Time for some answers....part 1

This week I got to sit down and grill the hubs with all the amazing question you folks left for him. I have to say that it was pretty enlightening! You guys didn't let him off easy! That's what she said. But since I'm lazy and it's midnight, I had to split it into two posts....And because it was SUPER long since I had to add my input. You didn't think I'd really let him take over my blog, did you?? So thanks for all of the awesome Q's folks! It seems the most popular was WHY and HOW in 55 days...in case you missed the answers, you can find them over here. Alright, lets get this dog and pony show on the road!

Daffy asked: What is Alicia's most annoying habit? *answer carefully husband...*

"Your most annoying habit is that you INSIST on putting your wet grimy feet all over my dry bath carpet as you get out of the shower. every. single. morning." Well then dry my hooves for me when I'm done showering!

Bananas asked: If you could change one thing about her, what would it be?

"I don't know what to change. How do you change perfection?" HA! Yeah right. Stop trying to raid my pantaloons!


Kristina P asked: How do you feel about Alicia's love for The Hoff?

"I like it because it gives me a reason to put on my Knight Rider outfit for her." Rawr!

Confused Homemaker asked: Have you ever worn ONLY the mustachio around the house?

"Every other night except for Tuesdays." Tuesdays he wears his Knight Rider outfit.

SG asked: How do you keep the fire burning after 4 years and 3 kids?

"Fire cheetos, backrubs, and Murder She Wrote." Ohhh now you're talking dirty!

Tia asked: How long was it till you 2 bow chicka bow wowed????

"A gentleman doesn't smoosh and tell." No boom boom til there's bling bling! Word.

Leigh asked: What is the wildest thing you two have done together?

"We once challenged each other to a tostada eating contest. 14 tostadas later Alicia was the winner. Wild." I don't think I've ever consumed so much Tapatio in my life!

KS and Ams asked: How did your families react when you announced you were getting married? Did you have a big wedding? Can we see some wedding pics??? Pretty please?!?

"They thought we were crazy. And we are. No, we had a intimate wedding. A few family members, Chinese takeout, costco sheetcake, and a living room ceremony." See? I told ya so!

{The newlyweds}

{Our first family photo!}

{Check out that sheet cake in all of its glory!!}

To be continued....

HAPPY FRIDAY FOLKS!!
have an awesome weekend :) love.

Too sexy for your party, no way I'm disco dancing...

Let's talk about sex appeal for a minute. I don't know about you, but I've never considered myself to be a sexy person. You'd never find me in the pages of Maxim, or stopping traffic with my killer strut. There are some women that you look at and they just exude raw attraction. They're the textbook 'sexy'. But I can only speak for myself when I say that that will NEVER be me. So can I still be sexy? Truth be told, I look like a flippin' 12 year old and have the curves of a board. Not exactly sex pot material. But hey, I work with what I've got.

Then there's the issue of being seductive....BAH! You know the part in movies where the couple is about to bow chika bow wow and smoosh? The girl is wearing butt floss and will do something sexy like crawl across the bed with this 'come hither' look in here eyes. Then she'll whisper something all flirtatious to reel him in...DUDE! Yeah friggin right. First off, I'd have a major wedgie. Second of all, I'd probably get caught in the sheets and fall off the bed. Thirdly, when I try that 'come hither' look I end up with an 'I have to poop' look. And lastly, I'd forget to say something coy and end up saying what I was really thinking like 'Did I tivo Modern Family?'. Seduction at its finest...or not. My version of seduction is shaving my legs and popping a tic tac. Done and done.

{Pretty sure this hotmess stops traffic! His milkshake brings all the boys to the yard!}

But this got me to thinking...what is your version of sexy? What do you think of when you hear the word sexy? What makes you feel attractive?

I've come to realize that for me it's not about looking like a Victoria's Secret angel or oozing with seduction. My take on 'sexy' is CONFIDENCE! It's about being comfortable in my own skin. It's about confidence in who I am. I'm a hyper, off the wall, jeans and tee, speak my mind kind of girl. And I own it. Do I look like I'm walking the runway every time I leave the house? Abso-friggin-lutely not. And I embrace that. I've found my inner love kitten. She's in my sense of humor. In my fierce protectiveness. In my Chuck Taylors. We all have a love kitten in us. We just have to find what brings our sexy back.

Now dish folks...what makes you feel sexy? What do you think of when you think of 'sexy'?

**check back tomorrow for answers to your questions!! photo from perezhilton.com**

55 days....how and why...

So you want to know how and why 55 days, huh? Well...here it is. Hers vs. His style...

How did we know in 55 days?

Hers: To be honest I knew in the first week I would marry him, and I told anyone who would listen! Jordan wears his heart (and opinions) on his sleeve. From the very first moment I knew exactly where I stood with him and that was an amazing relief. He didn't play games. I knew if he said something, he meant it. So when he told me he loved me, when he told me he loved Mason (who was 2 at the time), when he told me he wanted to marry me, I knew it was the truth. From the very first date he made us a priority. I had never been taken care of the way he took (and takes) care of me. He was the exact opposite of anyone I had ever dated, and that's why it worked! Everything from the look in his eyes, to the way my hand fit in his, was just perfect. Are you gagging on my sappiness yet? TWSS. ha. But the closing deal for me was the fact that I could be myself around him. 100% me. I farted on the first date. I was loud and outspoken. I had a child. I never had to censor anything about myself. And not only did he accept me for it, he loved me for it. I wanted to spend every waking, and sleeping, moment with this guy. I'd be crazy not to marry him...

His: First of all, let me clarify a little something. Alicia and I “met” about a year before we actually went on our first date. And by “met”, I mean I stalked her from the other side of the room every single time I saw her. We went to a concert “together”, we went to a park and played with Mason “together”, and we even went out to dinner “together”! She didn’t know we were on dates, but I could tell by her body language that she was feelin’ me! You know...the cold shoulder…the dirty looks when she caught me staring…she was just playing hard to get. I was smellin what she was stepping in…know what I mean? So after one of my buddies who knew her FAILED at getting her number to me or introducing us for about a year, I finally asked her out (long story). I knew on our first date, the way she picked up that Ski Ball at Chuck E Cheese, that she was the one!

Now here's the why...

Hers: This really is so involved. And as much as I wish I could tell you the whole story, I can't. I'm very protective of my family, and some things just aren't made to be blog fodder. But it came down to this...we originally were planning a summer wedding, but issues arose between Mason's biological father and others between my family and ultimately we decided against a big wedding ceremony. But we knew we wanted to get married. We had the same goal. We wanted to share our lives together, have a family, and be husband and wife. Isn't that what life's about? Finding people you love and sharing your life with them? So now that we weren't planning a ceremony we had nothing to wait for. We decided to just go for it. We knew we loved each other, what was the point in waiting? So we picked up some Chinese food, a Costco sheet cake, and had Jordan's dad say the nuptials!

His: But since Alicia wants this to be serious, I’ll tell you why after 55 days I knew I wanted to marry her. I had always spent my time casually dating in my early years as a way to pick the traits of a good woman I wanted to marry. I had never wanted to date until I was 35 when it was time to settle down because I was too old for the dating game. I knew that as soon as I found the woman that had enough in common with me and had the ability to love someone with all of my flaws, that I would marry her. So, on our first real date we went out to dinner at Macaroni Grill. We sat for hours not telling random stories or having a causal conversation filled with witty banter. We just sat and talked about every single thing that bothered us about people in general and what we wanted out of life. A day later, I went to go see my dad in the hospital (just had heart surgery) and my mom saw me walking/prancing down the hallway and said “looks like someone’s in loooooove”! I couldn’t hide it. I went work so I could email and text her. I left work everyday and drove 40 minutes each way to take her to lunch. I went to her house every night to sit on her couch and played with Mason. I slept on her couch until 2 or 3 in the morning watching Law & Order, drove 45 minutes home to sleep for an hour and got up to start it all over again. She occupied every thought, she fit every single one of my wife criteria, and most of all, she loved me. I knew that with all that we had figured out in the short 55 days that we were dating, that we could live 80 years of our lives together, raise a family, and enjoy the company of each other until the day we died. I wanted nothing more than to spoil her, be with her, smell her breath, rub her back, suck a mean toe, etc. I figured marriage would be fun, tough, exhausting, and filled with compromise; but nothing could off-set the love we felt for each other and the desire I had to be with her. To this day, we’ve never had a serious fight, I’ve never hit her (she hits me…I’m scared of her), she still gets everything she wants, she gives me everything I want and I don’t regret giving my all to her and never will. We are the epitome of a perfect marriage.

Geez...we're nauseating. Aren't you glad you asked?

I must be delirous to do this...

La la la la laaaaaaa....

Love is in the air folks! My mind is all a blur with thoughts of my boo this morning. Hey Jordan, what are you wearing? Meow. Or maybe I'm just still a little loopy from the sleeping pills I took last night. Which by the way are GLORIOUS! Why didn't anyone tell me about Excedrin PM before??? Normally sleeping pills don't work for me due to hyperactivity issues, and to be honest, I didn't sleep great at all last night. But man, I sure passed out quick! The last thing I remember was singing show tunes to Jordan while trying to breathe out of one nostril (I have a cold) and then waking up in a puddle of drool with my hair matted to my face. I'm beyond sexy in the morning. It's criminal.

Side note: Does anyone else's drool bleach their sheets? Or is that just my toxic saliva?? Gross I know. But really, is it just me?

Now back to this 'love in the air' crap I was talking about. Guess what this Sunday is?? It's our anniversary! 4 years people. 4 glorious....long....amazing...LOOOOOOOOOONG....years. Sometimes I have to pinch myself to see if this is just a dream, but as crazy as it sounds it's not. I knew Jordan for all of 55 days before we got married. Now 4 years, 3 kids, 2 dogs, and 1 house later here we are. As crazy and in love as ever! Mushy mushy lovey dovey kissy face and all that nonsense.

So this is where you all come in. In celebration of 4 years I'm handing the reins over to you! It's time for you to ask anything and everything you've ever wanted to know about me, him, us, life. Anything...well almost anything. And here's the best part...HE'S going to have to answer them and post them this week! Hahahaa!! This is either going to be the smartest thing I've ever done, or the stupidest! So go on, ask away....

What do you want to know???

Friday? Is that you??

I made it....

Oh sweet mother of pearl I actually made it!! It's been one heck of a week. It got straight up 'Lord of the Flies-ish' all up in here with the little hooligans attempting to overthrow me, but I showed those little terds whose boss. Sucks to your assmar! Or at least I like to think I did...

But I'm alive and slightly sane folks, and I can't wait to make Jordan watch them for the entire weekend! Glorious!! I hope you all had an awesome week...I've been a wretched blog friend but I'll make it up to you in the form of naked Hoff pictures...what??? kidding. jokes. Do you prefer Chuck Norris? Richard Simmons? Just say the word. But for real, I can't wait to get caught up on everything I missed out on this last week..

But as crazy and insane as this last week was, who wouldn't enjoy 5 straight days with this...

{Yup...all 3 of those studs are mine...word}

{I love the fact that he is totally oblivious to the PEACOCK right about his head on the railing...}

{My fluff ball of love....so friggin CUTE!}


{Ughhh....I'm so excited for them to be teenagers....hate and anger here we come!}

Don't tell them, but I secretly enjoyed having them to myself for a week :)

Have a happy Friday fools!!!

Sanity, $54,000, and berfdays...

It's 2:00 in the morning and yes....I should probably be sleeping instead of reading celebrity gossip about Suri Cruise throwing a temper tantrum the latest in world news, but I needed to enjoy the silence just a little bit longer. I want to remember the peaceful silence, the clean house, and the feeling of sanity one last time, because my kids have the ENTIRE week off of school. Right about now is when my grip on sanity starts to fade....and despair sets in.

SHOOT ME NOW!! I mean honestly, were the head honchos at the district office hittin' the crack pipe a little hard when they decided this??? Who gets a random week off in February?? A day or two. Fine. I can deal. Nothing a little McDonald's happy meal and some Wii games can't handle. But a week??? Those wretched heartless nincompoops! All this nonsense about furlough days and what not. BAH! You try spending a whole week with my children of the corn and then talk to me about furlough days! It's all about the Ritalin and Red Bull this week folks. Pray for me. Better yet, pray for my kids.

And speaking of folks hittin' the crack pipe a little too hard, take a look at this....


Let me begin by saying, I love a nice Louis Vuitton hand bag. But $54,000 for THIS?? That's not a typo... $54,000 PEOPLE! I just don't get it. I went to fashion school. I can appreciate avante garde, haute couture, and daring pieces...but really? I mean REALLY? Yikes.

But it's Monday and that can only mean one thing....

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAYRA!!!!
i heart her...

Go on over and wish this amazing little lady and happy happy berfday!! And have yourself a great Monday while you're at it....

Sweet Lovin'....Cline Style...

A sweet for my sweets....I made these just for you...

Have a fantastic weekend folks!

Happy Valentine's Day!!!

*thanks to That One Mom for the hook up on the sweet candy heart generator!!