Noresund

Alrightie- So things have blown over. Bryan apologized for being such an ass and letting hateful verbal diarrhea (as Kendra calls it) spew from his mouth. The kids seem to have recovered from the trauma or possibly they are just repressing it to later be brought up in therapy. The picture frames are a bit dented but no glass was broken. I didn't end up with appology flowers or a card but it was mentioned that after a camping trip next month a stop to Ikea will be made to get my dream bed. Marriage what a bliss~

Not such a happy post

My husband accused me of being a fucking greedy monster. The definition of a fucking greedy monster would be someone who gets excited about receiving $ in a graduation card. Last week I asked Bryan if he had received a card yet from my father. Then yesterday while speaking to my father on fathers day I told him that he should be expecting something in the mail from us. My father responded that we would also be receiving something in the mail from him. I fatally mentioned this info to Bryan. Then today when my father's card came in the mail I handed it to Bryan with a little too much excitement knowing that a monetary gift was within. Hence him calling me a fucking greedy monster. At first I just scoffed but then I broke down and cried. Does that really make me greedy? A monster? How does someone who supposedly loves you and wants to spend their life with you let such hurtful words roll off their tongue? It makes you think that hey this person really hates me. They think awful things about me. I accused Bryan of being a cruel jerk and then he felt he needed to yell in my face and again reiterate his point. Then maybe because I cut my prozac dosages in half and also because I have been bad about taking that half dosage regularly I freaked out. I had strong desires to hurt myself though instead I made due with knocking down all the framed pictures on the stairwell and repeatedly slamming my bedroom door, successfully scaring Meila and bringing her to tears and also making 2 police officers who just happened to be a few houses down come over to make sure no one was hurt.
So now all my neighbors know that I am a big freak and all blog readers know that I am also a fucking greedy monster.

Happy Fathers Day to my babies Daddy. We love you.

Bjork

An amazingly cool portrait that Marla gave us as a graduation gift for Bryan. See more of her awesome work @http://www.marlacampbell.com//

Anya: Mom, you have a mustache.

Alisha: Gee, thanks Anya.

Anya: Well I am just telling you so you can take care of it.

sea wees

Does anyone else remember these?
I have fond memories playing with these in the bath. My older sister says that I destroyed the sponge but she was probably just blaming me because she could. I am starting to find that Anya will go that route with Mei. But then again it's usually true.
I have stong desires to bid for these on ebay. Then I remind myself how I got got carried away with the Strawberry Shortcake dolls that are currently boxed up in the attic. Not to mention the Garbage Pail Kid cards I recently thought I couldn't live without.

For the past 4 years we have been promising to get Anya a dog. "After we get back from Hawaii'" I said. "After we get back from Italy'" I said. "After we get back from a another trip to Hawaii'" I said. You get the picture. Any how, Twinkie is his name. Currently he is only 3 weeks old , 6 inches long and needs to stay with his momma for another month before we get to bring him home. This is not a picture of Twinkie. But I bet he will look like this when he gets older. He costs lots of money so thanks to Billy Markum for hitting our car and then driving off ( we got his license plate # and a witness) we are able to pay for him with the insurance money .

I love this guy

Mr. Amazing

Finals are finished and graduation is in 3 days. Woohoo! Not for me but for Bryan. Though he is much to adult and mature than his fellow classmates to partake in Senior Crawl festivities '05 ( going out all night and drinking as much as possible so that you have to crawl your way back home. ) Instead he would rather work 12 hours today at 2 jobs, one being the arts library and the other a dead end job in the suburbs making sure Mr. and Mrs. So and So get their king bed, non smoking room and a wake up call at 8am.
I frequently feel guilty that the guy has to work 3 jobs and go to school full time to support and better our family. I feel guilty because I was the one responsible for getting pregnant 10 years ago when he was just ready to get started with school. I backed him into a corner forcing him to make major life decisions. He is Mr. Amazing because he can do it all. Though it has been rough on him he is a honors student (graduating magna cum laude (I don't know what that means but it sounds good), a good provider, an excellent father and husband. Plus he flosses, irons our clothes, and never leaves the toilet seat up.
I look forward to the day that he is completely done with school and in a job that he enjoys.

like a little boy

A very rare situation occurred last night allowing Bryan and I to leave the kiddies at home and to go to a movie TOGETHER! Star Wars was the movie of choice. I was concerned that I would fall asleep so we made a run over to Cup a Joe and I snuck a double cappucino into the theater. Bryan bought me popcorn which I was happy that I didn't have to share with the 9yr old who keeps tabs on making sure I don't eat more than my fair share. The movie was good but the best part was looking over at my cute husband and watching him giggle at r2d2 doing this or that.
By the way thanks to one cool mom Anya has pink hair.