Amiga

In one week from today, one of my good friends Abby comes home for Christmas. Abby is currently teaching in Queretaro, MEXICO. Yep. Crazy women.

She went down there this past August. She was not fluent in Spanish either.  Crazy women.

This girl lives her life. To the fullest. Not knowing a single person, she just decides to move to Mexico to teach Business to 11th and 12th graders. Crazy women.

I also might add, this girl was in a terrible accident in Mexico a few years ago.  Vacation from hell it was dubbed. She was in a cab with her two sisters and was rear ended by another cab. She had some very bad experiences with the healthcare system to say the least. Below is a photo from the paper down there about their accident. They are lucky to even be alive. Angels were watching over them for sure!

{jacked from fb so I hope she doesn't mind}

That alone would have scared the crap out of me and I would have never returned to Mexico. I am of wussy stature apparently, because this did not hold home girl back. She is the balls to the wall kinda girl.

We met at work. Advertising Sales. She decided she wanted something else. To make a difference. She then went back to school, got her degree in teaching, did some student teaching and walla! She's in Mexico. See? This girl doesn't play around.

{Today's sappy quote brought to you by...I miss my friend.}

Here's a little flashback of times spent with my good friend. A friend who would give the shirt off her back if you needed it. Yep, one of those girls. The kind to loan you money if you need it. She's the kind of gal to call you up and ask to take your kids to the water park. The kind to help you move all your stuff without it being boxed up (yeah the total unorganized move). The kind to nurse you to health.  Feed your kids ice cream at 9am but only after they eat their breakfast.  She loves Usher. She's afraid of heights. She's my new inspiration to run. She'll put you to bed. She'll crawl around on the floor of her townhouse, spying on people outside "talking". She'll give you advice. She listens. She's irreplaceable.

{This one gives me a hangover headache just looking at it.}

Oh hey...It's Carolyn. She better be involved in this reunion too. Or else....

{this goes for you too Carolyn...}

Can't wait to see you Abs!! We can sit on the couch and listen to slacker radio before we go out if you want! Oh, I still have cookies left too! Love you!

Office Space

There are days when I truly believe I work in The Office. Yes, like the T.V. show.

Scranton ain't got nothing on us yo.

In my head, I come up with so many ideas for skits. We could have a diary room. Camera men. I would make it more of a combo between SNL & The Office but believe me, it would be epic.

We have so many character's. Oh the character's....

I would like to think I'm a lot like Jim. I like a good laugh. Lightens the mood - ya know.

Happy Thursday! One step closer to that beloved Friday.

Your Blog Name

How did you all come up with your blog name? 

I remember coming up with mine. All in love with my honey.  Life being crazy.  It totally seemed to fit. The timing of our relationship.  How everything happens for a reason. Etc, etc, etc.

One problem with my blog name.

The song "Crazy little thing called love", kinda sorta drives me nuts. Maybe because its the same name as my blog, so it gets into my head.  Now it's like a button pusher. Push. Push. Push.  The song basically drives me insane.

Maybe I should have named it "Man in the Mirror". I love that song.

I need a blog redesign, I mean this took me all of 15 minutes and that's just because I kept putting the dang HTML codes in the wrong spots or the font color was white and I couldn't read it. Ha, ha! For the love of puppies. Figure it out already.

Is there a blog design manual somewhere? Blogging for Dummies?

Should I change my blog name? Crap I'm so indecisive.

My Wish List - This one's for you Honey!

I'm going to just go ahead and link up with Ally and Becky and show you all what I'm wishing for this year.

If money were no object, these would be under my tree. All of them. Or, just screw the wrapping and just put a bow on them neatly where they belong. I'm not picky.

1. The Clarisonic  {In Graphite Gray}

2 - 3. Elliptical or Treadmill {This will benefit you honey.} Really, this should be a no brainer. Right? Don't you want you upsexy wife back? (Shout out to Raven here...)

4. Coach Purse

5. Hana Elite 1" Flat Iron

6.  Kitchen Aid 5 Qt. Stand Mixer {in white}

7. iPad 2

8. Urban Decay Naked 2 pallet

9. Vanity very similar to this. See the leg room underneath? I die. I NEED this.

or like this...

10. Wine Cooler {We do need this babe, think about it...}

10. Tiffany Ball Earrings

11. Tiffany Bead Bracelet

Now go link up and show me yours!

miscellany monday

Well I don't know about the rest of you lovelies, but I'm already looking forward to my next day off -which is not until December 23. How. Will. I. Make. It? (I have weekends off but I'm not counting those.)

It's Monday. Miscellany Monday to be exact. Linking up with lowercase letters!

1. Friday night, we went Downtown (Minneapolis) to celebrate my Husband's, Cousin's Birthday - so I guess my Cousin too! First of all, I do not enjoy "going out" downtown.

Let me list a couple of reason's why I do not like weekends Downtown:

• Too much drama 
• I work downtown so it may remind me of work
• Cabs get spendy - no one wants to drive home
• The bathrooms smell like urine
• I recently viewed the cities "Violent Crimes" map by precinct since I work downtown. Scary stuff.  Happening all within blocks of me every day. Gun shots, assaults, rape. To make it better, I tell myself, "they are probably all sleeping during the day. I'm safe."

So it's rare that we do that but we did, all for the love of Corey. Here are a couple of pictures from Friday night at Bootlegger's.

From L-R: SIL Molly, the Husband, Corey the Birthday Boy, Me, Jess (BIL's GF) and BIL Chad.

Not sure why we all look pink, I stole this from one of their fb's.

The party started at 9pm,  and we were the first one's there at 9pm. Ha, ha! That's why no one is around us in the photo above. 

L-R: Husband, Corey, Me

The name of the band playing that night was, no joke, F*cking Sick. They were pretty good too! They were a 2 man show. The lead singer played the piano and the other guy sang and played drums. I would definitely see them again if I was a roadie type. The name still kills me. Ha, ha!

2. Thanksgiving photos are starting to appear online. The following one cracks me up. Jack at the table watching everyone play dice. Jack got into the game. He would yell whenever they all yelled.

He'll be hustling by the time preschool starts.

3. Also on Thanksgiving, we tried "The Popcorn Trick". Have you seen this one floating around online? The one that leads you to believe that if you have 4 cell phones, you can pop 4 kernels of corn? You just need to have all phones ring simultaneously. Well my friends, that is a lie. We tried.

Fail.

Happy Monday!

Fly yyyyyyyy, Fly yyyyyyyyy

Every parent thinks their kids are the best at everything right?

I took this video of my girls singing in the car yesterday en rout to Thanksgiving #2, not because I think they are the best singers but because I think it's funny.

Unless you have been blessed with vocal talents (I am not), you have found yourself in this situation a time or two. Your in the car singing, it gets to the really high notes - when your not really a soprano. Something like this ensues...

I better get back to my internet surfing work. Hope you all had a great Thanksgiving Day!

Ding, dong.

Kids keep your life interesting that is one thing I know for sure. Teenagers? They are barely human. Take last night for example...

My oldest is a Freshman in High School (if your trying to do the math in your head, I started early, I was 18 when I had her). They are now officially on Thanksgiving Break. What does that mean? Well, it means sleep overs, loud music, laughter, drama and food consumption up in our house. Last night I get home from work to find 3 girls at the kitchen table huddled over the computer. Of course, as soon as I get home, they retreat to the bedroom. It's the norm. Whatever.

Within 10 minutes, the text messages start. Yes, she is one floor up and has to text me, it's how she communicates whenever she wants something. "Can they sleepover?" she asks. Wait for it. Here comes another text "or wait, can I sleepover there?" EVEN BETTER!

Then they all come running down the stairs...

(This is from another night, but just gives you an idea of what I'm working with here.)

"Can you drop us off at the band concert? It's at the High School." - Says Teenage Daughter

"Why do you want to go to the band concert, you never wanted to go when you were IN band" - I reply.  Immediately I am suspicious. If it sounds to good to be true, it probably is.

"Mom... puhleasseeeeee." - Teenage Daughter begs.

Fine. I give in against my better judgement.

Drop the girls off at the band concert. They offered to take Jack (my 15 month old) with them but I declined that offer. When they asked why he couldn't come, I politely said "no, if you get kicked out of the band concert, I will not have my 1 year old participating in such activity."

"Mom, we are not going to get kicked out!!!" she says as they run into the school.

After the drop off, we head to the place I like to call hell grocery store to pick up our Thanksgiving goodies, which was just about as fun as it sounds. When we get home, I immediately start checking Twitter for any updates or clues as I like to call them of to what my daughter and her friends are doing. Creepy? Maybe, but I know what my daughters is up to, her friends do, who they are with and like to think it helps guide me in the decision making process. Too much?

Well, my Daughter is aware of my private eye skills and made her Twitter private, but her friends, not so much. Like the private eye I would like to think I am, I start investigating. They are at the band concert and who knows what they are actually doing there.

As I'm investigating, I see one of her friends tweets "Tell me why we just embarrassed ourselves major time and ran like the biggest retard ever."  Oh great. What did they do. I'm assuming it was at the band concert but that's just a guess.

So I send the texts asking when they need to be picked up, etc. To which she replies that her friends parents are getting them soon. Ok. They are sleeping over at one of her friends houses. Ok that works.

We start cleaning, getting ready for bed, feed the dogs....

While twitter stalking, I look up and see my Son, sitting near Stella (our Yorkie) while she eats. Watching her eat - or so I thought. I get up to go move him, away from the hungry dogs. Not that I think our dog will bite him, but who knows. He likes to pull their hair and such so I'm just taking extra precaution.

I turn the corner in the kitchen and there he is. EATING dog food with Stella. Just sitting there right next to her, CHOMPING on dog food. Jack sees me and starts smiling. Juicy dog food saliva, pouring out of his mouth. Yuck. Gross. Disgusting.

I yell for my husband to get over here now! He comes running, I'm sure prepared for the worst and sees our son eating dog food. He takes the dog food away, to which does not go over well with Jack. He screams, wanting more. Yuck. After I take a couple pictures, get the baby some water and banana puffs to get the left over dog food remnants out, we get the little guy in bed.

Fast forward a couple of hours, around 11pm. The husband and I are having a glass of wine watching Jersey Shore. (No judging here.)

All of a sudden, the door bell rings like 6 times, and the dogs start barking like crazy. My first thought is we are about to be chopped up by a serial killer who is standing outside our front door, 10 feet away from where we are sitting. My Husband jumps up to look out the door as I am shushing our dogs before they wake up the sleeping baby, who will not be so easy to get back to bed. He opens the door and walks outside to see who is out there.

Meanwhile, I'm going over in my head what can happen to my husband outside, with the possible serial killer lurking and what actions I would take to defend my family. No joke. Phone in hand. I grow a pair and walk outside.

No one is out there.

We were ding, dong, ditched! Where the eff did these little jerks go so fast? They HAD to be hiding behind a car or neighbors house. 

What kind of stupid kids are we dealing with here? That was ONLY cool to do in what, Junior High. I never did it in High School.

After I know we will not be homicide victims, I text my daughter to inform her about the juvenile delinquents and she replies back that someone just did it to them at her friends house too. Now her friend lives 4 blocks away, so its entirely possible that these jerks ran there after our house.

5 minutes go by, as we are watching our front yard, a pizza delivery man pulls up.

Are you serious? I walk outside and say "where are you delivering that to?"

Poor guy probably thought I was off my rocker.

"Ummm, this house." he says as he walks across the yard to our neighbors.

Again, he must think I'm certifiable now. So I must let him know why I am the crazy lady outside, barefoot, at 11:30pm at night.

"Sorry, we were ding, dong, ditched so I'm looking for teenagers running around, then I see you and think they ordered us a pizza. Promise you I'm not crazy." I say.

He laughs, gets in his car and leaves.

We wait out the little beasts a while longer and decide to get to bed. It's midnight on a work night. I fall asleep trying to think of how I am going to catch these little kids. I will wear all black, have a paint ball gun or something and wait for them. Maybe after a couple of glasses of wine. Wait? Can I get in trouble for shooting them with a paintball gun? I don't own one but maybe it's a good investment? This behavior seems to be a regular occurrence the past couple weeks and I'm ready to defend my home.

Homie don't play that game!