I feel like Cinderella.....

I want to go the party, but I have nothing to wear. You've GOT to check out this party.

There are such great ideas for decorating, and not one of them is mine. But since the party will happen every week for a very long time, I might have a chance to come up with something. Or at least copy some great pictures off of other people's websites. :) Here's what IS on my mantel right now.

No, the gladiator isn't on my mantel, but the Nerf guns are. If he wants to sit there though, I'd probably let him . ;) And a few of these.....somehow no one knows how to put these back in a drawer after church. So go check out the party and be inspired. I'll be here hoping my fairy godmother comes by and gives me a hand.

The Rose Bowl

I went to the Rose Bowl last week. We were given tickets by a well-meaning "friend." It was a Christmas gift and I felt like such a brat because I didn't want to go. I should say that I didn't HAVE to go. Mr. Coffee was more than happy to go with the Fraps by himself, but for some reason I felt like he shouldn't have to drive all that way alone and that he would enjoy my company. Hahaha.

So I brought along a couple friends to read during the game.

And.....

Mr. Coffee says he won't be taking me anymore. Tee Hee.

To My Stinky Brother

Stinky Brother,

Yes, it's Christmas and we want to see you and  your sweet kiddies to give them their gifts. I understand that we saw you less than a week ago and it may be a shock to your system to see us again so soon. Please don't call me and basically ask if it's necessary to get together. I will be offended and tempted to do something nasty to the food you consume at my home.

As adults we have to remember it's not about us, it's about our kids (and their PRESENTS that I shopped for 4 months ago and are waiting under my tree).

Your Loving Sister


p.s. If the dear, sweet girl you married (and has birthed you three gor.ge.ous. babies) ever divorces you....we are soooo taking HER side.

Facebook Addict

I'm a Facebook addict. I admit it. Laundry and dishes aren't  done around here because I am addicted  don't want to clean up anyone's crap anymore. So last night I posted my thoughts on my little status update thingy.

It said....Frat House Mom is waiting for the Dish Fairy to come and clean the kitchen. There IS one, right??? We have Santa, Tooth Fairy and the Easter Bunny. There has GOT to be a Dish Fairy.

I thought I was being all cutesy, silly, funny and that everyone would "get" me. I'd say most did, but I did get one comment that kind of put me in my place. I truely wish I had something witty to say in response, but I don't. If you do....please leave me a comment.

Ahem.... I quote....

"I try to thank God all the time for my blessings, including the dishes. We could be eating on disposable all the time, or only having 1 plate per person. Doing them with a good attitude shows your boys how to choose a a wife who doesn't complain! I try to use this same attitude with ironing too. I have started to pray for my hubby while ironing his shirts. I'm so thankful we can go a week or more and still have clothes in the closet to wear. Once the messes are gone, so are the kids! Savor every moment, it won't last forever.

Here are MY issues with her comment:

1 - Disposable all the time???  (GASP) She says that like it's a problem.
2 - I didn't complain in front of my boys. Only on Facebook. And if I did complain....wouldn't that help them to find a "non-complainer"? I mean, who wants to marry a complainer like their mother?
3 - I do pray for Mr. Coffee - just not while ironing. I need to get on my knees for that 'cause he needs A LOT of prayer (just kidding, Mr. C.)

It's not the first time I've been chided for being my silly self. I'm just trying to keep it real and real Frat House Mom's know that living with all guys (or ANY kiddies for that matter) is a stretching experience and that every once in awhile, ya gotta tell it like it is and be a little transparent.

Gotta go order a pizza for dinner...you KNOW I'm not doing the dishes tonight. ;)

Beano

Something you should give the fraps BEFORE taking family Christmas pictures.....just keeping it real....

No Penis

Can I write the word penis on the world wide web??? Oh well....just did.

I was reading another blog of a gal with boys and it reminded me of something Mocha Frap No Whip said when he was about two years old. Two year olds have a funny spin on things as I'm sure you already know.

One day I was in the bathroom (back in the day before the fabulous toilet I wrote about below).  Any mom will tell you that going to the bathroom ALONE is apparently a big no-no because the kids ALWAYS follow you into the restroom or knock incessantly while you're in there.  Well Mocha Frap No Whip followed me in there and decided that he should help me wipe.

Yes, he thought I needed help.

I guess when you're two and everyone else thinks they should help you....well...you think you should return the favor.

So I explained to him I was okay and that I'd somehow manage to wipe myself. 

Then he told me he wanted to see MY penis.

Ummm...not something I'd thought we'd have to discuss when he was only two and certainly not when I was in the bathroom somewhat unclothed.

"Honey, Mommy doesn't have a penis."

"Why you not have a penis?"

"Honey, God didn't give me one."

He burst into tears and began to wail, "God not give you a penis!!!"

I tried to explain that I was really okay that He didn't give me one and that we certainly had enough penises around our house.

I don't think he could hear me above all of his wailing. Poor guy. Traumatized all over the fact that God didn't give me a penis. I'm okay with it though....really...I am.

A Funny Bumper Sticker

Today on one of the parent's cars (from my fraps school), I saw a bumper sticker that said.....

My honor student was breast fed.

You bet I tried to catch up to that car to see whose girls had fed the honor student.  Couldn't catch up. It was a school zone and I didn't want to get a ticket for speeding over that (just kidding, I made that part up).

I'm thinkin' I need a sticker like that on MY car. Actually I need 3 of those stickers. Yup...3 honor students, one set of girls who fed them all. I suddenly feel kinda proud of myself.

Wouldn't Mr. Coffee be thrilled to drive my car to the next baseball practice? 

Just TWO pairs

Mocha Frap  held up TWO pairs of choanies and asked, "Will these be enough for our trip?"

Ummmm.....no, I don't think so.

We'll be gone for seven days.

7 x 2  = 14

Let's try for something a little closer to 14.

OMGosh - it's going to be a long trip.

A busy girl...

I have been a busy girl these last few months since Mr. Coffee was laid off. I've been trying to coupon more often and be a little more crafty with what I have around here. I don't have much around here to "shop" from, but I have pulled off a couple transformations that I'm proud of.  Of course I'll just link up to the blogs where I got the ideas from (because taking my own pictures would be too much work).  There are some wonderful blogs from some very "crafty" ladies - they attempt crafts I will only dream of. You'll be inspired.....

I've made these.....

Just a Girl - candle makeover
Beneath My Heart - tile coasters
320 Sycamore - metallic pumpkins
320 Sycamore - pumpkin plate

Picky

I don't think I'm picky about too many things as a mom, but I do have a couple of requirements regarding school clothes.

1 - They must be clean and.....

2 - It can't be something you just wore yesterday

Apparently I am too picky. You should have heard the wailing going on around here this morning as Mocha Frap tried to leave the house with the SAME outfit he had on yesterday. It was as if I'd asked him to wear a skirt. Oh dear.....

Edumacation

I went to school to be a teacher. I planned to be a teacher since I was in 6th grade. Taught 7th and 8th grade for 7 1/2 years.  Blah...blah...blah...

Because I got a single subject credential, I never had to take the art class that the elementary credential people did.

Guess who needed to???

Me. 

That's right...the one with 3 boys...the one who is up late at night making a doll out of a wooden spoon that's supposed to look like our ancestor who came from Sweden on a boat.  Seriously, the man has no legs or hair in his current condition.

Alright, I was really up Facebooking, but let's say I was slaving over my kids' projects, shall we?

All I've got to say is....I better get an A!!!

I need a lawyer

Strawberry Frap just told me he'd like to speak with a lawyer.  Because I asked for his email password.

Oh brother! I'm just getting started. More of the teenage years are on the way and I'm sure to invade his privacy in many more ways in the future. Many.many.more.