Halle-freakin-lujah

I DID IT!

I really did!

AND, It was sooo easy, really..

Once you sit down a really start thinking what you are grateful for, the juices just start flowin..

you know what I mean?

I had to stop myself..

(thats a good feeling!)

I really am grateful for soo much,

I'm just a whiner!

I mean really.. how can you not be grateful with these wonderful "things" in your life...

The LOVE of my life..

(although he may not LOVE that i put this on, so dont tell)

My first born.. the wild man he is growing up to be..

My princess.. Also wild.. and SASSY. But thats how we Roll!

My CrAzY sister..

My Mom, The Great! :)

My Dad.. and his fish...

Grampa Grape
(as blaine would say)

Gramma Grape..

(These two old love birds hold a special spot in my heart.. I love them so much. I am glad that my kids will get to know them!){i'm not gonna lie.. I'm a little teared up right now}

I guess thats what comes along with this whole

"GRATEFUL" stuff..

now for the Reason for this whole post...

(drum roll please)

AND THAT MY FRIENDS..

IS A WRAP...

PEACE.. LOVE.. GRATEFUL!

HUNT...... OUT!

Attitude Adjustment...

Other worthy titles:

"Don't Worry Be Happy"

"Serenity Now"

"The Simple Things"

"Psycho Hose Beast"

"Cheese with my whine"

It's been about a week. No, two probably. I'm in a rut, man. I'm in full anti-cook mode, the patience levels are at all time lows, and the messy-house resistance sure feels point-less.

Could it be 'cause my underwear don't fit no more?

Or that Jillian Michaels is making me cry while I try to make them fit?

Or could it be 'cause we're up way too early and up way to late?

Or maybe it's my Roxies' whiny phase,

Or my Blainers' I can do it myself-macho-man-your-not-my-mom-anymore-attitude?

Or It might also be that I got my wisdom teeth out on the 4th..

I was really worried about what I would say while conked out on drugs..

Well, my worst nightmare came true!

No I didnt start bustin out some gospel rap, or talking dirty in Spanish..

oh no.. I just popped the big "F" Bomb at the Jack In The box...

(fyi-that is the first time in my life I have ever said that-NOT A LIE)

I am ashamed.. and I always thought when that day came I would be able to sing-

Blame it on the Aaaaaalchol.. not my luck. DANG!

or or or. . .

That's it! I've had it!!

We got no jobs, we got no food, our pets heads are falling off. . . (dumb and dumber-fyi!)

Okay that not all true, but close... (we do have worms though! Worm farm that is)

OKAY-Nothings really wrong here.

I don't want to feel like poo when poo's not happening. Well, 'poo' is, but figuratively speaking.

So I saw this idea (and I can't remember where). It's a "things that make me happy" sign. The simple, easy, little things. And I said, Self.. You NEED ONE!!!

So, its 10:30, Here I sit, a little Johnny playin in the background. TRYING, Trying, TRying, to fill a whole page with things that make me happy..

Seriously, don't ask how many times I have, Circle K Dr. Pepper, Nap time, and Bed time..

Some may say I am a bad mother.. But, Whoever has the go-nads to even think that.. You would probably feel the same, if you had the pleasure to experience the last week or two in the Hunt Home..

Now like I said before. I'm in a rut.. or something stupid like that..

Well what ever the heck it is.. I hope its over soon..

(so does my house!)

Due to this so called "rut" I have been rally bad at blogging

I am going to do better, I promise..