Confessions of a Blogaholic

Ok, so I am obviously not immortal and I did have that 35th birthday last week. Although it happened, I can sit here and realize that it is ok. It is ok for so many reasons. 1. I love my life. 2. Buddy, Me, Kai Kai, and Nachito are all healthy. 3. My whole family is healthy. 4. Buddy and my kids are my whole world and I would'nt change a thing. I could keep counting, but I think you get it. My birthday was good, I was able to stay home, thanks to Dr. Fiel for giving me my birthday off and with pay, woo hoo! I took kids to school and came home to take a nice LUSH bath. LUSH....don't even get me started on my most favorite bath products. I then got ready to have lunch with Karen, my very dear friend. Her birthday is two days before mine. And after that, dinner with another set of dear friends. And then, after dinner........Twilight at midnight! Oh yes, I did. I waited and waited for this movie and finally at midnight I saw it. Now, this is someone who read all four books in fiv

Well, the green camoflage wallet is empty....and there is no Dragon awaiting my arrival in the mornings. That is what I call Success!!! However, this is what is sitting in my living room right now. That is, untill the playroom is completly cleaned out, and becomes Nachito's room, and Nachito's now room becomes the playroom. I'm exhausted just writing about it. It might be a few days, but Buddy promised that it will get done by Thanksgiving. It had better be done... Do you hear me Buddy? I know you sometimes read my blog. I can not host Thanksgiving for about 40 people with this in the living room. It just won't work. No, I can not just throw a tablecloth on it and consider it a table, it's tacky. I know how you think, we've been married long enough, and I know that would have been your plan. Please, please, move it. So, all in all it was somewhat of a success. I can much better handle an Air Hockey table in my house over the dreadful Bearded Dragon. So, family

You are an inspiration to me…. You are a shining star in our lives…. You have such a big heart... You are growing up so fast…. You have such a promising future…. You are the love of our lives... You are our Kai Kai…..

This, is what may or may not be greeting me every morning when I wake up Nachito. There is no doubt in my mind that every little boy is born with a gene. A gene that makes them want to at some point own something like the above. Some opt for a frog, I could handle. Some, opt for a snake, no possible way. Then there are the ones that want a lizard, excuse me....DRAGON. A bearded dragon. That is what this is, a bearded dragon. I was waiting for this day to come, it actually came about three months ago. He's researched...he has taken the trip to the pet shop to LOOK at them, he has plead his case numerous times. We have researched, we have plead our case numerous times. He won't let this go. We (Buddy) included can not for any moment come in contact with this supposably friendly lizard/dragon. "I will feed him, I will clean his habitat, I will do everything, I promise!" That is what he is promising. I am having an anxiety attack at this very moment, just imaging walking

Call me crazy, call me nostalgic. But once October comes, I can't help but get excited. Three Holidays back to back, four if I count my birthday. But wait.... I'm not having anymore birthdays. I, in my mind will be immortally 34 forever. Yes, immortal, maybe I am reading to much into those damn Twilight books that have consumed me for the past 6 days. I liked being 34, it was a good age and year for me. It's a good age to mentally stay at. And with that said, I will. Halloween is the first of these holidays that I love. I only wish that it would be a little cooler, but what can I expect when you live in the "Valley of The Sun". Yes, there is the whole finding costumes, yes the kids eat too much candy, but that is the whole fun of it. This year Nachito decided to be "Iron Man". It was another one of those mother/son bonding moments. I had not really wanted to see Iron Man, but since Buddy does not like to go to the movies, Nachito begged and pleaded w

I have this little boy, he is truly a boy. It's from one extreme to the other, a very girly , girl and a crickets in pockets, bugger eating boy. He gets obsessed with things, I don't know where he gets it. : ) For a week he talked and talked about carving his pumpkin for his pumpkin walk at school. The old me would have just skipped this whole pumpkin walk and offered a video game instead. The new me, needed this more than anything. I needed to go back to who I was before my life became so crazy. Having dropped off his sister at her usual hang out, dance. He and I went to pick the perfect pumpkin . He is a boy after all , so he had to find the biggest one. I reminded him that we would have to carry this pumpkin by ourselves, Buddy was working and it would have to be my weak muscles doing all the lifting. He settled for a medium sized one, he was jumping up and down so excited, it broke my heart. When we got home, he had his sketches ready for me to pick from. He wanted th

It's the start of a new competition year for Kassie and her friends at TDA . Just two years ago, we traveled to Utah for the same convention. This year the convention was held in SLC though. As I watch Kassie having so much fun with her friends, this is what matters. There is always going to be drama associated with any kind of competition, that is old news. Some people take it too serious, some not serious enough. I had been one of those moms that was pretty consumed with this lifestyle, so much so, that I created a business around this. It was all new to me two years ago, and so much has happened in the two years that followed. It was easy to get sucked in. You meet parents who, on the same token are as consumed or overly consumed with winning, winning, winning. There are the some that are team players, and some that when push comes to shove, fly solo. In SLC , I watched my daughter as she danced through classes, but all the while laughing and joking with her friends and it hit