Two Years Later

This is getting ridiculous! I am pretty sure I said I would not take another 2 year hiatus before writing on this blog again. Apparently, I have a knack for having babies during my breaks, and they take up a great deal of my time. A. LOT. has happened since I last wrote about my dog, Elvis, eating his own shit. Sorry about all that. He does NOT, in fact, eat his own shit anymore... but he does annoy the hell outta me. He is two years old now, and missing his set. It was necessary, I am completely and utterly disgusted by dog boners. TMI. Again. sorry.

So, my Olivia is 5 years old now, Farrah is almost 3 (next week), and my SON Quinn is almost 8 months old. Tada!!! Great trick huh!?! That's it though. No more kiddos. I had the ole tubers tied. It is sad for me, but I physically cannot handle any more pregnancies, even if I wanted to. (Google Unicornuate uterus). Anyway, I just wanted to check and see if I could still type.. seeing as I haven't done this thing in almost two years and I have been out of school for just as long (Woop Woop for that unused degree on our wall!!)

Do NOT tell me dogs have clean mouths, Mine just ate his own poop

I am so fucking disgusted by my dog, Elvis. DUDE, you have eaten your poop every day for the past three days!!! AGH! I can't even be fast enough to keep him from doing it. well, then he smells like shit, his farts smell like double shit, and his shit smells like triple shit. WTF, you nasty thing!? If he wasn't so damn cute, I would totally tie him up out there the entire day while the sun was still shining (I mean, hey, he likes it anyway). I thought, maybe he is doing it because he is hungry. Probably not. He does it right after he eats. Maybe he is ashamed. Probably so. I am unable to take him for walks when nature calls because of the girls, so I stick him out back on the deck when I am busy, like making lunch or dinner, or putting a girl to a nap... whatever. It sucks, but I have to figure it out. He sure as hell is NOT going to stop eating his poop. The upside is that my dog recycles. hahaha haha ha. oh. my. freakin. lord. Oh, and he has basically stopped going inside, #1 and #2. I am picking up on his signals. Puppies are cute, but they are also the spawn of satan. I would rather be covered in baby shit, and be puked on ten times on my head, than have to deal with dog shit closer than a couple feet. (Love poop scoops) Ah, when life gives us lemons, make lemonade, and yell at the fucking dog.

Photo Test

This is Elvis, our 5 month old bulldog puppy. He thinks he is our third child. And he thinks the lovely princess couch that the girls got for Christmas belongs to him. They get up for a second and he is all over it! Actually, he will try to sit on them or even nudge them off just to lay on it. What a turd.

Bring on the New Year... Boogers, Barf and All!

Today is one of those days where I don't feel like doing crap. I want to be lazy on my couch, eat junk food, and not care what is going on around me. Unfortunately, that will never happen again... ever. Olivia and Farrah Melton have decided that for me. Yes, my 3 and 1 year olds are taking over!
They have been really sick for about a week. I was sick too, but it was a blip on our radar compared to their drooling, runny nose, coughing, sneezing, booger infested selves. They have been troopers, but the night time bouts of coughing uncontrollably, sometimes inducing vomitting, are killing me. I try what I can to minimize this pain for them, but that is all I can do. On the lighter side, when Farrah coughs so bad and pukes, she manages to get it ALL over me. One time she did it 4 times in about 10 seconds. We got naked right there in the dining room and went up to take a bath. Second time she decorated me with puke was when George was home. We had been playing with her, coaxing her to walk, and apparantly got her riled up too much. I was sitting on the floor and she was standing over me on my lap. She projectiled onto my cheek and chin... barely missing my mouth. I will never be able to describe the feeling of having barf roll down your chest between your boobs. um. yah. Thankfully, we were able to take a shower together. It was Farrah's first Mommy baby shower and she loved it. Now let's not do that again!
Even though we have all started this year off utterly sick and disgusting (not to mention George's fever and URI!) I think it is going to be a better than average year. I will be finished with school on January 30th, and I will graduate in April. I cannot wait! I will also begin caring for my friend, Meara's, new baby girl. I am so excited to be helping their family, since she may get night shift, and also, babies (esp. this one) are so amazing!
I find typing this up very therapeutic, but I can't ever force myself to take the time to get on here. I read my friend's blogs, and they appear so easy to do. But they also write much better than I do. I don't expect anyone to want to read this, but it will be nice for me to look back on. I am not even pregnant and I always have foggy brain. haha.
til later.

I'm BA-ack.

I am disappointed in myself. I managed to write two posts when I started this damned thing. Then I took a two YEAR hiatus. I have had a second child in the meantime. ha.
But seriously, my daughter, Farrah, was born November 19th, 2010. My husband had his first deployment, technically. It was three months. The last three months of my pregnancy. He made it home hours after little Miss FareBear made it into this world. Big props to my girl, Felicia, for being there for me when Farrah wanted to show up a bit early (she was scheduled to be cut out on the 30th of Nov. My little early birdy).
Anyhow, a lot has happened. As of today I am in my ECE capstone in college. It sucks very much, because it keeps me so very busy, and my poor girls have to watch cartoons all day. :/ After this course, I have three courses left, all of which are first year courses. My last day is March 5. And I GRADUTE with my BA in ECE on April 6th!!! Only at the age of 29!! I was hoping to get this done before 30. I sure am gonna miss my GI Bill. Alas.
So, now, I have two beautiful daughters, Olivia (3 next month) and Farrah (1 next month). Of course my birthday is next month too, but I officially no longer recognize it. I can't!! George's birthday, Halloween, Girls' birthdays, Thanksgiving, Christmas... no way in hell I need to throw my day in there.
So, I just wanted to get comfortable with this again. Plus, I am procrastinating on several assignments. Better get to it... I am sure the girls will keep me up again tonight, and G is on duty. Of course. Every 3 days.

Two in a row

I am posting again today, Aren't you proud of me!? Two days in a row. Okay. Now I'm done. lol

I can't believe how quickly my picture Christmas cards came in from Seehere.com. The main picture I used was taken on Dec 5th and ordered that night, and I received the final product yesterday, the 10th. I definately like that I didn't have to go to Walmart to pick them up, only to be disappointed at the quality. I probably would have done that, but seehere.com had a 50% off sale on the day I ordered. AWEsome!!! So, as Olivia is at her 'learning center' right now, I am trying to work on some of them. yah, right. What I should be doing is second school assignment that was due yesterday. I finished the first one on time, but then I started this damn blogging thing. SO easily distracted!

I'm off to find something else I can do to avoid my school work.

My first blog!!!

It really has been like 10 years that I have known about blogging... I am such a computer/internet retard, well, until lately. I always thought that cybergeeks and theater nerds, world of warcraft idiots and 38-year-old virgins were the ones that blogged. Okay, so I knew that normal people blogged... but I am too busy and I have nothing interesting to write. I spend almost every waking minute on the damned computer, so I may as well now!! I mostly go to school online, but stupud facebook always reels me in. I need to be reminded how many days there are until Christmas, I can't read calendars. And I need to remind everyone in the world that my daughter is cute but has a runny nose. You really wanted to know that her shit was running down her leg, right!? ANYwho. My friend Marisa has a blog on here; Hilarious might I add.. (although some material is very serious). So I think I am starting a blog, too. Because I wanna feel cool. And I want people to read my ramblings on the internet because they choose to, and not because it shows up next on a feed with 400 other friends. So, I promise you that my writings will be useless, boring, and they may even suck the ever-loving life out of you. But I am actually doing this to find a new way to relieve stress and find something that could prove to be therapeutic. I have kept journals since high school, and the longest one I kept was about 2 months (I wrote about every 4 days, not bad for my lazy ass).

I keep getting distracted. I am posting pictures on Facebook..

I better get to sleep because my icky sicky baby girl is gonna be waking up at some point in the wee dark hours and will be crying for me to come save her from the hot, humid room that I have imprisoned her in in hopes of lessoning the sufferring that the cold season has brought upon her.. You like that? I promise you some more of that engaging, almost poetic writing. Or not.

Peace (I wrote peach at first. I should have left it.)