02/28/2012

        THANK YOU SUZY!

I love love love it. And yes I will rock it like no other snowbunny/bear would.

I do not think I can express how amazing it is to find friendships so far away. It is incredible that you stumbled across my blog randomly one and day.

I am SO very THANKFUL for your friendship.

02/26/2012

First day of Snowboarding for Koda. 

She did amazing.

P.S. My boots fit!!!! If you haven't been reading long. You should know it had been REALLY freakin hard to find boots that fit.

02/23/2012

I want to start coffee table book that shows mom during the middle 

of the day. 

For some reason I know I have these secret things I do

when left alone with just the littles.

I often wonder what other mothers do in the middle of the day. 

Do they take long baths? Do they watch tv in their underwear? Do they 

reload gun shells? I just don't know what these

awesome other mothers are doing during the day. I know that my day are consumed by kids and activities but did you know at 3:30 my house is STILL a complete mess. 

Up until the moment I realize in order to get it clean BEFORE Sean gets home, I have to start NOW. 

Now is normally not until 4:15 due to a child's voice wanting an ELEPHANT to magically appear in our living room. 

By the way did I mention. I miss napping in the middle of the day.
I don't get to do that anymore either. 

Maybe another day at another time I will find those moments that I used to have for all the little things I love. 

Back to my mission: I think I want to 

start dropping in on my friends at random hours of the day and take pictures. 

I know not many of them will go for it but, I think it would be rad.

02/23/2012

I know this is suppose to be a time of joy, honeymooning, and lots of movement under the sheets

BUT

I think I may need a minute to vent and just get real about life.

If you have been following your know my schedule is completely out of wack.

With five other people to account for it has become a bit

fucking crazy over here. 

(I don't think my over acting hormones are helping much)

I feel completly over whelmed with schedule on top of schedule on top

of our regular house chores. I don't feel as if 

ANYTHING 

is getting done around here. The laundry seems to be mounting around every corner.

Lets not even talk about the dust bunnies.. They are breeding in about all the rooms. 

There just does not seem to be the time in a day to get 

everything done. 

Just when I think there is going to be an hour just one hour of time 

just for me... It seems to fall apart right before my eyes. 

Some appointment was moved, canceled or rescheduled with even my knowledge. 

Or another kid is sick. 

All I know is that there were suppose to be 5 hours today to catch up on my house; 

You guess it not even five minutes. 

I feel like pulling out all my hair and screaming at the top of my lungs. 

 JUST GIVE ME FIVE MINUTES.. Just five. 

But yelling isn't going to make anything better. I just have to take more deep breathes and try and life

with in the moment. I know that is a tough one on its own. 

Do you ever feel like there is NOT a person that you know that doesn't want from you? 

I can't seem to shake the feeling that everyone NEEDS something right now. 

I don't know how much I have to give left. 

Maybe it is time for some wine and a bath....Opps forget it is already past bedtime. 

Thanks for letting me get this off my chest. 

02/22/2012

 

I don't know if you have heard but, courthouse run away weddings are back in style! Yes I am following a trend of older couples who don't want to fork out THOUSANDS on our weddings. We want to spend THOUSANDS of dollars on our honeymoon! 

 

I was Very surprised at how emotional I was. I started crying right off the bat and cried all the way through. I was told it was cute. I was happy not many people were there to witness my love sniffles. 

I am so grateful to have found such an amazing man that I can now call my

HUSBAND! 

Love it. Here are some pictures from the court house.

 

 

 This is my besty Tara. She came witnessed and took pictures like every besty should do. She also let me borrow those fabulous shoes. That hurt my feet so bad I couldn't hardly stand it. (there were a more uncomfortable pair that I was wearing pre these that didn't help)

However the toms I bought right were to die for.

Come on back tomorrow for the party. 

P.S. rest in peace Barb. We love you so much and I am so glad you have made it to the dolphins. Lots of love little C.

02/21/2012

I am MRS. JONES!!!

Holly crap shit and stuff

I almost can't believe it but, yet alas it true. 

It was magically simple and completely us as it should have been. 

Did you know what a pain in the ass changing your name is? 

I didn't. I haven't had to do this before. I figure since Mr. Jones has an awesome name I should take it on. Not to mention the explanation of two names sucks. So, off I went to make my list of things that need addressing and holy fudge. There are SO many stops that I had not thought about aka: my passport, all of my credit cards, my phone bill, any account that I have access too.. How did  you all go about this large crappy ordeal? How much time do I have to do it? All of the unknowns. 

Done with the bitching. I am happy and content and totally Mrs. Jones.  Tomorrow I will bring you the pictures to prove it, plus I will let you in on our mini mini honeymoon. 

P.S. coming home to reality is a bitch seriously. I have a gamet of testing next week for this stupid cancer crap and on top of it all my good friend died. 

It was the wake up call: Hi you remember you don't live in fairy land... Yes you honeymooner come on you know you don't. 

02/15/2012

The ways I love you. 

I love the way you hold me close before we fall asleep.

I love the way you eat each piece of pasta. It is very you.

I love how every time I suggest sometimes your first response is no but, if I wait a few minutes I normally get my way I know. 

I love that you are still in love with me even though I can't cook, don't clean, and sometimes wake up on the wrong side  of the bed. 

You are my favorite by far. 

I can not imagine my life with out you. 

Thank you for being My Mr. Jones.