Say Cheese

 Since the day Cameron arrived in this world it seems that every person he comes in contact with says the same thing. "He looks like such a little man", or "he is the perfect mix of you and Israel, half and half" I used to agree with the little man thing, he never really looked like a baby, and if you heard the way he talks he is very mature for his age. We never talked baby talk in fact I talked and talked and talked to him. Yes, I was that crazy lady in the grocery aisle asking her three month old if I had cheese at home and what kind of ice cream should we get. I find myself today still asking Cam things while shopping but now he answers back. So the other night, yet again thyroid acting up I couldn't sleep so I started going through some old photos and found a few of me when I was about or a little older than Cameron. And sure enough not only does he have my smart mouth but he has my smile. I see him all in me. Especially when the other night after watching a movie with him in his room I got up to go to bed and he said,  "mama, no no you forgot to put up the sleeping bag. Put it where it belongs mama." I smiled such a proud mama smile and rolled up the bag putting it back where I got it. Ahhhhhh he will make someone a good husband one day. Now I need to get his dada on board. Just don't think that will be happening any time soon.

 

Que the music

"schoooolllls out for......." Oh wait, cut music. Schools out for now. I've got summer school starting June 1st.
Finally I'm done with what seemed like the longest semester ever. I don't think I've ever had more work even in my core classes. And it just seemed to drag on and on and I came down with every illness imaginable. How many times can I e person have strep? And the only way I knew it was strep was the awful everlasting headache which I seem to get everyday now that Cameron has learned to sing and relized that the microphone on his keyboard does in fact really work. Thanks Santa.
Butim glad it's over only to start summer school which is quick and painful. In the fall I will be field basing which signals that I will soon be tossed out into the real world to fight off raging parents and administrators all on my own. "giggles" I'm so excited but for now mamas on vacation !!!!
Which in reality just means mama has time to cook instead of ordering out and mama has time to wash dishes by hand instead of loading up the dishwasher. "cheers!"
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Who's there?

So when we purchased our new home we went all out being that we were moving from a crazy ghetto like street in the bluff we equipted it with a state if the art alarm system. Which included a door chime going off everytime a window or door opened. Loved it as it eased my fears of Cam running outside in the middle if the night only to lay in the snow and fall asleep while freezing to death. Ok I read that once and I know we don't have snow but I still freaked about it. So being here for half a year the chimes have come in handy and also annoyed the he'll out if me.
So I woke up this morning still tired eyes glued tired from late night eye boogies and I'm just about to reach for the tooth paste when I hear a chime. I wait and listen thinking hubby came home forgetting something. But nothing. I grew scared and grabbed the nearest thing my chi and spent a good thirty mintues tip toeing around every corner ready to beat the intruder to death by chi. Pink chi ofcourse. I couldn't find anyone and right as I was beginning to think I was hallucinating as bad as House I caught a slightly cracked backed door the door knob was jammed keeping the door opened and Bella was pushing it open with her paw. I'm sure she sat there peaking at me sneaking around the house half naked with my weapon of choice and laughed her chihuahua ass off.
I still keep looking under the bed just in case.

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Mothers Day 2009

Some how my husband who seems to be louder than a raging Mac truck every morning sneaked out of bed and off to the store with my little man and surprised me with breakfast and presents in bed. I think thats what happened, I was half asleep and no contacts in eyes when Cam came running and leaping into bed with a bag and started ripping things out of it and left in a huff. So then after breakfast we headed out on the boat for a relaxing day of fishing. It was nice and only a little windy not like the days in the past where hurricane force winds made for a cold cloudy fishing day. My first catch was quickly answered by a hard tug. I thought this was such a prequel for how the day was going to be. Until that is when I reeled in a huge black hard head. I don't think I had ever seen such an ugly fish. And yes that was how the day was. Israel had on his fishing game face and well Cam and I knew better to stay out of the way. Cameron spent the day asking for every ounce of food we had on the boat and anything else he could do to get my attention.   We did however towards the end of the day spot several schools of black drum and we chased them down and was able to reel in three. All in all it was a nice day, but next year mama wants a gift certificate to the spa and scheduled after a long sleep in. 

Pier fishing

Even though I fought the urge to tie my son to the chair to keep from falling off the mile high pier it was a successful trip. Cameron hit his usual 7 clock silly hyper faze and jumped up and down for every event. He actally was quite happy a little too happy as I thought he might flop in the water below. Two hours and a limit of Red Fish later we were headed home and Cameron wants to go out on the boat this weekend. It's so great actually hearing ask to go fishing. Makes mama and dada who are avid fishers very happy. Fishing Family!



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on another note

ok I just realized we were talking about my husband, a man. Men don't notice anything unless its right in front of their face waving a huge flag saying" here I am here I am" and still if its not dressed in a beer label it will get over looked. . So I bought the right ice cream sat it in the freezer right along with the full only one scoop eaten out of it, Blue Bell and I had a huge bowl of Dryers Rocky Road. He will never notice. Or God will again make a note to point out how almighty he is and his sense of humor by calling me a lier and the Hub will ask why I bought more ice cream when there's a perfectly full tub in there an I will be forced to tell him ho I hate Blue Bell and he will get that look. Ya know the I feel like shit and Im never going to do you a favor again look. And I will ........be forced to eat more Rocky Road. Ya Me!!!!!

Chilly

I ran out of ice cream, not just any ice cream but Rocky Road. I have been begging hubby to pick some up on the way home and so today he walks in with a giant tub of Blue Bell Rocky Road. Now me being the greatful wife that I am, smiled and thanked him and made me a small cup of the iced cow. BUT I must say.... theres is a big difference between Blue Bell and Dryers Slow Churn oh you make my mouth melt Rocky Road. So now theres a huge tub of ice cream taking way too much room in my freezer. What to do What to do. I could wait for a few days and toss it. But see theres where the problem lies. I feel terribly guilty. Any other suggestions on what to do with the half gallon gloop?

Meet George Jetson......Jane his wife

ok Im still waiting for the instant push the button while you move along a moving walkway, that dresses you and puts on your make up. Whats even more important is I'm waiting for the instant meal thingy. I am here debating what if to make for dinner. Everyone wants something different. If I had that magic microwave I could simply push the button and wala. Seriously, Mr President I think we can safely assume that we should be pouring billions of dollars into this futurific invention that would make everyones life a whole lot easier and not to mention I would never have to worry about someone sticking my fast food up there nose while they prepare it. 

Welcome

Hi and welcome to my life. I have alot to say and sometimes nothing to say but I still ramble. Since my husband is advancing in his career and is surrounded by bitching women all day, he no longer has the time to devote to my inquiries. I am a talker by heart so I must get it out. So hold on and get ready and remember, take it all with a grain of salt. Life's too short.