I can be thankful before Thanksgiving, right?

  Well good MORNING blogger world! How are you on this fabulous Thursday morning?! I am obviously doing better than most, what with my upbeat and bippity (what does that even MEAN AMANDA!?!?!) mood. Really my upbeat mood is totally coffee/doughnut induced thanks to the man meat I call my absolutely wonderful husband. Today I feel the need to vent, but what else is new? I feel like such a child lately with how much I let little things just ruin my day or how much I let the petty things people do affect me. It wasn't until recently that I was like this and I 100% blame it on being a mom (always finding the best in people and giving them the benefit of the doubt) and my boy scout husband that seems to act as my conscience (I guess normal people have those! and tear ducts? normal people are wack yo.) All too often it seems like I take more time out of my day to bitch about so-and-so and what they're doing to make my life a little less perfect and not enough time to be thankful for every single thing that I DO have in my life. I have a husband, that I love and adore beyond words. A husband who is my very best friend and I can tell any and everything to with absolutely no judgement passed at all. I have, in my eyes of course, the two most beautiful children that have ever walked (or crawled in Emmy's case) this earth. I have a dog... he's just a dog, but he's MY dog, my puppy boy as I so lovingly call him. I have a house, I might not own this house, but this is MY house that I put a lot of effort and hard work into every single day to make it a home. I have a job that I love and adore. I'm trusted to all but raise another person's child every single day and I take pride in doing that and knowing that I'm doing that well. I have the opportunity to turn my hobby of bow making and crafting into something more and I can share that with the world. I put A LOT of effort into everything I do and I think that is how it should be, that's how it will always be with me. I don't know how to half ass something thanks to my mom, I guess it didn't go in one ear and out the other eh?

  I don't want it to seem like I'm "bragging" because I'm not. I just had one of those days yesterday where I let something so petty and so minimal in the grand scheme of things overcome me and upset me and that NEVER should have been the case. I did however see yesterday who my real friends are. I saw who would be there for me and listen to me bitch about my pointless drama and I will say I was surprised, but not really. I just wish that the friends that are really "friends" did something to set them a part so it wasn't so hard to see who is really a two face back stabbing bi-atch of a person... you know like... they could do that coin flippy thing with a double sided coin like Two Face from Batman or... you know... they could just have two faces like him, but really that'd be kind of gross so I take that back. THAT is not the point of THIS post though. I'm thankful. I am thankful for everything and everyone I have in my life. I am thankful for the people that have been there for me through everything. I am thankful for those that have showed me who they really are through childish and petty actions. I truly am very thankful today for everything, the good AND the bad in my life.

  That being said, since I'm so thankful can I celebrate thanksgiving and eat my way into a coma tonight!?! It is Thursday you know : ) Aside from the petty nonsensical drama that I've had going on lately, which even isn't that much , I've just been kicking it with my little ladies. Emmy is getting so ridiculously big it breaks my heart haha She's actually eating food now, which is the best news my tits have heard in a  while, because those things are sore and tired. Har de har har. She's saying, "no." and "bye bye" and if you even mention Winston's name she goes on a mad hunt for that poor animal only to pull his hair and yell (happily of course) into his poor puppy ears, but he loves it and just lays there like a good boy and takes it gladly. It's gonna be a sad day when that pup boy passes away for my girls. I just envision the scene from Marley and Me and it makes me want to cry, too bad I DONT HAVE TEAR DUCTS! KAZOW!.... I'm sorry.... I'll never "kazow" you again, I don't know where that came from. My apologies. In July Lily starts T-ball, which i sincerely hope goes much much better than soccer did. My dear lord I have never see a child hate a sport more. At one point during her last game she was laying facedown on the field and I swear at one point I saw her throw her baby middle fingers in the air and scream, "#YOLO!" and she laid there on the ground and yes... she said hashtag. I think she dislikes it so much, because she doesn't like other people to touch her or to be pushed and the little boys on her soccer team went HAM all day er' day.... on Saturdays really, but you get me. My fingers are crossed that she likes t-ball much more. I did take it upon myself to get Emmy a baby shirt that says Lily's biggest fan on it with a cute baseball that has pink stitching and a pink bow on it. I'm THAT mom and I love it.

  I counted it out and Bryce goes home to mother Africa in 99 days. Everything about that sentence makes me sad, except the mother africa part, I thought that was pretty clever and for whatever reason when I say it I picture my husband standing at the top of pride rock holding a young lion cub in his hands like this:

 

Only, those lions would eat him and then I'd be sad all over again, but he really does look like that... he's a looker right!? I'm just trying to mentally prepare now and part of me wants it to happen already so that it can be done and over with. Once again I am VERY thankful he's not going somewhere insane and he's going to be very safe, but I still hate everything about it. I know a few people that  thinking I'm constantly "bitching" about the deployment, but really ladies that's not what I'm bitching about at all. I'd bitch if he were leaving for a week and you know why? Because HE'S MY BEST FRIEND! Nobody wants to be away from the one they love for that long, I don't care how many deployments you've been though, if there ever comes a time where you say to yourself, "You know, you're deploying and I don't really care because I've done it before." Then something isn't right and as of right now, I am going to bitch bitch bitch bitch B I T C H about him leaving all I want to, so SUCK ON THAT! That being said, I'm thankful I have the means of bitching via the interwebz whenever I want : )

  Alright Blogger world, you have stolen enough of my time and now it's time for me to finger paint and play patty cake all day long. So I'll leave you with this. Be thankful. Be thankful that it could be much worse and even if it couldn't get any worse, you could be dead and nobody wants that. Life's not that serious. Facebook isn't THAT serious. Learn who you need and who you don't and once you cut those ties, you will feel like a million pounds was lifted off your shoulders. Then be thankful that you did. Have a super bitchin' Thursday and remember... tomorrow is... FRIDAY FRIDAY GOTTA GET DOWN ON FRIDAY!!! <3

-Amanda

oh and here's a picture of my shmemy shmoo (yes, we call her that)

that's one cute mom... i mean... baby :p

OH OH and go look at this and possibly like it if you haven't done so? I'm trying to get my "likes" up and get the word out and about so any help is appreciated : )

Itty Bitty Bowtique <3

Wordless Wednesday

I make shit.... duh.

^^ Click that and check out my "bowtique"(original I know) in the making ^^

and enjoy this

no kisses will be taken sissy.

-Amanda

p.s.

I'm awful at wordless Wednesdays :p

We're well on our way to having a "big girl"

  No matter how much I don't want to think about it, I simply cannot ignore the fact that my little baby isn't so little any more and I dislike everything about it. Two days ago Emory Mae turned a whole TEN, that's right ladies and gents (who am I kidding, only vaginas read this thing) T-E-N.... 10.... diez.... and so on and so forth, months old. It baffles me that it's been that long since she made her way out of me and then I look at her and it makes sense. She's now a pro fake cryer, a pro furniture walker, a pro big sister annoyer, a pro teeth grower (we're on number 8 now... in 3 months) and a pro at waving bye-bye, doing "SO BIG!" and clapping. Most moms are overwhelmed with joy when they see their baby doing new things or experiencing firsts, I on the other hand dislike it. Not a lot, just a little and only because I still feel like she is my little baby or she should be at least. I don't know if she still seems so little to me, because I have Lily pops to compare her to or what, but to me she's still my teeny tiny 8 pound 1 ounce baby.

When E Money was 3 days old.

  As I watch her try and fake cry her way out of baby jail, I can't help but feel my heart cringe a little. My girls are going to grow up and I can't stop it. I can't stop them from going to school, well really I could, but I'm a lazy creature. I can't stop them from being bullied. I can't stop them from being the victim of mean horrible wretched girls. I can't stop them from falling in love with the wrong person. I can't stop their precious hearts from being broken into a million pieces by said douche bucket. I can't stop any of it. So what do I do? I embrace it, but not in the way that those creepy "younger" moms do where they borrow their daughters clothes and pretend to be their best friend, because of the fact that they "look alike". There's NOTHING okay with THOSE moms. I'm really going to embrace it and be their best friends. I'm going to be their activists. I'm going to be that PTA meeting, team mom, stick figure on the back of my care having mother and I'm going to love every minute of it, because I only get them to myself for a few more years and then they have to venture out into the big ol' world and I can't stop how that world is going to treat them. Oh and you can bet your sweet ass that once they're in that big ol' world, I'm going to be that mom that still cooks them dinner (providing that they're close enough of course.... or maybe I'll move to them :p) and does their laundry and sneaks money into their bank accounts. Basically, if you've seen Diane Keaton in Because I said so, that's going to be me. A little crazy about letting them go, but always with the best intentions.... and.... I probably won't sleep with their boyfriend's dad. PROBABLY, but no promises ladies.

And NOW she's 10 months.

  Aside from my daily mini freak outs about my babies leaving me, I've just been staying busy as usual. I finally struck a deal with my man meat about my bow business. I get an hour (thats right! 60 whole glorious minutes!) to myself a night to fill bow orders, do paper work.... Facebook and pinterest aimlessly, let's be real thats what i'll be doing mostly. I know it seems silly to have to set an hour aside for myself, but with the way the two of us work lately we're lucky if we can pee on our own anymore. Oh the never-ending joy of being parents right? Speaking of businesses, the daycare is going great! I am seriously so beyond happy that I decided to go this route in life. I have one full time baby and she's amazing. However, if Emory doesn't stop trying to sit on her and Lily doesn't stop trying to put baby doll clothes on her, I'm afraid she'll leave my house a little confused in life as to whether she should wear clothes 6 times too small and be a couch or not. <---- see what I did there? I made a joke! har har har! Look don't judge me, that small clothes wearing couch had me up at 5 a.m. this morning. O K A Y!?

  Now I'll leave you with two pictures. So enjoy those as much as you did reading this....which.... you know was THE FREAKING HIGHLIGHT OF YOUR DAY! (that was me tooting my invisible blog horn) and have a super day or night or afternoon or afternoon poop or whatever it is that you're going to be doing after this. : )

-Amanda.

Seriously, I have the cutest kids ever.
Idk if you noticed, but those are Pinkalicious "hair extensions"
Diva much? You know it.

As much as I love my job, this is the result of it at the end of the day.
A High Life Lite in a pink sparkly koozie on my boobie shelf.
<3