Confession

Goodness it's so nice to be back. I'm sorry for the delay in posts, but I've been stuck in quick sand and if I were to move even one finger to type, I'd surely have been swallowed whole by the angry earthly muck. Fortunately, Brendan Fraser was out and about filming "George of the Jungle, part 5-The Monkey Blog", and saw me wee little head sticking from the ground, ripped his jungle toga into strips, tied them together to form a make shift lasso and rescued me from certain death.

Or maybe, I just dropped the ball and let my bloggity responsibilities fall to the wayside without warning.

Hi, my name is Michelle and I'm a really crummy blog keeper upper with a vivid imagination and poor blog scheduling skills. You may now begin pelting me with wet noodles, although I ask that you wait until I am standing near a duck pond so that we don't waste perfectly good food and make my greenie friends angry.

Thanks, I'm sure Mother Earth thanks you too.

Speaking of Mother Earth and ticking off my greenie friends, I found really cool trash bags!!!! Yes, I suck. I'm weak and I love plastic trash bags. Actually, they are Glad ForceFlex bags with the Quick Tie feature instead of the drawstring. Seriously, I'm in love with the trash bags. I'm thinking I could make a loverly teddy trash bear so that I could curl up with the bags at night.

What makes them so amazing is that they actually stay ATTACHED to the rim of the trash can without falling inside the can. SHOCK!!! If that weren't enough, they are able to withstand that weird "bet I can stuff one more thing in this trash can without taking it out" syndrome that attacks every member of my family.

And now you know the weirdness that lurks through my mind at absurd times of the night.

I really got on here to catch everyone up on the going ons in our little corner of the Universe, but my hubby cheated and had Saturday Night Live playing on the TV while I was trying to think, and everyone who knows me will tell you that my mind goes about 10,000 miles per second in 6 million different ways and if you add just one more intsy wintsy item, it can completely derail my thought process for days (or at least until the commercial comes on). Um, did anyone else see that seriously LONG sentence that just flew by?

Now it is very, very late and I need to get to bed. Therefore, I shall have to meet with you again tomorrow. However, to help pass the time until then, I'd like to share with you a couple pics that my hubby took of Nathan and his FIANCE, Michelle, from our little Christmas get together (yes, she stole my name and the sad thing is I keep trying to call her by my sister's name).

Nate aka "Natemous Maximus"

Michelle aka "Stephanie, I mean Michelle"

Um, can you tell that Nate and Michelle are very tall people and that Dan and I are very short?

Oh and here's a shot of the Bling!

My Heart Has Been Ripped From My Chest

That's my oldest son Nate and his girlfriend Michelle. Cute aren't they? Well, Sir Nate decided that he's now old enough to break his mother's heart and move far far far far far away (almost 2 miles) into a house with HER. I'm trying REAL hard to let go and keep my nose out of his "bidnez", but let's be honest, that's never been my forte.They actually balance each other out quite well and they seem to be quite smitten with each other. Deep down I know they'll be ok and I really do like her, but HE'S MY BABY BOY!!!!!! He's not old enough to move in with his girlfriend! After all, it was just yesterday that he learned how to drink out of a real cup and say "Mama".

Of course, like most moms, I'd rather they be married than just living together. But hey, he knows my views, and it's his life and his decisions and all I can do is make sure he knows that I love him anyway. Besides, the utilities are in my name so if they get too out of control I'll just have the electricity shut off. MWAAAAAAA HAAAAAA HAAAAAAAA!

Here's a cutesy pic of them in front of their house. I just love how she looks like the damsel in distress. She could actually skin a bear alive, but she's good at letting Nate be her "Hero" (I could probably learn a thing or two from her).

Gosh darn it, they're just too cute!!!

Oh and here's a pic of baby Sam after our little visit to Nate's house where he did a face plant down the steps to the back yard. It's actually healing very nicely and I don't even think there'll be a scar.
Yes, Nate, I'm keeping this picture just to torture you. If you had just stayed at home with your Mommy, then your little brother never would have fallen down the steps. Bad, bad, bad, big brother (hee hee, love you).

Nate the Great

Welcome to today. It’s June 30 2008, the day that my first baby turns 18. Not sure just how it happened, I think I must’ve blinked or something. I’ve been trying to pace my bawling fits in an attempt to elude a complete breakdown. Thankfully he’s not moving out just yet, so that does help a bit. I find it amazing how one can feel the tug of “Empty Nest syndrome” when your house is still filled with the sound of teens running up and down the stairs and toddlers playing. None the less, my little man is a legal man today and all I want to do is hold him and not let him go. His father called last night and he too is having a hard time with it. At least I know that I’m not alone and completely crazy. Ok, we’ll just leave it at “not alone”.

I’m now officially too weepy eyed to type, so I’m going to play with the babies and crawl back into a comfortable state of denial.