feeling loved

except not really. having a really crappy week. i'm feeling ignored and taken for granted. woo hoo.

Poop

It's amazing how much of my life is centered aroung poo; looking at, analyzing, looking at, thinking about. "Is that normal?" "What is that?" "Why is it that color?" "When was their last one?"
I never would have thought that I'd spend this much time on poop. Actually, a lot of sentences start that way for me. In high school I never thought that I'd get married or have kids. As I got older I never thought that I'd have quit college. Then I never thought that I'd be a stay-at-home mom. Never thought that I'd live in Monticello. Never thought that I'd love being a stay-at-home mom. It's odd how things turn out.

cakes

Here are the frog cake and Max cake. Probably the only two that will ever be on here. Misty (my s-i-l) says that she has pictures of the guitar but I've never seen them, any pictures of the Hello Kitty cake are unfortunatly lost (it's the only one that turned out well) and I only have a bit of video of the star cake. So this is all you're getting.

Cake

I don't know why I do this to myself. Every birthday that rolls around I think that I can make some beautiful, sculpted cake for the birthday child. It never turns out how I want. I made a "Hello Kitty" for Railly one year, it looked good, since then I've mangled a frog, guitar, "Max" (from "Max & Ruby" the cartoon) and now a "red star with koka-dots" (polka dots). Pictures to follow (Maybe. And none of the guitar. None exist that I know of. It looked phallic.) Franklyn will get up tomorrow and tell me that it looks fine but, believe me, it doesn't. No more sculpted cakes. Ever.

Random Thoughts

~ Whenever I need a good laugh I go in the laundry room and look at the "small load" setting on the washing machine.

~ I'm seriously considering cleaning our light switches with q-tips (I did the interior of my car once, I don't think the switches would take as long).

~ I often wonder why my kids can't figure out how to put their clothes in the hamper but it takes them less than a day to figure out how to open the "child-proof" baby gate. I think Evenflow should hire my kids to test their products.

First Post

So, I've never done anything like this before and I don't really know what I have to talk about (except my kids, which is why it's "Mama Mary") but I though I'd give it a try and see where it went.
For those who don't know me (though, who is going to read this that doesn't know me? For that matter, who is going to read this that does know me?) I have three bio-kids and one stepdaughter; Railly, 9 (step), Isabelle, 4, Rikku, 2, and Lucian, 1. I don't think of Railly as my stepdaughter so if I call her my daughter forgive me. They're all "good kids". To other people. To me they're crazy, bossy, nut balls! I'm a stay-at-home mom so I'm with them 24/7. Literally. I have no life beyond them. I'm working on that and maybe that's what I'll write about. We'll see. But for now, I just heard Isabelle whisper to Rikku to open the fridge so I have to go. More later.