Blah

I'm just blah. So here we go.... my fairy godmother with her fairy wand (somehow I keep picturing a huge hairy guy in drag whenever I think fairy godmother!) isn't going to show up and zap my grumpy sad ass out of bfe anytime soon so I gotta make this work. My cooking to keep my mind off it habit is also the reason why I'm still 20 lbs up after quitting smoking. Chunky butt is tired of being a chunky butt. I miss my thinner self. So time to get busy.

Ordered a pilates cd and workout ball for the house.... cause you know my days of walking outside in 20 and below temps are just over. Period. Over. That shit is for the birds and I ain't no bird. Come to think of it, I never see any birds just hanging around either so yeah. Once I have everyone gone and I start my chores (usually laundry or cleaning my tiny stone house) then I can do my exercise stuff. I'm also digging out my smaller free weights (hello storage unit) and a jumprope. Don't judge. I'm making a list and I have this huge problem (OCD) with a list being unfulfilled. Plan is to make a list for each day for the next two weeks. (I can always add stuff I need to do to my generic beginner list, see I've thought this shit through, don't hate because I get this little sense of accomplishment from checking something off a list) Each night before bed, put new list up on fridge.... scheming to irratate myself is a new low. Did I mention that I can resist a list?

I also made my grocery list and included stuff to start back on my protein shakes for breakfast. I'm not a breakfast eater, but I will drink a protein shake. I'm a drinker. So here we go. Pulling myself up by my bootstraps and kicking my own ass. :) Join me on my bitchy ass journal. It'll be a hoot. I'll try and make you as miserable as I am myself!

Oh and vote for Mitt.... cause at least he hasn't committed treason. Effffing Obama!

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Week in picture review

Drooling over my Studman...who has been working his butt off. Managed to get out of my pjs and dress for church. We scouted some hunting areas. They hot their tags bought. Duch had her first Halloween party. Prin headed out hunting. Duch had her last soccer game, we froze watching that crap cause according to her only bad moms sit in a heated truck to watch.... so I wrapped up and sat fieldside...I'm a sucker. Spent yesterday evening riding with Dave when he took some equipment to his guys in the field... he cracks me up. Also noted some weird stuff on the shelves, while shopping at she local wally store an hour and half from here. Started snowing here and we seeing temps in low 20s. I hate that.

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Punkass Chance

Over the years, Dave has always referred to "Chance". See "Chance" is the slick shit that will show up at the door asking to talk to Princess one day. "Chance" is gonna lose his teeth. Dave has planned "Chance"s demise for years, basically since Prin could walk. Yeah, whatever his name, he'd be blond, slimy and have a gay name, Dave was convinced.

"Chance" turned out to be Jory.

This afternoon Prin walks up and hands me her phone asking if I recognize this number that was texting her.  Hmmm, nope. So she asked. Turns out Jory is a boy in her English and History classes. She has no clue what he wants, lol. She was seriously freaking out and called her dad. Cause she texted little Mr. Jory and said exactly "my dad dont let me text boys" and Jory replied with "give me his number, I'll ask permission" ...... excuse me? Apparently little Montana boys have some serious BALLS. I about swollowed my tongue laughing so hard. Poor dumb boy. YOu asked for it. Happily gave over Dave's cell number.

On the way home from a drive this evening, Dave gets a very polite text from Jory with his full name and requesting permission to text Princess..... Dave is really trying to keep his shit together at this point. He texts back and then patiently sits silent.

You know I read that shit:

His response to Jory: Princess can not text boys. So no. Find a better use for your time.

bahahahahahahaha

Poor Jory.... seriously though kid, if you'd met Dave five years ago, I'd be bailing Dave out of jail for kicking your daddys ass.

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Smexy shit

My momma sent me a hat.... shit is warm!!!!!

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She gets that honestly....

Mom do you have a handbook? You know that book of rules and regulations? Cause at recess, me and my friends were playing tag on the castle and Mrs. Groucher tells us it's against the rules and we had to sit out. I need that handbook to prove my case. Mrs. Groucher is Mrs. Grouchy and she's wrong!

Yeah, that was my kid today. She was PISSED yo. And Mrs. Grouchy? OMG she's a snarky snot huh?

Dave was like oh hell, she's a rule bender like you! ;)

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Another week down..

Review in pics. .. sideways cause I've yet to figure out why they r sideways... crap

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WTF?

Princess is chilling on the couch with Murphy watching tv with me.... and casually mentions: "I'd really like a set of throwing knives for Christmas" ....

Excuse me?

Hell to the Effffffffffffing NO

WTH?

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We Tore It Up

So I'm baaaaaaaaaaaack.

I love my husband. He rocks my world yo..... for sixteen (?) years, he's just cool as hell. And spoils me, and I totally don't deserve it. But who am I to correct his ways?

So he had his yearly budget stuff going on last week, and wouldn't you know it was in Idaho where we were previously living (remember my beautiful log cabin on the side of a mountain, yeah me too). So knowing that my Connie Poo and I were so sad since we hadn't needed bail money together in months, he offered to take us along.

Wait, you will take me back to Idaho.... and stay in that cute little bed and breakfast with the ginormous tub and the hot pools and the Connie and her kids (convientantly bffs with my kids)?

No brainer peeps.

I took about 30 soaks in that tub. Weird, turns out that Montana is very very dry. Like scaley peeling nasty ashy shitty skin dry. I'm narly looking. But Dave has determined that since I don't drink water, I must suck it in through my skin..... my skin is so freaking perfect after the hot pool soaks. But we're back now so I'll be ashy and gross in 3-2-1.....

Connie Poo and I laughed so hard that my stomach hurt bad. I wet myself once and had multiple close calls. I took over her kitchen and cooked for both families. Her teenaged son who I've rarely seen outside of his room, suddenly became my new best friend.... I think it was my chocolate chunk cookies.

We went on a double date with our husbands who are strangly very similar! They saw a boy movie and we saw Pitch Perfect, fun shit! Fat Amy cracks my chubby ass up!

I colored her hair. It didn't go well. In my defense, she picked the box color out and I just did the rinse. Wait, is it my fault if I was just the slave labor? I don't think so..... I need to discuss this with her and her extremely pinkish hair.

We got our pedis on. I have frankensteins on my big toes. Cute as hell. Shit, sorry... my inner girl was showing.

So in Idaho we also picked up some parts for Dave's latest project. We are building our own A R-1 5s.(sorry but by spreading out the name, maybe it won't pull in a keyword search) Four of them to be specific. One for each of the family, just because ....well you never know when you will need those in your arsenol. Right? Plus, can I point out that we move often with his work and there is only one small part of a build kit that is registered.... cause I'm of the opinion that one day, those registery lists will be used for something I won't like! Just sayin.....

The kids got to get some awesome shopping in... they were adorable with their allowance. Each gets a monthly allowance and I just have to point out that Dave is a freaking genius. Other than must haves and a few (very few) wants, they have to buy their own stuff. Those awesome boots that she just has to have..... out of her allowance.... those earrings that she must have.... ditto.... that toy....ditto ditto..... brilliant. In the two months since he started it, both kids have shown a new tendency to step back from the really expensive stuff if they don't really need it. Prin passed up a A&F hoodie because it was more than one month of her allowance. She is learning to disclipline herself. Did I mention that my Dave is the man?  I'm just a little nervous he's gonna give me an allowance!

Oh and the 14 plus hour truck ride for this little trip? For the record... let me just say that my man has the patience of Job. If he wasn't taking us, he'd have taken a quick little plane ride and boom been there with a rental car and a nice hotel room. Instead, he got to drive my truck (I love my truck) packed with girls, girl stuff and the Murphy man who we had to drop off at doggie spa in the nearest big city.... little turd was spoilt rotten. Back to Dave, not only did he do all the driving (except the 20 minutes through Bozeman when he was napping and I took a shortcut that wound up taking us straight through west yellowstone and the damn 55 mph speed limit, urgh .... he was not amused, although he admitted it was really purty!), he also listened to all our music until he found a Randy travis gospel cd at a truck stop and played it NONSTOP... thank goodness for earplugs and my ipod... poor kids ...... He stopped everytime someone was snacky or had to pee and he did all this without a single complaint. Turns out he might really enjoy having us around all the time. huh.....

He even smiled when the CEO of his company (from Canada yo) got to meet me in my pjs.... long story short... I was just up from a nap in a sweatshirt and tights when he calls to say he was almost outside... early for the day.... yeah, the CEO was nice enough to drop him off..... at the door .... where I stood in my pjs.... he came and met me. I was so flustered. Dave got mega points for looking real proud to introduce me. Bless his heart, I'm his burden. (anybody ready to give him a medal yet?)

So now we are here, back in our little Montana town. Unpacked late last night, fell into bed with a very happy to be home Murphy man. This morning, kids went to school... Dave went to work... and then boom.... I started laundry. By noon, I'd managed to do eight small loads (dang small washer/dryer.... I miss mine but they are in storage) and I'd managed to sort all the stuff and put away. Even managed to strip bed and put on fresh bedding WHILE catching up on my shows I missed. Hello, Major Crimes and Project Runway! However, by noon.... I was at the end of my rope. Prin walks home for lunch sometimes and today when she came home.... there was nothing quick to eat so that meant that I needed to hit the grocery store for lunch stuff AND finish another eight loads of laundry. I cheated. I haven't used a laundrymat since we were E4s but I did so today yo! I rocked that dang laundrymat and got everything done in 1.14 hours. Bedding? check. Bleached my whites? check. Got all Dave's fancy dress shirts hung up and purty (never thought I'd type that shit, I might need to go back to work)....? check. Yeah, well my chores got done in time for the rain to start. Now to just clean the house.

That can wait till tomorrow. I'm going to snuggle up to my dearest husband.

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Lazy asses..

Instead of a hike, we took a four wheeler

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Having a ball....

I heart Idaho!!!!! Be back soon.

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Roundtrip 74321

Tomorrow bright and early.... I'm packing up some yummy baked goods, some kids, a dog heading for doggie spa, a diesel driving daddy and we heading out.  Going to visit my bff...... and Dave has work. Here we go.....

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Volleyball all done

Princess had her final vb game yesterday. They won... kicking some butt. Prin did great.  Sidenote: the workouts for vb..... she's lost 12 lbs. Dang, sign me up

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In business babee

Got off my lazy ass and put blogger on my phone. Its pics galore yo.  Here's a brief overview of my week for ya..... snow. Soccer. Braces. Football. And more.... I'm back babee.

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Blah

I have literally been doing nothing.

Oh sure, I've done cooking, laundry, thinking about the gym, doing school work, chasing kids around and sleeping.

But otherwise I'm a boring dud....

And it snowed today.

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.



PS: I'm ready to go home now please. Scotty, beam me down.....

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