*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Merry Christmas everyone!!!




xoxo

Randoms...

~ First of all, if you are in to creative and crafty shit, then check out this link for tons of handmade ornament ideas. A couple of us girls are making ornaments to sell at our clinic to raise money for our Relay for Life team. I know we don't do the Relay until July but we raise money all year for it. I think I might try to make a few of the paper ones this weekend.

~ Speaking of the weekend, my goal is to get most of my studying done by Friday night so I can be creative on Saturday. I think I'm going to make my Xmas cards this year. The one positive things about a divorce? You don't have to send out as many Xmas cards!! Just kidding ~ Pickleman is still very much a part of my life and I'll be sending out cards to everyone on last year's list. I'll just make him pay for the postage if my ass is going to make the cards.

Then again, I may just go the photocard route and decide to get creative next Christmas.

~ I have a great picture of the Triple Threat for our Xmas card. When they are all getting along, they can be so sweet! They were definitely in friendship mode the night I took this photo. I don't want to spoil it for those family and friends that read my blog (which I think might be, oh, 4 people) so I won't post it.

~ I'm hungry.

~ I am doing everything I can *not* to study at this moment.

~ If you are up for something mindless, go to You Tube and do a search on "Friends Bloopers". If you were a Friends fan back in the day, you'll get sucked in to Friends clips for hours.

xoxo

{ In Love }

Meet Dewey.
The Boyfriend's new dog.
Is he not ADORABLE??
He's a Labradoodle.
So soft and cuddly.
Even has puppy breath.
I'm in love!!












~ xoxo~

HI-friggin-LARIOUS!!

My Mom sent this to me. Remember "Elf Yourself" from last Christmas? She did it this year with photos of her, my Dad and my three kids. I watched it a few minutes ago and just about pissed myself. My kids were laughing their asses off with HUGE belly laughs!!

Disco Elves

Seriously ~ Watch it. It's a riot!

~ xoxo ~

{ Cunundrum }

Should I stay home alone tonight with my sad heart and my dark house


~ OR ~


Meet my group of girlfriends out for drinks (I've known them since middle school)??


Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.....


Methinks the girlfriends can kick depression's ass!!!




Why do I have a sad heart?
Amanda.
Holidays can be hard.
Holidays ARE hard.
Couple that with working next to death on a daily basis.
This time of year just seems harder than last year.



Thanksgiving Day plans: Dinner with the family at a country club in the late morning (does that really quantify as "dinner"??, play wii all afternoon long at my parent's house then work at the hospital for four hours.



Crafty Update: Remember that one time I used to scrappbook and shit? Yeah. That was cool.
Actually, I went in to my garage two nights ago and took my scrapbook stuff out of storage. It's been put away almost nine months. I made some super cute xmas ornaments to sell at work as a fundraiser for our Relay for Life team. Even sold a couple already!
I'm knitting again too. I'm off school until next week so I started making mittens for Thing 1. I finished one and am on the cuff of the other. Hopefully I'll finish it this weekend. I would like to make her a matching hat and scarf but that most likely won't happen. Once school starts, I'm fucked.

Yeah.

I said fucked.

*wink*



Now for some photo updates!!














My digi point-n-shoot camera has been out of commission for almost six months so I'm severely lacking on the photos. I'm hoping to send it out to get fixed soon. I hate not having a camera at all times!!! I'm too paranoid to bring my digital SLR to the bar and shit. *wink*


Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

~xoxo~

{ Ugly }

The Boyfriend and I on Halloween...quite possibly the ugliest couple on the planet! I nicknamed him "Beatrice" for the night. I went as a 70s gym teacher, complete with my balls hanging out of my shorts.






Awwww Bea...You're so pretty!!!




Bea was trying to prove her manliness.





The lipstick. The wig. The torn fishnets. Could she BE any hotter??? I love that he did this. He was nervous about going out in public like that but he did it. That means a lot to me. *swoon*


Quick life update:

Work is crazy busy. My part-time job is just that...very part-time. It's actually a casual position at the hospital across the street from my FT job. I pick up shifts when I want to. School is insanely difficult. I'm almost done with my second class. I'm taking a few weeks off before starting my next one so I can breathe, do some Xmas shopping, and just be. Kids are happy, healthy (minus one with a cold) and adorable as ever.

*muah*

~ xoxo ~

{Chilly}

BRRRRR!

I just got home from a 90 minute motorcycle ride. It was not a warm ride. It was in the mid-50s and very windy. I was cozy and bundled up, including my helmet. It was nice to have some fresh air after my stressful week.

I enjoyed looking at the fall foliage while breathing in the crisp fall air through my helmet's wind vents, snuggled up to the on-again-off-again boyfriend (who is close to becoming the on-again type). I know, I know...I have relationship A.D.D.

I hope everyone is doing well. It's amazing what 24 hours can do to your psyche. Last night I was sad, called my Mom crying, sat with my next door neighbor and cried while she also cried...

Today I'm smiling and enjoying the smell of beautiful lillies on my kitchen table.

~ xoxo ~

{Blue}.

That is my heart tonight.

How can I love my job so much yet hate it with every ounce of my being? I work at a cancer clinic. I've been there exactly one year. I love my job. I feel like I have found my niche.

But I hate that I have a job because of cancer.

I hate that I meet these absolutely wonderful, uplifting people every day and know that there is nothing I can do to medically help them. I hate that cancer is killing Moms, Dads, sisters, brothers, grandparents, friends, and strangers. I fucking HATE IT.

We have a patient right now that is in the fight of her life. She is young, has young children, has a wonderful husband...and is in the fight of her life. I'm scared for her. I'm scared for her babies. I'm scared for her husband. I'm angry for her. I cannot stop thinking about her. She's my age. Her children are the same age as mine. She's got a beautiful smile, a beautiful family and a wonderful attitude.

I wish that I could detach myself from the patients like some of the people at the clinic. I can't. Every patient has a story. Every patient is loved by someone. Every patient is fighting for their life. I can't help but get attached to them.

When cancer defeats them, my heart breaks. It breaks over and over again on a daily basis.

I want to drop-kick cancer in its balls.


~ xoxo ~

I got a giggle from these kittehs.

My new favorite Obama picture!!

Cracks my ass up.

I'm going to try this "planning" thing.

Several of my girlfriends have blogs. Being a busy mom/employee/student, I rarely have time to sit down and talk with my friends so blogging helps me catch a glimpse into their lives. I absolutely love blogs for this reason.

Some of them blog about what they have planned for the week, be it activities, menus, etc.

At the end of each day, I feel like I just barely kept my head above water with all the shit I have going on in my life. When I say shit I mean stuff because it's all good. No major dramz, everyone is happy and everyone is healthy. I just need to find a way to become more organized. Therefore, I'm going to write a quick "to-do" list here to see if it helps me get anything accomplished this week. :)

Monday: Work. Call school to add my house to the bus route. Birthday dinner for the Boyfriend at Fogo de Chao. Watch football. Tweak my final paper of my first MBA course before submitting it.

Tuesday: Work. First day of my next class, do homework. Vacuum floors. Clean kitchen. Fold Laundry.

Wednesday: Work. Pick up kids from their dad's house. Hang out at home with kids and attempt homework. Make dinner (any suggestions??). Clean bathrooms.

Thursday: Work. Take Thing 1 to dance. Dinner (again, need ideas!). Do homework. Play PS2 with the kids.

Friday: Work. Lay low with the kids ALL WEEKEND LONG. Do homework, clean the house, catch up on laundry.


That was hard to do!

~ xoxo ~

If I'm listening to country music, it can only mean one thing...

It's FALL baby!!

Pickleman always joked that he could tell fall was in the air when I started listening to country. I only listen to it for a few months and then it's back to my beloved rock.

I heard a song the other day that I absolutely fell in love with. It's called "She Never Cried In Front of Me" by Toby Keith.

I just went searching for a video on it and came across this totally random beauty. It's the song but put to a video featuring Elliot Stabler and Olivia Benson from Law & Order:SVU. I love this show and I love those two actors. I've wanted them to hook up for a long time. This video is just too cool.



:)

~ xoxo ~

{ Ouch }

I was in a fender bender this morning. I rear-ended someone on my way to work. I'm okay and the other driver is okay. There were no other people involved. Her truck is fine. My car is fine...with some flair in the license plate as her trailer hitch made a perfectly square dent in the center of it.

I'm sore from whiplash and I have a seriously bruised ego.

This could have been prevented and I'm really upset with myself. I'm also freaking myself out with the "what-ifs".

I fell asleep at the wheel.

Just saying that scares the living SHIT out of me. I have the most effed up sleep cycles sometimes. I got 7-8 hours of sleep last night but was totally exhausted today. Work sucked last week. School is getting more and more difficult each day. My kids were with their Dad all weekend. I spent the majority of my weekend crying. My brain is a puddle of mush right now and it showed this morning.

I saw my doctor after work because of my sore neck and upper back. Whiplash, of course. She also wants me to have a sleep study done.

Pickleman often suggested this due to my crazy sleep patterns. I shrugged it off figuring it was normal.

My doctor said that I shouldn't be that exhausted if I got 7-8 hours of sleep. I was DRAINED today. Dragged my ass around work until it was time to go home.

There are days when I will sleep 18 hours (obviously, I do not have my kids and I am not working).

I know this is rambling but I'm still freaked out about it and it happened 15 hours ago.

I want my mommy. :(

~ xoxo ~

Oh Dear Jeebus...

The other night, I was putting Baby Booger to bed while Thing 2 (age 5 1/2) was taking a bath. He suddenly yells "hey mom...you gotta come in here!!"

Being a mom, I immediately put down Booger and start cruisng towards the bathroom. As I'm walking in I think to myself "hmmm...whenever Thing 2 hollars for me like this, he's up to something."

I was right.

I walked in and there he was, sitting in the tub with his scrote in hand and up out of the water. He says...



"Hey Mom! I have two little cheeseballs in here!!"


This kid just friggin' slays me with the things he comes up with!!

~ xoxo ~


PS... I added the "Followers" widget to my blog so add yourselves to it!! ---->






PPS... *deleted*

How to put the F-U in homework FUN!

Wear CRAZY socks!!

~ xoxo ~

Homework or Jon Stewart??

hmmmm...


Jon Stewart fo' sho!!









*ends giggling and hopes to get back to homework before it is due at 11:59pm tonight!!*

{ Boogers, Blood and Cow Snot }

AKA ~ My weekend in a nutshell.

I took the kids to the MN State Fair on Saturday night. Pickleman was working at his booth (deep fried pickles) so we stole him away for an hour so he could hang with us. I know he misses the kids when he isn't with them so this was a great way for him to spend part of his Saturday. While we are divorcing, we are still close and want to keep doing things as a family for as long as we can.






I stopped at Walmart on my way down to the fair to buy a harness for Booger. Now before anyone chastises me for putting my kid in a harness, I will ask that you spend one hour with him in a crowded place and let me know if you can do it without a harness. I left the stroller at home on purpose as trying to navigate a stroller in the fairgrounds crowded with 165,000+ people is damn near impossible. Therefore, I went with the harness. He looked so damn cute in it too! I got many compliments from people, many asking where I got it and even kudos from a few St. Paul police officers. They have had way too many missing child reports during the last ten days of the fair and were very happy to see mine in a harness. So there. *sticks out tongue*

*wink*








We took the kids to the different animal barns ~ cattle, horses and sheep. The cow barn is my all time favorite. This particular visit ranks low due to a cantankerous cow blowing his cow snot all over myself and Thing 1.



Side note ~ I saw TONS of kids wearing Thing 1, Thing 2 and even Thing 3 tshirts. LOVED IT! Must get me some...

Back to the cow snot. Dude ~ It was effin' NASTY. Pickleman just laughed his nuts off at us. Thing 1 got the brunt of it due to her height. Regardless, I felt violated. And slimey.

The kids just loved seeing all the different cows. I made Pickleman take a pic of a calf nursing on his Mama. I thought it was so sweet. Cows are too cute!







The horse barn was super boring but we were lucky to see a few hours outside on the streets. Evan has never been this close to a horse before. He loved it but was also a tad scared by how big they are.





After an hour, Pickleman had to go back to the booth. I attempted the kiddie ride area and promptly failed. It sucked. The kids (excluding Booger) went on two rides and that's all I could handle. While they were on one ride, Booger tripped and fell, skinning his knees and getting one hell of a nasty bloody nose. He was crying and rubbing his nose which spread the blood everywhere.

I must say that I was most impressed with myself for I didn't panic. I just walked to the nearest bench (thank you to the couple who saw us coming and got me some paper towels) and took care of his bloody nose. Poor poonum. About 30 minutes later I noticed the blood all over myself. Nothing screams SEXY like blood.

I met Pickleman back at his booth around 9pm. While we were waiting for him to finish up, we snacked on some gourmet deep fried pickles. What constitutes them as gourmet, you ask?

There is cream cheese involved.

Oh hell yes. Gourmet all the way!

Anyways, Booger LOVES condiments. Since the pickles are served with ranch dressing, he only ate the ranch dressing. SO GROSS. What was even more disgusting was the fact that he kept putting his hand in the ranch dressing and then wiping it all over me. I had ranch dressing everywhere from the boobs on up.

As for Sunday, Booger lived up to his name. We were snuggled on the couch watching Thomas the Train when he picked his nose and wiped it on my lips.

Cue gag reflex!! I am very distraught over this. I'm wondering if I can get a lip replacement??

*wretch*


Looking at these photos from the fair, I'm reminded of one of my favorite photos of me, Thing 1 and Thing 2. It's from the MN State Fair in August 2004. It's funny what four years can do to you.

Then:




Now:




Sigh. I want to be skinny again.

~xoxo ~

Let my FIVE day weekend commence!!

My co-worker (and the only other person who can effectively do my job) is about to implode and give birth any day now which is why I took tomorrow and Friday off. I have absolutely loved watching her go through this pregnancy and being in her life at this awesome time. It makes me sad about the fact that I can never have another child of my own again. I can never feel those baby kicks, aches and pains again. *cue tears* This too, shall pass. :)

I had a VERY busy day yesterday. It was also one hell of an AWESOME day.

I worked at my FT job until 5:00pm. Amongst my usual job duties, I managed to start accumulating donations for our annual "Patient Appreciation Week" which is coming up at the end of September. I called ten different local eateries and ended up with 100% success on donations!

At 5:30pm I went across the street to the hospital where I now work as an ER Admitting Representative. It's a casual position and I'm still training for it so last night's shift was supposed to be shadowing. Well, I hate sitting on my ass watching other people do shit so I jumped right in. It was a busy night in the ER so I learned a lot. The question is...did I retain any of it??

When I was done there at 9:00pm, I stopped and had a beer or two with a friend near my house. I was falling asleep by the time the 2nd beer came so I went home and cashed out until this morning.

There is another major reason as to why I was so crazy busy yesterday...

I started GRAD SCHOOL!!! It was my first day. I'm doing it all online at the University of Phoenix. I am getting my MBA in Healthcare Administration. Yesterday was my first official day. :)

I called my parents last night to tell them the good news and I think I really took them by surprise. My Mom sounded so happy and so proud of me. It was so reassuring to hear. Back in January, when I told my parents that I was leaving Mister Hunzer, they were not too pleased with me. Needless to say, these last eight months have been very hard on me because I feel like I'm this huge disappointment to my parents. Hearing my Mom and Dad saying that they are so proud of me and hearing how excited they were for me just made my entire day. I love them so much and only want them to know that I'm doing fine and will obtain this degree with everything that I've got.

As for tonight, I finished my first two assignments for my class. It feels good to be back in school. That part of my brain that just absorbs education needs to be woken up so that my next assignment isn't so hard.

All three babies are asleep and I'm headed there shortly myself. I have tomorrow and Friday off. I plan to catch up on some sleep, clean, do some laundry, study, etc,

I'm just so happy right now. Just full of smiles.

~ XoXo

Picture Update and Weekend Highlights

I took these on Saturday afternoon. You can see just how "smoothly" everything went. Having a toddler in tow craps on the best laid plans. *wink*




















Weekend Highlights:

~ A co-worker got married on Friday night. I headed to her reception after work with The Boyfriend. She looked absolutely BEAUTIFUL. I knew she would as she is just thing tiny young blond thang. I was pretty mellow from the night before (STAIND CONCERT!!!) I just laid low and did my own thing until we left at midnight.

~ Saturday consisted of a trip to Menards for mini-blinds for my basement and a storm door for the front door. My basement was finished a few months ago minus the door and closet door to Thing 1's bedroom. She doesn't sleep down there yet because of that and because there are no blinds on her windows. The contractor that was working on my basement is in prison for cocaine so I have a new guy coming over in the morning to finish things. He's even installing the storm door and mini-blinds for me.

~ Saturday also consisted of the trip from HELL to Target. Why hell?

Two words:

SCHOOL SUPPLIES

I hate shopping for school supplies. It's a GIANT pain in my GIANT ass. Gotta do it though. The kids loved helping me find everything on their list. It's like a f*cking treasure hunt the way the shit is laid out in that section. I managed to stay sane while hunting down the elusive 15 pack of pencil cap erasers and the clear pencil bag with three holes punched in the side all the while hearing "MOM...MOM...MOM" from Booger.

~ Speaking of Booger, he is absolutely IN LOVE with trains. His Dad took him and his brothers and sister to Frazee, MN a few weeks ago to visit with family for a week. Pickleman (formerly known as Mister Hunzer) has a sister in Lake Tahoe, CA who flew in for the same week of Family Fun Time.

Apparently their cabin was by some train tracks so trains were a daily annoyance, err, occurance. Booger would just go apesh*t when he would hear one coming. He even makes the little "choo choo" sounds. It's so cute.

Not realizing this, I had bought Booger a Thomas the Train shirt a while ago. I found it yesterday and asked him if he wanted to wear it.

He couldn't get in the thing fast enough. Kept saying "Choo choo!" over and over again! When we were at Target yesterday for the school supplies, I bought him two Thomas the Train books that nearly blew his mind! The kid is crizzAZZZY!!

~Sunday was pretty laid back. Kids played outside for a bit. Booger and I played catch on the kitchen floor with one of his favorite toys (balls). We did to go Target and by drapes for my bedroom, Thing 1's room and a valance for the boys' room. Tonight I hung the miniblinds with help from Pickleman. However, I hung the curtain rods and drapes by myself. YAY Thing 1's room is looking most AWESOME if you ask me. :) The new contractor can do the rest of the blinds and draps for me when he gets here tomorrow.

Goodnight loves...

~xoxo~

For the LOVE of all that is HOLY...

someone give me a Xanax!!

Why?

I introduce you to Booger (formerly known as the Baby Boy Child).




Pretty damn cute, ain't he? Lemme tell you a little story about Booger. He is very delayed in his speech due to chronic ear infections. I don't know if the fact that he was six weeks early plays a part or not but it could. So could the fact that he is the third child and everybody speaks for him.

Anyways, Booger got tubes in his ears in February at the age of sixteen months. Since then his speech hasn't improved by much. However, he is learning to sign and uses the signs for "more", "please" and "thank you" pretty regularly. He does have a small vocabulary which consists of "hi", "bye", "dada", "mom", "momma", "ma" and "no".

See all the forms of "mom" that he uses? Well, he uses them CONSTANTLY. Not just constantly but LOUDLY. I guarantee you that he has said "MOM" about 25 times since I started writing this post. No, I'm not ignoring him. He's thoroughly entertained at the moment but just loves to hear himself say MOM over and over and over again.

A few weeks ago I took the kids out to dinner with my parents and my brothers. They couldn't believe how often Booger said "mom". In fact, my brothers nicknamed him "Little Stewie".

Why?

Watch and learn.


Click to see Stewie Annoys Lois Video


I kid you not, this is EXACTLY what Booger does to me on a daily basis. I am NOT exaggerating. In fact, when I played that clip, he started up again. The kid is insane!!

I am definitely glad he is using his words but OH MAH GAWD...Xanax would be nice right now.

~ xoxo ~

It finally happened.

I sneezed and a litte pee came out.

~ Sigh ~

*wink*

My love affair with Aaron Lewis is still going strong!!

I know I said I would finish my thoughts on anxiety...and I will...but I need to interrupt this program for two HUGE reasons.

#1 ~ Staind released their new album, Illusion of Progress, today!!! I loved their new single "Believe" and pre-ordered the album so I could get the extra goodies today.

#2 ~ I am going to see Staind in TWO FUCKING DAYS!!! WOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! No meet and greets this time though. ~ Sigh ~ Hinder is opening, then Staind will perform and then I will be in an Aaron-Lewis-induced trance throughout the 3 Doors Down portion of the concert.

Have I mentioned that I *heart* Aaron?

I leave you now with the video to their new single, "Believe". I'm telling you...I could listen to Aaron Lewis sing ALL EFFIN' DAY. Lovehimlovehimlovehimlovehimlovehim.



~ xoxo ~

~ Anxiety ~

a.k.a. "Panic attacks" and "freak outs".

I call them weekly blips in my day-to-day life.

Others call them a moment of weakness, a cop-out and a made-up disease.

Franky I'm tired of them (the attacks) and them (the attackers who seem to think anxiety can be easily controlled). Damn ~ sorry for the bad grammar there. I'm too tired to fix it.

I've dealt with anxiety problems for my entire life. My first anxiety attacks that I can remember started when I was a kid, maybe 7 or 8 years old. We had just gone through a fire safety course at school. When I went to bed that night, I started worry about my parents and scared that they would die in a fire. Then it was just being scared that they would die at any moment and leave us totally alone. I can remember just SOBBING in to my pillow every night for however long this went on. I don't recall if my parents reacted at all. I just remember the sheer fear that I felt over the potential of losing my parents.

I remember another panic attack that hit me back in the summer of 1994. I was in Sevilla, Spain with a couple of high school girlfriends for our Spanish trip. It was super hot that day and we found some crazy spanish boys that were jumping off a bridge into the water below to cool off. My girlfriends and I wanted to try it. They all jumped off with no problems but when it came my turn to jump, I froze. I couldn't do it. I was sick to my stomach and had to slowly back away from the edge of the bridge. I was shaking and trying my best not to cry.

Here I am now, fourteen years later with much more to say on the topic and many more experiences to share when it comes to AnXiety. I will leave it like this for now as I am exhausted and need to go to bed.

Later Sugars!

~xoxo~

*snicker*

I just went outside to throw out some garbage. We got a nice hard rain tonight so the ground was nice and wet.

I see a frog. (see frog post below)

The Boyfriend is laying on my couch watching TV.

I recall The Boyfriend is afraid of frogs.

I pick up the frog.

I go inside and put the frog right in front of him on the couch.

I giggle as The Boyfriend screams, jumps off the couch and says "get it outta here!!!"

I think to myself that it was a good move not to put the frog on his leg as I would have splattered frog guts on my wall. He would have lauched that mo'fo.

I bring Sir Frogness McLeapster back outside and set him free in the cool wet grass.

I scold myself for not videotaping The Boyfriend's reaction.


Wuss.


*wink*

A weekend of family, friends and chicken shit.

Two weekends ago, the Boyfriend and I went up to my cabin for a four day weekend. It was absolutely devine. Soooo relaxing. We left on Wednesday night. Since he drove (my car, mind you), I drank Captain Coke during the two hour trip. Half a bottle of it, to be exact.

We stopped at a shitcan bar about 20 minutes from my cabin. Had a few more Captain Cokes while the Boyfriend had some Beam Cokes and played some pulltabs (didn't win shit).

Jumped back in the silver bullet (aka, silver Chevy Malibu) and went to the next bar which is about 3 miles from my cabin.

We had more drinks, some shots and played some more pulltabs. This time we pulled $300 baby!!

Thursday we slept in (my head hurt!) and then headed to my parent's cabin for some fishing. It was such a beautiful afternoon. We took the paddleboat out and the lake was as calm as can be. There was a loon swimming near us. He'd go under and pop up in random places but still close enough where we could see him. Then a bald eagle swooped down and grabbed his dinner right out of the lake in front of us. Very cool.

We managed to catch some fish, some sun and some laughs. Perfect Thursday afternoon on the lake.







We spent Friday up in Duluth, walking along the shores of Lake Superior. We had lunch at Grandma's and watched the lift bridge while sitting out in the sun drinking smoothies.







I bought some fun little things in the shops, including salt water taffy (YUM) and beer bands that you wrap around your bottle of beer to identify it as yours. Think "wine charms" but with that skanky flair. They make GREAT bracelets too.






We met my cousin Coley and her Mom for drinks around 5pm that night. Coley goes to school in Duluth and her Mom was up visiting. We had a lot of laughs, a few beers, played pulltabs (no win).





My brother, his girlfriend and one of his buddies came up Friday night. We spent the night a local bar playing pulltabs and drinking beer.

Saturday was spent at another local bar for their 2nd Annual Chicken Shitting Contest.

Yes, you heard me right.

A CHICKEN SHITTING CONTEST

There were seven rounds. Each round consists of 30 numbers. When you buy a drink, you get a number. Once all the numbers are sold, the shitting begins. We go outside where there is an empty cage with a grid on the bottom numbered randomly 1 to 30. The chicken people put a chicken in the cage and whichever number it shits on, that number wins.

Since there were seven rounds, we sat our group down at the table and started playing cards ~ A drinking game, of course (P&A for those of you who play). One rule was that whoever said the next swearword had to be the one to scare the chicken in the next round.

I give you that loser:





The next rule was that whoever was the next person to say the word SHIT had to clean up the chicken shit in the next round.

I give you that loser:








(There seems to be a trend here people).






The last rule was that whoever WON the game and whoever LOST the game had to have a DANCE-OFF to Right Said Fred's "I'm Too Sexy". I don't have photos of the winner and loser but the winner is typing this entry right now and the loser was her brother. I thought my Mom was going to pee her pants when she was watching us and our "dance-off".

At least it wasn't a "pants-off dance-off" cuz, uh, that would be weird.

We spent Saturday night around the campfire, shooting off fireworks here and there, drinking beers, listening to country music and chatting the night away.

Sunday was time to go home.

A much needed respite from this crazy eff'd up world.

I loved every second of it.



~ xoxo ~