A Better Day...

OK, I just typed out a huge sappy blog and it got lost. WTH??? You can't do that to a woman who's had 2 glasses of wine!
Any way... the sweentend condensed version is that they are digging my pool next Monday. .. ..
I'm soooooo excited! Actually, I'm so excited that I'm celebrating. Yep. I'm on my 2nd glass of wine. I haven't drank since I was in San Diego last month, so I was due. That and my husband left me to go to some crazy Cross Country Coaches meeting on the other side of town. Whatever.....
You have a half drunk wife at home. That most certainly means nookie and you leave. Not the smartest cookie in the box. Oh well. Lucky for him I love him so much!
That's all I remember from my lost blog. Read above drunk statement... Sorry about that. I'm sure it was pretty good. I promise to keep posting updates on the pool. Don't get too sick of them!

Sick of being sick...

I feel like I've been in this house forever! It started wih Luka puking on Friday. Poor thing was an awful shade of green and green is NOT his best color. Then the weekend just drug on because my hubby wasn't feeling so hot Tuesday morning was wierd, I kinda felt OK, but something wasn't right. Then... BAM. It hit me. That OMG I'm gonna hurl and I hope it doesn't land on my shoes feeling. I swear the bathroom couldn't have been farther from my office that day. I hung around for a bit but realized this was no one time deal. I came home from work and prayed with to the porceline god. Then the phone rings about 3:15. Ava was puking at school. Lovely. I couldn't go pick her up. I couldn't even pick myself up off the floor! As bad as I felt about it, I knew she'd be better off then if I tried to drive while hurling. Once hubby brought her home, we were quite the threesome. He still wasn't feeling so great either. I think Luka was the only one feeling very well at this point. What a trooper. At least he lost the demons and was cooperative for a change...
Now here I am 2 days later. I'm not puking anymore, but now I have a sore throat and no appetite. The no appetite thing doesn't bother me too much since losing a few pounds would actually be a good thing, but coughing and sore throat. Is this a bad joke? Did I piss of the Gods in a former life? UGH...
I'm going back to work tomorrow. Maybe it all just boils down to I am just sick of being in the house.

It's been a while

Yeah... I started this whole blog thing over a year ago. Partly because my friend LeeAnn had one that I loved to read (Cactus Jelly) and partly because my inner self knew it was a good idea. Well what happened? Hmmm. Life? Yeah, life happened, LOL. What kind of stupid excuse is that???????????? Life happened? Seriously. Life is supposed to be what this blog is all about.

I guess what I really meant to say is that I don't have an excuse. All I can say is that I'm starting over. Right here, right now. I used to take much better care of myself. I used to do a lot more for ME. But, with the new house came larger house payments and more guilt, LOL. I'm going to blog more. For me. Can I just say how I've missed it?????

Welcome back, Karla.

Ahhh the sad faces

Why is it that every time I grab the camera, my children distort their faces into the most obnoxious smiles they can possibly make up? They think it's funny. Oh they'll really think it's funny when they are older and all they have to share with their own offspring about their youth are crazy-faced photos.

So this morning they were dressed and looking exceptionally cute. I tend to think they look very cute on a pretty regular basis. So anyway, I grab the digital camera and procede to snap an eternal remembrance of the cuteness. Out came the silly faced grins. So I politely asked if they, just this once, could look natural and NOT smile.




Not quite the look I was going for, but I'm glad they were both on the same track with this one. I promise, these children are not abused. Though their adult therapists may hear otherwise in about 20 years....

She who angers you, controls you.

It's been 10 years. You'd think I'd be over it by now. My husband's mother just really gets under my skin. There is something about that day when I was 5 months pregnant with my daughter and not yet married to her son that still burns me like salt on a fresh wound. She looked straight into my baby blue eyes,

"What kind of girl are you to be pregnant like this?" "Your not getting my money so if that is what you are here for then forget it."

Yeah, that was just the 1st impression. There have been many since then and I'm confident that there will be many more in the years to come but those are the words I hear over and over in my head. So you can only imagine that whenever my husband agrees to work for her on his day off so that she can go have fun in Las Vegas, I become a tad bit bitchy.

Now don't get me wrong, I know we need the money. Dream House payments aren't cheap. But still people, this woman is his mother. My husband works 7 days a week as it is. Would it kill her to realize that a day off to spend with his wife and kids would be nice? Evidently she's not taking any chances to find out.

I couldn't sleep last night. Now I'm mad that she has so much control that I lose sleep. UGH! This is all just her manipulative way to keep tabs on my husband. I hate it. I hate it even more that I know that it will always be this way. How's a girl to let go? I guess that's just not in my blood :(

So here I sit. In my beautiful dream house. With 2 Lexuses (or is it Lexii?) in the garage. Five kids playing joyfully in the living room and I'm sad. I'd give it all up in a New York minute to be able to have more family time with my husband...

The "white" thing.

OK, so recently, my family moved into a new home. We'll call this our dream house. I've been dreaming of moving since my husband and I married 7 years ago + we finally found and purchased a house we both like = Dream House! Now our old house was a nice house, don't get me wrong. We had fun there, hell, I got pregnant there 3 times so it couldn't be all that bad, right? Well, our new house is MUCH nicer. Bigger. Better. Newer. Just nicer.

Here's the deal. We moved here and my family can't find things. Somehow, since we've moved, dirty laundry now goes on the floor instead of the laundry basket. Dirty dishes usually sit on the counter, but sometimes they will make it into the sink. The other day, my husband sat and watched me put all the dishes from the sink into the dishwasher (that is right next to the sink). He boldly gets up from the table, walks to the sink, and puts his dirty breakfast dishes into the sink. I just DON'T GET IT!!!

"See that white thing?"
"Yeah"
"That is called a dishwasher."
"See this white thing?"
"Uh-huh."
"I am NOT a dishwasher!"

I'm not Korean

"Luke, Is that your Mommy?"
"Yeah."
"She doesn't look like you."
"Yeah. So."
"How come?"
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Duh! She's not Korean." :insert eyeroll:

The conversation that took place this morning when I dropped my 4 year old off at Pre-School.