This is not what I promised, I will get back to our vacation next week, just wanted to share a conversation from yesterday.

So who takes out the garbage in your house?  And I don’t just mean the daily task of emptying the kitchen or bathroom garbage – trust me that bugs me too.  No I am wondering about the once a week out to the road for garbage pick-up?  In my house I could count on one hand – that is four fingers and a thumb – how many times in 20 years my husband has taken the garbage to the curb.  Why?  Why is this just another chore that has fallen upon me to take care of.  And if I don’t put it out to the curb it waits for the following Thursday and costs me a garbage tag.

During our dinner last night garbage was our conversation.  Me asking why he can’t take it to the curb for me – which is silly because he doesn’t even take it to the can from the kitchen why would I think he would take it to the curb.  And you won’t believe his response.  His response was “well I don’t want you to be bored during the day”.  WHAT!  Now my daughter was present for the end of this conversation and she almost fell off her chair laughing at his response.  Also proceeded to tell him that I spend the better part of each and every morning cleaning, putting away and picking up after him.  Don’t get me wrong, he isn’t a slob – he is messy.  Every morning I put away his breakfast fixings, his dishes to the dishwasher, towels usually in the bathroom, and various clothes around the house.  Does your husband hang his hoodies around the house?

Back to the garbage debate.  Who should put out the garbage to the curb?  Now I am not trying to make this a sexist thing that only men should be responsible for the garbage, but heck why not?

Garbage is heavy – men have muscle.

He is up way before me, and going that way, drop the garbage to the curb.  I can even leave garbage in the garage right in his path, and it will still be there when I go to let the dog out.  Recycle, who am I kidding, that so isn’t going to happen either.  Actually, half the time I can’t even get him to put the recycle in the bin, he throws it in the garbage.  Pet peeve as well.

But I guess because I work from home the household has fallen into my lap to take care of.  Now please re-read that sentence.  I do work from home and I do make money.  Doesn’t that mean I have a job?  Well even when I worked outside of the home I still took out the garbage

My husband has become too comfortable in his castle.  I have tried the strike of duties – you know only making one half of the bed or not doing his laundry.  That didn’t work – at all.  This is why I want your opinions.  During our dinner garbage conversation I warned him I would be posting today about his neglect to his manly duties and my lack of wifely duties (wink wink) until he chips in on the garbage take-out.  And asking for your comments and would be sharing them with him tonight at dinner.  Who am I kidding – I AM NOT MAKING DINNER.  He asked me to refrain from sharing our marital bliss, that people don’t need to know about this.  Well here it is on the WWW for everyone to read; about his lack in the garbage department.

Thanks in advance and can’t wait to hear from you and see how you guys manage.

Can you believe it is 2012!?  And we are just getting back to day to day life.  Okay I am. Holidays was wonderful, maybe a bit long, but still wonderful. We did lots and lots of touring, and seen some great sights. If you ever get the chance to go to the Florida Keys, pack-up and go. A beautiful place to see!

So now I am getting myself back to normal – well as normal as I can be. The packing is all undone, washed and put away. Still a few things to find homes for from our travels but I ordered a couple of curios to help out with that. They come Thursday and I will be able to finally have homes for all my various frogs. Yes I have just a few frogs, well each room does.

Florida offered us warm sunny skies pretty much daily and coming home to all this cold really makes me want to catch the next flight right back to the sunny south. There really isn’t anything about the cold I appreciate, well other than ice cubes. I am all for Global Warming, not really, but sure wouldn’t miss winter.

How many of you put on weight over the Christmas holidays? I think I have brought home more than extra luggage in the form of suitcases and now will have to work extra hard to get that weight under control. Any tips?

The hubby and I have been on a bit of a no speaking terms for the past week. He did the unthinkable!  Yep you got it! He bought a damn Harley Davidson! And I am not at all happy about this new mid-life crisis he is going thru. Another woman would of been preferable. I guess he doesn’t remember the conversation we had once upon a time regarding a motor cycle “motor cycle in the garage means divorce”.  Do you think that is what he is hinting at? Nay, but I am sure ticked! There goes my summer weekends, because we know where he is going to be, and I sure as hell am not going to be on the back of that damn thing. MEN!

Funny it has been forever since I have put anything on here and I am finding myself finger tied. So much going on and I guess I just don’t know where to begin. Maybe I will do some reviews of some of the places we have seen and stayed. Oh and the food, we sure had some great food, terrible service, but great great offerings. Okay that is where I am going to leave you. Off I will go and look through my menus and hotel slips and post some reviews for you.

hugs and kisses for now

Well it is almost that time again for the hubby and I to head to sunny south, and I can’t wait, but the preparing sure can take a toll on you.  Literally my head is spinning with all my notes and packing and re-packing.  What to remember?  Don’t forget!  So much for one girl to accomplish in so little time.

When you are packing for your holidays how many times do you pack?  I pack, unpack, change my mind on clothes.  And don’t forget to try on those clothes you have had put away from the summer or even last holidays.  What goes with what?  And the shoes!?  How many pairs of shoes, flip flops, do I take some socks?  And we are away for New Year’s Eve, how formal should I go, it is Florida, a nice sundress, what if it cool or heaven forbid COLD?

Housework – lots of that to do!  Laundry – oh yeah have to get that all caught up and put away.  Clean the fridge!  Wash the floors!

With all this warm weather we have been having lately it just doesn’t feel like we are leaving in three days, I still have flowers blooming (in the garden that I never got put to sleep for the winter).  I think all is done outside and then I notice we haven’t drained the rain barrels, don’t want those to freeze.  And you are probably asking yourself, why is she on here typing away when she should be getting things done, damn you leave in three days!

Here I type because it helps to calm me, slow it down, and have another look at what I have to get done.  And done it will be.  The hubby wants me packed by Thursday night before hockey, so that gives me all day Friday to clean the house, and do a last check around to make sure I haven’t forgotten anything.  You know like the passports that I almost forgot the last time we went away and only just remembered as I was starting the truck.

And can’t forget about the pets!  One is going to my son’s (the old dog – thanks so much for taking), the cat is to the neighbors (they actually like her) and well the fish – hope you make it.  And who packs for those – well that would be me.  Food – check, beds – check, toys – check!  Christmas presents, oops got to go and get those.  Yes I get them Christmas presents, they are family after all.

Christmas presents!  Yikes!  I am all done.  Have given to the family.  But still have quite a few (too many when the husband sees) to try and pack into the truck, with the golf clubs, the suit cases, the dog crate and all the computer crap (I as always will be working).  But as you all know I don’t work hard, I am retired after all.

So to Florida we shall go, with a quick stop at the son’s to drop off the dog and then a visit with our great friends in New York for the weekend.  Have you looked at the weather?  Snow is coming and it is dampening our travel plans a bit – they say it could be quite bad come Friday.  The hubby is saying we might not leave till Saturday – WHAT!  Oh no we are going!  I don’t care if we have to camp out in the truck we are going!  Okay I do care, but we are out of here, come hell or high water (snow).  Now today we are pretty soggy, lots and lots of rain coming down.  Further north they say schools have been cancelled, roads closed and really messy.  Just a few more days, please stay up north, stay up there with Santa, he needs it way more than we do.

Now back to my lists.

Prescriptions, flat iron, glasses, don’t forget the sunglasses.  And turn down the hot water tank (why heat water if you are away), set the timers on lights, turn off all those power bars (they use hydro), empty out the fridge and make sure there is something in the freezer to eat when we get home.  And there better be some beer in the fridge – usually takes us a few days to get out of holiday mode before the hubby goes back to work, so a nice cold beer is always so nice to come home to.

And do you pack snacks when you travel?  I pack tons of snacks!  Saves stopping for them, kind of ties us over really until supper.  I pack chips and chocolates, peanuts, water, a few Gatorade, even some cheese and crackers with pepperettes.  The further we can travel the faster we are there and relaxing.  The hubby always laughs at me for all the snacks I pack-up, well really you don’t know what you are going to want to snack on so you better have a variety.

Okay I better go and work on some of the laundry, giving things a freshen-up before they go in the suitcases, yes I have said suitcases, I can’t do it in one – SORRY HONEY!

This weekend, was another one for the books of weekends I wish didn’t exist. Long weekends. The kids had a PD day on Friday, I was prepared for the dreadful days knowing how they get on long weekends. By prepared I mean, well rested and raring to lose my mind!

In Ontario, it seems we have a long weekend every other weekend for the schools. It is insane how many we actually have. No wonder so many children in our world can’t read, they have too many PD days. The Hubby is amazed on the amount of days the kids get off being American, and knowing that they don’t have such a thing as often as us.

I would like to call my weekend the Long Weekend from HELL.

It all started out with waking up to snow Friday morning. Awesome. Kids will have something to do. Ya, right. It started with arguments over the other shoveling their snow. Apparently we are claiming snow as our own now. It soon escalated into the other holding snow and looking at them like they are going to throw it at the other. WOO!

Where does this leave me? Grabbing the shovel, filling it with snow, and dunking said whiney children with snow. This then turned into children giving me dirty glares and being mad that I destroyed their argument. Suck it up jerks. I am the boss. Grama wasn’t home the majority of the day, which left me to my own devices. Let’s just say, the moment she got home I was running over with open arms and praising her existence. Grama = sanity & coffee!

Friday ended with pizza party night at Grama’s. We used to stay until at least 9pm playing Wii, but the past few weeks by 7:30pm I am dead tired and escaping home to put the demons to bed. Yay! BED!

Saturday started off with a bang. Literally. It was me, in the attic. *exits lala land* My children were their delightful selves right away. Not! My demonic little daughter has re-started gorging herself with every item she can reach within my cupboards and refrigerator. I have to hide food in a separate fridge to ensure I still have it the next morning. We tried the locks on the fridge, she figured them out. We’ve tried everything. Now, I just put in a fridge she doesn’t know exists.

By lunch time, I was done. Nap time! Yes, I love nap time. Saturday wasn’t as bad as Friday, but we were all sick of eachother at this point. Children who are stuck together for extended periods of time lead up to a lot of idiotic fights over nothing.

Sunday was a day I was looking forward too. I don’t honestly understand why. The kids & I were going shopping with Grama. I love shopping with Grama, but add my children to the mix, and I officially hate shopping. WeeMan gets excessively hyper, BabyGirl gets excessively useless. By useless I mean, she whines, argues and does not listen. This leaves me looking like that crazy mother who can’t handle her kids out in the real world. Well guess what people, my kids suck and always act their worst when we are out. Little do they know, I don’t care if I look crazy and evil, I will STILL yell at you to stop touching shit and scold you with my “I’m going to scream if you don’t stop” eyes.

We were supposed to go visit my darling Grampa, but he was out and by the time we finished shopping my brain was exploding with frustration. Grama sees when I am hitting my snapping point, and usually that is when we head home.

Note to self, DO NOT SHOP WITH DEMONIC BEINGS!

By Sunday evening, I was counting down the minutes to bed time. I hate long weekends, especially come the last evening before they go back to school. It is always the longest evening.

Today, they are back at school. YAY!!!!! I can finally breathe. Not want to bash my head into the wall for five minutes. Oh the bliss. My attic and I will not be meeting each other for a few more days. The attic is my suicide spot. I’ve informed many if I hit my breaking point and disappear, they’ll find me in the attic. It has become a big joke around here, because we all know the last thing I’m going to do is kill myself. I do not want to spend all eternity with my demonic beings. They’ve got to be going to hell for the hell they put me through. *yes, I am mean. You’ll get over it*.

Today is also always a difficult day on the teachers. The majority of the kids are bad on this day. Usually it is this day I get a note home or talked to at the end of the day informing me that hands on were used. Well, you guys should talk to your board and suggest no PD days maybe. We all know it is hell on the kids, and the parents. Think of the parents!

I remember being a kid and loving PD days, and always remember that Monday morning. We were all foul. Not wanting to be there. PD days suck. Worst thing ever.

Am I the only one who feels this way?

The grandchildren are back in their own home, Mom is back and life continues on.  Grama and Papa made it, all our fingers and toes are still intact, maybe minus a few hairs (wish it was the grey ones) but life is getting back to normal.  Next time I think a nanny will be in-order, or straightjackets, either for them or me.  Nah it wasn’t that bad!  Some behavioral issues, some sleepless nights and a house filled with colds.

It is now Tuesday and the final gift wrapping is completed.  Yes you read that right, I have purchased and wrapped all my Christmas gifts – a big high FIVE! I am done.  Even have all the Christmas cards waiting for December to be mailed.  So on the ball this year it scares me, really scares the hubby, he is waiting for those credit card bills.  Nope don’t have those either, but it will be our little secret, maybe he will budget me some money to pay them and I can pocket it.  And then a Christmas shopping I shall go for me.

Also between you and me and of course the WWW I have a new passion.  My daughter has been on this bandwagon since I think day one, but I have just really embraced it; shoes.  Not just any shoes, TOMS Shoes.  Last week I just received three more pairs giving me a total of I am thinking eight pairs now and more on order.  They are just so comfortable and so cute, lots of choices of patterns and styles.  Now I have learnt that I am a size 9 ladies so order 9 1/2 and they are perfect, but if you did have to return don’t worry at all, those people at Toms are wonderful.  And I also have a pair of their TOMS sunglasses, saving for holidays, very sharp looking eyewear.  Really nice and no one else is currently sporting them around our little neck of the woods. Thanks TOMS! They sent them to my daughter for all her support she does for TOMS, and she gave them to me. She does tend to buy a pair of TOMS shoes, or TOMS apparel, every other week, usually for others.

With Christmas all wrapped up the question is “Now what”, well I really don’t know.  Get the house back to normal from the grandchildren?  Start packing and organizing for holidays?  Take some time for me and us?  So much to do and so little time, who am I kidding, I have pretty much all the time in the world.  But time sure does get away from me.  Before I know it the grandchildren are here after school looking for snack and Wii, yes they may not live here but they sure spend a fair amount of time here.  We don’t mind, just like giving them and my daughter a hard time.

She isn’t herself today, another dental appointment and another tooth pulled.  She looks like a little chipmunk in pain.  Told her to brush when she was little, they just never listen.  Actually I believe today was another wisdom tooth.  Which makes me ask the question, “Why do we have wisdom teeth if they are just going to be pulled out when we get older, do they have a purpose?”  Would love to hear your thoughts on this one.

Off I go to get the grandchildren from school, thinking Mom is resting and taking a bit of time for herself; lying in bed with a warm compress against her face, at least that is what she better be doing.  Have a wonderful day and chat with you soon.

I thought it was time I wrote something a little… personal. It has been awhile since I did an update on the kids and this is one moment I can’t resist telling you guys about. This is a moment in Baby Girl’s life she will probably never forget, and will probably have an unsightly scar that we will be able to tell her about when she’s older.

The Nail Removal Massacre 

A little while ago, Baby Girl came home from school with a very hurt finger. A finger that had a nail that just no longer was going to be apart of her pretty, sticky, generally grubby little hand. One evening, Hubby comes out of the bathroom after Baby Girl had her bath, with Baby Girl in tow. Mommy had to investigate said finger as the nail was officially done for, ready to end its life on her finger. I ran her over to Papa’s for some manly care, as I am not an injury pro and had no clue what to do. Papa instantly cringed at the finger and suggested going to the doctors, so we bandaged up to get us through the night.

The next day, she came out of school with crocodile tears streaming down her face, teacher panicing that Baby Girl has snagged her yucky little nail on her coat, pulling this unsightly nail up to the point it now needed to be removed. Yuck. Hubby quickly bribed her with a special pocket treat (yep, he keeps candy in his pockets now apparently) so we could get this over dramatic being home to investigate the situation more, not standing in the currently pouring down rain.

Me being someone who is not aware of what to do… I run to my Mom, aka, Grama for some assistance.

Baby Girl sat pleasantly on the counter, with her finger in a bowl of warm water, because apparently to soak an injury you need warm water. (Yep, I used cold at first and was quickly corrected by Grama… whatever!) Baby Girl sat there, sucking on her sucker, not shedding a tear. At this point, she knew Grama was going to fix her right up and she was milking the gently care that she was receiving.

As Grama began the nail removal massacre, I quickly discovered I was about to become a very useless Mommy. I’ve never dealt with such a sight, never had to experience it, and hope I never have to again. My sweet (ha!) little 4 year old sat there all brave, ready for whatever Grama was about to do. Where was I? Hiding 5 feet away, white as a ghost, unable to do anything beyond hold myself up. Oh ya, I have discovered, my stomach can no longer handle disgusting situations. By the time Grama got into the gory removal process, I was MIA, in the bathroom, trying not to pass out so instead re-greet my lunch.

This of course became a bit of a chuckle for Grama and she was quick to point out I was a disgusting shade of green.

Baby Girl on the other hand, was a brave little peanut doing whatever Grama requested her to do… for once.

Myself, I am never, ever wanting to see a nail being removed again. It is a disgusting process, but man are we glad it was a simple process. Now we await the regrowth of her nail and hopefully it comes back a nice, perfect new nail. I’ve trained Baby Girl’s nails to grow perfectly square since she was a new born, and would hate to have one nail MIA the rest of her life. At this point, we are monitoring her finger excessively, ensuring an infection doesn’t break out. With her being only 4, she doesn’t understand not to get gunk in her owwie’s, so this will be an interesting process.

Since this was a new situation for me, I did some research and thought I’d share with you my findings. Hope this can help you if you ever have to deal with a similar situation. Thankfully we didn’t have to go to a doctor, but I found a lot of helpful information online!

Injuries of the Nail Bed

A lot of injuries to the nail bed come from fingertips getting shut in a door, but injuries can be caused by anything that crushes or pinches the nail bed.Other tissues and structures around the nail bed may simultaneously be injured, including nerve endings and the tendons that work to straighten or bend the fingertips. In any accident to the fingertip, the skin or pulp of the fingertip can be injured and the bone at the end of the finger, the distal phalanx, might even be fractured.

Signs of Nail Bed Injuries

If the fingertip is injured by a simple crush, a very painful collection of blood can show up under the fingernail. If the injury is more serious, the nail can crack or fall off. The greater the damage, the more likely it is that injury to the nerve, tendon, or bone can result.

Diagnosis of Injury

The first step in identifying what injuries might exist is to explicitly describe the injury itself, explaining what specifically happened to the nail bed. If the cause was severe enough, your doctor may have your finger x-rayed to see if any bones were injured. To fully determine the extent of the injury, local anesthesia is often used so the fingernail can be examined under magnification. If you know about other conditions that may affect the healing of your nail, you should mention them to your hand surgeon.

Treatment of the Nail Bed

The treatment of any nail bed injury is designed to resume typical health of the nail bed. If the injury was simple and there is only a collection of blood under the nail, your hand surgeon may make a small hole in the nail to relieve the pressure and pain you may be experiencing. If the nail was cut, the pieces are placed back into their appropriate positions. Fixing the nail bed where the pieces attach will usually facilitate the growth of the pieces in a typical manner. If the bone was fractured, a splint or pins may be necessary to let the bone heal.

If pieces of the nail bed are missing, they can be grafted from the same finger or other fingers. A splint is normally required to repair any injured tendon, and if any pieces of skin are missing, they can be left to heal on their own.

Recovery after Treatment

The final appearance and function of the finger that incurred damage depends on the extent of the damage. Almost all minor injuries can be fully repaired, and your nail and finger will look normal after treatment. If the injury was greater and the nail bed was severely crushed, there is a greater chance that the nail bed will be scarred and the nail will be deformed. Any injury to the germinal matrix, the half-moon crescent at the base of the fingernail, will likely contribute to deformity in the nail as it grows. It typically takes three to six months for the fingernail to grow all the way from the cuticle to the tip, so any damage will be visible for that length of time.

If the bone or tendon inside the finger was damaged, your ability to use the finger will depend on the extent of the injury.

Ever wondered if you can see MommyMatter outside of MommyMatter? Guess what?! YOU CAN!!

Today we had the joyous opportunity of being featured on this weeks, Conversations with my Kids over at Mom Went Crazy.

Want to check it out? Okay! Check it out here:

http://www.momwentcrazy.com/2011/04/25/hair-there/

Chantelle makes me chuckle regularly and it was great to be able to be involved in the amusement! Sorry Chantelle for being so quick, what can I say, we aren’t limited to amusing conversations with the kids around here.

Make sure to check out Mom Went Crazy often, we love her and know you will too! She is a fellow Canadian blogger like us little ole’ ladies and we can’t get enough of her!

Being Canadian, working in an American world, I tend to follow the financial standings of our wonderful Canadian dollar. Sorry fellow Canadian’s, I dread when our dollar becomes worth more then the American dollar. I lose money when that happens. Today the Canadian dollar made a jump, but just like always it didn’t stick. I may be Canadian, I may live in Canada, but I earn the good stuff, American!

The loonie, the Canadian dollar, has reached the highest level in value it has seen since March of 2008. It has topped the U.S. dollar because of oil trading being done in the midst of major concerns that the tension in the Middle East will affect oil supplies.

It seems every time there is fear that Middle East oil supplies may be adversely affected or disrupted, the Canadian loonie sees a rise in worth. The rise was only for a brief period, though.

The loonie lost its gains and ended behind both the U.S. dollar and the Taiwanese dollar.

There is speculation by a currency strategist at Citigroup Inc. in New York that the Canadian dollar may strengthen to a new high if the Bank of Canada announces in its March policy statement that it is going to raise its interest rates in April.

Greg Anderson believes if the bank waits until April for that announcement, however, any gain the loonie might make would be only temporary.

Last year, Canada had three increases of interest rates. Canada led the Group of Seven nations in increases.

Those rate hikes were done based on signs that the economy was recovering after the global recession.

All I can say is, please Canada, feel free to not overpower the US. I am enjoying my money being more then it actually is. I may earn approximately $300(US) a day, but in Canadian money that is $400+.

Our mornings around here are beyond hectic, they are just downright crazy! It all begins with Baby Girl waking her still tired brother in excitement for a brand new day to experience. Awesome you are a morning person little lady, but seriously your brother is not. They wake every morning by 7. If they don’t, I start to worry. They don’t sleep in, ever. Well, they used to until we relocated to my parents for a month and a half, and Wee Man decided waking up with Papa everyday for hockey news and cereal was a must.

This morning was a funnier morning then usual. The Hubby is exhausted, so he’s not honestly wanting to be up. Me, ya I am up and so is the rest of the house. Lately, I’ve been up 7am in the shower and ready by 7:30 to tackle our morning routine. Today, ya not so much. 7am, I roll out of bed and decide, nah! I know. Gross, but honestly how dirty can I get walking back and forth between my Moms, Annette, and my house. We live next door to eachother. In the summer we’ll be able to talk out our windows. Who am I kidding, I’ll be at her house, she’s got the pool!

Why was my morning funny, because the one day I don’t get motivated right away, everything crumbles around me. Here I sat, talking to my Mom via instant messages (yes, we still do that even though we live next door to each other) and I lose track of time. Next thing I know, it is 8:30am. WeeMan’s lunch isn’t made. WeeMan isn’t in his snow gear and the Hubby has yet to throw on clothes to take the munchkin to school. AH! Next thing I know, I remember his milk order is due today. Do I have cash? No. So here I go writing my first check. Seriously.

I look at the Hubby and go, where do I sign it? The look on his face was the epic, are you freaking kidding me, look. Why? Because I look like the biggest idiot. I am one that can usually figure something out without being told, and here I am asking him a question I know I should know the answer too, but I do not. He is shocked and guaranteed excited he knew something I did not. Sure, he knows a lot of things I do not, but I always try my hardest to learn so he doesn’t. We are the epic competitive couple. We compete on everything. It gives us a little extra drive in our careers.

Funny Moment of my morning… this facial expression…

Except he's male!

Was priceless. I haven’t got this face in a long time, and the moment I did I never felt so, dumb.

So what have I learned today?

Do not ask the Hubby questions that could get me above facial expression, oh and have that damn shower or my whole morning is a mess!

If you know my little family, you know we are slightly insane! Dinner time is truly an adventure every single time. Literally. Ask Mee Ma and she’ll tell you! When I went to Vegas, she definitely grew a few extra grey hairs over the dinner hours. Tonight was one of those epic nights. The kids weren’t being bad, not fighting about what I’ve put on the table for them, but when it came to dessert, MY oh My was it funny!

Tonight, for dessert we had some good old PIE on the menu. Yes, I am slightly excited. Lets just say, the Hubby buys me pie when he is really trying to cheer me up. Pie is my favorite. I could eat it every day, all day if I knew I wouldn’t get fat in process. So, in the event we pull out the pie, both Wee people are given the choice between Pumpkin or Apple. Wee Man picks Pumpkin, definitely my little man! Baby Girl picks Apple, she’ll learn.

The moment we placed the pie slices onto the table, Baby Girl starts saying “No pie in face! No pie in face!”. Yes, she is afraid of pie but she surely does love eating it. This turns our dessert into a down right amusement because of course we are now contemplating the ways in which her face enters her pie! Cruel, sure. Funny, of course! She is laughing so much she has to get up and go “potty” she is so hyper worried she is going to get a pie in the face.

The following is an image from the previous event in which we had pie. Let’s just say… it was fun!

This is the most hysterical event ever! Success of the face smash co-incided with a stand against pie. Seriously was stiff as a board worried it would happen again!

As you can see. Pie has become an amusement in our home. Makes our dinners quite amusing each and every time! Any time pie is brought out she panic’s and then begs to have TONS of pie. She is my child and sure does love her pie!

The meaning of this post. Well, I told the Hubby I would while we were laughing our butts off about the epic face smash! Yes, we are like kids just big kids! We love life, and love the kids being apart of it. Who knew being a kid made raising kids easier. The fact we can have just as much fun as them at their level is so awesome. Let’s just point out, yesterday we took the kids to see Tangled, and I laughed more then the kids! Which of course made them chuckle because Mommy was pissing herself laughing. I’m a kid, just grown up, and I am proud of it!

Welcome to our night, it was an amusing one! Loved every moment of it and can’t wait until we have pie again… now it is time I go bath the mongrels, especially Baby Girl or she is going to smell like Apple Pie all night. MmmMmm pie.