Starting to wish I was more organized like my dog...

If you had read my blog from the early days, you are well aware that I own Wonder Dog.  And yes, you should be extremely jealous- yep, I went there. Genga is a blessing that we welcomed into our home (and hearts) roughly a year ago- don't think that I didn't acknowledge the true anniversary of the day she arrived. :)   She is very smart and is starting to make me realize that I think she is more 'together' than her humans.  This week has been tough (more so than usual) on me and I think my sweet angel has detected it and is trying to 'help' around the house...yes, I just stated that I think my dog, is 'helping' around the house.  This was my facebook post yesterday-

     "If Genga was a mother I can now conclude that she would not support the Ferber method for 
      her baby. Samantha did not even cry for 30 seconds this morning before I took a paw to the face
     for not shooting out of bed right away."

I have not been sleeping well and have fallen asleep (more like passed the %*^% out) reading to Caroline the past few nights.  I wake up at 3:00am (courtesy of Genga coming in to check on me) and then get to my own bed.  The same thing happened last night and my sweet canine child escorted me to my room yet again.  This morning, apparently I hit snooze one too many times so on the 3rd (I did the math) alert, I rolled over to hit the damn button and am greeted with her massive head waiting for me on the pillow.  1- it scared the bejeebus out of me, 2- I was awake...so point there for the pup, and 3- that freaking dog kept me on time for work!

She sat with Samantha while Caroline helped feed the last of her bottle so I could run around the house and get the last minute items together...if Genga wasn't there, Caroline would not have been so inclined to 'feed' her sister as long as she did.  Then it hit me (well, after she 'hit' me to wake up the baby and get me up this morning)...my dog is more freaking organized and together than I am!

So, with this said, here is my mantra: "I only hope to be as put together of a bitch as my dog is."

Reason #476 why my family kicks a$$

I have the best family in the world. From my awesome biological family, to the great family I gained by marriage, to the friends who I consider family and who are probably ahead of me in any will.  :) I get a message today from my cousin (she is my dad's cousin, so I guess my second-cousin...regardless, she is my cousin) that she will be only a few hours from where we live come November.  She lives in New York where 99% of my dad's family still resides.  I have already been blessed to have my cousin Jaimie, her hubby, and her awesome kids come to town this past spring break from NY---and  yes, I miss them SO much! Well, now, Samantha (yes, my child and my cousin share the name) will be in Atlanta.  I am planning my trip with my crew to go spend time with her.  She is a pretty kick-ass chick...again, she is MY cousin and well, the Ponzillos are just that- AWESOME! ;)  Get this, she will be in the ATL for a roller-derby championship tournament (ok, I hope I didnt botch that...could be playoffs, death match, well, you name it...those chicks are rad so I do not want to offend with my lack of derby-terminology) and I think it will be beyond fascinating to see it in action.  Samantha (cousin) had a derby shirt made for Caroline a while back that reads 'Funky Monkey' as that is her roller-derby given nickname by my roller-derby cousin.  Well, get this---little Samantha got her name today.  Are you ready? Drumroll..... Sammy Davis Brusier.

I am in LOVE with this and come November, this little south GA family will be in the stands with two little girls (in bows most likely) sporting their 'derby-name' shirts for all to see.  Yes, we shall be a sight and I am pretty sure Caroline, excuse me- Funky Monkey- will be ready for her roller-derby debut shortly after.

Flashback-


The front reads: 'roller girl in training'

The back is all business with "Funky Monkey'

YAY, for great news to kick off my week!!!

You are wise, Grasshoppa...

I really thought I was going to be better and have more posts, but, well, things have been interesting to say the least.  I will not bore you all with certain topics that make the last little non-grey hairs on my head, turn, but let's just say that regardless with what happens in life, there is a plan.  I like to think I should have better control over certain things in my life, but I also realize that sometimes lack of control gets you to where you need to be...it can just be one hell of a ride on the way.

Ok, enough of that crap, let's get to the good stuff...my kids kick ass! Caroline has advanced from her white belt to her yellow-striped belt (yes, insert your 'oohs' and 'ahhs' here).  She did her test and knocked it out of the ballpark.  I know I am partial, but girlie-girl was all serious, super focused and had 'Chinese' hair working in her favor.  Ok, the 'hair'- we have been growing out her bangs and they are now long enough to be pulled back with her pony tails.  With that said, she does not sit still so by days end they are usually in her face again.  I didn't want her to have to push her hair back during her testing, so we put it in a high ponytail so those little buggars would stay put.  As I was twirling her pony tail to get the static out, I started to 'wrap' it to see if she wanted to wear it in a bun.  Well, she did...and freaked out over the new do.  We get to the car to head on and she says "Mommy, I am going to do really good you know why, well I have 'Chinese' hair now!"  It took all I had to keep it together, but she was officially in the zone.  She walked tall, she bowed like Daniel-san and controlled herself like Bruce Lee.  She made me proud (for the record, I would have been proud if she went up and farted on cue) and she made herself proud as well.  The awards ceremony was last night and she got her new belt...and icecream maker (long story).  Here is a little photo of the proud tiger-cub.

Now, I mentioned my 'kids' kick ass, so let's not forget sweet baby Samantha.  She is doing fabulous and besides a case of cradle cap- or as Caroline says 'cradle crap'- she is one super happy baby.  She is smiling, cooing, and growing like a weed.  I still find myself asking 'how?' as in "how did I get so lucky to be blessed with two perfect children?"  Maybe I am not the synical, stubborn, catty ass I think I am and maybe, just maybe, the big man apreciates my sense of humor (which can get confused for said traits noted previously).

Well, I have a lot to look forward to this week.  We are going to make icecream to celebrate Caroline's new accomplishment.  We are going to go plant-ass-crazy and replace the folliage that Jay so kindly fried with his 'fertilizer' and we are going to celebrate the birthday of one of the coolest  (she kicks ass and is quite amazing) women I know and have a blast.  So, family time, great friends time, and well...cocktails, and you can paint this chick happy.

Duces!

Monday funday, I really want a sundae...

Do you ever have one of those days where all you really want to do is eat junk food and wear stretchy pants so you have more room for said consumption?  I actually am having a great day (thus far).  Samantha is getting over a cold and must be going through a growth spurt as she ate like a T-Rex this weekend.  She is still super sweet and super happy....just super hungry.  Caroline was her sassy little self as well.  Yesterday, we (ok, me and Caroline) took on the spontaneous plan to re-do her room.  We grabbed some spray paint at Lowes and planned to just spray paint her dresser to 'match' her bed and be done with it.  Well, two pieces of painted furniture, shifting of curtains, new placement of furniture, pictures re-hung, and closets/drawers cleaned out later, girly pants has sweet new digs.  I must say that I had not planned it, but loved what we got accomplished.  Had I not completely jacked up cooking dinner, I would have thought I was super-mom yesterday.  Caroline story sidebar- as we are going through the re-do, Caroline 'finds' all of her stuff that she just cannot live without.  She goes through the garbage bag to ask me why I am throwing away a sticker, and begs me not to put up the pair of shorts that would go so far up her a$$ she would walk like a flamingo.  I love her, but she was pushing my buttons.  I asked her to do something and (in true Caroline fashion) it took me about three request to get her attention and for her to finally do it.  As she picks up the item, she states (in a tone that would warrant a time-out) "goodness, mommy...tone down the bossy pants."  It took all I had not to pee my pants.  I love her so much, but buddy are we in for it.

So, to the ice cream part. I do not want these times to end.  It is summer, the kids (ok, Samantha's activities are less exciting) have lots to do, and I just want to play with them, be at home and make sundaes.  It isn't too much to ask, is it?