Thanks for knocking me up honey!

NO! I'm not pregnant! I just wanted to share a little Father's Day looove by telling my man thanks for giving me such adorable babies...FDW (Father's Day weekend) is kind of a big deal at the house of Cline. Everyone likes to get in on the celebration, just look at the picture below...
I'm pretty sure Sang Sang was cleaning his "hindquarters" about 7 seconds prior to this picture. Blech...We started the celebration early by taking Jordan to play, I mean the KIDS to play at the park. He's a grown man...why would he want to play, right?

WRONG! Just look at my honey go!!

So for part one of my gift to Jordan I've compiled a list of tips to help him through his journey we call Fatherhood:

1- Never raise your hand to your kids. It leaves your groin unprotected.

2- First you have to teach a child to talk, then you have to teach it to be quiet.

3- Hire a bully to toughen up your kid.

4- Never use the check out with the candy display.

5- Ice cream is the answer to pretty much everything.

6- If your kids are giving you a headache, follow the directions on the aspirin bottle, especially the part that says, "keep away from children."

7- Monster truck rallies can be educational.

8- When you hear the ice cream truck, cover their ears and run inside!

9- The quickest way for a parent to get a child's attention is to sit down and look comfortable.

10- Give your awesome wife all the credit when you're kids turn out to be friggin amazing.

I found these tips on the internet so they must be true! And here's one more token to show my love and appreciation for you...ok, so maybe it's more for you to show your love and appreciation for me...whatever works...I leave you with the soothing sound of Bryan Adams and a young Johnny Depp.

My heart hurts...

Do you ever wonder if you're a good person? If you could stand up to do what's right? Help someone out in a time of need? I mean, for real though. I've always wondered how I would respond or react when faced with certain situations. Example: You see a guy shoving around and yelling at girl....Do you intervene before he gets violent? Or do you let them handle their own business? Are you too scared to approach? Would you wonder what happened after you left? Sorry for the depressing example, it's the first thing that came to mind.

Well today I received a partial answer to my endless questions. Brooke and I were out and about, returning from a trip to Pottery World. It was lunch time and we were absolutely famished. We were getting ready to go pick up some food when for some reason or another I decided that I wanted to go pick up my boys (the boys were at grandma's while Presley had a girl's day out) first. Making this decision completely changed our route.

So on route to our new destination we saw something up ahead in the middle of the road, but we couldn't quite make out what it was. As we drove closer we gasped in shock as we realized it was an elderly man sprawled across the ground, his motor scooter strewn on the ground partially broken, and his belongings were scattered across the sidewalk. We quickly pulled over and ran over to him, struggling to get his legs free from his scooter so we could stand him up. The sweet man was so confused. You could just see in his eyes that he had no clue what was going on. His poor arms were thrashed from where he hit the asphalt and there's no doubt in my mind that his fragile body ached, seeing as how he could barely stand. We asked him if he needed a doctor or if he had someone we could call for him and he politely declined. Which I'm totally kicking myself in the butt for now, I totally wish we had called so he could have at least been checked out.

At this time another guy pulled over across the road and ran over to help. Following him was an unmarked policeman (who was kind of a d-bag, not gonna lie). We could tell that the sweet man was from the retirement village just up the street, and as Brooke and I cleaned him up, gathered his belonging, and returned his glasses my heart just started to hurt. We made sure he was in good hands and that there was nothing more that we could do. But as we sat in the car, emotion just overwhelmed us both. There was something so heart wrenching about seeing this poor gentleman in the street that just struck a cord with me. I found myself wondering if he had family around? Did they visit? Was he lonely? Why didn't anyone else STOP?! It happened on a main street, there were cars everywhere, and it was apparent he hadn't just fallen....so WHY hadn't anyone STOPPED?! The more we thought about it, the angrier it made us. I was torn between anger and sadness...that's never a fun combo.

I'm grateful for that still small voice that made me change my mind, that made us change our route. This experience isn't something I've hoped to experience, but now that we did, I'm glad to know that we stopped. We helped. We rock. Brooke gets my Good Samaritan of the day award!!

Ugh...when did I get so emotional? Freak my emotions are going on rampage! Stupid stupid stupid period. Sometimes being a girl sucks! Sorry for the emotional, and rather novel-ish, post. That's so not like me. I wish I would have given the old guy a hug and brought him over for some milk and cookies while the kids played and adopted him as their own special Grandpa...oh well.
But I can't end a post all bah-hum-bug.....so look at this picture! How can you not laugh?!

Ya gotta love The Hoff!!

Who's Having The Best Day Ever???

That would be me! BOOYA! Today (or should I say yesterday since it's past midnight) was just a fan-flippin-tastic day...and here's why:

1- I took the kids to the park and there were no melt-downs, no screaming, no bleeding, no pooping, AND, here's the best part...when I said it was time to go, Boogie came running towards me and happily got in the car..for real...WTF?! Why can't they do that every time?! I didn't even have to threaten him with his life or bribe him with delicious treats. Sweet mother of Abraham Lincoln, I love it!

2- Brooke and I took the kids to see UP...so dang cute! The popcorn was delicioso and the kids ALL BEHAVED! Seriously...WTF? They're gonna be complete terrors tomorrow...

3- Amanda over at Cheap Wine and Cookies gave me an award! And she shares my love for the word Buttload, so I love her even more!!! Thanks woman! I'm gonna buy you the finest boxed wine money can buy, because that's how I roll.




And I'm going to pass this awesome award on over to these two totally rad ladies:

Brooke in Wonderland
K.Law: Inspired

So go on girls, grab the award and spread some sweet sassy blog lovin!

4- I got some adorable flowers in some outrageous colors and I la la la la looooove them!


5- But here we are....best for last....the icing on the cake...my scrumptious piece of man meat for a husband signed me up to go to SITScation 2009! OH SNAP! Vegas here we come! I always thought my hubby was the coolest thing since hypercolor t-shirts....but now he's even way cooler than that! I'm still pretty new to this whole blogging thing but I can't wait to go make some new friends and get some good tips!

So there you have it. That's why I'm having the best day ever, and that's why tomorrow is probably going to completely suck. There's no way it can top today.

Ok, can I end this on a random note? Last night I drove around for an hour and a half trying to find Little Miss Presley's canned formula. I went to SIX different stores, drove all over the stinkin town, called every dang baby supply store in a hundred mild radius (ok, I called two places, but that's neither here nor there) and finally...I found it...so I bought every frickin overpriced can in the store. So why am I telling you this? Because you know what I found out like 2 minutes ago??? THEY REDID THE STUPID PACKAGING!!! So those six stores I was telling you about...yeah they all had it...nice....good to know....Thanks Nestle Good Start. I'm glad I got the memo on the pointless can re-packaging...you could have at least called it the same darn name! You owe me an hour and a half of my life back, $6.47 for gas, and $3 million for emotional distress. Ok, I feel better now that I've gotten that off my chest.

Home Sweet Home

I'm baaaack! So we just spent the last 4 days at the sweet little town of Incline Village in Lake Tahoe and I'm relieved to say that it was a success! We had a 4 day family reunion that consisted of 40 people....20 of which were kids 12 and under. Yikes. It was intense....but, it was also a buttload of fun! (I just wanted to say buttload) We stayed in an awesome cabin and the kids had a blast hanging out and doing whatever they wanted the entire weekend. I didn't see my kids eat anything other than Mother's circus cookies...you know what I'm talking about...the amazing pink and white ones, but hey, whatever keeps them quiet...I mean makes them happy! Despite the lack of sleep, constant screaming, constipated children (btw, Presley totally pooped on Jordan tonight!! HA!), and lack of chocolate in the house we managed to make some awesome memories....here, take a gander...

Of course my boys find the heavy duty machinery....

Hot tub time! Can you imagine the amount of urine in this thing?! Because I can!

Yeah it won't rotate. Lame. But this is Boogie's new trick! NO HANDS! Coke is nutritious right?

See the one in the front tossing gang signs? Yeah, that's our....figures.

I asked for chocolate. The husband buys this. All I could think of was deer poop. I couldn't eat it. What a waste.

I couldn't get the dang picture to rotate!! But dang baby you look goooood! Booya!

My boys on the ferris wheel at Scheel's.

Dude my butt looks huge in this picture!

Little Miss Presley lookin' tough for the camera. Grrr!

How cute is this?! And look, she loves it!

I don't know why, but I think this video is so funny. Presley loves to rock herself to sleep and I've never seen another baby do this. Check it out if you have time...this girl is just too stinkin' cute!

Crazy home intruder...

If I was ever attacked by a home intruder I would be useless. You wanna know how I found this out? Take a walk down memory lane with me...you can hold my hand if you want to...

It was a Thursday like any other. Boogie was eating lunch, Presley was napping, Mason was playing at grandma's, the hubby was earning that dolla' and I was still in my pajamas cleaning the house, like the good wife that I am. I was deep in thought, mentally preparing myself for Friday's trip to Tahoe and everything I would need to bring. "Pack the kid's medicine, wash off their boots, buy formula," I thought to myself as I wandered through the house, when BAM! I turned the corner into the bedroom and ran straight into a man hiding, pressed against the wall. HEY! he shouts and jumps out at me! HOLY SWEET MOTHER OF PEARL I'M GOING TO DIE!! I think to myself as I try to back away screaming bloody murder. So what's the first thing I do?

Well I'd like to say that I hit him straight in the solar plexus and beat the tar out of the guy, then said something really witty like "Not this time mister, you've messed with the wrong girl" and then he'd black out until the police got him. But no.....I threw a shoe at him. Yeah. Turns out that's not very effective. Where did I go wrong?! I've played this scenario over millions of times in my head before, never once did it involve footwear. I'd had it figured out for years. I'd hockey punch the guy, knee him in his snuffaluffagus, grab the kids and RUN! But no....I threw a shoe... A sandal to be exact.

Lucky for me it was only my crazy husband who decided to scare the crap out of me by coming home HOURS early and sneaking in like some crazy crack head. My heart didn't beat right for over an hour! And I'm pretty sure I piddled myself a little. In fact, I would still be pretty bitter at him if he didn't leave me such a sweet note on the bathroom mirror.....



In case you can't read that it says "I wanna bite your butt." He even put teeth marks on the tush...isn't he romantic? He really knows how to make me go soft in the knees after all these years...

I'll miss you all the next few days! Lake Tahoe here we come!!

My wedding kiss...

My BF Brooke over at Brooke in Wonderland, whom I love and adore and would even give my last cupcake to (as long as it wasn't the Pink Delicious one), tagged me with a really neat little gig. So here goes!!

1. Open your first photo folder
2. Scroll down to the 10th photo
3. Post that photo and story on your blog
4. Tag five friends to do the same.

My wedding kiss...

Some of you may know that when Jordan and I got married I was a single mom to a beautiful 2 yr old boy named Mason. Being married and sharing my child with someone was an exhilarating, yet terrifying, transition in my life. This picture was taken on our wedding night. We got married in my in-laws living room on a random Tuesday night, dined on fine chinese take out, and splurged with a Costco sheet cake. It may sound weird, but in my eyes it was perfect. I was really struggling leaving Mason overnight and this photo was taken as were getting ready to leave....I'm so glad we have such a sweet and tender moment captured.

Geez, when did I get all sappy?! Stupid period!! I need a cupcake. Oh, and chinese food right before your honeymoon night....not a good idea...

Now to pass on the fun. I choose...

Rocksee
AB Home Interiors
Domestic Urbanite
Maggi
The Scholastic Scribe

Honest Scrap

I'm feeling a little emotional right now. My girl T over at Life as a G just gave me a super fun award! Go check her out, she's super fabulous and just too sweet. And her flashback Friday songs rock!! Thanks T! Ok, here goes!


The rules are:
* tell everyone 10 things about you they may not know, but are true
*tag 5 bloggers with the award

Drumroll puh-lease....

1. I used to be OBSESSED with *N Sync....you're all I ever wanted....you're all I ever needed..yeah!
2. I am terrified of wearing make up. It makes me have panic attacks. I draw the line at mascara and eyeliner.
3. I moved away from home at 17 to San Francisco where I went to the Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising.
4. I play (not recently though) clarinet, piano, and violin.
5. I hate when people touch my wrists or collarbone. It makes me want to cry.
6. I was born in Spain and speak Spanish. Ole!
7. I hate when people say the word PORK.....gag.
8. I think it's funny to attack my husband with the occasional "covered wagon".
9. I have to pour my milk before the cereal....don't ask.
10. I used to be a cocktail waitress/bartender....decided SAHM was more for me!

Now for the fab 5 who will carry this on (I hope):

Brooke In Wonderland
Orange Juice
Careful what you wish for
A Modern Move
3 Critters