Day Late and a Blog Post Short

I'm always a day late and a blog post short when it comes to link-ups.  I've been meaning to do my "Top 10 Instagrammers" and today's "Love Story" link-ups, but I just haven't had time.  I'll get to them eventually.  And you will pretend I did them on time because you love me and don't care if I'm late.  You're just happy I blog at all.  Right?  Yup, thought so.

Anyway, today is my FRIDAY so holllllaaaa!  Tomorrow's my "freebie" day off like I told yall about and while I still don't know exactly what I'm going to do, it's no doubt going to be epic.  Just kidding.  I know I'm going to see one of my greatest friends, Brandy (you know, the one who is my ex-husband's cousin? I won her and her sister in the divorce bahahaha).  It's always a good time when her and her sister Natalie are involved, so I'm not worried!  I'm sure I'll be blowing up IG with whatever shenanigans we find ourselves getting into.

Today I'm leaving work early because K&K have a dentist appt.  Yeah you were about to be mad at me for leaving early and being off tomorrow...until you saw that d word.  I think I hate taking them to the dentist more than they hate going.  I just never know how it's going to go.  Last time, was not great.  You can read about it here.  Hopefully today is better.  They also have their first baseball practice tonight.  Umm it's cold yall.  Like currently 50 degrees with raging winds and by practice it's going to be in the 40's.  I know those of you who have been sitting home because of snow storms want to bitchslap me right now.  But, I'm in Texas, and we're used to heat and humidity and sunshine, and this cold WINDY crap is not ok.  Where is that 80 degree weather we had in December?  I want that back.

Sunday is my 5k, so please keep me in your thoughts and prayers.  No for real.  This has not been a good "workout" week.  I've only hit the gym twice.  I won't make it today.  Hoping I will make myself do work in the a.m. before I head out for the day.  I just don't wanna die Sunday morning.  It's only 3.2 miles you say.  Well, I haven't done 3.2 straight miles since the last 5k I did, in November, so don't say that!  Oh well.  I knew what this was.  I'll suck it up and do my thang and then go back to bed.  Or go to McDonald's.  Either way.

Happy FRIDAY hooches!

This gets me everytime.

Rock Me Mama Like A Wagon Wheel

I haven't done a "Tell Me About It Tuesday" in a while, so here we go!

Let me tell you about...

*How I signed up for the Armadillo Dash back in December, and totally forgot that it was on March 3rd, and March 3rd happens to be this weekend, and I kinda sorta haven't been doing any real "training" in preparation...

*How not only is the 5K I am unprepared for this weekend...but it also starts at 7 a.m., and we live about 30-40 minutes away from where the race will be held.  Who the hell has a race at 7 a.m.??

*I get a "free" day off because I have a student teacher, and I am going to use it this Friday!  No idea what I'm going to do...but I'm going to enjoy the hell out of it!

*Next week (March 8th) is my 28th birthday, and will also be a 1/2 day at school and the beginning of Spring Break!  Who doesn't have any plans but is excited anyway?  This girl!

*The fact that I ordered the Advocare 10 Day Cleanse that Mel did, for myself and Christopher, and am now realizing that if we were to start it this week when it arrives, it will include the day of my birthday and the weekend when we are supposed to go here to our favorite place or try Veritas.

*How I'm torn over whether or not I want to start the cleanse this week, knowing I will end up cheating (I know my birthday isn't a valid excuse for cheating on the cleanse, but I'm just being honest because I know my girlfriends and I will be celebrating when we get off, and I know Christopher and I will be going to dinner...) or just wait until after Spring Break when I know I will work harder at sticking to the guidelines.  I don't want to half ass it, or as our favorite mean bish Jillian says, 'phone it in'.  Ahh decisions decisions...

*Kason and Kutter start baseball practice this week.  They are no longer playing teeball (this would have been their third year because of when their birthday falls, and they got moved up to machine pitch even though they will be the youngest ones).  I am excited and nervous about this.  They are still babies in my eyes and I'm not ready for all this 'big kid' stuff!

*How Christopher was asked to be a Coach for their baseball team, and he said yes.  Just when I think I can't love him anymore...he goes and does something like that.

*How yesterday when I got home from picking them up, I sat down for a few minutes before I started dinner (if you call tuna helper and green beans dinner) and Kason sat in my lap and as I was rocking him he started singing, "Rock me Mama like a wagon wheel...Rock me Mama any way you feel...Heyyyyyyyy...Mama rock me!"  Now, if you are not a fan of country music, this will not be funny to you.  It's an older song by Old Crow Medicine Show (that I love) and Darius Rucker has now covered it.  It's a great song, but it's even greater that my child knows the words and decided to sing them as I was rocking him :)  Now if I could just get him to stop singing, "I like big butts and I cannot lie"...



I'm going to need this for the summer...

Go rock your Tuesday :) 

Womp Womp Wednesday

I haven't done a post in a week.  Or almost a week.  Or something like that.  I don't even know what day it is.  My schedule is all out of whack since Monday was a holiday for most people but I had to work, minus the kids.  Now all week I've been waking up thinking it's a different day, being confused and wishing I could just stay in bed instead of getting up to figure it all out.  I'm like a child when it comes to my schedule/routine.  Once you fuck with it, I'm done and I have to be reprogrammed.

I've also just been in a "blah" mood since the weekend.  No particular rhyme or reason why.  Just really not in the mood to deal with life.  Or the idiots in my life.  Or the drama queens.  Or backstabbers.  Or anyone else who crosses my path and decides to pull some crazy shit and think they will get away with it.  Heyyyyy typing that all out kind of made me realize the "why's" behind my crappy mood!  Thanks self.

Anywho, I'm not getting into any of those details because they aren't worth the effort my poor fingers would have to put forth.  Let's just raise our glasses and toast to a better rest of the week, shall we?  Just kidding, I'm not drinking.  Yet.

I haven't posted about the weight loss journey in a while, so let me update you.  Things are going along quite nicely.  I haven't weighed myself in a couple of weeks because sometimes the scale just mortifies me and I already deal with enough bitches in my life, don't need to add another one.  As far as I'm aware, I'm still down 16 pounds.  That number bums me out because when I think about the big picture and the "goal" number I'm reaching for...it still seems so far away.

However, even though the number isn't reflecting my hard work, my clothes definitely are.  Last week I decided to humor myself and go to Maurice's to try and find a new outfit.  Out of habit, I grabbed things that were size XL and 13/14.  I went to the dressing room, expecting to have a meltdown, but was pleasantly surprised when...everything was too BIG!  Such a great feeling.  For once I didn't mind having to get redressed to go out and get a different size.  Because for once, that was a good thing.

I ended up with a new top in a MEDIUM and a new pair of capris in a 9/10.  That also inspired to me to pull out some old clothes that I had boxed up in an angry fat girl fit and vowed to throw away because I thought I would never fit into them again.  All of the pants I got out of there have fit so far and it's such an amazing feeling.  T-shirts that I bought at the beginning of the school year in a large (that I had to stretch before I put them on in order to not feel so "stuffed" because I had refused to buy an XL), are now baggy on me.  My fat girl pants are super loose.  Hell even some of my shoes are getting big.  I didn't even know your feet could get less fat.  But apparently they can.

I'm not going to get ahead of myself and celebrate these little milestones too much because I do have a long way to go.  But, I feel better, I look better, and knowing that it's only going to get better is huge motivation.  I got my Garmin Forerunner 110 in the mail yesterday and if I can ever get it charged and all set up, I plan on going for a run or my version of a jiggly jog and trying it out!  If the stats aren't too terribly bad I'm sure I'll even post a pic of the watch screen onto IG like all the cool runner kids!  Thanks to everyone who constantly sends motivation my way.  You have no idea how much your sweet comments mean to me and push me to keep on keepin' on. 

Shit just got real.

My first "ootd" attempt.  Don't mind my child size hands.

FYI taking ootd pics is hard to do.  I couldn't get a decent pic in my mirror in the bedroom, so I'm standing on the ledge of the bathtub in the pic on the left, praying I wouldn't fall and bust my ass or break something and get blood on my pretty new clothes.

Don't judge my poof.

I even wore cute shoes for Valentine's Day!

These babies haven't fit in two years.  And yes Dad, I bought them like that.  I know, for shame.

Found this cute necklace at Maurice's too!

Happy Hump Day!

That One Time I Licked...

So remember yesterday I told you about this recipe I was going to try?  Welp, I tried it alright.  I haven't decided if it was the process or the outcome that was the fail...I'll let you know though once my co-workers and K&K's classmates taste it.  Since you can get the "real" directions through that link, I'm not going to bother with those details.  Instead, I'm going to give you the directions using pictures.  A picture's worth a thousand words evidence of insanity right?  So without further ado, I give you,

"Cookies -N- Cream Puppy Chow"!

This is what real people's "prep" counters look like.  Eff you Martha.

I don't think it's supposed to look like that...

Added some milk...that's better.

Yup, definitely better.

Mmm it's soooo hot...

I tried transferring it into the powdered sugar bag

with a spoon.  Fail.  My hand worked better that's what she said.

What, that?  That's always there.

Nom nom nom.

What can I say?  I love sugar.

I think I used too much.  Wait, that's not possible.

The brown chocolate did much better.

I need extra hands.

Hey there good lookin'...

How YOOUU doin'?

C'mere and let me taste you.

She's a biter!

I'm still cleaning my hands from this shit.

That just looks nassy (but it wasn't, trust me, I tested it several times).

 

What?  That's not how you clean your dishes when you're cooking?  Bite me.

Crushing oreos in a bag is fun.  They should use it in anger management.

Ivory and Ebony.

Yes, after all of those mufucking pictures I took, I didn't get an actual picture of the "finished product" when I mixed ebony and ivory together.  Maybe I'm not a real blogger after all.  This is what's on the table in the teacher's lounge.  Or what's left of it.  (P.S. No puppies were harmed in the making of this snack.  Kason was worried.)

Anyway, I'm sure if I had done "exactly" what the directions said and actually followed the measurements for the ingredients, it would have turned out even better.  But, considering how not fun that would have been, I'm ok with what I came out with!  Sorry if you were expecting to see those model like food pics that most food bloggers have.  I'm beginning to think that shit is fake or those women are superhumans because my food is never pretty and my kitchen never looks clean before, during, or after the process!  I keeps it real folks.

And that my friends, is why I avoid the kitchen like the plague.  And why I am thankful that Christopher and the boys were outside playing baseball while I acted redonkulous in the kitchen and snapped pictures of myself in the process.  I had outfit pics and v-day gift pics to post today too...but I'll save that for tomorrow. 

Happy Valentine's Day Lovelies!

Valentines Schmalentines

Hey gals.  I'm not sure if you know this, but tomorrow is Valentine's Day.  Shocking, I know if you live under a rock and/or are color blind.  I love and hate this holiday for many reasons.  Since I don't want my PMS to dominate this post, I'm not going to talk about those reasons.  Instead, I'm going to show you the overachiever valentines we did for K&K's class party tomorrow. 

I originally saw a similar idea here, but remembered that I'm cheap and wasn't going to fork out the $ for all 21 kids to have their own bubble wand.  Luckily my home away from home, the Dollar Tree, was speaking my language and had bubbles packaged 3 for a $1.  That I could work with.  I made and printed 'tags' and Monday night had the boys sit down and (very reluctantly) sign their name 21 times.  As a teacher, I loved it and used it to my full advantage to harp on them about handwriting.  I know, I'm mean.  After the tags were signed I punched holes in them, put some ribbon through, and tied them to the bubbles.  And voila!

I'll put the link for the v-day tag template up when I get home.

For my students in my class, even though I'm not technically their teacher this week, we made these for their parents.  When I was a student teacher my mentor teacher did this and it's something I've done for years.  Well when I remember to.

We will also be taking a class "mustache" picture for our "We mustache you a question...will you be our Valentine?" cards that I will have printed up tonight!  Last year I had the boys do these:

I also did individual ones for each kid in my class last year.  I have a much bigger class this year, am super busy not teaching, and basically ain't nobody got time for that.  So one group shot is what we're doing.  One and done, that's what I always say.  I said that once.  (If you know what movie that's from, you're my new bff.)  I won't post a pic because even though I have "permission" to use their pics on the interwebs, I think that was meant for educational purposes and not blogging purposes.  Womp womp.



I am going to "attempt" this pin tonight to take for my co-workers tomorrow as well as the boy's class party.  If it works out, I'll post pics and details and let you know!  If it's a big fat fail, like many of my cooking adventures, I'll probably let you know about that too.  I'm a good blogger like that.



Do yall have any big plans for V-Day?  Love/Hate this holiday?  Do you have any cute ideas for kids/adult Valentines?  Holla atcha girl!



Just Another Manic Monday

"Oh whoa...I wish it was Sunday...Oh whoa...'Cause that's my fun day...Oh whoa...My I don't have to run day..."

Is anyone else ever afraid to type out the lyrics to a song because you have a feeling what you "think" the words are...may not quite be on point?  I do that all the time.  I just recently figured out my man Adam wasn't saying something about, "Kiss me on the junk and I'll show you," in the song Moves Like Jagger.  He's actually saying, "Kiss me 'til you're drunk and I'll show you".  I like my version way better.  Just sayin'...Speaking of Adam...did you SEE him last night on the Grammy's?  Let me go ahead and wipe the drool off my keyboard.  I love the song he did, and I love the Alicia Keys song (it's one of my faves on my workout playlist), but the two of them TOGETHER?  Hotness.  I hope that version is available to download because it was amazing.

Moving on, yeah today's Monday.  I usually hate Mondays, but today, I don't.  You may be wondering why I am not ready to punch someone in the face already, so let me tell you.  Today is the first day of my student teacher's "Full Responsibility".  In case you can't read between the quotations, that means she is now in charge and doing EVERYTHING.  It's time for the little birdie to spread her wings and use all of the wonderful knowledge I have given her.  What does that mean for me?  Well it means for the next two weeks...I'm a free woman!  Well not really.  I still have to come to work everyday.  I still have to do my "official" duties, but homegirl gets to deal with the kiddies and lesson plans and all of the other day to day stuff us teachers be doin'.

I have a list of things I'd "like" to get done over the next two weeks...we'll see how that goes.  Right now I'm hiding out in a cubicle in the library.  I'm not ready to deal with adults, which is what would happen if I were to be in the teacher's lounge.  I'd rather go back to my class and deal with the kids.

I have to admit, it was hard for me to let go of "control" of my classroom.  I had an entire semester with this group of kids by myself (not to mention the other four years I have been by myself in the classroom).  We had our routines down and had a good flow going.  To have someone new come in and totally disrupt that and possibly not do things EXACTLY like me...well that was terrifying (because I'm the perfect teacher and do everything right, don't ya know? i kid i kid).  I have had to continuously remind myself that I too was once a student teacher, imposing on someone else's routines and daily life and being afraid of messing things up.  I think I've done my best at not being too overprotective and allowing her to  fit in, bring new ideas, and also adapt to my way of teaching and running my classroom, all while letting her find her own stride.

I'm not planning to vacate the room every day that she has full responsibility.  But for these first few days I don't want to be in there, making her feel like I'm watching her every move or judging her.  I also know that the kids act differently when I am in there, and I don't want to interrupt her or step on her toes if I have an urge to correct a child or address a behavior.  Hopefully everything and everyone is in tact when I go back in later.  Cross your fingers!

That's just basic math right there.

In other urgent news...we went and saw "Identity Thief" this weekend and it was everything I hoped it would be, and more.  I always hate when the funniest parts of the movies are what they show in the previews, and then you go see it and everything else is lame.  I love Melissa McCarthy and Jason Bateman and I loved the movie.  Super funny, but also had a good storyline.  And there was a meaningful ending, which is always a plus.  Somtimes comedies just end and leave you wondering wtf the point was.  Not this one.  It gets all fingers and toes up from me.  Go see it!

Happy Manic Monday!

We Gone Get Errrrbody Pregnant

For those of you who have been following my ramblings for a while, you are aware that I publicly stated that once I reached 20+ followers I would shell out some dolla dolla bills to have my blog revamped.  If you check over to the left, you will see that I am at 26 followers, big balla!  You will be happy to know, being true to my word, I have contacted the one and only Hubby Jack to get started on my blog makeover!  I have not had a chance to go into details with him about what I want and when it will be done (it won't be in the month of February I know that much), but I've completed the first step in the process!  I'm all about baby steps.

So now that my cult group of followers is growing, I have decided to set a new goal.  Once I reach 100 followers, I am going to do a giveaway!  Challenge Accepted (in my Barney Stinson voice)!!  If you don't know anything about the blogging world, anybody who's anybody does a giveaway.  I have no idea what all it will entail, but I do know that one of the prizes will be a bag from the new XOXO Spring Collection at Gigi Hill!  If that's not motivation, I don't know what is.  So what do we do until that number on the left says 100?  We wait.  Well, I wait.  You, you go out and tell every person you see that K over here is gettin' errrrbody pregnant!  Just kidding, have them visit my blog, hopefully stay a while, and then join.  As we say in Pre-K, easy peasey!

P.S. If you have no clue what the eff I'm talking about with the "Gettin' errbody pregnant", go google it and Tracy Morgan!  You will also find Nancy Clue when you google the very same thing.  Which only adds to her effing awesomeness!  I promise no one's going to get pregnant by following this site.  At least not by me.



Say my name, say my name...

First off, I love having blog post titles that are songs, because I know as soon as yall read them you will have that song stuck in your head all day, and I won't be miserable alone :)  Second, I am linking up with Amanda over at My Very Own Modern Family to talk about NAMES.  Like how I got my name and how I picked out my kiddos' names.

My "real" name is Kathryn Alisha.  Seems simple enough.  Except that my "nickname" is Kadi.  Which makes no sense seeing as how most people named Kathryn who go by Kadi...use a T, not a D.  Apparently my mom worked with a girl named Kadi and loved how she spelled it.  She wanted my first name to be Kadi, but my dad wanted no part of that.  He felt like Kadi was a nickname, not a real name.  Apparently they compromised with Kathryn Alisha and settled for Kadi as a nickname.  Not confusing at all.  I think one of my dad's suggestions if Kadi had been my first name was for me to be "Kadi Mae".  Thank God that plan fell through.  I have always gone by Kadi, and pretty much everyone calls me Kadi, except Christopher.  He calls me Kathryn. 

Now on to my chilrens.  When I found out I was pregnant with twins, as if that wasn't shocking enough, I immediately started thinking about girl names, idk why.  Every girl name I said he told me he used to have a dog by that name, and every name he said sounded like a dog name to me.  Luckily we found out we were having TWO boys, and we didn't have to worry about naming girls after mutts.

I heard the name Kason a loooooooong time ago.  Like when I was in High School.  And I told myself if I ever had a boy, his name would be Kason.  I liked how it was spelled, and at the time, it wasn't a common name.  I told BD (baby daddy) that it wasn't a compromise, so baby #1 was easily named.  His middle name is Britt.  That was my Grandmother's maiden name, and the name that my dad goes by.  So that is how we got my little Kason Britt.

Kason is on the right.

That was simple enough, except we had to come up with  second name.  BD's name starts with a C, mine with a K, and I wanted to keep that going with the boys.  The problem was, I had a nephew who shared my ex's name, and another nephew named Caleb.  We had friends who's kids were named things like Caden and Cort and Kohl and so on and it seemed every C/K name we liked was already taken by someone close to us.  Fail.  I was sick and tired of arguing with BD so I finally threw my hands up and said YOU figure it out. 

A few days later we were sitting in the living room and he said, "Kutter".  I had no idea he was suggesting a baby name at that point, but he finally clarified.  I didn't like it at first.  I don't even know where he said he got it from.  Maybe he was going through the phonebook?  I honestly don't remember.  Anyway, I told him I'd think about it and so I took the names to my sister.  And then we took them to my mom.  And the moment it finally clicked that that would be one of their names was when my sister said, "Aww when they're little they will call each other 'Tutter' and 'Tason'!!"  I was sold.  And you know what?  That's exactly what they called each other (besides "Bub" and "Bubba") until they could say their K's correctly!  And Kutter's middle name is Grant, becuse that is his dad's middle name.  And there we have my Kutter Grant.

Kutter is on the left.

I think my name is a toss up as to whether it "fits" me, but I guess because it's got a complicated story, it probably does fit complicated me :)  At least I'm honest!  And my boys' names fit them to a T.  Or a K.  Whatevs.  How did you get your name?  How did you pick out your kid's name(s)?