Lucky You

I went shopping the other day. It started out depressing because I couldn't find ANYTHING worth buying, but my luck changed and I ended up getting two new shirts. One of the shirts I got is a Lucky brand t-shirt. I love those because they look cute and nice, but are still super casual. So I don't feel like a freak going to the grocery store in them, but I also look hot if my hubby happens to call me to go on a lunch date.

Anyways, while I was trying on some Lucky shirts I decided I might as well try on a pair of their jeans too. Now, when I was in jr. high, and high school Lucky brand jeans were the shiz. If you wanted to be at the height of trendy and cool, just wear a pair of lucky jeans. And if you were a guy, you wore lucky jeans with a white "wife-beater" tank-top. And if you were a guy who wanted to date me, you also needed to have your ears pierced with little silver hoops in them. But that's a whole other therapy session.

Wait, what was I talking about again? Oh yeah, I was trying on some Lucky Brand jeans...

Well, Lucky Jeans have never fit me very well. They've always given me the appearance of wearing a diaper. It wasn't cute, and I was never at the height of trendy or cool. But I figured, things have changed, I've had two kids, the jeans are now twice as expensive as they were before (at least), so they should definitely fit me properly now. But alas, they still give me diaper butt.

Luckily though, I found a gorgeous pair of 7 For All Man Kind jeans that erase all the bad memories and negative emotions that I have from never being able to wear Lucky jeans!!! Now to just convince Jason they're worth it......

My oldest

Here are a few stories about my fantastic oldest child, (he's 6).

I was forcing him to eat 6 bites of spaghetti before he could tell me he didn't like it. He of course was just sitting there sobbing and then came up with this doozy, "Mom, do you know that you are making me sad right now? Why would you want to make your own son sad? Your very own son?!" I left the room to gather my composure before answering.

My boys were, as usual, play fighting when suddenly I heard a loud thud and a scream from my youngest that let me know he was really hurt. I come upon the scene to find my youngest covering his right eye and crying, and my oldest rubbing his left hand saying, in a rather surprised tone, "It actually hurts really bad to punch someone." I had to leave the room to gather my composure before disciplining.

He also uses terms like "wicked awesome", "the bomb", and "punk", like a total pro!

Facebook is giving me an identity crisis

I love Facebook. It has provided me with hours of entertainment, and distraction from responsibility. It has also gotten me in contact with a lot of old friends and acquaintances, this is where my identity crisis comes in.

When I was growing up I went by the name Angie. It wasn't until I became an "adult" at 18 that I decided I wanted to go by my full name Angela. I thought it sounded more mature and I hoped that people would take me more seriously. I don't think it worked, but the name definitely stuck. Especially because it was how I introduced myself to my husband who then thought it was "the most beautiful name in the world". He even semi-cringes when he hears people call me Angie.

So now that I have reconnected with all these people who call me Angie, I find myself introducing myself as Angie with as much frequency as I introduce myself with the name Angela, and then have people saying things like "oh wait, I thought you went by (insert variation of my name here), is that wrong?"

And the honest answer is I don't know, because I don't know what I want to be called anymore, and honestly, I don't care. I would prefer if people just called me whatever came naturally to them... as long as it's not mean.

Red is his favorite color

When I decided to be done having kids after only getting boys I knew there were things I would miss out on; prom dress shopping, ballet classes, giant flower headbands on my tiny babies head, painting little fingernails...

Well, I was wrong about one thing!!!!

or not....

So I had a follow up appointment with my ophthalmologist the other day and it turns out I don't even have an Adie's tonic pupil. I have nothing at all, except a weird pupil that can get ginormously larger than the other one on occasion.

This was decided because apparently my pupil should have completely stopped working by now if it was an Adie's pupil. But it still works and nothing else is wrong with me soooooo, I'm completely healthy and normal.

Well, I guess the normal thing could be debated.

One of my favorite memories

Since I didn't have a blog when I was pregnant with my second child I want to share this story with you all so that I can remember it always, and to give you guys a good laugh.

So I got really sick at the beginning of my pregnancy, (like most women do) and was quite the vomiter. Well my sweet oldest child who was 2 at the time was still in the phase of following me every where I went and my runs to "pray to the porcelain gods" was no different. But the funny part is that he got such a kick out of watching me vomit, frequently shouting out some oohs, and ahhs, and then always cheering after I had stopped, "do it again Mommy!!!".

And I always did.

A very Merry Christmas

We had a great holiday season this year!! The boys really got into it and it was a lot of fun. We kept up all of our traditions, here's a quick rundown....

They helped decorate the weekend after Thanksgiving, my youngest really got into it.

He created a new record of how many ornaments can fit on a single branch!!! 7!!!

My oldest discovered that his bum looked funny when viewed in the giant silver ornaments...

They baked cookies for Santa and went on a treasure hunt for new pajamas...

Then they threw out some gang signs like the bad asses they are.

Hope y'all had a fantastic holiday!!!

The importance of getting the whole story

Here's a little screenplay from one of my mornings episodes.

My youngest, while sobbing - "[the oldest] just forced me and choked me!!!"

Me - "He forced you and choked you?! What did he force you to do?"

My youngest - "he forced me to choke me!!"

Me to my oldest - "Stop choking your little brother and forcing him to do things!!!"

My oldest - "NO!! I didn't choke him or force him to do anything! I used the force to choke him because I'm a Jedi. It isn't even real."

wait, there's more

From my youngest...

"I love your guts mom but don't talk to me!!!" (I really want to turn that into a bumper sticker)

After I kissed him...

him - "oh shit!!"

me- "what did you say?"

him- "I said shit because you kissed me!"

we then had a conversation about naughty words.

While on a bike ride he was singing his little heart out to Jingle Bells and then mid chorus stops to enquire, "mommy why do you drink coke?"

My oldest...

After telling him I loved him, "When people tell me they love me it makes me sick and I throw up in my mouth."

"hey daddy I have a really important secret to tell you.... BUUUUURPPPP!!" (he really burped in his fathers ear, and I laughed hysterically)

I was telling him that he was going to stay with his grandma while his father and I went on a date and he responded with, "does this mean we're having a third kid? 'Cause that's what happens when people go on dates."

they've been at it again...

My kids have had me laughing until I cried recently.

I was trying to help my oldest with something but I couldn't figure it out. I told him we'd wait until dad got home because maybe dad knew something I didn't. My oldest responded "yeah he probably does because he's done with school and you're not".

My youngest had his first accident yesterday since being potty trained last June. Luckily for me it was while I was at school, but our nanny filled me in on the whole story and and the quote from my youngest was "Carla I think I farted a poop." I'm still laughing at that one. Probably because I wasn't the one who had to deal with it.

A little story

This is a story about a girl who was forced into taking the evil Advanced Statistics for Psychology course. What made it even worse was that she had a professor who was too smart to be teaching and therefore didn't make any sense at all.

She frequently found herself going back and forth between being homicidal, and suicidal throughout the semester. At one point, through heavy tear-filled sobs, she accepted the fact that she would fail the class and have to retake it. But alas, there was hope. Unfortunately it was not in the form of extra credit, but instead through working her butt off, and reading a statistics book that made her eyes feel like they were going to bleed. And in the end she not only passed the class, but she got an A!!!!

and now she is so ANOVA it.

(over it)

If you got that joke you can rest assured that you are a dweeb just like me!!! Or even worse, you've survived a statistics class.

So Proud!!!

Anyone who knows my oldest knows that if he's going to do something, it has to be his idea. Taking the training wheels off his bike was no different.

In the last couple weeks the boys in the neighborhood had been giving him a really hard time about still using training wheels and even went so far as to tell him that he couldn't race bikes with them until he took his training wheels off. Well, Saturday was the big day, he decided he was done with training wheels, and by Sunday he was winning races!!