Lionel Richie - Dancing On The Ceiling

So my husband and kids are gone for the weekend .. we have a trailer about two hours north of us. It's nothing special. It's old .. about as old as my husband .. lol. I actually like the seventies feel of it though! It keeps us warm and dry and it's in great shape for it's age.

I really don't know what to do with all my free time now that they are gone for two glorious days .. ohh .. what to do with all the precious free time!! All I know is I can't get the song Dancin' On The Ceiling out of my head. I don't know how the heck I got this in my head but it seriously just makes me want to dance. Oh yeah .. let's take a trip to the eighties ..

You know .. I get all excited about the idea of having time to myself .. and then comes the guilt. Stupid guilt. Little voices telling me I should have gone with them and that I'm a bad bad bad mom. I hate the guilt.

Dear Guilt Trip:

Go away guilt .. all I want is a little time to myself. I just want to paint the kitchen this weekend. I'm not going to the bar or hanging around with wild and crazy people. I just want to get up tommorow and do a workout tape and be as loud as I want without fear I'll wake somebody up. Heck maybe I'll even clap along when they do on the dvd.

Guilt .. you know I love my kids more than anything in the world. But sometimes I just need a break. Guilt, I am a mom but not a perfect one and sometimes it's just nice to be alone. Alone to read, paint my toenails, watch a movie or two and not have to worry about making dinner for my family.

Guilt, please go and bother somebody else this weekend that is truly deserving of your attention. I really don't need you this weekend!

I am having a midlife crisis?

I was recently having a conversation with my mom about when I start second year of my massage therapy course. The countdown is on .. August 23rd. My daughter was listening to our conversation and decided to put in her two cents worth. She is twelve and let me tell you .. she has no problem voicing her opinion. She get this from her father .. that's it .. her father.

Just look at that judging face.

Mom .. you are just so like .. out of it .. like geeze .. ! Everyone has a cell phone .. you're like a dinasour or like an alien .. like duh!

Basically she told me I was having a midlife crisis and I should have gone to school when I was 22 .. I laughed .. I had her at 22. To be honest I haven't felt like I have really found my "thing" until now. I love massage therapy. I go to the best school ever and let's face it .. what is better than going to school and getting massages from your classmates? It rocks.

My first year was a struggle, with balancing family, studying and everything that comes along with being a parent and student. I'd be lying if I said I didn't have doubting thoughts along the way .. what am I doing here?? I should have done this at 22.

Most of my classmates are either fresh out of high school or in their early twenties. In alot of ways this has it's advantages. They bring out the fun side of me .. they make me feel younger than I am. A few of them are my age, a few have children and are in the same boat as me.

I don't for one second regret having my kids in my twenties but sometimes I wish I could rewind .. why couldn't I have found my lifes passion earlier?? Take for instance my dentist. She is 28 for crying out loud. When did she start university .. 12??

For some of you, maybe your lifes passion is being a stay at home mom. I applaud you. I was in this boat for four years. And I don't regret it. Maybe all this self doubting is societies expectations of women doing their work on my brain. I'm sure you all know what I mean .. It's really not enough anymore to be "just a mom" is it? Personally I think this is a load of crap .. I never understood why women don't get paid to stay at home and raise their kids. But that is a whole other can of worms post.

Does anybody else going back to school have these thoughts or is my daughter right .. am I actually having a midlife crisis?

Thursday ..time to meet some new friends

Well hello there everyone! Today I'm participating in Talkative Thursday hosted by Mommy of One and Counting!Isn't it great meeting new friends in blogland, can't wait to connect with all of you.

Can you taste it?

Okay so I'll probably lose half my readers to this wacky post but I have to do it. If you are trying to lose weight like myself this might help you, if not .. read on .. you might just get a good laugh.

Lately I've convinced myself I can get equal satisfaction from smelling something delicious rather than eating it. Seriously!

Even though I am trying to lose weight there are usually numerous treats around my house. Ice cream, chocolate, chips .. all the bad stuff. My husband has a metabolism of a rabbit on steroids (rabbit on steroids?). He can get away with eating it (damn him) and the kids have their share too in moderation.

When I get the urge to dive into a bowl full of icecream or eat three chocolate bars back to back (true story) .. this is what I do ..

Take the chocolate bar or whatever else it is you're drooling over .. bring it up to your nose. I mean right up to your nose hairs .. you're mouth will probably be watering. IGNORE it.

Close your eyes. Now .. inhale deeply and slowly .. let the gorgeous aroma travel up through your nose... Be at peace with your inner child .. LOL! Okay no seriously .. with your eyes still closed breath in the aroma again.

Now imagine what it tastes like. Imagine you are tasting it. It tastes heavenly. Imagine the texture. The chocolate is melting, the crumbs are crunchy. Now the trick is not to do this too long or you WILL end up eating it. Just concentrate on the smell, breathe it in a few times. Put the food down. Step away from the food.

Wasn't that the best darn peice of cake you ever had?? lol

If you are certain I am a lunatic now .. just think of this .. all the companies that make millions every year off of scents. Food scents in particular. Why do we buy them. Yes they cover up odours .. but they satisfy our senses. French vanilla candles, cinnamon bun candles .. even most perfumes have notes of vanilla, raspberry and chocolate.

Gotcha thinkin'? Try it .. it works for me. But I never claimed to be normal.

The fugliest cake you ever saw

Today was such a weird day for me. The kind of day that you have a list of things to do but you just end up walking from room to room in a bit of a daze. I wanted to go get paint for the kitchen, I needed to make a few phone calls, I really needed to clean the litter box. None of these got done .. and you know what .. I don't give a rats asssss!

Last night my son Griffin asked me if today could be Sliders Birthday. Who is Slider?

World .. meet Slider ..

Normally most of Griffin's requests usually require me to do something that is absolutely out of the question .. did I tell you my kids think I am a millionaire? Mom .. can you take us to the waterpark like every single day this summer?? Can we both get cell phones, and Ipads and whatever else it is they make these days ??

So when he asked if we could make Slider a birthday cake I thought heck why not?

Look at this childs hair. He refuses to get it cut.

I had to tame the Martha Stewart side of me .. she luuurrrkkks inside. While making this cake with Griffin I kept thinking of all the great turtle cake ideas out there on baking sites and blogs. I imagined myself crumb coating and laying a perfect peice of fondant over Slider's cake .. oh Slider ... you are going to be so darn happy.

This is what we ended up with.
I can't believe I'm showing you all this.

Now does that look like a turtle to you??

But you know what .. Griffin was so darn happy and proud of that cake. It makes me happy when my kids are content with simple things. If I have made a memory for him it is well worth it. Fugly cake and all.

Please excuse the sentiment of this post .. I think I am hormonal this week.

Painting Dilemma ..

So this weekend I helped my mom paint her kitchen. Actually she is painting her entire house. We decided to start in the kitchen because we are both freaks and don't like any project nonsense going on in our kitchens. Best to get that right out of the way first. I am aching today from going up and down the ladder .. and I mean extension ladder .. that woman has some tall ass walls.

So this has got me thinking about painting my own kitchen .. as if just getting the bathroom done wasn't enough. Noooo .. let's tack on another project on the list. Honestly I'm not normally like this .. come August 23rd I'm back to school fulltime so I feel a little under the gun for things I want to accomplish before then.

The yellow just isn't doing it for me anymore. It makes me feel claustrophobic. I think I also read somewhere that couples argue most in a kitchen painted yellow. Not sure on the accuracy of that .. but I'm using this rumor as amunition so my husband won't get annoyed that I am painting again. I'm doing for our marriage honey ... yes that's it, our marriage. NOT!

I don't know why I picked this color, look how it does nothing for the cabinets!

Lately I'm really drawn to crisp whites, they just look so clean. I like clean. I was thinking about painting two walls white and two chocolate brown. Mostly because I have half a can of chocolate brown paint left over from another project and I AM CHEAP PEEPS! The kitchen was painted green when we moved in and I didn't like it at all.

Any advice?

Tomatoes

It really is amazing what you can do with a little space. I plant about twelve tomatoe plants along side of my house every year. Usually a few herbs too like basil, thyme and mint.

Cherry

Beefsteak

Roma's

A few of my roma's are black on the bottom .. I'll have to read up on that!

Awwwwee .. look at Mr. Froggy .. missing a front leg .. dumb frog.