Happy Easter!

Some picture fun!! I love these.

I snagged this from Julie and I am pretty sure Andrea did it, too!

Go to Photobucket.com search for each of the answers to these questions. and copy the html code and paste your answer.

1. What is your relationship status?



2. Who is your celebrity crush?
(Shut up-you KNOW he's hot..bringin' sexy back)

3. Who is your favorite band?
(Randy Travis has been my favorite for 17 years!)


4. What is your favorite movie?


and



5. What kind of pet do you have?
(this really was the pic that came up under dog and cat)

6. Where do you live?


7. where do you work?



8. What do you look like?



9. What do you drive?



10. What's your favorite TV show?



11. Describe yourself.


and



12. What's your name?



13. What's your favorite candy?
( I can never find these anywhere. If you find them and send them to me, I would be forever indebted to you!!)

Things that bug the crap outta me...ongoing

So, back in November, I posted this as a Thursday Thirteen. But, every so often I am doing something and I think...MAN, I SO should have included that in my "Things That Bug The Crap Outta Me" post. So, I think from now on, when I think of one, I will just have to say it. Maybe I should put it as a favorite on my sidebar and just add to it...what do YOU think??

I will just share a few more here....

People who are not fat saying just how fat they are. Y'know, unless you are 200+ pounds, or a size 16 or larger, I don't want to hear from you. You are NOT FAT. So, stop with the "woe is me" routine and just shut it. I? AM FAT. And I am not going to listen to your 165 pound ass complaining about how your ass can't fit in your size 6 jeans.

Liars. Just tell me the truth already. I don't bite...hard.

When I see on my sitemeter that various people have stopped by without commenting. I mean, truthfully...do I smell or something?? (Clarification: It does not bother me when I see a regular commenter not comment...its the lurkers that bug me. Heaven knows I am guilty of not ALWAYS commenting!)

People who used to be fat, but are now thin, who act like they have never BEEN fat and don't know what it's like. Get off your high horse. You used to look like a sow, too, ya know?!?!

When I bloghop and comment on people's blogs, and they don't have the decency to even come by my blog...Bah!

I will have to add more as they come up. I can't strain my brain too hard. It's not even 7 am yet.

A boy who misses his mama

This is my boy, Brandon. He is 12 1/2.


Brandon is at his Grandpa's house until Sunday. He's been there since Wednesday. He is there because he was going stir crazy (he has ADHD) cooped up in the house with his siblings and chicken pox.

Today, I checked my email and this is what I found:
Hi mommy! I miss you alot. When I get back Im gonna do everything I can to be awesome for you in my behavior. I hope the little bra... I mean Nolan and Kendall are doing good.
I MISS YOU A WHOLE GARBAGE LOAD YOU GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love you,


Your loving, handsome, and most dashing son,
Brandon
P.S. I STILL MISS YOU!!!!

Isn't he sweet??

One more, just to prove he's my son....what a geek!

Help...I need somebody...Help!

OK, so I don't really NEED somebody, but I do do need help. My 100th post is rapidly approaching...

I really wanted to write 100 things about me, but I am so dang unoriginal, I wouldn't be able to come up with anything original to say about ME. Sooooo, if you all wouldn't mind asking me a few questions so I have some ideas, I would be SO grateful!
ANd, yeah, in case you are wondering, I totally stole the idea from Cecily. The only difference is that I am a loser and have no prizes to give!

SO, ask me ANYTHING...what have you always wanted to know about Kelly??

I am gonna keep this as a sticky for a week, so check below for new posts!!

Look what the cat Chicken drug in!

Remember this?? Well, last night as I was getting the kids ready for bed, I noticed I have a spotted little boy. There are only about 20 spots as of now, but it's definitely the "Chicken Pops" (as his sister would say). So, along with the spots, he has a fever and is vomiting a bit, so looks like a "stay inside and cater to the prince" week. That is, of course, until the princess gets it...

OH...Happy St. Patrick's Day!!

What's your leprechaun name??

Your Leprechaun Name Is:

Sneaky Bottlesipper

What's Your Leprechaun Name?

DUDE! It's like they KNOW me!!

I'm the mommy, THAT'S why!

I'm a yeller. Not proud of it, but I am. I yell for the kids to get dressed for school. I yell because we are running late for school. I yell up the stairs at the kids to come down for dinner. I yell when I am mad, happy, whatever. Just call me a big, fat loud mouth. I am a yeller.

Zac (hubby) is a lecturer. He lectures. All. The. Time. When the kids get a bad grade, they can expect to sit down and listen to dad discuss it for an eternity. When they do what they aren't supposed to do, dad will "talk" to them about it. You get the drift.

Personally, having lived with the latter growing up (of course, mine was a drunk lecturer. Zac just lectures), I would much prefer to be yelled at.

So, when Nolan told me this afternoon, "I don't have to listen to YOU; YOU aren't the boss. DAD IS!!", did I yell at him?? Nope. I told on him.

Who's the Boss Now, Punk?

Thursday 13 #23 - Irish Toasts

13 Irish Toasts

In Celebration of St. Patty's Day, I thought I'd pay a little tribute to all the fellow Irish!! (I am not actually Irish, my name just sounds like I am. My husband and children, however...are.)

1. May you live as long as you want, and never want as long as you live.
2. May you live to be a hundred years, with one extra year to repent.
3. As you slide down the banisters of life may the splinters never point the wrong way.
4. May your troubles be as few and as far apart as my Grandmothers teeth.
5. May the Lord keep you in His hand and never close His fist too tight.
6. May your neighbors respect you, Trouble neglect you, The angels protect you, And heaven accept you.
7. May you die in bed at ninety-five years, shot by a jealous husband(or wife).
8. May your doctor never earn a dollar out of you and may your heart never give out. May the ten toes of your feet steer you clear of all misfortune, and before you're much older, may you hear much better toasts than this.
9. Beautiful young people are acts of nature, But beautiful old people are works of art.
10. May I see you grey and combing your children's hair.
11. May you have the hindsight to know where you've been, the foresight to know where you're going and the insight to know when you're going too far.
12. May the hinges of our friendship never grow rusty.
13. May you be poor in misfortune, rich in blessings, slow to make enemies, quick to make friends. But rich or poor, quick or slow, may you know nothing but happiness from this day forward.

And, one more, just because it's hilarious!!

Here's to our wives and girlfriends:
May they never meet!

Little Girls

Before I moved to where I am living now, I went to church with a family who had 6 girls. Six. Every time I saw this family, the mom was pregnant. I KNOW they were trying for that boy, but that never happened. The kids names were Rachel, Leslie, Who knows, Who knows, Rebekah and Danielle (The middle children are always ignored anyway, right??). Anyway, I always imagined the mom stumbling around the house drinking vodka from the flower vase singing, "Little Girls" like Miss Hannigan on Annie. I wonder if she ever did that. I SO would if I had six girls.