Pretty in Pink

So, the other day as I was getting ready to go to my bore me to death biology class, someone decided to make a HUGE mess.  I guess it should have been obvious that he was into something, because he hid from me after I told him to get out of the bathroom.  And it just so happened that miss Colee Shay had left her dance make-up on the counter just inside his reach.  Here is the aftermath of Bek putting on A LOT of hot pink lip stick… 

 

 

Baby Brat

This month is baby brats 16th birthday and the only thing she insists she HAS to have is her sister tattoo. My older sisters decided that the four of us all needed to get a tattoo on our wrists that said sisters in Latin (in Latin because it is a continuous infinity sign). Since they got theirs when I was only 16 my mom thought I wasn’t old enough to get mine. She thought I might change my mind in the future about having a tattoo. So anyways baby brat has continuously whined about getting her tattoo for her 16th birthday (until they said yes so she would stop asking about it) and since I have yet to get mine, she is dragging me to get mine done too. However, since it’s her birthday present she should be getting it done first right? Well no, she made the appointments and mine is first and for those that don’t know me...I am a HUGE baby. Just like when my cousin turned 16 we wanted to get our belly buttons pierced and I made her go first in case it hurt too bad then I could chicken out. So on Saturday we are going to get our tattoos but then again we may not because I am a big baby.

Happy New Year

Well here it is, it’s 2015.  This New Year’s Eve was spent with some people that are very important to me…my family.  Although not everyone was blood related it didn’t matter because family isn’t just people that are related, they're people that you love and that love you back.  We all had a lot of fun dancing, singing karaoke, and watching the ball drop.  Here is to the beginning of this year.

Sickness

Well as it turns out first graders ALWAYS have germs.  Since Colee has started her first year of public school it seems that someone in the house is always sick at some point.  And you wonder how many times can one kid get everyone sick?  Well as we are finding out, a million times and in less than 4 months.  As of right now we have 3 sick, very crabby, but still energetic babies.

 

Crab Snack

 Well after the goldfish incident, I just thought that I had everything cleaned up.  Of course, I was wrong; there was another mess just waiting to be discovered.  When I moved, I had the bright idea to bring my pet hermit crab with me.  Why was that a bad idea? Because Mr. B loves to eat EVERYTING, but he especially loves to eat any kind of pet food.  So Mr. B decided that the best entertainment was to have a snack and make a huge mess at the same time right after I had vacuumed my floor and cleaned everything.  I guess, Mr. B  just decided that the next delicacy on his list of things to eat was hermit crab food.  He needed to have a little crab snack. 

 

Cleaning the Disaster

Yesterday was operation: Clean the Disaster.  So my sister and I had to tackle the scary task that included: what was in that sippy cup and do you know what food that is under the couch?  That also meant trying to put all the toys back into the play-room before a tiny could come by and drag them all back out because the house always looks better, according to Spiderman, when “my toy just goes right here” in the middle of the kitchen.  Cleaning the hazmat zone or house as we sometimes (rarely) call it was an all-day event, and thankfully Spiderman was in a good enough mood to play in his room for the most part.  Usually, we are being assaulted with toy after toy being thrown in our direction; however, with Spiderman preoccupied, we only had to fight the battle with one enemy- Mr. B!  Unfortunately, Mr. B always wants to “help” clean.  While this may sound like we have an ally in cleaning, that thought is wrong!  First off, he always trips over the cord while “helping” vacuum which also means unplugging it, or he is shoving things into the hole in the back that do not belong there.  Of course, we just fight the good fight to continue our never-ending task.  Letting him “help” so that the enemy remains happy is our only option, but once it is time to put the vacuum up it is nearly impossible to get it away from him.  You can see how heartbroken he is to part with the vacuum, and yes, we do the cleaning with a shop vac because it’s just necessary at our house!

 Although, I must say the house is looking amazing!   But why do we even try to keep it clean?  Would you believe that 20 minutes after the house was COMPLETELY spotless some little gold fish eating 3 year old crunched up the entire bag all over the ottoman and living room?

A little about me...

So to get started with my first post I thought I would give a little bit of background into my life.  I’m an aunt of a beautiful 6 year old niece who is a total sassy pants, a cute little 3 year old nephew that runs on constant energy, and another spoiled rotten nephew that recently turned 1.  This year I started my first year of college at a community college about 2 and half hours away from my hometown, and that’s the reason I live with my sister and her family.  Oh, but there’s this one thing--- I can’t make new friends.  I am here without any friends, except of course, my awesome sister, but I can’t have that awesome college experience without people to enjoy it with.  Maybe it’s because I am very seriously awkward around strangers that I have yet to make one serious friend.  Or, it could be because I refused to take more than one class on campus, and if people talk to me, I just laugh because I rarely know what to say to ANYONE.  So I decided to start blogging; hopefully I won’t totally embarrass myself like I do trying to get out and make friends.  And so I’m just going to document my crazy journey here, and who knows maybe I can make some friends along the way!