They're my bottles!

Little mans daycare teacher, well one of them anyway, has taken it upon herself to puncture the nipples of his bottles, I assume to either increase the flow or help in her laziness that she can put his rice cereal in his bottle. Rather than feed by spoon.

This really bothers me. 

I plan to question her quite thoroughly tomorrow. 

Am I overreacting? 

Just sew...

Everyone I know and read about these days seems to be making stuff.. .Whether it's sewing or crafting... Just making things ..

 Wishing I could make things ..

I bought the fabric to attempt to make  a diaper cover for the boy MB.  Yea I took one look at the antique sewing machine of my grandmothers ....

I cried myself to sleep.

1030 pm on a Saturday.

Saturday has came and went, it's getting late around here but as I sat bored watching a little Family Guy I decided to kill a few minutes in the blogoland.

It rained, a lot today. Storms and rains and everything, pretty normal.  I can't believe how weird the weather has been.  It's crazy! Freezing vortex and now it's like spring, I'm sure Jesus will be coming back this weekend or next.

Either that or Mother Nature really has lost her mind.

Had a funeral today, my Granny lost her brother to an eight month battle of cancer.  Always hard to watch your Granny, aunts and uncles crying at the loss of someone they love. It's hard to see anyone lose people they love.

Just a reminder, another reminder.

One of the ladies there, reminded me, AGAIN at how much I look like my mom.  Should that bother me?  It doesn't bother me really that we look a like more like I feel people shouldn't tell me all the time, lol.  That makes no sense I know and I sound like a cry baby, but whatever. Just makes me think about how much I miss that woman!

I hope you guys had a better, dryer Saturday. It's bedtime, boy monkey is asleep.  For a few more minutes. He still isn't sleeping through the night.  When he wakes up I'm so tired I just grab him and bring him into my bed. I shouldn't I know, but I can't see the harm.  Mr MB hates it.  I don't know what else to do at this point, I can't stay up all night.

I work too ya know?

Happy Saturday Dingleberries.

-Hang in there

Friday's Fabulous Photo

Happy Friday Dingleberries!  Have a fabulous weekend!

Some people...

Was driving down I85 yesterday morning, heading in to work and I could see in the distance and large truck on the side of the road with it's flashers on.

Anyone who knows about those large trucks on the side of the interstate know that at times they tend to stick out and well on occasion the driver of the truck can been caught going in and out and up under the hood and stuff.

So I decided, hey it may be a nice thing to go ahead and change lanes and get on past him. Using my blinker I get over into the fast lane.

So I guess the driver of the  large truck in that lane didn't appreciate me getting over in front of him. Even if it was only going to be for a short time so I could get around the guy on the side of the road.  Dude turns on his bright lights and leaves them on.  They are ridiculous bright to be honest. I couldn't believe it, it's still bugging me a day later.  Trying to do the right thing and some jerk gets all bent out of shape about it.

Losing faith in the world sometimes, lol. People are just jerks!  .

-Hang in there

My Very Merry Airmail Christmas, 2013

Good morning, well afternoon actually, my dearest Dingleberries. Christmas was quite an event, that's for sure.  I hope everything went well for you all out there in the blogosphere. I opened up blogger this morning so I could begin working on this post, here it is a few hours later and I'm just one the first part of it.  At least I finally got the picture above put in!  I consider that quite an achievement. 

So I could fill a post honestly of how things went and what the monkeys got for Christmas this year. But I'm going to save that for another post and to be honest. I hope to get it done before the New Year.  It's on my list and I'm hoping.  

So most of you are aware I linked up again with A Very Airmail Christmas this year.  This year it was in memory of Mama MB who passed away last November of breast cancer.  It was quite fun and  I hope we continue to do it for years to come.  There are some amazing and awesome Dingleberries out there. For those of you who participated in it this year,  thank you, on behalf of Mama MB up in the heavens. I hope the Christmas card brought you some smiles this year. 

My card came from Austrailia this year, check out Sophie, awesome lady :)

Hang in there my Dingleberries!!  

Sure doesn't feel like Christmas,

It's beginning to look a lot like .....  Christmas?  How many of my dear Dingleberries are ready for the upcoming holiday?  I'd like to say that I am, but Mr MB sprung it on me this morning that "we" needed to figure out the rest of the Christmas shopping.  Uhm, :clears throat: I was under the assumption that "I" was done with my shopping.  I figured out what all of my family would get and also what the kids would get for Christmas this year.  Honestly I felt that my part of the job was done.  Seems as though, my job is never done. 

We recently became dedicated to church and God.  This is hard for me at times, because I'm severely selfish and bitchy.  It's true!  Hence the whole " poo flinging" what did you think this meant?  Just sayin'.  So I'm a selfish brat who finds it hard to accept that I should happily do everything there is under the sun without help from anyone.  That when I ask for help I should happily understand when no one helps!  

As I said, this is hard for me.  

Mr MB, Granny MB and myself are arranged to be Baptized this Sunday.  This is hard for me to accept because I keep thinking I should be a new person before hand.  Am I misunderstanding that once it's done you're a new person.  I'm still going to think the same though, how can I rid my life and brain of all this selfishness I carry around with me. This guilt and anger and resentment.  How can I be Christlike with all of this I hang on to.  

I can't grasp an understanding.

What acceptance of Christ has brought me is a new and somewhat humble thinking.  I am so very grateful and love my life and family so much. It has helped me that I should ask for help sometimes. I shouldn't be to proud to admit that sometimes I just can't carry it all.  

So I've taken the good with the bad, at this point. Life will have it's ups and downs and before long I will level back out.  Right?

Yea so we also just married back in October, you all remember. All of my whiny selfish cry baby crap that I'm doing right now also falls under the whole wedding vow things.  So I'm like double whammy right now. I keep going back and forth with it should be a partnership, but I'm also in the wrong. I expect and expect the partnership to work at home with life, house, kids, cleaning. The likes of those. 

It's just a mess and honestly, typing it out, it isn't helping me work through it any better.  So let's get back to something that doesn't suck. Shall we?

Stupid holidays make me crazy! 

So I'm missing you all so much lately, I miss blogging, flinging poo. I miss all of that.  Boy monkey and of course Pokey keep me busy.  Last night Boy Monkey decided to outgrow his crib.  What  I mean by that is he is now so big (he thinks) that he's started standing.  He pulls up and stands.  So last night, I'm unable to get the tools I need or the help I need to provide a safe sleeping crib for him. Poor monkey slept in his play pen for a few hours and eventually ended up in my bed.  He thinks he sleeps better there anyway.  

It's shocking how different parenting is this time around. Boy monkey is quite literally the exact opposite of Pokey. It's mind boggling really. Yes I just said "mind boggling" When was the last time you heard that one? 

So we're quickly approaching Christmas.  I'm worried one gift for my dear cousin won't make it in time, stupid Hong Kong and their shipping issues.  Just goes to show you should allow more time for shipping when ordering gifts online for Christmas!  

I hope everyone has a super flinging Wednesday.  We're almost to the weekend, for that I cannot wait.  Then again I'm not really looking forward to the mad dash to get everything wrapped up this weekend.  Ahhhhh my nightmare!

Hang in there my dearest Dingleberries, will be over before we know it!