Believe

Christmas break went really fast... Turtle ended up getting to go to Chuckie Cheese the weekend after Christmas.. We all had tons of fun for 30 bucks.. Whooo... So much fun... 800 other kids whose parents aren't watching them.. 800 kids coughing and hacking and spreading germs.. Tons of fun... I knew it was time to go when some little brat came running through and about plowed Miss Gracie over.. I'm sorry but just because they stamp your kids hand with the same number they stamp yours, does not mean that your children should be allowed to run around like you just fed them crack and have given up raising them... People could still slip out with your kids... Seriously, keep track of them... Even if you aren't concerned about someone sneaking out of there with your kid (and based on how your kids were behaving, you're right... probably not too much to worry about there.), at least keep track of them, so that I'M not waiting for you in the parking lot, ready to hash it out because your unattended monster about plowed my kid down... AND DO YOUR KIDS NOT KNOW HOW TO WALK INDOORS???? (ok... well my kids don't know how to walk indoors, seeing as how I've lost my breath saying WALK!!!, but they at least know to walk in public..) But anyways, The kids had fun... except for me ruining their lives by not allowing them to get in the tube slide... My explanation of NO WAY are you getting in that habitat for germs, didn't stop them from begging me every 5 seconds.. Yes... I cannot wait till we visit there again...

Christmas day came and went... As far as Christmases go it was good.. Actually seeing as how I got the ENTIRE collection of I LOVE LUCY, it was awesome.. It has been non-stop Lucy here since Christmas... Miss Gracie loves her... Turtle just cries and begs me to watch Oprah or anything else... (I rarely ever watch Oprah so I'm not sure what he's talking about).. Miss Gracie in fact has big plans for her and Lucy... After Bob and Turtle turned Lucy off, and started playing PlayStation, Miss Gracie started yelling about how when she gets big she's getting a house, with a bedroom, a bathroom, a kitchen, some walls, a table and chairs and she's going to watch LUCY all day long and no one is EVER playing games at her house.. Turtle got tons of transformers, a skateboard (with extra pads.... According to Bob, who had no clue that they were wrist pads... Geez... Now There's a kid who rode a bide without a helmet and crashed one too many times)...............

See what I mean... This was Bob's favorite Christmas item... You should see him do an impression of a bush... Very exciting and extremely lifelike... Do I really have to claim him???

Everyone got costumes for Christmas... Except me... (Tear....) Turtle can choose to be HULK or IRON MAN... Both are equally obnoxious (meaning loud, and only meant to pester his sister... That boy does love to terrorize her), and Both surprisingly sound alike.. The kid only has one superhero voice... A mix between a growl, and sandpaper.. Miss Gracie got tons of dress up clothes... Isn't she the most beautiful Barbie Mariposa ever??? It ended up being her Christmas dress as we traveled around to the IN-Laws, My Grandma's, and My parents house.. She even wore high heels and everyone was impressed with her balance.. (Maybe she's outgrowing the klutzy stage??? One can hope..)

I went back to the doctor for MORE tests... Yes MORE... Apparently the first 95 liters of blood they took from me weren't enough... (Ok... that might be a slight exaggeration)... There were only two vials of blood taken this time... One of the new test being done is ENA... Apparently my results from the ANA test were low, so this was suggested as a followup... Lets hope they figure out something soon, because it's been 3 months since the last miscarriage, and I'm not getting any younger... TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK... Do you hear it too???

And here's some news... You know how I'm always going on about how my sister B. has the best most beautiful wrists ever??? (Well I may never have actually said that, but I'm sure I thought it and meant to say it..)I mean the girl should have been a wrist model... Seriously amazing wrists... Perfect color, smooth, small... She should have been modeling bracelets in catalogues... SO IMAGINE how horrified I was when she called and said GUESS WHAT I GOT... Lets just say I took three guesses and guessed wrong, and then she spilled the news... A tattoo.... A FREAKING TATTOO on her beautiful movie worthy wrist... She then drove over to show me (Lucky me huh??) I was pretty convinced it was fake (well my head was, but my stomach wasn't, I thought I was going to puke.) Bob pointed out the bubbling of the skin, the redness, and I lost all sense of cohesive thought after he backed up Aunt B.'s story that it was real..

I think I might have started shrieking at her.. (I'm not real clear on that..) I know I ranted and raved about how that was going to be on her FOREVER... Then I called Aunt M. to ask her what she had been thinking to allow B. to do that.. (B. had been staying with Aunt M. over break) Aunt M. and I decided that her friends (who DID not go through with their tattoo's) were bad influences.. We decided Aunt B. must be feeling neglected.. I vowed to love Aunt B. like she's never been loved before, and offered to enroll her in indoor soccer.. I promised to come to all of her games.. She declined that offer... She also pointed out how when I was her age I went through a piercing phase... I shot down that argument.. I mean for one thing piercings ARE not permanent.. My eyebrow ring, bellybutton ring, and tongue ring.. Are long long gone.. Hers will never be long, long, long gone..

She came over the next day and even though I had said she could never show my children, I changed my mind.. Turtle just looked at it, and looked at B. unsure what to say.. Miss Gracie was more vocal... "EEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWW" she said... (I loved that response...) Aunt B. asked her what she didn't like about it, she even pointed out the heart dotting the I.... Miss Gracie examined the heart, Told B it would be better if it went all the way up her arm and then said that when she Grew up she was getting "PEE with a Heart.." ( I did not love this response like i did her previous one)

PEEEE???!!! I was all confused... Envisioning my daughter with PEE written on her arm, with a heart to make it beautiful... Till Aunt B. informed me that Miss Gracie wanted a P (as in her initial) and not as in bodily function... Not that that made it any better... I told Aunt B. that she should have gotten a tattoo like Phoebe on friends did (Remember the pinprick she said was the world and how her mom saw her from heaven??)

And This little rebelliousness of Aunt B.'s is creating quite a stir... At Kroger Miss Gracie wanted a tattoo out of the machine to be like aunt B. (She is currently sporting wonder pets on her chest.) And Bob is saying that seeing Aunt B.'s "tat" (as people in the know call them) makes him want one even more.. (I've got it covered, because I'm moving out if he gets so much as an ink dot, or so I've threatened.) There will be NO defacing of the body on MY watch... By anyone.. (well I might relent and allow Bob to get Desirae's Property written on his forehead.)

But you better BELIEVE that if B. comes over here with another tattoo (I've heard from numerous sources that they are addictive) then hell will freeze over, and she won't be able to sit down for two weeks.. BELIEVE that B....