Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.  I've got nothing.  Not sure what's going on, but lately, I've got nothing to say.  Things have been happening but I still got nothing. 

And I think I'm bored.  Bored of the weather.  Bored of my digs here, need a new header, look, something. Just anything will do, but still I've got nothing.

You got something?  Anything? 

I just can't wait for spring........

So I think I will just show you what is annoying......

Slow drivers in the morning.....they suck!

Snow....it sucks!

Whinny kids.....well, you got the idea!

That I can't do this!  Just once, I would like to chase my husband around with a frying pan....

And finally....THIS!  Who's freaking idea was it to listen to some dumb rodent and it's Spring prediction.  It's karma damn-it.  Of course if you say it will happen, it will.  6 more weeks of winter my ass.  I bet some big-wig snow tire seller is promoting the shit out of this thing to make more money.  Down with the rodent!  Down with the rodent! 

I must go to my happy place now.....

Really?  My last post was 12/02/09? 

Wow! 

To my defense, I was sick for just about 3 weeks of that time with the flu.  Yup.  3 weeks, 2 of which I literally spent in bed and the other on the couch.  It sucked.  And right before Christmas, without any shopping done.  Lucky for Amazon. 

So what's going on in the internet world, peeps?  Clue me in on the happenings.  I have been living vicariously through my iPod touch cruising the net on that tiny screen since it could be done from bed.  And the laptop completely pisses me off to the point that I could literally throw it out an open window. 

Other than that, not much to tell here.  Or there could have been, but I have been in my own world of sickness and didn't care.  

I did get some shots of Christmas though......and maybe some randomness thrown in to boot....

Chachi and her "favorite" gifts.  Can you believe that!  Santa could have saved a ton of money!

Stink opening his DSi....Mommy's "favorite" gift.  I swear....I haven't seen this child in days!  Santa must have surely gotten my wish list :)

Chachi and her DSi....although she doesn't get so "lost" in gaming!   I mean, she is too busy watching her movies :)

How little chubby man, Chili, spent Christmas morning!

And his "big" baby brother...

Snow!  Snow!  The only shot I could get from the window.  Didn't think I was going out in THAT did you!

Whoda thunk that she actually has a decent bed to sleep in!

My favorite!  It's like this dog can read my mind.  Now if he could only hold him like that and give his little tushy a pinch at the same time! 

Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree......you don't contain anything breakable.

Let's not let a month go by next time, eh. 

Ho Ho HO!

Just a few.....

A couple weeks ago Chachi came home from school with a project.....to "dress" a paper turkey.  I filed the due date away in my mind, Wednesday, and moved on. 
Come Tuesday, I reminded Chachi that we needed to finish her Turkey.  I happened to do this in front of her teacher when I picked her up at school.  And that evening, that's just what we did.  Only, after a second glance at the instructions, I noticed the due date. 
Apparently, we were a week late. 
I sent it in anyway. 
What's worse?  Chachi was so excited that HER turkey was hung on the wall with the others. 
Oops.  

This weekend was prepare for the holidays time.  Lights up, tree up, house cleaned and moved around to make room, etc.  While cleaning the living room, hubby decided to put our "extra" DVD player in Chachi's room, since her's suddenly stopped working.  After some fumbling with wires, moving her dresser out, finding an extentsion cord, etc we finally got it working.  Only, when the door to the player opened, hubby yelled out....
"Isn't this the Netflix movie you lost 6 months ago?" he exclaimed swinging around the disc on his pointer finger.
"What?!"
And there it was in all it's glory.  The reason why we have been down to one movie rental for months. 
Whoda thought to look in the actual DVD player? 

And finally, a picture story (and I didn't do it).....

One side of our house.....ignore the crooked light.....

Aren't the lights nice?  Hubby worked feverishly over the weekend to get them up.  Before his TV time. 

Now that you know how "fast" he was working, take a second look. 

Notice anything strange?  Besides the crooked light!

Here....I will give you a closer look.....

Ding Ding Ding Ding.  That's right!  He left the light packaging on the roof.  

And I took these just now.  Exactly 3 days and 6.5 hours later. 
At this rate, he might as well leave them there to make taking them down that much easier. 

And that's my life.  Crooked light and all. 
Oh, did I mention the bulb in that light has been out for months.  And did I mention that the photo-cell on that light has been broke for even longer.  And did I mention that I actually have a tiny flashlight on my keychain so I can see to get in the door. 

Is it just me, or with the time change, does 10pm feel like the middle of the night? 

I have been in bed, exhausted, just after 8pm many times these past few weeks.  Now that it's getting dark earlier, my body thinks I should be hibernating. 

Now for the jumble of happenings....I think it's easier this way.....

Timber:  He is doing fabulously.  We couldn't have hoped for a better outcome.  He is officially done with his medication and pain free.  And we start puppy school at the end of November, so that should be interesting. 

A few weeks ago Stink and I took Timber to meet Chachi at school.  Of course, when kids see a puppy, they go all googly eyed and insist on invading your personal space.  At one point, another Mother asked if her little girl could pet the doggy.  This little girl was probably just over a year old.  I said yes, and held Timber so he wouldn't jump.  Next thing I know, Stink is tugging on the Mother and asks, "Can I pet your baby?" and begins to rub her head. 
Embarrassment was the first thing that came to mind.  Then, I thought about it.  Your child is petting a member of our family, so why shouldn't we return the favor.  Huh.  The kid taught me another lesson. 

Speaking of Stink....this child finally seems to have grown out of the terrible 2's.....at 3.5 years of age. If I didn't know him, I would have thought someone switched him out for a better behaved kid. 

And what's worse is that Chachi has taken over his role as the PITA. 
A Mom can never win. 

Bedtime is still blissful.  Unless I let Dave put the kids to bed.  Why is it that husbands screw everything up?  His way is to put them in bed and walk away.  If they get out, he lets them lay down with him, inevitably falls asleep, and I walk in to a husband and two kids snoring in my bed.

Which reminds me, he put them to bed tonight.  I better go check and see what's happening.  Wanna bet they are not in their own beds? 

How cute is that!

Timber is doing fantastic!  We are finishing out his last round of treatment and we couldn't be happier with his progress.  

And when I say bliss, I mean knock your socks off, both kids in bed by 8pm and asleep shortly after that good times a coming bliss.  Can you tell I am ecstatic!  
It's been five years people.  I have shared my bed for 5 years with at least one child.  One kicking, hitting, rolling around and pulling the covers off kid.  Lots of nights, times two. 

Now, in case you were wondering how....I will let you in on my secret......

First....get good and pissed.  It will help later in the process. 

Next, take the kid that's the worst, and put that one in his/her bed.  Tuck them in.  Say night night, time for bed.  A routine doesn't hurt here either.  We do snack/drink, 5 minute warning, bathroom, story then bed.

Now sit.  Right next to the bed.  At first the child will try to talk to you.  Ignore it.  This is key and will be your best friend during this process.  The power to tune it out.  Whatever you do, do not answer.  You are there in just body, not mind.

Next, the child will get angry.  He/She may scream and cry.  Even throw insults out like, "Get out of my room you idiot Mommy!" 

Ignore it. 

Maybe he/she begins to jump up and down in their bed.  Throw a pillow at you.  Even take a toy gun and toss it at your head.  It hurts, but don't show the pain.  Grimace inwardly. 

Ignore. Ignore.  Ignore.   And this is about the time you need to be good and pissed.  That bump on your head was actually a blessing in disguise.  It helps your stamina.  Plus, plugging your ears with your fingers helps.  

After the throwing subsides, you will notice the little imp begin to get tired and lay down.  Maybe even fetch the blanket and pillow and cover themselves up. 

And after a few more minutes, he/she is asleep.  

Now, you can leave.  Get a glass of wine.  Prozac.  Whatever helps. 

The next night?  Do it again.  But beware, they are onto you, so you really need to be on your game.  The fits get worse on the second night.  Don't give in, and believe me, you will want to.  45 minutes of pure screaming will do that to a person.  Fingers in your ears works here once again.  

By the third night?  All will be good in your world.  This night I took my book in and sat for maybe 15 minutes.  No screaming.  No talking.  Nothing.   Just rolled over and went to sleep.  

And each night thereafter was the same.  After about a week, I no longer needed to sit.  Just tucked in, talked for a couple minutes and off I went.  

What's even better?  Because you fixed the worst kid first, the other child gets to hear all the screaming.  And since it's behind closed doors, they have no idea what the hell is going on.  Thus, that child just rolls over and goes to sleep just to avoid whatever they thought happened to the first one. 

Genius I tell you.  

Halloween would have been awesome.....if it wasn't for that pesky downpour.  Seriously. 
We have more candy left than I know what to do with. 

But, we did get a block in of trick or treating, so it wasn't all bad.