Justified

Do you think God would understand that we skipped church today because Kyra is still stuffy nosed and coughing? What about if after we skipped church we then attended the circus, think the Big Man Upstairs would be okay with that?

I mean, I have a really good excuse....

You see, we know the people at church and if we infested them or their children with Kyra's cooties then the next week they may feel the need to seek us out and thank us for being inconsiderate jerks.

Now we wouldn't want that to happen, would we?

The people at the circus, however, we'll never see them again. Who's to know that we are the reason why their children are now snot nosed and sneezing? Certainly they can't pinpoint that on our kid hacking on them in the middle of the clown performance, right? Besides all that, we had nonrefundable tickets for the last day of the circus. Who in their right mind would miss out on that?

We're justified with this whole skipping church and going to the circus thing, don't you think?

We're Not in the Throws of Fall If There Aren't Sick Children Around

Dear Mother of Child Hacking Up a Lung,

Thanks to your inconsiderate self, my child is now hacking up her lungs too. The next time you have the thought to bring your toddler to the play area in the mall while he is actively hacking up a lung, drop the thought. This is not one of your brighter moments.

It didn't help one bit that while your child was hacking on the slide, you continued to holler at him to cover his mouth. Ma'am, this doesn't work as well as you seem to think. Especially when your toddler still places his germ infested hand all over the play equipment. Maybe if you followed behind his ever step with a can of Lysol Disinfectant Spray we might have had a chance in hell of not catching your cooties, but really, lets just not have a repeat occurrence. Think about others from now on, will ya?

Thanks,
The Lady Who Kept Shooting You THE LOOK

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Dear Makers of Robitussin,

The next time you want to place two packages side by side, with similar looking faces that both boast the words Pediatric, but are not both pediatric, lets not. You see, in the world of cough syrup pediatric (generally) means under the age of 6 while children (generally) means from the ages 6-12.

You see, I first picked up and studied the smaller box, read it was for ages 2 and up and thought "perfect! Just what I'm looking for."

Then I noticed your second, larger box with the words Long-Acting and Up to 8 Hours of Cough Relief. "Even better!" I think to myself, "Now maybe I'll get a full night sleep tonight and not have to listen to my daughter struggling to breathe between coughs and a stuffy nose."

I bought your larger package. Took it home, opened it up and read the dispensing measurements. UNDER 6 YEARS ASK A DOCTOR!

I see now, as I load the picture for this post, it does indeed say Pediatric and Children at the very bottom. If you are going to list the differences at the bottom, how about we also include it at the top, with the larger, bolder lettering. This way people like me, trying to pick out the perfect cold medicine for her sick child, who is currently hacking up some gross phlegm on the shopping cart handle, can get what she needs and get out of the store before more people and objects become infected.

Back to the drawling board, eh?
Alicia- Slave to the Snotty, Hacking Toddler

Answer Me This

Who can spot the major significance in this picture?

Milk is the correct answer! A week and a half ago Kyra finally had her allergy test to find out what it is about milk that didn't agree with her. Every. single. thing tested negative. (She was stuck with 16 or 20 different things) From dairy to shell fish, from mold to pet dander. Negative across the board.

Kyra has grown out of her dairy allergy, folks!

Now we're on to a whole new world of trying new foods all over again. What we have found is that she still has minor reactions. Where she used to get the runs and severe diaper rash (blisters, bleeding, screaming) she now only gets a minor redness. This could be a sign that her allergy is gone, but what we're left with might be a sensitivity to dairy.

We'll have another appointment on Halloween to get the final overall judgement.

Progress is great.

Hay Rides, Apples and Pumpkins- Oh My!

Some of my favorite picture from this weekend:

Kyra being so serious. Because you never know about those hay rides, something might just jump right out and get 'cha!

After a few minutes she got into it. Peering over the side, pointing to all the different things in the orchard. Apples over here. Pumpkins over there and acres and acres of Christmas trees!

And the scenery was absolutely beautiful! The best thing about New England has to be the fall colors.

Apples were next on the list. Kyra pulled and pulled so hard on some of the more stubborn apples she needed her tongue to stick out for a little reinforcement.

And when the apple finally pulled free, she was just beside herself with excitement!

Then it was off to find the perfect pumpkin.

Where she tried to score the biggest one she could find.

But finally settled on one that was more her size.

This last one is my favorite. I think she was quietly telling her final pumpkin pick "I will love you with all my heart."

Jon and Kate + 8 = Jeremy and Alicia

Have you ever seen the show Jon and Kate plus 8? I love it and became addicted to it over the summer.

These two are Jeremy and myself to a T.

Really. Watch it.

Not only because you'll be watching Jer and I in the form of a Korean guy and blond chic, but because its hilarious.

Jon brings home the bacon, Kate runs the house. Jon is easy going, Kate is high strung and must have things scheduled and things in place. Their petty fights and mean words said are only out of frustration and said just as quickly as it is forgotten.

I've been telling Jeremy about this show since Scotland. He watched it for the first time 2 weeks ago and we were cracking up because some of their arguments are word for word, verbatim, the same silly things Jer and I fight about.

Now, after obsessing with this show for the last 6 months, I told Jer we should have 8 kids because "it would be fun!"

Back me up here... don't you think Jeremy should consider having 8 kids? Not that I want to shoot them all from my belly like Kate did... but if someone else wants to step up to the plate, carry a bunch of little fetuses with mine and Jer's DNA, I'm all for raising the children!

Do you think I'm insane now?

Baked Bluebird

Yep. Kyra told us she was cooking "chichen" in her play kitchen's oven. Upon further inspection it wasn't chicken after all, but a tiny, smiling bluebird being baked to death.

Seriously...

This is the Virgin Mary:

This is the Virgin Mary in a bath tub:

Any questions?

(1st picture stolen from the internet, 2nd picture taken today with my camera)

For the Love of Ducks

Jer and I took Kyra to our local tourist trap to mock the ducks. Yes, you heard me right, mock. Kyra likes to quack at them and say "Me'er duh!" in hopes they may come forward and let her touch them. It never works, but you've got to give the girl some credit for trying.

We happened to arrive at just the right time. Feeding time at the pond. They had just finished throwing and laying out piles of food for the dirty little boogers to chow down on. The entire time she always has this same silly grin on her face. Its comprised of pure, mischievous delight because there was a goose there, chomping down on the pile of pellets left right outside the fence, and he could care less who was there- he wasn't giving up his prime spot for anything.
So Kyra pet him. And pet him, and pet him, and pet him, and pet the little hungry goose some more.
See the silly grin still on her face? She's saying: Mommy, Look! With all my persistence the Duhs finally let me pet them!

Pet the duhs she did, until the last morsel of food was gone and the goose decided there was no more reason to humor this tiny human. Then it was back to swimming in the pond, dipping under the water and cleaning his feathers.

** On another note, the Gap outfit was one of Kyra's birthday presents from my mom and the cute little barrette was a present from Jennifer. I was a bad example for Kyra and sent neither one of them a thank you note for their gifts... so Thank You, both for your good taste and generosity. Your presents are well received and have been put to good use.

Latest Milestone

After eating her 4th helping of fruit salad during supper last night (that pesky tape worm is back, always demanding, More bites?) Kyra informed us that "Fruit Salad is yummy in my tummy!"

This is her first real sentence. As in not coached, mimicked or otherwise. It contains a noun, verb and some other stuff that I can't remember from my 3rd grade grammar lessons.

How freaking cool is that? My 2 year old formed a full sentence!

Moose, Its What's For Dinner

Jeremy and Kyra made a yummy breakfast for dinner yesterday. Together they cooked up some delicious raspberry pancakes.
Jeremy started seeing different animals in the pancakes. Kyra was doing the pouring and they were far from a perfect circle.
Example A:

Jeremy says this is a moose who was hit by a car and only the head remains.
What do you guys see?
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I know, I hear ya. First I threaten to gouge out foreigner's eyes with rusty forks then Jeremy envisions bodiless moose. This is who we are while in a good mood. Can you imagine what we're like ticked off?

Excuse Me- Foreigner

Yes, you. The one who insisted upon looking over my shoulder in the Wal-Mart check out line while I paid my bill.

That is rude.

I don't give one single hoot that you are probably not from America, and I gathered this from the gibberish you were speaking to the gentleman whom I assumed was your husband. At least he had the decency to stand behind his cart and not on top of my heels. But then again, for all I know your gibberish speak was you giving him my credit card numbers.

Thanks a lot, now I'm paranoid.

I'll give you a piece of advice. Here in America, we do. not. appreciate it when you enter our personal bubbles.

Should I encounter you again in this same situation, forgive me if I gouge your eyes out with a rusty fork.

Yes, I enjoy my personal space and credit card information that much.

Consider yourself both educated on the subject and warned.

Teething While Sleeping

Kyra doesn't suck her thumb. She never has. What she does do is chew on her fingers when she's teething. I guess even the teething sensation doesn't let up when she's sleeping.

Christopher Columbus- Here's to You

Last weekend was Columbus Day. I mentioned we were heading on a quick trip. We were in search of Sweet Tea, which can only be found in it's truest form when your on the southern side of the Mason Dixon Line. (okay, so we weren't in search of sweet tea, but it sounds better then the truth.... we were house hunting)

Mind you, Kyra is now full time in panties (alright, so I lied again... but diapers while sleeping doesn't count). A 8 1/2 hour trip turned into 12 hours once we finished stopping on every. single. exit to check out their bathrooms. Because, you know how terrible it would be if we actually had to miss an exit or two.

We were geared up. Sunglasses- check, snacks- check, three hundred books because Kyra would rather read a book then play with any kind of toy- check, Kyra's sheep from Scotland (a.k.a. Baa)- check. We were ready to roll.
We made it into and out of New York City with in several hours and headed south through the great state of New Jersey... who even at the very last exit, farthest from New York, was still supporting the Big Apple.
The driver for most of the trip was the Husband. As he is a terrible navigator (much like Mr. Columbus) and is thus not allowed to handle a map.
When the Husband started getting tired and yawning too much, I proceeded to keep him awake by egging Kyra on in a screaming match. Oh, we had a great time. Our driver? He complained of a growing headache. And something about his eardrums about to explode because he could only cover one ear at a time. Really, he bitched too much. Kyra and I were doing him a service by helping to keep him awake and alert.
When the screaming match was over and Kyra decided it was nap time, I wisely started to pain my toenails in a closed area so we could all get high while my nails looked all kinds of pretty. Except that, well, one should not paint your toes while someone is getting high while driving. I'm sure he was aiming for every bump and pothole in the road just so my pedicure would turn out like this:
As a caution to the rest of you who may be driving through State Road 13 in Maryland... don't stop. Even when the hubby insists on a supper break at the local Stuckey's because a tattered billboard states they serve sandwiches, don't stop. This whole stretch of Maryland smells like a cow poo and, well, the flies run rampant. This is no exaggeration, we stopped and paid the price. I was keeping my eyes open for some kind of farm animal to explain both the burning nostril stench and overwhelming fly colonies. No animals aside from the flies were ever found.

Once we exited that shit hole, we entered a slightly less of a shit hole. At the Pizza Hut 20 miles down the road the stench of manure was still around, but tolerable. The flies were also still hanging out, but in smaller swarms. We at least thought we could find something non-dairy for Kyra to eat as their menu offered Ham and Cheese sandwiches. So we ordered one for her, with out the cheese and stressed the issue that she was ALLERGIC TO DAIRY and not to ignore this request. A ham sandwich was served, sans a slice of cheese, but with baked cheese on top of the bread! Those Maryland folks were missing a few important screws, if you get my drift.

Once we made it past the Mason Dixon line we stayed the night at a friends house. I have no pictures or proof of this, you'll just have to take my word on the matter. Once our house hunting search was finished, and by finished what I mean is we couldn't find the damned place, gave up and found something better to do- like stop at a local park and play on the swings.

And we took a walk through a really creepy Blair Witch style wooded area. The farther back we went along the trail the further away from civilization we were and no signs of an end were near. My girl friend and I even sent our husbands ahead of us to see how close were were to finishing. When the boys came back they said we should turn around, no end to the trail was ever found.

On our way home the next day we made one of our many pit stops for Kyra in a Food Lion grocery store. In the parking lot this tractor was creeping through on its way to plow (or do whatever this kind of tractor does) a small acre size field in between the Food Lion parking lot and the Sonic in front of it. Odd place for a field I thought, but I guess that's why they didn't consult me when making these decisions.

Finally, all of that culminates to this: on the 12 hour drive there Kyra mastered her vampire/bat line. Okay, so she hasn't quite mastered it as she still garbles the words, but she has the rhythm down. If you can speak Toddler you'd know exactly what she was saying. For your viewing pleasure, I present this video to you all. Enjoy.

First God, Then Mommy

Jeremy's conversation with Kyra in Wal-Mart yesterday went something like this:

Jeremy: Kyra, wanna go with Daddy and look at computer magazines?
Kyra: Puter mag-zine. Daddy.
Me: You're not getting a computer magazine.
Jer: Sorry, Kyra. Mommy says we can't have one and Mommy's the boss.
Kyra: Mommy. Boss.
Jer: Yep, Mommy's the boss. Pecking order is God first, then Mommy, then Bishop and Cricket, then the toad down the road, then comes Daddy.
Kyra: Then cun Daddy.
Jer: That's right, then comes Daddy. Daddy's ahead of Kyra.

My Eyes Are Up Here

How come when I rest my chin on my husband's laptop he doesn't notice me but when I rest my boobs on his laptop his eyes shoot up and a broad smile extends across his face?

Is it just my husband who's all forward thinking with his penis or is there others out there just like him? Just wondering.

Hey, It's Progress

What would you do if your child climbed in your bed naked at 1:30 in the morning? If you were me you'd pick said child up and put them back into their own bed.

Oh, wait... First of all, why is the child naked?

Upon picking Kyra up to put her back in bed, not only did I find she was naked be she also smelled like poo.

Apparently she managed to wake up, undress herself, climb on the potty and do her business all by her little self. She even wiped, as was the evidence of a toilet so full of paper it couldn't flush.

The downside? She didn't wipe all that well.

She smelled like poo in my bed because it was scraped from her bottom to her back as she slid off the potty. There was poo in my bed, on my clothes, on Kyra, and on the potty.

I made sure to stress to Kyra that the next time she had to go potty to wake Mommy or Daddy so we may help her.

She woke me up at 7:30 to pee-pee in the potty.

Waking up to go potty is a first. Waking up to go potty twice in one night is progress.

Mo-tel Slumming

Jeremy, Kyra and I are leaving on a 3 day researching expedition down below the Mason Dixon Line tomorrow. We normally take the Babies with us where ever we go. The few times we've had to board them we've put them up in a Puppy Resort and Spa kinda place.

It's our way of telling them "We're sorry we have to leave you behind. We feel guilty so we're trying to spoil you rotten and maybe you won't hate us when we return."

Believe me, we pay dearly for it.

This trip is one of those where we have to leave them behind. No problem, I think, they dig the Resort Away From Home.

Except, well, the resort is booked. Turns out this is a holiday weekend. I might have know that had the boat not been on a 30 day stand down and the hubby only has to work a 24 hour day every 4 days.

I call every doggy resort and spa in the area, they're all full. I finally break down and call the kennel down the road from us who offers a military discount. The Babies are booked for a 4 day stay with a bath and nail trim while they are there.

This place, no joke, cost us $20 less per day.

Granted, there isn't any kind of heated floor. There's no indoor/outdoor bedrooms, no pool to splash around in, and no Eukanuba dog food to spoil them with. Instead it's indoor, cold floors to sleep on, smaller outdoor runs and Purina Dog Chow for meals.

Our Babies have moved from the Hotel to the Motel.

The poor things will be slumming it for a few days. I hope they won't have any residual feelings towards us when we pick them up Wednesday morning.

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If you haven't voted for the cutest Halloween costume, what are you waiting for? Scroll down below or click here. We need your help. Now go, vote.

Let the Voting Begin

It's your turn to help pick Kyra's Halloween costume this year. Jer and I were originally split between making Kyra either Little Red Riding Hood or Dorthy from Wizard of Oz. Mainly so one of our Mutts could either be the Big Bad Wolf or Toto on steroids.

Dorthy was quickly ruled out, as one of our friends jumped on the costume for they're own little cutie pie and, well, I'm just not that big into who's kid is the cuter Dorthy so we turned instead to finding Little Red Riding Hood.

Apparently Miss Hood is much, much more popular in the stripper format then it's original innocent form.

Again, we changed gears when we stumbled upon this pirate costume. Super cute, eh?

A day after we bought her pirate outfit, a toddler sized Little Red Riding Hood was found at our local Wal-Mart. So it was bought too.

Then, as I talked to my mother last night and she reminded me about the lion costume she bought for Kyra- 2 years ago. I tried this particular costume on her roughly two months ago when I was sorting through a box of 2t clothes. At that time, it swallowed her. Today when I pulled it out to show Jeremy, it fits. (apparently I have been blaming the tapeworm in her stomach for the reason she's eating us out of house and home, instead I think it was a growth spurt)
Here lies our problem. Which costume do we pick? We have three cute costumes and are hopelessly deadlocked as to which costume to use.

You. must. help us. Pick your favorite, include your reasoning and maybe by the time Halloween rolls around one (or two) of the costumes will be returned to get our money back.

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Someone Is In the Dog House Tonight

Today, Jeremy came home with a printed email he received on the boat. With a sly smile on his face he hands it over to me, waiting for a reaction. My reaction? Can I post this on my blog?

The Man Rules

At last a guy has taken the time to write this all down. Finally, the guys' side of the story. We always hear "the rules" from the female side, now here are the rules from the male side. These are our rules! Please note... these are all numbered "1" ON PURPOSE! (ya, because it was a mistake and you can't admit you. were. wrong!)


1. Men are NOT mind readers. (No shit? I bet if you were, the trash would have been taken out two days ago.)

1. Learn to work the toilet seat. You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down. (It belongs down because that is the sanitary way to flush. The last thing I need is your urine germs spraying in tiny microscopic particles around the bathroom.)

1. Sunday sports, it's like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be. (It's also like the toddler screaming in your ear with a 103 degree temperature. It happens, wake the fuck up and tend to her.)

1. Crying is blackmail. (Yet you fall for it every time.)

1. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one: Subtle hints do not work! Strong hints do not work! Obvious hints do not work! Just say it! (Fine, no sex for you tonight! Not even a little foreplay. How's that for "just say it"... jackass.)

1. "Yes" and "No" are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question. (I sit at home talking to a toddler all day and the only thing you have to say is yes and no? Boy, I hope your right hand and the dog house are your favorite things lately.)

1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That's what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for. (I'll give you this one. My idea of sympathy has nothing to do with stripping naked and falling asleep shortly after the deed is done. And by the way, that's not my idea of problem solving either...)

1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact all comments become null and void after 7 days. (Like when you told me I was getting pudgy while pregnant with Kyra? Ya, no. That's staying with you until your dieing day.)

1. If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us. (Remember, I have second cousins in the MOB. You could be fish food if you don't watch yourself.)

1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one. (Oh, of course. That's why you'd hand a bunch of silly "man rules" to me. To let me know you love and appreciate all the hard work I do for you and our household, right?)

1. You can either ask us to do something or tell us how you want it done, not both. If you already know the best way to do it, just do it yourself. (Ya, because I don't have enough to do with raising our daughter, caring for our dogs, cleaning our house, and having dinner on the table when you get home. Thanks for noticing my hands are full.)

1. Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during commercials. (You know, because I wouldn't want to interrupt your precious television watching to tell you to wipe your daughter's butt.)

1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we. (Of course not! Columbus was only looking for India but instead landed himself in AMERICA. I understand, at least he made it in the same general area. Indians with feathers look so much like Indians with dots.)

1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings. Peach, for example, is a fruit, not a color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is. (I got that. Long ago in your dorm room days it was quite apparent.)

1. If it itches, it will be scratched. We do that. (And I wish you'd stop, or at the very least wash your hands afterwards. Its disgusting.)

1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," we will act like nothing is wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle. (I'll remember that. When you least expect it, I'll be springing that one long before your 7 day statute of limitations are up.)

1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, expect an answer you don't want to hear. (What, are you going to use your trusty "yes" or "no" answers?)

1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine... Really. (Fine, next time we go out I'll be in my birthday suit. Then everyone can see my goodies. What's that, honey? Is that back peddling I hear?)

1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as baseball or motor sports. (Or in your case computer games or the inner workings of a submarine. I have long learned not to ask.)

1. You have enough clothes. (Someone has to compensate for the 5 winkled shirts you insist on wearing. You know we own both and iron and a dryer? Pick one.)

1. You have too many shoes. (I don't hear you complaining when I buy you a new pair.)

1. I am in shape. Round IS a shape! (If I wanted to marry Humpty Dumpty, I would have. For the love of God, care what your health is becoming.)

1. Thank you for reading this. Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight; but did you know men really don't mind that? It's like camping. (Oh, no honey, you've over estimated yourself. You're in the dog house. I suggest warm pajamas, it gets mighty cold after dark. Oh, and beware of the skunk who lurks at night.)

Stolen From A MySpace Post

You have to type the 1ST thing that comes to mind whenever you hear these 35 things. You can't think and go back and change your answers. Copy and Paste, then delete answers to make them your own.

1. [Beer] - Eww!

2. [Shoe] - My drug of choice.

3. [Relationships] - are precious.

4. [Purple] - is my 2nd favorite color.

5. [Power Rangers] - my sister used to watch them every morning before school.

6. [Weed] - smells awful.

7. [Steroids] - makes people look grossly deformed.

8. [Cartoons] - never a big fan past the age of 7, except movies.

9. [The President] - needs to go home already.

10. [Tupperware] - was that popular in the 70s or 80s?

11. [Florida] - is the closest thing to heaven.

12. [Santa Claus] - I still believe.

13. [Halloween] - we need a little red riding hood costume. Anyone have it in a 2T we can borrow?

14. [Bon Jovi] - has a few good songs.

15. [Grammar] - school.

16: [Myspace] - glorified version of email.

17. [Worst fear] - Jeremy or Kyra dieing before me.

18. [Marriage] - is for.ev.er.

19. [Paris Hilton] - skank.

20. [Patrick] - Dempsey.

21. [Redheads] - cute on girls, not on boys.

22. [Blonds] - can spell peroxide!

23. [Pass the] - butter.

24. [One night stand] - Never had one. Too afraid I'd catch a random cootie.

25. [Donald Trump] - What's with the comb over?

26. [Neverland] - love Love LOVE the Peter Pan and Hook movies.

27. [Pixie stix] - My mom just sent Jeremy a 50 pack of jumbo sticks.

28. [Vanilla ice cream] - is the best!

29. [Hooters] - boobs, knockers, ta-tas, jugs, the Girls.

30. [High school] - the lowest time in my life

31. [Pajamas] - Kyra's footies are the cutest!

32. [Woods] - I miss my Granma's house.

33. [Wet Socks] - are not to touch my feet.

34. [Computer] - illiterate.

35. [Love] - warmth.

And Now, We're Broke Again

You see, yesterday I made our very last loan payment on our gas guzzling SUV. I paid off our 5 year loan in 3 years. To celebrate we bought ourselves an brand-spanking new 2008 Ford Fusion.

We test drove the Honda and left the dealership preparing ourselves to return in an hour or so to pick up a new Civic.

Instead, we test drove the Fusion and fell head over heels in love. Sure, it cost us a bit more but have you seen the safety features Ford offers that a tiny little Honda doesn't even begin to touch?
-Side impact air bag curtains comes standard.
-Passenger side air bag sensors that figure out if there's a wee little person in the seat and shuts those air bags right off.
-Driver side air bag sensors that can tell how close the driver is to the airbag and deploys accordingly. You know, so stumpy legs, little 'ole me can still sit on top of the steering wheel and and not be killed from the impact of the airbag.
-Air bag vents for when the thing does deploy I'm not hitting a brick wall but instead cushions my head like an egg in your hand.
-Tear away seat belts. The way they are made its not supposed to break my collar bone but instead give just enough to still keep me in the seat and keep my bones in one piece.
-Real freaking steel holds the car together. Not the Japanese "the lighter and thinner the better" crap. I wanna know my car is going to hold me inside, not tear like an old woman's flesh.

The Honda? They have the standard side impact curtains; and they're inexpensive and have great resale value.

The seller at the Honda dealership pushed nothing but the fact that they resell so damned well, even after we told him we'll be keeping the car for at least 10 years he kept pushing what we could get for it in 3.

The seller at the Ford dealership? Told us about the fantastic safety features. Like, did you know I have a trunk release thing- inside the trunk! You know, in case someone wants to kidnap me and stuff me in there I'll have a simple and easy glow in the dark handle to pull and voila, I'm free!

The Honda's were nice and drove well and are built solely for market value. The Ford was equally as nice and drove just as well and built for me.

Here it is, my new shiny ride. It Ink Blue, but Jeremy calls it a bass boat blue. This picture does it no justice. In direct sunlight it is prominent royal blue with little glittery blue specks beaming in the sun. When not in direct light it is easily confused to be black or a very near black kind of blue. Make sense? No? Well, you'll just have to take my word for it then.

I'm happy with it and Kyra's making no complaints so I think it's a keeper. For the next 10 years anyway.

You Love Me- You Really Do!

Its been brought to my attention that you all would really like an updated post. So here you have it.

The in-laws hopped through our great state in a fiery windstorm that left Jeremy, Kyra and I exhausted and in need of some rest Saturday night.

Sunday was spent at church, then taking naps, then buying new furniture and browsing at new cars after hours so the damned sales people aren't busy hovering over you chiming over and over again "what can we do to get you into this car" to which I always have to bite my tongue from saying "You could back off, Jack Ass, so I can have a moment with my husband to decide what's the best way to run you over and make a clean break for home."

Car shopping is super great fun!

Today we have Toddler Time at the library and after that it's off to get a loan approved so we can score ourselves a sweet new ride.

Is that the update you guys were hoping for? No? Well, come back tomorrow. Jeremy has to work and it should be a bit calmer in my house. I bet I'll be able to actually throw together a post of substance.

Until then, would you guys rather see me in a Honda Accord or a Ford Fusion? Accords are always nice looking reliable cars. The Fusion wasn't even on my radar until last night when Jer insisted we stop at the Ford dealership. If you haven't seen one, Fusions are super sexy on the outside and freaking hott on the inside. Hopefully the drive is as sweet as the car itself.