2012 NY and such

I want to blog, but I find myself using Facebook and putting my blog on the back burner. Facebook is so much easier, since I'm already on it stalking my friends. While secretly hoping they're stalking me. OK, not secretly.
So, here goes my try at blogging again. This year I turned 40, which I'm loving, and it's weird because what woman doesn't dread 40? I thought I would hate being 40, I didn't want to be 40, EVER! But, I actually like it, A LOT! The year I turned 20 I cried because I wasn't a teenager anymore. Seriously, I cried! Who does that? I felt like while I was a teen I could screw up and just blame it on being a teenager, so when I turned 20, I knew I had to grow up. Being 40 is wonderful. I still feel young, and now I feel WISE. Anyway, I'm loving being 40, and I think the last time I was truly happy with my age was in my mid 20's. (Yes, I got over not being a teenager anymore). I don't know how I'll feel when I turn 50, because if there is one thing I've learned, it's that I never know how I will feel about my age until I'm in the grip of it.
Another thing I've learned about myself in all of my self contemplation... I hate to blog or put a FB status without pictures or a video. So...

Large Mouth Bass Monkey caught and released. Did you know they have a tongue? I'm not really sure if that's what it was, but it really looked like a tongue!

Sugarbug's first fish!

 Sampson loves the water, and I love the natural fur removal! 

Fun making and baking Halloween cookies!

The A~R~E~A Scoop!: Monkey found a Baby Bird

The A~R~E~A Scoop!: Monkey found a Baby Bird

Monkey found a Baby Bird

Monkey found a baby bird laying on the ground yesterday. Poor little guy appeared to be hours old, but we could not find the nest anywhere. We followed the advice of a local bird rehabilitator and made a make shift nest using a basket, then we hung the basket in the tree that was nearest to where the baby bird was found. The hope was that the mother bird would be looking for her lost baby, and would care for it in the makeshift nest. I watched the nest for quite a while, but never saw the mother bird come, so I called the rehabilitator to ask her what should be done. She said it was a tough love situation, and that the best option was to leave the baby bird in the make shift nest, because his best chance of survival was with momma birds care. She thought there was a pretty good chance that the mother was afraid to come around, because I was nearby. The tough love part was that there was always the chance that the mother had died, or just could not get to her baby for some other reason. I followed her advice and left with the hopes that the mother bird would find her baby, or that another bird would adopt it. It has been almost 24 hours since Monkey first found the bird, and I have not had the fortitude to go look inside the nest; if the mother bird did not find him, he would have passed away by now.

Leggo my Easter Eggo!

Year in Review 2009 ~ Not Blogged.

Monkey turns Eight!!

I always stop blogging as soon as I fall behind. It's because I don't want to blog about things going on now, if I haven't blogged about things prior. It's really a viscous cycle with me. Today I'm going to try and get this post done just so I can remove my Christmas Layout. I can't stand to change my layout without adding a new post. Just for times sake, I'll post some photos from 2009 that I have not blogged about. I will try to stay current from here on,
but I probably won't...I know you won't hold it against me!
BTW, I know you loved seeing Santa in our living room. Wasn't he the cutest ever! It really helped Monkey Believe, even if only for another year. He has a lot of friends who no longer Believe, so he has been having doubts. Bummer huh. But thankfully now we have one more year saved! Thanks Santa! To keep Christmas alive next year in your own home, click here.

I still have lots more pics to post, but it's late and I'm tired, so I'll post them tomorrow. Goodnight to all of my loyal followers! (Love you Mom!)
~A

Did we catch SANTA CLAUS?

Monkey had an idea. How about we set up our camera in the living room to try and catch Santa by surprise?
Who was I to say no?
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, the camera was placed on the mantle above, motion detector on.
We tucked Monkey and Sugar Bug in, their eyes dancing with anticipation about what the morning would bring.
Last presents wrapped, all cards signed and sealed.
One more look around, Doors locked, Dogs inside, Both kids fast asleep.
Off to bed Wheeler and I went, so tired were we - fast asleep before I could even count sheep.
Not long after, I woke to a click, Imagine my surprise when I realized, oh yes, that wasn't just any click, that was a camera click!
My eyes flew open, I sat up with fright! Then I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs as fast as I could.
Oh, but he was fast, faster than I! All I saw was a red flash as he dashed up the chimney, HO HO HO ~ echoing down.
Was this a dream? Was he really just here? Did I have evidence St. Nick had appeared?
I grabbed my camera, hands shaking and all, powered it on ~

this is what I saw...

Homemaker, schomaker

I used to pity stay at home mom's. They would fill out a loan application and list Homemaker as their occupation. I felt so sorry for them. I really did. It never occurred to me that they might *gasp* want to stay home! Working gave me a purpose, it defined who I was. It made me feel good about myself. I loved being a professional and wearing my "business clothes".
I would never become a person who lived only for her children. It was repulsive to me. The powers that be didn't give me that understanding...that is, until I had children of my own. As soon as I had my son, the maternal instinct just kicked in. While I was pregnant with him, I didn't even contemplate not going back to work. But after he was born, I could not imagine leaving him with someone else. I just couldn't do it! Unfortunately I had not planned on staying home, so I had to go back to work for a couple of years. Lucky for us, my Mom was able to take care of him during his early months. (Thanks Mom!) The second time around, I knew I wanted to stay home. So yes, I am a {GULP} homemaker. Staying home is not as easy as I thought it would be. It's not Soap Opera's and Bon Bons all day. As rewarding as it is, some days are tough. Today has been a trying day, one of those days when I ask myself, what in the world was I thinking?

New Post Coming Soon!

Anytime I fall behind on posting, I fall way, way behind. Updates will be coming soon!

Sugarbug turns THREE!