if my brain was connected to my computer...

LOL

If my brain was connected to my computer then my slow-fat fingers wouldn't have to type and I wouldn't have to make sure things were spelled correctly, and I wouldn't have to be sitting here. I have so many things that I want to share and when it is happening, I think, yep, for the blog...but then it is gone. Sometimes I can create an entire post in my head and then never re-create here for you. Worthless. Someone needs to invent brain blogging. Someone smarter than me.

I am going to the dentist in 20 minutes. I want to let you know that going to the dentist makes me nauseous. It makes me feel...not in control of my own pain. I do not like going to the dentist. I cancelled my last appointment because I was, uh hum, sick and well, now, there just isn't any good excuse. And I know that I have some "bad teeth" history (Papa) so I need to go. I wasn't always afraid of the dentist... in fact I had the same dentist for YEARS, and I think my parents still go there even though they live 800 miles away, but anyway, it only started when they started picking on me. Picking on my bad teeth. Using words such as crown, and root canal, and other horrible things. And now every time I come back they want to do more. Which causes more visits and more anxiety and more pain...and more money out of my pocket.

I want drugs.

I gave birth WITHOUT drugs and I want drugs to go to the dentist. I have issues.

Just got back from the dentist. horrible. He used the "c" word (crown) and I have to have that on MONDAY!!!! Can you say Valium? And why we are here in dental land, I am laughing at how much the dental hygienists try to talk to you while picking at your teeth. I mean you (clearly) can't answer, so why do they even bother to talk? And then when you finally try to answer a question, she is sitting hands and tools poised over your mouth as if to say "come on, I didn't really want you to answer that" let me get back to work here... crazy. I feel rushed and picked at and in pain when I leave and I have to go back on Monday. tear.

Merry Christmas

this is us...living in excess...

Daily my kids will say..."there is nothing to eat for breakfast"...so I had to get everything out to show them...

bahahaha...

Remember that time I wrote this...about this sweet cute adorable (sleeping) girl?

Now when we travel (she is 6) it is i-pod in...nap time on! SOOO funny what a HUGE difference, oh say, 4 years makes! I actually enjoy traveling with my 13, 9, and 6 year old! ...although I will say the sharpie thing, yep, it's still there. She STILL has a preference for these...why?? why does she want the permanent markers??? We probably have hundreds of crayola washable markers. Let's not go down the route of pre-rebellion attitudes!!!

super cute creative people :)

my artist is soooo amazing!

I am proud.
I am happy for her.
She was given a gift and she is using it to glorify God.
She waited. Waited until the time was right. Waited until God said go.
Now she is going baby.... :)

my photographer is dang good!

I am proud.
I am happy for her.
She was given a gift and she is using it to glorify God.
She waited. Waited until the time was right. Waited until God said go.
Now she is going going going....:)

I want to go. I want to be a part of creativity.

Laguna Beach

SOOOOOO Fun with Amy at Laguna Beach!

ummmm...YUM!

Okay how good does THIS look??? Angus burger (medium) havarti cheese, arugula and tomato:) Served with a healthy side of garlic fries and topped with a cold Chimay:) Laguna Beach!!!!!

truth... no dare

truth:
i have been a lousy wife for a year now
i have been so selfish for at least a year now
i have had resentment in my heart for over a year now
i have hid out, afraid to look in, too lazy to look in, too much trouble to look in.today is the day that this changes.today is the day i will take a look in.