tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25898721944089322882024-03-05T16:50:59.667-08:00One Crazy MommyHow can one woman not go crazy with a 4 year old, husband, and full-time job..well let us see if it is possible.OneCrazyMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17552454774950860674noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589872194408932288.post-74394503245854528032009-10-17T18:49:00.000-07:002009-10-17T19:12:24.263-07:00Autumn Time<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPYwVspXBJpshx_Hf8nLZ6GCXISe-8O4j85tqVbz9x8WJOL-SK4Pn-QnAvY_sOeTjw4NZQSjq0wc5nLtJtsnPV9j-hmLHmRPR-IHGIq_lYdwUUEX9TibDWqPFsSwfKX4QwItbZ81xfiMOz/s1600-h/047.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393757059316812210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPYwVspXBJpshx_Hf8nLZ6GCXISe-8O4j85tqVbz9x8WJOL-SK4Pn-QnAvY_sOeTjw4NZQSjq0wc5nLtJtsnPV9j-hmLHmRPR-IHGIq_lYdwUUEX9TibDWqPFsSwfKX4QwItbZ81xfiMOz/s320/047.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-DP_R3rT2Co4-9SeH4IdbWEu3pUP_fAPC_2DV16Mjc42SHnK2cBnXAs-Syit3wbvHwMqOL3HQtNg7XYmKY58ur7yVCw5p2BQabd0UD4Sp7OyVraWYfJsEVwIKs-46cuHkP2V5ZGfQYFyx/s1600-h/048.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393756851770912738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-DP_R3rT2Co4-9SeH4IdbWEu3pUP_fAPC_2DV16Mjc42SHnK2cBnXAs-Syit3wbvHwMqOL3HQtNg7XYmKY58ur7yVCw5p2BQabd0UD4Sp7OyVraWYfJsEVwIKs-46cuHkP2V5ZGfQYFyx/s320/048.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikH5bhGauxoHuZ-Wk9sqElrHNgwxLckTgfFvtcxkriujwNk246hid18qVWbXwrwdju3zGhdhVlN4R_Es-15lKrvVNH-_iy76sY-Q2xmsItnzHpFKsAnvJH2isavpn5WF8CQPcawst1vuFM/s1600-h/010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393756591461366242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikH5bhGauxoHuZ-Wk9sqElrHNgwxLckTgfFvtcxkriujwNk246hid18qVWbXwrwdju3zGhdhVlN4R_Es-15lKrvVNH-_iy76sY-Q2xmsItnzHpFKsAnvJH2isavpn5WF8CQPcawst1vuFM/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwbyV8OQ7nC2u9P_dACUlwDzH1vKq5VpDD19adC-HzRDeNaIEpNoYwpDftPX0JfMWUKNLQbiDchVRjiCuadlDa6ZguF0sEe8ukPNCpyc4FRhQ1haTu4-78m9y1OBiHviNE15XBO7_jpMFs/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393756450977746802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwbyV8OQ7nC2u9P_dACUlwDzH1vKq5VpDD19adC-HzRDeNaIEpNoYwpDftPX0JfMWUKNLQbiDchVRjiCuadlDa6ZguF0sEe8ukPNCpyc4FRhQ1haTu4-78m9y1OBiHviNE15XBO7_jpMFs/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Can you believe it, Halloween is almost here. We have had a beautiful fall in the Northwest. It has just now turned over to rain and clouds, but even that actually has been beautiful. Munchkin is already for Halloween. He is so excited to see Grandma and Grandpa. He is so happy with his Batman-The Dark Knight costume. We went to Remlinger Farms and he had a ball as you can tell by some of the pictures. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>My job is going wonderful, I really like working from home. This allows me to spend more time with Munchkin and with Mister getting a new contract and new hours, we now have weekends together. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I take Munchkin to his first Lowe's build it shop next weekend, my SIL says it is great. So hopefully Munchkin will enjoy it also. Maybe if they have a cool project in December, that will be his Daddy's gift. We basically have the house decorated for Halloween, we still need to carve pumpkins, but we got our haunted ginger bread house done. We still need to do that outside, but will do that next weekend closer to Halloween, then we will start to prepare for Thanksgiving, and then can you believe it will be time for Christmas. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Still staying active in the political front, very nervous at where this country is going, just hope and pray people wake up and realize what is happening.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>OneCrazyMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17552454774950860674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589872194408932288.post-66674999046149405712009-09-26T20:31:00.001-07:002009-09-26T20:45:59.956-07:00Wow, where did the summer go?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFUVPAYtpZs7RZCKpeCt6hAp2O9Tz6qt41LNcM2FJsDRxYE_0Tv_CWRVA14IDSRMyrz4Bnl1pqD3-sXCJ9XSXX7m3kiCn85hii2VCDwL4GCYcXw9SBw7_Ueoz6SJ-PlwSEmuNiC4AUGlam/s1600-h/015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385987763054404306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFUVPAYtpZs7RZCKpeCt6hAp2O9Tz6qt41LNcM2FJsDRxYE_0Tv_CWRVA14IDSRMyrz4Bnl1pqD3-sXCJ9XSXX7m3kiCn85hii2VCDwL4GCYcXw9SBw7_Ueoz6SJ-PlwSEmuNiC4AUGlam/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdCtCanJo78J6UO8cYHVfMfilVyfetYmtwxetOA3qwXw5IxOFt95lvjGfeblywxNx6a5rS0ejTjLBWWQBifjC1OurNOn7ewy93UGjScU5zUuXnZiPblYPROt9JiouPmF6qNfpvjMGoCIpy/s1600-h/009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385987507043376882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdCtCanJo78J6UO8cYHVfMfilVyfetYmtwxetOA3qwXw5IxOFt95lvjGfeblywxNx6a5rS0ejTjLBWWQBifjC1OurNOn7ewy93UGjScU5zUuXnZiPblYPROt9JiouPmF6qNfpvjMGoCIpy/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIuH7nlVhNAhF3i2-GQ-57ocpntzJmi-8xmTiH-tKqmsz-c48g6AVAB2tEiktN_C_WwWMtaUyTI16v9hB9tRMuVT4XgB-90f0DwchF1_B6yzBw319h03HvBV9ZuX45b5BHlGqSB9oRGcQj/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385987336582030162" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIuH7nlVhNAhF3i2-GQ-57ocpntzJmi-8xmTiH-tKqmsz-c48g6AVAB2tEiktN_C_WwWMtaUyTI16v9hB9tRMuVT4XgB-90f0DwchF1_B6yzBw319h03HvBV9ZuX45b5BHlGqSB9oRGcQj/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6upOJVyqLbCWKTxD-ydvnyusM1D7opYy1_OtKpLwAO7WpOgmeILnBqaTioCU08Oxh16yJntuqBrAQu4Ppiv1oLyj5rI0evCMY7oSGjWx_MoKRVvewv8MvxONeDRYAKSDPZGqyJwAu_2Il/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385987109996035938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6upOJVyqLbCWKTxD-ydvnyusM1D7opYy1_OtKpLwAO7WpOgmeILnBqaTioCU08Oxh16yJntuqBrAQu4Ppiv1oLyj5rI0evCMY7oSGjWx_MoKRVvewv8MvxONeDRYAKSDPZGqyJwAu_2Il/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I can not believe September is almost over. It has been a wild ride for our family this summer. Munchkin and I took a long vacation to Montana to see Grandma, Grandpa, Kado, and Gunner. We had a ball. I came back and 6 weeks later, I was able to hand in my notice to my HELL OF AN EMPLOYER, and now I start on a new adventure of working from home. I did get my CCM certification so that totally rocks.<br />The new job, basically doing what I am doing is being a real live RN Case Manager for my previous HELLISH employer's competition...it is great. No more Nazi police on time, my new company actually treat you like adults and professionals, it is still a weird concept for me to grasp. My new company really want you to suceed. What a novel concept. Yes, Munchkin still has to go to daycare, otherwise I would never get anything done.<br /></div><div>Hubby started a new contract and will start new hours this week from 11am to 10pm, but he will have Thursdays, Saturdays, and Sundays off-so that rocks. </div><br /><div>Munchkin is still loving school, and he just turn 4 and believe you me he is 4 with an attitude. I will post some pictures of his birthday.<br />We have kept busy this summer with a trip to Deception Bridge with our dear friend Chari...as Munchkin calls her. We still have a lot of things to do before Halloween.<br /></div><div>Pumpkins, Haunted Gingerbread Houses, costumes, and best of all Grandma and Grandpa visit.<br /><br /></div><div>Politically: I am still very active and avid fan of Glenn Beck. He is great. I don't necessarily agree with all of his views, but I feel that he is trying to get it right and let people know the truth about our political proces..he is not out to get the Dems or Reps, but everyone that is corrupt in our government...now laughing that is probably everyone. Well here are some pics for you to enjoy. </div></div></div></div>OneCrazyMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17552454774950860674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589872194408932288.post-71074783562831412412009-03-30T11:16:00.001-07:002009-03-30T11:33:21.014-07:00TEA PARTYTIME<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcbTC2ki9Qp1jXM7adtgdjszDLpUPuOnuOmtZC6cJrU0_Rm2x9YhPcQDmjm7O3wbCoOkORBfPYaH2FIXmWIELhfCmcA4jWokDbXcZ5Pgw9GrOqvrMOuiXNa4TNiCYlqeYEofnFjobTwRkN/s1600-h/Tea-Party-2009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319050621851428754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcbTC2ki9Qp1jXM7adtgdjszDLpUPuOnuOmtZC6cJrU0_Rm2x9YhPcQDmjm7O3wbCoOkORBfPYaH2FIXmWIELhfCmcA4jWokDbXcZ5Pgw9GrOqvrMOuiXNa4TNiCYlqeYEofnFjobTwRkN/s320/Tea-Party-2009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>It has been awhile and I was not going to get political in my world, but unfortunately politics seem to have surrounded me. I am proud to say I am a registered voter in this great country. I am also proud to say I did not Vote for the OBAMAs. Just look at this website to see what our current Democratic Congress and President are doing for us. <a href="http://www.teapartyday.com/">http://www.teapartyday.com/</a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>This shows our national debt. It must be nice to turn to the Secretary of Treasury..and say "Hey, PRINT MORE MONEY". I want to see what this wonderful stimulus package is doing for my ecomony. Has it brought down my grocery prices? NOOOOO. It has made my house less in value, my debt higher and my anger stir. We are truly in a government whom I see trying to buy our national newspapers-they say to help them..but I really feel it is to control them, just look at what he is doing to the auto industry. I imagine FORD is so very greatful they decided not to take the federal money. Very smart company.</div><br /><div>Obama is a bit sensative to critics, but he better learn very quickly that Americans are free, and the minute they realize that freedom is being taken away they swarm. He is the first sitting president since Grover Cleveland to refuse to go to the Irongrid dinner-because he can not take a joke? He can not take someone teasing him...give me a break. I think he really thought that with President Bush out of office all these countries would jump and up and love on him, and he is quickly finding out that is not the case. </div><br /><div>Thanks Obama for allowing in the illegals and giving them rights over me. Thank you for allowing them the best of healthcare has to offer, and I can barely afford my own for my family. Thank you Obama for creating a debt that even my great grandchildren will probably have to pay on. </div><br /><div>We are not a democratic nation. We are quickly moving to a socialism type government, thanks to our fearless leader.</div><br /><div>I plan on joining thousands of Americans on April 15, 2009, at the next generation of TEA PARTIES. </div>OneCrazyMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17552454774950860674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589872194408932288.post-30717515412046907802008-12-21T14:48:00.000-08:002008-12-21T14:58:38.021-08:00This is why I moved from Wyoming in the first place<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIIw6PhBOt4EbPuJLuZBOwBKhLzKmhWzMQntVbiNY7xKiGfGEICFoMSgpAh6rrnRvll37Z8rS2t8hff4nzZeyQtC6z15GxjOahd90rAybP21QxBBDThCKZBN4gyxwJjSdR-GdeBLJfKUIl/s1600-h/PC180009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282381613432720002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIIw6PhBOt4EbPuJLuZBOwBKhLzKmhWzMQntVbiNY7xKiGfGEICFoMSgpAh6rrnRvll37Z8rS2t8hff4nzZeyQtC6z15GxjOahd90rAybP21QxBBDThCKZBN4gyxwJjSdR-GdeBLJfKUIl/s320/PC180009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6LQGxhRm8vPAtgm8J6Nem7sdA0yhJriL2exhGft_3CKCbl35GjkaGn87t61JqaauTTdzk8ecLRkKm8dT7Al8PXJpzxnB-Ve6F4arzLtaRvKWZ8sz9737CW7KUrxejujF96zVhZIQV6beA/s1600-h/DCAM0076.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282381479270632418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6LQGxhRm8vPAtgm8J6Nem7sdA0yhJriL2exhGft_3CKCbl35GjkaGn87t61JqaauTTdzk8ecLRkKm8dT7Al8PXJpzxnB-Ve6F4arzLtaRvKWZ8sz9737CW7KUrxejujF96zVhZIQV6beA/s320/DCAM0076.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuAbZ57EGtSaNqKcmqv4DorrDEk0UTP37Cjt1hhoNL1nNTL1phyphenhyphen4TjWjm_p2hMWEWsqt93YhPYtlOFfqkCTJ82b848x8unCiIq-bHlqpcCD8KoUy1Out2OHSrcMoiR72frJSQM1rxrNUcO/s1600-h/PC180012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282381334886469666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuAbZ57EGtSaNqKcmqv4DorrDEk0UTP37Cjt1hhoNL1nNTL1phyphenhyphen4TjWjm_p2hMWEWsqt93YhPYtlOFfqkCTJ82b848x8unCiIq-bHlqpcCD8KoUy1Out2OHSrcMoiR72frJSQM1rxrNUcO/s320/PC180012.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQcAL2uhp6tFp73CWhKlj-f8bpJ9W3eVglbmJBUcxyQCjs7ok42nPv60ZqloldfJP4tVovC8xvbgJ_dRlSxTkpWf6uHXnpl1AQ1R7AYpFTMGOiTHB4G-R-GATn045QEesLeKwE9s0GOXAv/s1600-h/DCAM0073.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282381152759591938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQcAL2uhp6tFp73CWhKlj-f8bpJ9W3eVglbmJBUcxyQCjs7ok42nPv60ZqloldfJP4tVovC8xvbgJ_dRlSxTkpWf6uHXnpl1AQ1R7AYpFTMGOiTHB4G-R-GATn045QEesLeKwE9s0GOXAv/s320/DCAM0073.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Ok..I have now lived in Washington state for 8 1/2 years. The most snow I saw was about 4-6 inches while we lived in Lynnwood, and about 12 inches while living in Sultan. Never really bitter cold, and never ever a blizzard. That has all changed. This last week is like living back in Cheyenne, WY all over again..and I hate it. We have had a total of about 30 inches dumped on us since last week, and last night we were actually in a blizzard warning with sustained winds about 55mph and gust up to about 65-70mph. It was crazy. I am now literally snowed in my house due to drifts. So reason, I really do not think this is fair. For gosh sake we are the EVERGREEN STATE...not the PURELY WHITE STATE. If I hear one more time, Let it snow on the radio..I am going to throw it out in the snow bank. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>On the other hand, munchkin has really enjoyed it when we have been able to get out in it. Though the piles are taller than him..LOL He hade fun helping us shovel the walk--we are the only ones in the neighborhood with snow shovels....lol...everyone wanted to know where we got them..Mister had to tell them that I have had them for years and brought them from Wyoming. Munchkin thought he was digging for treasure in the snow. :) </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Kissa our puppy...absolutely in love with the snow..even though she disappears practically in it. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Hope everyone is warm and snug. Enjoy the pictures.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>OneCrazyMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17552454774950860674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589872194408932288.post-32401156467548513792008-12-02T19:30:00.000-08:002008-12-02T19:38:51.830-08:00Been a while<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpQAWKI-wtFJ77J7J5x3WkHwYZHl8YezxXY-OtDURt6nBw6pPtRawao8FLHiuFiY70k4lm5IyJ-FlYLiFhx4EkAbuDF9sGIhSXfUfOpWhwmnmxzOXWyyGRZe7PcH2xw8ueDilNO6fhP7Hb/s1600-h/PB120002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275403174252117890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpQAWKI-wtFJ77J7J5x3WkHwYZHl8YezxXY-OtDURt6nBw6pPtRawao8FLHiuFiY70k4lm5IyJ-FlYLiFhx4EkAbuDF9sGIhSXfUfOpWhwmnmxzOXWyyGRZe7PcH2xw8ueDilNO6fhP7Hb/s320/PB120002.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1DyEnsA_VWZfTukC1tV2pkC7Sh7tmEodF8CAq18aZKW8p5qRDoZGi5MzCwAt2tVq5V5F6U0uFZzgew1oTMqIw00FY0MulMrA4N364iYDtWHZBtgZWUhiEmPzax18qjbbH4J8x1aiFoIbA/s1600-h/PB300001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275403003639159762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1DyEnsA_VWZfTukC1tV2pkC7Sh7tmEodF8CAq18aZKW8p5qRDoZGi5MzCwAt2tVq5V5F6U0uFZzgew1oTMqIw00FY0MulMrA4N364iYDtWHZBtgZWUhiEmPzax18qjbbH4J8x1aiFoIbA/s320/PB300001.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Well it has been awhile since I have posted. Since then, a lot of wonderful things have been happening in our lives. A lot of hetic things have been happening and the holiday is upon us and it major Christmas time. </div><br /><br /><div>Mister and I are doing great, we have really stepped up and put our marriage first and we are communicating so much better, and we have started to have family prayer every night-and it was Mister's idea. There is so much peace in our home now.</div><br /><br /><div>Munchkin is really enjoying his first "real" Christmas. He really enjoyed helping around the house decorating and putting on the Christmas ornaments. He is actually excited to see Santa-which he informs me he is wanting an airplane...I hate to break his heart, but Santa already got him a new bike...LOL</div><br /><br /><div>Work is crazy as always. I have inherited another line of business and it has made my life nuts. I can honestly say that for the first time in a long time I actually have felt I have bitten off more than I can chew..I guess it is a good thing I only take one bite at a time...LOL </div><br /><br /><div>Lots of rain again this year, but fortunately our home was spared, our town was not so lucky...but once again our community pulled together. </div><br /><br /><div>Can't wait to get going full force on Christmas and finishing up my gift list, but with the economy this year it is definately scaled down..LOL </div><br /><br /><div>Hope everyone is having a wonderful season...:) </div></div>OneCrazyMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17552454774950860674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589872194408932288.post-72361726989804743922008-10-07T18:32:00.000-07:002008-10-07T18:42:11.029-07:00Hubby is HomeWell Mister got home a week ago, he has had a hard time adjusting back to our time. I did not realize all the changes I had placed into our home until he got home...OOOPS....:) I also did not realize how hard it is to adjust once a love one is home...how do military families do it? Now, do not get me wrong, I missed him horribly, but let me tell you..husbands do drive wives crazy...LOL<br />Munchkin is doing great on potty training..he is pretty much down to pull ups only on long car trips and overnight. He is actually starting to come and tell me he has to "pee"...I am so proud of him.<br />I did not get the job I applied for, but I think that is a good thing. After the interview, I did not have a good feel about company or the other supervisor. The other thing is that there is a Case Manager position opening at the local hospital in the wound center, so I am thinking about trying for that one..as I have always enjoyed wound care. Though with today's economy..I am wanting to make sure before I leave a good paying job...everyone can survive in a job they don't love anymore. :)<br />Munchkin is growing like a weed, and really looking forward to his grandparents coming up for the Halloween. He really enjoys trick or treating with Grandpa. :) <br />Mister and I have a lot to work to do with our marriage, I know together we will be okay. We just need to go back to the basics...and the great news is we both realize that. <br />Well, we will get on and I will keep you posted.OneCrazyMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17552454774950860674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589872194408932288.post-3635554341243888062008-09-22T20:39:00.001-07:002008-09-22T20:44:35.517-07:006 weeks is a long timeMister is going to be so surprised at how much his son has changed. Munchkin is making great strides on the potty training front. He is only having 1-2 accidents a day, usually toward evening when he is tired, but he is staying dry all day at school, and today for the first time came and got me to go potty. I am so proud of. Of course, since I am doing most of the training he is peeing like a girl, but it is nice that I don't the messy toilet thing to clean..LOL<br />He is talking so much better, clearer, and pronouncing words better than when Mister left to go to the Philippines in August. We are only about a week out now till Mister comes home, and he thinks that Munchkin will be the same, and he is not believing me about how much he has changed just in 6 weeks. LOL<br />I love my husband, but with him gone these weeks, it is making a huge difference on how I think this house should be run. Unfortunately, it won't be around him. I think that is going to be the biggest struggle for him. I know he will overcome, but it will be a struggle. <br />Munchkin, is getting excited to see his Daddy soon. Well better to get to bed, it was a really late night last night, as Munchkin was not feeling the best. I am exhausted.OneCrazyMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17552454774950860674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589872194408932288.post-78574220393592167212008-09-13T19:23:00.000-07:002008-09-13T19:40:22.427-07:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUNCHKIN<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEciHrzntilw8JX78dt7C00nPIZlIbZFR3wte1PpIDC1o4mDmCYEaVxoTJjo_8lfUHptvCcW8U_8bDxrOpAiKHveCRnPzMmPr1FyFXevipPFT9gioNzrpC9_kP9ocp21li6jPg3izVQiXa/s1600-h/P9130015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245701227957219474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEciHrzntilw8JX78dt7C00nPIZlIbZFR3wte1PpIDC1o4mDmCYEaVxoTJjo_8lfUHptvCcW8U_8bDxrOpAiKHveCRnPzMmPr1FyFXevipPFT9gioNzrpC9_kP9ocp21li6jPg3izVQiXa/s320/P9130015.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTNFN5nYB5nZwuxmzFm6-NG2EesefRKvSR2w2CC9U4W2ogT6gIo5Y1L0ih7ywLoLZ-4a8A1pITx720HUFGsZmEuDWQFlDsqry4unYmUGeXlzY8U1sDMAqpC5BB-c4dJmh1lXSffv_h02Dq/s1600-h/DCAM0057.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245701051914860690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTNFN5nYB5nZwuxmzFm6-NG2EesefRKvSR2w2CC9U4W2ogT6gIo5Y1L0ih7ywLoLZ-4a8A1pITx720HUFGsZmEuDWQFlDsqry4unYmUGeXlzY8U1sDMAqpC5BB-c4dJmh1lXSffv_h02Dq/s320/DCAM0057.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Well the Munchkin turned 3 today. I can not believe it, my little baby is growing up so fast. He is still the polite little boy that we are attempting to raise. His newest thing is when I explain why we can not do something, he comes back with "Oh, Right", like he knew it all along. He is such a little ham. He had a ball at Chuck E. Cheese, the only thing missing was his Daddy, who is still in out of the country. Mister is going to be so surprised at how much Munchkin has changed in 6 weeks. </div><br /><br /><div>Munchkin is also starting the potty training thing, and at school with his teacher he is doing great, to the point they are telling me no more pullups, at home is another story. He will hardly sit on the toilet. I am not giving up, but at least now we are making some progress, this time 3 weeks ago he would not even sit on a toilet. LOL</div><br /><br /><div>The other big thing in life, is I applied for a new job as a Nursing Supervisor at a Family Pratice Clinic in a town about 7 miles from my home. I was not going to do it, but they announced on Monday, that our group was not going to be allowed to Telecommute most likely until after 2009, and the reason was because they could not verify our productivity. I nearly blew a gasket, I have given my heart and soul to this company and this is the thanks I get. So it was easy to hit the submit button Monday night. I did not expect to hear anything until a couple of weeks, but I got a call on Thursday and I have an interview on this Monday. The pay could definately be more than I am making, plus the added benefit of commuting 7 miles vs 30 miles one way with today's gas prices would be great. </div><br /><br /><div>I am still really torn about leaving my current job, as I love all my coworkers and I have a lot of great friends. I just can't pretend to love it there anymore. I am bored, and I need some new challenges. I know they think I am the glue that holds that team together, but I have faith they can do it on their own. They have to when I leave for whatever new position whether sooner or later. </div><br /><br /><div>Well, going to go and sit and play with Munchkin...leave you with some of his pictures...</div><br /><br /><div></div></div>OneCrazyMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17552454774950860674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589872194408932288.post-34241995551096457072008-09-04T19:37:00.000-07:002008-09-04T19:48:40.654-07:00Surviving<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi7tAoQzyXV3CU6Bb3OLFZpmw-7pBYwzB7WSu7pjQil0wrY4ILkkZwjVox3UMQy04JV7_GdaFZDb2YHv3heY6wt0Y-Jbf5Zfwsjbmv3CsxUkKTzMy3bkk6h99gJyFdlL0AF-KAqHm5fHiJ/s1600-h/th_goldmedal.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242363699288442834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi7tAoQzyXV3CU6Bb3OLFZpmw-7pBYwzB7WSu7pjQil0wrY4ILkkZwjVox3UMQy04JV7_GdaFZDb2YHv3heY6wt0Y-Jbf5Zfwsjbmv3CsxUkKTzMy3bkk6h99gJyFdlL0AF-KAqHm5fHiJ/s320/th_goldmedal.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Well I am surviving, barely. I have decided I am not a tough woman anymore that can do anything. I am freely handing over the mowing of the yard duties back to hubby as of Sept 30th. Vacuuming is killing my back, ever since my herniated disc that is one part of housekeeping that has never been good. My little Munchkin has obviously turned into the Little Monster. I found a cavity while brushing his teeth the other day and would he cooperate with the dentist? NOOOOO, now we will have to go back and try conscious sedation and try and get that cavity filled. One minute he is crying he misses his Daddy, and the next he will not talk to him on the phone...I have not had one moment of peace since 8/21/08 and all I all I really want is a long hot bath to soak without a little voice yelling Mommy for some silly reason. </div><br /><div>Now don't get me wrong..I love the Little Monster...um the Little Munchkin..but I truly believe I should get some type of gold medal for this single mom stint. Considering I have never done it before...and after this...I am not going to do it again. There is a reason Heavenly Father says that both a mother and father should raise a family. LOL</div><br /><div>Other than that we are now down to 26 days until Mister comes home..and I can not wait for that to happen and being able to take a long hot bath...alone....ahhhh now that would be heaven..</div>OneCrazyMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17552454774950860674noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589872194408932288.post-49215475643111392832008-08-26T19:32:00.000-07:002008-08-26T19:36:10.334-07:00One Rough Week<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKgbC1VNJ-ONujOuOfwOreYpZzHy7ywrdDSMUGXAMFGZ7sxuqHbdPgW-jS9Ny4b5NUl7_zXNS7qscRZmwwKsL1GuzvdUXEsb6oi389bNKT4im5qiISId_35AQtqxGKuq7ZOQB2qjs2lNNM/s1600-h/th_DoggyHeaven.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239020657065268738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKgbC1VNJ-ONujOuOfwOreYpZzHy7ywrdDSMUGXAMFGZ7sxuqHbdPgW-jS9Ny4b5NUl7_zXNS7qscRZmwwKsL1GuzvdUXEsb6oi389bNKT4im5qiISId_35AQtqxGKuq7ZOQB2qjs2lNNM/s320/th_DoggyHeaven.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br />First and foremost, I realize that there are others in this big world, that are going thru much tougher and greater heartbreak than I, that said...this week has sucked. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br />I had to put my dog Sadie down on Thursday morning-she was a good old dog, who just wanted to be petted in this world, so she left this world with me petting her and telling her I loved her. She has led a good and spoiled life. I am now down to one dog, Kissa-which to my many friends will be in shock, cause usually I have three. Kissa is a bit lonely and paranoid right now, so she is getting a lot of loving right now.</div><br /><div><br />The next thing is I took my hubby to the airport for his trip home to see his mom who is not doing well in the Philippines. He will be gone for 6 weeks and we will have min. contact. The sad part is he is missing Munchkin's 3rd birthday next month. Munchkin is already crying that he misses his Daddy and wants to find a plane and find his daddy. </div><br /><div><br />Of course after my day, that just sends me into sobs...so we spent the night cuddling on the couch watching the Upside Down Show and such. Then my prescious little boy...gently wipes my tears and pats my hand and tells me I won't go mommy. God knew what he was doing when that little soul blessed my life.</div><br /><div><br />Well I am already crying again..so I am going to scoot...need to get busy and stay busy for awhile.</div>OneCrazyMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17552454774950860674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589872194408932288.post-42619938555821768492008-08-19T19:32:00.000-07:002008-08-19T19:42:46.185-07:00Crazy around here<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY0NaXoFghVLv-kYZv1u_-brgdq5G-9GW8fJtN2_ZZOHroGA5EEJ_rSr1WDRyN-asvAJv5eovP_XVPoRZxBO1SPVy90OZZIJcDiGgKY1JUhINqkfs0r2PwDlKi7qA7tIy2ynwsvJZCdXCX/s1600-h/th_escanear0013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236424731697487042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY0NaXoFghVLv-kYZv1u_-brgdq5G-9GW8fJtN2_ZZOHroGA5EEJ_rSr1WDRyN-asvAJv5eovP_XVPoRZxBO1SPVy90OZZIJcDiGgKY1JUhINqkfs0r2PwDlKi7qA7tIy2ynwsvJZCdXCX/s320/th_escanear0013.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqmYpnU0GRJAdE-rZVm5kM12M1KMoDbmAl-mq4IGOo08t2IfpF9HwzB7fq9srpavMyaYhYadd_IJcCW328vvPWg7lALiafqK7dzkqc7vUo_pULRCSpAqjoEtYo03O3zMtCsncFzi_Ob636/s1600-h/th_philippines-flag.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236424591879371602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqmYpnU0GRJAdE-rZVm5kM12M1KMoDbmAl-mq4IGOo08t2IfpF9HwzB7fq9srpavMyaYhYadd_IJcCW328vvPWg7lALiafqK7dzkqc7vUo_pULRCSpAqjoEtYo03O3zMtCsncFzi_Ob636/s320/th_philippines-flag.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>I did not realize how long it had been since I posted...things have been crazy around here. My mom and nephew are coming this week to visit and we have an action packed weekend for the zoo and Little Red wants to see the ocean, so I thought I would take him on a ferry ride and drive over to one of the bays in our area. Of course the weekend would not be complete without Chuck E Cheese. LOL Man that is awful pizza. </div><br /><br /><div>Mister is getting ready to head home to the Philippines for 6 weeks, his mom is not doing well and he feels he needs to get it, just having done that for my dad, I completely understand. I am a little miffed though that he could not post pone things a couple of weeks and attend Munchkin's birthday, but he feels he needs to leave, so he is leaving this week and will not be back until the end of next month. </div><br /><br /><div>Now, I am going to have to deal with Munchkin...who will become MONSTER who will miss his Daddy terribly. I think it is going to suck being a single mommy for awhile and working full time. Fortunately, we have a lot of plans while Mister is gone, like go to fairs and wedding receptions, and just in general have a great time. I am going to make him a Go Diego Go quilt, as he is absolutely adoring Diego at this time. He is going to get a wagon and tricycle this year as he is getting big enough to have that. </div><br /><br /><div>So bear with me if I am not blogging much... I am going to try so Mister and see what is going on here.</div><br /><br /><div>Work is great..our manager that we were having problems with has really changed for the better, and I can only see the team get stronger. </div><br /><br /><div>Later peoples.</div><br /><br /><div></div></div>OneCrazyMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17552454774950860674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589872194408932288.post-36185308452948367352008-08-10T12:27:00.000-07:002008-08-10T12:41:19.612-07:00Humility<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPyYnYJVi0URraGZuNMkfN1Fe1uzBPRQrChpfJaingQvkNBTb0PM7NfOtCXMFGkggpEjwk3-V88w4NVWy3JywaBNQ9MW8lB2glKxoOaUxQLOpKiKe_RRx60S54Vdrs4uWU1uEH_QWEs0XB/s1600-h/th_Humility.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232976407039057250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPyYnYJVi0URraGZuNMkfN1Fe1uzBPRQrChpfJaingQvkNBTb0PM7NfOtCXMFGkggpEjwk3-V88w4NVWy3JywaBNQ9MW8lB2glKxoOaUxQLOpKiKe_RRx60S54Vdrs4uWU1uEH_QWEs0XB/s320/th_Humility.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Well<span style="font-size:+0;"></span> I did get my resume updated, but I have yet to turn it in anywhere. I am just not sure what I am going to do. There has been a shake up at my current work, and the manager that has been treating our team like crap is finally getting called to carpet, at least that is what looks like will happen. Now, I do not want to anyone hurt or get canned, but I would like a manger who will step up and take responsibility for the bad things just as much as the good things. She unfortunately is a person who can not see past her own perfection. She has never stepped up and said she was wrong or informed us that we were wrong, just that we misunderstood her. She is also a person who has to be into everything, but in real life, that is not necessary. She is so insecure with herself she can not trust us to do our job. The most disturbing thing is that she talks down to all of us like we are 12 years old. That is like a red flag in front of a bull...you just don't do that. </div><br /><div>I know this is a hard lesson for her, but I hope she will realize this will only make her stronger and that much better. These are one of the harder lessons to learn as a manager, which unfortunately I have had to learn also. I do realize however that it was the best lesson. I hope she will rise above and become a better manager, but frankly I am not sure she can admit her own weaknesses. I pray for the best for her.</div><br /><div>For me, I think I will still send my resume in and see what bites. </div><br /><div>Otherwise it has been a quiet weekend-cool and cloudy with some rain..so hung out most of the weekend with the Munchkin. We start another week tomorrow. :) </div>OneCrazyMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17552454774950860674noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589872194408932288.post-4961258337777953422008-08-06T19:47:00.000-07:002008-08-13T20:42:17.352-07:00My DilemaWhy is it that when things are going well in your life, something comes along that is tempting to try, but you just are not sure if you should go for it or stay? I am just so confused on what to do right now. I commute about 30 miles to work everyday to work as a complex case manager for a insurance company that is contracted by the state to adminster medical services the medicaid population. I do not do direct care anymore, but still have quite a bit of contact with members via telephone. I have in the last 8 months basically gotten a 20% raised because of my work. For that I am very proud. There is talk that they will start allowing telecommuting from home soon, but no date set, that would be heaven since gas is still pretty much over $4 a gallon here. Now, here is where my confusion starts, I got an email from one of my former Medical Assistants from my clinic manager days, telling me that the position for manager is coming open at the end of the month, which the clinic is only about 7 miles from my house and in the same town as my son's daycare. Obviously I don't know what they are looking for or the hours that they would require, as I am pretty restricted due to Munchkin's daycare. We could probably take a small paycut, and if the insurance is better with better benefits..it would probably be a no brainer, but oh how I love my current job, and probably when my current supervisor retires I would be able to move into her role if I really wanted to advance-which would be a lot of work to achieve. Of course that is not a given, I would have to apply just like everyone else in the company. She and I go way back to my nursing home days, and I talked to her about it, of course she tells to follow my heart. Well goodness the only problem with that is my heart is torn...I am hoping to find out some details about the position soon, and then I can make a firm decision. I guess I am just going to have to really pray about this and get my resume update..LOL It sucks sometimes being such a perfectionist with my work ethics..OneCrazyMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17552454774950860674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589872194408932288.post-17579564774490473942008-08-02T13:27:00.000-07:002008-08-02T13:50:44.460-07:00The Speeding Ticket<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx-9jFypdyX4zrm2bI378gY-hFj8y61_7QJ3uzrZDbVHiQAkT57CEsVYFLAYA1_BqIYHi1aErS4FfqouwUYs7xXXchg0wgV9ff7gmVBdic3z696YR5O6U2Yj4tORKAapvr5_Ue7mM9CB92/s1600-h/th_speeding_ticket.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230025224969879042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx-9jFypdyX4zrm2bI378gY-hFj8y61_7QJ3uzrZDbVHiQAkT57CEsVYFLAYA1_BqIYHi1aErS4FfqouwUYs7xXXchg0wgV9ff7gmVBdic3z696YR5O6U2Yj4tORKAapvr5_Ue7mM9CB92/s320/th_speeding_ticket.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Well, another my perfect Mister, finally got a speeding ticket. And you know what ladies, that is the best $113 dollars I will ever pay. For nearly 8 years I have had to listen to how he is perfect with his driving record, never had a wreck or a ticket and that he could talk he way out of any ticket. I have personally have had 3 tickets since I have started driving at 14, so I would say at 37, that is pretty darn good. So back to Mister, when he talk me, I think he thought I lost my mind. He was prepared for me to be angry at the waste of money. Here I was on the other end of phone cackling like there was no tomorrow. I was thrilled. My PERFECT MISTER, was no longer so perfect. I am probably evil for being so gleeful, but believe me when for nearly 8 years to have it rubbed in your face that he was perfect...there is a certain joy that he is not. </div><br /><div>He was not too happy with my reaction, but over the last couple of hours, he realizes how silly he has been over the last 8 years, and now we are both laughing about. I happily wrote the check today for $113 to the Washington Transportation Department...the best donation I have ever made to our roads. :) <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx-9jFypdyX4zrm2bI378gY-hFj8y61_7QJ3uzrZDbVHiQAkT57CEsVYFLAYA1_BqIYHi1aErS4FfqouwUYs7xXXchg0wgV9ff7gmVBdic3z696YR5O6U2Yj4tORKAapvr5_Ue7mM9CB92/s1600-h/th_speeding_ticket.jpg"></a></div><br /><div>Now, I have to get to the real world and clean the storage room. </div><br /><div>Have a great weekend all. </div><br /><div>PS: Munchkin continues to make progress with toilet training. </div>OneCrazyMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17552454774950860674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589872194408932288.post-73357415029940343762008-07-30T20:54:00.000-07:002008-07-30T21:03:29.487-07:00The Creature is GONE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQIADatEpVNATbu3S23BfVXxa74R4LzlNrD0iCI-HUOSyJ0_xdvYhm7jEE6mH33zfFU2575kRJlyudzBd6YvXOrETzu14Sm6UZOxaNVQ5GWaooYCD8VE_zbpMt1Fv3wWAeGnodSo28uZZD/s1600-h/th_Fireworks-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229023907955792706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQIADatEpVNATbu3S23BfVXxa74R4LzlNrD0iCI-HUOSyJ0_xdvYhm7jEE6mH33zfFU2575kRJlyudzBd6YvXOrETzu14Sm6UZOxaNVQ5GWaooYCD8VE_zbpMt1Fv3wWAeGnodSo28uZZD/s320/th_Fireworks-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I do not believe it, my dreams and prayers have come true. The Creature officially resigned and has been escorted out of the builiding. She will not be back. I am thrilled. Finally peace and tranquility in our jobs. No more messes to clean up and no more covering a complete moron. I knew there was greatness in this world. There has been a big relief in our department. There was a lot of celebrating in our area. That is kinda of sad if you ask me, as someone's demise brings joy to others. I know however, her behavior is what has been questioned. Not her person. </div><br /><div>On the family front, Monkey continues to grow and talk..matter of box, I am thinking of changing his name on here to Chatter box. I swear the boy will not cease talking from the moment he gets up until finally collapses. My mom states I did not talk until I was well after two..LOL I guess my mom gets some revenge now...LOL</div><br /><div>Not much else going one here, just going to get off of here and go light some fireworks and do some celebrating..hehehe</div>OneCrazyMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17552454774950860674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589872194408932288.post-35925004299121542262008-07-28T18:36:00.000-07:002008-07-28T19:07:16.961-07:00Another Week has begun<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOz-eCORwRx3gzpG0p7tULkYenKawU-lwAdQys7Tj0Ba9m7G4Zvb3hZZ5stqGxns0Hg7pW7ZeXMciSp8vGlZ7uog9yHvjEpGHu13wv7V6dpIE20HsbfSjpaNXTF36FRpQOSN0_DkVwSnO8/s1600-h/DSC_0027.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228251448758087858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOz-eCORwRx3gzpG0p7tULkYenKawU-lwAdQys7Tj0Ba9m7G4Zvb3hZZ5stqGxns0Hg7pW7ZeXMciSp8vGlZ7uog9yHvjEpGHu13wv7V6dpIE20HsbfSjpaNXTF36FRpQOSN0_DkVwSnO8/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeSsLGDL9ht8dFpMKDbXoOcezbEE0QVbJ1s04tE-_-rV01FoW5RAo30IT3TFwBKcqTMJuyID25o_PcOHa1P_xycpUF-gyKF7EYGE3dFakBNOt2UXzUIQIETEDePGXACMPiRUOfn967JcAv/s1600-h/DSC_0010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228251176361493586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeSsLGDL9ht8dFpMKDbXoOcezbEE0QVbJ1s04tE-_-rV01FoW5RAo30IT3TFwBKcqTMJuyID25o_PcOHa1P_xycpUF-gyKF7EYGE3dFakBNOt2UXzUIQIETEDePGXACMPiRUOfn967JcAv/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" border="0" /></a> Just some early pictures of Monkey from 2006-2007, man oh man how he has grown. And such a genius at an early age with the computer..LOL<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQdJVnPn8wHYEyA7DhJYJTVhevk5pRjbSex9BXAvomJdkIKu9g3cvP0E7d5TAIsxJiiYWjkKx9msnliNCqWkbJGMjmXaAU43qznHXYQdLU-6k1cJslS0wNjKLQMtXyMH1X_zbejFOVHS8g/s1600-h/P8270011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228250880357796530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQdJVnPn8wHYEyA7DhJYJTVhevk5pRjbSex9BXAvomJdkIKu9g3cvP0E7d5TAIsxJiiYWjkKx9msnliNCqWkbJGMjmXaAU43qznHXYQdLU-6k1cJslS0wNjKLQMtXyMH1X_zbejFOVHS8g/s320/P8270011.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCehHXHRRtg1lxbksHBHD9g7CW0LmY2rTLWqjV8-J-ms0h7FvwqJOuIgzqczs51bKo_z5FlMsXFENWP7-2XkVPMIYuqKROvEOj3GWlmrbwsD0cPlYTytT5hiRDshPD9O2v70g0phehDJk4/s1600-h/P3150008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228250634269308898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCehHXHRRtg1lxbksHBHD9g7CW0LmY2rTLWqjV8-J-ms0h7FvwqJOuIgzqczs51bKo_z5FlMsXFENWP7-2XkVPMIYuqKROvEOj3GWlmrbwsD0cPlYTytT5hiRDshPD9O2v70g0phehDJk4/s320/P3150008.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>My goodness, how time flies these days. My mom always told me that as I got older time would go faster, and dang it once again she was right. All I hope is that one day I have the same wisdom to pass on to the Munchkin. I can not believe another week has begun, which ultimately means my little Monkey is growing up. I keep telling him he is getting bigger, and he tells me "No, Mommy I stay a baby." Oh how I wish he would stay a baby on one hand, but the other I can not wait for him to grow and learn. To live life and most of all to enjoy the journey. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I am a firm believer that it the journey that makes life all the more worthwhile. Though the journey may be bumpy, long, and at time dark...in the end when we are all together again, it will be worth every tear, smile, joy, hurt, and love. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>That said...work was a hurt..LOL</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>It was just me today on the Medicare line, which is a pain in the tush let me tell you. Plus trying to clean up the Creatures cases has been an absolute nightmare in itself. We have all had to basically null and void everything the Creature did and start over. Tell me why in the earth would you have a nursing careplan on someone who is actively on Hospice and dying on a careplan to educate and address Advance Directives...uh hello..that is what hospice does before they accept you. Why on earth would you have someone on Ensure for weight gain-when they are actively dying? This is the silliness we have and are dealing with. Hopefully the Creature will stay gone. Oh how I pray for this. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Well better go and get the Munchkin something for dinner.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>OneCrazyMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17552454774950860674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589872194408932288.post-90251799199883004432008-07-26T21:40:00.000-07:002008-07-26T21:48:22.824-07:00Pretty Boring Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjscIR5vim0oVnE8NiFinnKtS2YzE2g9mKgvn18lZaZTopTvjCrNbY7qOQelyIhaKbgx9hw37GnUVp82HwD0m6xDJlP_QYzQlLZdXGzMsDKPYThzI4LZ6FY1o8QQHFQCenDXdInzM3U9lsm/s1600-h/th_b938c70a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227551064601190082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjscIR5vim0oVnE8NiFinnKtS2YzE2g9mKgvn18lZaZTopTvjCrNbY7qOQelyIhaKbgx9hw37GnUVp82HwD0m6xDJlP_QYzQlLZdXGzMsDKPYThzI4LZ6FY1o8QQHFQCenDXdInzM3U9lsm/s320/th_b938c70a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>On the positive note, we now have a working refrigerator, it sucks living out of coolers for a week. The Thermostat and Defrost timer went out again, I guess we have a real lemon on our hands. When our service warranty runs out, I guess I get a new frig..LOL </div><br /><div>Mister works weekends, so Munchkin and I went shopping-which he loves by the way, after the repair man left. Munchkin got a new puzzle and some legos. Then we bought a bunch of stuff at Costco and Freddie Meyers. Did not do much, except put things away and do dishes. After it cooled down a bit this evening I went out and weeded the front flower beds a bit. </div><br /><div>The weather is suppose to turn yucky for a couple of days, so we will just hang out tomorrow and I will do the laundry...now does that not sound like a rip roaring fun time. Maybe I be kind and cook Mister dinner tomorrow night when he gets home. LOL </div><br /><div></div>OneCrazyMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17552454774950860674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589872194408932288.post-82860058253720334272008-07-25T19:49:00.000-07:002008-07-25T20:13:46.703-07:00Whew, Friday is almost over<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRvxGrT7CxFkszYgbkHHG1md1T_LWJLIt8W39i77EDs-bEDmrwVurquVTAko5qMUkIvchC8w74RPujcWatkoYYFZrSkDEIimYWlkZqPZPM4SejPdHRQQ9NgAS7IucVYY3KYf4F_X-yzRy3/s1600-h/untitled9.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227155369661476978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRvxGrT7CxFkszYgbkHHG1md1T_LWJLIt8W39i77EDs-bEDmrwVurquVTAko5qMUkIvchC8w74RPujcWatkoYYFZrSkDEIimYWlkZqPZPM4SejPdHRQQ9NgAS7IucVYY3KYf4F_X-yzRy3/s320/untitled9.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I think I was wrong, and I have probably been wrong my entire life about Fridays. I used to think Fridays were fun and relaxing...but I am having some major second thoughts. Frankly, it was crazy today. We had some silly bakesale, now don't get me wrong the cause was awesome-Susan B Koman fund, but when it takes away key people you work with and you end up doing additional work because they are tied up for a blasted bakesale, it makes for a long tough day. My specialist was only suppose to be gone an hour, she ended up something like 3 or more. It was crazy. I will never take advantage of her again. Thank you Compadre, you are the best. </div><br /><div>Friday traffic home is usually horrible, so that delays us getting home. Most of the time it is a nice commute, even on bad days, but when you are tired and just want to get home..it gets a bit rough. </div><br /><div>We will get our refrigerator fixed tomorrow, it has been out all week-think the thermostat went bad..thank goodness for extended service warranty. It won't cost us a thing.</div><br /><div>Good news on the home front, is Monkey was dry all day at daycare. Of course he never said he needed to go potty, they just took him and told him to go...he will now pee on command. LOL</div><br /><div>I will put him on the potty and tell him "You need to pee, Monkey." He will look at me and "Okay Mommy-just a moment" He is priceless. The Mister made me dinner tonight so that grand of him. Even though work was crumpy today, life is good my friends. And because of Monkey...my day will always end the best note possible..LOVE.</div>OneCrazyMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17552454774950860674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589872194408932288.post-12827645022072195962008-07-24T19:06:00.000-07:002008-07-24T19:16:11.174-07:00The Creature strikes again<a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/dancing/helsydel/dancing-1.gif?o=19" target="_blank"><img src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l226/helsydel/dancing-1.gif" /></a><br /><br />Well the Creature decided to come in today for all of about 90 minutes. We were told she is taking Medical Leave again for two weeks..oh goodness. The weird thing is that this time she was escorted out..so I have a feeling she is not coming back..Oh could Heavenly Father love me that much, that he has decided I have been tormented enough by the Creature, that He is taking pity on me and getting her out of my life? Could I? Well, I guess in two weeks I will know. For now, I will continue to pray for that. <br />Now, I realize I am probably being evil, but after two years of her antics...it is a relief to think that maybe the end is near. I just hope. <br />Now on to the home front, Munchkin is still playing the night owl..I am dying..LOL Mister trys to help, but Munchkin only wants mommy. Now that you think about it, I want my mommy..LOL<br />I am really excited to see my little nephew and mom in a couple of weeks. My nephew is 4, and we are taking them to the zoo and Little Red wants to see the ocean..so we may do that, not sure on that one yet. <br />Have a lot of plans coming to go to the different fairs coming into town for me and my friend from to take our boys too, they are both 3. They are actually old enough to start to enjoy these kind of things now. :) <br />Good News, Munchkin was dry again this morning and used his little toilet. YAHOOOO!!!!!!!<br />Not much else going on...just will keep praying. <br />Can't wait, tomorrow is FRIDAY....:)OneCrazyMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17552454774950860674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589872194408932288.post-79149587253346087312008-07-23T18:28:00.000-07:002008-07-23T18:50:52.308-07:00Another Hump Day Over<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj90Df4GxiievlPqYmCEqeBs8gWvGk9UobCwpfwTO96gv6YVNWQQ3SvyV9tNeeZAtcEzRgCo7CrQB-mOwWYQzWdqB7QcT-B-hw8Gg3WUBGE39Qqlur78BBJHLMOssvqrDTvFebFUASle46L/s1600-h/th_garfield-35.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226392029693730498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj90Df4GxiievlPqYmCEqeBs8gWvGk9UobCwpfwTO96gv6YVNWQQ3SvyV9tNeeZAtcEzRgCo7CrQB-mOwWYQzWdqB7QcT-B-hw8Gg3WUBGE39Qqlur78BBJHLMOssvqrDTvFebFUASle46L/s320/th_garfield-35.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Man oh man, am I always so glad to see Wednesday come and go. It means it is getting closer to the light of Friday. I have figured out I have a little night owl on my hands, the Munchkin has decided he is not able to go to sleep until nearly 11pm every night this week, which makes for a very short night for him-ok us-as we get up at 6am so he can get to daycare. I kid you not, he will toss and turn and toss and turn forever, play with his blanket, pillow, whatever else he can get his hands onto to fiddle with until he finally gives up and goes to sleep. I am so hoping tonight he will just let me go to sleep as I am exhausted. </div><br /><div>Today at work went great, the Creature, decided to call in sick for whatever reason. We all have a pool going to see if she will be in the rest of the week, since she has never in the patterns ever called in during the middle of the week without including Thursday and Friday in the mix. Must be nice to have a 5-7 weekend every 1-2 weeks. We were thinking at work that she might have made a record of working actually 7 work days in a row..but we were unable to confirm this record, alas and give her some type of trophy. </div><br /><div>I am really enjoying my role as a case manager, and now I am the senior case manager for our company. SO that means I get a lot more interuptions and questions, but I love it. It brings back my days of being a Director of Nursing and trying to spin all the plates. </div><br /><div>I also love Wednesdays because it means I get my accupuncture treatment, which has been the best thing for my back. I actually have my life back again and I am not in pain every day due to the herniated disk and bone spur growing back there. Plus it is keeping the surgery out of the picture, as I really do not want to go down that road.<br />Well better go and get dinner finished and then hopefully Munchkin and I can go to bed early and just cuddle. </div><br /><div>Hope everyone has a great evening.</div><br /><div></div>OneCrazyMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17552454774950860674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589872194408932288.post-38368901331387586922008-07-22T18:56:00.000-07:002008-07-22T18:58:31.646-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhReykK165in4GlwBI8PPzLuL4bv7VEsJzhoGUX4NKp-sXOJ0d19doyVX14E7XPldMS5LKJYjiyuEBE4aoIbQ4dP6uVBCWrM9yQP5lSGZXfOATMBnGwgTTqRvwegZ5gcLbXsmDIHBjk0lZh/s1600-h/P7220001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226022911101744786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhReykK165in4GlwBI8PPzLuL4bv7VEsJzhoGUX4NKp-sXOJ0d19doyVX14E7XPldMS5LKJYjiyuEBE4aoIbQ4dP6uVBCWrM9yQP5lSGZXfOATMBnGwgTTqRvwegZ5gcLbXsmDIHBjk0lZh/s320/P7220001.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Proof my son is crazy...maybe he is smart..trying to catch a nap where ever he can..LOL </div>OneCrazyMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17552454774950860674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589872194408932288.post-31001128684398797762008-07-22T18:26:00.000-07:002008-07-22T18:56:33.918-07:00The Creature<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhweZsUxUjmqXJJb2cj509x7QcE8Shvaam-dLdLGI4Ery1bxlqjiVCAj23NR24oSrRGvtsMDWVUWM3sbiaIGu7ALpvnaexCH657RTp1Tj6dJJsRj3xIJrncVKLqlaboks-75t3gO35ito3L/s1600-h/th_creatureshirt.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226022410595651410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhweZsUxUjmqXJJb2cj509x7QcE8Shvaam-dLdLGI4Ery1bxlqjiVCAj23NR24oSrRGvtsMDWVUWM3sbiaIGu7ALpvnaexCH657RTp1Tj6dJJsRj3xIJrncVKLqlaboks-75t3gO35ito3L/s320/th_creatureshirt.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>For now that is what I will call her, until something comes to mind. The Creature is a person I work with. Have you ever had a person that just gets on your last nerve even her breathing makes you come unglued. Well, ladies, I am sad to say there is such a woman at my job. Now for those that don't know exactly what I do-I work for an insurance company as a complex case manager. She is also a case manager well when she is there she is suppose to be a case manager. Therein itself lies one of the big issues. This is a woman who from day of hire has managed to manipulate the attendance policy to her advantage including FMLA. Last year also she was "off on FMLA" for her 12 weeks, and then missed something like another 4 weeks throughout the year..so basically worked 10 weeks last year. Now tell me how that is possible or fair. She would call in and tell everyone she is sick-but come in all dolled up-new hair do, manicure and pedicure carrying her stupid 4lb dog...oh give me a flipping break. She has now had every major organ disease known to man-enlarged heart, fatty liver, ulcer, bad shoulder, bad back, migraines, IBS. </div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">We are waiting anxiously for the next illness, cause then I think I will give her the number for a local hospice-as obviously she is dying.</span> </div><br /><div>The bigger issue is she never does her work-everytime she misses we end up cleaning up her cases-then she would come back never say thank you and then proceed to take her nice cleaned up cases and screw them up all over again. Then get mad when we stopped giving them back. </div><br /><div>But back to the real reason for this post, my wonderful supervisor, feels she needs to be up next to me so she can watched and monitored. Now I ask you what earth did I do to deserve such punishment. I can not even stand the woman breathing, and now I have to listen to her all day...oh I pray for a quick death. I think I am praying for mine at the moment...LOL</div><br /><div>The Creature continues to live and breath right next to me..I think I feel some migraines coming on and maybe I will also take a Creature day.</div><br /><div></div>OneCrazyMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17552454774950860674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589872194408932288.post-48015917422376945092008-07-21T20:09:00.000-07:002008-07-21T20:24:38.326-07:00Nurses and Friendships<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY5nDlFgd1ulgejCzCcSjfdCH0uktU56CI4YFCh3LS2bxr0X3f-O2Xq6A5T6aD-Y1CmvgfAIR8j22YqIIhn3LJs1wpW-zff0f7dVpJP5EjgSeHubasD9hKxsEtKs91wpcMhNIDo9sJH1zM/s1600-h/th_girls2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225674083688453570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY5nDlFgd1ulgejCzCcSjfdCH0uktU56CI4YFCh3LS2bxr0X3f-O2Xq6A5T6aD-Y1CmvgfAIR8j22YqIIhn3LJs1wpW-zff0f7dVpJP5EjgSeHubasD9hKxsEtKs91wpcMhNIDo9sJH1zM/s320/th_girls2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I went to lunch with a dear friend today, and we were having this conversation about not liking ourselves and hiding. First, I want you all to know, I resisted the urge to slap her up side the head..and she was driving and had already tried to run us into a tree. So one, be proud. :)<br />Just basically told us she had hid from the world this weekend and did not want to "bother us" as we have families. I am piping up from the backseat...'HELLO>>>>>that is what a friend is for you big goof.', so we can bring each other back to the real world and let them know that they are a needed person in this world. Slap them a couple of times to make it real. LOL</div><br /><div>Now, this has had me thinking most of the day. Nurses suck as friends. Now, we are great listeners, we are compassionate, and we love to care. Now my understanding of friendship is that this need goes both ways, and as nurses we struggle with that part of needing of other people. We are the classic caregivers, but we don't want to be cared for. </div><br /><div>Now comes the brilliant thought for the day-and let me tell you it wore me out...I am the same darn way. When I am down, blue, not liking myself too much..I hide and do not call my friends for a way out. So now I am like great, I need to be hit up side the head also, but I know that would not be good. It has shown me I need to practice what I preach. </div><br /><div>Now I made a promise to myself, I would not name names on here, but if that person reads this, and they know who they are...thank you my dear friend. </div><br /><div>You are a joy for me to have in my life, and I promise to start bugging you more when I am down if you will do the same. I love ya girlfriend. </div><br /><div>For the rest of my friends, I treasure each of you. You each are special-not mentally challenged (though I know that it is close second for some of you), you all enrich my life so much more and knowing that I am better person for knowing you. </div><br /><div>Thank you all</div><br /><div></div>OneCrazyMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17552454774950860674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589872194408932288.post-24555220879503118502008-07-21T18:52:00.000-07:002008-07-21T19:04:06.826-07:00Don't you just hate Mondays?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbRS981p56wapLlkqOohjXPkwVTqIy-VEDM839POm433bnBGOPRePpgDOjzcCJKzsDTiO-BolLQPWklXH4pyYLH70IZ24J0IkKiJAbrWCqzmsnzdsEiFrU9ALx-B25gcvWnNpRlFZP8Cqs/s1600-h/boy_pushing_shopping_cart.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225652991514330482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbRS981p56wapLlkqOohjXPkwVTqIy-VEDM839POm433bnBGOPRePpgDOjzcCJKzsDTiO-BolLQPWklXH4pyYLH70IZ24J0IkKiJAbrWCqzmsnzdsEiFrU9ALx-B25gcvWnNpRlFZP8Cqs/s320/boy_pushing_shopping_cart.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div>It is so hard to get my butt out of bed on Mondays, then to boot to drag my monkey's butt out of the bed too, just makes a charming start to the 5 day work week. The good thing this am is that monkey was dry and actually took a nap on the commode this am while he peed. So, I am all thrilled cause that really means we are starting to make headway on this whole potty training thing. Now we are both dressed and head down stairs, and I am bad, I sit him on the dining room table while I scurry around like a rat trying to make sure he has his juice, his Diego DVD for the car, blanky, backpack, and then my stuff..he decides that he is tired and proceeds to lay down on the table. By now I am now laughing my butt off because he is telling me he is going to stay with Mommy today while he is going to see Margaret-one of his beloved daycare teachers. Get out the door, and realize after he is loaded in the car, we forgot his DVD and I forgot my cell phone-which is most important since I seem to do most of my telephone talking commuting to work these days. Whew...now we are only 10 minutes...I know that once I drop him off, I can probably speed (after all not safe with a little one in the car), and I might just make it too work before 0730. </div><br /><div>Well, darn I was only 3 minutes late...if only not for that darn construction truck this am...</div><br /><div>Worked my day..wishing so much to just be able to go to bed..and now 1630 rolls around and I can leave and start my crazy evening with the monkey....</div><br /><div>He is so happy to see me...telling me we need to go shopping..<br />What can I say ladies...a man after my own heart. :) </div>OneCrazyMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17552454774950860674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589872194408932288.post-78899531460936124092008-07-20T14:41:00.000-07:002008-07-20T15:03:05.453-07:00So....here goes nothing<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVK6uoiMbR5b2_W9hx9uoFgoFocAUhUdqaGkqVDqnQbK22pGOBgCtatRzI0JM_K7hyYTerTthDhWXOhM3YGQeDc8jaHZbVpGb6JCzGEKYPirxmo-LkOctZXbF5p9pIElK04RLZcn0Nz-zH/s1600-h/th_monkey.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225220096038114914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVK6uoiMbR5b2_W9hx9uoFgoFocAUhUdqaGkqVDqnQbK22pGOBgCtatRzI0JM_K7hyYTerTthDhWXOhM3YGQeDc8jaHZbVpGb6JCzGEKYPirxmo-LkOctZXbF5p9pIElK04RLZcn0Nz-zH/s320/th_monkey.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So now that I have posted a little of my history, why am I doing this? One, I thought I would jump on the bandwagon of blogging, and second..so that maybe just maybe my little munchkin will know just how much joy he brings into my life. I have a wonderful life with my wonderful husband, known on here as Mister and my son known as Munchkin/Monster/Monkey, depending on what he has done. The other thing reason is to maybe sort out some of the craziness in my life having to be a full time working mom raising a toddler at 37 years old. I am a Registered Nurse and truly feel that Heavenly Father has placed this sacred calling on me and due to that feel that I can never truly be a stay at home mom. That said, I am also the main bread winner so I really have no choice. I have worked every gammitt of the nursing world and have paid my dues, I am now in a job that is 8 hours a day, M-F, no weekends, no on call and truly do not have to take it home with me. I still help people and that is the best part. My son is my world every other moment of the day. He is pretty much a mommy's boy, which I absolutely adore. </div><br /><div>My son is almost 3, and he is such a joy. Everything he does is such a wonder to me. He will come up to me and give me a hug and say "I need you mommy.", let me tell you my heart just melts. I just love our times of sitting and cuddling and just reading books together. Mister does struggle with this as he never had a real father figure and is never sure were his place is this craziness. Hopefully he will realize his place is right here in the middle with me. People will see pictures of Munchkin on here all the time..after all he is my pride. LOL</div><br /><div>I will hopefully talk about my job, my friends, and just do some venting. Hopefully I can make this thing work. So I just ask that people be patient and kind as I try and figure this blogging thing out...:)<br /></div><br /><div></div>OneCrazyMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17552454774950860674noreply@blogger.com0