So

My husband gets to go on a vacation with his best friend this weekend. Must be nice. Sheesh. Truth be told, I am happy for him, as he never gets to do anything fun. Unless you count working and being with me and our children.

Borrrringggg.

So, being the kind of person I am, I waited until today (he left at 2:30) to give him shit. Hey, I could been being bitchy for weeks. I'm nice.

Him: So what are you going to do this weekend?
Me: Just hangin out with the kids, AGAIN.

Now times that by about 10 and you can get a feeling for how our morning was.

He knows I am loathing, so he sent me these last night:

Duh, not helping.

Single Parenthood

I swear to God, some days I know exactly how it feels to be a single parent and...IT SUCKS!! Wade is working soooo much lately and this was the second Sunday where he has been gone all day and night. I took Sydney to church after the service (Grace went with my godparents) to see the unveiling of our new Sunday School area and by the time we walked and walked and walked to see the new rooms my arm felt like it was going to fall off. It really was getting numb. You simply take for granted the, "here you go, honey" factor. There was NOONE to give her to and I couldn't put her down for a good 20 minutes. By the time we got to the car I wanted to close my eyes and the whole thing took just under an hour. Whew. The day was so damn long. Now I know some of you reading this are probably cursing and telling me to cry a f*cking river, but unless you have a spouse that is gone more than he is there, you have to feel the tiniest bit sorry for me. Sure, there are perks to be married to my husband. He is an incredible person. Very sweet, loving and (of course) hardworking. He brings me food home on a regular basis and has never said one negative thing about my lack of homemade food. And when I do cook he acts like it should be on the Deep Fork menu. So really, this is less about him as a person and more about how sucky it is to be the wife of an overacheiving maniac! So really, is there really any wonder why my kids go to bed so damn early?

The 90's

My anniversary has come and gone, but I thought it would be fun to take us through a path down memory lane, a montage of what would be the future Mr. and Mrs. Starr. I'm sure you are now jumping for joy with the excitement!!!!!!!!!!


This first picture was taken in 1995 the year that we met. Dare I tell you that I was a mere 22 years old (Wade was 25!) Don't we look the same! Just kidding, we look like babies.









This next picture was also in 1995, on our first trip to Las Vegas (we went together a mere 3 months after our first date...wasn't I so spontaneous and fun! Just like now! Not!) Once again, looking so young and in love. Take note of my fingernails, they're blue! WOW!! In fact, we are both blue from head to toe.







This picture was taken in '96 when we went to Phoenix for Halloween. I have no idea why I decided to dye my hair this color. All I can say was that I was much more adventuresome then. It's really not my best look.










This picture was taken the Christmas before we got married in 1998. We were looking a bit pudgy and tired. You could tell that we lived in Chicago at the time judging by how pale we were. Also, this was pre-Jenny Craig where I lost lotsa poundage before the wedding.







. And here is the final picture of the two of us on our honeymoon in Italy. I would kill to look like this again (...and I'm sure Wade would too). Note the street, that is actually a 2-lane road that we drove on-- very scary, but oh-so-beautiful.










Hope everyone enjoyed this little trip. I didn't include any photos from the '00's mainly because blogger only lets you do 5 pics and because the focus slightly shifted to the little ones. Have a good weekend!

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Here is a perfect illustration regarding the previous post:

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Deja Vu

When Grace was a baby, around 9 months old, she took a particular liking to my husband, her daddy. This age here:


That's good, you say, and I agree, but let's face it, it was slightly annoying too. If he walked into the room, she cried. If he walked out of the room, she cried. If he left the house, she...well, you get the idea here. It seems that her darling sister has followed in her footsteps at EXACTLY the same age. Our morning routine used to be so serene (okay not that peaceful), but pretty typical. We wake up at 7, Grace immediately gets dressed, right down to her socks, brushes her teeth and then joins Syd and I in the living room for a little Today show. We go in the kitchen, I make coffee, Grace's lunch and then breakfast for us all. Nice, huh. Wade comes down around 8, eats his breakfast and then gets ready for work. All the while, traipsing upstairs for a shower, down to the basement for his clothes, into the kitchen for coffee, etc. This didn't used to be a problem. Grace would usually follow him around the house spouting off stories from school. Now, as in the last week, anytime Sydney sees his face round the corner she immediately starts crying and trying to follow him. He then picks her up and she's ecstatic. Problem: he can't get ready. Grace has to be at school by 8:30. There is nothing I can do because baby#2 will have nothing to do with me. "EWWW mommy, I don't wanna play with her." Birthed her, fed her, changed her, rocked her, etc.etc.etc. and when he's around, nothing, no love. I remember when Grace went through this phase I jokingly told Wade that it seems she doesn't like to do things as a family, the three of us. And now, sadly, Sydney feels the same. She either wants one or the other, preferably the other. OY!