Where are we going?…Crazy…Want to come?

or a heart or heck even magic shoes then I might be able to fly away from the chaos that awaits me night after night at home…….when the thought of having some wine stowed in my car in a diet pepsi bottle to drink on the way home to relax before I get there…….before the chaos of homework and baths and supper and trying to carry on a conversation with Jeff other then……Me:  “Hey, hon?

                                                                 Jeff:  “What hon?

                                                                 Me:     “um, well wait a minute, what Amanda, I am trying to talk to daddy, Matt stop terrorizing your sister, Matt I understand trust me I do but you can’t, NO Matt you can’t call your sister an idiot, yes Matt I know she is driving you apeshit, yet Matt, apeshit is a word, NO you can’t say it Matt, because Matt, it isn’t nice!! Trust me My Mattmatt, the girls drive me apeshit too!!!

                                                                     Me: “Ummm, forget it hon I dont’ remember what I wanted to talk to you about, oh you want what?  Okay, I’ll get it for you hold on, be right there with it……….Amanda and Alexandria STOP your fighting, I don’t care who started it, really I don’t, just stop, please stop!!!  I swear I am going to ground you both!!! You know what girls, don’t come get me again unless there is blood, yes Lexie I am searious, very very searious, Amanda again, I don’t care who did what, I don’t want to hear it unless there is blood and I mean a whole lot of it, or a broken bone, one that has preferated the skin, none of those simple broke in two breaks……….

                                                               Jeff:  “HON, where is ……….”

                                                               Me:   “Oh, shit! What did you want again?”

                                                               Me:  “Oh you want supper?”  Well, kiss my ass dear kiss my ass”    (really I have never said this to Mr. Crazy but I want to, trust me, I do,LOL)

So, anyway, a day in the life of chaos…..If I only had a brain……….. 

Your Liberal Breed: New Left Hipster

You are a New Left Hipster, also known as a MoveOn.org liberal, a Netroots activist, or a Daily Show fanatic. You believe that if we really want to defend American values, conservatives must be exposed, mocked, and assailed for every fanatical, puritanical, warmongering, Constitution-shredding ideal for which they stand

still for sale!!!!!!!

ps..will update about the life of the crazies when the crazies slow down for a moment…soon folks, soon!!

Description of said items below:

One brown haired with intense red highlights, green/hazel eyes.  One dirty brown/blonde haired, dark dark brown eye, both have achieved the age of 6 with only minor cuts and bruises, one broken arm, 4 eye surgeries and about 50 ear infections between them both, but still in excellent condition. Have very polite manners when not in the presence of parents, both are well behaved children, again, when not in the presence of said parents, both incredibly loving and giving, again, when not in the presence of parents. Sharing is NOT a problem except in the presence of those damn parents.

Warning…..wishy/washy, extreme tantrums, will hit when needed, will pull on cloths, will scratch, dig and bite when provoked, again this only happens in the presence of those damn parents…..

Best offer and NO returns………

Why Older Chicks Rule

…by Andy Rooney from CBS “60 Minutes”.

This is for all you girls 40 years and over…. And for those who are turning 40, and for those who are scared of moving into their 50’s…AND 60’s… And for guys who are scared of girls over 40!!!!

Andy Rooney says: As I grow in age, I value women who are over 40 most of all. Here are just a few reasons why:

A woman over 40 will never wake you in the middle of the night to ask, “What are you thinking?” She doesn’t care what you think.

If a woman over 40 doesn’t want to watch the game, she doesn’t sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do. And, it’s usually something more interesting.

A woman over 40 knows herself well enough to be assured in who she is, what she is, what she wants and from whom. Few women past the age of 40 give a hoot what you might think about her or what she’s doing.

Women over 40 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if you deserve it, they won’t hesitate to shoot you, if they think they can get away with it.

Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it’s like to be unappreciated. A woman over 40 has the self-assurance to introduce you to her women friends. A younger woman with a man will often ignore even her best friend because she doesn’t trust the guy with other women. Women over 40 couldn’t care less if you’re attracted to her friends because she knows her friends won’t betray her.

Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a woman over 40. They always know.

A woman over 40 looks good wearing bright red lipstick. This is not true of younger women. Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 40 is far sexier than her younger counterpart.

Older women are forthright and honest. They’ll tell you right off if you are acting like a jerk! You don’t ever have to wonder where you stand with her.

Yes, we praise women over 40 for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately, it’s not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coifed hot woman of 40, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year-old waitress.

Ladies, I apologize.

For all those men who say, “Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free”, here’s an update for you. Now 8 of 10 women are against marriage - why? Because women realize it’s not worth buying an entire pig, just to get a little sausage.

This came from:

http://fruitsaladfamily.wordpress.com/2008/09/02/labor-day-meme/#comment-4607

Why I can’t get my links right I don’t know!! ergggg…

How long were you in labor??      How many days do you have, my water broke on Wednesday August 14th @ 34 weeks, and I had Lexie on Saturday August 17 @ 1:06PM.

How did you know you were in labor??  I didn’t, my water broke, I wasn’t even sure it was my water I thought I had a BAD bladder problem starting.

Where did you deliver?? Hospital

Drugs??  All the pain relievers they could give me, then my Dr talked me INTO an epidural, which resulted in me getting spinal headaches for a week, plus two blood patch’s and 3 trips to the chiropractor, who by the way did what NO other Dr. could do, got rid of my headaches!!

C-Section???  No thank god, it was thought about, but I preserved!!

Who delivered??  OH, boy, how many Dr’s can a gal get??  Technically the resident on duty it was her first birth, my Dr was right there along with a pediatrician because I was six weeks early, along with neonatal Dr’s in case something was amiss and oh enough nurse’s to have a baseball team!!!

That last post I just put up sucks!!  It wouldn’t let me center, it wouldn’t let me put the pictures the way I want them, it wouldn’t let me, it wouldn’t!!! Kind of like my day is going right now!!! Oh and by the way a startling revelation…..I am fucken tired!!! My neck is stiff, my back hurt, and my hip is killing me and well lets talk about my wrist shall we?  Actually lets not!!

I have been awake since 4am, want to know why?  I know you do, you do, don’t you!!! Well I shall tell you then…….

Fucken Stress Man!!!  Lexie’s pool party is on Saturday, now mind you we are supposed to get the remnints of a hurricane off the gulf coast, the pool is NOT clearing up like it should and I have NO FUCKEN money to do this party….plus I still don’t know who is gonna come and who isn’t!! Oh Friends, friends of mine, RSVP?????  A text will do, an email will do, hell even a drunken phone call in the middle of the night to tell me you are coming will do….NO, I am not crawling out of my nice warm bed to come get you out of jail, NO, NO, NO!!!!  But thank you for using your one free phone call to let me know you are coming if you get out of jail…..now where was I?  OH yes, fucken flippen out!!!!!!

So I shall leave you for the day as I am about to, to, to what Tania, what are you gonna do?  See, I am so stressed I can’t even think of what I could do to unstress me……oh wait, there is?  there is a big bottle of wine at home? really? and it is calling my name? NO WAY!!

Ya, Okay, see you there…….

First Day of School 2008  (I have typed 2009 twice now, whats up with that?)

    The Triplets in all their glory, oh an new cloths!!!                                           

Want to know where the title of my blog came from?  Well even if you don’t I am gonna tell ya!!  My Mother!!!  I will never say you didn’t give me anything mum!!!

She used to say this to us all the time when we would ask “Mum, where are we going”, she would always always always reply “CRAZY, want to come?” So when I named my blog that saying popped into my head, and how appropriate it is!!

So THANK YOU mum!!!!!!!!!!

The Scene– 

Two adults laying in bed, quietly sleeping like babies
One fan in window blowing on said adults laying in bed quietly sleeping like babies
One LOUD crash to the floor
One of the said adults laying in bed with fan blowing on her (not at that moment)sleeping like a baby sits up and screams
One of the other adults takes his hands and covers her head
The adult with hands covering her head says to the man covering her head, hell that scared me
The man with his hands covering her head says it scared the shit out of me too
Says the woman with the hands covering her head, hey babe thanks for covering my head
Says the man to the woman well I was just hoping that the burgelers would hit me in the head and not you.

This is LOVE folks, this is love!!!