I am a open book. For realz

I'm on day 2 of quarantine for the funk which is NOT the flu much to my co-workers relief. I feel pretty nasty so I'm curled up on the couch with my laptop and plenty of catching up to do in my DVR(thank you CW for giving me 90210 and The Vampire Diaries).

Because I'm sick and lazy I decided to let you all give me something to write about. That said please.....inspire me. What do you want to know? You all know by now I'm fairy blunt and to the point so ask away.

Curling back up with a hot vampire this is NOT Edward but is still pretty hot.

A plague upon my house

You know what sucks? Pierce getting strep. You know what else sucks? ME getting strep. You know what sucks the most? Pierce and I getting strep 2 days before we leave for vacation and just waiting for Mallory and Joe to be struck down

Yes the sickie ickies have descended upon The House Of No Sleep. No doubt caused by a goose somewhere. Pierce was sent home with a fever on Wed, diagnosis strep. I stayed home with him yesterday, started feeling a little nasty as the day went on so I took myself to the Dr. He handed me my amoxocillan and sent me on my way.

One thing about sick Cammie is that I do NOT screw around with sleep. I took the kids to school today and came home and slept until noon. I sound SUPER sexy and manly today...kind of like my name should be Marge and I should be driving a bus somewhere.

We leave tomorrow for vacation....we are beach bound and I am SO excited to play with the kids at the beach...praying that Mallory and Joe don't get sick in the next few days.

Please excuse my lack of comments these last few days....I was cuddling with my sick boy yesterday and today I'm just kind of laying on the couch feeling all BLAH. Since I have a sick obsession with my laptop I have a hard time being unconnected to the Internet I will be blogging away from the beach while we are gone!

Since I am fresh out of wittiness today I will leave you with a Pierce funny. Yesterday we were at the Dr reading a book in the waiting room and the story mentioned a housekeeper. Pierce asked me what a housekeeper was. I told him it was someone who cooked and cleaned and took care of the house and that mommy wishes SHE had one. His response....We do.....DADDY! God I love that kid.

What do you REALLY want to know?

I'm entertaining the thought of doing a q&a like I keep seeing everywhere. Do I really think I am that exciting? Not so much, however this could be fun. So, email me at thewinequeen@gmail.com or leave me a comment here and we'll see if maybe I cant make it worthwhile.

One rule.....if you have met me in real life....ahem, mommy board friends.....you can't play.....you girls know me inside and out anyways......

Ask away..........

Facebook how I love thee.....

Facebook is my friend. I started with a mspace page a few years back I think it was and was quickly annoyed at all the stupid blingy comments that were all over the place. When I moved over to facebook I was pretty happy to see it was low maintenance because well, I'm a low maintenance kind of girl. (okay, I could not even TYPE that without laughing). I hooked up with a lot of people from my class. Some I have not seen or heard from in years but it was nice to connect and see what they were doing in their lives. Some I don't even really LIKE in real life but it is cool to be a stalker, oh and so show off my token hottie husband and kids.

The cool thing is in the past month I have reconnected with friends that I never thought I would hear from again. One girl that moved away in 4th grade just found me a few days ago. I honestly had forgotten about her but as soon as I saw her name pop up as a friend request I remembered that her mom was my brownie troupe leader and I have been to multiple sleepovers at her house. Another girl was my BFF up until she moved away in 7th grade. We did keep in touch for a few years (remember having to actually MAIL a letter?) but eventually lost touch. I looked for her a few times on facebook and gave up and then she actually found me.

So hooray for facebook for bringing some old friends back into my life, even if it IS over the Internet.....you know....because CLEARLY I have no use for THOSE kinds of relationships.....

Holy Crap....

I skipped a day!!! Whoa! I might even let THIS be todays blog....hmmmmm

cheers

I was thinking about skipping today but then the anal girl in me that has not missed a day yet since I started this kicked in. I really have nothing exciting to add to the blog world as I am packing up for the night to head out to my mom's (the one who is NOT a garden tool) for some drinking festivities. She is having a girly party tonight and guess what...I'm NOT coming home...which means a sleep in day tomorrow...WAHOOOO.

Dont Let the Face Fool you.....This is Pure Evil

I have told you all about my dog that bites here. I figured it would only be fair to give my other dog his moment to shine. Let me introduce you to Stitch. Just like his namesake he is evil. No really....PURE EVIL.

This right here is 4 pounds of rotten. When we first saw him on the breeders website and saw that his name was Stitch we knew he was ours. At the time the kids were in love with Lilo and Stitch. We dipped into the kids college fund to pay for him (KIDDING) and brought him home with us. Something so small and sweet could certainly not rule the house right? Oh wait...I just described Mallory too.

Anyways.....fast forward just over a year. While we truly do love this dog here are a few things that make him a total pain in the ass he could work on.

After a year....he still shits in our house. He has been known to eat his own crap, you know, with the same mouth he kisses my children with. He has not yet learned that Scarlet hates him, and will always hate him, and does not WANT to play. Despite the fact that he has numerous toys, his favorite thing to chew on are the kids' toys and my books. He will take food and possibly a finger right out of your hands at the speed of light and be gone before you even realize what has happened. He eats his dog food from the bottom of the bowl up....getting it ALL over the kitchen floor...He knows when you are getting ready to put him in his "house" and runs like hell so you cant catch him. He begins complaining to get out of said house around 4am. Loudly. What may shorten his life span though is his constant mission to destroy the cats. He thinks he was put on this earth to torment them. He guards the cat door like he is on border patrol and if he even SEES a cat will dart through it to chase them back down the steps. If he suspects they are near the cat door he will fly off of the back of the couch barking like Cujo to make sure they are not thinking about coming upstairs. The only time they get out of the basement is when he is in his house.

A few endearing trademarks are what saves him....When you give him a treat, he runs around the house with it is his mouth growling like a bad ass...cracks me up. When you are telling him how rotten he is he cocks his head to the side like he is really understanding (not so much caring about) what you have to say. Every night around 8 he jumps up on Joe, gets right up in his face and makes these little growls because he wants to play. Unlike Scarlet, the kids can pet him without fear of getting bitten.

He probably could have benefited from some obedience training....hmmm....maybe his Aunt Gina who I know will be reading this will come and take him to doggy boot camp for awhile....

Happy Monday all. Sorry all you get today is a dog blog....that is all I can come up with this early in the week.