First off, I don't need PETA all over me...I don't hate on you for wanting to save the snakes so don't hate on me for wanting to skin them.  As you might have assumed I HATE snakes and lizards and am terrified of them as well. Having been bit twice in the last 6 months by a copperhead I feel I am entitled to that hatred. I don't mean jump and scream terrified... I mean throw up and cry, possible phobia! I HATE THEM. Well, the other evening as I was finishing my shower when I noticed one of those little inch/ two inch long clear little ghecko things run across my bathroom wall. I lost it. My first response was to run. Which is unusual because my normal flight/ fight reaction is fight however I just ran. Pantless...down my hallway. I dunno where I was going? Perhaps to Charlie's room to save the girls? Ya know, to save them from the big bad two inch godzilla lizard? I got to her door and realized I had ran and proceeded to run BACK to my bathroom, still...pantless

We spend a lot of time at the car wash. Having two small children, we tend to always need to clean out the car! Crushed up cheerios, random glitter, and piles of bows seem to always make their way with other little odd bits into the floorboard, seats etc...and to keep some minimal sanity in my life, I go to the car wash more then your average joe.  We dropped Charlie off at school, and Cam and I decided to go do our weekly car detail duty. When we pulled up I noticed the amount of birds, and how loud they were. Now, I am already not a fan of the creepy little things. Birds have always freaked me out. Their feathered bodies potentially infested with lice perched on the reptile-ish little legs ...it is just creepy! After the events described below, I feel like my gut feeling about these guys was dead on. Things were fine and we were all just minding our business... until I opened the passenger door. I guess the goldfish were just too much temptation for one of these feathered fri

Five years. Today marks five whole, wild, funny, sad, happy crazy years of being a mom. While that is not substantial time in the eyes of some, I feel like it makes me pretty well seasoned. Three of those five years, I have been a mom to two sassy girls. I was looking back on some journal entries from before I had my first daughter, and was reflecting on how different reality is from the fantasy world we dream up before we actually become a parent. Below is a list of just a few items "pre-mom" Amber said her child would never do, but that since having kids my mind has changed on. 1."My kid will never sleep with me": I did pretty good at first, but then ....well I got tired, and she went from the bassinet , to the bed and she stayed in the bed for almost two years. Go ahead gasp, judge me whatever, but honestly I loved those quiet sweet moments watching her sleep, smelling her fresh from the bath little baby skin, feeling her little body snuggle mine. Somet