it's that time of year again

the craziness is about to begin. late winter and early spring has got to be the busiest time of year around here. the tween plays baseball and the princess plays soccer. between the two of them we usually have practices 4 nights out of the week and every saturday both of them have games. more times than not their games are at the same time. which means the hub goes one way and i go another. we try to make a real effort to mix it up and not go with the same child every week.

the tricky part is when the hub has to work on saturdays. i am basically screwed on those days. how do i split myself in two? i usually call on family to help me pick up the slack. thanks goodness the parks they play at are only about a mile and a half away from each other. it makes it easy for me to try to see a little bit of both games. i would hate to miss the tween throw someone out at 3rd base or miss the princess making the game winning goal.

well, all this chaos will be in full swing the week we get back from maui. god, i am going to enjoy paradise. i am going to soak up every bit of calmness in those eight days that we will be there. and then it will be back to reality.

proud to have been there

when we went to d.c. last summer we had no idea what the outcome of the election would be. we are thanking our lucky stars it turned out the way we wanted. as i took this pic of the kiddos i could not have imagined, in my wildest dreams, the excitement that would be felt in a few months at the exact same spot we were standing. while we weren't there on one of the greatest days our country has seen in a long time, i am eternally greatful we went when we did. i love that the princess sees our great president on t.v. and she asks me, "mommy, remember when we saw his house?" i think their memories of our vacation made the inaguration very real and exciting for them. at least i hope so;)

father/daughter dance round 2

this is the hub and the princess on their way to last year's father/daughter dance. they had a great time with many memories made. next week they get to do it again. only this time it is "western" themed. the hub is not excited about it. of course, he is stoked to get a night out with the princess, but the thought of himself in cowboy getup is not settling well with him. hopefully i can accomplish getting him into the required attire. all the hub owns is premium denim so i am trying to convince him into a pair of levi's or *gasp* wrangler's. he's not having it. maybe i could throw a bandana on him and send him on his way. i am going to concentrate most of my energy on the princess' outfit and i am sure the hub's will just fall into place.

change has come

a new day in america has come. and i am so honored to have witnessed it. i am proud that my children will remember this day. great things are coming. thank you barack obama, for all that you are going to do.

shame on you

after school today i decided to take the kids to a fro-yo place nearby. as we were enjoying our delicious goods, a man and a woman walked in with their young daughter. i instantly noticed them because the little girl was pre.cious. well, they finished dishing up their fro-yo deliciousness and were ready to pay when i was able to get a closer look at the man's tattoos. since i have been tossing around the idea of permanently inking an itsy bitsy flower on my foot, i was pretty interested in his tattoos. the interest immediately stopped when i read on the back of his arm, "i treat every bitch like a slut." WHAT THE FUCK?!

i quickly disregarded the fact that his work of art was completely degrading to women. the fact that i couldn't shake was his precious daughter will someday be able to read those words. i wondered how he would explain his misogynism. i was completely appalled. now, if his wife is okay with the tattoo, more power to her. he, however, should have no right raising a daughter to believe she is a second class citizen.

he should be instilling in his daughter how amazing it is to be a girl. he should let her know she can be anything she wants to be in this world. he should be giving her enough love that she won't need to seek the love of other males at a young age. he should not be publicly disrespecting women in the name of art. he should be saving all his fro-yo money and putting it aside to get his tattoo removed.

sorry for the rant. it really struck a nerve, can you tell?;)

til next time

will you maui me?

almost 10 years ago, i married my best friend. in 24 days i get to marry him again. only this time it will be on a beach, in maui, at sunset. i am ecstatic to say my vows to him once again.

it is so hard to believe we are approaching 10 years of marriage. so many life changes have happened in that time. the tween was already here when we got married, but the princess followed 3 1/2 years later. we bought our first home. tried to buy our second home (damn real estate market). we have traveled to amazing places. i have watched him achieve his career dream. he has watched (and supported) me leave my career behind and follow my heart to be a stay at home mom.

when we were first married, i couldn't imagine what life would be like in 10 years. i am now living it and i LOVE it. I can't wait to see what the next 10 years has in store for us.

til next time

i wanna fork you

You Are a Fork

You are truthful, direct, and straight forward. People find your honesty to be a bit piercing at times. You are driven and wildly ambitious. You know what you want, and you take the most direct path to getting it.

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it's my birthday and i will cry if i want to

the dreaded 3-0 is in 16 days. i keep telling myself if i don't think about it, it won't happen. one word. denial. the details of the festivities are coming together. what a post that will be. by then i will have mastered adding images and links. promise.
till next time