I want THIS even more than a boob job. I've got it bad.

Your are an obsession, I cannot sleep

I am a possession unopened at your feet.

There is no balance, no equality.

Be still I will not accept defeat.

I will have you. Yes, I will have you.

I will find a way, and I will have you.

Like a butterfly, a wild butterfly

I will collect you and capture you.

You are an obsession, you're my obsession.

What do you want me to be to make you sleep with me.

You are an obsession, you're my obsession

What do you want to be to make you sleep with me.

Your face appears again, I see beauty there

But I see danger, stranger beware

A circumstance in your naked dreams

Your affection, is not what it seems

You are an obsession, you're my obsession

Who do you want me to be to make you sleep with me

You are an obsession, you're my obsession

What do you want me to be, to make you sleep with me

My fantasy has turned to madness

All my goodness, has turned to badness

My need to possess you has consumed my soul

My life is trembling, I have no control

I will have you, yes I will have you

I will find a way and I will have you

Like a butterfly, a wild butterfly

I will collect you and capture you........



I'm totally turning into one of those creepy women. In my head, I totally have a chance.

I just started "Breaking Dawn" and I have to say, my kids are kind of being neglected.

Sugar cookies for breakfast are OK? No?

Friday Night Lights!

There are many advantages of "small town living" and tonight is one of the most fun and long living traditions. TEXAS HIGH SCHOOL FOOTBALL!!!!

We have a new stadium so Hubs and I, along with a bunch of our friends bought season tickets this year. 12 kids 6 and under and a whole section of just for us! I'm sure our section will be escorted out at some point.

Tess has her cheerleading outfit, Bram has his jersey and I have a lot of cute purple tops and sundresses to dork out in. Love it!

My mom is coming tomorrow to hang out with us, so this is going to be a pretty darn good weekend.

And a "cool front" came in and it only got to 99 yesterday and it is only supposed to get to 95 today. I might need a sweater.

How to beat the heat, Coco style!

Seriously? When in the world is this 100+ degree weather going to go away!? It is miserable.

So miserable and hot, that even my 4 year old is totally over playing outside and bored with swimming. So yesterday after begging NOT to go outside. We had to do something.

So off to the grocers for mint chocolate chip ice cream and waffle cones.

Some DVR'd "Wall E" and I've got two very happy campers.

And "Charlie bit me!" is still a HUGE hit at our house.

Let's hope today only gets up to 99 degrees!

How to make your kids uncool. A lesson by Coco.

At our house the television is turned off as soon as "Super Why" and his super readers are over at 9:30. Then it is all 80's all day courtesy of Sirius satellite radio. This is a recipe for making your kids very unhip.

So unhip that last week I heard Bram singing, "Say you, say me. Say it together. Naturally."

Not kidding.

His favorite song, "One Night in Bangkok." Ask him to sing it and he will go straight into, "Siam's going to be the witness to the ultimate test of cerebral fitness."

Not kidding.

So yesterday as I was going into my 800th load of laundry, one including Hubby's mountain of hunting gear that he needs for me to get ready for HUNTING SEASON. By the way, nothing in the world makes more noise in a dryer than 3 hunting jumpsuits and pants with a million snaps and such. Holy toledo, I felt like I was in a Chinese torture chamber for the 60 minutes it took those bitches to dry.

But I digress. Yesterday as I was doing laundry and the kids were happily playing "city" in the playroom. "Axel F" came on. I turned it up.

And the dancing beasts were unleashed.........

Obviously they had gotten ahold of a stray marker when I wasn't looking and gave themselves some "tats." I guess they realized that they had to somehow make themselves a tad bit hip.

Poor guys and there dorky music lovin' mom.

Thank GOD they don't lack in self confidence.

Wineglass, Martha, Halloween, tutus and a recipe.

First of all a big SHOUT OUT to The Rands for my darling, precious wine glass. I love it and used it last night. And it couldn't be more fitting, since my true title is on it!





In ONE WEEK both of my wild indians will be heading off to MOTHER'S DAY OUT! BOTH OF THEM! Can I get a HALLELUJAH!! Holy moly will that be so nice and quiet. It will be Brammy's third year but Tess' first. I am sure she is going to be the teacher's favorite.

And I am not just saying that because I am her mother, the child has the quirkiest little personality I have ever seen and is just a joy to be around.

Bram will be in one of my good friend's class this year, who teaches the 4 year old class, so he will fo'sho' be Miss Amy's favorite because she adores and loves him almost as much as Hubby and I do. And that is a lot, a lot, a lot, a lot.

So that is what I am counting down to. Minute to minute. Sweet baby Jesus give me a tiny bit of piece and quiet.

Moving on.

On Saturday I purchased this little gem for Miss Tess:


I had to. Poor girl has been spending her days in ghetto Spiderman costumes and Barbie high heels. The lady needed something sassy for her dress up time. She LOVES it. Has had it on every. second. of. the. day. Except to nap. Tulle isn't comfy when napping.

I am trying to think how to incorporate it into some kind of Halloween costume. Any ideas?


Next random topic. Meet Martha.

Martha Washington Coco. She is our new dog. We actually adopted her July 4th weekend, Martha Washington, get it? I haven't mentioned her on the blog because I didn't know how she was going to work out. As we had a few issues in the beginning. But all is good and I love her.

Tess loves her. Bram loves her. Hubby doesn't really give a dookey since she isn't a lab or has anything to do with hunting and retrieving.

Martha was attacked by a pit bull and her tail was ripped off. She is 100% now and a lover undercover. I couldn't be happier with my Martha. She is only 9 months, a terrier mix. Just a dream boat.

Just a random picture of my kids checking out toys in some catalogs. I thought this was funny because both of the little dorks read these magazines for an hour! Weird.

And an end of summer recipe that I did last night and it was AWESOME!

Bacon, Egg, Spinach, and Tuna Salad a la Coco:

4 eggs
6 slices of bacon
12 oz tuna steaks
1/2 cup white wine vinegar
2-3 Tbsp. honey
1 Tbsp. Dijon mustard
1 6 oz package of fresh baby spinach

Boil your eggs, set aside.

In large skillet cook bacon over medium heat until crisp. Drain and reserve drippings in skillet. Crumble bacon and set aside. Remove 2 Tbsp. of drippings for dressing. Add tuna to skillet; cook over medium-high heat three minutes per side. Transfer to cutting board, cover and keep warm. Slice before serving.

Wipe skillet clean. Whisk in reserved drippings, vinegar, honey and mustard to skillet. Bring to boil.

Line plates with spinach, top with sliced tuna, crumbled bacon and eggs. Drizzle dressing and sprinkle pepper.

Healthy and yummy. Like restaurant yummy.


So that is it for the day. Everyone have a great Tuesday!!!!!

If I were a stripper....

Not a lot going on today. So I thought I would let everyone know,

If I were a stripper "my song" would be the the theme song to "The Sopranos."

I have actually put a lot of thought into this. Though I have never been to a strip joint, I have a feeling, "Pour some sugar on me" is WAY overused.

Son of a GUN, I have offcially been sucked in....

I have read Twilight, New Moon and I am now midway through Eclipse. I have enjoyed this series but not devouring it like most.

Until today.

I just saw the hottness that is Robert "I feel tingly in my pants watching him" Pattinson.

I just watched Twilight for the first time. And while it wasn't the greatest movie on the planet, I am anxiously awaiting New Moon to be out in theaters.

I will be there opening night, by myself, with my nachos, hot dog and diet Coke (what? doesn't everyone love processed neon orange cheese and a week old hot dog?)

Anyway, it has happened, I am now 14 years old.

And I don't care. I love you Robert.

I love you.

A great way to start your weekend! You will thank me.

Look how little and bald she was. Oh, the preciousness of it all is almost too much for me to handle.

WHY OH WHY doesn't Hubby want another one of these? We have such beautiful children. I think I just had a contraction looking at this adorableness.

Have a wonderful, family filled, fun weekend.

(and you're welcome.)

And now it kind of worries me that we reproduced.

Yesterday my Palm went KAPUT! So Hubby and I headed down to the Verizon store to check out the new phones. We both selected the Blackberry Storm. I got a hot pink cover and all. Hubby selected a silver one.

We thought we were super cool.

Until we both stayed up til midnight last night, side by side in bed trying our damndest to figure the little sons of bitches out. We never did. In fact, I sent someone 15 texts saying, "that sounds good!" thinking the messages never were sent. She finally called and said, "Ok, Coco, I GOT IT!"

I think I am really going to enjoy the fanciness of this phone, once I get the hang of it. But by golly gee is this making me feel like a complete idiot.

What makes us even more stupid is that we sat in bed for THREE HOURS trying to figure the phones out and not one set of instructions between us.

Guess what I am about to start reading?