he doesn't need speech therapy anymore...does he?

what he meant to tell shawn:
"i went big poops in the potty."

what came out:
"i want big boobs on my body."

yes, it is still a bit difficult to understand what the young one says. and it is hilarious!

words of the day

please define:

scrubbaly
"mom, now my hair is all scrubbaly."
(spoken in a rather whiney/mad tone).

beezin
"he's beezin by mom." (he=man on an electric scooter)

niceness of new

i feel really good about my children's room. finally. i got shawn to buy new bunk beds and get rid of the homemade ones he so graciously made. and screwed (about a millions screws) into the wall. he painted part of them too. then anna decided that she wanted to move hers. more screws and lots of screw holes. i love him. anyway, we got new beds and new piece of remnant carpeting for their room. it is quite lovely. plus...
we got rid of toys. it is simply amazing. we have downsized. in the children's room anyway. now, what's next? the bathrooms, kitchen, computer/craft room? maybe i will take a break for awhile. it was quite exhausting. even to just think about.

sweet sweet man o' mine

i received an email from shawn today. he wished me a happy 9 1/2 year anniversary. i love him. six months from today will be our 10 year anniversary. he already remembered our 9 1/2 year anniversary. i love him.

really, this time i'm probably back

okay, i was lost for a bit but now i am found. again. i am taking advantage of my blog now for my crazy mind to find a resting place. if i just get the thoughts organized enough to give them a home. perhaps then, i can rest.

S.A.D.

it is so blasted hot that i can not even sit without sweating. and i don't sweat normally. however, i should not even consider complaining for it is not nearly as hot as it was 3 years ago, the summer i was pregnant with michael.

you know how in the winter some people get depressed, seasonal affective disorder or something like that. well, i think i may have it this summer due to this stupid heat. i remember last summer so fondly (it never reached 100). and now i find myself falling into my pattern of depression because i don't want to do anything because it is so hot. seasonal affective disorder in the summer? maybe just for me. do you suppose i should sit under my light box? hah.

mommy, is your bum plummered?

yes, anna, my bum is plummered. i have plummer bum. and yes, anna truly asked me that question just minutes ago. my fatass is spilling out over the top of my jammie bottoms. it is what comes with having a fatass.

i am still thinking about exercising (to help cure the fatass) and i decided that instead i would change to diet drinks. diet drinks most of the time anyway. here are my exclusions:

1. when we eat at mcdonalds (best coke in the world...i think they calabrate their machines on an hourly basis).
2. at cafe rio-second best coke in town
3. when shawn gets a refill and i feel like having a sip (or lots of sips)
4. when i am in stress (oh, maybe i should exclude this exclusion for i may be drinking regular all the time)
5. when there is no diet in the fridge and i need caffeine immediately

i suppose we will see how it goes. yesterday i had diet coke and it was alright. i suppose i could get used to it all the time. i don't know.
is my fatass worth the regular sodas? still to be determined.