Bitchin’ House Manager

Housewife? Forget it honey, more like house manager, we get stuff done these days, look hot, and have fun doing it!

Amazon - Heidi Klum For New Balance - Womens Sheer Back Track Jacket

Amazon - Heidi Klum for New Balance - Womens PDR Pant With Zippers

 Not desperate but strong! And usually very busy!

Amazon - Baby K'tan Baby Carrier - Hello Kitty Optical Mouse: Bling Pink

Target – Chefmate Purple 4pc Cookware Set

Elizabeth's Embellishments - Fruit Punch File Folders

To Do List:

Dunk This, Too (Yummy Biscotti recipe)

Dirty Laundry (the title says it all)

A Day In My Life (boys have problems too)

Remodeling and Making Christmas!! (single girls can run a household too)

Handcuffs Or Housework?

Prison Versus Housewives

In prison, you get three square meals a day.

At home, you cook three square meals a day and try to get your kids to eat it.

In prison, you get an hour each day in the yard to exercise and mingle.

At home you get to clean the yard up so you can mow it so your kids can spread more toys all over it so that you can go out and clean it again because little Jr. can’t sleep without his latest lego creation.

In prison, you get to watch TV, cable even.

At home, you get to listen to your children fight over the remote control and get treated to hours and hours of mindless cartoons thanks to cable.

In prison, you can read whatever you want and attend college for free.

At home, you get to read weekly readers starring Dick, Jane, and Spot and worry about how to send Jr. to college and still be able to eat for the next twenty years.

In prison, all your medical care is free.

At home, you have to pawn your mother’s silver and fill out trillions of papers for insurance and hope the doctor will see you before you die.

In prison, if you have visitors, all you do is go to a room, sit, talk and then say good-bye when you are ready or your time is up.

At home, you get to clean for days in advance and then cook and clean up after your guests and hope that they will one day leave.

In prison, you can spend your free time writing letters or just hang out in your own space all day.

At home, you get to clean your space and everyone else’s space, too, and what the heck is free time again?

In prison, you get your own personal toilet.

At home, you have to physically hold the bathroom door shut in order to keep from having someone standing over you demanding to know how long till you’re done so you can do something for them.

In prison, the prison laundry takes care of all your dirty clothes.

At home, you get to take care of them yourself, plus everybody else’s, and get yelled at because somebody’s favorite shirt isn’t clean.

In prison, they take you everywhere you need to go.

At home, you take everybody else where they need to go.

In prison, the guards transport all your personal effects for you and make sure nothing is missing.

At home, you have to lug around everybody else’s stuff in your purse and then wonder who went in it and took your last dollar.

In prison, there are no screaming or whining children or spouses asking you to do something else for them, or screaming at you because you didn’t.

At home….stop me when I get to the downside of jail, will ya?

Joke courtesy of Aha! Jokes

Lock Me Up Just Don’t Throw Away The Keys

Inflatable Handcuffs (cause I’m allergic to metal) (Costume)

Bad Girls: Why Men Love Them & How Good Girls Can Learn Their Secrets (pop-off son!) (Book)

James Blunt – Some Kind of Trouble (soundtrack to being bad) (Music)

Day 103 – Bad Girl Java (f cked up girls need a sidekick i.e. super cute puppies that you can take super cute pictures of every day) (Blog)

Oh Ya!

I’m supposed to be on a diet right? Don’t think I ate that good the last couple of days…i.e. muffins with butter, pasta with velveta cheese plus a handful of regular cheese, anyone know how many points malt liquor is? Yeah, I like some old e on occasion.

Read Leslie’s last post (32 to Thin) and here is my version…

The last time I felt good physically was a year and a half ago…

I'm on the left...see my face skinny...

Than I got pregnant

That was scary!

 Than the stork dropped off my bundle of joy.

I had the baby but kept the fat =/

My hubby is super awesome and loves the way I look. And that’s great but above it all I don’t feel good. I can be a pretty vain person. Nothing more I love than getting a great compliment. I think one must take care of themselves physically so that the whole person can be good. I mean if your overweight and tired it can block progress of other things. By the way my church has an awesome thing going on about losing weight right now…check out the Daniel Plan. (I should probably check it out too, haha <– one must heed their own advice, right?)

Getting out of a rut is very important. I think I have been doing a pretty good thing of that lately…can I get stuck in the out of a rut rut? Ha!

Have a good day and eat a carrot instead of a cracker =D

It’s All About Numbers Baby

So  I came up with a super easy way to keep track of the date of the baby food I make. I was writing what it was and the date on each little jar on a clear piece of tape. But that was getting annoying. Since I am the one that makes the food and the only one that feeds her I already know whats in them so no need to label that. Then I remembered my son has some number stickers – genius! 1 – 7 that is simple enough!