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Sorry there was no Thursday Thirteen this week, I was up all night with a very fussy teething baby and then I had a dentist appointment first thing in the morning. I feel as though someone punched me in the side of the face six times. On top of it all, me and the hubbs have been sick for the last two days. Today I received a very deep filling and scaling and root planning which basically means a very deep very painful cleaning on my back teeth. With a drill. I will write again soon! ; D

For this weeks Wordless Wednesday I am going to brag some more about my new stuff I got with the tax refund. Why? Because I’m freaking cool like that.

Have I mentioned I love refund time? I FRUXADECKXXING LOVE REFUND TIME! …Perhaps that will do it.

These pictures are of my new photography lighting kit. I cannot describe the excitement I have over having these beauties. Now my portraits can be 100 Bwazimillillion x better.

A good friend of mine put a good chunk of money on a gift card for me to get these for Christmas, but I decided I wanted different, tiny bit more expensive ones so I had to wait until now to get them. BUT THEY ARE SO FREAKING AWESOME. Now, if only people would come visit me, I would have models for my pictures. (Per se, pregnancy pictures of a certain relative of mine!) Well, what are ya gonna do? I can always just subject my kids to hours of unnecessary cute puffy-wuffy-WHY-ON-EARTH-ARE-YOU-MAKING-ME-WEAR-THIS-MOM photography.

Photography lighting

Umbrella lighting

Umbrella lighting

I was tagged by Vixensden to participate in Crazy Eights so here goes!

8 Things I’m passionate about
 

My husband

My Children

Photography

My friends

Being a good mommy

My extended family

Love

Finding humor in my life

8 Things I want to do before I die
Own my own home


Get my kids through college


Own my own photography store

Visit other countries

Finish learning to speak Spanish


Watch my daughters walk down the isle to a deserving husband                                            


Hold my granbabies one day

Renew my wedding vows

8 Things I often say
“Don’t poke the baby’s eye out!”
“Okay, I have a question…”
“How was your day?”
“I love you so much!”
“You pretty girl!”
“You are so smart!”
“Where is your juice?
“What should I make for dinner?”

8 Books I’ve recently or currently reading
I have two small children. I don’t have time to read. I barely have enouh time to have a blog! 

8 Songs I could listen to over and over
 

Smashing pumpkins – Ava Adore
 

Don’t fear the Reaper – Gus 

A forest – The Cure

Lucky you – Deftones

Locked in a cage – Skillet

Happy birthday – The Birthday Massacre

Lovesong – The Cure

Blue – A Perfect Circle

8 Things that attract me to my best friends

Humor ———- Honesty
 Intelligence ————— Wit
Positivity ———- Good listener
Outspoken———– Loyal

8 People I think should do Crazy 8s

For this I think I will use some of my recent commenters. Because I luff them! ❤

http://adayinthelifeofamomofsix.blogspot.com/

http://morethananelectrician.wordpress.com/

http://www.homeschoolimage.blogspot.com/

http://divinityjasmine.wordpress.com/

http://www.suzannesez.blogspot.com/

http://igottatheory.blogspot.com/

http://mylittledrummerboys.blogspot.com/

http://driftwoodandsanddollars.blogspot.com/

When I first heard that Bush was asking to pass a tax relief bill to stimulate the economy I was actually rather offended. Not at the tax relief, but at why I was getting it. I was watching BBC News, and they were talking about how he wanted to give it to lower income families because they would be more likely to spend it rather than invest or save the money. My first thought was, ‘Who’s to say that I won’t spend the money wisely? That is definitely stereotyping!’ After only a few moments though, my thoughts had drifted to, ‘Hmm, I wonder what cool stuff I could get with that extra money!’ I then realized that sometimes, just sometimes, stereotyping is right.

We received our tax refund a couple weeks ago, and although it’s not gone, there is a serious chunk missing. Well, I wouldn’t say missing, as I can see it all around me (Haha). Right now I am typing my first post on my new laptop. Not only my new laptop my FIRST laptop.

My husband and I have been living in the past for far too long. Most of the people I know who are close to my age have the following things; A laptop, surround sound or some kind of half-arsed attempt at a home theater system, a gaming console (X-Box, Playstation, or Wii), and an mp3 player (namely an iPod). We don’t have didn’t have any of these things. Nor had we ever had any of these things.

Now, I am not a very materialistic person…no, wait, yes I am. Well, never mind on that statement. Is it a huge deal to be materialistic? Should I be ashamed? I know money doesn’t buy happiness, but does that mean it can’t bring a little simple joy? Or in my case, intense overwhelming joy? The kind of joy that makes me want to scream from my balcony, “HEY! I HAVE A FREAKING NINTENDO WII!” but don’t in fear that someone will come in my house while I am sleeping and swipe it, leaving a note behind saying “Thanks for letting me know!”?

Last night we threw a Wii party. Yes, you heard that right, a Wii party. If there is no such term it doesn’t matter because I just invented it. It’s kind of like a housewarming party, but more like a Wii-warming party. There was delicious food, cooked by my father (thanks for cooking, dad!), Guitar Hero, bowling, and wine and beer for the participating parties. We thoroughly broke in our Wii and we enjoyed every minute of it. My husband mastered Guitar Hero 3 on easy within the first 24 hours (I know there must be a couple of you out there that have mastered, or know someone who has mastered this game on expert and are laughing your butts off at how proud of this fact I sound) but I, however am still struggling through songs trying not to be booed off stage. Sad, but true. We had a great party. I know we are total nerds for being so excited about this, but it’s okay. It feels good to finally have all the cool stuff everyone my age has. Well, at least everyone my age in this ritzy suburb of San Diego I live in, and it feels good to be a nerd.

My Guitar Hero hand hurts and we still have the extra tax relief coming! No, really, we have to spend at least that wisely.

These are funny.

Fake Wii Safety instructions.

You never know, one day you may have the urge to do this with your Wii! They make a lot more sense after you read this postby kotaku.com. Click picture for larger view.

Fake Wii safety instructions

I love long exposure photos, there is just so much you can mess around with. Sometimes, if you mess around enough, you end up with some pretty crazy pictures. I’ll get to those in a minute.

First, sorry no Thursday 13 this week. We spent most of the morning at the dentist office for Kayla. She needed two fillings in her front two teeth. It was a traumatic morning for the both of us to say the least! Instead of putting her under like some dentists do (which is good because her body never takes that well), this one straps her to a board, straps her hands to her legs, and then her whole body to the board.

It’s pretty much a giant straight jacket for kids.

They would still give her shots to numb her mouth and everything-although they didn’t need to for her since hey were just surface fillings- but it’s simple a way to get them to hold my giant amazon kid still. She has the strength of thirty men. I swear.

I still couldn’t stand watching her. Although I could tell she wasn’t in pain because she screamed the loudest during the part where they were cleaning her teeth with the polisher that [I think] actually feels good, and while they were rinsing her mouth out with the sprayer and suctioning. She calmed down when they were doing the drilling on the surface of her tooth which I thought was the part where she would cry more, but it turned out she was getting quiet because secretly under her straight jacket she was freeing her hands while devising a secret plan to stick that drill in the dentist’s eye. Lucky enough for him, his lovely assistant managed to grab her escaping hand about half a second before it was too late.

After that we took her to Toys ‘r’ Us. We wanted to make up for making her go to the dentist and reward her for being good. Even if she did try to take out the dentist with his own drill. So what, I have the urge to do that every time I go to the dentist as well.

Anyway, there was a lunar eclipse on Wednesday night, for those of you who missed it! It was pretty freaking cool looking! There were so many clouds out there though it was hard to get any pictures. The clouds cleared only twice, so I got what I could. It’s sad that I stood out there in the cold for an hour trying to take pictures of this thing and I only got a couple usable pictures! But not as sucky as it went for my mother, who upon arriving outside; set up her tripod, camera and adjustments, just to find out that her camera was dead. Dead camera = no usable pictures. It was very nice of her to stand out there with me for an hour, complaining about the great shots she was missing keeping me company in the cold.

Here are some of the lunar eclipse shots I got. Like the two.

And one towards the end when the sunlight hit the side of the moon.

As the night progressed I played more with my camera and took various other night shots.

No, I was not the one driving during those pictures!

 

My favorite pictures, however, are the following three. They may not look like much, just some pictures of some hills and all, but the story behind them is actually pretty cool. My husband and I are thinking about moving into another place soon. There is a waiting list for them, which I’m told we will be at the top of next week, and we are seriously debating whether or not to move. We love our place now, it’s big, in a very high class and pretty area of San Diego, and we have lived here for the last two years. We in no way feel cramped (it is a rather large floor plan) but I know we will be very shortly as the children grow. These apartments would add an extra 10-15 minutes to my husbands already annoyingly long commute and would cost us more in rent per month but there would be a third bedroom, 300 extra square footage, beautiful views, in an even nicer area, and we would be living right next to my brother and sister-in-law, which would be really cool.

After I shot those pictures of the lunar eclipse and hung out for a while at my parents house, we headed for home, but decided to drive an extra 12 minutes out of our way to drive by our potential new home. We decided to drive up the road from them to see what else was around it and when we got about ¼ of a mile up the road the road ended in this little turn-about. It was 11:30 at night and the kids were asleep in the back so we decided to get out. It was so incredibly dark out there, we couldn’t see city lights or anything. We could barely see the outline of the hills reflecting from the moon. My hubby said,

“Why don’t you take some pictures?”

 “Of what?” I replied. “It’s nothing but dark out here.”

“Leave the shutter open for as long as you can.” He said.

So I did. I couldn’t even tell what I was going to be taking a picture of. I was somewhere I had never been before, in the middle of the night, setting up my tripod. So, I set up my camera and set the shutter to say open the longest it could. These were the pictures I got. You would never believe I took these at 11:30 at night, in pitch black.

 

It was pretty crazy to see these come up on my screen when I couldn’t even see what I was taking a picture of, and all I was expecting to see come up on the screen was darkness.

 

I found this post by amotherlikeallothers through morethananelectrician who had just left a comment on my blog (who you should also visit). It is a really funny post and I like the way she writes. From what I can tell she just started out and is NOT feeling the love with her blog stats or comments. Hopefully this will help bring some readers to her site, because I know once you start reading her you’ll continue to do so. Go check it out and leave her some love! Do it! I said so! ; P

Here it is in all it’s glory.

 

Yes, it looks simple enough, but when accompanied by lost screws and screaming children, trying to put this beast up while the hubby was at work was possibly the worst idea I’ve had.

After trying for about three hours, I gave up and waited for Mr. Fix It to get home. He found the lost screws (they were right near the rest of the screws–so technically they were not lost at all, I’m just blind) and put the rest of it together in about 20 minutes.

…Show off.

Her first night in it I was bracing myself for very little sleep. We’ve tried this before, her crib turns into a toddler bed, and she was always TERRIFIED at the thought of not having that rail there, to the point of crying until we put it back up. I wanted to do this transition a long time ago but I didn’t want to force it on her. The closer we were getting to her third birthday, the more I worried why any toddler would still want to be in a baby crib. So we thought, maybe if we got a whole new bed she would focus more on how cool it was she has a new princess bed and less on the fact that it was a big scary change like in the crib when we took of the rail.

It worked, this is day two and we haven’t had a single problem. Actually, she thinks she can’t get out of bed, like there is some invisible rail there –we were also worried she would just get out of bed and play with her toys all night instead of sleeping, but that hasn’t been a problem at all! She sits on her bed and will actually yell “mama! mama!” until I come pick her off her bed. I’m not sure why she doesn’t realize there is not anything stopping her from coming to get me herself, but hey, we will take what we can get.

My daughter, the only child on the face of the planet that refuses the ability to get out of her bed a million times a night whenever she feels like it.

I’m sure my time will come soon enough.

For dinner tonight; an order of complete an utter chaos with a side of total insanity.

Never try to care for two small children at the same time while putting together a toddler bed. Screws will be lost. Tantrums will be thrown, tears will be shed, and yes, you will lose your mind.

 
Thirteen Reasons I am excited to be an auntie!

1. Because little babies are cute, and even though I just had one you can never have enough babies around.

2. Because this will be my first niece or nephew on my families side.

3. So my two youngsters have a little cousin to play with, close in age.

4. Because my brother will make an excellent father, and his wife will make an excellent mother.

5. Because there is a good chance there will finally be a boy in the family! (but I’m not putting all my eggs in one basket!)

6. Because I get to be there for the birth and I get totally excited about people birthing babies! (I know, I’m weird. I could watch a baby story and birth day live for hours on end.)

7. There will be another baby for me to focus my attention on so I won’t focus on my other need to incessantly make babies. Hahaha.

8. I will get to babysit a lot. They may not know this yet, but whether or not they like this, it’s true.

9. I can’t wait to see how cute their little chubster is going to be.

10. We will have way more in common with them (my brother and soon-to-be sister in law) and they won’t get so bored with talk of diapers and babies.

11. I can’t wait to see how pale in the face my brother is going to get during the delivery.

12. I have an excuse to buy cute new baby stuff!

13. I can’t wait until they get to feel that strong loving bond parents feel with their babies, that no matter how much you try to imagine during the pregnancy, always ends up amazing you beyond belief.

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I can’t stop saying it! My little brother and his fiancé ARE 9 WEEKS PREGNANT! I JUST found out…I am going to be an AUNTIE and my babies are going to have a cousin!!! OH MY GOSH!

Oh and my Wordless Wednesday is below…

Why does it feel as though I have done so many of these WordlessWednesdays and I have actually only done nine? Hmmm. The questions that keep me up at night… ; D

This is a locket I got my daughter on her first trip to Disneyland in January. I promised that I would fill it with a picture of mommy and daddy for her but I keep forgetting. I don’t want to cut up any pictures so tonight that is my goal, putting pictures of mommy and daddy in.

See I told you those pictures of me would serve some sort of a purpose!

Today I was bored so I whipped out the camera and decided to take some pictures.

Only I didn’t want to leave my house.

And I couldn’t think of anything else to do…so, I got all dressed up and took pictures of myself.

HEY!

Don’t even pretend like you’ve never done it! It’s fun and some day my kids will be glad they had some pictures of me when I was young. I don’t know, that’s just the excuse I tell myself. Anyways, last night I was cruising the net and I came across Sarcastic Mom’s blog. Actually, I think I have seen it a couple other times we have given a few comments to each other in the past… *Anyways!* She has started this photo documentary called Everyday Me –she has a lot of things she does everyday including one on a different part of her body every day for a year, you should check that out as well.

I thought that was a really cool idea especially after I saw the video another blogger had already made of hers. Here is the video;

It’s pretty frickin’ cool, huh? Well, I showed it to my hubby and he decided he wanted to do it (He doesn’t even have  a blog), so I decided I wanted to give it a try too. My hubby also thought it would be a good idea to do the kids as well. Wouldn’t it be neat to actually watch them age? Maybe I’ll live in a dream world and play it in reverse when I’m done, watch them turn back into babies!

So I already took a picture for today (and kids and hubby too), I went ahead and did it while I was all dressed up for the other pictures I was going to take. I think I will start the [blog] page about it once I get a few more pictures going. Hopefully, this isn’t just another one of the things I try to start but then get bored and give up. But, I do that a lot so ya never know…

Anyways I took some self portraits, I haven’t done any in a while these ones were just for fun and not in relation to that other project. But I’ll share anyways. ; D

 

 

 

; P

I have never liked country. I grew up listening to Boston, Journey, The Eagles, Steve Miller Band, Heart and things to that matter.

I am very much a rock girl, brought up by rock parents. My dad’s favorite band ever was Pink Floyd and has been listening to it since I can remember. My favorite bands encompass that of Nirvana, Tool, Nine Inch Nails, Bush, etc. This may seem odd to a lot of you, but I am only 23. My parents were young parents as well, I doubt if my mom would like me sharing her age with all of internetland so I’ll let you do the math. She had her first kid when she was 21…that kid was me.

…I have a dirty confession. About a year ago I began listening to *SOME* country.

In private.

With all the doors locked.

I have to admit, some of it isn’t that terrible.

Now, I listen to it every time I clean the house. I think it just motivates me. Nothing against my all time favorite bands but there is nothing chipper or motivational about “I’m so happy. ‘Cause today I found my friends. They’re in my head. I’m so ugly. But that’s ok. ‘Cause so are you. We’ve broke our mirrors.” 

Some country just makes you smile. I kinda like that. Like this video; Craig Morgan’s ‘Little bit of life.’

But I guess I can say that I am a sucker for tear-jerkers. I think it feels good just to have a good cry every now and then and for some reason, this next video does that to me. I bawl like a baby every time. Even if you don’t like country, I recommend watching it. The song is beautiful and it’s worth your time.

Warning: It very well may make you cry. Unless you are nota wuss. Then you’ll be totally unaffected and I’ll look like an ass. Here is Jamie O’Neal’s; ‘Somebody’s Hero.’

Now, just for good measure and so my husband doesn’t kill me, here is one of my favorite songs–It also reminds me the most of my Dad. Pink Floyd’s ‘High Hopes.’

Today was Kayla’s evaluation for occupational therapy. We have had so much grief with referrals, primary care doctors and insurance I was glad to just have it over with. Now we have to wait for them to “score” her evaluation and submit it to the insurance to see if they’ll cover it. Ugghh.

She loved going though, she got to color and play with blocks. OT has now been coined the “fun dodtor.”

She brought her new troll doll with her because she has this new obsession of bringing her toys with her wherever we are going and then making me carry on conversations with them in public. All the toys refer to me as ‘mama’ and they usually want to tell me they are hungry or that they want to go to grama and papa’s house or try to convince me to take them swimming even though it is 60 degrees outside. It must be pretty interesting to see me in the grocery store telling a troll doll, “I’m sorry but we only go over to grandma and papa’s house on the weekends but I will be more than happy to take you on Saturday.”

At the doctors office, Kayla forgot her Troll doll in the waiting room while we went back into the office for her Eval. When we came out I had to finish filling out some forms so we sat in the waiting room for a while, during which Hubby noticed that Troll doll was entertaining another child waiting in the waiting room. It was no big deal, Kayla was playing with something else and I still had another page to go so I just went back to filling out the paperwork. Not long after that, a woman came out and called the child back for his appointment. We sat there and didn’t say anything (Kayla has SO many toys it wouldn’t make even the slightest difference) but as they were wheeling his stroller back the mom said “Honey, you’ve got to leave that out here for the other kids to play with.” The child set down the toy on the nearest chair and the woman calling them back snapped back “Oh, he can do whatever he wants with that, it’s not ours. We don’t buy toys like that.” After that we had to sneak over, grab he doll and stash it under one of Ava’s blankets. We wouldn’t want to be seen carrying one of those toys.

Am I missing something? It’s a doll.

When we got home we had lunch (I’m not even going to tell you what because it was so deliciously good and so deliciously bad for you I cannot even say it out loud.)

Okay, it was KFC. But damn it has been so long since we got KFC and it is so tasty. I just worry that my arteries are clogging up as we speak.

Once we had eaten it was time for nap time and since my husband works nights we decided to all take a nap together (which never happens, so it was totally awesome). Ava, however had other plans and decided she was going to be a fuss bucket and kept whacking me and hubby in the face. I could tell she was tired, but she just kept fighting it and fighting it unil it dawned on me; she wasn’t wearing her favorite jammies! These jammies. I don’t know what it is about those fleece jammies but she refuses to sleep AT ALL without them. I keep the heat at 74 in our apartment (I know, I’m not doing my share with the energy crisis! Sorry! I have two small children and a husband that is like 130 lbs. He is like a chihuahua, if I turn the heat down to 72 he will shiver and shake until I feel sorry enough for him that I go turn it up.) So I know she can’t be cold! She just loves those jammies! After I put them on her it took about 2 minutes for her to pass out completely. I’m talking like 120 seconds people. I have to solicit my mom for the remaining two pairs she told me she would make. If you’ve got small children, I suggest you do the same. They will sleep like, well….babies.

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