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I don’t have anything in particular to write about today so I’ll bore you with my thoughts and newsworthy tidbits.

Financial problems with my kid’s school is weighing heavy on my mind. Three of them attend a private catholic school. It’s a very small school with approximately 280 students. In my opinion it is our area’s best kept secret. The preschool is Montessori and the teachers are amazing. Class sizes are small. My oldest is moving up grades with a class of 13-14 students; seven boys and seven girls. The girls are very close and this has been such a blessing for her because she has Tourette’s Syndrome. They knew her before she developed her tics so they are more accepting of her quirkiness. I have had to deal with a bully issue but it worked out okay and it’s been a learning lesson for all of us. I’m worried because our enrollment has been down over the last five years and our 40 year old school is having financial trouble. We are not affiliated with a parish and the Sisters that sponsor us have sent a letter that some big decisions need to be made about the future of our school. The rumors are flying that the school is closing and I’m praying that they are just that; rumors. I don’t know what we’ll do if the school closes. Most of the parish school’s around here are over crowded and there are waiting lists. We won’t do public because my oldest also has trouble with auditory processing but not enough to be considered learning disabled which means she wouldn’t get the special school assistance that she needs. I’m afraid she would get lost in the large class sizes. Plus religion in school is very important to us and I love uniforms. So far my daughters are clueless about name brands and I want to keep it that way for as long as I can which is why I was very pleased to read this. Homeschooling is not an option for me either because we nearly kill each other doing homework. I can’t imagine trying to teach her several hours a day. This slacker mom needs the break. All I can do is pray and ask that if you are the praying type please sneak the continuation of our school in your prayers.

Some little tidbits I read this morning:

Some lower than dirt human beings are exploiting the wife of deceased Crocodile Hunter Steve Irwin with a “Nigerian e-mail scam.” You can read about it here. I wish the worst karma on these people.

Teach your kids to not to torment other kids because they may come back and kill you when you’re adults. An ex-nurse has been charged with the murder of a former classmate, who died five years ago following a mini face-lift at the clinic where the ex-nurse was working at the time. Go here to read more.

There is and up and coming exponential link-swapping, site exploding system called eXlinks. You can sign up for it here.

This is definitely not a topic I’ve ever given much thought. In fact I push hubby away if he gets a little overzealous with my breasts during foreplay out of fear that my milk will let down. I would be completely creeped out if he wanted nurse. I never imagined there are adults who breastfeed. I know there’s jokes about grown men still nursing from mom

but couples? Husband and wives? Well folks there seems to be enough adults who have a fetish for breastfeeding to form a Yahoo group. Some even claim to breastfeed to improve their allergies or keep them from getting sick. I find this disturbing and it actually pisses me off because this doesn’t help us breastfeeding moms defend our position in the Breastfeeding War. I’m appalled that there are adults taking the natural act of breastfeeding A BABY and turning it into something sexual. Allergies my ass! There are prescription and over the counter drugs for that. Why can’t these people keep this perverted fetish behind closed doors? I’m usually a very open minded person but my mind is closed on this one. There is nothing normal about breastfeeding a grown man who can pour his own glass of milk.

I have got to share the funniest post that I’ve read in a long time. So funny that I nominated it for the ROFL Award that is co-organized by Mommy off the Record and Izzy Mom. So head over to Jennyology and read How to Raise Your Fourth Child:A Guide to Realistic Parenting for This Day and Age. Go the bathroom first so you don’t piss your pants.

I have downloaded the coolest calendar thingy from Cozi Central. My hubby travels and with three of our kids in activities we often run into scheduling conflicts. The calendar is great because hubby can access it from work so he can check our schedule before making travel plans. I can type up my shopping list and the calendar can also be accessed with my cell phone which is great for when I get to the store and realize my grocery list is on the counter. It has a neat little picture collage screensaver with the time in big numbers which is great because I need a clock in that corner of the kitchen. The best thing is it’s free. Hopefully this calendar will get my slacker ass organized.

As I mentioned yesterday today is my 36th birthday and I’m in a funk. It doesn’t help that I’m tired too. I went to bed around 11:20 but didn’t fall asleep until after midnight. I was wired from the striptease fitness class that I’m taking which I highly recommend. A really fun way to exercise. Takes me back to my clubbing days except I’m sober and dressed in shorts and a tee shirt. I feel like the sexy skinny girl I used to be as long as I don’t look in the mirror. I watched Nip/Tuck when I got home and between it’s disturbing content and being wired from exercise I couldn’t fall asleep. Marigrace was up at 6am and by 6:20 all four of my rugrats were in bed with me. Hubby saved me or so I thought around 6:40 by taking everyone in the kitchen. I got comfy in my covers thinking I could sleep 20 more minutes when hubby and kids come in singing “Happy Birthday”. I know, very sweet but I felt annoyed. My hubby has a terrible habit of waking me up in the morning to ask me dumb questions like where one of the kids shoes are rather than just looking for them. I find it quite rude. I don’t wake him at 9pm when he’s sleeping in his chair to ask dumb questions or even important questions. The kids were handing me my cards and between trying to open my eyes in the bright light and not having my contacts in I was having a hard time reading them.

Hubby sarcastically says,”Come on kids mommy doesn’t want to open your cards now.”

What a jerk! So I read them to the best of my ability and thanked them all. Hubby took them back to the kitchen and I cried. What a shitty way to start the day. I get up to Connor having a tantrum because Hubby for once decides to exert some parental control and won’t let Connor have popcorn for breakfast then he gets in the shower and leaves me to deal with the tantrum. Guess what? I gave in and made him popcorn. Normally I back up Hubby because I know how important it is for us to be on the same page but I was too pissed to care. How is popcorn any worse than a Pop tart? At least it has fiber. Hubby called later to see how my day was going and I told him that he hurt my feelings when he made his sarcastic comment this morning. He says his feelings were hurt that I didn’t want to open their cards and that they were excited to sing me “Happy Birthday”. I cried again. Maybe I’m being too sensitive. I don’t know. It just would have been nice to sleep another 20 minutes besides the kids didn’t even remember it was my birthday until Hubby reminded them.

I did have breakfast with a friend which was nice but once that was over my funk returned. Maybe I’m having a harder time with getting older than I thought I would. It’s not the number that I have trouble with because I wouldn’t go back to my twenties even if you paid me to. They were fun but I’m so much more wiser and comfortable with the person I am than I was then. It’s the looking older part that I’m struggling with. I must admit that I’m vain. I wish it weren’t true. It seems so shallow. I hate that I’m 15 pounds over my ideal weight, I hate that I have fat where I’ve never had it before, I hate the crease I get on my face after sleeping, and I hate that my skin is rough and bumpy in places. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to stay looking young. Well maybe not a face lift but I’m not opposed to Botox. I have plans to get a tummy tuck to fix the mess of a belly that four c-sections have left me with and I’ll get boobs to re-inflate mine if I can talk hubby into spending the money. I hate that looking young and fit is so important to me but it is a sad reality that I know I share with other women. I blame it on our society that puts so much emphasis on being thin, young, and beautiful. I do my best to not pass my vanity onto my daughters but I’m sure they are learning plenty from my non-verbal cues but that’s a whole other soapbox that I’ll save for another post.

I’m also feeling funky because I’m once again estranged from my parents after four years of us pretending to get along. You would think I would be used to it but I still feel sad. I can’t help feeling sorry for my mom. I’m sure that 36 years ago she never imagined that she wouldn’t be having a relationship with me. I just can’t imagine not having a relationship with my children which just makes me angry at her for what a shitty mother she was and that she doesn’t “get” her part in our estrangement.

Isn’t amazing how one day you feel great and that life is good and the next you feel the opposite? Hopefully some sleep will help me shake my funk. Thanks for reading my misery. It feels good to vent.

I went to a CAbi party over the weekend. I was a little skeptical at first because usually anything sold at a home party is expensive. I really didn’t want to waste money on clothes for my fat ass which I can prove with the butt challenge I took on over at Oh, The Joys. Not to mention that I’m the type who would think I can’t lose the extra 15 pounds I’m carrying because I won’t be able to wear those $89 jeans. I went for the appetizers, wine, and female camaraderie. I’ll just buy something inexpensive like a belt I thought. Wrong! The belt I liked was $88! To my surprise I actually really liked the clothes, trendy but sophisticated and cut to fit women with curves. Not like the shit at the mall that are made for skinny bitches or size 10 women built like boys. I have curves. My waist is small, wide hips, too much junk in the trunk, and plump thighs. Most women that wear the same size that I do are built like me so why is it every pair of pants or jeans I try on are way too big in the waist and snug in the butt and thighs? The CAbi pants fit me so well that I actually bought a size smaller. The designer Carol Anderson is a smart gal. She has figured out that if she generously cuts her clothes so women fit in a smaller size then they will happily write a check for her $89 pants. I did. I bought chocolate brown cargo pants that the consultant called “butt pants” because they make your butt look smaller. My butt definitely looked smaller although I think there may have been some mirror trickery. There were those skinny Walmart mirrors around the room against the wall at an angle.

I also bought the “boob sweater” that makes your boobs look a cup size bigger and a gorgeous tapestry coat. I ended up spending over $300 but well worth it for clothes that make me look and feel good. A little early birthday present since I’m turning thirty-six tomorrow.

Avannabel Baby has started a monthly photo contest. Last month’s winner won a Screaming Beauty headband.

This month’s prize is a blanket from the Blankee Company. This blanket retails for $109 so get snapping. Browse around the store too. They have great stuff for mom and baby like Diapees & Wipees

They also carry the trendy 2 Red Hens diaper bags, darling birthday hats, monogrammed birthday dresses,children’s decor and gifts. They just got in tooth fairy pillows that are to-die-for.

Customer service is excellent and every purchase is gift wrapped. I’m not just saying this because she’s my sister. Her store ROCKS!

Go visit my very first renter Forward-And-Share. Lots of information on how to promote your blog, blogger hacks, quizzes and other funny stuff. So go visit or you’ll get a spanking!

What is going on in and around my state? Fetus removals and kidnappings must be contagious. First we had the story about Shannon Torrez abducting Abigale Woods and attacking the baby’s mother with a knife. Luckily that situation had a good outcome. Today’s story is much more disturbing and gruesome. A 22 year old woman has been found slain and her unborn baby taken from the womb. The woman was only about seven months pregnant. If that isn’t bad enough the children of this woman are missing. The suspect claimed the baby was her own and took it to the hospital after it died. This isn’t the first baby cutting incident we’ve had around here. December of 2004 a woman was found strangled and her baby cut out of her womb by a psycho mommy-wanna-be.

What’s wrong with the husbands and boyfriends of these psychos? Do they really believe their wife or girlfriend is pregnant? I just don’t get it. You can read an article about this here.

Had enough? Because there’s more. A SARAA alert has been issued for a little boy and his mother who have been kidnapped by the psycho father. A plane crashed this morning in Branson and killed the pilot and there’s been a fatal car accident on the highway. The good news is a man has been arrested for a carjacking this morning.

I’m now sufficiently depressed. I’m going to go lie down.

My husband and I love to dance. Every now and then we get put on our grooviest clothes and hit the town. Recently we went dancing at a fancy hotel. We got our freak on in the elevator because a great song was playing. How often do you hear a great dance song in an elevator? We were caught on the surveillance camera and the hotel sent me the clip. You can watch it here. Little slow to load but worth the wait.

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