Two Crazy Moms
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My Birthday Wish List
My birthday is rolling around again in May, and while I can't stand the thought of turning another year older, the thought of my dear husband going out of his way to buy his loving wife the one single thing she desires. Yeah right! Like thats going to happen! A girl can dream.
Now if I were to have a birthday wish list, it would consist of one thing and one thing only. The L.A.M.B. Signature Westfield Tote!!!! Just look at it people!!!
Now if I were to have a birthday wish list, it would consist of one thing and one thing only. The L.A.M.B. Signature Westfield Tote!!!! Just look at it people!!!
Smokin!!!!
Oh my goodness!!! Have you all heard the new Madonna song?!?!?! LOVE IT! It's my new ringtone...yay!
The video is not out yet so heres adorable Ellen gettin her groove on!
The video is not out yet so heres adorable Ellen gettin her groove on!
Sweater Weather!!!!!!
Sweater Weather is finally here in California! I've been waiting for sweater weather for the past two months and I think it's finally arrived! A couple weeks ago I thought it was sweater weather but it turned out to be a fake out. I put on my comfy warm sweater, and wore it for a little while and turned out to be a sweater beast later.
Oh glorious sweater weather I hope you last!!!!
So come on girls throw on your comfy thin, thick, fluffy, flat, furry, not furry sweaters and enjoy the weather while it lasts!
~Christina~
Oh glorious sweater weather I hope you last!!!!
So come on girls throw on your comfy thin, thick, fluffy, flat, furry, not furry sweaters and enjoy the weather while it lasts!
~Christina~
Holy Turkey Batman!!!!
Ok so I'm going to come clean. I ate like a sloth all weekend! It started on Thanksgiving day of course. Forget the turkey. I'm all about the stuffing and the mashed yams!!! I ate so much of each that I thought I would explode that night. Well the next morning is Black Friday, and like the rest of the nation, I'm up and shopping. You know, working up an appetite. When I get home, all I can think of is a turkey sandwich with mayo, salt and pepper and a huge side of ......yep you guessed it.....stuffing and yams! Yummy! This cycle continued for the next 2 days.
Ok there! Phew, I needed to get that off my chest and I figured a priest in a confessional just wouldn't get it.
Ok there! Phew, I needed to get that off my chest and I figured a priest in a confessional just wouldn't get it.
Where U At???
Maybe you've been wondering..."Where the heck are the Two Crazy Moms?????" Well, something you all don't know about the Two Crazy Moms is that we loooove to sew! We have been sewing our little buns off the last week in preparation for our first ever Christmas Boutique! YAY!
Fear not! The Two Crazy Moms are as Crazy as ever! We're just gettin crazy at our sewing machines right now instead of our computers!
Anyway, this crazy momma has not been keeping up on her vow to lose 7 lbs. by hubby's fire station Christmas party! So today, I'm back on track. Pushing the water and keeping to my points allowance! Wish me luck!
Also, I'm so excited to start planning my Mothers Day trip to New Orleans with my 2 girlfriends! We visited 9 months after hurricane Katrina and I can't wait to go back and see how things have changed! New Orleans is an amazing city and I'm so excited that we are going back! I know it's a long way off still but hey...what else does a crazy mom have to look forward to?
Ok well, I think thats all for now...so...keep it real peeps!
Fear not! The Two Crazy Moms are as Crazy as ever! We're just gettin crazy at our sewing machines right now instead of our computers!
Anyway, this crazy momma has not been keeping up on her vow to lose 7 lbs. by hubby's fire station Christmas party! So today, I'm back on track. Pushing the water and keeping to my points allowance! Wish me luck!
Also, I'm so excited to start planning my Mothers Day trip to New Orleans with my 2 girlfriends! We visited 9 months after hurricane Katrina and I can't wait to go back and see how things have changed! New Orleans is an amazing city and I'm so excited that we are going back! I know it's a long way off still but hey...what else does a crazy mom have to look forward to?
Ok well, I think thats all for now...so...keep it real peeps!
Stand Tall...Stand Proud...You'r An 8!!!
Ahh yes, we all remember being younger and dreaming of meeting our "Prince Charming". Tall, dark and handsome, driving up to your doorstep in a black Corvette. A perfect 10, right? Riiiggghhhhtttt. Well I did meet my prince. He turned out to be tall, fair, very handsome...only he didn't drive a black Corvette. He drove a red Honda Civic hatchback.
So the other night, my prince and I were having a playful discussion, during which we decided it would be fun to rate each other as spouses. 10 being THE perfect spouse. Never putting themselves first. 1 would of course be a crack head spouse. So we came to the amicable conclusion that we are each good, solid 8's. I was actually rather surprised and really proud of myself when he told me I was an 8. I was thinking 7 at best. So with that he proceeded to tell me that he was now on a mission to become a 9! 10 of course being unachievable and unrealistic. So I said..."You go boy!" More power to him! I then told him that I would not be joining him on this journey to become a better spouse. I told him that I was perfectly happy being a solid 8 as a wife. My life is not too complicated. I do the house work...for the most part, do the laundry...usually, take care of the kids, try to the best of my ability to keep up on my appearance. I'm not expected to do yard work or keep up on the cars...hell, I don't even pay the bills, nor do I want to! So yes, I said to myself, I am going to be the best damn 8 I can be! I'm going to delight in the fact that I'm not a 6 or 7.....I...AM....AN...8!
Fast forward to last night. I had asked my darling prince to please help me retrieve my sewing boxes out of the garage after dinner. He said "ok". We ate, I cleaned up, and he sat down. A few moments later he looks at me, with overly exaggerated "tired eyes" and says..."Do I really have to go out and get those boxes?" I replied, "No, its fine." With that, he sighed and said, "I don't think I want to be a 9 anymore. It's a lot more work than being an 8".
I said, "Thats ok....welcome back to level 8. It's a good place to be."
So the other night, my prince and I were having a playful discussion, during which we decided it would be fun to rate each other as spouses. 10 being THE perfect spouse. Never putting themselves first. 1 would of course be a crack head spouse. So we came to the amicable conclusion that we are each good, solid 8's. I was actually rather surprised and really proud of myself when he told me I was an 8. I was thinking 7 at best. So with that he proceeded to tell me that he was now on a mission to become a 9! 10 of course being unachievable and unrealistic. So I said..."You go boy!" More power to him! I then told him that I would not be joining him on this journey to become a better spouse. I told him that I was perfectly happy being a solid 8 as a wife. My life is not too complicated. I do the house work...for the most part, do the laundry...usually, take care of the kids, try to the best of my ability to keep up on my appearance. I'm not expected to do yard work or keep up on the cars...hell, I don't even pay the bills, nor do I want to! So yes, I said to myself, I am going to be the best damn 8 I can be! I'm going to delight in the fact that I'm not a 6 or 7.....I...AM....AN...8!
Fast forward to last night. I had asked my darling prince to please help me retrieve my sewing boxes out of the garage after dinner. He said "ok". We ate, I cleaned up, and he sat down. A few moments later he looks at me, with overly exaggerated "tired eyes" and says..."Do I really have to go out and get those boxes?" I replied, "No, its fine." With that, he sighed and said, "I don't think I want to be a 9 anymore. It's a lot more work than being an 8".
I said, "Thats ok....welcome back to level 8. It's a good place to be."
A Site You Must Visit
Ok I know, I know...we are all currently trying to lose a few pounds. But, lets be real here. The holidays are all about food and pleasure! If you love to cook or even if you don't but want to learn, you need to check out this blog, The Pioneer Woman Cooks!!! I am amazed by these awesome, simple recipes! Go there now so you can impress everyone on Thanksgiving!!!!
Go there now!
Go there now!
Go Shawty...Its Ya Birthday!
Yep...its my future 3rd husbands birthday today! Everyone take a moment to give thanks to his momma!!!!!!
My kids look like orhpans....
My kids look like orphans this morning, and I love it. They are running around like wild banshee's, and dressed in mismatched jammies, with dirty feet, and bed head, and are SSSSSOOOOO cute!
I am weird about my kids in public. They have to be as shiny as a new penny with their clothes and the hair done just right when were in public. But apparently when we're in the privacy of our home, and no ones around we like to let it all hang out . Anything goes.
I wish these days would last forever!
I am weird about my kids in public. They have to be as shiny as a new penny with their clothes and the hair done just right when were in public. But apparently when we're in the privacy of our home, and no ones around we like to let it all hang out . Anything goes.
I wish these days would last forever!
~Christina~
Pillow Talk or That Head Smell
I decided to post this here as well as my personal blog because it is just that important to me!
My pillow is my own. I've molded it, shaped it, fluffed it and basically made it what it is today...my pillow. My husband however seems to think that any pillow that may be near is his for the taking. I have asked him repeatedly to please, not use my pillow. Why you ask? The answer is simple, to me at least. I don't like the smell of other peoples heads on my pillow. This seems to be very upsetting to my husband. He says..."So you don't like the way I smell?". I reply..."It's not just you, its anyones head." He doesn't seem to understand the "head" smell. It doesn't matter to me if you just showered. There is a very distinct head smell, and I simply do not want it on my pillow. Am I alone in this people? Do any of you understand what I'm talking about or am I just being mean?
My pillow is my own. I've molded it, shaped it, fluffed it and basically made it what it is today...my pillow. My husband however seems to think that any pillow that may be near is his for the taking. I have asked him repeatedly to please, not use my pillow. Why you ask? The answer is simple, to me at least. I don't like the smell of other peoples heads on my pillow. This seems to be very upsetting to my husband. He says..."So you don't like the way I smell?". I reply..."It's not just you, its anyones head." He doesn't seem to understand the "head" smell. It doesn't matter to me if you just showered. There is a very distinct head smell, and I simply do not want it on my pillow. Am I alone in this people? Do any of you understand what I'm talking about or am I just being mean?