It's a Fevah

Alright, how many more of my friends and family are going to get pregnant right now? They come in groups of at least 5 or more at a time. I swear. I have had baby fever for about seven years now. Ha! Yep, even while pregnant and living thru two newborns. As soon as I pop one out, I'm ready to get knocked up right away again. If only the Hubs was so willing..


The third time is a charm, right? I'll have a girl this time, right? We will be done after this, right? RIGHT?! The Hubs and I agreed from the start. Three kids. No more. Or the age of 30. I'm 28 now. Nearing ever so close to 29. He is cutting it too close, and I have an inkling that he is doing it on purpose! Why couldn't we have had one boy and one girl. I would have been happy with that. Not that I don't LOVE, LOVE my two boys. But come on. TRYING to have a girl is stressful. How does one TRY for a girl? Cuz if you mess up and accidentally TRY for a boy in hopes for a girl, well.. you are kinda shit out of luck. And you don't get to find out until halfway thru the whole ordeal! What a bunch of bull. There has got to be an easier way. And lately.. everyone seems to be having girls! It's like they are rubbing it in my face that I married a man that was the middle of 5 (yep, that's correct) BOYS! Me being the only girl as well.


If I am predestined to have all boys, fine. I can live with that. But I at least have to know. I need to try that one last time. I NEED it. Like crack. He can't just leave me wondering for the rest of my life. What if that next one was pink? The Hubs was the one that "wished" for a girl the first time. We both "hoped" the second. Now am I the only one anxious for the third?


I thrive at being a Mom. Really. It comes so naturally, not that it's easy.. but it's like my dream job. Some days you just don't want to get out of bed, other days you are up at the crack of dawn making pancakes. The Hubs and I make a great pair. I try super hard at keeping happy kids. Not spoiled, mind you, just happy. I mastered "the look" early. The Hubs, well.. his "Daddy voice" can stop any child in his tracks. Honest. We've tried it. Our boys are amazing. Well behaved, for the most part. Sweet and sassy, just like their Mom. Tough like their Dad. A girl would even us out quite well. Besides, "just Mom" doesn't seem like a good enough reason to aim properly! Ahem!


 What's one more? Right?!

Start Fresh

I guess maybe.. you might want some back history? Some light on the subject? A quick peek into my life.

I, for the most part, am a walking contradiction.. Born and raised in good ole Wisconsin, and I hate loathe strongly dislike the Packers.

Who thinks green and yellow even look good together anyway!? I have my reasons, too.. it isn't just to piss off fellow Wisconsinites, but I won't get into them now. And then there is Brett Favre. Yep, spelling his name right just proves I am a fan. Still. But again, I am not a Packer fan, so I didn't jump on that bandwagon hate fest that is still so obvious. Also, I am not really a big drinker.. *gasp* I know right? I quiver a little bit every time I take even the smallest sip of beer. You know.. that involuntary shake when you aren't sure that you can even keep it down? If I do drink, one glass (that pretty much can't even taste like there is any alcohol in it whatsoever) will last for hours. Then I have to chug it, which really isn't that hard, weird I don't do that in the first place. I would rather take a shot, get it done and over with as quick as possible and drink soda for the rest of the evening. Oh yes, I call it a bubbler (not a drinking fountain, and definitely not a water fountain) It's soda (Not pop) It's common for me to see horizontal stop lights, and I have never even seen the Fonzie statue. Does that make me a bad Wisconsinite? Oh darn. If it matters any, the smell of cow manure doesn't bother me. When I lived in Milwaukee and was traveling "home" as soon as that first dairy farm came into view, my windows were rolled down and I took a big whiff. It was that warm, comfy, cozy feeling that you get inside. Little gross, I know. I pride myself on knowing how to spell and write properly, but I don't often put punctuation to good use. I type how I talk, please.. get used to it.

I have been a stay at home mom since 2006, and this is my first blog. Ever. Holy alert the press, Batman.. right? Hell, my first ever party hosted was just recently my youngest's third birthday. I believe myself to be super creative, but I am one of the biggest procrastinators you will ever meet. I am a borderline o.c.d. perfectionist, but quite often my house is in complete disarray. And I'm OK with that. Curling up on the couch pretending to read something or another, watching my husband play video games.. Shit, or playing them WITH him. And if I am allowed to brag, I'm not all that bad either. I think of myself as a lady, but rarely will be caught dead in a dress, and I swear like a sailor.

Take no offense, it's just who I am. I love to paint, but I'm pretty critical. I dabble in cake decorating.. but I can't even pretend on knowing how much I would ever charge for something like that. I also hate talking about myself, because well, I have enough people in my life doing that for me.

I am sarcastic, and have an AWESOME attitude, and I can bullshit with the best of them. I'm just a little bit country, but mostly rock and roll..