Monday, December 14, 2009

Critter Cutter Giveaway!

Head on over to Oh My baby! She has a giveaway going on right now for critter cutters! Super awesome and easy to use cutters for sandwiches! The company I'm using to buy them from is but Oh My Baby has the actual website for you on these things. They are different shaped cutters that you use to cut out animals or puzzle pieces from sandwiches. Hannah is picky with her bread, no crust and she won't eat it whole. So I'm stuck spending 10 minutes making and tearing and cutting a sandwich and these will cut it down to like 5 seconds. I'm gunning to win the puzzle piece set for Hannah but I'ma blog about it to give you a chance to hit it up too. And if you know a godo deal, you will :)

Friday, December 4, 2009

My Puj Tub

I know that for some of you, this probably will not even matter. but for those of you with small babies or about to have a small baby or know someone who has/is having a small baby, this is definitely for you.
I signed up to be a Puj Tub tester and they sent me a free Puj Tub to review. So today after I got it in the mail I tried it out. The Puj Tub is a really sturdy, almost soft plastic like tub. It arrives flat and stays flat unless you are using it. When you are ready to use it you snap it into place thanks to some pieces of strong magnets. It snaps into place really easily and you can fit it into most any sinks. I tried both the kitchen sink (which is super small) and my bathroom sink (which is also super small). And Ignacio fit into it perfectly. I will tell you right now that the only thing I didn't like of it, I couldn't wash his hair in it without a bit of difficulty. But it is wonderful to use for a quick bath or just to wash off the spit up or messy diaper leftovers. He sat in it really comfortably and even giggled while I washed him. I tend to have bad knees so kneeling on the ground while bathing my son hurts like heck, so with this tub I got to stand and let me tell you how wonderful that was! Really.
The nice thing was that I used half of the water that I normally do and there was never any fear of the water over flowing. there are slots on each side that allow the water to drain out. I didn't make a mess and neither one of us (the baby or I) slipped or fell or anything worrisome.
The best part I think was the fact that it wasn't bulky and I could store it anywhere without it taking up a ton of space like my other tub. I put a hook up on my door and hung it right there! How convenient and amazing!
All in all, this tub was pretty awesome. It was even nice knowing there was no worry of him drowning like with any other tub. You have to be right there the whole time with my other tub and with this one, I could sit on the toilet to watch him and know that he would be just fine (running water makes me have to go potty what can I say?). Baby can't slip in it or out of it (at least mine can't) and I think it's awesome. I'm going to make this my quick bath or my travel bath because this will fit perfectly in my luggage. I think everyone should try it because I'm pretty sure, if you have a small baby, you will love it. And by the time they grow out of it, you won't need a bathtub, you can just use the regular sink as is or have baby sit in the tub with you. No need to pay $50 for a tub you'll use for 6 months maybe. Check out the Puj Tub for yourself at the new web site exclusively for baby bath tubs!

This is the Puj Tub put together in my sink. My sink is tiny yet the tub still fit


Ignacio sitting in his tub.

Filling the tub up with water

The slots that let the water out so it doesn't overflow

Ignacio content with his tub See how comfortable he is?

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Quick Freebie

There is a button on my sidebar. It says North Dakota Frugal Mom. It's the very top one. See it? Go there. She is the best! Everyday there are freebies and coupons for fat discounts! And right now, she found the perfect freebie. It's for a free photo calander, free including free S&H!! I made one for my SIL and it took me 10 minutes. It may take you longer if you don't have an account with them or any photos uploaded already. She was the one who pointed out about free photobooks that they were giving away too. She's got a few other Christmas gooodies too, like info about a free photo with Santa at Walmart, or a free Christmas stocking. Free memory card for your camera...Etc..Gotta visit her! Only if you like freebies however, LoL. And tell your friends :)

Things are good here at home. I was having a rough day yesterday. One of my friends busted her ankle up so she had to come home and spend a few months here healing and getting fixed and all that. So I was happy because we normally see each other maybe once a year. She's been my best friend since I was a freshmen in high school-->9 years. Another friend came home for Thanksgiving break and I'm all mopey because they are going out everynight and having a good old time and the days of me just up and running around freely are over. It made me sad. Who wants to hang out with a marrried mother when you aren't married or a mom? It sounds dumb I know. Especially now that I've made two new friends who not only does my husband actually like their husbands, but they have kids as well. I'm not good at making new friends and it takes me a loong time to actually hit that spot of hey you and I are friends! And I can feel like myself around them, you know? Like my husband says, if you pass gas in front of someone and they laugh, you know you've found a friend, LoL. (Don't worry everyone, I don't pass gas. Ever. LoL)

So I'm off to go push the husband on the roof. He needs to put up my Chritsmas lights. He's late. Ugh. I'll take pictures once it's all dine. And I'll show you George. My deer. He's awesome.

Have a great day y'all!!

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Giveaway For Baby Boys :)

Our Inspired Moments is having a giveaway for a beautiful pair of booties and matching hat and you should rush over there and sign up if you have a baby boy :) I know I do and I will be there ;)

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

It Happens

When something bad comes around my way, this is always my reply when people ask or talk about it. It happens. Whatever it is, it happens. We can't walk around life and think "It just won't happen to me." We can but we will be completely wrong. Always.
So as I sit here thinking about my father, in the crack of dawn, or actually a few hours before...A part of me is still going hey, it won't happen. Someday but no where near now. WRONG!
We ventured to Bismarck yesterday to go see dad's doctor at the Heart and Lung clinic. We had to get him out of the hospital for the day to do this mind you. This is his fourth week in the hospital. So he was thankful and glad for the trip. It meant one day he could have a break. Which he did. He got to eat at McDonald's (Yes doctor, he only ate a grilled chicken salad and a diet sprite) and he got to hang out with his grandson all day which was what he enjoyed the most.
The news we received at the clinic wasn't good news though. Q: Why isn't dad getting better and keeps slowly declining? A: Because when he caught the flu it was the swine flu, and on top of that he had double pneumonia. That takes a few weeks to get over for a healthy person, for dad it will be much longer. His lungs however are slowly failing him and giving out. His heart as well. It's already having to beat hard because of the breathing but now that he has been diagnosed as having heart failure, one side beats twice as hard and fast to make up for the other side. One of them is going to give out soon and it's slowly coming to that point.
I was watching dad yesterday as we were sitting in the office and sitting in his wheelchair, I noticed that he looked liek an old man and started wondering, when teh heck did that happen? My dad is going to be 69 here in a few days. I know he's older than all of my friend's dads. I know he's older than a lot of people but his age never stopped him from doing anything. Until now. And that's the hardest part. How do you stand by and let someone get old?
So now I don't know. I hate to jump to the conclusion and say he's dying because I still don't feel like he is. I think this is just a really big and really hard bump in the road. I know things are failing but that doesn't mean he's dying. I hate HATE that word by the way. I don't want to think that and get myself in a stressed out anxiety ridden tizzy for nothing. But then again, I don't want to be caught off guard. So I don't know. I really don't know why I am posting this. Maybe because it is part of me opening up and not hiding anything. I've grown close to you all. And I'm not looking for pity but maybe a few prayers?
It's hard to sit there and watch someone struggle for a simple breath. Or to wish that despite the struggle and pain and suffering that God spare you a few more years with them because you want to be selfish and not have them leave just yet. Or to try not to cry over nothing even though it can be something? I think the hardest part of it is thinking of my kids. Which is where my dam bursts every time :) I grew up with no grandparents. I don't want my kids growing up with no grandparents. To have to stand by and know that they are going to be around so many kids who talk non-stop about grandparents when mine don't have theirs. Or when Grandparents day comes by, they'll stand there going, okaaay now what? My dad is the only one who does things for them and with them, who spends the time with them, who cares. Abel's family must think that they have so many so it's okay if one or two get forgotten. And we're the lucky ones who get to conveniently wait on the sides. We don't get birthday cards or gifts, or holiday cards but yet I get a nagging phone call if I forget a picture. My mom sent Hannah her first birthday gift this year. A month and a half late but I'm just thankful she got something. So when my dad is gone, what then you know?
So Thanksgiving this year will be small and eaten in a hospital room. My idea and even with dad complaining and telling us no, I'm not giving in. I have told the nurses to screw their whole "No minors under the age of 16" BS rule. I have respect for nurses but not when it comes to this. And yes, when I hear of the slightest thing going wrong, I freak out on them now. Because I don't want them ignoring my father or treating him like any other patient. And that bitch who was working the ER when they turned him away and sent him home WILL be seeing my gorgeous face in a few days because had she admitted my father like they were supposed to instead of turning him away and sending hm home with no medication, this wouldn't be happening right now. Pardon my french there.
I know everyone is complaining about Christmas decorations and ads appearing so early. I ran into people in WalMart yesterday with that attitude. Me? I'm brutally honest here. I don't care for Thanksgiving. I'm thankful everyday of the year so to set aside one day of the year to be thankful is crap. Just like Valentine's Day. Crap holiday too. But I'll vent about that one when it comes. Thanksgiving is just a day to eat Turkey. I'm glad the Pilgrims came here and all that so yes I still celebrate it. But it's boring. I'm sorry. Don't hate me. I'm on a truthful binge here. This year though, I want one more Christmas with dad. So I'm yanking out our lights today because the husband is going to have them up before dad gets home. Dad has never put lights up on this house and has always wanted to so we're doing it for him and by gum, he will see the house lit up whether it be a week before Thanksgiving or not. Like I put up on Facebook. I'm decorating early, don't nag at me if you don't like it because it may be our last with my dad. Thanksgiving isn't important to him so we're skipping that halfway.
Anyways, I'm leaving it here. My stomach is upset with stress so I'm going to go lay down and watch Spongebob. By the way. If you smoke and I find out about it, you will have a nag on you until you quit. This is why my father is like this. COPD people! Emphysema! People know what happens and yet they smoke away not caring. Dad can't stand up without struggling to breath. He can't walk 2 feet to a chair without needing a nebulizer treatment. If that sounds fun, keep puffing on that death stick. Literally death stick. It's an ugly and nasty habit anyways. Abel smokes and let's just say all excitement for him has now ceased. I will not be doing this twice in my life. And I will use whatever means I can to "encourage" him to quit. *smirk*
Anyways, I didn't put this up to seek pity, I don't deal well with it anyways. I just wanted to let you know that a road traveled often on has developed a pot hole and I don't know how big this hole will get yet or if it will be patched up for now. But if I don't blog often in the next month or two, don't worry, I will at least be reading your blogs, I just will be sucking in as much time as I can. And maybe, we are all wrong. Maybe this time next year I'll be writing a blog venting on how dad wants to BBQ the turkey instead of baking it and how that frustrates me, haha. :) I hope...So a very early Happy Thanksgiving to everyone. I hope you all have a fabulous time with family and friends and eat some nice juicy not burnt turkey :D


Friday, November 13, 2009

Friday Fragments

Well, well, dear followers and random readers from afar, it is Friday and you knwo what that means! FRIDAY FRAGMENTS!! And of course, I only link up the best so go visit Mrs. 4444! AFTER you read my fragments that is ;)

*So I woke up with a sore throat today. Figures...I'm going to be guzzling down some Emergen-C today that's for sure!

*We have experianced a friend pasing away last night. Abel worked with him on teh railroad and is still in shock about it. A mid-40s man who just lost his wife two years prior to cancer, raising 3 or 4 boys who only one has graduated from high school. These kids are on my mind and it hurts to think of them. Life sometimes seems cruel but we all have to understand that Christian or not, hard times or easy, there is ALWAYS a reason.

*We're adopting and I get word in a few days about my adoptee!! I'm totally pumped!! Oh wait a second, I'm sorry, we've adopted a soldier! LoL. Puh-lease? Another child in my house right now?? HAH! I think it's an awesome way of supporting our soldiers. That and they need goodies over there and why not spoil someone who is fighting for me? I encourage everyone to sign on! Uncle Sam wants YOU!!

*I'm on post 76 today. I am going to create a surprise for all my beautiful and wonderful followers for my 100th :) I don't have a thousand followers but it sure makes me feel good about the ones who are following me. Not everyone hangs around my blabbering nonsense for this long, haha.

*My daughter and my son are so fun to watch. Ater Ignacio's morning feeding I lay him on the floor on his blanket. Hannah has to have the same thing and they end up laying together. And then Hannah gets goofy and starts making Ignacio laugh (Or what we call his laugh) and they are just so comical together. I can see so much love flowing from them both and it touches my heart. Hannah will tell you, Ignacio is her best friend. Talk about awww! Think it'll survive the teenage years?? LoL!

*Ugh. So memo to self: Last night's dinner left in the microwave overnight does not, I repeat, does not do this house a favor when door is opened! And no amount of candles and Febreeze will take that smell away. LoL.

*Stress reiever: Playdoh in a ziplock baggy with all air removed. Cheap and easy.

Thanks Mrs.4444 for letting me hop on again and thank you readers for reading my quick bit of nonsense! Until next time....

Thursday, November 12, 2009

This Could Be A Long, & Very Personal One....

Sometimes I feel I could sit down and write a novel. I have this desire to do one and I get so many ideas. Do you ever just stand around doing dishes and literally write two chapters of a book in your head but then as you sit down to jot it all down it disappears? So at least I keep myself entertained, LoL.

Well this is where this blog came from. I wake up at 5 or 6 every morning. And I do up a few dishes in the sink from after dinner and such. That is my quiet time. Hannah is watching morning cartoons, Ignacio has been fed and is sleeping and I? Get to wash dishes and tidy up the kitchen and get lost in my thoughts. And that's what I did, I got lost and ended up writing my blog in my head. And then I just knew that while I didn't want to rush out this blog, that it may need a few days to write out and worked on to fully get everything right, I wanted to get it out while it is still fresh.

My thoughts this morning are of Amity. If you haven't found her yet or read her blog, you absolutely need to. She is an amazing person with hilarious blogs and an amazing ability to write but she did something for me yesterday that has probably changed a lot for me. The blog I have linked to her is the one where she explains about her gift. And what a gift it is. She gave away a few readings and I was lucky and blessed to receive one. I admit, I didn't really know or understand exactly what it was or what went on but when she called me she talked me through it and explained it all to me and I felt good about it. Let me stop here that while they are psychics out there, Amity is not one of them. They dabble in things that are dark and I do not believe, from God. Amity's gift is from God. The things Amity told me were from God for he was the only one to know such things. It's very emotional because what she told me was so personal, no one but myself knew, not even my husband and people who have known me for the past 20 years, don't even know me as well as Amity did yesterday. So when you read her blog and read what I have to share, have an open mind and heart and don't push it away because if you do, I'm not sure you need to be reading this.

I hope I can write this as well as it comes to me in my head :)

Amity began yesterday by telling me about my past. Telling me that inside, I'm a scared little girl who is trying to people please her way through life. That I have a guilty conscience when I tell people no and feel as if I tell people no, they will no longer be there for me or like me if you will. That that's why now, there are people who when they need something done they automatically sign me up for it because they know I won't say no and that I'll do it like always. They don't ask me anymore. But that it is okay to say no to people, that I don't have to please everyone all the time. The only people I need to please or should worry about pleasing is only my family and even then there are times when I'm allowed to say no. That's me. In fact I was thinking the other day that I'm just a barker. I like to talk a big talk but when it really comes down to it, I can't even ask a waiter for a new plate of food if something is terribly wrong with what I ordered. I eat it because I don't want people to be mad at me. I don't say no even if I don't want to do something, I just do it. I really do have issues with that. And it comes from when I was younger like Amity told me. When you think of drama, you can picture my family. They are famous for going on binges. No-speaking binges. Where when two family members get into it, they quit talking for a few years and then the whole family sides on one side or another as well and you end up not speaking to or hearing from one side of your family for a few years. And then everyone gets together for some occasion and things are all fine and dandy. Until the next fight. I hated that. I thought that if I could just keep everyone happy, things will always be fine. When my mom put me in counseling I was told that I made myself to be the scapegoat for our family and that wasn't right. No matter what, I've just accepted it and gone on with life. But Amity could read me like a book and she knew and said that I was working on it and that I had doubt but to let go of the doubt and know that I was almost done and was becoming the person I needed to be. I've always felt like a kid. Even now, I'm going to be 25 in two more months and I worry about when am I going to become an adult? I'm finally starting to find myself and I'm so very happy that I'm doing a fine job and that this leg of my journey is almost over.

At this point in the reading I was shocked to tears. I couldn't speak and I was just ... speechless. I have a built up barrier. There are parts of me that even my husband doesn't have a clue about and within 10 minutes, Amity had busted my walls down and exposed me and uncomfortable and new it was, it was actually kind of nice. I felt naked and that my scars were showing through and yet I was being shown that it didn't change anything between Amity and me. She didn't run away and say oh my gosh I hate you never talk to me again. I don't know if she knows it or not but she's cleared away so much and now I'm truly healing and letting down my walls for the first time ever. So I have to stop and say thank you again Amity. My first 10 minutes of this and you've done more than any of my 5 therapists and the 6 years on medications. LoL.

You'll have to excuse my emotional outbursts and my being so girly right now. I'm telling you what, this experience really did wonders on me you have no idea...

So my next part of the reading was about my present. That right now she could see that I was trying to strengthen my walk with God, that I am full of prayers, praying constantly for everyone and myself. And that I was finally becoming my own person. What I mean by that and the same thing she told me, I've never been known just as Beckie. I've been known as Monty's daughter, the kid of the lesbians, so-and-so's girlfriend and now Abel's wife. That's the famous one. Never just Beckie and now I'm starting to walk away from being associated with everyone and becoming my own person which is so nice. Now when people meet me and introduce me to others, this is Beckie is the first words out of their mouths. Not "This is Beckie, Abel's wife." This is where it all pretty much hit my emotional ceiling for me though. She was getting something about an older woman who wanted me to know that she was in Heaven and that things were absolutely fine and that I needed to let go of my worries of her. That may not sound like anything to anyone else but it was the best news I've ever heard. I never met my father's side of the family. My half sister a few times until 4th grade when she basically fell off the planet and never talked to me or my father again. Met an aunt once. That's it. My grandparents died before I was born and lately, over the past few months I've been trying to learn as much as possible about my grandma. I hurt because I never got a chance to meet her and learn from her and have a relationship from a normal family member you know? And not only that but within my walk with God I am sad because no one in my family is a Christian so I worry that when it comes time for me to be in Heaven, I will have no family there you know? I know, you are probably thinking I worry over the silliest things but it's a validated worry. Don't you want what's best for your family and worry when they are making choices that aren't so good for them? Me too. So when Amity told me that an older woman was in Heaven and wanted me to know things were okay I started crying because I knew who that was. There's only one older woman who isn't here you know. And everything she said was an exact worry or constant thought in my mind. It felt so good right then. To have a big weight off of my chest and to know things are well. Do you ever wonder if, when or if we get to Heaven if we are allowed to "check-up" on our family members or friends? In a matter of speaking that is. Like we can tear open a hole in the floor of Heaven and peek down at them? It was like being told that Hey, I'm watching you, don't worry. And now when I go about business I wonder if she is watching and proud and I actually can't wait to get up there and finally meet her.

I can't quit crying, LoL. It's really emotional and please understand that by sharing this with you, I have vulnerably opened myself up to you all. I've never done this before...

My last part was about my future. Amity doesn't tell you your future and she'll tell you that right out. It isn't for us to know. But she can see our goals for the future or our hopes if you will. Forgive me if I explain this wrong, I don't know exactly how to say it. Like I said, you need to read Amity's blog and talk to her about it. Obviously she can explain it...But about my future. She told me that my goal of wanting to be a strong Christian woman and being known for that, would be reached. That I will be the woman I strive to be, I just have to have patience and have faith. That is another constant worry on my mind. Am I truly a decent mother? When will I get better? Am I the woman I should be? Am I going to ever be a good Christian woman? Those sort of thoughts. I just need to have faith that yes, I will be who I need and want to be.

And then she asked if I had any questions or am seeking any answers to anything and I told her about my present situation. In a past blog I had mentioned about Abel's ex friend and his text messaging drama. that's all that I've told anyone about the situation mind you. And all I told Amity is that my anxiety is starting to come back and I'm terrified at night, that every sound sends me to wake Abel and send him down the stairs. I don't sleep well anymore and I'm making myself sick and that I really had to know if we were going to be safe and protected like I want to trust we will be. She then told me that she was seeing a man who was a family member or even a brother to us, that his mind was clouded with drugs or alcohol, and that he has recently flipped his lid. When she asked if that was true I was like oh my word, exactly what I was thinking about. Let me tell you the back story so you can be wowed too...

This guy, Wes, was best friends with Abel. Brothers they called each other as they had been through so much together and been together for so many years. He is a drug user (abuser) and deals them as well. And he did go nuts. He had sent about 30 text messages to Abel's cell phone telling him to eff off, called him, his mother, his dead grandfather and myself a bunch of dirty, awful names, and then when Abel told him he was done with Wes and would no longer have him as a part of his life. Wes got very angry began sending messages that Abel refused to respond to, which a few were about my children who were "abominations" as he called them. The next day he attempted to get into Abel's voicemail which after 3 times of failed attempts, Verizon locks you out and you can't get back in without calling them and accessing your account. They they give you the number of who was trying to access your account or voicemail and that's how we found out it was Wes. So that's when Abel changed his phone number for safety and peace sake. A few days later, Wes begins sending me e-mails which were harassing and threatening. Like how I should be glad and lucky Abel changed his number because Wes would have come up to take care of business had Abel not changed it. That is what I have been terrified of. He was crazy before hand, but now for some reason, it's like something in his head snapped and he's lost it totally. We've both blocked him from e-mailing us and now he can't get a hold of us in any way. Unless he gets a new e-mail address or whatever. That's about it.

So then Amity tells me that I have a reason to be scared, to know that I'm not being over dramatic basically. Which I always have a side worry about. And then she asked if he was a hunter and I said yes, because he attempts to hunt every year but is so bad at it he never gets anything. She had seen him with guns and was wondering. Then she tells me that he moved, which yes he moved the same week this was all going on, but that we didn't know where to. She told me that his vehicle broke down and they have no money so there is no way for him to even get near us. But that she saw no harm to us by him and that he won't be trying to come up to us. Which was exactly what I had hoped and prayed for. I want safety, not just for me but for my kids. My biggest fear is something happening to them.

Last night was the first time I have slept all night with no worries. Even my dream, I remembered it and it was goofy and fun, not scary and frightening. Ignacio also had a great night, he woke up only once, ate, I changed his butt and we both fell asleep immediately after. I can't tell you how wonderful I feel today. I feel so amazing and light. I feel like so much has been opened for me and I feel like I'm not only healing inside but that so many things that I had worries or anxiety over can truly be let go with no doubt. I wanted to blog about this because I think everyone should have a reading done, it benefits you like you wouldn't believe. But I also wanted to open myself up for once. You all can be my first victims muahahaha. I wanted to be real with you as this is day one as the real me. Look mom, I'm growing up finally! :D

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Thank A Vet (And A Soldier!)

I never see my dad quite as proud as I do today.

My dad will be 69 this year. I'm going to 25 in January. He had me much later in life as you can tell. It sucks because he won't be here very much longer, maybe a few years the doctor's tell me. Maybe. And when he looks back on his life, he tells me he regrets nothing and that's how it should be. That as I live my life I should do things that won't cause regret in life. And that with every choice there needs to be had, there will always be two different decisions. But not to worry about what if I had taken the other road, or did something different, because I didn't and it doesn't matter now. I love my daddy. Yes I admit it, I call him my daddy. Not in public and hardly ever to his face but in writing and over the hone, he's still my daddy. I was always, ALWAYS a daddy's girl and spoiled to the bone.

He joined the military when he was 21. He joined the Air Force and was in there for 4 years when he decided not to reenlist again. It wasn't for him. He went back to his parent's place and couldn't find a job and ended up going back into the military. The Marine Corps this time. He was in there for 21 years. Long enough to be eligible for retirement benefits and to be known as a lifer. When he retired out of the Marine Corps he was 46, a Master Staff Seargent and had me, a two year old chubby baby girl waiting for him at home. He served in the Vietnam War as a weather man and also as ... Okay so I forgot what he called it here forgive me please...But basically he had a few weapons on him and rode with men through the jungles as a guard basically. It was his job to look for the enemy or their weapons, bombs, traps etc...He's been shot at and almost died thanks to a mine. But yet he came home safely.

When this Ft hood event took place my father was angry. Men back in Vietnam were drafted, they had no choice but to serve and while some of them jumped to Canada or Mexico, no one ever shot up a base or innocent people. He didn't enjoy being in Vietnam but he made the best of it however he could and dealt with it. He doesn't like how people have evolved from the 1940's to now. And yes, he also still has a thing against the Army. I guess everyone has to have a rival of some kind right? Haha. A Marines rival will always be the Army I suppose....

I'm the first person in my line of family to not be in the military. We are a military family and I'm proud of that. I actually was in the Navy for about a week until they told me they weren't taking me after all due to a pregnancy test that came back positive (thank you Hannah). I would have loved being in but I'm also thankful and happy I have what I do now.

I'm so proud of my dad. He's still proud of that part of his life and doesn't live in those days but now that I'm older he opens up to me and tells me a lot about the years in the military. And a lot of things around our house that I used to think of junk, like an old desk, a few mismatched plates that I don't like as they match nothing and aren't a set. Or a few books and even some weird blankets and sleeping bags. They all came from the base in Vietnam. So now I have them put up and will hold onto them as well. Now I understand.

So today I told my dad I loved him, that I was still proud of him and am so grateful that he served in the military. It's amazing and difficult thing to do and obviously not very many can handle it. And when it comes down to it, whatever part of the military someone is in or how long they serve isn't the point. The point is, they served. They leave their families for months or years at a time and do what they have to for a country full of ungrateful and sometimes uncaring people. Who take our freedom and stomp all over it. But that doesn't stop all of our men and women for doing what they do. They lose their best friends, their family and their roomates everyday to some sort of violence. So please, remember to thank a veteran and a soldier today. Without them, we really wouldn't have anything and what we should have is a sense of pride for having complete strangers care so much for us :)

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Things I Love

Sneaky Momma

Thank you Drahdrah for this new activity. It's nice to sit and focus on teh good stuff and not the bad :) You should head over and check out her blog and post and do one yourself :)

*I love hearing a baby laugh, it's the most beautiful sound in the world.

*I love listening to my husband's heart as we're cuddling, it reminds me that yes, my life is real.

*I love Autumn, it's chilly but it's so gorgeous and always smells differently than the other seasons.

*I love cuddling my kids, no matter how big or small they are, they seem to fit perfectly in my arms.

*I love my friends, with even a 4 or 5 word comment, they always bring a smile to my face.

*I love facebook, I'm an addict, haha.

*I love steamed asperagus with melted butter, Mmmmm...

*I love watching Spongebob Squarepants.

*I love ornery old people, they never make life dull and when they end up liking you, it's the biggest accomplishment for you and really says a lot about yoru people skills.

~Well that's my list for this week. tune in next week for another one! Thanks for stopping by!~

Friday, November 6, 2009

Fragmented Friday

It's that special time again!! Thank you Mrs.4444 I'm joining the fabulous Friday tradition yet again :)

*Today at noon begins the wonderful time honored tradition of deer hunting. Not only have we paid a guy to shoot us 4 deer, but my husband also got his license and is now going hunting for 2. While i understand that the (almost) free meat is amazing and lasts us forever, I lose my husband. I don't see his face until every deer is brought in. You'd think that would be a happy point, when I could see him yet again? Nope. It's not. Why? Because guess who gets to help gut and package the meat???

*I am so tired of my typing skills. Or lack thereof. I can type fast. It's great. But yet my THE is always teh and KNOW is always knwo. I tire of it. I love you spell check, for you are truly, my best friend and companion...

*We had beef with Abel's now ex-best friend. He decided to flood the husband's cell phone with disgusting insulting text messages declaring my kids, me, my MIL and dead grandpa-in-law horrid names. Then he tells Abel he never wants anything to do with us. Thank you Jesus (I never liked the guy) so here we are breathing lighter and having better days when we find out that this guy tried 3 different times to hack into hubby's voicemail and e-mail. I love that Verizon gives you the phone number of who was attempting to get into the voicemail, LoL. Loser...

*I'm in the middle of a pregnancy scare. Too bad when you pay for a vasectomy, they can't throw in a guarantee for free. Because it scares me. I don't want another child. I've chosen not to risk mine or another child's life. Or go through yet another miscarriage.

*I love that when I tell people I don't want anymore children and how if I were to end up pregnant I wouldn't know what to think, they call me a bad person. Hey, if I wasn't such a lousy child carrier or broke, I'd totally be up for being a Duggar-like family. But I'm a lousy child-carrier and I'm broke. Eat it.

*Oh we aren't done yet. We'll be adopting. Later. Very later in life. And not babies.

*My fish comforts me. He watches me when I'm on the computer. And follows my finger. Everywhere. I love him. I've secretly named him George. Hannah calls him Oreo. Who am I to argue with a 3 year old?

*I have a canker sore on my lip. It's driving me insane. Hey. It's random and it's a fragment. I win.

*This week has begun my life changing process. I'm up at 6 (or 4 today) and immediately put on the coffee for husband and do up any dishes left in the sink which aren't ever many as I do dishes right after dinner. Then I clean whatever needs cleaning up, start any laundry that needs done and then hop on here for about a half an hour. My day is open with nothing to do thanks to my new routine but I feel like a much better person and I have much more time to focus on the kids. The best part of my week and new routine is that I can get them both to sleep at the same time leaving me spare time to watch any tv shows that Abel dis-likes watching (I heart you Tivo!) or a nap myself. I'm a much happier person these days.

*I'm looking forward to November 20th like it was Christmas. My husband is taking me on a no kids date out of town to see two movies that are opening that day. The only movie I have ever seen on it's opening day was this last Harry Potter. I've never been on a date with no kids. Hannah was always young enough to take along or we've never had a babysitter. This. Could be the greatest day of my life. Seriously. (Psst the movies are Twilight and Blindside)

*I've been on a typing thing lately where my favorite words are PS and slash. Why type / when I could just write out slash and forget about it? Oh and my husband has put Yo into my vocabulary. Talk about 1990-gangster here, LoL. yes my name is Beckie and I am a dork. Eat it.

*Goodie season is upon us. 49 more shopping days until Christmas. Don't be surprised some of my bloggy friends when I jump onto your blog begging you to trust me with your address as I may have something for you. I love giving gifts to others. That's why I put us into debt every year at this time. It's worth it.

This concludes my Fragmented Friday! *Muah* Hope you enjoyed it :) Now go visit Mrs.4444 and do one yourself. It's quite fun :)

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Had To Do This :)

Here is the link to an amazing contest that I'm trying to win. I'll blog about to share it with everyone though. What is the giveaway about? Why, Mickey's Magical Christmas the movie of course!! I'm very hopeful that I can win this one. Hannah likes Mickey's Clubhouse on Disney so I'm pretty sure she'd like this too and I'm a secret closet Mickey fan, haha. Oh well...So go visit her and check it out!!


Monday, November 2, 2009

PS--I Am Addicted To Spellcheck

So happy November Second! LoL. I need something to celebrate. 3 months with holidays in each. I'm going to be really burned out on my birthday in January. LoL.

Halloween went great. It was so awesome to watch Hannah get all excited and running to each house to do her trick or treat. It was our first Halloween as Abel isn't crazy about it and is brainwashed that it's the celebrating of the devil or whatever. He isn't an extremist I promise you, I just have a long way of re-brainwashing him, LoL. His family didn't do any celebrating of any holidays. They were lazy and not real with it. So of course I reap the rewards of him not wanting to do much. We're working on that. He's come a long way from when we first got together, haha. He did have fun with Hannah. For some reason daddy was who she wanted coming with her, not mommy. And he was entertained by her excitement so it did go very well. And the kid loaded up on 4 bucketfuls of candy. So mommy and daddy are well stocked for awhile. We don't like her having too many sweets so we're really doing her a favor by eating her candy, LoL. I'm sure some of you saw my Facebook status: Is it child labor to make your child go begging for candy for 3 hours only to eat it myself? For real though...Is it? LoL.

My dad is back in the hospital again. This is day number 5. He went in last weekend to get checked out and whoever the traveling doctor was, was a twit. She sent him home on nothing but steroids. Umm steroids for pneumonia? Really? And you got your medical degree where...? So when dad went in again on Wednesday, he doesn't remember the entire day. Yet he drove to the doctor's office and saw the Dr and all that. Talk about scary. He's not really on the mend yet and called me yesterday freaking me out telling me he thinks the doctor thinks he is going to die. I don't do well with death talks and yet I get one every time he goes in to the hospital. This time was a little more real though because he was really bad. He still is. Double pneumonia and the flu on top of his normal COPD issues. I have this huge issue of anything can happen but not to us so when I think of the fact that lots of people die from just the flu, I still sit here and say not him. Never mind that he's going to be 69 this month. Or that he is in horrible health. I'm pretty selfish because I pray that God heals him and lets him come home again. Whereas I get sorta mad at Abel because he simply prays that God's will be done. And then he tells me that in all of dad's suffering don't I want him in peace? Ugh. Death. Hate it! Where is the dis-like button....?

I massively cleaned my house this weekend. Totally sucked but I did it. I have been spending too much time on the computer lately. It's because I'm bored and my kids are too good. Hannah plays in her room or on her new game or watches a movie. Ignacio. Well he still sleeps. A lot. So I get bored. Well in my boredness my house has fallen apart. And that bugs me. So I cleaned. And organized. And rearranged. It felt good. LoL. Now I'm aware that minus the fact that I have laundry to do. I have nothing to do. Oops! LoL. Maybe I'll read a book today. I'm giving myself a limit of time I can be on here. Break myself sorta. It's bad when you get to that point. LoL. Maybe I need a job? LoL. NO! Bad words! Never say that again!

OKay anyways, I'm running off. Coffee needs to be made for the husband and Hannah wants me to watch Spongebob with her so I'm going to jet. I've been up since 6 and it actually feels good. I slept too much yesterday night and didn't feel good. Sadness...I hope everyone has a wonderful week and hears only great news! Blessings to all and I'll blog another day!

Saturday, October 24, 2009

My First Giveaway!

In honor of me being full of love and loving my readers and maybe even trying to get more (hehehe) I've decided to pass along a freebie and call it a giveaway (See how sneaky I can be? hehehe)
You guys all know about the Snuggie blankets right? The blankets with arms so that you can answer your phone, change the channel on the TV and generally look goofy without having to be cold? LoL. Well here's a chance to get one free. All you have to do is complete the form (DO NOT fill in your phone number otherwise you'll never get it to work), wait about 6 weeks and then answer a quick e-mail form survey thingy on your new blanket. That's it. Pretty nice huh? Yes it is copmpletely free and no you do not have to pay shipping and handling. Free fifty free like my cousin would say...

I don't know if any of you use online photo developing places. I use personally but Kodak has a deal that you can win $15 worth of photos for free. The only bad part is while you get all the pictures free, you end up paying shipping and handling which ends up being $5. At least it was for me. But I did end up with 200 pictures for free and now I can catch up on my scrapbooking. If you don't want this, send the code you end up getting my way, I'll totally pay s&h for teh pictures and can always use more. If you do end up using it, good job!! Here's teh link for that as well:

Hope you are enjoying the weekend! Lots of love!

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Yaaay! Swine Flu!

So I went to Montana for a week and a half and came home with a case of H1N1. Heck of a souvenier right? LoL. It actually isn't too bad. It's a bad cold with a mix of nausea, no appetite, and a never ending fever. I've had a fever for about 2 days now. I hate fevers. Oh and to make matters worse? Good old Aunt Flo is here as well. After only 2 months that whore is already here? Grr...

Our trip to Montana went well. Minus this flu thing that is. I had a surprise baby shower thrown for me which was awesome. I ended up not seeing certain people which really made the trip. The kids were amazing! Hannah didn't throw a single fit and the drive over and back went perfect. I was shocked. And spending time with my girls was awesome. Makes me miss them now but not as bad as when we first moved out here.

My sister-in-law is in early labor. I'm so excited for my nephew to be here. They are moving up here in the spring and I can't wait. She's pretty cool and very easy to get along with.

MAn...I was planning on this being longer but I took out the time and caught up on everyone's blogs and my e-mails and now I'm a little dizzy so I'm jetting off. Forgive me all. I've missed you honest. I need a little healing time is all. Lots of love!


Monday, October 5, 2009

Fabulous giveaway!

My Little Pony: Twinkle Wish Adventure follows Pinkie Pie and her pony friends on a fun-filled adventure as they discover that friendship can make wishes come true.

Oh My Baby is hosting this giveaway and I think everyone who has or knows a little girl should enter for the chance to win it. It's easy and I did so you should too!

Hi Ho! Hi Ho! It's Off To Montana We Go!

Ahh a few moments to sit and check the e-mails, catch up on a few blogs, and of course do the myspace slash facebook thing. It won't be like this for the rest of the day or tomorrow for that matter. Lots to do and I really shouldn't be procrastinating about it but oh well. I'm a HUGE procrastinator. If you've been reading me for long, you know that. I can't help it I work better under pressure...

So Hannah's birthday party on Saturday went well. A few friends decided not to pay attention to the whole RSVP thing on the invite. I had ordered food for them just in case and bought the extra goody bags and goodies needed to cover all my guests only to find 4 of them hadn't shown up. Greeeat...Other than that it was good. Hannah got lots of goodies and gifts and was very excited to bring them home and spend two hours in her room completely destroying it but alas, having loads of fun. I hated cleaning my room when I was younger and now I'm back to cleaning up toys again. I'm trying to get her in the habit of picking up her toys before bed but she likes to sit and play and get distracted and then push bedtime farther away so it's not really working well. I have found though that I'm going to have to buy an animal net. That in itself would safe me a ton of cleaning. Ugh cleaning....

So now I get to spend today and tomorrow packing for our very anticipated trip to Montana. I'm pumped. I do miss the trees and mountains. North Dakota is very flat and pretty plain during most of the year I will admit. I still find it beautiful but thinking about Montana and gazing up around at the mountains and trees was gorgeous and makes my heart ache a little. I know Abel is very homesick as well so this is a much needed trip :) I love traveling.
So if you don't hear from me for about a week, have a great week ahead of time and I will make sure to blog when I get back. A few pictures as well. Until then!

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Rant & Rave Wednesday

Thanks to Little Ms Blogger I've decided to do a Rant & Rave of my own. I was bored and wanted something to do while the kiddos were napping...

RANT: I hate that I've stopped losing weight. I totally should be doing my Billy Blanks right now but I'm too darn lazy. I really need to shed 50 more pounds.

RAVE: We are leaving for Montana in exactly one week! I am packing and making my lists already! I can not wait to go!

RANT: I'm so done with childish drama. Why is it that fully grown adults feel the needs to act more immature than actual children under the age of 12? I'm so tired of hearing about the she said and then she did this to her and then this happened, garbage. Ugh!

RANT: I'm so tired of parents who can't behave as such. Why do people have children if they can't be a parent? My daughter may not be perfect but at least I'm trying my best and not just letting her run around like a heathen. Discipline is a must when you are raising children. And so is the word no. Oh and a 3 year old wearing a diaper until it sags to her knees? Either potty train or get off your duff and change the diaper before it hits this point. Otherwise I may feel the need to strap you in a diaper that is duct taped to your hiney for a whole day to show you how it feels.

RAVE: My daughter is 3 as of tomorrow. She may grind my nerves some days but she is my precious baby girl forever and always. I spent 9 months being told the pregnancy was not viable and that I'd lose her at any moment but my baby girl held on and blessed us with her presence. And everyday on her birthday I thank God extra hard for allowing us such a gift. I miss the baby days but I love seeing her grow up and how awesome of a little person she is becoming more and more.

RANT: I despise the railroad for holding out on the last 7 guys that need to be hired back on. This layoff sucks and in exactly 2 more months, we will lose our health insurance if he doesn't get hired back on before this.

RANT: Why does it take a hospital 2 months to report that my son was born? I had to drive to our state capitol to get Ignacio's birth certificate and was told that as soon as the hospital calls in and reports that our son was born, they'd send us the certificate. never mind that I need it to get him on our insurance and needed it like 2 months ago when he was actually born...Still need his social security number and card too! Can't very well get that without the birth certificate. Does this mean my son doesn't exist?

RANT: Why does my rant list outnumber my raves?

RANT: Bad things happening to good people. Husband has excellent theory about it but I still can't help but grumble when good people suffer and the bad ones reap the rewards.

RAVE: I have an albino frog staring at me. A certain bloggy friend who is crazy about frogs made me think of her when buying fish for daughter. Luckily, daughter had same idea so we brought home Diego. He's albino. And crazy. And kinda cool. Except when you can see through his body and see his innards...

RAVE: Decided on my son's Hebrew name finally. Yitzhak Shmuel bar Rivkah. Which translated means Issac Samuel son of Rebecca. Abel sin't Jewish therfore he doesn't get a part in Ignacio's name. Now we just have to plan a trip to California for the actual ceremony. Hannah was named when she was 5 months old and her name is Hewbrew is Hannah Elisheva bat Rivka. Her name was easyily translated, Ignacio's? Not so much.

Monday, September 28, 2009


It has been forever! Maybe even years...Okay okay yes I'm ex...egg...stretching the truth...Kind of...
My computer has been a sore spot with me for awhile. This computer was given to us completely brand new. So I can't really complain. But I can. You see, the man who gave it to us? Was homosexual and very into porn and didn't do a good job of putting on a virus protector. So welcome viruses. I, am not that knowledgeable when it comes to computers so I stave off anything technical. There's my excuse.
A week ago my computer resorted to turning on, which took long enough for me to use the bathroom, find something to eat and fix it and then maybe be ready after that. Then I'd log into facebook and tada! It would freeze up. So my cheap butt finally walked my computer into the shop and told them what to do and walked out in a huff. I'm too cheap to have it fixed you see. Had I not been, this computer would have never gotten so bad and it would been done a few months ago. Most of my friends didn't believe me when I'd pop off facebook suddenly or tell them that my chat wasn't working. Seriously though? It wasn't. I'd never get to farm and hence why I gave it up and my chat sucks. Pardon me. SuckED. Past tense.
So now, today I got to pick it up. It almost was like greeting a long lost relative. Except more exciting. Haha. It had 3 Trojan viruses on it along with so many more little viruses that I was operating on half a gigabyte or megabyte o whatever it is that they call it. I was lucky my computer even turned on is what I was told. Yay. So they wiped out the whole thing and re-put everything back on along with an extra fligagigamegaramabyte and a half of memory so it will run faster and they even put on a few virus defender thingies so I won't get anymore viruses. HAH! Watch me...LoL.
In the meantime, I had Abel's wonderful aunt come from Seattle to visit for a week. She cleaned my house, cooked for me and dealt with Hannah the whole time. Talk about amazing rest and relaxation. In that time, my husband ventured off and we got a vasectomy. Yes, we. I get to suffer his healing time, care for him and am dealing with the emotions of never having children again. Oh and now I have a love...No, excuse me, loathing for our insurance company as well. I'm so confused as to why a insurance company would be willing to pay the couple thousand dollars to have my tubes tied and not pay for my husband's $800 vasectomy? I was talking to them the day it was done and they told me they wouldn't cover it unless it was a matter of life or death. Dirty *(%^&$%8...So whatever I told hubby and Dr to just do it and we'll pay for it on our own and hubby can count this as a early birthday present. LoL. My emotions are doing fine actually. It's just unreal yet. I know I'll hate it in another two years when baby fever hits but then we'll adopt. I'm thinking of fostering for older kids and adopting later on in a few years. I always feel bad hearing about older kids who hit 16 and no one wants them because everyone wants babies and toddlers so maybe I'll be that one rare person to give them a home when no one else will. Call me Angelina won't you?
I've been enjoying my time without my favorite addiction reading. What amazing reads I've stumbled upon. I'm into Chic Lit mind you. And searching for amazing authors. If you are too, check out Jennifer Weiner. Never mind how I pronounce her last name...She's amazing though. Her book that I just finished, Good In Bed is all about me. Without the ex-who-dumped-me-right-before-I-found-out-I-was-knocked-up theme. Well actually there are many parts in there that aren't me but the main character is just like me it's scary. I may write this author and ask to star in the movie...By the way, she wrote the book that inspired the movie In Her Shoes. I'm reading that one right now too. LoL. I'm addicted.
Gifts given to me always make me feel guilty. Just so you all know. But. Me sending gifts make me feel on top of the world and quite amazing. I've had a certain little pink gift here waiting to get sent off to a special friend of mine and every time I looked at it I'd get giddy and giggle and smile. I had to wait for my computer so I could get the address and send it off. I'm so retarded I leave all my addresses on my computer and don't put them anywhere else. I'm now in the process of collecting them and transferring them to other sources, LoL. I hit the jackpot though. I bought a movie, Twilight to be exact (melting...melting...melting) and got two copies for the price of one! Talk about exciting. My luck is always backwards where I usually pay for one and get none so this was quite unexpected. So I had to pass it on to someone who would enjoy it just as much as I would and who needed a few goodies as well. Shopping for others gives me a high unlike any drug I swear...
Biggest Loser and Survivor are on again! Yes, I'm a reality TV bum. I'm trying to backtrack and watch Grey's Anatomy so I can be caught up on this season but my reality shows come first. the best part? I have my dad addicted as well! Score! Can you imagine a 70 year old man watching Biggest Loser or Survivor? LoL. It's hilarious. You walk by my house and can hear both of us screaming at the people on the TV. No we haven't realized that they can't hear us yet. Darn them for not listening...
My Hannah~Bug will be 3 in only 3 more days. It makes me sad because she has grown up so much in the last two months. We're doing her party on Saturday and I'm pretty excited for it. A little Princess party. I didn't get her much because she has been spoiled rotten these few months. So she is getting a Princess papoose chair for her room. I also bought her adorable birthday outfit complete with shoes that she'll wear to the party. Pictures will come I promise. My little girl...
Ignacio is doing great. He's finally smiling tons now. He's such a serious baby. Quiet but serious. Today I finally got him to break down and smile big and quite a few times. He's so handsome. I'm in love. Over and over again.
We got the greatest news in such a long time too. I will again disappear in a week and a half for about a week or so. We are heading back to Montana for a visit. I'm excited to see my friends again. It's actually half and half. A few friends have had nothing to do with me and I know we'll get over there and hear nothing but how much they've missed us. But then we'll come home again and it'll go back to how it was before. So I kinda don't even want to bother seeing them you know? I'm trying to gain access to the car while hubby goes and does a weekend job with my cousin too. I have a special friend in Montana who I want to desperately meet up with. So if she's reading this (you know who you are!) I'm trying hard I promise!!!
And this for now is it. I'm off to deal with fuss butt in his swing. Why oh why does he not like this dang swing!?!? And to check my e-mail. I will catch up on blogs a little bit later. Soo much has gone on since I've been gone, it's almost overwhelming!
Lots of love and hugs to everyone!! I've missed you!!

Thursday, September 10, 2009

One Month Down...

Today marks Ignacio as being 1 month old already. It didn't seem as if time had been moving fast but now that I look at it, it has definitely flown by. Which makes me sad because he will be a year old in no time. Not that I don't want to see the wonderful little guy my son will be turning into, I just really enjoy the baby days and know that it will be the first year that I will miss the most.
Everything is going great here. Hannah has been going to daycare for a week now. She only goes twice a week for about 5 hours each time but she loves it and I have to admit. It really is nice to have a small break. She's one of those kids who is quite busy and never slows down and these days, I just don't have the energy to keep up with her. So her being at daycare with other kids definitely helps. She's going through an adjustment phase there which is normal but I hope she passes through it fast. I don't like hearing that my kid is the one who has been hitting other kids. I can't help it that she hasn't had much interaction with other kids her own age. I'm glad I did this as next year she'll be in Head Start and we don't want her getting in trouble there.
I didn't buy a stroller because I never used one with Hannah and having Ignacio so close to winter, I didn't think I'd get that much use out of it. Boy was I wrong. A good friend of mine lent me her new stroller as she has two of them and now I get to go for walks. Last night was the first one and it was great. It was both Abel and I and then the kids. We both enjoyed it and Hannah was ecstatic to be out in the fresh air running around. We stopped for ice cream even! I love me some root beer floats! It was really nice though because Abel was along with us which will be rare once he goes back to work on the railroad. And I felt like my normal mommy self just with more happiness. It feels weird. now that i have two kids I finally feel like a mommy. When it was just Hannah and I, I didn't really ever feel like an actual mom. I know it sounds stupid huh? I'm messed up, I admit it, LoL.
Hannah's birthday is coming around the corner. My baby girl is turning 3 on the 1st of October. I love it because it brings the terrible twos closer to being at an end but then again I hate it because she's getting older on me, LoL. I have issues with kids getting older can you tell? Well anyways, she's very excited because she picked out her own invitations and decorations for the party (Disney Princess of course) and we know that finally this year will bring about actual excitement for her. She understands what is going on for once. We haven't really decided on what to get her. We got her a really cute princess papoose chair so far and then we are looking for a big gift. We always do a small gift and a big gift. I'm thinking a dollhouse. She's turning girly slowly but surely, LoL.
So I'm really excited for next week to come. Abel's aunt from Seattle is driving over to spend a week with us. I'm really lonely for family right now so this is a really big ray of sunlight to me. My mom's reason for not coming up when I had the baby was because she couldn't take any vacation time off and didn't have any money to go anywhere. So yesterday? She and Teri took off to go drive up to San Fransisco to spend a week up there with Teri's kid and grandbaby. It's really funny because I'm the only one out of their 4 shared children that have not had a visit whatsoever. I'm so butt-hurt and pouty it's unbelievable. I'm envious of anyone who has a great bond with their mother. You know that fabulous "we're more than mother and daughter-we're best friends" kind of relationship? Yeah I wish I had one of those. But alas, I do have a small blessing. Abel's parents want to come move up to be nearer to us. They are talking next year of retiring and coming up. My mother-in-law is amazing and loves me to pieces so I'm thankful that while my mother isn't what I need, I at least have a mother in law who tries :)
Well folks, I think this is a good catch up for me. I need to get going and clean my house, bathe the baby, eat something, and get stuff ready for tomorrow. We're leaving at like 5 in the morning to drive 2 hours away to Bismarck to do a whole day of "Pow-Wowing" which is actually a day of garage and rummage sales. I love me some garage sales, LoL. So I hope everyone out there is having a fabulous day and that your weekend goes amazing! I will blog again :)


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Tuesday, September 1, 2009

A mermaid or a whale?

Recently, in a large French city, a poster featuring a young, thin and tan woman appeared in the window of a gym. It said:


A middle-aged woman, whose physical characteristics did not match those of the woman on the poster, responded publicly to the question posed by the gym.

To Whom It May Concern:

Whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, sea lions, curious humans). They have an active sex life, they get pregnant and have adorable baby whales. They have a wonderful time with dolphins stuffing themselves with shrimp. They play and swim in the seas, seeing wonderful places like Patagonia and the coral reefs of Polynesia.

Whales are wonderful singers and have even recorded CDs. They are incredible creatures and virtually have no predators other than humans. They are loved, protected and admired by almost everyone in the world.

Mermaids don't exist. If they did exist, they would be lining up outside the offices of psychoanalysts due to identity crisis. Fish or human?

They don't have a sex life because they kill men who get close to them. Therefore they do not have kids either. Not to mention, who wants to get close to a girl who smells like a fish store?

The choice is perfectly clear to me; I'd rather be a whale.

P.S. We are in an age when media puts into our heads the idea that only skinny people are beautiful, but I prefer to enjoy an ice cream with my grandkids, a good dinner with my husband and a coffee/lunch with my friends.

With time we gain weight because we accumulate so much information and wisdom in our heads that when there is no more room it distributes out to the rest of our bodies. So we aren't heavy, we are enormously cultured, educated and happy. Beginning today, when I look at my butt in the mirror I will think, Good gosh, look how smart I am.

Friday, August 28, 2009

I Heart Baths

So my excitement of the day comes from the arrival of an infant tub. Sad isn't it? Well, my son has had a total of about 5 baths since coming home 2 weeks ago. Why so few? Because somehow I managed to forget that babies are slippery when wet. I almost dropped my son twice and since then I swore off baths until I was allowed to purchase a bathtub. And it came in the mail today. I bought the cheapest one I could find via and waited patiently. It's pretty cute and simple to use which is always good for me. And it's a whale. So my son had a great bath today. He didn't cry or anything.
I sorta blew up on the husband last night. I'm trying not to get down with the baby blues but so far I'm only halfway winning that battle. Meanwhile I'm hearing fat comments from my father and both men are always telling me how I'm holding Ignacio too much and how I let Hannah get away with everything and not spending enough time with her. I could think of other things but I don't want my list to overtake the blog...Ignacio's belly button was bleeding last night and since he lost his stump like last week, I got worried and took him into the hospital just to get it looked at. The nurses didn't charge me for the visit, they are too great to me so there wasn't any harm done but my husband told me how I'm over-reacting and needed to just chill out. So my over hormonal self popped off with "when you are done criticizing the way I raise my children, you are more than welcome to take over and deal with them yourself, in the meantime since I carried them in my body for 9 months a piece and then popped them out in two very painful ways, I'm the one who gets to be the parent and that includes being concerned over them." Then as I was dressing Ignacio I was also muttering something about how just because his parents didn't care enough to take them to the doctors or dentists or anything like that, my kids aren't going to be punished. Now that I look at it I'm shocked at my behavior but seriously? Something could have been wrong. Just because it wasn't, doesn't mean anything. Hannah didn't have this go on with her so of course I was worried. I couldn't look at it and go "Well this happened with Hannah and it wasn't a big deal so I think we're good." I wish.
I went out to the grocery store yesterday. Second time out of the house since I've been home. I need to get out more. I know it will help me feel better. I am looking for a stroller so I can take Ignacio with me and go walking. He really is spoiled and I proudly declare him spoiled. He doesn't like being put down but he's my last baby. Abel is getting snipped so I'm holding him and enjoying every minute of the baby stage as possible. Soon he'll be too cool for mom and loving the girls instead of me. Hannah already doesn't like cuddling me as it is. She'll cuddle daddy and papa but not me. So one of my kids better love on me darn it.
Other than that nothing else going on with us. Ignacio is going on 3 weeks now. And Hannah has a month left before turning 3. I'm hoping to do a small party for her in the theme of the My Little Ponies. She likes them all of a sudden. Which is fine. Anything but Barbies *rolls eyes*. LoL.
Anyways, My husband is going to be home soon so I better get dinner started. We did 10 jars of canning today. Pickles, yummy. I'm going to be doing jam soon. That's what I love doing. Easy and ever so yummy!
I hope everyone is doing well. Do you like my new blog look by the way? I even found a matching button but I'm not sure I'll be using it or not just yet. I'd hae to have to mess with that one again, LoL. We'll see...Anyways, Have a fabulous weekend everyone! I'll blog another day!

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Ignacio's Photos (Finally!)

Ahh pictures finally....







Monday, August 17, 2009

The Lost Art Of Blogging

Do you know how it saddens me that I haven't been on the computer in years?!? Today I feel like I've accomplished so much and just had to jump on here finally to get back in touch with the world again. It's amazing what a simple shower and a trip to the doctors will make you do, haha.
I got my staples taken out today. They weren't supposed to be taken out until Thursday but they were tearing my skin to crap and hurt so I went in early. My belly feels so good now. I can actually stand up tall, yay! And of course a shower doesn't hurt either. In the past two days I have been spit up on, peed on and pooped on too many times to count so showers are fabulous. And I enjoy griping about the whole breastfeeding thing too so beware. I love that it's free and semi-convenient and good for the baby and all but oh my gosh my boobs feel as if they have been ran over by a combine!! And that's only when the milk lets down or whatever it is they call it. I won't even begin to whine about the amount of pain I feel when he latches on lately. Ugh!! He latches great it's just pain!! LoL. Yeaaah....
Anyways, so Ignacio is a week old today. Everything is going great. Minus the fact that he will not sleep which is my fault. When I put him in the bassinet he won't sleep, he'll start fussing but he will curl into a ball on his tummy on my chest and sleep fabulously. Last night he woke up once to eat and that was it. My boobs were a size GG this morning and killing me so I had to wake him to eat but yeah, I got to sleep reeeal good last night, LoL.
Hannah loves Ignacio, she doesn't give him much attention until he starts crying which then she runs directly to me, tells me "baby caca and crying and then runs back to Ignacio and starts telling him to calm down, LoL. She thinks that everytime he cries, he pooped. We got a new bed for her as her old one she peed in one too many times and mommy was too lazy to get on the ball and order waterproof sheets. But she likes the new bed and as we downgraded to a toddler again, it gives her more room in her room.
Hmm what else..Oh yeah! So the c-section, haha. I must catch you up right? Right. So I have to say, the c-section was perfect. Not kidding. I went in at 6:30am with all my bags and stuff and got into the labor and delivery room and put immediately on monitors as they began having me sign forms and they attempted to put in an IV. I say attempted because the nurses stabbed me like 4 times before they had the anesthesiologist came in and got me on the first try. I swear that was the worst part of it all. Anyways, I made sure they were giving me a spinal block and not the epidural (Thank you Stephanie!!) They took Abel away and wheeled me into the operating room. Once Abel left me and I got in there I started to tear up and cry a little. It overwhelmed me and not having Abel there was hard. So then I got up on the table and shoved my face into one of the nurses shoulders as they shot up some numbing stuff into my back which didn't hurt shockingly. Then they put in the spinal and I didn't feel it at all. As soon as she took out the needle my legs were going numb. I had 6 nurses lifting my fat butt onto that table and putting me into position. My fat moment of my life by the way. You never feel fat until your lower part of your body is numb and you can't move at all and you see 6 nurses having to move you. Crazy oh my goodness! LoL. My hand touched my butt at one point and it was gross which I can't really say why, it just was weird...Anyways so I'm proud because I didn't freak out or panic like they said I would. They told me that my chest would get heavy and possibly make it harder to breath and that's what most people freak out but I never felt my chest go heavy. My body went hot all of a sudden at one point and I begged them to fan me and get me some oxygen and once I had some air on, everything was great again. Abel came back in and they started opening me up. Abel was camera happy and watching the whole thing and narrating as well. Let me tell you what, watching Abel giggle and tell me that "Hey it looks like they broke your w---HOLY CRAP YOU"RE PEEING OUT YOUR BELLY!" Yeah that does wonders to calm a person down, LoL. He was having a blast while I was bored out of my mind waiting to hear Ignacio's cry. I'm not all that emotional. And I admit with Hannah, I was accused as being cold hearted. They put Hannah on my chest right as soon as she came out and I wigged out and told them to clean her off before they give her to me. I can't help it and honest to God wasn't being cold hearted or a horrible mother. She was covered in blood and guck and yucky stuff. I don't do touching guck. I'm horrible I know...Anyways so as soon as I heard Ignacio's cry I started bawling and wanted to see him sooo bad. They took him to clean him and all that and then brought him back to me and I was soo happy. I was practically upside down but loved looking at him. It took about 20 minutes to finish sewing me back up. I was so bored and when I was asked how I was doing, I made them laugh because I asked if they were done yet and how I should have brought my book with me, LoL.
To make the rest a short story, as it wasn't too interesting, I refused my meds which they prescribed morphine. I don't do meds. I did however break down and take 3 Ibuprofens though. Yes it hurt to move around at first but I don't do meds so I didn't want anything. It was manageable. And two days later, I left the hospital to come home. They wanted me to stay the whole week and yes I love being waited on but man, I wanted home. Where for the past few days I have sat in a comfy lazyboy recliner getting yelled at for even going potty as the two men here are sissys and nags. My house is a disaster because men can't clean well for some reason and it's irking me. I don't have OCD but when it comes to my house and cleanliness it makes me freak out when it's a mess. I can't lift anything over 10 pounds for the next 4 weeks so that leaves out laundry and vacuuming. Which need done sooo bad. Ugh I need a maid...
So that's that. I'd love to post pictures right now but my son has decided to wake up so I must cut this short and run. I promise to post some pics within the next few days. Hopefully tomorrow :)
I miss you all and miss getting on here more often! We got Tivo today so now I have something to occupy me at nighttime and while he eats, LoL. So I'm not completely shut off from technology thank goodness.
Hope everyone has a great week! I'm off to feed the kid and will be on again soon! Love to all you all!


Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Home Again

Hey everyone,
This will be super short as it is really hot, I'm not used to sitting in a chair for long periods of time yet and well, I'm still a bit lazy yet. LoL.
Everything went amazing. Not kidding. I will post more of a blog about it tomorrow along with photos but everything is going amazing and of course I have a beautiful little boy who everytime I hold or even look at I start tearing up and praising God for my miracle.
We just got a bit ago and I'm still taking it easy. Never knew how much I used my abdominal muscles oh my goodness!
So thank you everyoen for the prayers and good wishes :) I am going to go lay down now. I do have a link here forgive me for not making it clickable. I'm sore and lazy :) But it's the hospital page for the boy. With the stats and a photo. The picture is a bad one as it was in between crying and they didn't do a decent angle. LoL. But he's still cute. And his name is Ignacio, they spelled it wrong, haha. Good old North Dakotans...
Okay forgive me for parting so early. More tomorrow! Lots of love from us!


Sunday, August 9, 2009

Birth Day

So as of Monday the 10th (tomorrow) at 8:00am I will be in a surgical room getting my tummy split open and having a little boy pulled out of my tummy. Yay!! LoL. It's 10:30pm right now. Am I nervous? Not really. As long as I don't focus on it, I'm doing well. I'm not scared anymore but I am sooo sure that will change once I get into that room and they tell me "Okay lets' get in that spinal block now". Ugh. Oh well. So forgive me ahead of time for not being on here for a few days, I'm sure you will understand LoL. They say I won't be out until Thursday morning so a few days after I get home and get used to a semi-sort of routine, I will pop on, post pictures and a blog and tell ya alllll about it!
Love to you all!!


Friday, August 7, 2009

Friday Fragments

Or rather, my attempt at it. If you want to also do this special weekly thing, head over to To sign up and find out how to!

~*~I've never known some brutality to occur while getting checked. If there was a second place for "What I dis-like about pregnancy" it would be the vaginal exams. Especially if your nurse is a woman. Shouldn't she be tender and understanding and not try too rip you apart from the inside? Or maybe I got the luck of the draw by having Rambo's missus as my nurse...

~*~Watching The Today Show today and this is what they cover on news nowadays?? No, no, this is what they come out with for children!?!? Oh dear... I'm honestly speechless, a bit scared and yet kinda concerned that I have no known feelings on this yet. I'm puzzled...

~*~Why is it that it rains for exactly 20 minutes, looks as if it is going to storm badly and the moment I smile about it and thank God, the sun pops out on me? Yes, yes, I admit, I tend to harbor a secret love for the rain. Although, one weird fact about me? I can not stand to get wet or be out in the rain at all! No idea why either....

~*~I need a pedicure. Badly. Realizing I may never get one. And if I could would I be willing for someone to touch my toes? They are that disgusting. I have my great-grandmother's toes you know...No really, they are hiding in a jar in my closet...Kidding, kidding...

~*~Our new dog, Katy, she is the sweetest and calmest dog I've ever met. We found out fast though she is quite the guard dog. I never knew something so cute and so small to be so lethal...

~*~This has been my attempt at the Friday Fragments. Maybe I'll be better next week. Or maybe I sorta entertained you a small portion. That would be swell!


Thursday, August 6, 2009


So I pretty much feel like an idiot even though everyone is glad I went in. Whatever this crap is about a woman in tune to her body obviously didn't know about me. So yesterday morning, I woke up puking and having contractions so I thought I was in labor and sorta got scared. Abel was at work so I bailed out leaving Hannah and my dad (who was white as a sheet and freaked out way more than I was) here at home and drove off to get Abel at work. Thankfully his location is only about 3 blocks from the house. Praise God for small blessings. I walked in looking like crap (yes, yes I know in the time of things like this, vanity is not acceptable but being in sweats and a midriff showing shirt and not even brushing my hair or teeth, made me feel like trash, ugh!) and every man in that depot must have jumped 6 feet out of his chair and shoved Abel in 3 different directions telling him "It's time! Go! Run!" LoL. What is it with men and panicking for labor? At least I got free entertainment.
So off to the hospital we were. Dr had been called and notified and so when I got there they were all ready and moved me into the delivery room. There were 2 surgeries planned for the day that got postponed because of me which made me feel bad. I'm sure the guy who was about to receive a colonoscopy wasn't feeling too bad about it though...
Long story short, I spent all day in there hearing about how we were doing the c-section, and then how we weren't and then how we should and then how we weren't. Everything died down, I'm not dilated or even effaced yet so they didn't think it was necessary. My nurse was fighting against it, doctor wanted it done and out of the way and I? Was so nervous and a little freaked out I wasn't sure of my name let alone what I wanted to do. So all in all, I go in Friday to be monitored all day then have an appt again on Monday with Doc. Hopefully I last until then which neither nurse nor doc think I will.
Both I and Hannah seem to have insomnia as we are both up and it's 4:30am and she's watching cartoons with my dad in the living room and I'm finishing this up. I'm going to go upstairs and pop on some Friends and hope that I can steal some sleep.
The benefit of this all? Baby is trying to turn and they think that is what is causing my "discomfort" (Male doctors psssh) and contractions. And I'm bedrest now. Dad and Abel are cooking and cleaning and doing everything and I get to lounge in the new and so very comfy recliner, reading my books. I'm enjoying every second of it and fully taking advantage of it because this? Will never happen again. LoL. When will I ever get to lounge and read with 2 kids and a house to take care of? Yeeeaah...
Now my vent of the day...I got to talk to one of my best friends from back home two days ago and you know, moving here was so not a bad idea at all. Among other things, it got me away from the drama of my other "friends" which is soo nice to be away from. I didn't realize how sucked into it I had gotten until I heard a piece of news that got me all riled up and I know that you know, maybe losing some friends and growing apart from people isn't such a horrid thing. I still talk to a few people from over there and have my best friend whom I have only gotten closer with so life isn't all bad. But I would fully appreciate people being upfront and honest for once in their freaking life! How difficult can it possibly be? For real!?! That's why I love my bloggy friends ever so much. Y'all aren't scared to share your honest opinions and feelings. THANK YOU! And you aren't low on brain cells either which is always a plus, LoL. When I have to hear through someone else how someone is judging me because they don't agree with how I'm delivering this child, it pisses me off! Like I sat down at the doctor's office begging and pleading with him to give me a c-section?!? Like I haven't been whining and complaining about having this done and praying my kid would just turn so I could endure the 14 hours of labor!?!? I mean it would be awesome to go through a delivery of a child butt first but hey I'm lazy and a horrid person who would rather slice open my tummy and have him pulled out the easy way right? Somedays, humanity terrifies me...Anyways, there's my vent of the day. Hope you didn't mind that one.
Anyways, I may be slightly absent from the internet. It was weird not being on all day yesterday and not even getting the "craving" to get on. Weirdness...
Ahh so I'm thinking of all my friends today and thought you should be updated on what's going down so far. I can't wait for all this to be done and can't wait to come home and show you pictures of this kid. I hope he looks like me. Hannah looks just like Abel and is all about daddy so I'm excited over at least one kid liking me. For awhile that is, LoL.
Much love to you all!!


Friday, July 31, 2009

It's Friday!

Ahh I was going to attempt a Fragment Friday but I think I will procrastinate and do that next week...Maybe...
I did though want to share some photos with you all. I have more coming but these are my favorites so far. The belly photos haven't done much justice as they make my belly look cute but not really show off my fat ass enough and we all know that everyone needs to see how big I've gotten. I need a wide load sign and some beep-beep noises, LoL. My thighs and hips aren't my friends right now....The last photos of the family of 3 :( The next set of pictures you'll see is of a family of 4, awww.
I hope everyone has a fantastic weekend, mine is going to be busy thankfully. And I shall jabber a new blog on a different day! Enjoy!!


~~Family shot with attitude~~

~~Always wanted a photo like this~~

~~One more family shot~~

~~And my favorite ever~~

Thursday, July 30, 2009

4 Signs Of Labor....

• It suddenly looks like somebody coughed up a big loogie into your undies.

• Your lower back feels like someone is pressing gently on it with a jackhammer.

• The movie version of your underwear would be called A River Runs Through It.

• You have a sudden desire to clean the house despite being doubled over in pain from contractions.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Completely Random.

And for once, I'm not being sarcastic. Today my hormones have put me in a mushy and ecstatic sort of mood. Abel left last night to drive to Portal, Canada to stay over night and then pick up a train and drive it back here to homebase. So after he left I set my restaurant up and went to do two loads of dishes (Thank you a billion times a billion to whoever invented the dishwasher!!) And did my laundry. Then I actually sat down and folded and put it away as I watched Mama Mia (Fabulous movie btw! One of my faves) That in itself is shocking but just the fact that I was nesting was driving me insane. How do I know I was nesting and not just bored? I lugged Hannah's kitchen set up to her room and then set to cleaning and organizing that mess as well. Then I balanced my check-book, figured out what bills are going to get paid on payday in a few days (loving my budget!) and then laid in bed reading my book until I fell asleep. I only woke up twice to pee last night which is great minus the pain of getting up and laying down. Literal pain. My pelvis area hurts so much anymore. It only hurts when I go to sleep laying down. When I'm up and moving around it's fine. So I'm very much so looking forward to the 19th which is in exactly 3 weeks mind you. Oh and an even better surprise for today? I won that Zapi from Shauna's giveaway blog! Yay!! No more germies. Ugh I hate germs. I switch my toothbrush out to a brand new one if it even falls on the floor. I realize that while I may kiss my husband and daughter and yes while my daughter did come from my own body, if they put my brush in their grubby mouths, it's gone. Just can not do that. And my last bit of greatness came form paypal. I've been ordering clothes on myspace as I'm finding baby clothes for $1 a piece and they are in brand new condition. It's like a virtual garage sale for me and it really helps save a few pennies. Well I fell in love with an outfit and have been battling this lady for two months. I paid and she never sent so i filed a claim with paypal and was awarded my money today. Yay! Well as I didn't have bassinet sheets yet and was stressing on that, I got to go and buy 2 blue sheets and am now feeling pretty good about it. There's still a few odds and ends I need before this kid comes out in a few weeks but I have a feeling I'll be fine. Oh and I've decided to not paragraph my blog today. Leave one thing messy for once. Everything else in this house is clean and organized why bother with this?? LoL. piece of randomness for you. I haven't worn a bra in two days. I feel like such a rebel. Might as well enjoy the last remaining freedom these ladies will see for a few months. Haha! I bought a baby bottle the other day. A soothie one. I love the soothie brand. And I'd love to sit here and say ok we're going to breastfeed this kid no matter what and do it right this time but secretly I bought this bottle as a just in case thing. In case I dry up again. In case it doesn't work. In case I change my mind sort of thing. My mother gave me sooo much grief over it but oh well. I pretty much don't care. LoL. I love those sort of days. I found out my best friend from Nebraska is pregnant again. She and her hubby have been trying for over a year to get pregnant and have ended up with 3 miscarriages so far. They are my kids' god-parents and we've been besties since forever. And I've been through the same thing as her so when she gets pregnant it feels like I am too. So I've been praying this time it sticks and works out and they get to have a baby soon. It was hard going through my own miscarriages but to watch my best friend go through it and not be able to take away the pain? It's so hard! And why is it that when it happens, even though I've been there, I never know what to say? I get so mad and tell myself that I should know what to say to help. I should be able to say something comforting...Oh dear my daughter is singing along to the Kidz Bop commercials...Hannah came down with the flu the other day. She's been taught to throw up in the potty as mommy can't handle puke without losing it herself. I'm proud of her for being able to do that. She threw up once and then was totally fine minus the not eating for two days straight and the constant fever. Now I pray I don't get it because I always end up with the worst case of it ever and am miserable enough without the flu. Abel has only 12 more days until layoff time! Soo nervous about that. I hope they hire everyone back fast so he can get back on quickly. I have gotten used to paychecks again and it's so nice to pay my bills for once. My bill collectors are being so nice and haven't called me in over a month! I don't know whether to feel abandoned or relieved? Well anyways, I need to go fold another load of laundry and attempt to sort some socks now. Watching 27 Dresses today. Decent movie...So I hope everyone's day is going well too. Excuse my random babble here. Love to everyone!!


Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Yup, I'ma Bad American!

So my dad, the ever so wonderful addict of forwarding e-mails even though we live in the same house, has once again sent an interesting e-mail to me. Not only did I find it humorous in some areas, but I also found some of it true. Most of all I thought that instead of forwarding it and adding to the tearing down of virtual trees, I'd just post it and let the world (or rather my small community of followers) check it out. What can I say? Not enough to occupy my day...LoL. You'll see that I added in notes. This is how I think when I read stuff. I always add in notes in my head or narrate in some odd way. I'm odd. I hope you love me still after you find out just how odd I really am...
Oh and by the way, a HUGE Happy Birthday goes out to miss Tiney! I can't figure out how to comment on your blog, hence me being absent with my comments for awhile so hopefully this will be just as good!
And please remember when reading this, I don't ride nor own nor care for Harley Davidson motorcycles, LoL. This was obviously written by a man but with notes thrown in by me.

I Am the Liberal-Progressives Worst Nightmare.
(Can't even begin to tell you what this means so now you all know how politically ignorant I am)

I am an American.
(Pretty much, yep)

I am a Master Mason and believe in God.
(I don't think I am and yes)

I ride Harley Davidson Motorcycles and believe in American products.
(No I don't. I don't even sit on those 2-wheeled nightmares!)

I believe the money I make belongs to me and my family, not some Liberal governmental functionary be it Democratic or Republican!
(Yeah so someone tell that damn FICA guy to keep his grubby hands off my money!)

I'm in touch with my feelings and I like it that way!
(And yet people say I'm bitchy or emotional because of this...)

I think owning a gun doesn't make you a killer, it makes you a smart American.
(Unless you have pretty daughters, then you could easily turn into a killer)

I think being a minority does not make you noble or victimized, and does not entitle you to anything. Get over it!
(Yeah I can say that if you feel "owed" anything, you pretty much suck. Unless you're talking about those tax returns in which NO ONE ever gets back what they are owed)

I believe that if you are selling me a Big Mac, do it in English.
(Please don't limit this to just hamburgers. Grocery stores. Gas stations. Video rental stores. Applebees. Thanks)

I believe everyone has a right to pray to his or her God when and where they want to.
(For sure)

My heroes are John Wayne, Babe Ruth, Roy Rogers, and Willie G. Davidson that makes the Awesome Harley Davidson Motorcycles.
(Can't do without that famous swagger, a baseball, the drink or a two-wheeled nightmare can we?)

I don't hate the rich. I don't pity the poor.
(I do. And I don't. Unless you were a victim of the layoffs and then treated worse than the druggies and lazies who've lived off welfare all their lives just because they are lazy. I don't pity them but rather growl and slash out at them. Hence why I'm housebound. Sometimes I'm not allowed outside...)

I know wrestling is fake and I don't waste my time watching or arguing about it.
(It's just as bad as soap operas...)

I've never owned a slave, or was a slave, I haven't burned any witches or been persecuted by the Turks and neither have you! So, shut up already.
(Yes please. Oh and don't mind the midget Ethiopians in my basement. They err, enjoy making those sweaters and never sleeping or eating...)

I believe if you don't like the way things are here, go back to where you came from and change your own country!
(I would but I don't know where I come from. Is Montana it's own country yet?)

This is AMERICA! We like it the way it is!
(Some days...)

If you were born here and don't like it you are free to move to any Socialist country that will have you.
(Fine then! Wait, socialist whatta?)

I want to know which church is it exactly where the Reverend Jesse Jackson preaches, where he gets his money, and why he is always part of the problem and not the solution.
(Yeaaah...How DOES he do that?!?)

I also think the cops have the right to pull you over if you're breaking the law, regardless of what color you are.
(I just wish they would quit targeting me. Dirty goyim...)

And, no, I don't mind having my face shown on my drivers license.

And I'm proud that 'God' is written on my money.
(Yes actually I am)

I think if you are too stupid to know how a ballot works, I don't want you deciding who should be running the most powerful nation in the world for the next four years.
(Hah! I'm the moron who voted for the other guy and then did eeny meeny miney moe for the rest of the subjects. I had no clue who everyone was. Like I said before, I'm politically ignorant. And really, does my ONE vote matter THAT much?)

I dislike those people standing in the intersections trying to sell me stuff or trying to guilt me into making 'donations' to their cause. Get a job and do your part!
(They don't sell stuff in my street. They e-mail me or call me...)

I believe that it doesn't take a village to raise a child, it takes two parents.
(Thank goodness for that, some parents terrify me and if my kid is going to get messed up, I'd like all the blame to go to me)

I believe 'illegal' is illegal no matter what the lawyers think.
(Unless you claim to be insane and can talk to yourself cleverly then they let you go)

I believe the American flag should be the only one allowed in AMERICA!
(Oops! Better take down my communist pride flag....)

If this makes me a BAD American, then yes, I'm a BAD American.
(I'm a horrid American with no intellect)