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Check out the new merchandise! Hurry Christmas comes soon!

Don't be afraid!

I have a new blog. Don't worry this one is staying here. The other blog is for my paranormal research society that I recently started. If you want to follow it as well it is http://www.wncprs.blogspot.com/

Christmas Pictures 2010

Happy Birthday Brittany

Today is my BFF's birthday. She turned 21 years young. She is the most nicest, loving, and happiest person you would ever meet. Today as a surprize I took her 21 balloons with a small bouquet of rainbow daisies.

Please remove all identifying marks

I have to remeber not to wear anything that has any identifying marks. For example, I have a teeshirt that I bought at a Brad Paisley concert. It has him on the front, of course. I went to burger king and was accosted in line for my beloved Dr. Pepper. The man was mildly insane and asked me if I liked Brad Paisley then proceeded to play air guitar.

A few nights later I'm wearing one of my husbands old military chief shirts. I go to KFC and another person rapes my personal space and asks me if I was in the military. I answer yes and walk away with my tray.

Another time I was wearing a shirt that says silence I kill you. Jeff Dunham. This guy reminds me that Sam Kinison (sp?) Died of an overdose. How that had anything to do with what I was wearing I have no idea.

Lastly I have a pirate girl sticker on the drivers side window of my car and twice someone has said something to the effect of arrrgh a pirate girl.

I generally enjoy the company of strangers. But why must they talk to me?

Porn is not allowed at work

Jim wants something special for Christmas this year. Its not something that we particularly need but he somehow thinks this item will save us money in the long run. I told him there was no way I was going to purchase this item. Of course I'm going to. I think its a good idea.

So today I went to google to look up Black Friday ads since I have that day off of work I get to go shopping. I couldn't find what I needed so then I did the unthinkable. I immediately knew the error of my ways in the instant that I typed in "sausage stuffer" to the Google search bar and hit enter. With a feeling of sheer terrior I screamed in fear inside my head that slow motion nnnnnooooooooo!!!!! But there was no turning back. Slowly as I watched the green progress bar finish its trip to the end of its destination the porn pictures arrived on my 20 inch computer monitor. I was able to shut down the entire computer before anyone noticed which was a little drastic since all I needed to do was close the window that was open.

I have learned my lesson. The moral of this story is be sure to use safe search when entering Christmas lists into a google search!

This is my tribute to Dr. Pepper at my desk at work. It is our mascot during tax season.

Homeland Security Anyone?

I had asked the girls what they wanted to be for halloween this year. Trista said she wanted to be a princess with her frog prince. Ana chose a vampire and Lani wanted whatever Ana wanted.

Me being mom vetoed these ideas under the assumption that they were typical halloween ideas and I must come up with something different.

I had an idea that would change halloween forever for the Hill family. Jim and I were going as NCIS agents complete with hats and fully automatic weapons. Ok airsoft guns but it was all the same. The girls got to be part of my sick and twisted idea as well. They were going as terrorists.

My friends and I bought all the required definately offending gear. Camo thermals, sheets, molding clay for the C4, wires, and of course kitchen timers, and even duct tape after exclaiming loudly through the store that we needed it for the BOMBS. My friends informed me that perhaps I shouldn't say that in a store. We worked tirelessly through the night and we finally had a finished product. (See picture)

All this for one night of fantastic candy and strange giggles from the real police officers.

Pumpkin Festival

Every year there is a festival called the pumpkin fest. The kids have a great time and we get to walk with them until they are too tired to move. The two small girls rode a pony and everyone had some ice cream. It was a good time had by all.Then we came home and got in to the pumpkin carving.

Up close of my carving.

Lani with the black cat she chose.

Trista with the purple butterfly she made very clear that she wanted.

Ana getting her autumn leaves, but I forgot to take an up close pic of it. Yeah, mom of the year again.

Trista, not quite sure if she is going to enjoy the ride or not.

Looks like she loved it.

Pinata that a friend made.

Another pinata

Trista with her ice cream.

Jims pumpkin is on the right and mine is on the left.

Up close of Jims carving.

Morning Bliss = Angry Husband

I work the night shift. Mornings have never been my thing. I generally do not get to bed until well after midnight which means that if I am awake before 9 am beware of the mommy. The hubby has YET to be able to get the oldest child ready for school without waking me. He was recently let go from his cake walk job at crummy job place so now he is a stay at home dad which makes me the bread winner so to speak (he gets a retirement from his 25 years in the Navy but its only enough for the house payment and a car payment. My check covers everything else.) Therefore it is hubbies job to get oldest child to the bus stop and come back in time to get the other two out of bed and fed and dressed without noise. This does not happen.

This morning I woke to my smallest child calling for me at 7 am, the butt-crack of dawn apparently because the sun was not shining, it was completely dark. This means that winter is around the corner bringing snow, biting cold, long walks up my iced over driveway because the dang SUV I bought is not a 4x4, and of course tax season!

Dreading all of this in the course of two minutes the small child calls for me again. I decide to get up and go get her, perhaps I can coax her into coming back to bed with me? So, I make the LONG trek to her room which is across the house, noticing that hubby is sitting on the couch playing on his computer, oldest child is in the bathroom staring at herself instead of brushing her teeth, and small toys litter my house like small bombs that will rip a foot apart on an unsuspecting mom who is barefoot as she walks through the house. Hubby ignores small child and me as we finally make our way back to my room to lay back down.

Mom and small child fall back asleep together for another two hours. It was a beautiful morning. I got up and got both of my girls dressed I was happy because finally I got some sleep. The hubby had left the house without saying more than two words to me. Once they were dressed the girls headed off to Mamaws and Papaws house to find daddy. They found him and he came back to the house with them, grabbed his keys, and left in the truck, still not a word to me.

I am not sure why he was and still is angry at me today. At least my house was nice and quiet before I left for work putting me in an amazing mood. I wonder if the silent treatment will continue once I arrive home again?