12 random pics from my iphone

You know, I'm not so narcissistic to think that anyone really cares about the pics I have on my cellphone.  Since I have approximately one blog reader (me), I'm going to go out on a limb and say that the (one) reader would totally be OK with looking at my random pics. In case someone else happens to stumble upon this blog, I will explain what you are looking at, mostly because I am really nice sometimes.

My son just got this tattoo, each letter represents the first initial of his and his siblings names.

I took this picture inside the car wash. I liked the way the colors dripped together.

This is me getting a silly kiss from my husband.

This is what I sometimes see when I first open my eyes in the morning.  My dog's nose, inches from my face.

Weirdo selfies that Brooke takes when she snags my phone.

I love to take pics of my kids sleeping. This was particularly cute to me because B had a furry mask on her face.

I loved the light on the ball at Epcot. I think it came out pretty good for an iPhone pic.

Just a cute shot of Brooke meeting Chewbaca, her favorite Star Wars character.

I made these cupcakes for a Superbowl party we went to. In case you were wondering, I was betting on Denver...

I like messing around with these magnet word things.

My brother in law Ty showing everyone his "tattoo."

3 of my 4 cute kids. 

wtf. cookie dough, sexy shoulders, supermodels and camel toes

A bunch of misc things:

*Remember that time I was all, wtf blogger??  That was back when blogger lost several of my unfinished and unposted posts out there somewhere and I was semi-freaking and peeved because one or two of them may have actually been entertaining, informative and/or interesting.  Or not.  But whatever.  Uh, still pissed about that blogger, because I'm pretty sure I never got those posts back...

But ANYWAY, so like, is it just me or did blogger go and change everything without mentioning it?  Like seriously, wtf?  I feel confused.  I don't like change when I don't ask for it.  I don't want to go all Facebook-timeline postal or anything, but man... can't I have a choice?  How about a heads up at least?  I don't like it.  I'm sure I'll get used to it and get over it, but I am not digging it at the moment.

*I am so in the mood to make cookie dough and eat it right now...  better yet, how about you make me a batch of cookie dough, then I'll come over, and when I get there we will have a slow motion hug and eat the whole damn bowl like the ravenous sloths we are.

*Also, guess what?  I went to the movies this afternoon - yes, by myself - no, I don't mind, I kind of enjoy it.  I got popcorn with butter and Raisinets and a blue frosty.  It was all very exciting.  Spending $20 bucks on a movie and movie food wasn't very exciting, but just going and eating crappy junk food was.  I went to see a new release movie that got sucky reviews.  Can you guess what it was?  What if I mention that it was a total girl movie and the guy lead is so very, very appealing, in a 25 year old ridiculously HOT kid kind of way...

Yep, it was The Lucky One.  I'm not sure about reviewing it here - I hate to give my opinion on movies and books actually.  In fact, I'm not a big fan of endorsing much of anything.  Like, what if I say, it was so great! Go see/read/eat/look at it!  and everyone is like, really?  she has the lamest taste ever!  All I will say is this, throughout the movie I was constantly asking myself, "What did he just say?"  because I couldn't hear him over how awesome his beard is.  I am so attracted to a cute beard.  And beautiful abs.  And sexy shoulders...  OK ok!  Moving on.

*I recently read this article where Elle McPherson (the 50-year-old supermodel) said that she stresses over trying on bathing suits in stores, so instead of trying them on there, she has them shipped to her.  I was like, huh.  She is amazingly attractive, still totally rocking a supermodel bod.  It's so funny to think of a women who like, 98% of the public thinks is perfect, has fears about what she looks like.  I mean, I absolutely abhor trying on bathing suits - abhor even wearing them in fact, but I am so far removed from looking nice in a bathing suit that it's understandable.  Elle McPherson feeling self conscious is just crazy talk.

*I just want to point out how shocking it is the way people will answer a door these days.  If you drop by and I answer the door in skin tight leggings with a camel toe, or a sheer t-shirt with no bra, please slap my face.  I don't care if you come over unannounced.  There is no excuse for such a thing.  Like, ever.

OK, I'm done.

11 questions

Questions, questions, questions.  Why are there always so many questions to answer??

If you met your favorite movie star and could say whatever you wanted to him or her in 140 characters or less, what would it be? (And who is the movie star?)  Well hm.  I suppose the first thing to address here would be who my favorite movie star is, and that's a toughie.  Because I don't have just one favorite.   But one movie star that I really like is Matt Damon.  So, in 140 characters or less I would say.  "Hi I love you and your cutie little smile and I really think Jason Bourne is the bomb and I loved the song you did with Sarah Silverman because you are hilarious and adorable and wanna kiss?"  That may or may not be 140 characters.  It looks about right, so I'm going with it.

What’s your dream?  Gosh, I have a lot of dreams.  Some are pretty unrealistic, and some are do-able.  But one dream that might sound a little lame is to see as much of the World with my own two eyes, in person, as possible. 

Ever had a scary parenting moment?  Um, absolutely.  I've had scary parenting moments (plural) with every single one of my kids.  Here is a sampling:  Kara:  Broke both wrists on a scooter, and while I was winning the shitty parent of the year award for not recognizing that they were both broken, I was feeling scared because I wasn't sure what it meant for normal growth after fractures.  Alex:  had his first allergic reaction to we don't know what, but I'm pretty sure it was a combination of new puppy and new spring growth in the air (trees, flowers, grass).  He was three and I was 9 months pregnant with Megan.  We were alone in the car and I looked in the rear view mirror and saw an unrecognizable kid - face completely swollen, no kidding, I've never seen anything like it.  I was so scared.  I rushed him to the nearest urgent care and they took one look at him and said "you need to bring him to the emergency room."  I was like, "YA THINK?!  Can someone please help me here??!"  I was in full blown panic mode.  Meg:  my accident prone kiddo - got hurt often enough for me to worry that the doctors were gong to think I was hurting her.  She burned her back on a grill - really bad, she burned two (cigar shaped) circles on her arm from wagon wheel noodles, that are actually scars several years later, she got a stick in the eye and scratched her cornea, she pulled her elbow out of her socket climbing AND she fell out of my truck landing on her HEAD for a nice trip to the ER.  Kid scared me often.  I swear I was not negligent.  Brookie:  Her birth scared me - I thought we were both going to die, and she was pretty darned close.  I had placenta abruptia, had to have an emergency c-section AND her cord was in a very tight knot, cutting off her oxygen.  The doctor said thank God that I had the emergency c-section because if we had waited the two days for the scheduled induction, chances were likely that she would have been stillborn from the lack of oxygen.  So very, very scary.

Something besides your children that you are proud of.  I am proud of a successful business that I started and ran locally.

What’s your favorite book? Why? My favorite changes constantly, and so do the genres.  I really liked A Million Little Pieces by James Frey.  I don't care about the whole Oprah/questionable memoir controversy thing at all.  I really want to read that again.

What’s in your fridge?  Like currently?  Everything?  How about a little sampling.  Skim Lactaid, 1% milk, 1 1/2 dozen eggs,  sugar free jello, International Delight Hazelnut creamer, Reddi-Whip, a pork loin, a bag of baby carrots, a case of seltzer...

Do you make your bed every day?  I do.  I hate it unmade.  The rest of the room can be messy, but I can't handle an unmade bed.  

Do your kids make theirs? Why/why not? I don't make them make their beds every day, I make them close their door. :)  I'll make their beds for them every once in a while, I know they are busy and they are kids and all - but they'll make it when I ask without much of a hassle.

What’s your best kid’s riddle or joke?  Where do Generals keep their armies?  Up their sleevies!   ahahhaha!  I am such a comedian.

Epidural or au natural?  Yeah, I've gone both of these routes (and the c-section route), and let me tell you how freaking insane labor with no drugs turned out to be.  Epidural, all the way. Suffering in pain for hours and hours and hours does not make you a better mom, I promise.  But if you can get through labor fine without it, go for it.

Ask your kids what they like about you and what bugs them about you and write it verbatim here.  Brooke: Um, I like you because you're you and you're a nice person and you take me everywhere and you're so pretty and I like your hair and clothes.  What bugs me about you?  Hm, that's a toughie, I have no clue!  Alex:  Um, I like that you care for me, you are a nice girl, pleasant to be around, you buy me clothes, you give me freedom.  Also, when you yell at me its easy to tune you out.  It bugs me that sometimes you won't treat me like a 15 year old, and sometimes you get annoying attitudes.  Meg: I like you, you're nice and a cool girl and you feed me, clothe me and house me.  It bugs me because sometimes you won't let me go to concerts and other times you aren't exactly the best at help with homework and also maybe once in a while you could let me have new friends over. 
I didn't get a chance to ask Kar this question, and I have to post.

Do you have any advice for Snooki?  Get out of reality TV.