Our Anniversary

Today was our anniversary. 2 Years, doesn't seem that long. Maybe it is because we have been together for so long. even though I complain about him alot I would be lost with out him. I Love Him. He is mine, my husband, my boyfriend, my best friend, my slayer of dragons, my knight in shinning whatever, my hero. With out him I don't know what I would do. I love him!

My Husband

My Husband! I love him to death but sometimes he drives me crazy. Some times he will do and say the craziest things. Take last night for example, Our bedroom in covered in ants. Now the night before he had to spray for ants, because he left empty Coke cans on his night stand (It isn't just him but I do this as well). So the night before last there was a few ants on the night stand and he sprayed them and took his cans out. Well last night they where all over the room again crawling on a plate (that I had told him to take out to the kitchen instead of leaving in the bedroom the night before), the carpet, wall, and my nightstand. We where tending to the ants when he looks at me as says "I don't know where they are all comming from" I look at him trying to figure out if this is exactly what he said or if I heard him wrong. Does it really matter where the ants are comming from? No if ya'll would just pick up after yourselves then we wouldn't have this problem. I am not saying that I am perfect, I have this problem as well. I will leave Coke cans on my nightstand and if I don't take them out in the morning every ant in the county will be on my nightstand by Noon time. And the kids are just as bad, my kids will open a can of Sprite, take it in the living room (where they know they are not supposed to have it) put it on the pool table and leave it. If I don't spot it before the end of the day, the next morning there will be ants all over the place, and JD will be having a fit because they are on the pool table and now he has to spray it. Why is it that kids just don't listen? I have found that if I say 'NO', 'stop that', 'don't do that', 'get off that', 'don't take that in there', or 'get out of there', that it translates into "go ahead and do what ever you want" to the kids. CRAZY! Thanks for letting me vent for a minute!

A conversation with my son

THIS IS THE ACTUAL CONVERSATION I HAD WITH MY SON ABOUT 3 DAYS AGO...Let me set the scene for you. Beautiful 85 degree sunny day (ok so I lie it was humid as HELL and probubly closer to 100 degrees). Bellla and me are standing on the porch talking about mowing the grass, how I really don't want to do it in the heat and why she can't do it . When along comes my son IS and his bike. As he is trying to get the bike up on the porch the following conversation occures...

me- Son exactly what are you doing?

IS - I am gonna ride my bike off the porch

me- Umm No your not

IS-ummm yes I am

(the whole 'ummm' thing is our little sarcastic thing we do)

me- NO YOU ARE NOT, you will get hurt

IS- no I won't, I'm tuff remember

me-Isaiah Jared Anderson, get the bike off the porch you are NOT riding it off of here you will break your crazy little neck, and if you don't you will break your bike.

IS-No I won't, it will be ok, Daddy told you to let me be a boy remember and this is what boy's do, you don't know what boys do cause your a girl

me-you don't speak to me that way, i don't care what daddy said, get the bike off the porch NOW!

This is where the fight starts with him, we go back and forth for a few minutes with the whole, No you can't, yes I can, thing now he is doing the whole whinning thing he does and it is just about over when he throws a rock down the hill to the brush pile, and I finally said . . .

me-Fine, go for it, ride your bike off the porch, and when you get hurt or break your bike I don't want to hear you cry.

IS- I won't get hurt or break my bike

me- if you break your bike me and daddy are not gonna take it to uncle Larry to fix it, and you won't get a new one either. And if you break yourself, you will have to stay broken because I am not going to take you to the doctor to fix you.

The entire time that I am talking he is putting on his helmet, and getting on his bike. NOW mind you our porch is about 40 feet long, about half way there is a 4 inch step down, and the high end (the way that Isaiah has his bike pointing)of the porch is about 4 feet or better off the ground. The ground is flat for about 2 maybe 3 feet then it is a hill, at the bottom of this hill is a washout from the rain(over time) wich as you can imagine is all uneven(in one spot it is almost a foot deep) and about a foot and a half wide with a board over part of it. And that is not mentioning the trees this kid has to miss (4 in total) which in order to miss he has to cut left HARD as soon as he hits the ground. So I say a quick prayer in my head asking god to protect this kid. On the count of 3 he is off. He makes the small step down and is actually looking good, he then makes both the big drop and the hard turn (THANK GOD), goes down the hill,over the board JUMPS the remaining part of the washout (which is no big feat at this point) and then skids out. HE MADE IT! The entire thing, not a scratch, cut, scrape, bruise, broken bone, or anything!

I don't remember taking a breath from the time the wheels on his bike started moving till the time they stopped. I had the phone in my hand ready to dial 911 and his father at work. This kid is going to be the death of me without a doubt. How on earth his Grandmother (Terrie) ever raised 2 'Anderson' boys will remain a mystery to me for the rest of my life. For that fact I don't know how any woman raised a boy with out wanting to wrap him in bubble wrap every time he left her site is beyond me. All I can say it THANK GOD he didn't get hurt, and he has lived that moment out in his life. HOPEFULY he won't want to do it ever again.

Thanks for listening. Let me know what you think, and if any one has a 6 year old girl they want to trade for a 6 year old boy let me know(LOL).

My Son

My Son, what can I say about my son. He is 6 years old and at that stage in his young life where his mother just might end up taking his life from him (NOT LITTERALLY). He is a 6 year old 65 (maybe closer to 70) pound loveable, kid. Not only does he look like his father BUT he acts like him as well. And although this kids is genetically half Lallo he is 100% ANDERSON!(don't get me wrong there is nothing wrong with being an Anderson) Isaiah is stubborn, thickheaded and strong willed all things that will make him a great man some day. JD's mom, Terrie has told me that Isaiah is just like JD when he was that age on more then one occasion, and if this is true (I doubt that Terrie would lie about anything) I don't know how she got through raising JD with out killing him! My son has these qualities that both do and do not work... he is a constant question (how,why,where,when), he needs to hang on me and no one else(he suffers from sever seperation anxiety or what JD calls being a Momma's Boy), he is a dare devil, and he wants every thing he sees. In this house it is Isaiah's way or the High Way (hmmm kind of remind any one of some one else they might know?lol). He realy is a great kid. Just sometimes he can get under your skin. I don't know if it his age, a phase or what but lately all he does is whine, complain and throw fits. He used to be very helpful and wanted to do things to make any one happy, NOW he is just the opposite, he will argue with me about doing the smallest thing. He was refusing to feed and water HIS dog (both kids and JD have a dog and they take care of their dogs I take care of JD's because he works) so I threatened to give him (Beast) away, only when I picked up the phone and pretended to call his unlce Blain and act like he really was going to send someone to come and get Beast did he go out and tend to him, Toys will not get taken care of untill I have them in my hand, headed towards the trash can to throw them away. Now we (JD & I) have gotten into this 'live and learn' thing with him, and it is starting to work (I know it sounds mean and cruel but trust me when I say NOTHING else works with him), Take tonight for example (this is also something that made me feel like complete SHIT and the winner of the worst mom EVER award) I was sitting here on the computer showing JD a video of this spooky mirror image on Youtube.com, any one that has gone on youtube knows that when your video is done it shows you similar videos. Well there was this one video and all it showed was a picture of a care driving on a road next to a field. Well Isaiah wanted to watch it and both JD and I (we both had already seen it) kept telling him "no you don't, it is scary" he kept persisting about it the more we would say no the worse he got untill he had his "Anderson" up and was having a full blown FIT. So being in this new 'live and learn mode', I said "Fine, here, watch it" and clicked it. Well for all those who have not seen this video it is one of those you watch this car going down the road for 2 minutes or so and then all of a sudden it flashes the scary face that screams at you (one of those stupid make you jump out of your skin things). Well, Isaiah jumped out of his skin and into my arms and started crying like this thing had jumped out of the monitor and was trying to kill him and screamed like that for about 10 minutes (he would start to calm down look at the monitor and start up again, I shut the window down right after it happened). Now I am torn between feeling like SHIT and kind of feeling like he deserved it, yes I should have put my foot down and not let him watch it (knowning it would scar the hell out of him)but then again maybe next time when we tell him that something is too scary for him he will listen to us.

Pets

Pets are funny. We love them, take care of them and treat them like children. We have 4. Spookie, Bella Donna, Beast and Precious. We have not 'purchased' any of our pets from pet stores. All of our dogs are shelter dogs, and yes they are all pure breeds (lol). If anyone is thinking about getting a pet, PLEASE go to your local animal shelter, or ASPCA first. Not only will you find the perfect friend for your kids and/or yourself there, but 9 times out of 10 you will also be saving a life. There are not many 'NO KILL' shelters in the U.S. and that means that many animals that would make wonderful pets are often put to sleep instead of in to loving homes.

This is the story of our pets!

Spookie (the black cat in the pic with the kids) is now 10 years old. He was found in my sister Bonnie's mail box in Rhode Island, someone put him there starved half to death during the night and we didn't find him untill 3:30 the next day he has been Lou's best buddy ever sense. Please don't think the kids are hurting him in any way, he loves to just hang out with Tori. When she was little (like little kids will do to pets) she would dress him up in baby doll clothes and put him into strollers, doll cribs and carriers and walk him all over the house and yard saying "Isn't he a pretty baby" and I think he kind of liked it (which just goes to prove that Cats really are Drag Queens).He now lives with Tori's grandma and Aunt (we lived right on the road and was affraid he would get hit by a car), they have more room for him to hunt there and Beast was trying to kill him. Tori's uncle lost his beloved cat to old age and sickness (R.I.P Gizmo) she was about 15 years old and has bonded with Spookie so we decided after buying the new house that he could stay and keep Larry company, and live out his days being spoiled rotten at their house.

Bella Donna (for all those that read Tolkien at all YES Bella Donna was the name of Bilbo Baggins's mother, which in itself is proof of my Tolkien addiction) was rescued from almost certain death from the Animal Shelter in October 2005. She is a beautiful Rotti Chow mix one of the best dogs ever if you ask me. She is spoiled rotten, and loves kids. She tends to be the "mother hen" type dog which works out wonderfull when the kids are outside playing. Come mess with my kids while they are outside and you think no one is looking, go ahead, I dare you, I double dog dare you!

Beast (who started out being called Belroc (which is either Elvish or Dwarven for ancient Evil) ended up being Beast for the simple fact that no one but me liked the name) came to us at about 4 weeks old as a "foster kid", our job was simple; get him healthy, happy, and fat, don't fall in love with him then when the Animal Shelter called with a family for him let him go with our best wishes. That was back in September of 2006. Needless to say we fell in love with him, named him and he has been with us ever since. He is a Rotti Lab mix (wich simple means that he is a large pain in the butt). Beast is Porkchop's dog, they dig holes, play matchbox cars (yes he plays too), ride in the powerwheel together and just hang out. On more then one occasion I have found them both napping under the Pecan tree in the back yard or sleeping on top of the picnic table . They are the best of friends.

Precious We are not sure how old she is, we are still waiting on her paper work all we really know is that she is at least a year old, and is (supposedly) AKC registered. I really don't care about papers I have already fallen in LOVE with her, the only down side is it looks like my big, bad, macho husband is now the owner of a beautiful black and grey Lahsa Apso (LMFAO!). She came (unfortunately) with the name Miss Prissy, after bringing her home and hanging out with her for a while we found out that she comes when you say just Miss so I have renamed her Miss Precious (I can handle calling for Precious better then I can calling Prissy. And for the simple fact that it keeps with the Lord of the Rings theme I have going) and so far she seems to actually like it (I said "come on precious" and she came right to me wich is a good sign). We had her at the house for about a day and discovered that she really enjoys being with Lou (go figure 2 Drama Queens hang out together).

SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL A . S . P . C . A AND/OR ANIMAL SHLETER. DON'T BUY A PET FOR YOUR KIDS FROM A STORE, GO ADOPT ONE FROM A SHELTER INSTEAD!

Thanks for listening to the endless rant of a crazy person!

Sometimes you just dont know what to do with yourself

OK. Sitting here tonight in the evening of yet another beautiful (not to mention warm) spring day feeling sorry for myself (for no reason other then the need to hate my life), when it dawned on me that things are not always as they appear. So as I sat here trying to figure out exactly what is wrong with my life and how to fix it. So I decided to take stock. I have . . . 2 beautiful and smart children, a wonderful and gorgeous husband, 3 semi enjoyable dogs, my health, a beautiful house that is located on the out skirts of a quaint little town, family, friends, and (not that it matters) money to pay for what we need. On the outside it must seem that I have everything that I need, any and everything that a woman could ask for in life. So one might ask "Why the FUCK is she bitching and feeling sorry for herself" The truthfully answer to that question is I DON'T KNOW. My life by all accounts is perfect or at least what I consider to be perfect. My kids are well behaved they aren't out robbing liquor stores, or selling and doing drugs. They truly are great my 12 year old daughter is an honor roll student(for the 3rd quarter in a row), band geek (trumpet), Girl Scout (she is currently working on her Bronze Award which for all you that don't know Girl Scouts it is the highest award you can receive as a Junior Girl Scout) and a all around great kid. She loves being a girly girl but she is ruff and will call you on your Drama, she doesn't like lies and stands for what she believes in. She wants to join the 4H next year and maybe volunteer at the local ASPCA this summer. Lou is only 12 years old and already she is a better human being than I will ever be. My son is your average 5 year old boy, happy, healthy and also a good student. We call him Pork Chop (if you ever see a pic of him you will know why) and he is built like a brick out house. He loves to run and play with his dog and play baseball and football with his Dad, and read me a story every night. He builds ramps out of pieces of wood he finds scattered in the yard and like any Mom I worry he might break his neck jumping them on his bike. My husband is truly a great guy, (for everyone that doesn't know him) he is a little ruff around the edges but he isn't violent with me and the kids, he doesn't take the path some men take and run around with other women, he is a great Dad, and a wonderful provider. He has an addiction (PlayStation, it is his form of crack I guess) but I can handle it. I call him my boyfriend and he giggles (shh don't tell him that I told you he giggles), we have been together for 10 years now and he is everything to me. Him and the kids are what keeps me going. They are my light, my compass, my world, with out them I would be lost. Now the dogs are a different story some days I could live with out them. But they are great dogs, Bella and Beast are the defenders of the yard, protectors of the kids, and the best pair of baby sitters you can get when all your willing to pay is dog food. Beast gets out in the yard and waits for that school bus every day, and there is nothing like seeing them when Pork chop comes through the gate. Tails start wagging, tongues are going and they are so happy to see the kids. Precious is a different story, she is Lou's dog and that is all I am going to say about the over grown squirrel. As for the house, We love it, 3 bedrooms, 2 bath rooms and all the space we need. It is perfect for the 4 of us. If I could change anything about my life the only thing I think I would change is the distance between here and Rhode Island, because contrary to what i make people believe I really do miss it. Not the state but the people. My Parents, my brothers & their children, Brenda & George & the girls, Paul & Terrie, Jake, Kim & McKenna (another baby I haven't met yet).

We have just about everything we need, so tell me, what is so wrong with my life? Why is it that I am sitting here feeling sorry for myself when I should be happier then a pig in shit? I guess it is just me looking for something to bitch about. just me looking to see if things really are as bad as I think they are sometimes. Who knows. Do you think I need to STFU, suck it up and move on or do I have a legitimate complain with life? Let me know what you all think. To all my friends and family I love you all for different reasons and I hope you know what they are. I hope I didn't bore you all to death with all this needless, mind numbing stuff.

Love Yas MUAHHHHHHHHH!