In which I am greatly bored and stressed out...

It is midnight. School starts in a few days and I am not ready. I am glad to have some time back to myself but I will be so busy after school that I really don't know how I am going to do it. I have two boys playing football. They are both on different teams so it is going to be interesting to see how practice times shape up. The oldest kiddo is in so much stuff I don't know weather to laugh or cry. She doesn't drive so that adds more on to the car mileage. I think I shall just go snuggle a baby and forget everything for the night. I will worry about schedules tomorrow.

Sleepy Pants

     I had all these grand plans for this weekend. We were going to go the lake and see my friend Kiri and her family. There was going to be fun. There was sleep instead. I (and the baby) actually slept in until 10:30 Sunday morning. It was amazing. The other kids actually kept quiet so I could sleep. I must have really needed the rest or something.

     I did get some things done. I learned how to make my own tortillas. They are rather simple and fun to make. The kids really liked them and I think they will make a good lunch for tomorrow. I plan on making some more tomorrow along with some pita bread and regular bread. I'm trying to save money by making things that we eat all the time.

     I have also found the most amazing side dish in the world. It's called "Shaved Zucchini" and it is to die for. You shave (with a veggie peeler) a zucchini into strips and sautee it in olive oil and then toss it with salt, pepper, red pepper flakes and cheese. I used asiago because it's a family favorite. It was delicious. It went very well with the chicken adobo and brown basmati rice we had.

     I know I have been slacking on the blog department but I am so busy lately. We have 3 kids playing baseball/softball and all three are on different teams. They are all enjoying themselves and playing well. I enjoy watching them play and (as my father would say) it keeps me out of the beer joints. I am happy to get one night a week where we don't go anywhere.

     I think I'm going to go try a microwave pudding recipe and then go to bed. I need more sleep.... soooo much more sleep.

Smelly Pants...

     We all have that favorite deodorant. The one that we can't live without. The one that we will search high and low for because we know it totally does it's 'effin job. It may not seem like a big job but it's pretty damned important. We don't want to smell like teenagers going through puberty when we are in our 30's. Well, I don't at least some of you other folks might but "Reek On". I will still love you and your smelly pits. 

     I am a "Mitchum PowerGel for Women" in the "Powder Fresh" scent kind of girl. The gel just makes the whole process so much easier. I don't have to worry about my awesome children leaving the lid off a solid and having it dry out. The gel seems to weather the storm that is my munchkins pretty damn well. It also leaves me smelling fresh but not "gag me with  a floral bouquet" fresh. 

     For years I would wander the deodorant isle in search of that one brand that could tame the wilds of my sweat glands. I had tried everything from men's deodorant brands to the all natural ones. They just didn't make my armpits feel like the girly girl they were trying to be. Mitchum really does that for me. I was tired of smelling like tea tree oil or an "overly obsessed with Axe" pre-teen boy. It's nice to hear my pits sing "I Feel Like A Woman" every morning when I apply a fresh coat. 

     I never thought I would actually be able to write so much about my underarms but thanks be to Katie for spurring my interest in this topic. 

     I wonder if Mitchum would send me free smelly good stick for my glowing review... 

Pants or no pants...

     Ok so it's been a little while since I've updated. I'm busy. I'm also lazy. I'm also much more likely to be chilling on the bed with the Marcus than sitting at my computer. I have a crap chair and it hurts my boootay.

     I also have been playing this EVIL game. It's called Heroes of Kalevala. It's oddly a fun game. It's also flipping addictive. It's like Bejeweled with a twist. It also causes random swear words to pop out of my  mouth and bad dance moves when I win. I did frighten my children tonight by singing "I'm the best around, nothings ever gonna keep me down" after I won a round. I also do a nice little dance. I am happy they haven't figured out how to post videos from my phone. That would be a tad embarrassing.

     I was talking with the hubby tonight and I told him how much I appreciate him putting up with my stupid crap. I randomly break out into song. I LOVE changing the words to songs as well. I figure I just make them "better" or something. It's nice to know he is there to listen to me (or not if he's playing his game) ramble on. He doesn't even get paid for it and he still does it. He's a nice fella. I think I might keep him.

     The oldest made it into the honor choir at school. She is rather excited. I'm excited for her. She will be in the  musical and the play next year. She also needs to learn to drive so I don't have to pick her up all the time. It gets old driving the other kids to one school and  then having to pick everyone up at different times. My poor van has WAY too many miles on it.

     I think I might just go off to sleepy land. I will probably watch a little tv and be boring. I like that sometimes though. I'm not always this awesome.

Cinnamon Pants... or something

     When I get REALLY bored I bake. I will make all sorts of stuff if I have the time. Today is a new cinnamon roll recipe. I love cinnamon rolls. If I could I would marry them and have little cinnamon roll babies, then I would eat those babies and then be thrown in jail for eating my young. I think I'll stick to the human husband for now. I do really love to bake though. It's one of those weird things that I never really learned to do as a kid but really took a shine to once I was married and could boil water.
   
     Let me take you back a bit. When we first got married (almost 16 years ago) I could hardly cook anything. Joe put up with a myriad of craptastic food until I finally got the hang of it. The man was a saint. He would choke down my hockey puck like pork chops and then I would suggest that we go eat at his folks house across town. It was bad. He would help me out as much as I would let him. We would try different things and we found out that if I had a recipe in front of me I might not suck so bad at cooking. These days I hardly use recipes or I'll just use them as suggestions. I no longer make hockey puck food. The baking however was just easy to pick up. Joe can't bake. He can make soups that will punch your face off but the man can't make a loaf of bread. I don't know  how he missed out on that gene from his family but he did. Maybe he was dropped on his head too many times at the bakery growing up (or hit his head on the floor due to tantrums) and the baking knowledge just sort of seeped out. I on the other hand can bake like a baking monkey. I love it too. I love making bread. The smells that come from baking are so good and really should be bottled and sold instead of all those fake flowery smells.

     My rolls have been cut and are rising a second time before I bake them.  I can't wait to see how they turn out. I also hope that it doesn't heat up the house too much. I think I might be willing to sweat some just for some cinnamon rolls. They just better be yummy.

I seriously need some sleep...

     I've totally hit the point where everything I say makes no damn sense. You know that point where you just feel like everything you think is gibberish. I'm on my 5th cup of coffee and totally there now.
    
     I just danced around the living room to Billy Idol (which was really damn awesome). Now Felix, who is 3, wants to watch a horrible show called "Bratz: Super Babies". This show is evil and he found it one day on his own and now he won't stop asking about it. I hate all things that have to do with Bratz. I just can't stand it. Why in the hell did they have to make super lame-o movies? WHY?
   
     My kids are going to hate me this weekend. I left them yesterday with instructions on what to do. They didn't do any of it. I want to kick them all in the face. I won't actually kick them because they would have to lay down on the ground first and it's just too much trouble. I am just tired of being totally ignored by the small ones in the house. Do they not know my awesome power. I can make an X-Box and a tv disappear for a whole weekend. I am that awesome.

     I also hate my cat. I know I shouldn't hate her but she is just so dumb. She's like that one friend that you all keep around because they can be nice but they are just so dumb you have a hard time listening to them. If you don't have a friend like that then you very well might be that friend for someone else. She just doesn't seem to do anything other than bug the hell out of us. I guess that is a cat's job description. It needs to be an assjacket. Her favorite past time is to jump into windows that aren't quite open and hang around on the sill (yes literally hang there) until she either gets tired or someone opens the window enough for her fat self to fit through. Her other favorite hobby is running really damn fast back and forth through the house and sliding on the wood floors. She gets bored I guess. I would be bored too if all I had to do was sleep all day. That poor cat and her boring life.

Pants... check!

     This whole "having 6 kids" thing is really turning out to be quite the... adventure. I really am just happy to remember to wear pants out of the house every morning. I would also like to point out that I have NOT accidentally left the baby anywhere, yet. I've made it almost 8 weeks without misplacing him.
   
     I figure this is how I have to  look at things from now on. I don't need to have high and lofty expectations. I just need to not forget a kid anywhere and remember to put on the appropriate clothes before I leave the house.

     This morning I was getting ready to take two of the kids to school, one is sick and the two youngest were going to stay home with Dad while I went quickly to school and back, and I actually heard myself tell my husband "I hope you don't want anything from town because I am NOT putting a bra on so I won't be getting out of the car". He just looked at me like I was a lost cause. I think I just might be.