The long overdue picture post... I don't think I've posted pics in a while... for your viewing pleasure...

Max takes it and keeps loving us... I give you... Mother Max. Sometimes Ellie thinks Max is her baby. Apparently she thought he was cold.
Max, tenderheart and love-a-lot bear napping...

I gave a woman I work with 2 pack-n-plays cause one of her daughters has 5 (or 4?) kids in a 2 bedroom apartment and some were sleeping in the living room... we have 4 pack-n-plays between my parents, sister and I... for one kid, Ellie. I thought her daughter could use them more than me... so in return she hand made Ellie this doll... which you can see she loves. Am I the only one who see's an odd resemblance?
Our weekly get together with the girls... Jess, Nora, Tanya and Hunter... Ellie and Hunter are so totally into being princesses...
Wardrobe change! Ellie and Nora
Greg was the best man in his buddy Hunter's wedding this weekend... It was at a really cool place in the twin cities... outside and a bit chilly... but the ceremony was short so we were inside in no time! (and thank god for that cause Ellie decided to take a big crap right in the middle of the ceremony). The bridesmaids wore a really cute orangish colored dress... perfect for a fall wedding. You know... I don't think I have a picture of the bride?! Go HERE!
Ellie and her godfather Hunter the groom... I think this is such a cute picture!
Ellie enjoyed the chocolate fountain!
Time to get these darn shoes off...
We have been busy, busy, busy. Working, playing, rearranging our house, cleaning... I'm pooped and need some sleep.

I'm so happy I'm in tears! My oldest friend (she's the reason I started my own blog) in the blogging world just had twin girls. They are so angelic and beautiful! I'm so proud and happy for her. Congrats Chas. You guys did a beautiful job.

I don't even have to do a post about why I believe Obama should be president. I think McCain/Palin are slowly (or maybe not so slowly) taking care of this all by themselves.

This Letterman bit cracks me up. You seen it? It is entirely worth the 9 minutes 11 seconds it takes out of your busy day.

what do you call yours?

I changed Ellie's diaper tonight and she pointed to her vajayjay and told me it was her "giny". I was so caught of guard I said, "your giny"? and she said "yeah! my giny"! in the happiest most proud little voice, like she was showing me some art project she'd done that day.

I asked her who told her it was called her giny and she said our daycare ladies name. Which, by the way, is totally fine with me. It actually cracks me the eff up.

Hearing your 2 year old talk about her giny is hilarious.

I just sat down on the floor next to Ellie's bed to read our usual 2 books before bed... usually she sits in her bed but tonight she crawled into my lap. I started reading "Dear God"... she was being kinda squirmy... she gets up, grabs her B (blankey) and covers my lap then sits back down. This was her subtle way of telling my my legs are prickly and I need to shave.

So not in the mood to blog lately. No reason really. I need a vacation. A mommy only vacation. A day at a spa. All. By. Myself. Get my hair cut/colored. Get my toes and nails done. Get a massage. Get waxed (tmi? sorry). Sip a beer margarita (ok, probably not served at a spa... but this is my dream, ok). Read a book. Peace and quiet. No one asking me for ANYTHING. I'm stressed at work. Stressed at home. Stressed in general. Need I say more?

I'm watching the Locator right now on the WE channel and am crying like a freakin baby!! Good grief!!

bottom of the barrel

This is an email I sent a few of my friends today... I rarely talk about work on my blog... I'm not sure it is an appropriate place and I'm not always certain who reads... but remember if you are reading this and know me in real life, this is my place, my space to vent.

I just can’t work with people who don’t do teamwork. I am at the bottom of the hierarchy here and it is made WELL known. When a worker above me offers to do something nice to help me out… they are told their time can be better spent and that they don’t get paid what they do, to do that kind of work (whatever it is they were doing to help me). So how do you think that makes me feel?????? When someone thinks they are better/more important than someone else it creates huge animosity. I am tired of being made to feel like shit. Like the bottom of the garbage can. Belittled. Like I don’t matter. Like dirt. Seriously… I’ve been on the brink of tears all day… just trying to keep them in. I’m going insane. I just can’t feel like this every damn day.

Another worker has been talking to me about it… how the front desk is treated like dirt. And she said she’s always taught her kids to treat the front desk staff wherever they are working like gold… cause they are the most important part of the office, keeping everything together.

I’m not stupid. I’m smart. I went to 4 years (5 actually) of college for goodness sakes, I have a degree. I have run a Planned Parenthood clinic. I have run a gift shop. I run a household. So why am I feeling like I’m . that big… and I’m letting her GET TO ME?

Tonight I feel drained, exhausted, beat down and sad. I need some sleep and am hoping tomorrow will be a better day. One things for sure, it's Friday, so that makes it better already!