Remember young love? My daughter has been bit by the "crush" bug

   First of all I want to thank all you people for your comments yesterday on my daughter's botched hair job. It means a lot. Apparently everyone has been there. Thank goodness. That makes me feel better that I am not the only mother that this has happen too. Whew!

   

Image obtained through Google Images. :)

   Next up, I want to take you back to young love. (Mainly because my 11 year old daughter likes the next-door neighbor boy who is also 11.) SIGH. Remember those crushes you had in middle school? 6th grade ring a bell? Yeah, I thought so. Let me take you back to my 6th grade year. Uh...If I can remember back that far...
I tried for the life of me to remember my 6th grade year and crushes. But apparently 6th grade was rather tragic for me. I was the youngest in my school and I didn't know where anything was. BUT I am sure I had them. Because every year I was in school there was always a boy I liked. That's how I got through the year.
I do remember eighth grade though. Taylor. And NO, not Taylor Lautner...As if. I don't think he was even conceived when I was 14.  My friend Nicole used to hang out at Taylor's place. She invited me over to meet him.  Well, later that evening I get a call from Nicole.
"Uh, Alexes? Yeah. Taylor is going to be calling you later."
"Who?"
"Taylor. That guy we were hanging out with. He likes you."
"Uh, ok. Thanks Nicole."
Taylor did call me later. I flipped. My stomach was edgy and nervous. He wanted to see me. I told him he could meet me at my brother's T-ball game at the elementary school. He did. We talked. We flirted. We hung out.We did this all with my grandparent's in the stands. I was somewhat embarrassed when he put his arm around me. (For a slight second, not for long or anything.) I don't know...I was all nerves.
Well, Taylor and I dated for about 4 weeks. (Which is probably about a year in middle school life.) :) All the while, my friend threatened to kick my butt if she saw me in school. Because she LIKED Taylor. SIGH.  I was on top of the world for 4 weeks when I was not in school, because a 9th grader liked me.
Sigh.
I remember driving by some boy's house on my bike and in a car (once I got my license) and sitting in front of my crush's house and seeing if he would come out. If I knocked on my crush's door that would be the end of me.
I had no confidence back then.

And now? I have TONS of confidence. I know who I am and what I stand for. I am beautiful. I am funny.
I am me. And you know what?
My 11 year old daughter is just like me. Not the me I was like WAY back when. The me I am now. The confident me.
Yeah. I'm in trouble. I can see it already. Teen Years. How many boys can I date on a Friday night again Mom?
Sigh.
I can't wait. UGH.

Forgive me for posting one more time today, I'm in mourning.

Look at what my sweet 3 year old did today BEHIND my back.

What? You can't see the uneven hair? Wait for it.

Chunks of hair everywhere.

Sweet Buppy. (That's my nickname for my 3 year old.) Why? Why did you cut your beautiful brown hair? I hope the hairdresser can make a beautiful bob out of the mess you created for yourself. I will miss putting your hair up in pigtails.

Please join me in a moment of silence.

My daughter cut her hair.

My WIMTSW post is still below this post. or you can click to it. :) Don't worry. But I had to add this here. My Wordless Wednesday. I truly am speechless. SIGH.

What I meant to say--SICK edition...YIKES!

Hey! How do you like my friend Angel's NEW button? It is no longer shared between NYAT (Not your Average Teen) because she is busy with school and such. So it is Angel's once again. :)
Time to get some crap off of your chest. Here it is. Come join me! It really is refreshing. :)
Ok. I love my in-laws. I really do. I appreciate everything they do for me. BUT when they asked my husband to come up and do some work for them last week, I said, "Great. A couple of days perhaps? No problem."A week later AND still not finished, he has to go back.
SIGH. What I meant to say: "Really? He still has more work to do? YIKES! He needs to stay at home so he can focus on calling jobs and getting applications out there. I really appreciate you paying him for the jobs you have BUT I want my honey home! UGH." He will probably be only a couple more days. Thank heavens. I miss my honey.
When I got sick over Labor Day weekend I wanted to cry. "Are you kidding me? I don't have time for these BLASTED allergies to come NOW...My head hurts, my nose run like a faucet and I sound awful. I just wanna die....."
What I meant to say: " DANG! Not now. Allergies, GO AWAY! I can't be bothered with all this now. I have to get kids up for school, AND make their lunch AND continue to keep the house clean...SIGH. No, I do NOT have time for this!!!"
I have an outside cat now. She whined so hard and got so pissed at us last week for NOT letting her out she decided to start peeing and pooing INSIDE the house....So I got sick of cleaning her crap and sent her OUTSIDE.What I meant to say to my cat: "Really? Don't do this to me now. I can't take this. You are OUT of here." And I threw the cat outside. (No, she wasn't harmed. She just got sent outside.) And I did Not want her back. 
BUT when she came back with her sweet Masky face, staring at me with her cute yellow eyes, I let her in.And guess what?No more pee. She is an outside cat though. I don't want to chance the pee/poo thing anymore.My heart yearns for Masky. But she will be back tomorrow. Because she loves tuna. :)
When I found out Angel got a new button for her blog I got EXCITED!What I meant to say: "SQQQUEEEEEAL! Really? I want to see it NOW!!" *jumping up and down*
Notice how I can turn What I meant to say positive sometimes? LOL. I know it is suppose to be things you are sick of and you just HAVE to get off your chest. Maybe I get too much off my chest as it is. Maybe I don't need WIMTSW.What I meant to say to that LAST statement: "HA! You don't like my version of WIMTS? STAY off of my blog then! No one is forcing you to keep coming back. You will probably miss my wit and charm. But whatever. Leave. I will replace you with more bloggy friends that like me for ME!" *Please don't go! I will miss you too much. I won't talk like that anymore. I'm just playing a part for WIMTSW...You see? I'm all FUN. And I love you all. :)*
Yeah, I'm no meanie. If you believed that last statement, then you must NOT not know me very well. :) I love all my wonderful followers and will be heartbroken is any of you leave. I see you. I'm watching you.
Remember. I have the EYE.The EYE of the Tiger.Yes, I remember our little Facebook chat my friend. Where are YOU? I miss you Tracie. :)

Happiness project--My kids!

I love my girls!

I love my girls! Sometimes I wish all of them were better behaved but they are good girls. And they are mine. The past couple of days I have been struggling with allergies and some days felt like I was going to die. (I kid you not. Allergies suck.) I'm glad I am feeling somewhat better so I can teach my kids all that they need to know about life and how to cope.

  My kids are my happiness. My children AND my husband. Because without him, I'd be nowhere. He is my best friend. We will get through our trials. Nothing is going to beat us. Nothing.

Now go check out Angel's site for the world's cutest dog! :)

P.S. I'll be back for a bit longer posts when the sinus headache finally goes away.

Monday. Labor Day. My brain is on a holiday.

Monday, Monday.
Yesterday I came down with a cold. Either that or I am allergic to Cedar City Utah. Itchiness stinks. My throat itches and my nose is running. I know, I make a wonderful dinner mate right now, huh?

 I know I usually mingle on monday, but due to my aches and pains, I am bowing out today.

And besides it IS a holiday after all. I will be back tomorrow. I promise.

I hope you all are better. Because this itchy throat sucks. Oh and don't forget my runny nose. I can't wait until I am a picture of health again.

MUAH! Kisses and Hugs! Have a fabulous Labor Day weekend!