Wednesday, October 23, 2013


A few years ago, as all of you may know, Kyle knocked his teeth out by getting his knee stuck in a chair, shaking the chair to get his knee unstuck, and face planting on the floor.  One tooth came out cleanly, the other had to be pulled two days later because it was hanging by a thread.

I was ready for him to get his precious teeth back, and immediately asked when I can get replacement teeth- ASM (something space maintenance or maintainer?).  The dentist had some baaaad news for me. He couldn't get his teeth until the back molars were all the way through.  I was hopeful for the next three appointments, but it was always "Sorry Mrs. Jones, not yet."

Finally, two years after he knocked his teeth out, he was able to get replacement teeth.  I was so excited!  Although I had grown to love my kid's snaggle tooth smile, his middle tooth was moving into the center and it really looked bad.  It looked as though he was moving his tongue incorrectly when he was saying words, too. Plus kids, and adults, are just kinda mean and nosy.

His poor little teeth took some getting used to, as he said it hurt him every time he ate something.  Finally, he stopped complaining, and we thought we were in happy teeth land.

Fast forward 2 1/2 months.  My husband and I had just finished our anniversary dinner and I drove the babysitter home.  I walk in and Chris says- "Don't be mad, but Kyle pulled out his teeth." Are you for real?  What do you mean he pulled it out?!!! Then Kyle replied with- It was loosed, so I took it out.  Then of course, instead of being an understanding mom- I yelled "THAT WAS 450 DOLLARS. HOW LONG IS IT GOING TO TAKE FOR HIM TO PAY ME BACK."  Ugh! I know I overreacted, but I was just astonished at the time and wasn't thinking that we can totally go back in and get it recemented.  You know, that rational woman thing, yeah, it wasn't there that night.

Well, we have an appointment next Tuesday at 11:00 am and my 3 1/2 year old son is adamant that he is NOT getting those teeth put back in.  I am adamant that he is!  Seriously, two more years of open space and that front tooth will be completely sideways.

I know many of you will think, what the heck, its just baby teeth, but 3,4, and 5 year olds are very aware of the way they look, and the way others look at them.  It may sound vain, but I want my son to look and feel good about himself without having to tell every new person he meets that he knocked his teeth out, then he got new fake ones, then he pulled them out!

Monday, October 14, 2013

Ragnar part deux

Well Bloggy Friends, its me again! (You are thinking, how can this be? You blogged last month? I'm in my A game, I guess.) The other weekend I completed my second Ragnar. It was an event for sure.

Here are some highlights
10- Bill. We didn't know this guy or anything about him, except he worked with another runner in our van. He wasn't really a distance kinda guy, but he was upright, breathing, and willing. And he had jokes. Really dry, sarcastic, hilarious guy!

9- Going to the wrong exchange in the wee hours of the morning. Ragnar has this dumb way of putting the ending point first. Luckily we made it in time the bracelet slap hand-off to our next runner.

8- That dumb slap bracelet, its nasty sweaty, but its way better than a baton!

7- Peanut butter and jelly and tuna fish salad creations. Yep, that was my meal for lunch one day. What a combination.

6- heat index of 99! Not an exaggeration. It was brutally hot for most everyone Van 2's first run. I came in a little above pace on this 6 miler, but I felt like my lungs couldn't keep up with my legs.

5- Govey shutdown forced everyone to double up on their last leg. Since National parks were closed, any runs through any parks were closed off. What that did for me was take 4.4 miles away from my run, and 5 miles away from Bill's run. I didn't like the idea at first, but when it came time for it, I was very grateful!

4- Seeing Keith put a hammock between 2 trees. His butt was an inch from the ground. One wind gush and he would have fallen straight through.

3- Being able to do this with family and friends. My husband, my sister-in-law, and one of my dear friends were in the van with me. I was really proud of my husband. He is a strong runner and did great!

2- B.O. and butt. At three in the morning, things are really funny. Cheetos, Funyuns, sweaty people, dirty socks and shoes, food trash, outside smell on sleeping bags, all mixed with a hint of Doterra oils makes for an interesting smell. A smell that was affectionately described as B.O. and butt!

1- Running through the finish. Of course we couldn't do this alone, we had a whole other van of awesome women- Molly, Crystal, Michelle, Melanni, Kami, and Jenni. At the end of Mary and Keith's run, we all ran in with a silly hat. It was great! And everyone should have the opportunity to see Chris Jones with a big black afro.

This Ragnar was fun, HARD and tiring, and memorable. Next up: Ragnar Key West!

Sunday, September 15, 2013

My long lost friends

Whats up homies?  You know you've missed me and my blogging antics, right?  Well, I was sitting on my couch downing full butter popcorn and watching the Honey Boo Boo commitment ceremony, and I decided I needed to rekindle my love of blogging with my love of all things fattening, for all of you to see.  So here I am!

I'm not sure if you know this about me, but I love Hot Tamales.  Oh my gosh do I love them.  I can down a whole entire box in 5 minutes flat.  And stupid CVS, they always have a 2 for $3 sale.  Well, the other night I went running, and after you run 3 miles, you can eat whatever you want, right? So I opted against the brownie and decided to go with the Hot Tamales.  I was on my second box and I put them in my purse.  I put my purse down, and I hear it.  I hear the ping-ping-ping on the ground.  I heard every single last Hot Tamale hit my front porch.  Some even got stuck between the holes in the Welcome Mat. I walked inside with my head hanging low, my tongue on fire, and my belly bloated from only 1 box of Hot Tamales, instead of the 2 that I was supposed to have.  Hot Tamales at CVS, I'm coming for you this week, and I will have my revenge.

Well Bloggy Friends, Breaking Amish is on, and I need to pay attention to a religion that encourages shunning and only requires their community to get an 8th grade education, because all of that is so awesome!

Monday, April 1, 2013

Fashion no no's

Yes. I am guilty of making almost every fashion faux pas there is, but I know what does and does not look good. I also lack the desire to spend ridiculous amounts of money on looking cute all the time. Yes, I am a brand whore...if you count target brands. And I aint talking about the "guest" designers whose clothes are still expensive and quite ugly.
So here are a few tips...
- high waisted anything is only cute on a stick.
- bangs are super cute on some people, not everyone. If you are and can rock the bangs, make sure they dont come from the back of your head.
- skinny jeans do not look good on every body or bootie. Painted on jeans look good on no one.
- if your toes arent painted or pedicured, dont wear flip flops.
-Making rainbow stripes on your eyelids look dumb. As does wearing every day make-up as if you are on a stage for a production or competition, or "other."

There are other tips I could give, but I will stop there, since I will probably be embarrassing myself.

So bloggy friends, what is your fashion peeve?

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

my thoughts as hashtags

If my thoughts were hashtags...

#notacow #nursingeverythreehours #notanewbornanymore #dontcareifyouareteething
#tabletsaintcheap #coloronsomedamnpaper
#kissyourownbooboo #donotneedabandaidagain
#sureyoucan #watchinghoursoftv
#whatsthatnoise and #whatsbrokennow
And finally #bedtimeyessssss

Monday, February 4, 2013

6 pm

Why yes, yes I did put my baby to bed at 6 p.m. He has this amazing ability to take 2 or 3 20 minute naps during the day, and that's it.  So today, instead of waiting til 7 or so, I said dude,  you are going to bed now. I am sure I will be regretting my decision come 6 am when he wants to wake up for good, but it seemed like a really good idea! Now off to teach Zumba. Lets hope I have more than 1 person today. Not exaggerating.

Thursday, January 24, 2013


I don't have a food addiction, I have an eating addiction.  It used to just be a sugar addiction, but now it is an anything I can get my grubby hands on, less baby food mush.  I draw the line there.  But its a really small line.  If my kids don't finish something, which is happening all too often these days, there aren't starving kids in Africa, there is a starving Mom right here. Left over snack- I will take it.  I can't put a scoop of potatoes in the fridge, I'll just eat them!  I eat lunch, and an hour later, I am thinking about what to eat for dinner, and trying to figure out some convincing argument for ordering out or going out to eat... just so there is no mess in my kitchen. (Yes, I abhor dishes duty. I get bitter when I am the only one doing dishes.  My babies daddy does help in the fight against the double stack sink, but I want more.  I would rather clean the toilet than do the dishes.  But I digress.)  So, as I sit here, with my pants above my waist because they are too tight on my actual waist, I reflect on my eating choices for the day.  I ate entirely too much. It's almost 10 at night, and I am super hungry.  Anyone have any coping mechanisms for eating addictions and those that love them?  No, really. I'm serious.