Not that we are all that interesting..

But hey I guess just as much as the next family in suburbia!

Those coming in will most likely already know us but in case you don't here is a quick run-down:

I am a Stay at Home mom of two listed on the sidebar:

"Muirne" is the older of the two. A red-headed firecracker of a five year old with the attitude to match.

"Bardolf" is a blond angelic-looking little boy. Don't let his looks fool you!

"Caspian" is the man behind the curtain running the show but not in the spotlight.

"Lizzard the terrorist" is the furry fury of the group, an adopted Wire-hair Fox Terrier who joined our faily last October. She is the chaser of squirrels jumper of fences and the fearer of garbage trucks.

All in all this squirrelly gang with the guest members make up our life. May our sanity stay intact!

News May Come Sooner Then Expected**Updated

Caspian called to tell me that we should hear some sort of decision on the positions open in the company by mid-week next week. Even as early as Tuesday. As strange as it may sound, we are hoping to get passed by this round. Two of the positions being picked will open up two more that we are really looking forward to. We hope being passed up next week will put Caspian in a greater position for an excellent promotion. Any of you that can spare a moment to think of us, thank you. If we do have to move it would be ideal that it happen over the holiday break from school, though there is a huge, wonderful possibility we don't have to move at all.

Thanks so much for thinking of us!

xoxo,


**Update: Caspian called again and one more position will be filled that will open up another! We REALLY are hoping now to be passed by this round! Three awesome positions will be open if we are able to dodge these! Yea!!

You Know How There Are Like The Longest Weeks Ever?

Well this is one of them.

Caspian is waiting on yet more news of possible promotion. He is an assistant manager now and we have been waiting nearly three years for his promotion. Now before you are all like what the hell is wrong with him that he has had to wait three years, let me just say that there were circumstances (his bosses got shuffled, then one of his bosses did something bad and then his boss that did something bad almost left the company....blah blah blah) that had nothing to do with Caspian but directly affected him, so his promotion had to wait.

Well once all of that crap was cleared up, Caspian could start putting in for promotions. His company kind of does it weird to where you have to apply to be on "The List" for manager, then you "Run" for stores. In a way it is really cool because everyone gets the same chance to apply for anything that comes open. On the other hand, it means WAITING for them to make a decision on each store, which you have about a one in twenty chance of getting.

So you can see my dilemma.

The most recent opening would mean a move. This move would mean being split right between our families geographically, which would be pretty awesome and sad at the same time. Right now we are close to all my family, but that means being about 2-3 hours from Caspian's parents. In spite of moving away from my family we are VERY excited about this opportunity. It would mean buying a house for the first time. We have held off buying because we have always moved with every job change and now with the market being in the toilet for selling we are so glad we waited.

So nutty readers, keep us in your thoughts. We sure can use them this week! FRIDAY COME FAST!!

Oh and I promise a really Nut-a-licious post soon. Today, however I am just too distracted.

I almost forgot my head, but luckily it's attached.

The juveniles have swim classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Bardolf's class is 4:30-5pm then we break for an hour and come back for Muirne's class from 6-6:30pm. I put their swim bag in the locker room before Bardolf's class and leave it there until Muirne is finished with hers. Just one less thing to haul around that we don't have to. Well last week Caspian went to class with us. We watched Bardolf, headed out for an hour, then came back for Muirne's. While we were headed back in I stop and look at Caspian.

KD: "Will you grab their swim backpack?"
Caspian: "I don't see it."
KD: " It must be in the back, or maybe between the seats."
Caspian: "It isn't in here."
KD sighing: "Yes it is, you just aren't looking! Let me look."
....
KD: "CRAP! I must have taken it inside when we went home! Can you go home and get it? Geesh!"
Caspian, shaking his head: "Be right back."
....
KD turning quickly: "CASPIAN STOP!!"
Caspian: "Huh..."
KD sheepishly: "I forgot I left it in the Locker Room like I always do..."
Caspian: "Sometimes I wonder how you make it through the day."

Penis Envy

You know size really doesn't matter. So they say. However if you happen upon my bedroom and you hear the shower running and two people having a conversation don't be surprised what you hear.

Caspian: Hey you want to jump in the shower real quick so we can go to dinner?

Bardolf (Who did you think it was going to be? You pervs): OOO can I take shower wid you Da-a-ee??

Caspian: Sure buddy, lets hurry though so we can get to dinner.

Bardolf: Okay. Da-ee?

Caspian: Yes Buddy?

Bardolf: When I get Big do my Penie get big like you?

Caspian: Uh....

KD: Yep your penie get real big, bigger then Daddy! (*snort*)

Bardolf: COOL!!

Tattoos--there is a reason that tough bikers get them..

...and I probably shouldn't.

I have a tattoo (well actually two, but one is a cover-up of my first--don't EVER get matching tattoos) and I don't remember it being that awful other then mostly annoying then kinda numb. I also must point out that it is all filled in black, about the size of a dollar bill and on my left shoulder blade. Not a horrible place to get one, but not the most comfortable either.

Anyhoo, for quite some time (years people) I have wanted to get my feet tattooed, something for the kids but I wasn't sure what. The tattoo on my back is a hibiscus (my favorite flower) and so I got the idea that I would get some hibiscus flowers on my feet. One on the left with the initial "M" for Muirne, who is left handed. One on the right with the initial "B" for Bardolf who is favoring his right hand.

So after toying with the idea of getting it done somewhat soon, I realized that this weekend would be the perfect opportunity since the Juveniles went up to my in-laws for the weekend this morning. I will have two and a half days to heal a bit before they come home.

So I call my dear Rhi-bananan for moral support and I make an appointment after a consult to have my tattoos done today at two. Well I finally got in about 2:45 which had given me ample time to FREAK THE HELL OUT about getting my feet tattooed. The artists name was Matt and he was really fabulous. He took his time and positioned and repositioned the designs he had made and got to it after asking me this:

"Any questions before I start?"

I had a couple questions, mostly how bad will this hurt and could I run down the street to the mini-mart for a case of beer first. Pretty much having the tops of my feet tattooed was more painful then childbirth. Okay maybe not that bad but I think handing out shots at tattoo parlors should be mandatory. Jut sayin'.

I am truly pleased with the outcome. Here is a peak:

Before:



After: