Four Twenty and 9 More Years!

Hey guys, Today is the four twenty and that means The Hubbie and I successful made it another year.  The four twenty welcomes one more year of wedded bliss and not a celebration of the crunk.  I told The Hubbie, "it feels like so much longer".  I don't mean that in an unhappy way!  I just barely remember my life without The Hubbie as a key member of the day to day.  Our love swept like rapid fire.  He passed out on me (on a couch), we kissed, we got knocked up, and we got married. 

Quite the love story if you ask me. 

 Our nine years have not been a breeze by any means.  Late night work schedules, school attempts, baby after baby, too much alcohol, releasing of our youth, finding adulthood, and little money plagued us through many of the years, but we overcame and trucked along. 

As a child, I dreamed of a man who loved his children as much if not more than he loved me.  I fantasied about owning my own home even if it was a shack.  I hoped to rarely sleep alone.

  My dreams were fufilled by The Hubbie.  The dream did not arrive in the package or on the day I expected but it did come. 
(I said come.)

I look forward to more years with The Hubbie and will never regret the joy-filled and the pain-filled last nine. 

Thank you Hank for tolerating me and please over look my iniquities for one more year!

Here are some flashbacks of my not so fantasy wedding!

On four-twenty, Dr. Dre finally released his long awaited album Detox.

(How cute Dre!)

I am a fan of the Dr. Dre, and I welcome him back to the saddle again.

Baby Be Gone

Today, My youngest and most precious Elliott turns the big girl 2. For the last couple of months daycare worked to prepare me. They moved her to the big girl class, we bought panties, and started to discuss the tossing of the "pappy" (what Elliott calls her pacifier).

Despite every one's best efforts,

I am officially not OK with this!!!

I don't remember this being so hard with the other 2 kids. I longed for them to potty train and grow up so that I could have more help and more relief. Maybe because this is my last baby, maybe because she was born wanting to be twenty, maybe because I spent so many long nights with her in the hospital, or maybe because I am older; I just wanted her to stay little a little bit longer. With any other kid, I would say I am glad she is happy and healthy, but Elliott is mostly annoyed and almost always sick so that does not fit her.

I guess it is more fitting to say I am glad for her bitchy, bossy, cute, thinking she is grown, and living life her own way ass. She makes up her own names for people, she plays with your head, and she understand everything you say to her but can't talk worth a shit. And, she rarely minds you although she knows what she is suppose to do.

I love her; She is infectious!!!

I sucked up my bottom lip and threw together a Where The Wild Things Party. In patting myself on the back, the party turned out creative and cute. The pictures do not do it justice, but I witnessed both the young and the young at heart rocking a good time with the help of some cardboard boxes, a grill and some rum spiked "drink" (just for the grown folks).

Laps were run, beers/jungle juice were drunk, nails were polished, tacos were eaten and gossip rang in the air. Something for everyone literally.

PS... I want a nice camera to better have evidence to my children that sometimes I give a shit!

Happy B-Day my Elliott. I can't wait to watch you become a kid and then a woman, but I sure am glad you are just a toddler for now.

DON'T GO GROWING UP TO FAST, MISSY!!

Clips on Friday

Well, springtime clicks away and with warm weather comes weddings, weddings, and more weddings. My anniversary fast approaches on four twenty and every weekend has a wedding or a wedding party on the agenda for The Hubie and I. Wedding Mania even reeks in my office. My office mate and buddy Laura Merrill from http://lauramerrill.blogspot.com recently got popped the question. The general office chit chit suddenly changed to Wedding bliss. I would normally want to gag but find the genuinely giddy behavior of both of the future betrothed overwhelmingly inviting. I must toot my horn to say that I new that they would fall in love before they met (although did not see forever in the mist) and I predicted the month of engagement months ago and the day of the big do on the day before it was to pass. Needless to say, I have a Laura Merrill and Brandon gift of sorts. Well anyway, The clips this Friday have to do with the upcoming weddings and unforseen drama facing my very in love friends and family. What the hell, We all really love weddings right? The Ring...

The Dreams...

The Church... The Guest List...

The Brides Maids...

The Groomsmen...

The Dress...

The Cake... The Flowers...

The Learning the Importance of Mom...

The Joining of Families... The Fears...

THE BOOZE...

The Prayers...

The Feeling Like a Queen... The Feeling A Little Sexy... The Planning and The Work that Leads to One Unforgettable Day... The Saying Bye to Your Past and Starting ANEW... The Trying to Recover...

The African Sleeping Sickness

I have a bad case of the African Sleeping Sickness. To explain, That is what I call feeling totally tired and worthless. Staying up to complete chores or finish a television show is a struggle. I want to lay in bed and nap all day but that seems highly unlikely. Tonight, exams for the sociology class and hugs and prayers with my still up babies. One day, I will be a playful mom again with time on my hands and fun games in my heart. Now, I am as eager to see them as to see them go to bed.

Sweet dreams my followers....take a snooze for me.

P.S. My new computer officially does not let me post pictures so I had to use Laura's to send...Gross! I hate technology!!!