Oh boy!

Mother's Day was awesome. I love Mother's Day, I think it's my new favorite holiday. I slept in till 8:30-8:45 and the boys had made me a banner, and they gave me my gifts in bed (flowers, cards, a gift certificate to the spa... this is what Tim gets me for every single holiday) then, I went into the kitchen because Tim said he made coffee... but there was no coffee. Bceause my coffee pot broke. I don't know how or what the hell happened, it was fine on Saturday, then yesterday, it just wouldn't brew. It was turned on, according to the little green light, but it wasn't doing anything. We made 3 trips to Dunkin Donuts and 1 to Starbucks but now it's Monday, and I can't very well be dragging little kids around town just to fulfill my caffine addiction. So. I'm using a coffee press. A fucking coffee press. It makes 2 cups of coffee TOPS (if you use a big mug) and it doesn't keep it warm at ALL. It's bullshit.

I have to go get a new coffee maker. Tonight. I can't live another day like this.

Anyway, we met the in-laws for breakfast for Mom's Day, Tim's brother and his family were there, it was okay. Then we went to the Wildflower Preserve at Bowman's Hill, which was so nice and relaxing, we had lunch there and when we came home, both boys napped and woke up in fantabulous moods before we headed over to my parents for dinner.

And then, last night, Tim even watched The Sound of Music with me. And he let me sing at the top of my lungs without making any rude comments about how I should be in show-biz. Yesterday was a great day.

Tim does good on holidays. He doesn't always do so good on regular days. Maybe that's only because there's a lot more regular days?

Things You Should Know About Me

You should know that the last birthday I celebrated was my thirtieth. Admittedly, as the months crept closer and closer to B-Day, I was completely, totally, absolutely, certifiably terrified because OMG, 30 is all old and shit. But. If I'm being honest here, I'm really, really, really, truly, madly, deeply loving 30 thus far.

See, here's the thing... the thing is that I know who I am now. That's the thing. Like, I really k-n-o-w and accept who I am, and more importantly, I like who I am. There's always room for improvement, of course, hence Jillian Michaels coming into my life, but, I'm happy 93% of the time, and I'm content 100% of the time. Okay, maybe 99% of the time, but 99 is still a real good number.

I do worry that I'm no longer allowed to think that John Travolta looked good in Grease? High school student? Yes or no?

As I may mention them from time to time, you should note that I am married with two children. I met my husband, Tim, during our senior year of high school and seven short years later, he proposed. We married in 2004; we'll be celebrating our 5th wedding anniversary this May. As adorable as that might sound (and as adorable as it sometimes is) we have our marital troubles just like everyone else, but we're still on twelve years strong now. We got pregnant with our first child, a son, just six months after our wedding. Nathan arrived in the summer of 2005, and his brother, Matthew, followed in the summer of 2007. Two cats and a dog complete our little family.

I make up new words, you should know. Well, I don't so much create new words, I more or less combine existing words (synonyms, mostly) to form new words (primarily adjectives). It's so easy and fun! And, beware: they can be catchy.

I LOVE mini's. Like, the miniature version of just about anything --- toiletries, notebooks, candies, juices, spoons, cups, cards, literally anything that is a smaller version of the real thing. The exception here would be diamonds. And um, well... you know. And if you don't know, bless your innocent little heart.

I love music. Classic Rock, Alternative, Blues, Jazz, 80s hair bands. Country. We have music on at our house all.day.long. I prefer music to TV as background noise. I have dinner music, workout music, cleaning music, rainy day music and summertime music... I just love music.

Having said that, you should assume that if it's new, current or "now", I do not know about it. This applies to music, movies, books, fashion... pretty much anything aside from Reality TV. The awesome part? I don't give a tiny rat's ass. I don’t care if I’m “cool”. Because I’m 30 now. And I am sooooo cool.