If you dont have anything nice to say

So I have been in such a crappy mood this past week, its common knowledge. Men are dumb, and are irritating and tend to make me pissy. We are told in our child development classes that if you have to tell a parent something negative about their child, you must preface it with something positive, so the person doesnt feel attacked. Well, someone should teach my husband that, since almost every day this week, he came home from work and greeted me with something negative or critical. Damn, dont bother to notice I cleaned the bathroom, or that I cut my hair, or anything productive I did. But please make sure you tell me where my laundry basket should/shouldnt be or not to put loose trash in the trash can, or to make sure I dont lose the letter he threw in the doorway (so he doesnt forget to mail it) I might just be a bit sensitive, but this went on most of the week. Lets just chalk it up to bad day at work.

But we ended up having a great weekend. Started off Friday night, we went to Buca Di Beppo for dinner and "shared" a bottle of wine (meaning hubby had 1 1/2 glasses and I had the rest of the bottle)

Saturday we took the nephews to Sea World, which was fun, exhausting, and brought back great memories of our wedding day (we got married at Sea World almost 2 years ago) (for a bit of privacy nephew #1 is Beeps, Nephew #2 is ADA) So Beeps is recovering from some extensive surgery, and cant walk well, so it made our pace slow and steady. ADA is a ball of energy, cant stand still for a minute, is bored easily. So 2 very different personalities, at a theme park, in the peak tourist season. Very challenging, yet so rewarding. We watched two shows, rode Wild Arctic, petted stingrays. We didnt get to ride any of the other rides, mainly because the lines were crazy long (still a 60 minute wait at 7 at night!!) but I just love being around them. They are so much fun, and I like when hubby hangs out with them too. He hasnt been exposed to kids much, so this is like training for him. Then we went to Fuddruckers for dinner. Now I can write a book of quotes the boys say when we are together. They are so smart, and learning how to be sarcastic (just like their auntie). Here is a gem.

We started talking about Obama. I asked them if they could vote, who would they vote for. ADA (who is 6) says O-rock Obama, and Beeps (who is 8) says McCain. I asked why McCain, and he says "Because he doesnt have alot of people voting for him and I feel bad" LOL!! Hes so loving and sensitive!

Today we saw the Dark Knight. Pretty good movie, Heath Ledger was amazing. I had some short ribs in the crock pot waiting for dinner. I wish I could get things right. The taste just wasnt where I wanted it to be, and they didnt just fall off the bone like they were supposed to. Things like this make me feel like a failure as a wife.....

Okay, this turned into a novel. Time for bed!

Pure happiness

I shouldnt even write about his, as this is the most private, personal aspect of my life. But I have to, because it makes me smile. There is something in my life that is pure happiness, joy, ecstasy, and not a single, solitary soul knows what it is. Although I will never tell what it is, just know that there is something in my life that can make me smile when nothing else in this world can. It brightens up my darkest days, and can chase away all the gloom in the world. I hope everyone has something like this in their life!! So while I have had the worst case of the "blahs" this past week, I couldnt be happier tonight. Some people have a happy place (I have 3-Las Vegas, Maui, and the California Speedway) and some have happy food (macaroni and cheese, bacon) and some have a happy song (Dancing Queen by Abba) and I have all those things plus some!! I guess I am just blessed that way. I just wish that little bundle of happy that I rely on so very much could happen to me everyday, but that would just make me selfish. So I take what I can get. And I appreciate every last moment of it.

I wish I didnt have the blahs so often. Lately, it happens alot more than I wish. Alot of it is the stress of TTC, this I know, and it wont go away til I am pregnant again. Some of it is just life in general. I dont want to be at my job, my friends are unhappy at work as well, not many people seem happy now-a-days, and I wish I could change that for everyone. Im a giver, thats what I do, and I want to give my loved ones the luxury of not worrying! But I am also a realist, and I know its not possible. So I just keep living my life, day by day, hoping for a good one in the midst of the blah ones. I think I will have a good day this weekend. In fact, I know I will.

And thanks to the random stranger that read my blog, and made sweet comments. I wish I knew who you were, and where your blog is, so I can read and comment too. But some people like to be anonymous, and I respect that. But it gives me warm fuzzies to know someone thinks I am awesome, without even knowing me. Its like my message boards, we dont really know each other, but we give undenying love and support to one another. This is a great thing. I love my Triple Threats!!

The Gym

So I have been a big slacker when it comes to working out. I used to do yoga with Karin every Tuesday or Thursday. But Karin is being a wanker, and moving to Colorado, so now I dont have a work out buddy. And I dont really like going by myself. But lately, I have noticed that my pants just arent as comfy as they used to be. As a matter of fact, they are starting to cut off my circulation. Some of it is residual baby fat left over from my unfortunate incident. But most of it is because I have been eating nothing but crap lately. Friday, I had 3 hot dogs from Weinerschnitzel for lunch and fried macaroni and cheese for dinner. Yesterday we had In and Out for dinner, today I had chicken enchiladas (not that bad, but not that good either)

Anyway, back on tangent, I went to the gym tonight. Damn, its quite apparent that nobody, and I mean nobody works out on Sunday evenings. I got front row parking, no waiting for the best elliptical machine (the best one is in front of the fan, and the TV that shows anything other than MSNBC) I had the top floor pretty much to myself, just me and my iPod!! Other than the girl that thought she was running some sort of elliptical marathon (gosh I hate those people) while I moved at my own leisurely pace. I did 3 miles!! I also went down and worked on my abs for a bit. Something so satisfying about a good workout. Im so proud of me!! Im gonna strive for yoga on Tuesday. I have to lose this beer gut.

Then I came home to that irritating man I married. The one that disciplined the cat for jumping on the kitchen table 10 times while we were eating dinner by giving him some chicken off his plate??!?!?!?!? What the fuck?? That cat is a thorn in my side, can you see why??

Children's Birthday Parties

First off and totally unrelated to my topic, but Im really gonna like it here. I used to blog on myspace, but I had to hold back a bit, due to the fact that I wrote mean and nasty stuff about people there, and mutual friends could read it and share information (after all, high school crap never dies) So Im happy to have my little corner here, where only select few will know about its existance, and I can feel free to express myself (and for the record, I curse ALOT, so if you dont like hearing/reading it, turn back now.)

so back to the topic at hand. I just got an invitation to a one year old's birthday party in the mail. Now, I dont have children (yet) but when I do, I fully intend to throw one of those ridiculously huge and overblown 1st birthday parties. The inflatable jumper thing, goodie bags, two cakes, hundreds of our closest friends, carne asada, the whole works. Thats what you do when its your first born's first birthday. But when its someone elses kid, I just shake my head and think "why the big fan fare? They will never remember this anyway" We all know the party is for the parents, lets be realistic here. But alas, thats not the reason I started this post...

This might just be me, and Lord knows, I dont think like the rest of the world does. But the invite has a catchy little poem on it, which ties into helpful hints on what to buy the birthday child. Hmmmm. Now some might view this as helpful, after all, what do you buy the kid that has everything? Not me, I see it as a tacky reminder that gifts (in appropriate sizes and colors) are what this fiesta is about. Now, while I plan to throw the biggest she-bang this city has seen, I also plan to put "No gifts" on the invites. My future children are going to be spoiled-ass rotten as it is, and I dont need to be overwhelmed with more toys and such. If there was a polite way to write "Please donate to our college fund" I would put that on the invite. But there is absolutely no polite way to make suggestions like that. Buy what you think is appropriate, and if its not to the child's liking or size, that is precisely why God created the gift receipt.

I wonder if my sister-in-law thinks the same way I do. After all, I spare no expense when it comes to my nephews. To make matters worse, their birthdays are just days before Christmas, so she gets overwhelmed all in one month. I am one of those aunties that spoils....and I love it. But I came up with the grand idea to actually start a college fund for my boys, and I have no problem putting money into that. Im a planner, and I like the idea of planning for their future. I really should talk to her about that.....and yes, I know that telling a 9/7/5 year old that he isnt getting presents this year, but instead Auntie is investing in your future, is probably the lamest thing ever heard. So i will continue to buy gifts, just maybe tone it down a bit.

Wow, I get off tangent very easily.....

anyway. I refuse to take any helpful hints, and I will buy a gift of my choosing. If you dont like it......suck it donkey.....

Suck it donkey?

Okay, so many years ago, my nephew's had this toy. It was a plush Shrek toy from the Disney store. If you squeezed its belly, it recited quotes from the movie. So my brother Gooch and I were playing with it one day. We squeezed its belly, and I think it was supposed to say "Stop it Donkey" but what we heard it say was "Suck it donkey". So being the 12 year old children (mentally) that we are, we laughed hysterically. Now when people piss me off I will tell them to "suck it donkey" if I tell you to do something, and you dont want to, I will tell you to "suck it donkey" pretty much, if the situation fits, I will tell you to "suck it donkey" which has kind of become my mantra. My friends use it religiously also so I thought, how fitting for me to name my blog "Suck it donkey" because Im sure I will piss people off at some point in time. However, you are not allowed to tell me to "suck it donkey" on my own blogspot. Unless you are blood related, or named Karen, Denisse, Stacy, Heather or Melissa.

Okay, so that just barely scrapes the surface of who I am. But you will soon get to know and love/hate me. And yes, I do have a brother named Gooch (he would rather we didnt use that childhood nickname anymore, but for blog's sake, he will remain Gooch)

Woohoo, I am officially a blogger. I am full of stories, both new and old, happy and sad, exciting and depressing, but I have been told that no one can tell a story like I can. It probably loses some punch having to write about it rather than tell it out loud, but still. I hope you will read and enjoy!

and I forgot to thank Cheri and Jenn (Pantsie/Panties) for inspiring me to start a blog. Thanks girls. The adventures begin.......