I am more excited than I should be.

Daniel's parents take care of this beautiful 13 year-old girl whose name is Sydney. She turned 13 very recently and it has kind of turned into a tradition that I take her to the movies to see the latest Twilight movie for her birthday present.

Tomorrow marks the opening of the latest in the Twilight sags.... Eclipse!!! I am so excited for this movie. I'm excited that I get to take Savannah with me. I'm excited to go to the movies (I love the movie going experience).

But, I feel that I am too excited. I am almost thirty years old and I am about to be surrounded by tweenagers and teenagers who are just swimming in puberty and going ga-ga over the boys in this movie. And I am going to have so much fun!! I can't wait to get my over-priced popcorn and my uber-huge drink and wait until the lights dim.

To top it all off, I am meeting up with one of my favorite e-people who I have also met in real life... Nina!! She is taking her little sis and her beautiful girl and we are meeting up to enjoy the movie together. I've been wondering all week how the seating arrangement will go... will she and I sit together and separate the girls... will we act as a barrier bwtween the girls and the other tweens... will we sit together behind them while they sit next to each other... WHAT AM I GOING TO WEAR???


I am so excited for tomorrow you guys. I should be doing some school work to end this summer session with a bang but I couldn't contain myself.

TEAM EMMETT BITCHES!!!

So, I had this dream right?

And it was amazing! They say Stephanie Meyer started writing "Twilight" because of a dream she had. Anyone else find it creepy that this gown woman was dreaming about a high school girl falling in love with a dead boy?

My dream was better because:

a. I am awesome
2. It didn't involve jail bait.
d. I said so. (I've had this dream before, I had it again last night and I had to brag. You may not know what it entails but I do and that's bragging rights enough for me)

Now if I had the time to compose my thoughts, I'd try to write this sucker out. But, I don't so, I'm just gonna sit back and bask in the glow of this awesome almost-recurring dream of mine.

Sometimes.... he is just SO frustrating....

So, I went to the store today to get Junior some new shoes. He has fat feet and it is very hard to find something that doesn't squish his feet and isn't so long that he trips all over his shoes when he walks. While at the store, I saw TONS of stuff that I loved for me but couldn't buy because we don't have the money.

We're a single income family and I have to constantly put things back that I want otherwise I will feel mega-mommy guilt for not having spent to money on the kiddies.

Of course, my messed up hormones got me all upset and this initiated a whole talk with Daniel.

I love my man. I love my children more than air. I have a roof over my head and I have food in my tummy. But there are still things I want and not being able to have them frustrates me.

Daniel thinks I spend too much time on facebook reading about how wonderful my friends say their lives are. Truth is I get reminded sometimes of the things I want and not being able to get what I want frustrates me. I'm not saying I want a house on a hill or all the finest clothes and newest gadgets, I'm not saying I want a million dollars. I just want to be comfortable and secure in my life.

Yes, the entire country is having a hard time right now, but does that mean I should just sit back and take it?

Don't get me wrong, Daniel takes very good care of me and I wish I could get a job to help him out and take some of the burden off of his shoulders.

I know a lot of my grief I cause myself with my impatience and need for instant gratification. I guess part of it is not focusing enough on what I have instead of what I want.

I'm really NOT a spoiled brat. Promise!

My Wittle Famiwee...

Just wanted to drop a note so everyone knows who all the players are.

My man, the father of my two children, is Daniel. He's a guy's guy. Loves sports, specifically football and NASCAR, loves his tools, and he's a steak and potatoes kinda guy. I love him and hate him at the same time but isn't it the hallmark of a healthy relationship begin able to admit that sometimes you can't stand the one you're with? We are not married and right now, even though I wear a diamond ring on my left ring finger, I don't really consider us engaged. We have been "engaged" since February of 2007. Being engaged, to me, means you have made the decision to get married and are making strides to do so in the very near future. We are no closer to marriage now than we were in January of 2007. It used to be a sore spot but now I'm indifferent.

My daughter, at the time of this posting, is three years old. She is the epitome of a little girly girl. Her dresses must twirl out when she spins around. She loves Barbies and Polly Pockets and all of ht Disney princesses. She holds her pinky up when she drinks and she loves playing dress up. Oh, and her name is Taylor.

My son is two. He hasn't started talking yet. It's a source of humor but it's also a sore spot. I can make fun of it but unless I have laid my human eyes on you and given you express permission to do the same, don't. He is very handsome and he is a boy through and through. He loves his toy cars and he runs around the house throwing and kicking a ball around non-stop. He goes by a lot of names; Daniel Jr., Bubba, Jr.

My mother, Silvia, is hilarious. She is a very intelligent woman who is prone to saying the most hilarious, quote-worthy dumb things I have ever heard.

My brothers are Bruno and Kirck... they are also funny. You will love them (I say this not as a suggestion but as a demand). Bruno has a government job and is slowly working his way to white picket fences and 2.5 children. Kirck is a server at a great restaurant and a gamer. They are two great brothers, they love their niece and nephew very much and they are always on the lookout for my best interests. This can cause discord sometimes between them and Daniel that I have to deal with but for the most part, they are hilarious and extremely intelligent and I wouldn't trade them for the world.

The only reason we don't have a reality show of our own is because none of us has had a sex-tape scandal, my ass doesn't have it's own zip code (it used to, pre-pregnancy, I'm working on it), and none of us "summer" in rehab. Other than that, E! is missing out.

I love my family. And although we may butt heads at times, they will always be my family. No matter what.

Where to begin?

I know no one's reading this. I know this because this is the first post. And I am my only follower. But, I don't care. I;m doing this for me and if no one else ever reads this, then this can just be my journal.

But for my dedicated fans who have scrolled back to the beginning to see where it all started, welcome.

I was given my nickname "The Vixen" by my wifey. We had lots of good times. There were lots of times where our only way to remember what happened the night before was by looking through the pictures on wifey's camera. You can read about it somewhere... but not here.

Here is where I will come so that I don't lose my mind. Here is where I will come to vent about being an ex-party-girl-turned-mother-of-two. Don't get me wrong, I love my life, but... I will not deny the fact that there are things I miss having in my life and there are things I wish I had in my life right now.

I hope to make you laugh. I hope to make you cry. I hope to piss you off. Mostly, I hope to say the things you are too afraid to say yourself.

Thanks for coming... I hope you stay awhile.