10 things part VI

"Enjoy the little things in life, for one day you may look back
and realize they were the big things" ~ Author Unknown

10 Things, part VI

As I grow older( yeah 29 tomorrow) and with each passing year I have learned to love the small things life presents. Just yesterday I was driving to work and I loved that between all the bright green grass and budding trees there were these beautiful purple wild flowers. It felt like I was supposed to slow down and see my favorite color peeking out from the woods. Secretly, I wanted to pretend that they were only there for me to see, my present for the day. (Actually, I was kicking myself for not having my camera handy).

So, the sixth thing I love about my life is how I've grown to appreciate the small things that show up in my life. Whether it was a beautiful sunrise or a patch of green grass in a rotting garden, I love the little things.

I love when out of no where on a rough day with JC, he will lean on me and not say anything. I love when I get in the car from a long day at work and I hear the perfect song to whisk me away from a bad mood. Or when I smell something that takes me back in time to remember someone I miss. I cherish it all.

Photography has been one way I have tried to capture the small things that make me so very happy at that moment. Go see over there, click on my flickr badge. Trees for example, since taking photos of just about everything I have this huge fascination with trees. I love the way the leaves move in the wind or how the branches grow crooked and how the bark gives a tree personality. I love it.

So today, as I look for the small things in life, I encourage you to find something of your own. If you find it, let me know, I'd love to know yours too.

10 things, part V

10 things, part V

"Make new friends, but keep the old, one is silver and the other gold..."

Way back when, possibly in the first grade ,I remember signing this in my brownie troop while learning about friendship. To this day, I truly believe friends old and new are so very important and each special person holds a certain place in your heart.

Sadly over the years I have lost many friends. Whether it was me becoming a mother very early, not going away to school or just plain growing up, they are gone and I miss each person so very much. Only fond memories to overshadow what feels missing.

Now for the first time in many, many years I feel like I have friends. Friends that I can genuinely laugh with, talk to and share my crooked humor with. Having people that just accept you for who you are, what you stand for and just "get you" is such a wonderful feeling that I miss having in my life. Besides my husband, sister and my family, there are not that many people I have let into my life(personally outside of the blog Some days it feels like I'm a butterfly opening my wings for the first time. It's quite lovely. Quite lovely.

So, my fifth thing I love about my life is friendship, both old and new.

I can't think of a title...

After a difficult weekend, it's days like this that keep me going.
I couldn't keep my eyes off of him.
I loved it, family, sun and boating.
Perfect.

modnaR ...Random...

* This morning I realized that I'm coming up on my one year anniversary of not smoking. Which made me think about how much money I have saved. Let's do the math...



I smoked about 3 packs a week at about $4.10,

which totals about $16.40 a week.



That's $65.60 a month, by not smoking this year I mangaged not to spens about $787.20!



Which means that I have technically saved enough money for the following:



1) a trip to Blogher

2) this purse $328

3)This purse $398

4)this purse $385



you get my drift, I could have had some major frivolous purchases, but I didn't stash and save the money so I can stop dreaming. It was nice while it lasted right?



If you had $787 that you managed to save, what would you buy?

*I haven't shaved my legs in over a week, I'm starting to gross myself out. Arm pits? daily, can't skip.

* I realized today while getting out of the shower that I apply deodorant/antiperspirant 4 swipes each underarm, get dressed and before I leave the house I do it again. Why? I'm not sure, but I'll blame it on my mom because she used to do the same thing. Except I think she does 3 swipes. I hate odd numbers...

*Not only are my brows over grown and crooked but I feel they don't match my hair color enough. Tomorrow I have a hair appointment, I am hoping to discuss this issue I have. Hopefully they don't think I'm on crack.

*My glasses are crooked too, should I just tilt my head more?

*This past week I had to talk myself out of quitting my job about 2,349 times. Looking back, I can't figure out why because outside of being bored, it's pretty darn perfect. (I'll regret writing that by next week).

*My favorite nail polish color is red. A berry red. It's been the only color on my toes for just about 3 years. I think I should venture out and change huh?

*My birthday is next weekend. Usually I'm excited, but I'm not feeling it. I want to be, but I'm not. I would like to say that I have something great planned, but I don't. I would like to go out, but quite honestly the thought of trying to find something to wear is quite crippling. You may think I'm joking, I'm not. My ass has grown right out of my only few sets of clothing. Go fetch me a twinkie, brownie or even better, ice cream and I'll feel better about it.

* Which leads me to my next thought, I have no clothes that fit. Old Navy used to be my main supplier but have since gone to trendy short shorts and skinny tank tops. NO one on God's green earth needs to see my cellulite, pasty white junk hanging from any part of my body. With that said, I suppose I need to buy more sheets or tarps. I think tarp blue may be my color....

*Excuse me, I have had Mt. Dew today, hence, I'm fat , hyper and chatty.

* Moving on...It's almost Father's day, what should I buy Mr. Crookedeyebrow (even thought I didn't even get a card) uhm....

*If I could be anywhere right now, it would be Hawaii or my home. Because I wanna get out of work soo bad.

* Jc thought of a new guitar hero band name. Instead of naked brothers band, he wanted "dirty butt band". You got me? He thought about it in the tub...I'm just sharing.

*If you could be any age all over again, what would it be? Mine? 22 it's seems that's when depression hit me, my health went to hell and I became an emotional wreck. I'd like to go back and kick myself around a bit.

* Once again this week I was asked if I was "with child". Yes, scrubs are not flattering and yes I have gained weight. People (not you reading) you are killing me. Do you hear me? Killing me.

* I just had L. Hill's version of "killing me softly" pop in my head. I love her. I love when she sings "zion". Oh to be able to sing....

* Last weened I planted flowers and they honestly have made me so very happy looking at them. Maybe it was because my mom helped me plant them.

* 2 weeks and counting till our 6ft privacy fence goes up. Holla! I am beyond excited. Why? you missed the picture I had up briefly of my neighbor's yard, then you would have understood my pain.

*For some reason I have this insane thirst for a margarita. Yes, margaritas....
maybe in 4hours or so. Fo'shizzle.


* Happy Memorial Day Weekend!

10 things, part III and part IV

This post is a continuance of a challenge to name 10 things I love about my life...

Part III

A mother's love is something to be treasured...

Since creating my own family, I have more of an appreciation for my own mother. Through the years she has also become my friend. The third thing I love about my life is the relationship I have with my mother.

Of course while I was a teen we butted heads for a brief period, but after that I got my head straight. Once you tell your mom to “kiss your butt and roll over”, one might tend to stay on her good side after the fierce groundings...

Sorry mom, my head was up my ass.

Honestly, I wasn't your typical high school kid. I worked full time my senior year, paid for my own gas, clothes, insurance and even bought groceries. No need for a curfew because I was in by 9 pm and in bed by 10pm. I didn't drink, I smoked (but hid it) and my grades never suffered. Boring huh? I tried not to give my mom a hard time. I respected her and for that I believe she gave me the respect a budding adult needed.

So besides being a nurturer, provider or a giver, she was my friend. Without having an older sister to go to or another woman in my life, I went to my mom. First period? Had to ask. First request for birth control? Had to ask for help. Boy trouble? Had to cry to my mommy. She has always been there, as my mother and friend.

As my sister and I grew older, we saw this insanely fun side pop out of her. Her eyes sparkled, she smiled more, she laughed more. Whether it was meeting and marrying her now husband or the fact that she was now truly able to enjoy her girls, I'm not quite sure but I love it.

Girls' night out? She's on the dance floor tearing it up. My mom, my friend. She's a doer, a go getter, a get it done type of lady. She's emotional, a crier, a bite her tongue when she's angry type of woman. A spit fire personality for sure, like her mom and I only hope it runs in the family.

My wish is that JC finds me, his mother, to be his friend now , but even more so when he gets older.

My sister MB and my Mother

Part IV

I couldn't ever dare to wonder what life would be like having to grow up without a sibling. A partner in crime, someone to play with and fight with. Someone to stick up for and to stick up for you.

Having a sister, my sister MB, is the forth thing I love about my life.

After sharing a room since she was born, there comes a bond, a bond that sticks forever. Good times, with late night chattering(mom screaming “girls go to bed”) and bad times of cat fighting and name calling. Kicking each other for snoring, or calling each other a “bitch” just for looking at each other the wrong way in the morning. But the one thing I had the biggest problem with when I moved out was the separation from her. I couldn't sleep with out her there, I missed seeing her funked up bed head ( because I woke up and looked perfect at all times you know) and our late night talks. After 18 years of sharing a room, toys, clothes, secrets and laughs it felt like it was all over. I hated it.

Now almost 9 years later, we've adjusted and moved on, but I still miss it (I know she does too). 3 hours away she has started her own family and I couldn't be happier for her. Each and every day I look back on how having a sister changed my life for the better.

I still look back on all the summers we played barbies, watched hairspray and grease till we wore out the tapes memorizing all the dances and roller skating in the basement. WE had each other.

Now as we have our own families, I look forward to sharing all of our stories to my niece or nephew(s) (because she will have lots of babies for me to love and spoil since my ovaries don't cooperate...)

MB, you crazy sister, I love you.

We are both the women we are today because of Mom and each other. I think we did good, I think we did real good.

You are beautiful, smart and loving soul.

I can't wait till you are a mommy too.

10 things, part II

Part II

To have and to hold, in sickness and in health... and quite honestly the rest is a blur. Eight years ago I repeated vows similar to those words. Faintly hearing what the minister was saying, I was preoccupied with looking deep into the eyes of the man that I loved with all my heart, the man I chose to be my husband. Even better? This man asked me to be his wife.

Out of nowhere on a beautifully sunny day in March(25th) he drove us to the Indiana Dunes State Park. It was at this same place I knew I had fallen in love with him some several months before when taught me how to skip rocks into Lake Michigan. Once again, the butterflies began after I realized he just pulled a ring out of nowhere. This man, the man who had become my friend, my lover, my favorite person in the whole world was asking me to be his wife. We were married 13 days later on April 7, 2000.

It was on this day that the second thing that I love about my life, my husband, came to officially be.

In eight years we have seen the highs and the very dirt bottom lows, but I can proudly say that we made it through, together. That, my marriage, my partnership with this wonderful man is one of the greatest feelings in the world for me.

As my best friend I love the moments we laugh till it hurts, as my partner I have memorized every wonderful part of him and as my husband I treasure and keep with me every “I love you”.he has even spoken.

I'm proud to be married. I'm proud to say we made it when others would have given up. I am so very, very proud to say that we chose each other and that Mr. Crookedeyebrow is one of the most important parts of my life.

Mr. Crookedeyebrow, I love you. I love you more than I ever really thought imaginable. (You are telling me to come to bed right now and I honestly lost my thought. )Babe, you and JC are my world, my two favorite people in the entire world. Thank you for loving me, thank you for teaching me, thank you for asking me to be your wife and making me worth fighting for, but most importantly, thank you for being you.

Wubba you

10 things, a challenge, part I

While caught up in my own emotional turmoil, being the only guest at my pity party, a challenge was offered. Would I accept? I accepted and then a little birdie whispered “I need you to tell me 10 things you love about your life.”

It should be easy, but for someone that isn’t completely satisfied with her own life, 10 things is a lot to name off. Oh holy hell, what kind of trickery is this? How can I name 10 things I love about my life? MY LIFE?

All afternoon I sat and pondered how I would answer? Not wanting to just slap a list together, I decided to list one love at a time. Realizing now that part of that challenge or simple request was to think, reflect and to further appreciate all the things I do have in my life that I absolutely love.

*10 things, part I*

The greatest gift, job and love that has ever been bestowed upon me, motherhood, is by far the greatest love of my life. It started when I saw those two pink lines, the one wish I had always hoped for had come true, and I was going to be a mom. Me, I was going to be someone’s mommy. Tears of joy, fear and overwhelming love continued for months as the kicks grew stronger. Bonding between my baby and I was something I will treasure for the rest of my life. No one else in this whole wide world ever got to feel his kicks, his toes pushing out, his hiccups, just me, his mommy. I nurtured, I grew and I birthed this beautiful baby boy, JC.

As time passed I watched him go from a sweet, cuddling infant into a tough toddler. Looking back we winced with each fall, each bruise and waiting eagerly for each word to be spoken. The world was becoming brighter as he took the world by storm. He grasped everything he could with all his might and he took it all in. Each day he continued to learn, to do something new and he grew. Those big blue eyes looked at everything and I can still remember those chubby fingers pointing at everything while his teething mouth yelled “Wa dis?” “Oooo, ook, ook at dat”. Oh and those big boy shoes running across the room to give momma sloppy wet kisses.




It seems that one night I was patting a baby with long blond, curly locks to sleep and we awoke to be a preschooler with short hair. Overnight came the trials and struggles of potty training and non stop talking. The vocabulary that he picked up and the knowledge that he soaked in, made me so proud. So very proud of him, I told him every night when I leaned over him to tuck him in. “mommy loves you and I am so proud of you”, he would stir each time and nod his sweet little head up and down. So while his feet grew and the clothes shrunk, our love, our bond was still growing.

Now in elementary school, I am still so very proud of him. In fact I just whispered it to him “mommy loves you and I am so very proud of you” and his head nodded. These last two years have been a challenge for him but he has continued to accelerate in school, master first grade and I have watched him grow into his own little person, now only telling him to shake off the falls. To see that has been a huge joy for me and although we have so many more years of growing to do together as mother and son, I can’t help but realize that JC, my son, is the first love of my life.

I look forward to what the future holds for us together and as a family.

The future is bright kid and you have made mine all the much brighter.

I wubba you JC. All my love,

Mommy

Weekend snapshot

2, originally uploaded by crookedeyebrow.

Just one of the many photos I took this weekend, many more to fix...

Sad excuse for a post, random crap extracted from the crooked mind.

* I cried for hours and hours yesterday. So hard I literally made myself sick and then went back to work as usual. When I cry, my face stays red for hours.

A woman who was friends with my grandma was going on and on about how much she misses her. She left me in tears because I do miss her so very much. I ignore the fact on how much I do, because I don't want to cry. My sister and Mr. Crooked Eyebrow would agree, she was a fabulous and spunky soul. When she walked into a room, she threw her hands up and would say, "the party can start, I'm here" and waddle her way to a chair. I love Grandma.

*This week I overheard someone say "these chips o'hoy cookies used to be bigger. Now they are the size of a nipple". Nipple cookies, ha.

*Embarrassing moment yesterday. I was told by a patient that I had a "wardrobe malfunction". He then proceed to point to his penis. (Yes, I was shocked too) Then I realized he meant the crotch of my scrub pants. The seam split leaving a 1/4 inch hole. Good thing I was wearing undies, I would have pulled a Britney. There wasn't a hole deep enough or a rock large enough to hide my embarrassment.

* I currently have 12,948,531 pimples on my lower jaw alone. Up your proactive, up yours.

*My lap is very warm right now, not good for my laptop. Should I name my laptop? Do you name your puters? I have a Dell Vostro 1000, black, nothing fancy, what should I name it?

*I am in need of a new purse. Badly. My birthday is coming up and I need a summery fun one, possibly in a tote/bag style. A new black one could be useful too. Share with me your favorite purses. Here is mine, but it is way too small. A red one would be nice...

*Lets say you have 5 hours to yourself, with out kids and family, what do you do? Me? I'm blogging. I should be out, in fact I am going out. Maybe some new photos can be captured.

*I haven't taken any photos for weeks, I miss it.(Just back, I took over 200 photos) great day out!

So have a great weekend. CE out~

Bad day=liquid pacifier

One bottle of liquid adult pacifier for the mom coming right up. Right after I try to extract all the negative crap that my day was filled with.

My little cup of life has been overflowing with hormones, a whining child, pain, emotions, piss and vinegar all freaking day. So, I'll fill it with wine instead and hope that I sleep much better. My dreams are getting worse, the other night I was Paris Hilton's bridesmaid. Yeah, I know, I need sleep.

So, I raise my glass to the computer and wish you a better evening as well.
~Cheers~

Lovin' Lauren

I have something so very special to share, a story of a lovely little girl, Lauren. The following is from her website, which is updated with her progress frequently. Her sweet smile and her darling eyes melted my heart from the moment I viewed her story online. She is a fighter and I only hope it inspires you as well.

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Lauren Nardulli was born February 28th, 2006 after a normal pregnancy. Shortly after birth, serious medical conditions were evident. A CT scan confirmed that Lauren had hydrocephalus. Brain and Spinal MRI’s determined that Lauren had Spina Bifida Occulata with a tethered spinal cord. She was later diagnosed with Chiari Malformation and Syringomyelia, a serious neurological disorder. Symptoms of Chiari Malformation and Syringomyelia include difficulty with eating and digestion. At 24 months Lauren weighs only 15 pounds. Other symptoms include delayed motor skills and recurrent spinal cysts, which can cause temporary and/or permanent nerve damage.

Because of the comprehensive nature of her disorder, Lauren sees physicians in 11 specialties as well as physical, occupational, developmental and speech therapists. She is a fighter who has endured many surgeries and will undergo more as she continues to grow and thrive. She has been working very hard with her therapists and can now transition to a sitting position by herself and she has also begun to crawl. She is amazing her family with her drive and determination, but she cannot do it alone.

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So go ahead and click, read and be informed. Look at Lauren and fall completely in love with this darling 2 year old. Her family is completely aware and understands that you are asked to help many others, but they hope you can find it in your hearts to help once more. Please lend your support, thoughts and prayers for Lauren.

With the help of Beth's mad design skills, this button was created. I encourage you to use it and place the Lovin' Lauren button on your page and spread the love.

(I'll have the code up shortly as soon as I can figure how to post it without it changing to a photo)

Thank you so much for taking the time to read and learn about Lovin' Lauren.

~Crooked Eyebrow

Be*new ... Be*redesigned...Be*

Have you see the great new designs sweeping across the bloggy land yet?

Well, our friend Beth from I should be folding laundry

and her good friend Christy have been busy creating.

These two lovely bloggers are the new

Be*girls

and

today the Be*girls are launching their marvelous

new design company...

BeDesign

Go look and check out their new digs, you will Be*happy you did.

Even better?

They are having a speacial right now until Thursday May 15th

The Be*girls are having a 50% off a blog makover if you act now.

So go on...go...

Be*redesigned

Where else would you find running, beehives and syringes in one place?

Inquiring minds want to know right? Let me tell you, since not being able to sleep right for about 3 weeks, I have had the most vivid, crazed dreams ever in my life. More than when I was pregnant with JC.

On Saturday night with my heart pounding, I woke up frightened, dripping with sweat, punching air and kicking my sheets. It's a total surprise how Mr. Crooked Eyebrow did not wake up all "woman, what in the hell are you doing?" I laid there reviewing and replaying in my sleep deprived head what had just happened in my dream. It wasn't pretty, quite disturbing actually…

Night fall was approaching and I remember walking out of my garage, looking down at my crocs, thinking there really wasn't a need to change shoes. After all I was only going to be walking to blow off steam. Patting down my pockets, checking for keys, money and my i pod as I always do, my walk began.

My mood was filled with anger and I was clearly upset about something. Looking at my hands, my knuckles were white as they clenched a tissue stained full of mascara. With the quick and rapid breaths I was taking, the blaring music in my headphones, my steps soon turned into a cadence like march. Before I knew it I was running *Insert Forrest Gump clip~ and everywhere I went after that I was RUN-ING, because I love me some Forrest Gump*

Running, me? Could this be true? I was running in my dream and nobody was chasing me? This just goes to show it was a dream, Crooked Eyebrow doesn't run.

Anyways, back to the dream…

Running for hours, I soon stopped , for once in my life I ran and it felt good. Forty miles away from my home, I was in Chicago, staring at the lake and glaring up at the buildings. Leaning over, dripping with sweat I looked down and thought, "damn crocs". Just then it started to rain. The cool misty rain quickly turned into sharp, skin piercing rain drops and I began to search for cover. Alone in Chicago, without a phone I ducked into the first open store I found.

Walking into the humid room full of jewelry cases, the faceless woman handed me paper towels, offered me water and showed me a seat. Exchanging words, laughs and odd silence while we both glared out the window the room started to cool. With the wind howling, the fluorescent lights began to flicker and we quickly closed the blinds, retreating into the employee break room. I feel nervous, my muscles cramp and I collapse on the couch. Lights go off. Darkness. Full of worries, I can feel myself sitting there trembling. My heart thumping, with only the glow of my ipod showing me the room and I now know I shouldn’t have gone running, at least that far from home.

Lights flicker on and I see another woman. She looks familiar. The hair, the skeleton stature, the smell of cigarettes, I was sitting next to Amy Winehouse. Yes, the "should be in rehab, but I said no-no-no" Amy Winehouse.

I sit and I talk to the singer. She offers me a smoke and I decline. We walk around the jewelry store and she hops onto one of the cases and crosses her legs. Her deep, soulful voice belts out"chain of fools" and the three of us start singing, shuffling back and forth, having a great time. For this is one of my favorite songs of all time, added bonus, Amy Winehouse was singing!

The stress begins to dissipate and my sleeping body feels relaxed, the dream continues…

As clear as day, I can feel our laughterand jokes as we roam around the store trying on jewelry. Looking to the door, I can see under the streetlight the rain was easing up. It appears my time was up and my journey back home wsa to begin. I walked towards the door. While hugging Amy Winehouse, I thanked her for a great time and began to part ways.

While turning around she reached into her beehive and pulled out a syringe. She looked at me with her eyes glazed over and told me to stay. Shaking my head I politely declined and opened the door. The next thing I realized she was throwing and pulling out syringes from her black tresses at me urging me to stay.

Waving my arms, swatting the needles away, I began to run. Running with all of my might I kept looking behind me. My crocs were breaking apart, my feet hurt, I could feel the burn. Every corner I passed, she was there. In all her cracked out –ninja glory she was there sneaking past me, throwing darted syringes and singing "what kind of f*ckery is this…" I collapsed.

On the ground, kicking and screaming barefoot I was fighting off the beehive from hell. Amy wouldn't stop. She kept taunting me with lyrics and syringes.

Whether it was my feet getting caught up in the sheets or not having enough imagination left to dream, I awoke. Freaked out and feeling the need to delete Amy Winehouse out of my itunes forever.


That folks is where you can find running, beehives and syringes in one common place, my dream. A crooked dream for sure.

Word to ya Motha

So on this one day out of the year, we celebrate Mothers. The new, the young and the old, we celebrate, honor and remind them all just how special they all are to us. Hopefully as the child, I have shown my Mothers all my love and appreciation I carry for them each and every day, not just on Mother's Day. My Mother and Mother in law are truely the two most amazing women I know. I love you both so very much, without the both of you, my family would not be where it is today. Thank you.

It's on this day that I look forward to hearing "Mom, you are the bestest mommy ever" but in reality I'm blessed. I'm blessed because I do hear that most days. I do have those special hugs in the morning and our Eskimo kisses at night. Each and every day I am proud to be JC's mommy, but hearing it on Mother's Day is just seems so very perfect and tugs on my heart.

As a child I remember I remember trying to make every Mother's Day perfect, my sister and I would pamper my mom in all the ways we knew how. You know, make her breakfast and not realize that we left a sink full of dishes for her, or plant flowers and tear up the yard or wash her car and leave it more of a mess than when we had started. All those little actions to show her how much we loved her and as a Mother now, I can appreciate it even more.


My mother has taught me a great deal in life. To be strong, to believe, to love and how to be the bestest mommy ever. I learned from the best if I do say so myself. A woman who sacrificed so much in her life as a single parent. Her strength and love fueled my sister and I as young girls and made us the women we are today. For that I thank you mom. I love you.

I may have a family of my own,
but I truly believe that every mommy still needs their mom.
Happy Mother's Day Mom.

I love you

D. Marie
(Crooked Eyebrow)

Her uterus still hasn't fallen out....

The Duggar family are at it again, literally. Baby # 18 announced.

My uterus hurts just thinking about it.

photo from Discovery Channel

Friday Favorite:tour de la blogs

Since having my blog for about 2 years now, I have met some incredible bloggers. Some in person and the others just in email exchanges and through commenting. Which I have to say Beth nailed it when it comes to commenting. So go ahead, read it, just come back.

Okay, since blogging has become one of my favorite things, I am taking today to tour my blogroll and I encourage you to go through, dust off all your blogrolls and visit each and everyone. You put them on there for a reason right? Go show people your love...

Also, why don't you leave me some other great bloggy links that I don't have up there yet. I just might love visiting their place too.

On with the blogroll tour and have yourselves a great and fabulous Friday.



P.S.
Steph is seeing pink today!

Holy random post batman!

*Nurse's week is this week. If you know a nurse or see a nurse, tell them how much they rawk. Because if you tell them they suck, they just might bend you over, snap their glove and give you an enema. Nurses hold the power.

* I have the Miley Cyrus song stuck in my head. It won't go away and I desperately wish I could tell you how much I despise this song but I'd be lying. After all, I am a horrible liar. See for yourself... the bass line is addicting. I feel like I'm in junior high all over again. This is a song I would have totally sang into a hairbrush in my room jumping all over to the beat. Ok, you caught me, I did it today...

I dare you not to bounce your head or tap your toes. I dare you...



*What's a holla back girl anyways?


Inquiring girl with crooked eyebrows wanna know. Am I missing out on something?

* This goes into the "just sayin''" file. When people read blogs and decide to email a blogger negative and inappropriate statements about something that they worked hard for to pacify their grief, have a heart. Sending emails to a gentle, caring soul such as this blogger, with links to paranoid, conspiracy-like theories toward the MOD is rude and hurtful. Just sayin', because Crooked Eyebrow said so.
(I'm doing the WWE Stone Cold Steve Austin meets the rock look right now and that's the bottom line...)


*Mother's Day. What to do, what to do? Although it's all about celebrating the joys of motherhood and honoring your mother, I think deep down, every mom wants something. It's what to get them that's the problem. Me? I say I want nothing, but I wouldn't be upset if a blackberry curve appeared in a new coach purse. I kid, I kid. Happy Early Mother's Day to all the mommies.

* My feet are swollen in case you wanted to know. I could not wear tennis shoes today.

*In other news, twice today I got asked if I was pregnant. Once for eating cake, then pickles. Second by complaining of being tired and swollen. Yikes, that was a dagger in the heart. Folks if there was one thing that I wish for more than anything, that would be it. Having people ask me, just reminds me of something I'm constantly trying to hold back. Tough day for holding back.

*Beth is having a contest. It's American Idol related and you have the chance to win a blog redesign. She's got tricks up her sleeve y'all. Go sign up for the contest, like now.

*What gives you a confidence booster on days or weeks when you need one the most? If you are feeling the Blahs and feel frumpy, unattractive, what do you do to pep yourself up? When do you feel you look the best?

I realize that's a loaded question, but I wanna know. I'll share mine. I feel so much better after I shave my legs. You'd think I'd do it more often (Mr. CE agrees). I love it when I have a tan and I feel so healthy and thinner. ( Why is that?) I feel like I could walk on air after a pedicure and a new haircut and color makes me feel down right sassy.

So share yours.

My skin feels frumpy lately, I'm off to do a mini facial...

But do share. Crooked Eyebrow needs some new tricks.

Because I am exhausted...

I will post photos in lieu of typing and trying to pull something out of nowhere. Sound good? Yeah, I figured it was better than me running on about how my nose is jammed pack full of mucus. Oh, not to mention how my sneezing is becoming more of a bladder control game. (oh the fun of having to cross the legs to sneeze)


So carry on and enjoy...

Time, time, I need time.

Got time?
I need extra time. No matter how condensed I make things or multi-task, I never have enough time to complete everything that needs my attention. Really. I need to get my hands on that good stuff, time. I'm not sure I can multi-task anymore than I already do.

In a 20 minute time period in the morning I check emails, reply, start laundry, restart the dryer(because it never dries on the first cycle alone), shower, start coffee, get clothes and finally brush my teeth. Yes in 20 minutes. My entire day feels that jammed pack and it makes me so very tired and drained.

My question, what are your time savers? How do you save your sanity? How do you remain calm and not stress? How do YOU get everything done?

It feels like when I do manage to get everything done I'm exhausted and not worth my weight in gold ( yes I realize this is alot, but still,worthless). I know I can't be the only overwhelmed mom, but how do mom's do it all?

When I was growing up, my mother was super mom. A single parent with two jobs, two daughters, sterile living conditions and still managed to coach teams, cook and mow the lawn. What the heck am I doing wrong? How did she do it? How does everyone else do it?

So as I sit here, ready to attack another load of laundry and dinner dishes. I can't help but realize that my mother was made of tougher stuff and held together with stronger glue than I am. Because I feel like I'm about to break just at the thought of toothpaste getting on my clean bathroom sink and having to clean it all over again.

and if anyone lives with boys, you realize that if you clean the toilets, it's going to get urinated on in less than 2.23 seconds. Which did happen, so I have that going for me to...

A night for some bloggers to remember

Beth, myself, Arianne, Steph and Milk & Honey

A fun filled night packed full of moments,food, laughter, things in boxes, tears and a buffalo. No matter what we all type or write on each of our blogs it will not do it justice on just how wonderful this evening really was. It was raw, real and full of moments. Moments that will not and can not be captured with words or our photographs.

Fo'shizzle

These are truly some great blogging friends. I have admiration for each and every single one of them. Each special in their own way.

Who else can laugh for hours about effortless cheeseburgers, gooey cheese, paneling and buffalo. Great times ladies, great times.

I feel so new...

And can you see why?
Do you see my new bright colors?
(if not go refresh your page right now people)

Well the amazing Beth creatively grabbed
my blog and shook it all up.
It's so bright and it makes me so very happy.

Didn't she do great? Look at that beautiful piece of work up there.
(go ahead and depart from the text and look)
and I've seen a few other great ideas that she has up her sleeve too!

Just looking at my blog makes me happy
and I love Beth for all her hard work .
I forever owe her McD's Coffee and Coldstone Ice cream

See? Look at her adorable button.





I'm in love.
with my own blog
thank you so much Beth!
All my Bloggin' love,
CE

More than one use for tweezers.

Since loosing my beloved tweezers on my trip to Cancun, Mr. Crookedeyebrow has lovingly purchased many new tweezers for me. I love it. He even has purchased his own pair of manly tweezermans for himself. Let me clarify this by saying, no he does not pluck his brows, he likes to collect stuff and thought they would make a great addition to his collection.

Therefore we have tweezers everywhere. Night stands, medicine cabinets, drawers, closets and quite possibly purses. Yes folks, we have a lot. You never know when the stray hair will pop out of place or when a black hair is sprouting from thy chin. They must me readily accessible.

Tweezers have so many useful purposes but none greater than last night. Mr. Crookedeyebrow's tweezers saved a life...

As I was putting JC to bed, I looked into his fishy tank like I do each and every night and said "HELLO FISHES...TIME FOR NITE-NITE". There was a quick glance and then another, the goldfish was in distress!

Mr. Goldfish looked odd, but I couldn't figure it out. He was a squirming, pooping (yes, pooping, it's what they do) and his mouth was open. Open and it never closed. Those gold fish lips were wide open with no signs of closing anytime soon. It seems that the fishy inhaled a pretty black aquarium stone and it became lodged. Yes. Have you ever heard of such a thing?

Well, Mr. Crooked eyebrow and his yellow splinter tweezermans came to the rescue. He grabbed the fishy with all the gentleness God could have possibly given him and plucked the stone out!

You see, tweezers are not only great for brows, splinters or unwanted chin hair ( not like *I* would know anything about that), but they are perfect for saving your son's goldfish too.


Who knew???