Guilty Pleasures

10. Eating a huge bowl of Cookies and Cream Ice Cream and licking every last drop off the bottom!

9. Going to the spa and getting a massage and facial!

8. Begging Bryan to rub my back!

7. Getting my hair done ( me too!)

6. Watching girly movies that I've seen before and letting myself get sappy!

5. Crawling into bed with crisp clean sheets and relishing the smell!

4. Having Sarah brush my hair!

3. Cuddling with Andy and liking it!

2. Singing my heart out and dancing with the girls in the kitchen!

1. I love when Bryan and I read together in bed!

HAPPY JULY 4TH!!

Wow..

I have been so incredibly busy and don't really have the time to write this blog. I feel like I should be doing stuff and I should. I should be packing. We are headed to my in-laws for the weekend to enjoy the 4th of July. Bryan and I joked about the fact that we both share birthday's with our daughter's and so we will never grow old. It's true. I forgot my birthday a million times last week, including the day of. I haven't stopped spinning since Friday.

My little sister is spending the week with us and though we are 1o years apart, I am reminded of how immature I can still be. I miss that, haha..

Even though I have 2 small children, I tend to have to be serious for the most part and concerned with their mere safety. So, it's been nice to rekindle the kid in me. I took her to the gym with me and couldn't get in a "serious" workout because she was giggling at my red, vein buldging forehead. She made me aware of how funny it really is. She will understand the importance of it later on. She has that gracefully, youthful appearance that comes naturally at 14. I've really enjoyed spending time with her this week and will miss her when she's gone. I told her that next year will be the last summer she spends with me because once 16 arrives she'll be free and boy crazy.

I have been on an emotional roller coaster this week. I've been extremely busy. It has helped to distract me from the negatives in my life right now. I tend to dwell on hurtful things and am learning that it is like emotionally molesting yourself to relive painful memories in your mind. I have also learned that unforgiveness is like drinking the poison and expecting the other person to die. It's true, it only hurts yourself.

Some things I've learned about LOVE:

1.) GOD IS PERFECT LOVE

2.) NOTHING CAN SEPERATE ME FROM THE LOVE OF GOD

3.) GOD'S PERFECT LOVE FLOWS THROUGH MY IMPERFECT HEART

4.) ACCESSED, I CAN LOVE ANYONE THROUGH ANYTHING.

5.) I CAN'T MAKE GOD LOVE ME ANYMORE OR ANY LESS

6.) GOD IS NOT MY ENEMY BUT THE DEVIL WANTS ME TO BELIEVE HE IS

7.) BECAUSE I AM WELL LOVED BY GOD I CAN LOVE WELL

To paint or not to paint

Why does a such a simple task, like painting have to be so complicated?

It falls under the category of card searching for me. I could just stand there for an hour, until I found the perfect card. Of course, it will take them .5 seconds to read it, smile and throw it in the trash. But, what the heck, that's just me.

I had a wild hair last weekend and wanted to paint. Bryan said that it needed to be planned. Alright, so he's right we need time to plan and take time to pick out a color...haha...

I went to just about every paint website in existence, and used their color visualizer to find the perfect color. Of course, none of that really mattered when I brought my husband into the equation. Well, it is supposed to be his man cave but, I spend alot more time in the house than he does, doesn't that count for something?

They need to have folder size swatches if you ask me. Those little cards they call swatches are just pointless. You can't visualize that on your wall. And what about lighting? Okay, so I'm asking for a miracle.

The same Bryan mentioned above, decides while we are buying paint this evening, that he wants to try a glaze or adding some texture. He starts to ask the clerk about it. Are you kidding me? This is the same man who told me I needed to plan ahead, that's just funny.

Thank heavens he came to his senses and ended that nonsense. I am scared to death about what tomorrow will bring. I know it's just paint but you can't take it back if you don't like it..

Wish me luck..

#10,865 on the reasons why I need to get out more:

Obessive Compulsive Disorder is one of the leading mental illnesses of stay at home mothers.

Alright, not really, or at least I don't think so but I wouldn't be surprised to see some statistics.

I have started a list of reasons why it's important that I get out of the house on a regular basis and I have reason number 10,865. Okay, once again, not really but I should start a list and take it to a family meeting with Bryan that we never have but should start.

I had a great moment yesterday and really wanted to share it with the world. I really would have loved to have taped this because it would have made me rich and I could pay for some medication. Yeah, I'm not a comdian, sorry. It's the disorder talking.

So, as I was doing routine housework yesterday. I decided to vacuum the leftover cheerios and such from under the couches. As, I was doing such a simple task, I felt a very, very sharp pain in my head and was quick to accuse my 3 yr old of standing on my hair. She was last seen wearing my BIG red boots. I quickly realized that my hair was stuck in the vacuum cleaner.

:PAUSE:

Ok, visualize this, cause it WAS FREAKING HILARIOUS.

I was like, "Sarah, turn it off!"

Of course, she just stood there. She's 3.

I managed to reach my hand to the top while the machine is ramming my head and smoking.

Oh MY GO...it hurt.

So, it smelled horrible.The livingroom had that burnt rubber smell for the next hour!

I managed to pull my hair and when I stood up big chunks of hair came out. Duh.

I'm really losing it, aren't I?

How could I manage this?...I hope you are enjoying this post.

So, tomorrow is another day and I'm sure I'll continue this list and reach 11,000 before the end of the month. I'm gonna pass the petition around for all of you to sign and give it to my husband. :)

Atlanta and cheerleaders

So, my husband and I just traveled to Atlanta for the weekend. We stayed in The Westin Hotel on Peachtree St. and our view was nothing less of money well spent. Of course, all the hours of googling a romantic getaway didn't mention there would be 50 million cheerleaders staying in Atlanta that weekend as well for a competition.

I looked forward to putting on a little black dress and sitting down to a nice dinner. It wasn't quite what I had pictured when there were cheerleaders in houseshoes standing at the crosswalk with us and Mother's of cheerleaders who thought they were 16 and wearing tons of eye makeup and had bows in their hair as well. Wow, Interesting!

So, as we walked out of a place called "Dailey's," after dinner, we were immediately greeted by a gentleman who proceeded to tell us where all the little sidebars were, and how they were open until 4 am. He seemed to know alot about Atlanta and I couldn't help but think to myself, "Where the heck did this guy come from?" and " How did he know what we were looking for?" AHA!
He's homeless...Of course, we weren't getting out of Atlanta that easy. It gets better.

He managed to weasel money out of us. He asked to shine our shoes and said that he was staying in a place that charged 16.00 a day and they all shined shoes. He stated that he had some things just around the corner to make our shoes look new. Bryan and I just stood there speechless for a minute or two because the guy was so slick to approach us and give us all this info about Atlanta, and we felt like we owed him something. We're suckers.
So Bryan pulls out 2 bucks and the guy says come on man, 3.99 so I can eat. WHAT??!? Is this guy really working us like a salesman. Bryan gave him 2 more dollars. I told ya, we're suckers.

We ended up walking about 3 blocks into no mans' land. He was probably sitting somewhere laughing his butt off at us. We asked a crossguard where we could go have some drinks and hear live music. She suggested a place called, "Uptown." She said they were playing jazz.
We ended up in a local hotspot alright - If your 40. No offense.
I think we ended up at the bar with all the parents of those cheerleaders I mentioned earlier.
Bryan and I grabbed 2 margarita's from the bar and made our way up to a livingroom type area with some nice leather sofas to sit on. These guys in their 50's (very well dressed) stood up doing some kind of gang sign at each other, Oh wait, they are acting like boxers stepping into the rink.
Then we realized we were in some bar where they all loved boxing as it was on all the big screens and we were staring against the crowd watching the fight. We felt like we were in some sort of bad dream lol. Needless to say, we downed the drinks and got the heck out of there.
We did end up with a nice buzz and made our way to the hotel for the evening.

The elevators were packed full of cheerleaders and pizza delivery guys, and seemed like an eternity before we got to our room. The getaway was well worth the small hassles and it doesn't matter what we do, as long as we have a chance to break away from the stress. It wasn't everything I hoped for but I can't live in a dreamworld now can I?