WHO DO I LOOK MOST LIKE, AND SOME WEIRD DREAMS

I went and checked out this website too, http://www.myheritage.com/ and I got quite a list.

I resemble these famous women:

Priscilla Presley
Vivien Leigh
Reese Witherspoon
Charlize Theron
Eva Herzigova
Catherine Zeta Jones
Gwyneth Paltrow
Yasmine Bleeth
Selma Blair
Tansu Ciller
Denise Richards

There were no males listed for me at all. Both my sisters got male listings, funny that I didn't.
Very interesting I should say....
What do you think?

I HAVE WEIRD DREAMS SOMETIMES The
other night I dreamed I was an Indian woman - like those you see in the Bollywood Movies - hee! I was still living in the same place though and I was married to an Indian Man, he wore black leather all the time and had a Big Black motorbike! We rode on his bike all over and then one day a friend of mine from India came to live with us because she needed a temporary place to stay until she could find her own place. But I found out they were having an affair after just a few days, right under my nose.
So I set his bike on fire and I cut up her clothes
- then I left them to hap livedly ever after. And I sucked off into the funset, on footback though cause I had burned the bike.
weird - really weird.

Another time I dreamed I went to a party in a very old building that was haunted or something cause strange blue lightning wash coming from the building's roof all the time. None of the people had faces and there was a Bart Simpson statue in the yard. It was struck by lightning just as my date and I got there, and it came to life and chased us. We ran into a dead end and hid behind some boxes and the statue carried on running and ran through the wall that was stopping us - but as it ran past us we heard it shouting - "Help Ghostbusters! Help!". Hee!
That one was also weird.

At least I get some dreamtainment while I sleep.

HERE'S YOUR SIGN!!

Once I heard Barry Hilton say that stupid people should be given a sign saying "stupid person here". Now I really like that idea because that way we will know to give that person a little more time to respond to what has been said or to just ignore them and pretend they dont exist. (I prefer the latter)
Of course we all know that stupid people shouldn't breathe, but unfortunately we can't go around putting plastic bags over their heads to prevent them doing so which is why a sign will have to do.
An example of a stupid person would be the person who phoned me in my office from his office in the same building and when I answered he asked me - "are you in your office?" - Uuuhhh, no, this is my voice mail!!! HERE'S YOUR SIGN!
The best, or should I say worst, was when I was a receptionist. I probably handed out about 2000 "stupid signs".
We had a really big glass door at the entrance to the building and we had a HUGE push / pull sign on the door for people coming in and out. PULL to come in, and PUSH to go out - I cannot tell you how many people PUSHED to come in and PULLED to go out - locking the door EVERYTIME! They all got signs - bright NEON ones.
One guy even tried to slide the door open - DUH! HERE'S YOUR SIGN!!!

And of course the person who phoned me, but he had the wrong number - TWICE! Both times I told him, "I am sorry, you have the wrong number" The second time I told him this he said "You are a fool!" and hung up. Hello - Take YOUR sign please! Who's the fool here???

Then you get these people who cross an intersection in peak traffic, before they should, only to end up stuck in the middle of the extremely busy intersection because they don't wait their turn. Then when the light changes green for us, we can't go any where, why? Because we have this silly bimbo sitting looking at us mouthing the words "so sorry" with her hands out because she was too stupid to wait and now she is sitting SLAP BANG in the middle of the intersection and we have to sit through our green light because of it. Here is YOUR sign poppie!

If anyone would like some "stupid" signs, please let me know and I will mail them to you - free of charge! Because I think that we are only doing society a favour. The more stupid poeple that wear signs, the easier life will be.

BUSTED!!!

A few days ago I was cleaning my house. I do it thouroughly every saturday cause I don't have the luxury of a maide. I move furniture to vacuum and mop the floors, clean the toilets and bathrooms, do washing etc etc. So when I moved the one couch out of the way to clean there, I found glass from the light cover under it. Immediately I know that the light cover has been broken - and I also know I had a spare one in the passage cupboard, which I check and dicover it is no longer there. So I call my hubby and tell him that one of the light shades/covers has been broken and replaced. I know it has, I am superior and nothing gets by me.

We call the boys into the lounge and they stand looking at us in all innocence. When I ask who broke the light they just look at me. Then I tell them I know it has been broken because I found the glass they missed in their clean up under the couch. Realising it is pointless to argue with his all to clever mom - Marke - without hesitation tells on his younger brother. Poor Sean. He would never tell on Marke that easily.

He tells us that Sean was spinning the broom around in the living room - drum majorette style - and he hit the light and smashed it. The light cover and the globe. Then they tried to cover it up. BUSTED!! When I look at Sean he is looking a bit guilty and trying to hide a naughty smile. A dead give away. There is no honour among light smashers! I love being the one doing the busting too!!!! Not cause I am mean but because it proves everytime you can't hide anything from your mom - you may be able to do it for a while - but the truth WILL out eventually!

Nice try boys! (I will give them that much, but they lack attention to detail.)

As much as I wanted to laugh throughout the whole thing, I couldn't, it may give them the impression that they may swing the broom around whenever or wherever they like - and I can't have that. I don't have anymore spare light covers. And what happens if the smash the T.V? I will have no peace because there will nothing to keep my husband busy(horror)

Boys will be boys. And moms will be cleverer.

HEY HEY IT'S FRIDAY!!!!!

Boy am I ever glad it's friday. I feel really blagh, and I just want to go home and curl up in the fetal position and pretend I dont exist for a few hours.

On a lighter note, last night Sean came to me with a test from school that we had to sign etc. He did well in the test but we read through it and checked his answers etc. I think that teachers must sometimes really have a good laugh at some of the answers they get from children on tests.

One question read something like this: "If your classmate didn't know what Locomotion was, how would you help him find out what it is, what would you tell him?"

To which Sean answered: "I would tell him to look in his workbook cause it's in there."

Of course the answer was marked wrong, but technically he was right I think. And of course hubby and I were ROTFL at him. He is a sweet funny little boy. You would just melt if you saw him too - I know you would. Not that I can take credit for his looks cause I had no part in making him - he is one of my stepchildren. But he is a beautiful child thats for sure, and he is funny.

Ok, thats me - I am going to die quietly in the corner now...

HERE IS SOMETHING FUNNY TO DO

Go down the lists below and find out who you really are, get each title then put them together and there you have it!

What month were you born in...
january- talented
febuary- lowlife
march- immature
april- wild
may- exciting
june- weird
july- selfish
august- hot
september- scary
october- messed up
november- cool
december-sexy

Now pick the color shirt you have on...
pink- cupcake sales person
blue- hooker
red- bartender
green- Celebrity
purple- Mc Donalds worker
white- slut
yellow- taxi driver
black- chef
orange- homeless
grey- stripper
no shirt- millionare
other- toe nail clipper

LAST...pick the day you were born on...
1- that loves food
2- that hates kids
3- that needs attention
4- that is a murderer
5- who sucks at reading
6- who strips to pay for bills
7- who kills kids
8- who goes to dunkin donuts everyday
9- that loves laguna beach
10- that is OCD with something
11- that is cheating on someone for $$
12- who never brushes their hair
13- who licks peoples toes
14- who is a gold digger $$
15- that wants to be in love
16- who is secretly bi
17- that is a whore
18- who is anorexic
19- that wants a vibrator
20- that owns two chinese fighting fish
21- that wants to have chinese food
22- who takes naked pictures of themselves
23- who loves cats
24- who wants sex
25- who is a bookworm
26- who will never have sex
27- who is a drug addict
28- who will live to be 121
29- that is obsessed with myspace
30- who will stay in the same place forever
31- who needs to brush their teeth

NOW PUT EM ALL TOGETHER AND PUT IT IN A COMMENT!

I am an immature cupcake sales person who hates kids - LOL!!

ONE OF THOSE MOMENTS

I worked, for a long time, at one of those 1 hour photo labs. At that time it was called Express Photo. And boy did we have some laughs!! Not only at the weird photos we had the opportunity to look at, but at the customers, and at each other.
One day in particular stands out in my memory like it happened today. I will never forget it.
This man came to the counter, he had a very small frame, like a woman, with long blond hair and stubble on his chin. He wore tiny denim shorts and sandals and a white cotton shirt. But what caught my attention and held my gaze were his hands. Beautifully manicured long (french) nails with jewelry that most women would just die for - rings, bracelets and diamonds. His hands were so beautiful I couldn't take my eyes off them! I dont know if he was in the middle of a sex change, or if he was a drag queen or what, but he was fascinating! And of course he was all we could talk about the moment he left the shop.

Now when we make negatives and photos the negatives come out of one machine in a looooonnnngggg strip we then feed that through the printer and it turns them into phots (just a short description of what happens). The photos come out in sections and each batch has a number. We then put the photos into the envelope and cut the negatives on a really nifty little machine.

Of course when this particular man came back for his phtos I rushed to help him so I could examin him a little closer. His photos had just come out of the machine but his negatives were not cut yet. So put my great big size 7 foot in it when I said the following:

Me: "Here are your photos, uuuhhh......sir. I am just quickly going to cut your nails for you...."
(wonder what was on my mind...)

At this point I froze, he looked at me for a second before I ran howling with laughter into the office -unable to help him further because of the doubled over position I was in at that moment. One of the lady's working there with me heard the whole thing and in fact she joined me in the office laughing just as much. At me or with me - I still dont know. My co-workers teased me for weeks about it, and my husband, who worked with me then, still laughs about it from time to time.

It's those times that you just wish you could suck your words back into your mouth and erase them from existence so that no-one ever heard them or knew you had uttered them - except you.

But then, how boring would life be...

PORRIDGE BRAIN

If you have ever been pregnant you will understand what "porridge brain" is. I had it - bad - when I was pregnant with Donovan. Your brain seems to stop working, your memory gets really bad. You forget where you put things, you forget what you were doing, you forget what you were saying, you forget where you were going. You cry for no reason and you have a very short fuse at times.

You do things that make NO sense at all and you dont know why. Most of the time all you do know is (if it is summer) that you are hot and uncomfortable (infact, even if it is winter) and you cannot tie your shoe-laces or paint your toenails or shave your legs cause your BIG FAT TUMMY is in the way.

Your husband knows that he better just "yes dear" and "anything you say dear" to whatever you say and ask, because most men are terrified of angry pregnant women. And they know, or they learn very quickly, that even though you have a tummy as huge a blimp you can still throw things rather accurately.

OK, now that I have that explained, let me tell you what I did:

One night, I was making supper. It was macaroni and cheese. I did everything right. Pre-heated the oven, grated the cheese while the macaroni was cooking, everything was perfect. I was going to be able to sit and relax for a few minutes while it baked in the oven. So anyway, about 20 minutes later I went back to the oven to see if the mac and cheese was ready yet - but I was frozen to the spot when I entered the kitchen because there was nothing in the oven!
No macaroni and cheese, even though the oven light was on and I could clearly see there was nothing in the oven, I opened it to check inside anyway (just incase) - nope, no macaroni and cheese. (Just as I suspected)

The first thing I thought was that hubby dear was trying to pull a fast one on me. And this short little conversation ensued:

me: Babes, where is the supper? (rather irritated hands on hips tummy protruding attitude)

hubby: Pardon? (HUH!? What you talking about - face is a question mark attitude)

me: (thinking for a second) Uuhh, nevermind. (scurrie back to the kitchen - puzzled)

Ok, so the macaroni and cheese wasn't in the oven. Hubby didn't know where it was or what was going on. But then a thought occured to me....

me: (thinking to myself - panick setting in)
No!
It can't be.
I know I put it in the oven.
I dont want to look.
I have to look - but what if it is.
Oh I will look SO stupid.

So I opened the fridge, and what do ya know?! There is my macaroni and cheese, raw as ever and ice cold. Oh brother, I am never going to live this one down. Sheepishly I go back to the lounge and inform the family (starving, ravenous animals) that supper will be another 30 minutes or so because I didn't put it in the oven to bake, I put it in the fridge to "set" first. (To this day I don't remember putting that dish in the fridge - I truly don't, I swear I put it in the oven.)

Anyway, hubby told my sister who laughed at me without any shame, the two of them together, and she told another friend - who was also pregnant, and she laughed just as much at me. Everyone had a good laugh at my expense. My parents, sisters, hubby and friends.
I laughed too, what more could I do. I mean I am always so orgnised and well presented, they could have their fun, it doesn't happen often (hmpht - whatever)

THE 24 QUESTION MEME

I was tagged by Angel, so here goes...........

1) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.
Therefore confess your sins (A little book on prayer)
2) Stretch your left arm out as far as you can and see what you touch.
My office wall
3) What is the last thing you watched on TV?
“Medical Detectives” – meh, me too. It was rather lame last night though.
4) Without looking, guess what time it is.
08h15..?
5) Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?
08h43, hhhmmm
6) With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
My radio – palying "Ancient of Days"
7) When did you last step outside? What were you doing?
This morning from my door to the gate to wait for my lift.
8) Before you started this survey, what did you look at?
Angel's Mind - weblog
9) What are you wearing?
Black pants and a black jacket and a yellow top.
10) Did you dream last night?
Yep. About what I was going to look like in a few years.
11) When did you last laugh?
This morning ! :-)
12) What is on the walls of the room you are in?
Calenders, scales of dimensions for bottles and caps and photos of my boys.
13) Seen anything weird lately?
Yep, this morning there was an old man wearing a green shirt who kept cycling past the gate where I was standing first one way then the other, up and down.
14) What do you think of this quiz?
Something different
15) What is the last film you saw?
Mystery of the Nile on IMAX.
16) If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?
I would first give my Tithe, Houses for my kids, a house for me and hubby, a car for each of us. And a place to start my ministries.
17) Tell me something about you that I don't know.
Sheesh, I cant think of anything...
18) If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?
Preach the Gospel – wherever I go!
19) Do you like to dance?
Kinda
20) George Bush
???????
21) Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?
Megyn
22) Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?
Donovan (done this already)
23) Would you ever consider living abroad?
Absolutely – want to retire in Tuscany
24) What do you want God to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?
“Well done, good and faithful servant.” Matthew 25:21

THIS TOTALLY ROCKS!!!

I just love this writing thing. It is like I have unlocked a whole new part of me that I have always known was there, but never knew how to get to it. I have this whole new - "I Blog And You Dont, And I Am Therefore Better Than You" persona going.
And it is true, BLOGGERS rock! I always thought that of the people who's blogs I read and now - I ROCK TOO!!!!

This is just the most fun I have ever had with my keyboard - HEE, Bloggers do it with their Key Boards! Hows that for a new bumper sticker or T-Shirt.

I am having a BLAST!!! This is the best thing since Lindor Chocolate - and there is nothing - NOTHING better than Lindor Chocolate, it is sinful to eat thats how devine it is.

My favourite things in the World, in this order, are:

BLOGGING
Lindor Chocolate
BLOGGING
Reading
BLOGGING
Books
BLOGGING
writing - (same thing kinda)
BLOGGING
and so on and so on.

thank you for reading, if you read this blog - you OFFICIALLY rock too.

SEX BOMB.....

I remembered something that happened to me a few years ago. Something, funny.

I was doing a bit of shopping at our local supermarket. (this was before Donovan was born) I had Marke and Sean with me and they were sitting in the shopping trolley. They were quite small still, but that didn't stop them singing "Sex bomb, sex bomb, u're my sex bomb!" at the tops of their voices with me pretending not to hear them when there were people in the isle, and trying to shoosh them when there were no people in the isle, but because I could not keep a straight face I was battling with that. (That naughty little sparkle they had in their eyes and those impish grins were just irresistable, I almost wanted to join them in their song.)

Anyway, we were moving rather slowly through the isles cause I was comparing products and prices and looking at all sorts of things, you know just taking my time - with the"sex bomb" rendition going on in the background all the time - and at one point, I was deep in thought about something, (can't remember what it was - and it's not important now either) and I walked back to my trolley and began to push it into the next isle - still looking at the shelves and products and the prices intently. When in the distance I heard a voice calling, but I didn't register that the voice was talking to me when the owner of the voice - a thin plain looking woman with glasses - grabbed hold of my arm and with a look of complete disgust on her face said "Excuse me, I think you've taken the wrong trolley...!!" At first I looked incredulously at her, but before I argued I quickly looked down at the trolley I was pushing, and there were two strange children sitting there, a small boy and a girl staring up at me with huge eyes. I could feel the blood rising in my cheeks - right up to my hairline, getting red and hot with embarrasment. And when I looked back, there in the isle I had just left were my two little boys happily sitting there, still singing "Sex bomb, sex bomb" without ever missing a beat or even noticing what had happened.

I wanted the earth to just open up and swallow me. Imagine what that woman must have thought. Maybe she thought I was trying to steal her children or maybe she thought I was trying to swop my noisy singing boys for her two little angels hoping she wouldn't notice, or maybe she just thought I was completely mad. But whatever she was thinking, she didn't stick around, she was gone when I turned around again - dumbfounded. And I spent the rest of the day giggling at what had happened in that isle, and I couldn't wait to get home to tell my husband what I had done - hee.
(Not that I was proud of it, but because I knew he would laugh at my story.)

FUNNY THINGS CHILDREN SAY

Especially my youngest son. Here are a few things he has said in the past, first let me say, I have rather large front teeth (yay I spelt it right!!!) which are crowns cause I smashed them out in a bycicle accident in primary school. So anyway, I was helping Donovan brush his teeth one morning, when he asked me to show him my teeth - so I grimaced at him as best I could to reveal all my teeth to him. At which point he said to me "Ek hettie sukke tanne nie." I frowned and said "Watse tande?" to which he replied "Ek hettie sukke 'wots up doc' tanne nie." Well of course I was once again paraletic with laughter and I couldn't tell my husband what was so funny, and Donovan stood there toothbrush in hand with a sheepish grin on his face. Needless to say I now have a complex about my teeth.

Another time Donovan again, (he is so different to the other kids) was with my dad at the mall. The parking lot was particularly full that day, and I think Donovan was about three. Now I have learned that kids pick up bad words really fast and repeat them as often as possible. And Donovan picked up one (well it has been more than one, but this one in particular was his favourite) from nursery school. So he and my dad were driving around the parking lot looking for a spot to park and Donovan was looking out the window when he said "Check al hierrie karre Oupa - vokkit." My father almost rode into an occupied parking spot. And then spent the rest of the morning giggling at what his grandson had said. I know we are not supposed laugh at them when they swear but man when it is so unexpected you can't help it.

Oh and you all know the little guy on the Cerebros or is it Cerebos - anyway the little boy on the salt container who is pouring salt on the chicken? Well Donovan named him Bennie. But he didn't really name him. He was looking at the container one day and turning it around and around and then said to himself - thinking out loud - "O, daars twee Bennies". As if everybody knows that his name is Benny.

I have often laughed at him until my sides hurt, the poor kid must think his mommy is a loony - maybe thats why he was on about my "Wots up Doc" teeth.

FEELING VULNERABLE

So I have let a few people know that I am blogging - I know I wasn't going to for a while - but I just cant keep things to myself. I have also dropped a little note at some blogs of people I really admire - I feel like my writing skills are so simple compared to theirs - so guys, be gentle. You all know who you are, if you got a little note from me saying "Check this out - it's me banquo", then yip - you are one of those people I admire!!

SHOO FLY!!!

So yesterday afternoon I am sitting in the living room watching a bit of T.V before I tackle supper and there is this HUGE fly buzzing around lazily, then it comes and buzzes around me I think: "If I take off my shoe and whack it - it wont bother me anymore." But I get this image of me removing my shoe and the fly just freezes in midflight, wings and legs stiff and straight in a death spasm his little mouth open in a silent scream gasping for air (imagine a scene from the matrix) and then falls to the floor - dead. Who needs fly swatters or bugspray when all you have to do is remove your shoe, heh heh. I didn't take off my shoe - cause of the little image in my brain. But I did think it would make a pretty good ad for people who battle with that - smelly feet - that is. I dont but I am alsways careful where I take my shoes off - just in case.

And I am just loving this rain. Apparently we can expect it to rain well into February and March. I fell asleep with the rain and thunder last night, and woke up to rain this morning too. I wished I could just stay in my bed in the quiet with the sound of the rain all around - until I heard Donovan who had woken up and got his army men down and was playing war games under his duvet, not very peaceful. So I had to get up and get the kids going for school. But really - the first thing I thought when I woke up this morning was "yay its saturday" NOT!!!!

And hubby is still sick and he even told me yesterday that he wont laugh and joke and be all funny if he is feeling so lousy - not even a smile..... oh pity me, pity me. I can live with the rain, but when I look at my hubby and his face looks like a storm cloud I want to just smack him. Life is no fun when he is sick.

LAUGHING !!!

I just love laughing - and making other people laugh. And I love talking!!! One lady who worked with me once told me that she didn't know how I got anything done, cause everytime she saw me I was chatting. Well, I am a woman and I can multi-task, that means I can talk and work at the same time. I do it all day!!!

What I love the most is when people say soemthing - but you hear something totally different, I log them in my memory so I can recall them anytime I want and have good laugh at them. Here are some fine examples:

My boyfriend (many years ago - at least a few years ago, I'm not old enough to say many yet) and I were (funny, I always imagine I am whispering when I type in brackets - hee) driving from his house to my house. He got to a traffic light just as it turned orange - so he sped up a little and kept going. So I remembered a little rhyme that goes: "Red means stop, green means go, and orange means - ride like hell!", at which point I said to him :"Red means?" and he looked at me and frowned slightly (should have been a clue). And about 200 meters on the same thing happened with another traffic light - to which I commented "Green means?" (of course I just take it for granted that everyone is as brilliant as me and knows all the funny things I do) and again he just frowned slightly. About 400 meters on from there, he turned to me and in a very frustrated voice said "Red Beans, Green Beans WHAT!?" Of course at this point I doubled over with laughter and laughed till the tears ran (till the tears became) I couldn't tell him what I had said cause I was laughing too much. Poor guy, I dont know if I ever told him what I was on about...

Another time, a friend of mine and I were returning from a holiday on a luxury bus. The bus was practically empty, anyway, he was feeling tired, I think, so he reclined his seat and said "I seem to be further back that you." (dont ask why he said that - I will never know). But what I heard was - "I seem to be forever baffling you." I was very puzzled - not that funny I know - you had to be there. I found it histerical!!!
This same guy and I were in an Ice-cream shop and I had hiccups - which I stated, and he thought I had said "I'm a nutcase" - not wrong, obviously - needless to say I was paraletic with laughter there too!!!

Another time, this guy working with me - doesn't work here anymore - (HA - that wasn't in brackets) was standing in my office looking through a file of documents, I think it was a Thursday, cause he said, "Today feels like a Monday." - THREE times I asked him to repeat what he had said, and everytime I heard "Today feels like I'm hungry", eventually I said, "so eat something", he was obviously puzzled and asked me why? (trying to figure out why if today felt like a monday he should then eat something) he told me what he had said and then left me hooting with laughter in my office - very quickly I might add.

Now I have forgotten what else I had to say cause my children just walked into my office and are regailing me with all sorts of stories and adventures from the the day -along with the announcment of "Ek kort 'n pee"

Anyway - more funnies and what nots tomorrow - well maybe.

(I have decided to change my brackets voice to a lower less chatty voice not a whisper)

EVER GET THE FEELING...

Ever get the feeling your children are laughing down their sleeves at you?
Yup, I know they do it. Specially Marke, he never takes anything we say seriously. Like last night for instance I find him scratching around in my bedroom and when I questioned him he just shrugged and pulled his lip up at me - made me feel he may as well just swear at me cause he couldn't care less either way.
I feel sometimes that it is my husbands fault he is like this cause he never lays down the rules firmly enough, and when he does, he never sticks to them. So Marke knows that whatever happens or whatever is said - it wont last and he doesn't take it seriously.
Another example, we have a playstation - which I hate - and the rules were no playing in the week thats a time for homework etc etc etc. But Hubby plays all week and Marke sits and watches.
We agreed when he bought the machine that they would not be allowed to play any age restricted games - well that flew out the window too when I found Marke playing a 16+ game with his Dad and he is 13. We agreed the the remotes for the PS2 would be kept locked away in the week to prevent them playing - doesn't happen. "they wont risk not being allowed to play" says hubby. "Marke knows he may not play in the week" says hubby.
And do the remotes get packed away? NNNOOOOO.
"I put them in such a way that I will know if they have played with them" says hubby. PLEASE - someone give him a WAKE UP pill. This kid is playing him so well and he doesn't see it, or wont see it - I dont know.
So on Sunday night at 20h00 Marke decides - after a whole weekend of playstation, which started on Friday, that it was time to do homework. Hubby was furios and told him that the next weekend there would be NO playstation. And he would not be allowed to watch while others played either.
Now I know that Marke is laughing his little ASS off cause he knows that come the weekend - he will be playing playstation, like nothing ever happened. Even I know it.

It is frustrating, but you know - I cant say anything, cause I dont know what I am talking about. So I just leave Marke to hubby - he can deal with him. I am not going to fight with him.

BIG BABY

Ok, so my Hubby is sick. He has an Upper Respiratory Infection, which he insits is FLU!! (Even after the doctor wrote on his sick note Upper Respiratory Infection) And he looks - constantly - as if he is about to die. Now most people who know my husband, know he is not the serious, quiet type. Well if you had to see him the past few days you would wonder if he really was dying.

Men are such BABY'S when they get sick - and he is not even that sick for goodness sake! He mopes around all day - wont lift a finger to a do a DAM thing, and last night I even thought he smelled funny - like it was time to take a shower - or something. I mean really.
Now what worries me is that we have been talking about him going for that little procedure that will turn him into a sports model - you know a "V" - section (vasectamy - said in a whisper) but if this is how he behaves when he has a slight cold, how am I going to put up with him if he goes for that silly little op.
I had a "C"-section when I had Donovan, and believe me - I never want to feel that kind of pain again, and I still had to come home and take care of my baby and other household chores - like I had not just undergone major surgery. And he was there - he saw what my poor body had to go through. Did I get to sloff around and neglect my duties and go into a complete depression and feel so sorry for myself? KNOW WAY!!!
It reminds of that ad on T.V with that guy who whines from his bedroom - "honeeee, I nee ee ee ee ee d you..." UGH! Why are men so pitiful when they get sick, the last thing it does is make me feel sorry for him. On the contrary, it makes me want to place my foot so far up his ass that he will very quickly forget about his silly little cold.

I have come to the conclusin that ALL men have a serious case of SLUMBUM, and when they get sick, they think it is time to manifest this at it's absolute worst.

Ok, well, my first post. It has taken me SO long to get started and I have been commenting on other peoples blogs forever!!! I have not told anyone I know that I have started this one cause I want to wait and see how it goes.

Mostly I want to blog so I can "offlaod" my frustrations about being a stepmom etc. I have often wished that I could start over sometimes - like in some games you get a "do over" - but in this game there are no such things. And because I got myself into this, and this far - I will just have to continue and make the best of it. Which I am doing, but I sometimes get frustrated being the only woman in a household FULL of men and also being a stepmom. I refer to my stepchildren as "my children" cause to me thats what they are, but my oldest son doesn't see me as his mother. He has said so in the past and he makes his feelings very obvious. But I try not to take it personally cause I know in my heart that one day, when he is all "growed" up he will see things differently.

My second son is just such a sweet and beautiful child and my youngest son (mine biologically) is as naughty as anything - he has me on the run alot!

My children are Marke - 13, Sean - 9, and Donovan - 6.

So I am Stepmomming, momming, housewifing and working - and today, I wish - I WISH, I could just leave it all behind me - just for a moment....