I'm seriously addicted

Every time I get a spare second I run over to the computer to check my emails and splitcoaststampers to see if I am missing anything. SCS hasn't been moving fast enough for me lately so I started cruising stamping blogs. I linked to one off of another and saw this card that looks a lot like a card I got from my secret sister so I am wondering if I accidentally figured out who she is. Oops! I need to be spending my spare time stamping but my set up just isn't good for that.

It's Halloween! I some how volunteered to make mummy hot dogs for Maddie's kindergarten. That was fun. I ended up making them last night and then just heating them up this morning before I took them to school. Morgan had her one month check up today. The chunky monkey is 10lbs. 7oz. already! Maddie is a Cheerleader and Carter is Elmo. I found a cheerleader outfit that Morgan will fit into so I may dress her up tonight when we go trick-or-treating. Maddie will be thrilled. Well, Morgan is calling and I need to go pick up the kids and get them fed before we go out tonight.

Silent House

No, not mine...It is a song by the Dixie Chicks on their latest CD "Taking the Long Way". It is a really good CD. It is really crazy how they have been banned from certain radio stations because of their political beliefs. We have a newer country station in the Detroit area and they had people call in and vote whether or not they wanted the Dixie Chicks music played on this station and I think they lost. I was amazed at the ignorance of people calling in to complain. The music is great regardless. It is really sad. Their first single "Not Ready to Make Nice" is even about this situation. It mentions how they got death threats because the lead singer made a comment about being ashamed to be from the same state as George W. Bush. If I was from Texas I would be ashamed too, but that is another story.

Back to the point of this post. Silent House is a song about someone with Alzheimers. I heard it for the first time the other day and it made me think of my Grandma. "I will try to connect all the pieces you left. I will carry it on and let you forget. I'll remember the years when your mind was clear. How the laughter and life filled up this silent house." I was very close with my Grandma growing up. My mom and I lived with her for awhile and we spent a lot of time together. Now she is in a home and I don't see her too often. I saw her a couple of weeks ago. She really enjoyed seeing the kids. I got pictures of her holding little Morgan. Two days ago my mom called and told me they were taking my Grandma to the hospital. She's not doing good. Her blood counts were down and she was dizzy and her memory had gotten drastically worse. I went and saw her last night. They aren't sure what is wrong yet. And once they figure it out, not sure they will be able to do anything about it. She is 84 and probably couldn't take a surgery. My visit with her was actually kind of humorous. She was telling me that Meerkats live under my aunt's deck and it is all because the neighbor lady used to feed them. I really don't think we have Meerkats in Michigan, but I didn't go there. She asked if my husband knew how to get rid of them. I just said that I didn't think he had experience with Meerkats.

2 year old boys sure are trouble....

Well, at least mine is. He won't let this baby, or me, sleep. This kid is always up at 6:00 in the morning, comes in to my room and makes a bunch of noise. Or he climbs in bed and pulls my hair or sticks his finger in my ear and his cold feet on my legs. This morning I just about strangled him. He was kissing Morgan while she was sleeping in her cradle, that didn't wake her up but the yelling he was doing later did. Why does he always have to talk so loud? None of this bothered me until the baby came along. Some of it was even cute. He was and still is my mamma's boy. But things are different now. I still love him to death, he just gets on my nerves! He is good for getting tissue, diapers, etc and putting stuff in the fridge or getting it out...He's screaming at me now. Time for a nap. "I'm mean at you" That is what he says when he's mad at me, which seems to happen a few times throughout the day.
I think I am just in this honeymoon stage with Morgan. She screams at me too, but it is because she is hungry, or wet, not because she is "mean at me". She wakes me up every night and morning, but I don't get mad at her when she does.

These children are going to drive me to drinking!!!

I don't know if I can do this. We've been talking about me staying home with the 3 kids instead of going back to work and I don't know if I can do that. Today has not been a good day. Last night was a rough night. I already sat down with the ice cream container to try and drown my sorrows. I don't think that worked. I may go open that bottle of wine that has been sitting in the laundry room since our wedding! It is an aweful big bottle and I don't think it will taste that good though. I'm not big on wine, other than Boone's Farm!!!

Twisted Swap - Holiday Edition

Here is my card for the twisted swap. I am in the adult group. My daughter asked why the boy and girl were on top of each other. You can't tell that much from the scan, but the slutty girl is bending over.