologize for being who I am. I will not change because I'm not what you or others want out of me. I will not be a chameleon and be a different person around different people. What you see is what you get...good and bad, it's all there is...it's who I am.

I am loud when I drink, quiet when I am upset. Sometimes I laugh too hard at things that aren't funny. I tend to have a politically incorrect sense of humor. I say things that are inappropriate. I go to bed early on the weekends. I believe in ghosts and get scared shitless when I watch scary movies. I have children that come first in my life. I have a husband that I love uber mucho, so I will cook him eggs and bacon when I made a dinner I know he won't like. I bitch about things when I get mad. I bitch about how much being a SAHM can suck sometimes because my kids make me mad sometimes.I have kitchen envy. I am not perfect, but to myself, I am good enough. I have issues. Sometimes, I need help. I keep my emotions bottled up and bite my tongue when I think things that might hurt someone's feelings...but when I feel attacked, I dish it back. I will not back down if you disagree with my opinion. I appreciate gender roles. I am fat. I wear low cut shirts that show off my cleavage. Sometimes I will ignore my children and read a book for an hour while they watch tv. I hate all things 80's and wish I looked like a hot vintage 50's mommy. I hate cleaning and my house is a mess. When I get sick, I whine a lot.




Don't cut me down or try to make me feel stupid. If you don't like me, the things I believe in, the things I stand for or the way I live my life, I have one thing to say to you. "TOO FUCKING BAD!!" If you don't like it, leave. If you don't respect me, don't bother me with your bologna...leave me alone. I will not bend to make you happy. If you choose not to accept me for who I am, then don't let the middle finger poke you in the eye on your way out.

Addicted to Altering.

Earlier this week I got my lip pierced at Rose of No Man's Land tattoo and piercing parlor. I am back to being addicted to altering my body. I've got 4 tattoos and have had a few different piercings over the years. After I got my lip done, I felt like everyone was staring at me. I know it's mostly in my head...but when I look in the mirror, I look off to myself. I've wanted to get it done for years and now that I have, I regret it? Maybe I don't...I don't know. I'm hoping that once it's healed enough to put in a stud I'll like the look more. I guess this is the "adult" part of me thinking maybe I'm too old to do this sorta thing to my body. Maybe I outgrew the piercing part of life.
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I have not, however, grown out of the tattoo phase. That is one that I don't think I will outgrow, at least not any time soon. I have so many tats that I want to get...now I only need to find the money to do it. I also need to find a good artist that can help me put some of my ideas to paper. I have some fantastic images in my head that I can't seem to verbalize properly. It's so frustrating. I am planning to (hoping to I should say) get a tat while I'm down in Florida. After my last tattoo experience where the shop was no longer in business when I went to go back for a touch up on my horseshoe, I am kind wary though. I am still itching for it though. Tattoos and child birth are the most beautiful pain lol.

My cousins posted this video recently called "Shit People Say to Tattooed People" and the "Tattoo Locations" picture...both made me giggle. I have a teal,purple/orange (it's in between both spots lol), red and pink. The calves are not covered..but I will have some there eventually too. Thank you picture for summing up "who I am".

Jim+Jen=Love

The other night Jim asked me what makes a happy marriage and why we have a such a good one. Aside from the fact that I think we're soul mates, we're lucky. Lucky that we found people so perfect for us (well, aside from the whole "he wants a clean house and I hate to clean" thing, but still...). Maybe it's mean, but when I see people who have an obviously not so great relationship, I can't help but think of how grateful I am to have Jim. He's my best friend as well as my husband. We've been together for almost 9 years and we're still going strong. We haven't lost that spark. He puts up with a lot of crap from me (and Bob knows I put up with tons from him :KIDDING:) and he still loves me. He loves me even though I'm fat. He watches girly movies with me. He rubs my feet just because. He lets me sleep in. I gives me anything I ask for and more. He flatters me constantly. He treats me with respect. He makes me laugh. He listens to me whine. He plays "Boggle" with me even though he hates it. He is everything I could ever want. Did I mention that he's gorgeous and smart and funny and witty and wonderful? I think it's so easy for people to forget why they fell in love with their partners. Why not take a step back and write a list of all the reasons you love them. And if you truly aren't happy, you can change it. Everyone deserves to be happy and loved for who they are.



Jimmy, I love you so much. Thanks for being you.

Finding Me-mo.

When I started having babies, I was 19. I can almost remember what it was like to have just one child...I remember the day I went home from the hospital with Lily. Within an hour, I called Jim crying and begging him to come home. Then my mom came over and helped me out and I was able to survive the dreaded first day (thanks again mom, I will never forget that day...and I still have the night gown you brought me!!). 18 months later, Eoghan was born. It was easier than I thought it would be (stop laughing, it was!!). For years I barely spent any time away from my children and chose for it to be that way. Now, it's been 6 years since I started having children and I had 3 of them in 4 years (I keep thinking "that can't be right, that's just insane!!" but it is indeed correct). Fiona is now 2 years old and a little human that doesn't need me the way she did a year ago.

So now I no longer have to focus so hard on my children. Of course I am always Mom (and a damn fine one at that-just toot my own horn-toot, toot), but none of them are nursing, they eat real food and can communicate what they want/need. Now at 26, I get to focus a little more on myself and my identity outside of motherhood. Who do I want to be? How do you be more than just one person? I'm having a hard time separating everything from the children. It's like on TV, when the parents go out for date night and end up talking about the kids the entire time and mom sneaks off to call the sitter, then dad sneaks off to call the sitter and they leave early to go home to be with the little ones. I want to be able to go out and not talk about the kids. I want to do something adult oriented. See a movie that isn't G rated. Go to a museum that doesn't have a slide in every room. Get dressed up for something other than a wedding or funeral. Have something on the calendar that isn't for Lily, Eoghan or Fiona.

I would like to invest more time into my relationship with my husband. We've got a great marriage (at least I think so) and I'm beyond happy, but I want more "us" time. Time to be really together and not in Mommy/Daddy mode.

I can't wait for 2 years from now when Fiona starts school and all 3 of them are gone during the day. I am already thinking of all the things I will do with my time. I've decided that the very first day, I will get them out the door then go back to bed until it's time for them to come home. Mmmm...that sounds awesome. Maybe I'll go to school. Maybe I'll get a job. Maybe I'll have a clean house!! Maybe, I'll be lonely. I'm excited to find out just what I will be..WHO I will be. I'll be able to go grocery shopping in the day time by myself...oh man...I am giddy with anticipation lol.

Idiot drivers.

While driving home today, I encountered a moron that apparently missed "blinker" day in driver's ed. It made me think of all the eff tards that are out there can't drive for crap. It's funny, because you can tell if a person is a bad driver by how they push their cart in the grocery store. Seriously, grocery shopping is kinda like driving...I always stop at the end of an aisle and inch my way around the corner because I don't want to cut anyone off. Those exiting a lane have to yield...you do NOT have the right of way. I understand road (and shopping) rage...thankfully I am able to control my homicidal urges on the road better than some *coughmyhusbandcough*...but the day is coming that surely, I will snap and crash into someone that deserves it.



That brings me to my list of "Come On People!!":

*STOP at STOP SIGNS!!! Stop BEFORE the sign...or at the very least stop with the front of your car lined up to the stop sign. Don't stop after the stop sign...it kinda defeats the freaking purpose. People that are actually paying attention see you stopping at the corner, not the stop sign and it scares them (okay, this "them" is really ME) because it doesn't look like you are going to stop at all.

*If the yield sign is facing you, that means that YOU have to yield. Yield means that you have to STOP and WAIT for me to go first because I have the right of way.

*Get off your f*&king phone! Texting while driving is against the law and a very stupid idea. The problem is, you won't kill yourself, you'll kill me or my children, because that is the weird way of the universe. If you are driving like an idiot and I notice that you are talking on the phone and I drive past you yelling at you to "GET OFF YOUR F*&ING PHONE", you are not able to multitask in this way. Hang up and drive.

*Get off of my ass. I'm not one of those people that drives under the speed limit...in fact I usually go 5 miles faster than the speed limit (shh, don't tell my insurance company or the police), so I do not feel bad when you are an idiot going 20 over the limit and don't know how to go the flip around me. This especially pisses me off when there isn't anybody else in the lane next to me. I was here first, YOU switch lanes butthole!!

*USE YOUR BLINKER!! You know, that signal, that signals to me that you are going to turn or get over? Yeah, well, it's not for you...it's for other drivers. When you use that little blinky yellow light, I know that you want to move from your current position on the road and I will either speed up or slow down to allow for that to happen...don't just get that dirty ass look on your face like "Why won't you let me over?!??!?" You're a moron and I hate you...use your blinker.

*Turn down your thumping music. It's so damn annoying when I can feel YOUR bass in MY car. Turn it down and enjoy your music...

*Buckle your children into car seats if they are under the age and size requirements of the law. I call the police on people that do not have their children properly restrained. Too many times I have actually seen people holding infants in their arms while driving. Your children deserve to live...your stupidity and/or laziness should not threaten their lives. And if it's a matter of cost, contact the state. There are programs that will help you get car seats at no cost to you.

If you fail to do these things, I will flip you the bird and/or mutter obscenities and threats at you. Try not to piss me off. :)

Eff you and eff her too.

Ever wish that you could change stuff about yourself and realize that it's just too hard to do? Kinda makes me wanna poke the ambitious "I changed my life" people in the eye. I guess my main problem is my lack of motivation lol. I keep trying to fix that, but as of yet, it hasn't worked. And that is where it all falls apart. It's so much easier not to change anything and keep living the way you're used to. I guess that's where self esteem and all that jazz comes into play. Even when I think of all the crap about myself I'd like to change, I have to admit that I think I'm pretty much the bees knees.


Sometimes I say things that are totally inappropriate, mildly offensive or blatantly "just wrong"...but usually when I say these things, it is to entertain and make someone laugh. I have to say that 98% of the time, it works famously. My sincere apologies to the other 2%...my bad.

I'm fat. I eat too much, exercise too little and wear clothes that are too snug. Here's the thing though...the hubby loves the bod, so I gotta keep him happy. I give the "not really fat, fat girls" their "it could be worse" fix.


My house is a mess and I hate to clean. THIS just gives all of the rude people I know something to tell everyone else about me. I've heard "wow, your house is a mess" more times than I can remember. Well there are two things you can do: clean it or leave. :)

I'm too passive. BUT I keep the peace because instead of telling you how much I want to punch you in the face, I'll just bite my tongue and smile.

In conclusion, I may fail a little bit, but in the end, I'm a big old bowl of "I don't care, I'm still freaking awesome." Don't like it? Don't care. :)

It's so hard to say "Goodbye".

We are in the midst of my mother in law's passing. Shawnee (my MIL) has been ill for quite some time now, and the time has come for her to move on. Her sisters and all of her children are by her side to make the transition easier. Many friends have come to give their love and say goodbye. She touched the lives of many people and she will be dearly missed. She's always been so kooky and crazy and entertaining and even on her death bed she's making people laugh. I hope she knows how many people love her...and I hope they know how much she loves them. She will never be forgotten and people will tell the stories of her for many years to come. I love you so much Shawnee, we'll see you again someday. *hugs*

Rest in Peace, Shawnee OcConnor McGovern 7/10/47 - 1/1/2012. I know you're running laps up there in Heaven.

Medicated.

As most know, we've been dealing with some intense eye issues with Fiona for the past 2 weeks or so. Started out that the docs said it's migraines and after a trip to the ER, some tylenol 3 and a "Maybe go see an eye dog? *shrug*" and we were sent on our way. After a few days of constant meds and ZERO improvement and her left eye swelling up something awful, I brought her back to the ER. This time, I was not leaving without some answers. So, we waited a couple hours to be seen and the first thing the doc says is "well, with migraines in children..." Stop right there. Wrong answer. Try another idea. She went to get her boss and they put some funky glow under black light eye drops into her eyes and checked them out with a blacklightoscope (like that?). They drew a pic of "her eye", showing the spot that they were seeing on it. Turns out it's a similar injury to what they see in welders...then asked "did she get metal in her eye?" Um, really? Like that wouldn't be my opening line 'so she got metal shrapnel in her eye...' So new diagnosis, injury to eye that isn't healing. Put some goopy meds into her eye 3 times a day for 7 days, go to the eye doc and *fingers crossed* :voila:? We'll see how tomorrow goes.

Eoghan had his psychiatrist appointment today. In case I haven't mentioned it before, I really don't like this guy. He's such a jerk and so impersonal. After an awkward conversation of "well, his school said he's not that bad there...but if you really can't handle it...we can medicate. I'm just worried you'll be let down if it doesn't help". I wanted to slap the man. I swear it's not just me. I'm not the only person that has seen Eoghan get out of control. I need a new doc. So if anyone knows a good child psychiatrist, in the area, let me know! That being said, Eoghan was prescribed a medication..I've never heard of it before (starts with a T), and I'm hoping it will help. Update in a few weeks when we go back to see the jerky shrink.

I recently started on a new antidepressant, Fluoxetine (generic Prozac) and while it hasn't helped 100% with the depression/anxiety issues, it's helped with my hunger! The stuff is awesome. Apparently the average fatty loses about 7.4 pounds with it. Snap! lol. I'm ready to get my head back together though, and stop the severe mood swings.

Anyway...that's all I can think of for now. Thinking some Sudafed for my stupid sinuses is in order (just to keep with the theme of the post, I figured I'd share lol). Chow homies.

Sweet addiction.

*wave* Hi, I'm Jen and I'm addicted to Junk FM. No, seriously. The boys of Junk FM (Mo, Tyler, George and Chris) make up the BEST cover band I have ever seen. They play a little bit of everything (Gaga, Outkast, Cheap Trick, Michael Jackson, John Michael Montgomery, David Lee Murphy and much, much more), they play it well and they have fun doing it. It doesn't hurt that they're super sweet and pretty cute (shh, don't tell my husband I said that). My only problem is that when I go to see them, I end up spending too much money, getting too drunk and dancing too foolishly (no, seriously, it's bad lol). My nights out are reserved solely for going to see this band...I'm sure everyone I've met has heard me rave about them. I even had a t-shirt made to show my support!! Anywho, if you're looking for an unforgettable night out, you must check them out Tell them I sent you...maybe if I recruit enough followers, they'll learn a Montgomery Gentry song for me. (Last night they did a quick learn of Keith Urban, and it was AWWWWWESOME! :D Thanks again boys for a fun evening...I look forward to my next hangover. Much love, the not creepy stalker fan.