I'll Show You Mine...

If you show me yours!

Again I am accepting a challenge from AmyK. Basically show me the stuffed animal or blankie you have had since you were itty bitty. Tell me, and the interweb, your story.

In return, I will show you mine. In fact I will show you mine first!

I would like to introduce you to Teddy and Red, not the most creative names, I know but I have given them names and changed them when the whim suited me so many times over the years. Somewhere I also have a hard plastic lizard named Little Red Riding Hood, my sister had Goldilocks, what can I say we were weird kids.

Both Teddy and Red currently reside in my hope chest, I would bring them out but I don't want anyone playing with them (evil stepmom moment) because if something happened to them at the hands of the Rapscallion, or Puppy Butt, I would be hard pressed to let that go easily. Maybe not my most graceful confession but it is the truth.

It was fun to pull out Teddy for this picture, I used to sleep on him so he is a little smunched up but still soft and just waiting for me if I ever need him.

Meet Puppy Butt!

This is Penelopi "Penni" our new little fur-baby. She is a 1/2 corgi 1/2 deer head chihuahua. We adopted her from a shelter on Sunday, we are still learning about her personality so I imagine I will have alot more to share about her in the coming weeks.

Cat Butt is less than thrilled about this new addition to our family. but she will live. Cat Butt has been around dogs before (when I was an unfit cat mother and she had to go live my parents) and Penni, from here on known as Puppy Butt, has no interest in Cat Butt.

Short Break

I will be on a short absence from blogosphere, the family and I are going to visit the folks back in Colorado. I will be back Tuesday with updates.
Peace, Love and Jellybeans!

My Dad Wants to be Your Facebook Friend

I am lucky, I have wonderful parents. They have always supported me in whatever I want to do, I don't think I would have lasted one day as a Stepmom if I hadn't had my own mom as a wonderful example of how to be a mother/stepmother with grace and dignity. I am my Dad's daughter, I got his sense of humor and his ability to stick his foot in his mouth at just the right occasion. My parent's are proud of me, they love Dear Hubby and the Kidlet.

I know my Dad is proud of me because I can read it in his Facebook posts. Now I will admit I feel like a little kid when I read something he has posted bragging about me, especially since he likes to do it to my group of sarcastic, sh*t talking friends. Dear Hubby and his friends Tico and Sickboy started a little club, it is basically a social drinking club. Sickboy started a Facebook group and my Dad joined the group. No worries my Dad is cool! Except when he outed me as a nerd to my "cool" Facebook friends.

Oh well, I am blessed with parents that care. I am not really complaining and if you want my Dad will be your Facebook friend!

LBDCOL4L

The Rapscallion

So yesterday I wrote about how meeting the kidlet changed my life, today I thought I would let you get to know him a little more, since he is staying home from school sick.

He is 7 going on 23, we wear the same shoe size and recently he has discovered the joys of wearing boxer shorts. This last one has lead to many more discussions about underwear than I ever thought I needed to have. He watches Sports Center in hopes that he will learn how to defeat whatever team he playing during football or baseball. I haven't had the heart to tell him they aren't talking about the Las Vegas Raiders. He is overly opinionated and is often convinced that he knows how to fix whatever issues his dad and I may be dealing with, I can hear my mom laughing now, apparently this was one of my endearing traits as a child. He is a worrier and often needs reassurance that everything will be ok, most of all he worries about his mother and his sister.

He is just learning sarcasms, he has a very simple sense of humor, if it is potty humor he likes it. No matter how angry he is about something if I make a fart joke he will laugh. He is his fathers shadow and anything his dad says is law. I spent the better part of the morning trying to convince him that he couldn't go to school today, he has a croupy-type cough and while I know it is allergies I don't think the school would appreciate me sending a wheezing, sneezing kid to school amidst fears of killer-flu's. Once his dad got on the phone and told him no he was content to go lay in my bed and watch cartoons.

He is a Scorpio, he has smelly feet and he lies about brushing his teeth. He is learning to be conscientious about the environment and will eat almost anything put in front of him from hot dogs on white bread to quinoa with edamame. I am blessed to watch him grow, while I know things will always be a little different because I am not his biological parent, I would challenge anyone who says I do not love him and that his life has not been enriched because of that extra love.