How do you spell victory?

It's Monday night at the House of Cline and we decided to have family game night outside. We busted out the golf clubs, the long boards, bikes, and the playground ball. The oh-so-important playground ball. The ball that 10 minutes prior my husband had been threatening me with...that's right...threatening to kick my trash in a rousing game of FOUR SQUARE!! HA! Who plays that anymore?! That's so totally elementary school...We're grown adults...Who am I kidding. We were gonna have a battle. Much to my sugar boogar's disappointment the ball was flat....so we had to resort to plan #2. So what's plan #2?

ahem...pogs. Yeah, I said it. POGS FOOL! It was on like donkey kong. We busted out the pogs and prepared ourselves for all out war. It was a tense 20 minutes....sweat dripping from our brows. But alas, there had to be a champion....How do you spell victory? A-L-I-C-I-A!!! That's how! Bow chicka bow wow! It was a close match. I have the pictures to prove it. But victory was mine, and oh how sweet it tasted! Too bad we're playing four square tomorrow...he's totally gonna kick my trash! That's what happens when you're hubby's 6 foot 3 compared to my staggering 5 foot 2. I don't stand a chance, don't tell him that though! Oh yeah, the kids had a blast too!

The yin yang slammer that led me to VICTORY!

Our array of pogs...totally rad!

That's my "Come here Sucka!" face
The final verdict....mine's on the left...booya!

Who??? Meee???!!!

Oh, you shouldn't have!! But I'm so frickin glad that you did!! My girl over at Orange Juice gave me this sweet award....tear. sniffle....She is the raddest gal who is completely devoted to her family. She is an amazing mother and does some of the coolest activities I've ever seen with her adorable son. Check her out!! We can all take notes from this one woman wonder! Thanks girl....I looooove you! This is a very sentimental moment for me....my first award! Now to pass on the blog love....



Rules of the game:
1. Accept the award, post it on your blog together with the name of the person who has granted the award and his or her blog link.
2. Pass the award to 15 other blogs AS MANY BLOGS AS YOU WANT, that you have newly discovered. Remember to contact the bloggers to let them know they have been chosen for this award.


So here are my new faves!

1. Dirty Laundry....she is flippin hilarious!! anyone in need of a good laugh needs to check her out! her storytelling is fantastic!

2.Buried with children ...she is a mom of multiples that always has something fun to share! and her kids are just too cute!

3. Suburb Sanity...i love this blog! she always has the funniest pictures on her blog!



There are so many more blogs that I do so adore so check back later because I'm gonna toss out a couple more!!! Many thanks to all the great people who come check out the blog and leave all those fun comments! You guys have made my blogging experience so fulfilling! Man, I'm getting all mushy...And don't forget...BACHELORETTE TONIGHT!! I can't wait to post and compare notes with everyone! WHO HAS THE GIRLFRIEND?! I can't handle the suspense anymore! Talk to you soon! Peace out yo!!

I'm in a cupcake coma....

So Jordan and I have been making more of a conscious effort to watch what we eat...Uh-huh. Yeeaaaah. By watch, I mean I watch my hand pick up the chip, swoop into the guacamole, and direct it straight into my mouth. Let's just say that some days are easier than others. Now the last few days we'd actually been doing really well! Toot Toot! We'd been really sticking to our plan....Then there was today...well, here's how it all started. A few months back, Mason got an award at school, and with the award they gave him a gift certificate to this scrumptious bakery called The Icing On The Cupcake. We decided that today we would take him in to claim his yummy treat...yeah I didn't stand a chance. I'd been there before and I knew what I was battling. Jordan and I even agreed that we would get one and split it, that's not so bad right?? Well the thing is....that didn't happen...

I just couldn't resist the sweet aroma! It hit me full force like a ton of bricks. BOOM!! Delicious butter cream frosting right to the gut! POW! Sprinkles!! Chocolate!! AHHH!! The only thing I cared about was smashing my face into a slab of deliciousness....and that's exactly what I did. I ate that Pink Delicious cupcake like my life depended on it. And in that moment I was convinced it truly did!! Here's me throwing Jordan under the bus. Homeboy didn't even stop to breath! He inhaled that cupcake like someone was gonna take it from him if he even stopped to chew! It was intense. We were sweating by the end of our feast!

I should feel guilty, but I don't!! In fact, I'm still hungry! But it was an awesome time...the boys loved their treats and we loved watching them partake in the smorgesborg!

I'm committed to being good again...so tell me why I came home with a dozen frickin cupcakes??!!! THAT'S RIGHT!! They're even better the second time around!

I'm purring right now like a cat with cream on it's whiskers.....yum yum yum...sorry I can't share with you guys...here's a picture...just imagine...it's a lot less fattenning!

Just remember, you said I could!

Let me start out this post with a little background history...My dear husband, Jordan, was a complete nay-sayer when it came to the blog. It took me quite a while to convince him that having a blog wasn't a bad thing. In April he finally gave me the green light and thus my blogging journey began. At first I had to force him to check out the blog, but as time has passed he would come home from work and tell me how much he liked my post and how he had showed the guys at work. He was starting to come around, that's right, I'm awesome like that. Then the other day, out of the blue he asks me:

"How come you never write a post about me?"

Uh, for real? Like....I'm allowed?! You really want people to know about...well I won't go there now. But in my mind it was a combination of maniacal laughing Muah ha ha! and me singing the Pussycat Dolls "Careful what you wish for cuz you just might get it!" This was like Christmas, only better! So here it is....Part 1 of the How I met my delicious piece of man meat!

Technically, we met online. Jordan will beg to differ, but that's the truth. I don't lie. And yes, he stalked me for a year before we met online. That's true too, but that's a story for another day. Our first date we were supposed to go out on New Year, and I flaked. I had been at the snow all day and it just didn't work out. Not a good start, huh? So a few days later I got a call from Jordan and he asked if we could do dinner. But I already had plans, with another guy, but asked him if he wanted to come along...yeaaahh....and he said yes! So the first time we met was at Chuck E. Cheese where I had taken my date...my adorable 2 yr old son Mason. (for those of u who I don't truly know being a single mom isn't a subject that I will blog about, sorry! just trying to protect my kiddos!) Talk about throwing him into shark infested waters!! It was lust, I mean LOVE, at first sight. I had a great night of watching Mason tear up Chuck E. Cheese, he had a great night of watching my booty as I played ski ball, before we called it a night. As we went out separate ways he left me a message asking to take me out the next night! OH FO SHO!! I saw that truck he was driving...that boy looked good!

Fast forward to the next night. Dinner for two at Macaroni Grill....drooling right now...Where we proceeded to tell each other every thing known to man that bothers us, annoys us, so on and so on. I mean we laid it all out on the table. My kinda guy. Afterward we talked in his truck for like 3 hours...he totally wanted to make out with me...but we didn't! But here he was bragging to me that he could make a sound just like a flamingo. Whatever. So I did my chicken sound (which I'm AMAZING at) and told him to 'Take that to the bank!' Booya! Then you know what I did. I farted. In his truck. Straight hot boxed it. Yup. I even warned him, which I think was really nice of me. You know what he did. NOTHING! Just laughed! Match made in heaven! We were married 55 days later. We now have 3 kids, 2 dogs, and 1 happy family!

Jordan if you're reading this don't get any ideas! I'm not gonna sing your praises all the time! Next time I'm gonna tell them about our "Honeymoon"....

I've been tagged....and I like it!

My first TAG! How exciting! Thanks Brooke for thinking of me, you rock! Brooke has an awesome blog you should check out at http://brookebtty.blogspot.com

Ok so here are the rules:

Answer the question.

Mention/link who tagged you.

Tag 6 of your favorite bloggers.

Let them know they're tagged.

Question: What 6 unimportant things make me happy?

1. Cookies n cream frozen yogurt from Big Spoon.....heaven in my mouth...
2. Watching Murder, She Wrote.....that's my all time FAVORITE show!
3. Playing bunco with the girls....4. Red Bull....I know it's bad and I shouldn't drink it...but I love it! It makes me buff...



5. Going to garage sales to find treasure!!6. School supplies...I love them, all of them!...I wish I could use my Lisa Frank Trapper Keeper still!
Ready?! Because Tag you're it!! I'm tagging...

T over at Life as a G
Jen
Whispering Writer
Natalie
Orange Juice
Lynsey

That can't be right....

There's no way she's 6 months already!! I just had her. Just look at my gut. I have proof!

Alas, it's true. My baby is 6 months old and I'm really struggling with the fact that my kids are growing up. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy most of it, but the older they get the older I get, and that part I don't enjoy. But I have to tell you that the day that all 3 kids can wipe their own butts, without making it look like the poop fairy waved her wand over the entire bathroom, is a day I truly look forward too.

Today in particular has been a milestone day. My baby's officially 6 months. My kindergartner has one more day before he's a FIRST GRADER. And my 2 year old had his first time out today. Why don't I tell you why....

So being the fantastic mother that I am, I decided it would be a great idea to go volunteer at the kindergarten water play day. So I bust out the double stroller, pack up the younger two, and trekked to the playground. I even showered before noon! This was a big day for us. So as soon as my foot hit the playground asphalt I hear it. The bloodcurdling scream of a ticked off two year old. Sigh. Really? We just got here, I think to myself. I tried to ask him what was wrong, so I could FIX it, but Levi doesn't talk. Seriously, my child doesn't talk. He's in speech therapy, but during moments like this the only vocalization I get is ear piercing screams. I decide we should wait it out and see if his mood improves. Weird thing happened, it actually got worse, who would have thought? So for the next half hour I attempted to help out while the snot monster followed behind me oozing mucous from every pore and shrieking like a wild banshee, wiping it on every available surface, mainly my clothes. Ugh. That was it. I couldn't do it anymore. I threw the snot covered turd over my shoulder, grabbed the stroller, and marched out with my head held high, while the playground moms watched and did the mental 'tsk-tsk'. But they all saw the crazed look in my eye....no one dared say anything. I'm hardcore like that. I got the screaming pile of boogers home and plopped him in his bed. "TIME OUT" I declared in my best 'I mean business buster' voice and I shut the door and waited....and waited...and waited. Why wasn't he opening the door, crying for mommy, objecting in any way??? Instead he sat on his bed and quietly read a book for 10 min without a peep! Whatthe?? I just don't get this kid. I still have no clue what he was even crying about!

But whatever, he's happy now, and now I know that he can sit in a time out. Winner winner chicken dinner! Booya! On a happier note...here's a picture of six month old Presley...those boys don't stand a chance! And yes...daddy has lots of guns.

A cheese what?? Who says that?!!

WARNING: IF YOU DIDN'T WATCH THE BACHELORETTE YET DO NOT READ THIS!!

Ok. The Bachelorette. Really? Really?? The whole thing was a train wreck last night. Here are my thoughts in no particular order:

1. Wes- if you don't stop plucking away at your guitar and shamelessly plugging that lame song I'm gonna go postal on you. After the 8th time hearing it last night I was ready to throw the remote through the tv.

2. She got rid of Sasha?? Enough said. (although I looooooved her outfit!)

3. The good, the bad, and the ugly.....yuck. gag. How'd you like to be the caboose on that kissing train? Wooo Wooo!

3. The cocktail party.....aakkkkkwaaard! What are these guys thinking?! I better shove my tongue down her throat so I can get a rose? Blech.

4. David vs. Juan- THE THROWDOWN OF THE CENTURY!! But I'm confused....why exactly is David sooo peeved at him? The whole shot thing? And what exactly is a "cheese ***"? It sounds like something a third grader would say.

5. The final rose- wtf? I was happy Brad left, he was just yucky, but David over Tanner??? I'm not sure I can watch this show anymore. I'm hoping she watched last night and saw what a complete mess that guy is. From the drunken tirades to his beady little eyes....just plain freaky. However, after the preview for next week I'm super excited!

So there it is. Hopefully Jillian will find true love, but after last night....well lets just say I'm keeping my fingers crossed. She should just pick Jake and be done with it!! That's what I say! So what did you think?