Smile of the Day.

Dearest Santa,

I know what I ask for is extreme. Case in point... Louboutin Hyper Prive Peep-Toe Pumps in nude, a 2011 Infiniti QX56, implants.

This gift, however, is reasonable.

I saw it today and I have to have it.

I have been pretty good this year. Aside from multiple mommy meltdowns, bad words, and just being mean sometimes... I'd say it's been a pretty good year for me.

So without further ado, my Christmas gift...


Meet The Bottle of Wine Glass.

Yes, Santa, you read that correctly. This glass holds a WHOLE bottle of wine.

The description is my favorite.

"The Bottle of Wine Glass is located somewhere on the "classy" continuum between "a passed out drunk clutching the last sips of his bottle of Nightrain" and drinking straight from the bottle. And that's exactly where we like to be."

They made this glass for me. I just know it.

And talk about convenience. No more multiple trips to the refrigerator. Yayyy!

Perfect Christmas= Me, this bottle wine glass, & a bottle of Christmas Eve

Of course, I will still want the Louboutins, car, and other items I've requested.

Feliz Navidad!!

Not all it's cracked up to be.

I finally did it.

After two years of waiting, I finally ate at Chipotle.

I promised to blog about my first Chipotle experience. So, here it is.

As many of you know, MckMama eats here often. After reading about her food and looking at the amazing pictures, I have been dying to go.

Every time we go to Raleigh, we always end up eating somewhere else.

This weekend, my sister and I went to the Pinocchio ballet preformed by the Carolina Ballet. The ballet was nothing short of amazing and I can't wait to see another show by the Carolina Ballet. They are amazing dancers.

Anyway, afterwards we decided to shop a little and eat lunch. I thought about Chipotle and all but insisted we eat there. Ha!

I walked in with high hopes.

First bummer... the menu is small.

I had a burrito with chicken, cilantro rice, tomatillo green chili salsa, cheese, sour cream and black beans.

We also shared a bag of chips, salsa, and guacamole.

I must admit that the guacamole was the best of all. It was wonderful.

The burrito was dry and a little bland.

So after two years... I can now say that Bonfire's is so much better.

Chipotle... it's not all that it's cracked up to be. Bummer.

Monday Randoms

1. I'm back.

2. Brandon's wedding is over. Thanksgiving is done. Maybe after Christmas I will get back into blogging every single day. Until then, you will have to deal with BS in spells.

3. Thanksgiving was delicious! Nana did a fabulous job. I ate and ate and ate and ate more. It was ridiculous.

4. I got the girls Christmas tree up. It is my favorite tree. I love it! White tree, color lights, lots of glitter, lots of pink, purple, blue, and silver. It is perfect!

5. I decided to put a Christmas tree in my bedroom this year. I LOVE Christmas trees. We had two extra small 6ft fake trees so I decided to put one of them to good use. Ryan came home, walked in our room and was all "Why the hell is there a Christmas tree in my bedroom?" I, of course, ignored him. I know that he secretly enjoys laying in bed watching TV with the Christmas list glistening over in the corner.

6. Speaking of Christmas, I have heard a lot of people post about "Xmas" and how much they dislike it. I went through this last year. I didn't understand where the X in Xmas would come from. I just didn't believe someone would cruelly take Christ's name out of Christmas. So, I did a little research to find out how Xmas even came about. I may have posted this last year. If so, bear with me. I will share it again.
The X in Xmas is actually the Greek letter Chi, which was a common abbreviation of Kristos, Christ's name. Now, I know you are saying "Kristos" does not begin with an X. Yes, you are right. However, Kristos written using the Roman and Greek alphabet start with an X.
Anyway, just a little trivia I thought I would share. Now, whenever I see "Xmas", it doesn't bother me as much. I know most people are just lazy or are trying to make a political statement by writing it that way. However, that X stands for so much more in my eyes. Without Him, there would be no reason for the season.

7. Do you think Santa can bring me a new car?

8. I hate cold weather. Just hate it.

9. We had turkey hash at Thanksgiving dinner. As a child, it was one of my favorite foods. Anyway, Caroline in now in love with turkey hash. She affectionately refers to it as "turkey rash".

10. Jack, our Elf on a Shelf, came to stay with us. He came the day after Thanksgiving. Caroline was good for a day.

11. I wonder if Santa can bring me implants a pair of Louboutins?

12. Speaking of the god of shoes... have you seen his collection of shoes for Barbie? I need them.

13. William Rast is getting ready to release a line at Target. I am pumped. You know they are my favorite jeans EVER! Hopefully there will be a few pairs in the collection.

14. Emma hates the camera. How am I suppose to get a Christmas card picture?

15. I haven't started Christmas shopping yet.

16. I haven't put up my real tree yet.

17. I am super prepared for Christmas.

18. What's on your Christmas list?

19. I am hosting Bunco Thursday night. If you live in our area and are up for playing, comment or message me. You don't need to know how to play. We will teach you. We need 2 more subs. We can play with ghosts but it is better with people. I promise it will be a good time.

20. I am off to bed. It was a long weekend. Yayy for preschool tomorrow!!

Grey's Super Party.

Check it.<--------------- Yes, click the link.

My nephew's cute party.

Crafts by Bird.

Photos by Hailey.

I'm been meaning to post and keep forgetting

I am setting a schedule now for blogging. I have gotten so behind and I hate it. It is driving me nuts.

Keep calling, emailing, texting, messaging, etc. Stay on top of me about blogging. Thanks.

Gangsta

I was the white girl back in 2003 yelling HOLLERRR instead of HOLLAAAA!

Seriously, I am about as non-gangster as you can get.

However, I went gangsta on my husband yesterday. Not gangster... gangsta.

Here is how the conversation went:

Hailey: "Oh, so we aren't going out to lunch?"

Ryan: "No."

Hailey: "Let's just go. What are we going to eat?"

Ryan: "We have stuff here to eat and you have lots of stuff here that you can do."

Hailey: "Like what?"

Ryan: "Like mop, wash clothes, dust..."

Hailey: "No, you need to get yo ass up off da couch and mop, wash clothes, etc. (clearly mocking him)."

Ryan: "(Clearly mocking me)Get YO ass up off DA couch? Really? REALLY?"

I felt gangsta. Therefore, I have been listening to country music all day so that I will start using words like ain't & y'all.

Country music= crisis averted.

I did, however, look up my gangsta name on this website known as Gangsta Name Generator. This is what my gangsta name is...


Bless my sweet little heart, y'all! I don't think that gangsta is for me.

ATTACK

There is no other way to begin this post... I was attacked by a chicken.

Go ahead. Laugh.

If it was you, you would NOT be laughing. In all honesty, I can laugh now but at the time of the attack... I was screaming like a baby. Seriously. Imagine that... me screaming, saying cuss words, and doing karate moves.

Let me set the scene for you.

I rode over to my BFF's house. She has a pond and a little green shed. Perfect backdrops for the pictures I was taking.

Caroline fell asleep on the way so when we got there I told Emma to sit tight and I would be right back. I hopped out of the car to survey the little green shed.

That's when I saw it. Chickenzilla. This is the monster of chickens. I'm talking if I killed it, we could throw it on the grill and feed a small army.

Anyway, the chicken was obviously not happy that I was there. It began to run towards me.

"Don't run Hailey. DO NOT RUN!" I thought to myself. "The chicken will chase you and it will be all over then."

I politely asked the chicken if I could go back to my car. No such luck. Reasoning with a chicken is like reasoning with a 2 year old... it doesn't happen.

"WTF am I going to do? I have got to get back to my car before Bug starts freaking out."

5 minutes pass. The chicken is making that loud chicken noise and spreading its wings.

I said lots of cuss words and slowly turned to walk away. The chicken followed... as did more cuss words.

I finally made it to Arrin's moms house in hopes to find her brother (they are his stupid chickens anyway). Nope. He wasn't home.

I tried to get the dog to follow me and protect me. Nope. The dog was smarter than that. He knew that the stupid chicken would attack him instead. So, I grabbed a random shoe that was on the porch as my backup.

Now, it was just me and my weapon (a shoe) against a monster chicken.

I slowly began to make my way back to my car. I made a big circle around the backyard. The chicken followed my every move... spreading his wings and neck feathers and such all along the way. Stupid chicken.

He cornered me next to a small tree. He spread his wings and began flying towards me.

What was I suppose to do?

I kicked it. I kicked the chicken. It was more of me just putting my boot out and the chicken flying into it rather than an actual kick. (Yes, PETA people. I semi-harmed a chicken. If you don't understand, you must have never been attacked by a monster chicken. Come to La Grange. I'll show you one.)

After the "kick", I threw the shoe at it and ran. I ran as fast as my little legs and sweet cowboy boots would take me.

I made it to my car in one piece. As I sat there breathless with the sound of an angry chicken in the background, I said a little prayer thanking God for letting me get away. I also think it is pretty sweet that I have broken in my cowboy boots a little more because a chicken flew into them.

I drove away from the scene with an extreme fear of chickens but a sweet pair of roughed up cowboy boots. I'll call that even.



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Here is a picture of the chickens. The one closest to my side mirror is the attacker...


I look forward to the day I get to eat you Chickenzilla. My husband has big plans to cook your up nice and crispy just for me. Peace out!

YOU choose the caption

My OCD

Last night, I got into bed and turned the TV on. I can't go to sleep without the TV on. It's my thing. It drives Ryan nuts but whatever. He will eventually get over it and I will eventually get over the way he brushes his teeth.

Anyway, Kathy Griffin's Whore on Crutches was on. Of course I stopped to watch it. Kathy Griffin is hilarious and I love her.

She did a segment about The OCD Project. I have never heard of the show. She was describing this woman who was always scared she had run someone over. It was one of her OCD tendencies.

Do you know what?

That is one of mine.

After Bunco last night, I dropped a friend off at her house. I was coming out of her neighborhood and went over a bump in the road. I had to turn back. Yes, I had to turn my car around and make sure it wasn't a person. Now, knowing that it was just a bump... when I hit it again, I had to turn around once again and drive back through to make sure it wasn't a person.

After the second time, I finally made myself leave the neighborhood.

As crazy as it sounds, I think I am semi OCD.

When I tee-tee I have to wipe the seat afterwards... even when the seat is clean.

I can't shut the door behind me if we are leaving for the weekend. Ryan has finally learned that it is just easier for him to shut the door. If I have to do it, I will stand there and check the door knob and push on the door until I am satisfied. It could be 3 times, it could be 25. Until I am satisfied, I will not leave that door.

I have found that most of my anxiety comes at times when we are leaving the house for more than just a few hours. I will stress for at least an hour during the ride about the stove, dryer, dishwasher, door, refrigerator door, etc.

I can't just open and close the refrigerator door. If I open it for any reason, when I shut it back I will reopen and shut it until I am satisfied that it is closed.

I think I have typed about these OCD actions and anxiety before. The older I get, the worse it becomes.

I do good to cover it up. Ryan doesn't even notice a lot of the things that I do. Maybe he does and is just so use to it that he lets me do it. Haha!

I don't have an obsession with washing my hands which is weird because a lot of people with OCD do.

I do however have a strange obsession with light switches. If I have to turn a light off, I will stand there with my hand on the switch, pushing down to make sure it is off, until I am satisfied that it is off. I don't do the usual "on and off" game that a lot of people with OCD do. Thank goodness we mostly have lamps in our house. I don't have to use light switches often. Ha!

Am I crazy or are these things normal?

Gosh! I have a kid with a black tooth, a kid who can flatulate on command, a husband who brushes his teeth weird, AND I'm an OCD nutjob! I live the dream life, people. Be jealous. ;-)

Tooth

My kid has a black tooth.

Ok... it is not BLACK but it is getting there.

It is sort of a grayish color that seems to be getting darker.

If you know Emma, you know that she needs a helmet. I mean seriously... the kid can't walk in a straight line. She walks into things. Falls for no reason. She can trip over air. No kidding. The girl has issues. She is super duper accident prone.

Back to the tooth.

She must have hit it on something.

I think it is dead now.

We have an appointment with a pediatric dentist who I'm sure is going to be terribly expensive.

I'm sure he is just going to tell us that the tooth is dead and there is nothing they can do about it.

***In the meantime, we are letting Bug walk around barefoot, with a rust stained wife beater, a bag of Cheetos, a 2-liter Mountain Dew, and a pack of Marlboro reds tucked in her cleavage. The black tooth just adds so much to the whole picture.

***=This is only a joke. We would never let our children do such things. Please do not be offended by any of the above comments.

WORD TO YA MOTHA

This is post 700!

WORD!

Now, if only I could catch up on photo edits.... I could actually blog again.

I have a list that is a mile long of blog posts.

I will get around to writing them... just don't hold your breath.

Peace out.