SOME OF YOU INQUIRED ABOUT THE RECIPES I USED FOR MY CHRISTMAS GOODIES. I WILL NOT BE POSTING THOSE ONLINE, BECAUSE THEN ALL MY FRIENDS WILL HAVE THE RECIPE AND THAT MEANS I CAN NO LONGER MAKE MY TREATS FOR THEM. HOWEVER, IF YOU WANT THE RECIPE AND YOU DONT KNOW ME PERSONALLY EMAIL ME AT WILDDREEMER AT YAHOO DOT COM AND I WILL GIVE YOU WHICHEVER RECIPE YOU WANT!

I was just over reading Laineys blog (the little stinker got to open her presents early) and she was talking about diamonds. I was reminded of the day we picked out my wedding band. The jewelry guy looked at my husband when I said I didn’t want anything big, and said something about how I say that now but after he marries me I’ll be all ooooo I want a bigger ring, and ear rings and a bracelet. I tried to explain to the guy that no, in fact I would never want a bigger ring, or a bracelet or what not. I actually have diamond ear rings from my mom. Know what I do with them? I let my jewelery box wear them. I also have a diamond necklace from Rob. It goes on jewelry box camping trips with my ear rings. Then once or twice a year on fancy occasions (read, when I wear my black dress) I put on the ear rings and the necklace. This guy didn’t believe me. He kept telling Rob that all women say that before they are married, then they get the guy to marry them and suddenly want to be all iced out and shit. I had to laugh because while diamonds are great for some people (seriously Katie looks stunning with some diamonds on…but, I mean, Katie does her hair every day and stuff so she totally should wear diamonds as a reward for that task) but for me diamonds are about as exciting as wearing dirt. I love my wedding and engagement ring and thats it. All together the cost of the other jewelry I wear on a daily basis is $5.25.

However, don’t let this fool you into thinking I don’t have expensive taste. I just like different things. You see, if it was fashionable to walk around dangling shiny new Wusthof Santuko knives from my ears, well shit, you wouldn’t be able to pry me out of that jewelery store. Yup thats right. Kitchen shit! Thats my diamond. The way some women get over a diamond, well thats how I get over a new Lew Crueset pot, or an Al Clad sauce pan, or heaven forbid a new Wusthof. In fact I don’t think I could ever have enough knives. You could buy me one every week and it wouldn’t be enough. I would never tire. In fact all this talk about kitchen stuff is making me feel a little frisky if you know what I mean. I think its funny that while that jewelry store guy was totally wrong about diamonds he was right about the fact that all of us have that one thing, the one thing that makes the world light up and makes your husband suddenly shit roses and fireworks crack in the sky. For me it’s knives. What is it for you? Whats the one thing that if you saw under the tree this year, you would, well lets just say you wouldn’t mind if the next thing you opened was a pair of knee pads?

I gained two pounds for quality control. Uggg. Oh well at least it is all boxed up and out of my sight now right! Next poll will be how much weight I lose next week since I WILL LOSE WEIGHT!

This is one of my better cheats. When I was about 15 my cousin and I had went to Wild Waters. We met these guys, Kieth, Luke and Scott. I had dated Scott for quite a while on and off and then later Luke and I started to date (like 2 years later). Anyway Kieth and I over the years had become pretty good friends and so it was nothing strange for us to hang out. Luke and I would sort of haphazardly date. One day we decided to kind of make things official. The problem with Luke is, well…he was a nice guy. Nice guys and me didn’t really get along. I mean, I needed adventure and arguments, and tears and well, great sex you know. So after a few weeks of being very bored with Luke and how freaking nice he was I called Kieth, who was also his good friend and told him we needed to talk about this whole thing. I headed out to his house and we were hanging out talking. One thing led to another and before I know it we were hooking up. Kieth was the bad guy I was looking for. He was also someone I had no interest in beyond that night. Anyhoo here we are hooking up when my phone rings. Well Luke had known I was going to see Kieth and I kind of thought that if I didn’t answer he would think it was weird, especially since he had just called Kieths phone and he also hadn’t answered. So I picked up, while still fooling around. We talked for a bit, I passed the phone to Kieth and he talked for a bit. We hung up and kept doing what we were doing and all the sudden the phones started ringing. He would call me, then Kieth, then me again. I imagine he got off the phone, thought about it all and figured it out..I mean obviously my voice sounded a little funny and, ummm distracted. I told Kieth he should tell him since they were friends he wouldn’t be to mad at him. So he told him. Then I got a phone call from Luke bawling (I don’t handle that weepy shit well). I told him, OOPS and hung up. He tried for a while but I didn’t care. I had hoped what I did was enough to send a nice guy running, but no such luck man! I eventually just stopped taking his calls, but man nice guys are hard to get rid of.

The sickie in his bed being the king of the world, watching Back in the Back yard on his brand new cable DVR box hooked up to his Superman TV! Do you know what this means???? This means my Tivo can finally have room for something other then Dora, Mermaid, Tigger, JoJo, Wubzy, Cow, Elmo, Monster House, Mickey, Pooh and on and on and on!

My kids are sick. Both of them. And if you thought a two year old with a stuffy nose who couldn’t breath was sad, well a 4 week old who can’t breath is even sadder. Since he can’t breath he has had trouble nursing at night. That is even sadder then the first part of the sad. Anyway since he can’t nurse well I keep waking up with a lot of milk. However last night about 2am I was full. My boobs were FULL!!!! He nurses some on one side but not the side that was bursting at the seems. I thought about pumping but really didn’t want to bug the whole house. So I just went back to bed. The next thing I know I woke up in a puddle. I was laying on my left side and so much milk had leaked out of my right boob that it was literally filling up my bra on the other side. Enough that I could actually dunk my finger in it. Fun huh? Yeah that was terrific. Since I’m lazy I grabbed a cloth diaper (I use em as burp rags) and tucked it into my bra and called it even. Nope I woke up with a sopping wet bra and shirt and child (he was sleeping with me). I had to pump this morning when I woke up because if not Codi totally chokes and then spits out all his milk. Can you believe after all that leaking I still got about 6 oz off my right boob alone? Yeah it was that full. I then got 2 off my left (he had been nursing off that side at night thats why it was less). But still 6 ounces on one side people I can’t even imagine the amount I would have gotten last night had I not leaked out about 38 ounces on myself. I do not love waking up drenched thats for sure!

In other news Brandon spewed out cream cheese vomit all over my couch last night. And no amount of upholstery cleaner (I so just spelled upholstery with an A, apolstry, hmm), Fabreeze, and Lysol are taking the smell out. So I’m sitting her smelling this rotting milk smell and I keep thinking, “omg your bra is rotting from all the leakage last night,” but then I stop and realize that NO its the tub of cream cheese my sick child puked up last night. I’m going to have a damn nervous break down over this. I would just wash all the cushion covers AGAIN but he puked on the back of the couch too…you know the kind I can’t just wash!

Brandon is laying next to me and he is giving me a shot up his nose and I can see the boogers from here. Man oh man this stuff is sad.

Lets see what else. My husbands old bosses wife came over last night to bring us dinner. Seriously he hasn’t worked there in over a year but they still love him. I’m not sure I’ve met nicer people. She brought us dinner as something nice after having Codi. She brought, mashed potatoes with garlic, chicken, garlic bread and cheese bread, a salad and cookies. Cookies of the Gods by the way, I need her recipe. She even put it in a fancy little basket and covered it with pretty table clothes. Then she packed Brandon a present and got me a cute Scrapbook for Codi. Now that is a lot of work for someone to go through for a guy who hasn’t worked for them in over a year and only worked for them for about a year. Does that give you an idea about the kind of guy I’m married to? Yeah, he’s that guy. The guy that everyone loves. Not just because he is nice (but omg is my husband about the nicest friendliest guy you’ll EVER EVER meet) but because he also does his job. He is such a hard worker, and not because he wants to show off, or hes trying to get over time or something, nope hes just that way because its his nature. You do something, you do it 100%. So that means that when he worked for that boss the boss that basically didn’t like anyone and was mean to everyone (they did construction so there was a lot of yelling), he was the one getting called pet names like son, or buddy. He was the only one given a full week off paid leave when he had a baby (another guy had one same week and didn’t get a dime), he was the only one who got time off for my other surgeries, in fact he got flown back from his job site by his boss just to make sure he was home in time. He was the only one who basically never got in trouble and his boss and his wife still to this day talk to us. They don’t speak to anyone after they quit. Not us. They have brought a present to both of Brandon’s birthdays. His wife emails me, and last night they brought over a full dinner. So you see, thats the kind of man I married. The man that makes the biggest meanest bully of a boss turn into your goddamn best friend or your dad. In the mean time I can’t stop eating cookies because they might be the best cookie I’ve ever had in my life.