A Storm's a Brewin'

So yesterday it was in the 60's here. 


I was literally sweating while running errands. 


It was glorious.


Today, however.....


I am preparing for an ice storm and possibly snow. 


Huh?


Yep. I am. Makes perfect sense right?


And a few years back our neighborhood was  out of power for FIVE whole days. 


My parents were in the dark for six. 


That is something I will NOT suffer through again, God willing. 


This time, our wonderful neighbor, who is also an electrician (or so he told us when he had his hands all over our wires) installed a "pig tail" to our breaker box. We'll be able to run our whole house on a generator....which my prince will bring home from work.


And just in case, I have fully charged all DSi's, laptops, cameras, portable dvd players, razors....you know, the important stuff.


I've stocked the fridge with roasts and makings for soups, stews, and chili. 


I have hot chocolate on stand by. 


I rented movies in case the satellite can't find a signal. 


I bought extra bullets in case the internet goes out. 

*insert fear stricken look*


We. are. ready. 


So now I say....


BRING IT!!!

Totally just kidding mother nature. I would be okay with a nice fluffy snow. But I really do not want another ice storm. Please forgive my false sense of preparedness and don't teach me a lesson. I swear I'm all talk!!!


In case you are in the path of the storm and you did not remember to run out and rent videos....here are a few short ones you might enjoy.


The first one is of a talented young man (3rd grade) who won a KISS t-shirt from Jaden's auction!





These boys (fifth grade) are personality plus! (Plus brains, plus athleticism, plus chick magnets...)



If you've been following me for a while, you'll remember Lil' Papi (1st grade). I am one of his groupies. (But in a totally non-creepy way, I swear.) *No officer, I have no idea why his parents took out a restraining order on me!

And last but not least, here are the teachers from my kid's school performing Thriller.

(I hope my boys don't get bad grades for me posting this!)

Day Three of Blog Therapy-Thankyouverymuch

Have mercy! With all these blog carnivals running around....who needs to leave the house for therapy anymore? 


Between Supah's Post It Note Tuesdays, Chief's What I Meant to Say Wednesdays, Kmama's Thank You Very Much Thursdays...I don't have much time to do any spontaneous blogging. 


I feel like I've been holed up at some therapy camp with Dr. Phil....except without all the yelling and stupid metaphors....no wait....I think there was a little yelling...but I don't remember any metaphors.


Anyfreud,


I am much more emotionally stable now....which trust me...is a really good thing for us all. I'm also able to practice getting a backbone standing up for myself.


So here goes...






To the wintry mix that's scheduled to arrive this weekend when I have plans for dinner and a movie with my girlfriends after MONTHS, and MONTHS, and MONTHS of the Prince being in the woods hunting leaving me at home with the kids....thankyouverymuch.


To the annoying show off, know-it-all person who is involved because you want to be in the know (not because you want to make things better) and whom I know is involved in stirring up trouble cause I am a therapist and I analyze EVERY. SINGLE. WORD. YOU. SAY. as well as interpret your body language...I'm on to you....thankyouverymuch.


To the diet I started 4 days ago (and not in January because you all were doing it gung ho then and I am a rebel renegade stubborn nonconformist hard headed *sigh* diet hater)....I am starving....please hurry up and get me over the hump and into the zone....thankyouverymuch.


To my twitter friends who did NOTHING to help talk me off the Girl Scout cookie ledge on day two....thankyouverymuch. Supah told me to jump. Just "weight" and see how supportive I'm going to be for her Skinny Chics in Sumo Suits challenge .


To the medical morons responsible for telling my friend Kmama who had to stress all night about taking her baby to be sedated and get an EEG today only to show up and find out the machines were acting up and they would be put on a standby schedule, but possibly will not be able to do it today at all even though she took the day off work....thankyouverymuch.


To the 240 million dollar lottery ticket who refuses to be bought by me so that I can make the world a better place, meet relatives I never even knew I had, and buy lots of pretty shoes....thankyouverymuch.


Now run on over to Kmama's Daily Dribbles to link up with other snarky thankful bloggers. And give Kmama some love while you are there. But please, no inappropriate groping and grabbing or JDaddy/Dawg will have to punch you out like he almost had to punch out Jared Leto . 


UPDATE: My link on Supah's Mr. Linky is wrong! This is an old post! If you want the current one go HERE!

What I Meant to Say - 4th Edition

To the you dude with the body by Budweiser and Hooters who was waxing his brand new Mercedes SUV outside his dilapidated mobile home....

What I said was....

Nice spinners.

What I meant to say was....

Are you kidding me?! 

Since when does your car costing more than your house make you cool? 

I understand that the ladies like a man with a nice car, but once you bring them home the jig is up!!

You're not fooling anyone. 

How did you even get that car?!  

Did you finance it? 

Did you pay with drug money cash? 

You might want to take a couple bucks and FIX THE HOLE IN THE ROOF! 

Unless you think the ladies dig trailers with convertible tops... 

But I'm going to let you in on a little secret......

WE DON'T! 

We enjoy waking up nice and warm (and dry) in the mornings. 

Your mom and dad must be so proud... 

Actually, she's not. 

I talked to her the other day and she thinks you are a loser too. 

She's praying you don't get some girl pregnant. 

She would prefer her grandchildren not grow up in a meth lab. 

And I really don't think that's too much to ask!!!

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go drink pray that my kids don't end up like this....

Do you have something you'd like to get off your chest? If so, click on that tag up at the top and join in. I promise, you'll feel much better after you do.

*Disclaimer: I am not making fun of people who live in mobile homes. Just douchebags who have a $100,000 custom car and $15,000 piece of crap mobile home.*

Post It Notes: Edition #11

It's Tuesday! 

You know what that means. 

All the cool kids are doing it...

You can join in and make your own post-its.

Click it.

And now without further adieu....

My dirty little (not so) secret....

Hello. My name is Princess and I am an addict.


I know, I know...we all are addicted to something.


I've dealt with many addictions in my life.


Diet Coke (a daily struggle)


M&M's (mmmmmmm...)


Chocolate Chip Pop Tarts (I kicked this one!)


Target (I replaced it with FaceCrack.)


FaceCrack (I replaced it with blogging.)


Why can't I be like all my skinny b*tches friends and be addicted to exercise?! 


Oh...yeah....I hate exercise. 
That might have something to do with it.


I had an Earth shattering experience this week. 
In Tuesday's post it notes I talked about getting a new laptop. 

*insert "ooohs" and "ahhhhs"*


I'm a little on the anal thorough side, so it took me a while to make my final decision. 
And still, I second guessed it the whole time I was writing my check. 


(Kidding MIITB ! I promise I did NOT write a check!)


I got home on Friday and pulled the sleek little machine out of the box. 
I almost peed my pants giggled out loud from being giddy. 


Finally the prince will have his own laptop and stop absconding with mine. I mean, normal druggies don't share their crack, do they?


(I'm assuming they do not. I've never actually seen crack in person...just on Cops.)


For those of you who don't know me, I'm not really the tech genius I appear to be.


(STOP LAUGHING! It hurts my feelings.....)


But ever since my father gave me my first VCR when I was a teenager and told me I could have it if I figured out how to hook it up, I have always tried to learn new things on my own. I'm the one in my house who hooks up all the electronics and such. The prince probably doesn't even know how to download iTunes. I always do it.

(Also, I have never had a flashing clock on the VCR. Mine was ALWAYS set.)


When we bought my MacBook (my first laptop), we hired Geek Squad to come set everything up. We got the Time Capsule which is an Apple device that doubles as a wireless router and an automatic wireless back up hard drive. The transition to Mac was overwhelming enough. I didn't want the stress of setting it all up too. I need my internet to google everything these days...like how to use a Mac. It's my on-line school.


But this time, I figured, "It can't be that hard. I'll get this new pc hooked up to the Apple wireless myself."


Did I mention that sometimes I act like a man and don't read the instructions first?


That's right. I just started clicking things and using the trial and error method.


Guess what?




ERROR!!!


I disconnected both computers from the internet!


I couldn't even get internet using the ethernet cord!!


Auuuuuggggghhhhhh!!!


Please, someone shoot. me. now.


I decided to give up on it and wait until I was of fresh mind to try again.


But now what?


I tried to watch whatever show the Prince was watching. (Yawn.)


I tried reading a real book with actual pages. 


I eventually gave up and went to bed....early. 


The Prince was in shock. 


The real kind. 


Where you need blankets and stuff...and possibly medical attention.


Saturday morning was really busy. I didn't get a chance to get back to it until late that afternoon. I punched buttons, clicked links, plugged and unplugged, reset, made best friends with the operator from my internet company's support team after an hour on the phone troubleshooting, and tried everything including reading the directions. (Which didn't really help AT ALL!) 


But eventually, I got it back! And on both laptops at the same time! 


It was a pure and total accident, but who's complaining?

NOT ME!!!


heaven.


So what did I really learn from all this?


I learned that the world will not stop spinning on it's axis if I miss anything on email, facebook or twitter. I learned that I will not self combust if I'm behind on reading blogs. 


I learned that sleeping for 9 hours feels kind of good every once in a while. 


I learned that you didn't even notice I was disconnected, but that some of you are nice enough to lie about it and tell me that you did.


So what now?


Do I go back and try to catch up with all the things I missed on blogs and facebook? 


Nope. 


I'm just starting fresh today.


If you need me, I'll be right here with my diet coke and m&m's....and of course, my beloved Mac. 

Happy Birthday Chiefy

Today is Chief's birthday.

*insert party horns and streamers*

I am fortunate enough to be friends with some really creative and talented people.

They let me ride their coat tails.

I'm not sure what I offer in return.

But I'm glad they let me tag along.

Here's a video tribute they put together....and stuck my name on.

Chief's Road Trip Song

What do Chiefy's dream of

When they take a little Chiefy Snooze

Do they dream of stabbin lil a$$ midgets

or of people wrapped in Sumo Suits?

But don't you worry your pretty RED head

we're goinna getcha back in hiding and

ignore what Duke said.

And then we're goinna sing you a

Happy Birthday Song

and then we're goinna give you some best friend love.

Chief.. Chieeeeeef.. Oh .. Chieffy CHief Chief..

But if she's been hugged by crazy a$$ readers....

well then we're sh*t outta luck.

Penned By MITTB
Video Work and Singing by Supah Mommy and Patti Labelle.
Awesome Pics We Didn't End Up Using and Idea By Princess

The Hangover was not harmed in the making of this little diddy. We do not own the rights to the song nor the movie.

Don't copy their our sh*t or I'll (Supah) make a movie about you. :)

Everything in purple was copied from Supah....

even though she said not to copy...

But I did because I'm running late for church. 

So I copy/pasted and changed the swear words...

cuz there's no swearing on my blog.

 But you'll have to bleep out Supah's cussy singin' on your own. 

I'm not talented enough to do any of that techie stuff.

Also, I have been without internet access since Friday afternoon. 

Just got it back. 

I've been DYING!!! 

I know you've been wondering where I was. 

(Pretend you noticed.)

Don't worry. 

I plan to blog about it, of course.

But first, I must go to church and give thanks for it.....

Sweet Toothed Playahs

I was in the grocery store the other day lingering around the bakery smelling all the sugar  checking out the fresh produce near the bakery when I overheard the sweetest thing ever.

Bakery Lady: "What do you want me to put on it?"

Note: I am standing nearby being nosy observant.

Keeper: "Oh, I'm not sure. My baby just got her first tooth and I wanted to get my wife a cake because she's all excited."

Ok now, feel free to go ahead and start getting all misty eyed and thinking gushy thoughts. Except for the one or two guys who openly read my blog....you can just shut it. We don't need anyone raining on our estrogen parade...except that I live for comments...so go ahead...I'll just act like I'm mad at you. ;)

Me: "Oh my gosh, that is soooo sweet! You are a keeper for sure!!"

Bakery Ladies: (all of them) *gushing profusely over keeper*

Keeper: (Standing there puffing his chest out like a turkey...or is it a peacock...or a penguin? I can't remember.) "Maybe we should put 'Got teeth?' on it."

Estrogen: "Ahhhh....perfect!"

How awesome is this man? I mean really! 

Or.....

....is he a playah...

....using cakes all over town to woo and pick up bakery ladies? 

(Those hairnets and aprons are very sexy you know.)

Whew, I almost fell for it too!

Thank goodness I am a happily married princess who has a keeper too...

What I Meant to Say - 3rd Edition

⬆⬆ See that there tag up there? ⬆⬆

Yeah, that one. Click it to participate.....or else.

Whaaaa? What do you mean "what else?!"

You really don't want to know.............

(I'm totally all talk. I wouldn't do anything. I'd just be really, really disappointed.)

When I looked at the TV and said Tony Romo, you are a *insert expletive of your choice* sorry excuse for a quarterback....

What I really meant to say was....

Tony Romo, you are no Roger Staubach or Troy Aikman!

When the prince said he was going hog hunting and I told him to have fun and be safe.....

What I really meant to say was...

Don't you dare bring any of that nasty wild hog home and expect me to eat it or serve it to the kids! You already litter my freezer with useless deer meat that I won't touch. (Except for the peppered bacon. I'll eat that.) I need room in there for good stuff....like ice cream! If I want pork chops or bacon, I'll just go to the grocery store or Costco. Oh yeah, and when did you become a big 'ol redneck?! This new love of yours is ruining my royal image!

Some of you who read my Post It's from yesterday seemed to think I was kidding about the prince going hog hunting. Here is a snip-it of video he shot yesterday.....

And I don't want to hear any crap from PETA fans. I married a man from Texas. Texans hunt. If you saw his sexy blue eyes you'd overlook his love for murdering God's creatures too.  RAWR!!

And for the record, we have no idea who that guy is that brought his VERY young child on the hog hunt! (He tagged along with someone else.) There is NO WAY I would let my boys go!! It is NOT appropriate for young eyes.

So to the man who brought his diaper wearing, pacifier sucking kid on a hog hunt....

What I really meant to say was....

Ummm, hello? Uh, yeah, is this the Department of Social Services? It is? Ok, I need to make a report.

Post It Notes: Edition #10

I really love Supah's Post It Note Tuesdays. Click here if you want to join in the fun...

My third memorial of the week....among other things...

Tune in tomorrow for Chief's blog carnival.

Double Shot of Memorials

CLOSED

This blog is closed (again) for MLK Day....and beautiful 60 degree weather.

*insert Princess jumping in the air and clicking her heels*

Here's my tribute to MLK holiday.

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I am also still mourning the loss of Gaines Adams, but plan to be back to regularly scheduled program tomorrow with SupahMommy's Post It Note Tuesdays .

RIP #93

The one where I help a friend...

Blogging has become my new obsession  cure for facebook a wonderful outlet for me to spew the random voices thoughts rattling around inside my head. 

Sometimes I spew with the intent to make you laugh and feed my ego by telling me how hilarious I am. 

Sometimes I do it as therapy. 


Through blogging, I have made some good stalkers friends. The mommy blogging community is very supportive. 

We do things like kick cancer's a$$ and fight big corporations. We give encouragement to friends who are hurting and need to hear kind words. It's awesome. 


I have a blog friend who has asked for my help. There is no way I could ever deny her especially since she lives near my brother in law and will surely cut me up into little pieces and throw me into the river the next time I visit.


Please click on the link below to see a post by JennFabulous. 


Ok...that's not her real name. 


But it should be. 


And if you can help or know someone who would be willing, please do so. If you are one of my local friends, feel free to talk to me directly about this. 


click this link 


If you've ever been involved with anyone who has gone through this horrible disorder, you know how devastating it can be and how helpless their family members feel. This is one of the ways we can help this family begin to heal. You don't have to actually know people to help them. All you have to do is open up your heart.


Oh, and if anyone has access to a plane or know someone who does, please go here to read about this desperate plight. 


Haiti Needs Help 


Pick one. Or pick both. Either way...stop talking about how awful situations are and start doing something. Even if it's just a text to donate $10 from your phone. 


Let's remind everyone that Americans are awesome people...