Sydney and Edward

My friend Syd told me she has been not been able to keep Edward out of her mind.  She is so obsessed with him, all she ever talks about is how she dreams of Edward biting her!  I think she is taking this story way to far...what do you think?

12:01 AM -Need I say more?

yes, i drive an 'Astro Van' (seriously)

Just a little background before i start complaining.... i drove a sky-blue Toyota Previa in high school so l love mini vans... its not about the van really, its how i receive the van every WED morning. The van belongs to my father in law but i use it on a daily basis and he uses it tues night and sat morning...



THIS is how it looks... who needs carseats when my kids could just sit on news paper bundles....

Literally, not a stitch of garbage in this van belongs to me or my children and the worst part is i always forget its gonna be like this, so im running out the door trying to get Eva to school on time and i have to heave these bundles over the backseat ( that weigh as much as i do, by the way) i want to SCREAM!

people must really think i "live in a van down by the river" as Chris Farrley would say

too bad i dont care that it looks as if i spend so much money on shoes that i live in my van and recycle news-papers to get my 'fix'....

Speaking of shoes check out these beauties....
now, wipe the drool off your face and pay close attention.....
these shoes almost cost me my life,

alright maybe not my life but seriously i nearly caused a five car pile up. i was driving home from work daydreaming about BOGO when i realized the four cars ahead of me were stopped at a light. No big deal i had plenty of room and time to stop. so i go to take my foot off the gas and my beautiful new guess pump slips and my heel catches under the gas pedal it was literally stuck so i start screaming obscenities and bracing my self for impact with the bumper of a little yellow Mustang... just in time i pulled my foot out, slammed on the brakes and screeched to a halt. i was shaking the whole rest of the way home...
LESSON: when breaking in brand new heals, always bring driving flats (of course if you get pulled over switch them back quickly)

I know, right.... totally worth it...

Last but not least i had to post this picture because Syd literally burst into hysterical laughter when i pulled up to her house with the van looking like this.. i hadn't even noticed and drove around the entire day before like this and was too lazy to care at that point... the one day my husband drives the van he parks under a light post....... Cora says "Naughty burdy! no poo poo on da car, poo poo in da potty!"

The Sugar People

i have been singing with this group called the sugar people google them to listen to their stuff they are pretty awesome... check out some pics of us....
http://www.johnmogos.com/John_Mogos_Homepage/PIctures/Pages/Sugar_People,_Detroit_Industrial_Project.html

All the naughty things...

okay, so its technically my fault my kids do these naughty things... something like this happens every morning because lets face it i'm a lazy bum and i dont get up before 9:30 . My kids however get up at 8:00 and they both know that they have a solid hour and a half to raise hell before i get up. this first set of pics is Eva's playdough explosion....









...she knows shes in trouble...










then Cora decided that she needed to have her nails done...so she did them. Wait, it gets better she did her nails with nail polish she found on my nightstand and painted her nails, her arms, her legs, her jammies, and MY sheets, MY comforter and MY pillow that i was still sleeping on!!!!!!! sometimes i can't believe how dense i can be... and its always something, this morning the two of them were in the backyard before Cory and I were awake, a few days ago i came down the stairs and said to Eva "if you made a mess clean it up before i see it" and she says "oh mommy we were just coloring" so of course i am prepared to find my walls covered in pink crayon when 'crunch' i step on frosted flakes... not just a few, an ENTIRE BOX of frosted flakes! their bedroom, the living room and the kitchen floors covered in frosted flakes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! if i could quote my mother...."they're gonna drive my to drinking!"

"Date Night"

This is My husband Cory, his friend Jeremy and jeremy's Fiance (now wife) Mandy and yes they are all SLEEPING! Supposedly we are having a date night but everyonee except me fell asleep.....

Mandy

Jeremy

Cory

Me, bored to tears....

what can i say, she's just talented....

this video clip hardly needs an explanation... except that i will say its about a year old, the only way i know that is because that non-microwavable green plate almost burned my house down last summer when my sister sophie was visiting.... ok i mean I almost burned my house down... i put a slice of pizza in the microwave on that plate for 10 minutes instead of 1, im sure its easy to imagine what happened next... but i'll paint the picture anyway... soph and i were watching tv (what i do best) and suddenly this huge plume of thick black smoke engulfs my kitchen. i run in to see what the heck caused this because as far as i knew i wasn't cooking anything (i never 'cook') as soon as i turned the corner i saw the smoke pouring out of the bottom of my microwave and saw the time counting down, 4:44, 4:43, 4:42 "idiot!" i screamed. so like the idiot that i was i flung open the microwave door and let the toxic fumes just pour into the rest of my house faster.. the little green plate was on fire and had shriveled into this unrecognizable green and black blob with a lump of coal (my pizza) on top... sophie and i had to cover our faces because we could hardly breathe and our eyes burned and watered from the fumes. i grabbed a potholder and ran my melted and charred plate to the garbage outside, sophie was right behind me with the rest of my green plastic plates and into the garbage they went, obviously i could not be trusted with non-microwavable anything! we spent the rest of the evening doing damage control, stuffing pillows under the doors of my girls bed rooms, trying to push the bad air out with dish towels and trying not to pee our pants because of what i had done (all of this with our t shirts up over our noses so we wouldn't pass out.... good times