Good Bye 2009

It's been fun... really.. 
we've had some issues this year (which we won't get into)...
but overall, it's been a good year...


A little Christmas re-cap.....

opening my necklace from Drew

furthering his obsession...

Christmas morning with the love of my life..

my gift to the king of the world...

playing games.. the perfect end to a great day... 

From our family to yours.. Happy New Year!!

Getting Ready for Christmas. . .

one of our favorite traditions...

decorating our little tree. . .

Stocking time. . .

gotta have gingerbread men. . .

tree decorating at Molles Manor . . 

time for ornaments . . .

the naughty boy giving Santa his list . . .

80 at 27

So I've decided that even though I've technically been 

alive for only 27 years,

I am actually about 80... if not older

Over the last 6 years I've realized that my need for sleep is HUGE...

anything less than 8 hours and I'm miserable..

useless.. cranky.. sore.. tired.. and somehow restless.

About 99% of the time, Drew and I are in bed at 8:00pm..

 if not a few minutes before

(yes, both of us... together.. in my bed...that's a whole different blog)

We climb into bed, read a story, then it's time for a little

 "Roseanne" or "Golden Girls" while I tell Drew about 

50 times to close his eyes and go to sleep...

Then around 9:00 I actually fall asleep...

and I'm not up again until 6:00-ish... 

5:50 if I don't hit the snooze button a few times

I love to sleep... 

I love just laying in my nice warm bed

with the best blankets ever watching TV..

I love being lazy...

I highly doubt this is what other 20-something single mothers 

are doing on a daily basis...

but who cares?... not me!!

But what officially makes me 80 instead of 27, 

is the fact that not only do I do this on nights when 

Drew is home.. 

but it's also the same thing I do when he's

at his dad's for the night... 

or for the whole weekend...

80's really not so bad... 

wonder what it'll be like to be 90..

Grandma Went M.I.A.

Last night at 9:37 my phone rings....

My frantic grandpa is on the other end 
saying my grandma is missing...

After almost an hour of searching... 
(the police and all 10 of her children were notified
 and came rushing over)
we found her...

Sound asleep on one of the 10 couches they have in the "Big Room".

**Yes, my grandpa checked that room even before he called me.....

So if anyone knows where I can buy "Grandparent Low-Jack"

I'd really appreciate the info. . . .

Sick Days

Little man has been sick for the last couple days.... 
Migraines... upset stomach... fever.... and minimal energy (until last night when he danced to about 5 MJ songs and demanded to be recorded through his entire "performance"... yes, he's a DIVA..)

*please excuse the bad photo quality, it's from my phone

During our last couple days of staying home, our activities have included the following:

*endless movies

*brownies (a proven remedy... kinda)

*snuggly time with the best blankets ever

*a trip to the doctor

*gatorade

*2 crazy puppies

*a trip to the park.... ya, i know

*a trip to Toys R Us... if that doesn't cure a kid, I don't know what will

*a very adorably hilarious MJ performance by my little Diva

*and adding to his ever growing Christmas list....... 

 It is November 6th and my son's two page Christmas list now contains 32 items..

 I'm debating just wrapping up my credit card for him for Christmas... 

Moving Forward...

The time for change has come.... 


But first, here is an adorable picture of my little monster on Halloween.

Drew was with his dad this year for Halloween so I didn't actually get to see him... *Heart broken Mama over here* but I  was sent a couple pictures. Drew wanted to be a werewolf from the "Thriller" video for Halloween. Sure the make up was cool.. and having hair glued to his face was neat... but the only thing he kept talking about was the fact the he was gonna have the jacket... boy did he want that jacket. 
I missed my little man on Halloween.. but I'm glad he had a great time. 


***** Now, in other news.......


I've decided to move forward...
Now I completely dread cleaning.. of any form.. so I avoid it at all costs...
however; the time has come for some mental and emotional "house" cleaning.

I took the time to do some reflecting..and over thinking.. this last couple weeks.. 
I realized that since I had Drew six years ago I had changed a lot in my life...
I changed a lot about the way I lived and the way I thought.. and surely, the way I felt...


But I also realized that I hadn't changed enough...
in one way in particular, I was still the girl I was at 19... and I don't want to be anymore..


I chose a way of life.. a way I would interact in most relationships I had with people in my life... and it worked for me.. at that point in my life.. and even for the last 5 years or so.... 


but not anymore.


I want to move forward... 
now I'm not even sure of exactly what I mean by that... but for starters, it means removing people from my life that will prevent me from becoming the person.. the mom.. the woman.. that I want to be.

There is one person that I knew I had to start with... all the rest would be easier.. 


This man had been a part of my life for almost 8 years... he's played a role that couldn't possibly ever be named... maybe that's because it was more like 15 or 20 roles... but to me it was one.
This is a good man... with a good heart... 
He allowed me to be myself... always.. encouraged me to find myself.. learn more.. be completely honest at all times... not once did he ever try to hold be back from what I wanted or needed.


We both chose to lead lifestyles that were untraditional and went against what most of our friends and families believed. . . it's what connected the two of us though.


I don't have a single negative word to say about this man.. however; this is because I believe that people treat you how YOU let them.... and this is the reason for my need to remove him from my life.
He's played the role that I've allowed him to ... the role I asked him to play... but I no longer need someone to play THAT role in my life... and unfortunately there's no way he could play any other. 
That was his role... 

Change is never easy... this one certainly hasn't been.... but necessary and easy don't always go hand in hand... 

So I'll be moving forward.... and cleaning house... *not literally, let's not get carried away here

I'm looking forward to this new life... waiting to see what's behind the next door in life I choose to open.

4 INCHES.... YA RIGHT!!

I am an extremely low maintenance chick...


I don't get my nails done anymore . . . 
I don't go the the tanning salon. . . 
My shoe collection consists of about 5 pairs of flip-flops, a pair of tennis shoes, 2 pairs of FAKE Uggs, and a couple pair of slippers. . .
I rarely buy new clothes for my self ( I'd rather buy cute stuff for Drew)... and when I do it's always something cheap from Target or Khols. . . 
and last but not least... I hardly ever get my hair cut. . . 


But there is another reason, besides being low maintenance, for the lack of hair maintenance.... 


I absolutely LOVE having long hair. . . .

Not that I ever actually do anything with it.... it's never really "styled"... rarely do I put the effort into curling it. . . honestly, majority of the time it starts out down and straight, and about 10 minutes later it's pulled half back.... then about an hour later it's all pulled up into a big mess in the back of my head.. or a ponytail. . . because I hate having my hair touch my face... ever . . .

So since it was just getting a bit too long... I decided it was time to trim it... maybe even CUT it a little. . 

Last night I was finally brave enough to go to the butcher  hair stylist. . . BIG MISTAKE!!!! 

I explained my hair issues to her (I've seen the same "hair chick" before about 3 or 4 times) . . and then she pulls up her records and says "it's been 31 weeks since you've last been in"... um, ok.. what does that have to do with anything?... she says the average time between haircuts should be 8 weeks.... 

Well, in my opinion, twice a year is just fine . . . I LOVE my hair long!!!

So I ask her how much she absolutely NEEDS to take off to get rid of the damaged and split ends... 

she says about 3 inches, but she'd like to cut 4 since I go so long between cuts. . . . 4 inches

I agree . . and let her get to work... practically holding my breath the entire time... seriously... 

and when she was done I stood up, grabbed a hand mirror and turned around... 

now I knew I wasn't gonna be happy... trimming my hair at all bothers me, so I was already prepared for disappointment... however; I was not prepared to be shocked. . .

4 inches... does that look like 4 inches to you????

Now I haven't been brave enough to actually measure it. . . until now. . . give me a sec..... 

in my weird, random, ruler down the back of my head, measuring technique... I just came up with about 10 inches.... 10 freakin inches!!!! ok, in her defense my measuring technique may not be 100% accurate, but you get the picture

I now officially have short hair. . . . 

Boo =(