Signs my children watch too much tv when I'm not around

We're tv people. There I said it.

We have four *cringes* televisions in our house.

One in the family room, one in my bedroom and one set in each of my stepdaughter's rooms.

I know, I know, what can I say? I grew up watching a lot of the tube and really never grew out of it.

I suppose it's because of this that I'm probably overly anal (if that's possible) about the twins' tv watching habits. I've always limited the amount of television they could watch focusing on doing activities with them instead.
Which frankly has backfired because now even when I want that electronic babysitter they typically aren't havin' it. And while I complain, secretly that does make me happy because I feel like I've done at least one thing right.

Until last night, when I asked my daughter what she thought she might wear for her first day of kindergarten next week.

"You know what I think would be cute? " I asked "Your new pink and black shirt with the leggings"

"Yeah" said J " but you know what might even be cuter, my new blue shirt with those leggings"

Overjoyed that my daughter had successfuly matched pieces from two outfits not purchased as matching sets I exclaimed "Yeah I think you're right. Let's go get them and see"

I dashed upstairs to grab the two outfits to have her try them on.

"Aww and cute" I cooed as she tried on the various combinations.

Just then my husband walked in the room.

"Whatcha doin?" he asked

"Playing Projick Runway" J says without missing a beat.

Well... I guess I now know what she does with Grandma while I'm at work.

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[Insert best joke here]

My sister came to visit and all she brought me was this awesomely named soup..(boring, but true)

Or then there's:

I'm not gonna try it, you try it, lets get Mikey...

Or
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wait for it:

This would be the perfect opportunity to debut that new twat flavored cracker recipe you've been dying to try but just didn't know what to pair it with

(ok yeah I know that was gross...but you know you laughed)

I'm back my friends and busier then ever but couldn't resist sharing this with you. I know you've got some zingers of your own so lay 'em on me.

On Vacation

Oooh, I almost forgot to tell you: I'm taking a well deserved (and hopefully restful) vacation for the week.

See you next week.

Guessing Game Part II

Ahh, my daughter J. The budding artiste. First it's pictures of Dr. Phil and now this.

The first person to tell me what's going on in this scene wins...



Well you win nothing really but you can feel good about yourself knowing that you are good at interpreting 5 year old art.

Oh and I really, really hope you don't guess because I'm kinda dying to give you the clue she gave me when I initially couldn't guess.

I'm excited about some things. Other things...meh (or the ramblings of a neurotic mom about to send her kids to kindergarten)

In less than 3 weeks my babies will be entering kindergarten and I am freaking the eff out.

That's like real school, y'all. Not the protected environment of co-op preschool where the ratio was 1 adult for every three kids.

I can't help but worry.

How will my kids handle their first day? I take a bit of comfort in that they have one another but what if some bigger kid tries to bully the both of them.
How will they measure up ? Do they know as much as they're supposed to know ? Will they sit and listen or will they want to play rather then learn. Will they make lots of friends? Gawd, I can't take it. My head is exploding. Excuse me while I go pop some valium.

Cue soothing music...

What was I saying? Was something actually bothering me ? Eh, couldn't have been that important.

Ahem...

I'm looking so forward to shopping for school clothes. My daughter has inherited my love of clothes and shopping and we've both seen some of the most adorably hip clothes . I get excited just thinking about us strolling down the racks not realizing we've just picked up the same thing and showing it to each other while exclaiming "I know, it's sooo cute isn't it?".

My son takes after his dad in that he'd rather watch paint dry then shop for or try on clothes but that just means I can adorn my boy in whatever I want and he could care less. Does anyone know if Armani makes clothes for the kindergarten set ?
Buying school supplies is also doing it for me. I loved getting them as a little girl, and something about doing it for my own children now just makes me positively giddy. Oh what fun it will be to pack all their little stuff in their little backpacks the night before and then take tons of pictures the day of.

Uggh but then I, like, actually have to send them... to school.

Will they get lost ? Will they miss me? Will they cry? Will they like their teacher? Will they be overwhelmed in their new environment ?

*big, deep, long, sigh*

Ok commencing drawing knees into chest and rocking back and forth

Pissy

I've got a case of the "Mondays". It started when I discovered I'd most likely locked my keys in my car which is parked at the park and ride about 20 miles away. Or I might have even been fortunate enough to have left them on the bus or at the bus stop.
Either way it's left me just plain pissy...so please come back tomorrow.

I'll be able to play nice then (and will have a real post up. I promise)

Hugs and kisses,

WM

P.S - If you've got extra time and are so inclined head on over to my review blog and check out what my kids and I think is probably one of the coolest foods ever

Ok lets just clear this up right now...

Shortly after I entered the blogging world I did one of those crazy search posts. As it turns out, "spanked hubby" was leading quite a few folks to my blog.

At that time I commented that I didn't believe there to actually be a spanked hubby blog but if one did exist " I'm dying to get over there now and check out the posts." I guess I really asked for it there because a few weeks ago I got a comment on that year old post from the owner of the actual spanked hubby blog with a link to his site.

First let me say to each his (or her) own. I'm not one to judge what grown folks do in the privacy of their own bedrooms, or kitchens or living rooms or wherever you choose to get freaky but lord have mercy I did not need to see dude in full backal (you know the opposite of frontal ) nudity with fresh red spanking marks on his pasty heiney.

I think I need to scrub my retinas with bleach.

That's an image I could have gone my whole life with out seeing and been fine. But apparently there are tons of you out there looking for him because those searches continue to bring folks here on what seems like a daily basis.

So while I'm nothing if not a gracious host , if kink is what you want I can't deliver. Dude said he welcomes any and all comments. So head on over there and get your horn on. Nothing to see here.

Mwah,

or as dude says "bottoms up" (which you gotta admit is kind of funny)

WM

Ta-Da!

Hi there, welcome, glad you stopped by. But really I must tell you to leave. Because you must head over to my new review and giveaway blog. When I do decide to do reviews and/or hold giveaways you'll find them there.
Now then isn't that neat and tidy? It keeps this space free for... for ... well for everything else embarassing I choose to reveal about my life.

Are you still here ? Go already.

Belli Skin Care just launched their new site and it's all about the par-tay! You're sure to find some suprises and maybe even a giveaway.

Speaking of parties, if you see my hubby, you know what he looks like right ? Be sure to tell him Happy Birthday. It's his 37th and he's freaking out. He hasn't gotten that age ain't nothing but a number concept down yet. Happy Birthday, hubs! Love you!

The P.I.M.P

At the request of a friend, I'd allowed the twins to be part of a photo shoot for an upcoming campaign at the local university. When we first arrived the kids decided they didn't want any part of it, but after some bribing convincing they were in their sports gear and ready to go.

The photographer had a variety of shots she wanted to take of the 8 different children. As you can imagine it was quite chaotic at times. At one point while I was helping my daughter J, I noticed my son B had disappeared. I called to hubby to stay with J while I went to go find B. As it turns out, he was across the hall in a room with some of the student workers in the photography lab. Girl students.

I walked in and announced that he needed to come back in to the other room and stay with us. "In a minute mom. I'm just talking to my ladies" , he said

"Oh, I see" I said barely stifling laughter. "Well your,uh, friends are trying to work and we should probably not be disturbing them".

He left with me but both hubby and I had to pull him from that room many a time.

Later, when B was in a shoot in which he was flanked by two older girls dressed as cheerleaders the instant the camera stopped flashing he looked at each girl and said. "I like pretty girls".

Hubby and I just looked at each other. Everyone else laughed


When finally all the pictures had been taken and the kids were sufficiently worn out we got ready to go. As we headed toward the door, my son B turned around quickly and started to run.

"B, where are you going?" we both called out to him.

"I forgot to say goodbye to my ladies" he said.

Yep, that's my son. Mad pimp that he is at the ripe old age of 5