Proud Me...

I found an awesome quote that I absolutly LOVE!
"There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man, but there is something noble in being superior to your former self."

Being superior to your former self? I think that it is so important to be happy with who we are, content with what we have- but also trying to improve- not just wanting to. There is nothing wrong with trying to better ourselves- the key is to do it for ourselves.

I think that blogging has opened up a powerful, wonderful world for me. However, I think that it has also opened up a new venue for me to use for comparison. Why is my house not as fancy/clean/cute as theirs?
As if I didn't do this enough already...

I don't need to be as good as, pretty as, smart as, clean as.... Isn't it funny how even as an adult, I have to be reminded myself of the same lessons I am trying to teach my kids. For instance, after much whining, I say to my 7year old: Don't worry about what your friends are doing. You are different people. You like different things. It is ok. Worrying doesn't do any good... and on and on.

Why can't we accept ourselves? So I wanted to come up with a list of my good quailties that I am poud of, I have an endless list of things I need to change about me but was sadly surprised how long it takes me to come up with just 5...

1 I have an amazing metabolism...I can wear jeans I wore in high school but I don't work out that much.
2 I am a great listener, I may not always give you the advise you want, but I sincerely try to be honest and genuinely care.
3 I am frugle, I can take what money we dont have and make it work.
4 I am organized, I know where everything is in the mess!
5 I am a giver, if you ask I will go out of my way to do it.(this is a good/bad trait)

If only for a week, I will try to make extra effort to think positive about ME!
No Comparing.

I have such a long ways to go on this challenge. I need to look at the pictures on your blogs and be happy for your beautiful homes, clean faced/no snot noses/darling children. AND, to quit wishing a few things were different, accept what I can't change, be happy with what I have and put a little effort into a little self-improvement........ even if that means just getting one room clean.

Bad day gets worse

I read all these blogs and everyone has such great posts about thier lives but seriously doesn't anyone have a bad day once in awhile? I do, and today was one of them! It started out great, the sun was out and it was warm so I planned a trip to the zoo. ( My favorite placee to go on nice sunny days with the kids) I send the kids out to play in the back yard while I get ready. They decided that the trampoline, and the billion and one toys out there are no fun to play with so they dig a hole in the middle of the yard! Seeing the kids digging makes my dog think it is okay to dig, so guess what, I now have a very holy backyoard and there is nothing devine about it! I dont relize what is happening as I prep for our outting today so I didnt think to grab the dog before she runs through the house with muddy paws! This puts a delay in my plans, gotta clean carpets now!
Finally out the door and kids buckled in pulling out of the drive and Will has to go potty! Delay. On the road, stop get me a much needed DP and a sucker for the kids. While driving, not paying attention to the kids I don't relize Reagan has taken her very sticky sucker and twisted it into her not-so-cute anymore top knot. She starts screaming, I try to do what I can while driving down the freeway..(not smart) I see the cop about the same time he flips his lights on! Yes I was speeding. Does this cop give me a break even after I tell him my story...NO I got a ticket! By this time I am about to go home and hide under the bed until tomarrow! The zoo trip and the ride home was uneventful, Thank goodness! I get home kick my shoes off and (Reagan is in early stage of potty training) run her into the potty while leaving a sleeping William in the car. Reagan decides she doesent need to go potty so I get her down and go to get Will. In the 5 seconds it takes me to carry Will into the house Reagan had pulled her diaper off and pooped in the middle of the hall where I, carring a heavy William, dont see it.... and step right into poo! Bare feet,poo squished into my toes GROSS!!!! It can't get worse! So I clean up my feet and then clean the carpet (again)!! The rest of my night has been a bit better but I am looking forward to bed and starting over with a better tomarrow!

23 Flavors of Wonderful!

Ahhh Yes, Dr Pepper. I recently had a mild case of insanity and tried to give you up. I thought that the caffine headache hitting me every morning before 10 o'clock AM was getting a little out of hand. I tried to substitute with flavored water, but what is one flavor against 23? Your bubbly sensation can't be beat by bland and colorless concoctions. Everyday the pain was terrible, if not for tylonol I would be dead. Everywhere I look you were there, on big shiny billboards or stacked in nice neat piles at the store, so convinent and so needed. I gave in. I went a long and miserable 9 days with out you and now you are back in my life again!

Good Clean DIRT!

Okay Reagan is my little princess, she doesn't like to be dirty. If some little speck of sticky gets on her finger she wants a bath. Is this because she doesn't like being dirty or she is just overly obssessed with bath-time? Latly she has gone above and beyond this fear of dirt. Finding a small mud hole she had made from dumping dog water, she enjoyed a nice cold mud bath! She actually cried when I pulled her into the house cause she was starting to shiver! Instantly content when we headed to the bathroom and started stipping the mudd-caked clothing off.

What you wish you never knew...

For the past couple of days, I’ve been wondering how in the world the whole Easter bunny concept came to be and what the heck do eggs have to do with a rabbit! It’s pretty amazing that no one ever seems to question the association of an oversized rodent who hides plastic eggs with the resurrection of Jesus. I am almost 30 years old and have never once thought to figure out if there’s even a remote connection! What I found out is that apparently, rabbits and eggs are both symbols of fertility and new life, which is supposed to be what Spring is all about, right? I get it up to this point, then they lose me... Well, supposedly, back in the 1700s, it was believed that a certain rabbit spirit known as “Oschter Haws” would come to the homes of well-behaved children and plop out a nest of brightly colored eggs.(When did rabbits start laying eggs?) Kids would actually go around their homes and yards and set up nests for this pregnant bunny to give birth to these coveted eggs. Seriously? It really all goes back to an egg-laying bunny who only went into labor in the homes of good girls and boys? Maybe it’s just me, but I find this a bit disturbing. So, you mean to tell me that we stain our hands dyeing hard-boiled eggs,
dress up our kids and send them out into the cold to find plastic ovals in every possible crevice of our backyards,
spend oodles of money on a bunch of sugar-laced, cavity-inducing crap, all in the name of a horny hare who’s ready to pop?
I almost wish I wouldn’t have Googled the history of this crazy holiday tradition, because in this case, I really think ignorance is bliss. It is just plain odd! We’ll just go on pretending like it’s all cute and innocent fun to find all the abandoned after-birth of some overgrown long-eared animal hopping about my back yard.


Happy Easter everyone!

Dandelion Dude

My first Flowers this year!
William brought me a handful of dandelions this morning, with a big smile,
"Here Mom, these for you! SMELL! You yike it?"

I LOVE them! Thank you William!