the lassie IS alive!

Yes, yes. I am alive AND I am posting on a Sunday again. What is up with me?? Well, I have officially flunked National Blogging Month. The pressure was just too intense I tell you and I cracked. This week definitely threw me for a loop and by Friday I was burnt like nobody's business.

Tuesday night I discovered I had not one but TWO flat tires. (damn Chicago construction) Luckily, since these have become a regular occurrence, Hubby decided to get the warranty insurance the last time he had to get me tires. When he called to get my two new, and supposedly free tires, they claimed to not have any in stock. (ironic) They did however have the next level up but of course, we would have to pay for those and because they weren't the same type, buy four. THAT didn't fly with hubby and after many phone calls, he got me the tires I needed. Oh how I heart him!! (BTW, I plan on elaborating on this whole ordeal a bit more in a later post)

Work had been beyond crazy and our tech department had the nerve to block the ability to read blogs while at work!! How am I supposed to keep up with all my peeps?? grrrrrr So I have been trying to read everyone at night but have been seriously slacking in the comment section. Don't worry! I am reading just not commenting - sorry!

To top it off Grady is sick. Nothing like waking up on a Friday night to the lovely sounds of puking! I thought about posting something for Photo Hunt since the theme was "ruined" but opted against the idea of ruined sheets. Letters of thanks can be sent to the email in my sidebar! lol

Finally, I have also been in the process of a little nip/ tuck and facelift. It's my birthday and I decided to get a little work done. Oh wait!! I guess I should mention my blog will be getting the facelift not me. No scary Joan Rivers for this lassie! I like my face just the way it is. I am working with the ultra fabulous Karla at Fruition Designs to create the new and improved look. AND great news for you!! When I unveil my new look YOU get all the perks! I am planning a week or two of giveaways just for this occasion. I have some great goodies and swag to celebrate!! 

Stay tuned. I am still here! I promise to try and make more of an effort to post. So please bare with me while I try and sort all the craziness and chaos that is my life out. I promise.... it will be worth the wait!

secret = road trip

Ok, I hinted to a secret yesterday and finally late this afternoon Mrs. Fussypants decided to share the great news. Yes, I am impatient so trying to wait all day long was painful. Are you ready?? Long pause... wait for it... wait for it.... Ok here it is! BLISSDOM 2008. Ok, I sooo want to call it the Blissdom 2000 tour cause it sounds like some crazy sex toy, but I will refrain - for now. I can't guarantee what I might say after a few drinks at the par- tay. I wonder if that is why I don't get invited to gatherings of this sort... hmmmm. Anyway, I am ditching my male filled house, jumping in the car and driving to Nashville baby! Feel like a road trip? Looking for a roommate? Let me know - I will sleep with you. Well, not in that way, but I will shack up in a hotel room with you. Oh wait, that sounds bad too. Roommate anyone? Anyone?....Bueller?? Is there anyone out there who will tackle the winding roads with me? Drop me a line and we can hook up. Darn I did it again!

i'm your mother??

"I'm your Mother not your..." is a widely used phrase, at least in our house. My boys have heard the barrage of sayings, including "I'm not your slave, maid, butt wiper, clothes/underwear picker upper, nanny, short order cook, referee" - just to name a few.  But to be totally honest, there are those days where my boys leave me shaking my head and I find myself asking, "I'm your mother??" No sooner then the words leave my lips then I hear my mother's ever looming voice inflicting the age old curse, "I hope you get a child JUST. LIKE. YOU."  Now in hindsight, I am realizing what an evil and mean curse that is!  

The world of boys has often times left me speechless. For example - why must my three year old come and press his cute little hynie up against me and make farting noises? Or pull down the front of his pants and scream "Nudie boy!! Nudie boy!!"  Why do both of my boys use the 'no hands' method when going to the bathroom when I specifically remember teaching them to use their hands? Unless of course they aren't in the bathroom, because then they can't keep their hands off of it! There are days their whining makes my ears bleed and their bickering can make me want to poke myself in the eyes with sharp objects. Then somedays, they surprise me and I am reminded how blessed I am to have tow rambunctious boys to keep me busy and on my toes. And for that I am thankful. Now for Pete's sake will you please pick up your socks! I am NOT the maid!!!

who will come and visit me in the underworld?

There is nothing like being confronted by a barely 5 foot tall elderly woman and accosted for your choice of body jewelry while dropping off you 3 year old at preschool. I suppose I should preface this little tidbit of information with some history or background shall we say. Grady goes to a Christian preschool, well with us being Christians and all. What!?! An Irish lass that is not Catholic? Let's just say, I am a recovering Catholic, among other things. I have had my fair share of guilt to last ten lifetimes believe me! Ok, back on track - so Grady goes to a nice all day Christian preschool with amazing teachers, most all well up in their years. They are strict but loving which is exactly what that little demon angel needs.

Well, while dropping off Grady the other day the sweet 70+ year old Mrs. S came to greet him. She always wears ankle length skirts and her silver hair in a bun. She is the epitome of the church lady. "Oh my and how is my Grady today?" When I began to answer how he actually left the house today without a temper tantrum because I told him he could throw water at his teachers, well with it being water day and all, she abruptly stopped me with a look of shock on her face. "Do you have something in your mouth??" "Um, yes. It's a tongue ring... I've had it forever. So I was saying, Grady...." "Did you get it for your..... husband?" **here is where I begin to stutter and blush uncontrollably** "Uh... well...no.. I mean...uh... I had it... but we don't.... yeah no, uh.. I just like it?." "Well now, God did not intend for you to put things in your tongue. He gave you a perfectly beautiful tongue, one not to be defaced." (perfect? I can, if I so choose, pick my nose with my long Gene Simmons like tongue. If this is perfect I am indeed terrified). "Ok then. Well have a great day!!" "I will pray for you and that you remove that... that thing!" (picture now me fleeing for the safety of my car, knocking down the other students in my attempt to regain the little composure I had left).

Now, under different circumstances I really think I would have come back with some sort of sassy quip of sorts. But really, it was 7 in the morning and I had but only one sip of my morning brew. I will also say she is a very nice lady and that Grady is very fond of her. I will also say that I am very liberal but do have the same base beliefs that she does, I just don't feel that I have to wear long shirts and my hair in a bun.

After some thought I did come up with this, "Well, this is just my earthly vessel and we both know it doesn't come with us!". So now I throw this out to you, oh Internet. What would your response have been? Don't be shy and help a lassie out!

(not so) wordless wednesday - the 80's divas return

As I had previously mentioned one of my fellow soccer divas, Pam, hosted an 80's prom party for our GNO!

Our favorite girl Mel came too! She shattered both her knee caps in our first outdoor game of the season. Nothing but love for her!

Krista was Prom Queen for real back in the day. Gotta love a girl that can juggle the ball in a sea of lace, while drinking a beer!

BTW, I wore the white dress and seriously rocked the 4 inch 80's bangs. Grady told me I looked bootiful!

Be sure to check out other WW participants HERE and add your link if you are playing!

blue la la

Just when you thought the lassies could not get any sassier! Yes, the lassie went blue. I have been contemplating color for quite some time but did not want to torture my hair by bleaching and then coloring only to have to re-bleach and color when I am bored and tired of the color I added. Then my coworker walked in with these beautiful reds and blues in her hair. Ooooo, sassy likes!! After I cornered her and demanded to know her secrets she said, "Why they are extensions my dear!" Extensions.... I could do extensions. That sounds easy enough and without the undue stress to my locks. After some investigation I found out they are really easy to put in, last from 3-6 months and you can treat it like normal hair (which is good because I like my flat iron and love my product even more!!) The hardest part was deciding on a color...hmmm, which one will it be??? The salon was running a promotion for Breast Cancer Awareness with pink extensions which tempted me greatly but alas, I am just not a pinky type girl. So blue it is. I guess I can now say I am a blue hair... ha ha. Way before my time that is for sure! On the home front, Grady loves it and has begun demanding some for himself.I should have seen that coming from a mile away! I know this road will be well traveled if the boys are anything like their father, who changed his hair color every other week in high school. I can just see the Christmas cards now - Rainbow Bright meets the Irish Klan!! I am sure my family members will be lining up for blocks for one of those!