Give Thanks

I am so very thankful this Thanksgiving, I have been blessed far beyond on what I deserve. There are so many things that I daily take for granted, I am learning to appreciate them more & more.

My Faith: What a blessing it is to know that there is always someone on my side. Even when times are rough and my heart is weary I know that the Lord will come through for me. I am thankful for his forgiveness & unconditional love.

My Husband: My sweet, patient, forgiving, loving, funny husband. I would be lost without this guy. He has been by my side from day one, even when I acted foolish. He has given me two sweet little blessing. He is such a hard worker & expect nothing but clean laundry in return. Even though he does silly things that could drive me mad, at the end of the day my heart over flows with love for him.

My Boys: My little love, I cannot imagine life with out these two (and a 1/2). I hope that I am the best momma I can be to them. I love them more than they will ever imagine. At least until they have friends of their own. I am thankful for their love, smiles, giggles, & every little mess even though I might not show it.

My Family: What a lucky woman I am. I have the greatest family ever. That includes extended family & in-laws. I know that no matter what my momma is always there for me. And my sweet grandma made me the momma I am today. I have wonderful aunts, cousins & grandparents.

My Friends: I cannot put into words how wonderful my friends are. I hope that they are as thankful for me as I am them. When the days are long & my patients are short, I can always count of them for a 'pick me up.' I hope they know that I am always there for them no matter what!

It's amazing, how could I ever be discouraged when I have so much to be thankful for. I am truly bless. I hope that everyone has a spectacular Thanksgiving.

-Whitney

"Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good; his love endures forever." -Psalms 107:1

Papa Steve

Today marks 4 years since Papa Steve went to Heaven. Papa Steve as I often refer to him (because I want the boys to know their Papa even though they may not see him.) is Jakes father. He passed away without warning 4 years ago today. My husband was 23, it is so hard to lose your father at any age, but to lose him so young is more that I can imagine.

We had just found out we were pregnant with Jace & he was so excited. I remember showing him our first ultrasound images and he jumped up quickly and ran to his room & returned with the images. Images were taken when he got his colonoscopy for comparison. Yes, he compared our fetus to his colon, but that was just the kind of guy that he was. He had a personality that I could never explain. He was such a hoot, he would make a entire pie & taunt me with it. He would take it to his room to eat it all & come back out after he had eat about 4 pieces complain of a stomach ache. When he made spaghetti he made enough to feed the county. His life motto very easily been "The bigger the better!" I would write for days about the different stories I would love to share or that have been shared with me. He left a legacy that won't be washed away anytime soon.

Even though he is no longer with us, we still think about him all the time. My husband reminds me so much of his dad sometimes. Just the other night Jakes mom came over late & was leaving. She went in to tell Jake goodbye & he was sleeping. She came out with tears in her eyes, she couldn't believe how much Jake reminded her of his dad.

Papa was a really great guy, crazy but wonderful! Four years seems like an eternity but we will see him again someday. I am certain he will be waiting at the gates of Heaven with a big o' pot of Spaghetti!

All our love Papa Steve!

ManCard Removal :)

I love my husband dearly & we all know that you give a little & you take a little in a relationship.

But there is one thing that drives me C-R-A-Z-Y! I cannot help it... Honestly....

My husbands feet, now before you laugh and call me dramatic let me explain. His feet are horrible, he was a former football player & he is a manly man. He

despises lotion, I often taunt him by giving the boys lotion & telling them to rub it on daddy. I'm certain his blood pressure goes up, he begins to sweat & worries about the greasy feeling that the lotion will leave behind. So his feet are scaley, like a.... DINOSAUR! I know that the dryness has to be itchy. They sweat when he wears boots & smell like death. He digs at this ingrown toenails, & has this ONE toenail that I cannot put into words how bad it is. It is funky, like I gag & heave when I look at it. It is not flat like a normal toenail it is comes to a point, like if you were to look at the end of his toe it would look like a mini pyramid on his toenail. Allow me to illustrate...

It's HORRID! He likes to taunt me by rubbing his feet on me if I sit near him or if I am asleep he will rub his feet on my legs. It really makes me want to go postal. And the ironic thing is that he has a little bit of a phobia for nasty feet, mainly women with manly feet. I on the other hand have very pretty, polished, moisturized feet.

**After writing this the other night, my dear husband was sitting in the recliner complaining about his dry, itchy feet. He picked up a train track that goes to the boys' Thomas track and began to scratch his feet. I almost died!!! He has resorted to scratching his feet with our children's toys. This has got to stop!!!!!

So I have been wondering, what should I do about this problem. Well I am going to take my butt scratching, burly bearded, lotion hating, man card wearing, hillbilly of a husband to get a PEDICURE!!!! It's going to be his Christmas present, it will be husband and wife bonding. I just hope he doesn't read this and kill me in the mean time.

A good kind of two faced

My mother is a people pleaser, she is the one that will smile and do whatever you ask weather she agrees or not. My brother is a charmer, he will get his way NO MATTER WHAT! My husband knows everyone & always makes a point to at least say hello. Me, I am NONE of the above. I am pretty much everything they are not, I am loud, I am crude, I say exactly whats is on my mind & I don't care what others think. I sometimes think I am a peg-legged pirate living aboard a ship (if you know what I mean). But I do know when to be good & when not to sound like a pirate. So here is the run down, the many different "Whitney."

Modesty Rating: 1-5 One being angelic & five being well, opposite

Facebook Whitney: My Facebook consist of people who attend church with me, family member, my first grade teacher & people who don't REALLY know me on a day to day basis. There is also the people that do know me very well too. I try to keep my behavior under control, I try and follow the rule "If you wouldn't say it to grandma, DON'T say it here."

Modesty Rating: 1

Twitter Whitney: I basically only know 4 people IRL on my twitter SO letting it all hang out is what I do best. If I think it... I tweet it, well not all the time. I don't want to be one of those obnoxious constant tweeters. The 4 people that I do know know me well enough that they know to expect the crude comments to flow freely.

Modesty Rating: 3

Blogging Whitney: I have yet to really set off on this endeavorer. It will all depend on who reads this and how it is all taken. I will probably try and filter myself a little, not so "panties have a hole in them"BOLD. This stuff is out there for EVA!

Modesty Rating: Unknown

In Real Life Whitney: Well, Whitney in real life kind of has a birth defect, I basically have NO filter between my brain & my mouth. My brain moves fast so does my mouth. That my friend is a disaster waiting to happen. I am often found with a foot in my mouth & a gaggle of people laughing because they cannot believe I just said that. I recently was the live entertainment at my mothers surprise 50th birthday party. I pretty sure my aunts & cousin had never seen "that Whitney" I may never live that down.

Modesty Rating: 4.5

In Real Life with respected elders in range: I keep my freaking mouth shut & innocently smile. I know better, my grandmother has a stink eye & I refuse to dare push the limits. But my brain it goes 90 MPH with every good thing I could be saying.

Modesty Rating: -4

So does this mean that I am fake? Does this mean that I am not genuine? I can confidently answer NO!! I just know when it appropriate to let your junk hang out and when it is not. If I have something to say will I say it, YOU BETCHA! But do I know when I am going to get in trouble for saying something like "The underside of my utters are sweating." MOST CERTAINLY!

Is this a clothes line, not hardly, but will I try & make this entertaining... I am going to try my damnest! Will you tell me if I am succeeding??

Epic ManCold of 2010

If you have a husband that has ever had a cold then you know exactly how epic they become. My husband could win a Oscar for his role. Cough, cough, moan, groan, waller around in bed as if they are dying. I even went as far this year to refrain from kissing my main squeeze for almost 2 weeks because I didn't want to catch it.

But this year I jinxed myself. Last Thursday after more than enough time for the Epic ManCold to pass I make the mistake of opening my mouth. I walk into the kitchen where the almost healed Man makes his dinner & sarcastically say "Look at me & my A-M-A-Z-I-N-G immune system" then I mockingly kiss my muscles & rub my chest. "I successfully avoided contamination from the Epic ManCold" I laugh and head on my merry way.

Skip forward to Saturday morning when I wake up with what seems like a nagging little chest cold. I start praying then "Dear Lord, I got a huge favor & I hope you aren't messing with me here. I cannot be getting this ManCold, I am Momma & I have FAR too many responsibilities to be sick. Amen" Yes, THAT nagging chest cold has turned into the the EPIC MOMMACOLD of 2010.

That MommaCold, it is in FULL swing, coughing, sore throat, congested chest, you know all of the above. But unlike the ManCold I have to go on, I have babes to raise & dishes to do.

I feel like my hands are tied because I am pregnant and cannot take large amounts of cough & cold medicine. I am very limited to what I can take & that is unfortunate. I am popping cough drops like they are candy & drink Orange Juice like it spiked; all with the best intentions of getting better soon!

Until next time I am off to hack up a lung, good thing I have 2 of them.

5th time is a charm

What is this now the 3rd, 4th, 5th time I have tried to successfully keep up with a blog, only to severely neglect it, then delete it.

So, here goes nothing AGAIN! I really am going to try and keep up. There have been a lot of times I have thought 'I wish I had a blog so I could just write it all down.' Most of those times it has been to complain about something stupid like the latest amazon boycott. Even if it's nothing less than to vent in a appropriate place.

But the key to a successful blog is a F-A-B-U-L-O-U-S looking blog you know. I have only ONE person to thank for that. Neely was such a doll and offered to help a computer illiterate momma out. Let me tell you that momma has some mad skills between her photography, which I admire so much or her web designing (that is not her specialty but she still got mad skills).

Now that I am off on my 5th endeavor lets hope it is successful, at least a little bit. I must get back to those daunting momma duties like put some babies in bed, rouse a sleeping husband from the recliner and oh yeah, those damn dishes!