Flan Love

I ROCKED THE "HAPPY BIRTHDAY FLAN." JUST SAYIN'......

What Is This Madness?????

Sam's guinea pig died. We don't know why. Totally fine one day, the next day she was a little sluggish, the day after...dead...as a doornail. I told Sam not to worry, we would get another one someday. Oreo's body wasn't even cold....

Everyone~~~~meet Sir Hopkins Ziffle Ross~~~~the cutest, damn bunny to ever exist.

Let me introduce you...

Meet Dander, my Sulcata Tortoise and one of the loves of my life. She's only about a year and a half old...just a baby in Sulcata years. She doesn't cuddle very well, she doesn't roll over or beg but I love her just the same. She's also not a huge fan of her photo shoots...that doesn't stop me.

She does come toward voices when she's out in the yard and loves to chew on toenails.
Strawberries...a weekly treat. Have you ever seen a tortoise run? Me either. At least not until I put a strawberry in front of her.

Her "I hate my life, no one understands me, I think I'll turn emo" look.


I hate to see you leave, but I love to watch you go.

How about some fries with that shake?

Yet ANOTHER New Member of Our Family

Is this ever going to stop? We have another mouth to feed. Yes, it's a tiny mouth, but it's still a mouth. At last count...2 dogs, 1 guinea pig, 1 tortoise (she's my baby so she doesn't count), a goldfish and now a beta. Everyone meet Peter Parker. He also answers to Spidey, I'm told.

Being The Good Mom That I Am

Noah's Valentine's party was cancelled...snow day. Yes, it happens, even here in Texas. He was pretty bummed to find out he couldn't hand out his completely awesome X-Men cards that he had hand picked. Being the good mom that I am, I let him have them to play with.

Got to school on Monday. Valentine's party is back on and rescheduled for Friday. Yaaay. I'm so excited. This is great! You're going to have so much.......Wait. We don't have any completely awesome X-Men cards to hand out. Crap.

That's okay. Being the good mom that I am, I'll just run to Target and get some more on CLEARANCE!!!!!!

Nope. It's been picked clean. If the boy has to hand out Bratz Valentine's Day cards, he'll never be able to show his face in pre-school again.

Plan B....
Being the good mom that I am...we'll make our own!!!!! We meaning me.

Being the good mom that I am...I now have crayons forever under my fingernails.

But these kick X-Men butt any day of the week.

Now we just have to slap them on some cardstock with a little saying and voila...... we can walk in there with our heads held high....you know, being the completely awesome kick butt mom that I am....

Did I even NEED to know this?

Here's something you should know...I love my husband. My beer drinking, Copenhagen dipping, Wrangler wearing, hunk of a husband. He's a no filter between the brain and the mouth, tell it like it is kind of guy. See below...


Here's another thing I love...my closet. It's where I keep my treasures, things that I can't bear to part with and basically all my goodies.

Another view. Did I mention I love this place? Thought so...

I can't wait for my munchkins to fall asleep just so I can high tail it to my bathroom for a nice long soak with a good book.

Anyhoo, back to the story...

David gets out of the shower the other day and walks into the kitchen. It goes a little something like this~~~~

David: Hey, I wasn't going to tell you this but there was an old lady in your closet.

Me: Explain what you mean by "old lady."

David: Well, I was shaving and I smelled old lady perfume...looked up and she was

peeking around the door at me. I waved to her and she faded away.

Me: What did she look like?

David: She looked like an old lady with her hair pulled back in a bun. You know, an old lady.

Me: Jesus Jenny, was there some special reason you just HAD to tell me this.

Understand this. I LOVE paranormal shows~~~rewind that~~~I LOVED paranormal shows. David has endured this for the longest. He's always said "it's a crock." This is what made his "sighting" even worse.

I now run in and run out. I make my kids sit on the bed with their backs to me while I take a quick bath. They hate their life...that's pretty much a given right now.

By the way, in my mind she looks like this...

Oh yeah, this is where you'll find me. The half bath. I love it more and more.

Can a 3 yr. old get Ick???

I know you're asking yourself..."Self, what do these three pictures have in common?" Quick story and easy answer....it goes a little something like this...

Me: So Carter, what do you want for breakfast?

Carter: Macaroni & Cheese and Nerds.

Me: Sounds like an excellent choice, my friend.

Keep in mind, he's the fourth child and the only one left at home. He's babied, to say the least.

Short story long...I make my completely kick ass Kraft Mac & Cheese (hush, I don't want to hear it) and quickly realize that I've used the colander designated for cleaning the fish bowl.

I'm thinking we should have stuck to the breakfast of Nerds.