Juicy Couture Slumber Party

Get Ready For A Juicy Slumber Party, Girlie Girls

This pillow case, journal, pen and eye mask is perfect for your daughters night full of truth or dare, facials and beauty sleep.

This is the ultimate sleeping bag. Plush and delicate for a good nights sleep. The floor never felt so good. 

Now I don't know about your daughter but mine loves the boy shorts. And so do I. They are so comfortable and cute.

This is my favorite piece. The terry wash kit is wonderful for facials and ex-foliating. How adorable is this set. Truly a girl's night out with some fashionable Juicy Couture.

Find these sets and more at Bloomingdale's.

Celebrating You

Twelve years ago, I would have never expected this life we share together. We've been true to one another, making each other feel loved and wanted. You've been my rock when I've been weak, my encouragement, my soul, my one and only. No one ever loved me as much as you. At times I thought it was a little too much love but anyone would be lucky to have your compassion. You stay true to yourself and put no one before your children or I. We are your life and you are ours.

Celebrating you today makes me happy. I have never felt so happy in my entire life. Now that we're both 30, I feel our lives are gonna be wider and fuller. The love we share can never fade and your birthday today just makes us that much closer.

you are my cupcake

my dance in the rain

my entire life

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happy birthday to a very special man in my life

$Where's My Money$

After I finished most of my usual, I laid on the bed to watch a movie on Lifetime yesterday. Miss H was extremely tired from riding her bike. We all were. I tried to convince her to take a nap until dinner was ready. I thought by laying with her she would fall asleep. I started dozing off. She slid off the side of the bed and was on the floor. She's bringing Dad's(Bryan's, her dad not mine)(people get confused) birthday card back in the room that we had already sealed up in the envelope, trying to open and I'm telling her no. It will ruin the seal.

Sobbing, "But Mom, I have to put something special inside of it."

"We will get another envelope and put it inside of that one."

She wouldn't tell me what the something special was. I just figured another drawing she did for him. I'm tired and don't feel like arguing with a whine baby, so I just open that envelope and tell her to take care of her business. Leave me alone now. She's over on the floor, fiddling. After about 10 minutes or so, Bry comes into the bedroom. She's finally laying with me. He goes to his side of the bed and looks on his night stand, in his photo storage thing where he keeps his change.

"Vic, where's my money."

"What money. Like I know."

"You took the $100." "I need it for gas."

"What the hell would I take your money for. I don't need it."

The look on Hannah's face was fear. Almost so much there were tears. I look at Bry, he looks at me and we bust out laughing.

I just figured out what she needed to put into his birthday card. $100. Mind you, there were dollar bills lying in there too but she took the big bucks.

"Is that what you put in daddy's card?"

Complete and utterly silence. Staring at me like, is this okay mommy. I knew she didn't want to say anything because it's supposed to be a SURPRISE. Without her saying anything, we knew, grinned, smiled and laughed. "It's okay big girl."

Finally she asked if he wanted it back. He said no, allowing her to feel good about giving him something other than a drawing.

I had no idea money was even over there. I don't need it. I pay no attention. I let him handle getting gas, etc, etc....

These kids are clever.

What'd you get for your Birthday B. Oh, just a hundred bucks from myself. Hahahahahahahahahaha(:

Whitney Eve Fashion

I've loved Whitney since The Hills and was thrilled that her clothing line was coming out. But I have to say, I'm not so pleased. I finally got a chance to shop online and only a selected few caught my eye. Here are the pieces I would wear-pretty, elegant, and classy.....

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She's obviously got a lot of connections and I like her very much but I think when designing her pieces, she thought more about what she liked, would wear instead of what everyone else would like, wear. If I only found 2 pieces, that's not saying much about the Whitney Eve Clothing line. Just sayin'

My Big Fat Mouth

We haven't shopped at Walmart since the Walmart Can Go Suck Wally Balls Post 

FELT GOOD NOT GIVING THEM OUR $$

Little Miss H needed a new bike and luck wouldn't have it that they were the only ones down the street that had a bike for her. Go figure. I promised her a bike and took her there on Saturday. I said we were all running in (physically), grabbing the bike (cause I did some research on the web before hand) and getting the hell out of there as fast as possible. I wanted nothing to do with them but Target, my dear friends did not have anything for my peanut. Why don't they make a 17". The 16 is too small and 18" is slightly too big but we found one with training wheels to get her going again. She could barely touch the ground. But we figure it's the only option and she'll grow faster than me posting this. Grabbed it quick, believe you me, we rushed in like flying bats and got to the register in the garden center (because I hate the front part and wanted to avoid those cashiers) in a matter of minutes. No one in line...thought FANTASTIC. We're getting in and out like planned. Hand the YOUNG, very young girl the slip for the bike, tell her it was the last one and it has a tiny hole in the seat, I want a discount. I could not hear her. It's loud back there. Fans are blowing, it's the garden center for pete's sake. 

"You'll have to speak up, I can't hear you."

Mind you, I am not that far from her.

She just has a very low voice. You know. That soft, sweet, innocent tone a young girl working at Walmart has.

She repeats herself.

"I still cannot hear you, your gonna have to SPEAK up."

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"I can't give you a discount, we don't give discounts, I'm not authorized." Still quiet. I just shoved my ear into her mouth.

"THEN get a manager who can authorize. I know you can give me at least 10% off a used bike, call whoever you need to call."

I'm not huffing and puffing over a little tiny hole. I just don't like them. I deserve a discount for having to walk into the place. 

The guy who assembles the bikes walks up. Looks at her and asks her what she needs. 

"She has a question for you."

"You tell him the problem, your the worker."

"She wants a 10% discount."

Tell him why, you stupid bitch. Are you scared or something. Her face at this moment is dropped to the floor, beating red. 

I look at him and say, "There is a hole in the seat, it's used and that's the last one, 10% is fine with me."

"Yeah NO PROBLEMO. Give her 10% off. Everyone happy."

"Sure am. She just needs to learn how to communicate. She has no communication skills." 

"Thanks."

Very well. Moving on. I said thanks to the girl that I scared the shit out of by being a big fat mouth. Smiled and headed out into the pouring rain, smiling, laughing inside and feeling damn good that I have a voice. 

"Did you really have to scare the little girl." B states after leaving.

Look. I walk the talk and get what I want. When I say 10% off, I want 10% off. When I say bow down, bow down. I'm not playing this hush hush game. You got something to say then say it. 

In the end, I get what I want, when I want, for whatever reason I want. B's not the same. He gets the police called on him at Walmart. The guy would have given me my money back. Fo Sho.

Miss H rode her bike today without the training wheels. She knew how to before, the bike was just a tad big but she's learning to hop off the seat when she needs to stop. She'll grow. Soon enough. 

Let's hope that is the LAST pit stop into Wally World. They do have some good stuff though. Darn.

Lizards Play Dead

Okay. Seriously don't be thinking just because we killed that snake that we murder every living thing out there. Really, we don't. Not on purpose anyways. We live in a place where these things just excite us and meanwhile we get carried away and hurt them. My kids {and I} get in the middle of chasing lizards, chameleons, whatever you want to call them and stress the shit out of them. Call me mean, rude, killa, go ahead. We didn't kill this little guy. We just stressed it out. They play dead at that point. I told the girls to stop but M had her friends over and kept antagonizing the feller. The tail came off. It'll grow back.

He floated on the seahorse-

Played Dead-

Swam a little-

Then back to his normalcy-

We let him go. He's alright. I'm sure he had fun. Really.

TGIF Literally : Link Up, Blog Hop

As I plopped onto to my bed at 7:30 last night, I dozed off talking to my maker. My mind is all over the place and I completely feel no grip. I feel totally different in so many ways. I used to get up all hours of the night and check on my children, go through and make sure all windows were locked but my body tells me not to be such an ocd freak lately. I took a shower yesterday with the front door unlocked. Are you kidding me. The guy next door is my age and follows us to the pool some days. Really. He watches when we go down and then he comes down. He never goes to the pool unless we do. Weird. Maybe he likes me. I don't know. He put a camera outside his door. Is this high crime. I think not. What the hell is the sense of having that thing out there. Do you have a million dollars under your bed. Let me get some of dat shit. He had a party last weekend, left the door butted open to throw their Budweiser cans in the trash outside the door. That's what they do these days. Very well. I wouldn't want that shitty ass beer smell in my house either.

I've been so drained that I honestly couldn't finish my prayer. That's so wrong in so many ways. I fell asleep thanking him for everything, including today. There are moments when I believe he knows what I'm thinking so when I don't talk to him out loud, he understands. I'm a sinner and have failed at so many things. My life was planned out for me before I was born. He knew then and knows now where I'm going, what kind of person I am. He's always there and will never leave me.

There are so many things I'm thankful, grateful for.

-Today. It's Friday and my babe doesn't have to work weekends. We love them so much it's pathetic.

-My girls. They make me laugh and smile each and everyday. They light up my life more than you could ever know.

-My motorcycle. Yes mine. Although I don't drive the thing. It's really B's. He had to come meet me at Target yesterday because my piece of shit car wouldn't start. I waited 15 minutes, no man stopped to ask if I needed help, just turned their slothy cheeks. Man up seriously. I didn't need your help, my hubs is coming to the rescue but you could have at least asked me if I was okay. I left my hood up on purpose:

and I stood out there in jeans and burnt my feet:

And I had the BIGGEST grin on My snobby face because I was laughing at all of these men who didn't have the balls to say anything to me. No. 2 very nice women did though. They asked if I was okay, if I needed help and I said my husband is coming, thanks so much for asking though. That's all I really wanted. I understand you don't have time or maybe cannot fix my car but at least ask, ya know.

So B started the thing on the first try. I'm not retarded, it really wouldn't start for me. I got it home and turned it off, tried starting again and the starter is bad. He went this morning to fix. Thank God for MY MAN and getting us home so we didn't have to stand in the boiling heat much longer. My swamp ass needed a long bath and that's what it got.

- The roof over our head. It's on the third floor with amazing views but I still need family close. Sucks when you can't have everything. But thankful for what we got.

- My coffee this morn. I was trying to drink just water but halfway through this post it was calling my name.

- All of you. You put a smile on my face every time I read your comments. Thanks for being a fabulous friend.

The list could and should go on but today I wanted to have a link party. Please link up so I can head over to your blogs. It doesn't need to be a TGIF Literally post, just link to your blog and that way we can have a blog hop party. Visit as many blogs as you'd like.

Thanks and Enjoy The Weekend;)

M In The Jungle

It's hurricane season and we've had beautiful sunny days with stormy, dark thundery nights. M's birthday party was later in the afternoon, that's when it starts to rain on our parade but we never hold back. We're animals in the jungle. We love all kinds of weather. Bring it on. The party ended up being in our home. We live on the 3rd floor so the view of nature is stunning. Dark or bright. The condo living is like a kids playground. Running up and down the halls/stairs never gets old. Getting antsy in the house, go in the hall. Goodbye.

The balloon fight couldn't get put on hold any longer. We took a bucket out and started right in. The girls and their friends ran up and down the halls like wild baboons. I kept trying to throw them at the girls on the ground but they wouldn't brake. M tried to find them and got caught in spider webs.

Watch Out! There's a SNAKE!

Gotcha!

What You Can Handle

My coffee pot is making some funky noises.

I always had that motherly spirit in me. I took care of kids when I was very young and did it perfectly. Got babies to hush, wiped ass better than most adults, protected them like no other. I wanted kids more than anything and thankfully was given two but that's all he gave me. I never wanted to get tied but something told me to do it after Miss H. I didn't really have to think twice, I just made the decision.

M is my easy child. She was never a difficult baby, a mommy's girl but never whiny, tantrumish, devilish, or tough. Always calm, respectful, quick learner, healthy and delightful. Then came Miss H. She was a very good baby. Precious beyond imaginable. Those big bold blue eyes gave my heart goosebumps. Then she turned 24 months and all hell broke loose. Her learning, speech was delayed, she whined a lot but I kept saying she'll grow out of it. She went through the terrible twos and still is, she stomps, throws her head, jerks herself and makes me go insane. I still believed she'd grow out of it. It's just a stage.

Health issues erupted, making me believe it had something to do with her acting this way. Maybe she has brain problems. B threw in my face that I always said I wanted a child with problems. I said I could handle anything God gave me and I wanted a child with down syndrome, autism or mental retardation. Well I got what I asked for. Just not to that extent. He gave me what he knew I could handle and that's that. I've been given two daughters who are completely opposite. Who have different personalities and who I can raise with no problems. I've had to pay more attention to my baby, M has been my backbone.

After spending an entire 7 days with my sister and her four boys, I fully grasp the saying, "God only gives you what you can handle." It's beyond true.

I watched the way she takes care of them (I already knew but it's different living and seeing it everyday) and I observed the mother in her. I physically had an out of body experience due to the lack of sleep, noise and hectic, holy shitness. We were two functioning mothers with six kids to feed, bathe, change, soak with sunscreen, wipe tears, asses, hands, and faces on top of laundry, getting ourselves ready, feeding ourselves, cleaning messes and getting them calm for the eve. It was total ruckus. The testosterone is out of control. These four boys were given to this young mother and for some reason or another God knew she could handle it. Which she does, not perfectly but the best way she knows how and succeeds at being the most stunning mother those boys could ever have.

Despite the fact that they are boys, out of control and crazy, I think highly of her regardless of our different views on parenting. I never once thought a parent was perfect and never will. No one is. But to take care of four boys basically on your own, made me understand deeper that God's plan for each of us is different. And the purpose of this life is so very meaningful that we get too involved to realize the beauty of it all.

No matter what anyone thinks about any mother, I know that this mother is strong, courageous and something else to have come so far and I know her future will be brighter than gold.

Taste The Rainbow

Since I disgusted everyone by the last post, I thought I'd better make it up with this beautiful rainbow I captured.

A Dad is So Much More Than a Father

Having a father figure in my life has always been important for me since mine passed when I was just five. My uncle immediately took that role and forever will be my second father. But he is more than a father. He's a Dad. A dad who loves stronger than any other, a man who fights for what he believes in, a dad who never forgets his baby girls special dates, a man who I love more than the roof over my head.

My daddy called me goobs. I sat on his lap everyday and chewed the gum he always gave me. I hear stories about how much I was a daddy's girl and having that cut short was devastating to me because more than anything in life, the relationship with your parents is most important. They gave us this life and to only share five of them wasn't good enough. Although I see my mother in me more as I grow old, I see my fathers eyes when I look deep. His personality and heart.

That's why when I had children of my own, I knew the man who gave them this life would be the dad I wanted more than anything. The man that I share two beautiful daughters with has been more than his own. A protector, lover, provider and so much more. His own father was never there for him but a stronger man who stepped in to take that role has been his dad and that speaks volumes. He loves this boy more than his own father and for that reason a dad is so much more than a father.

My daughters have an awesome dad. A dad who gives them the life we never had. A dad who I am so very proud of. He's my world, my life, my everything.

Happy Dad's Day Babe

These Kids

Hello friends. Boy have I missed. I know you know I've been crazy busy especially when I've been m.i.a for weeks. We had to get a laptop and although it's a really nice one, I have no idea what I'm doing on it. I said to B that I must get a usb thingy ma-jig to upload all of my gazillion photos, he says there is a sd slot in the front of the laptop....o m gosh......I looked forever at the thing last night....tells you a lot. I have no idea where to begin since I have so much,.... so I decided to just start with these kids........ARE OUR LIFE!

The sun was so bright but you know me....I gotta get those pics......and all they wanted to do was go play tennis.....

I could sleep on this grass...it's that soft and smooth......

Getting impatient...let's go already...enough with the pics.....

A Couple More

♥Moms ROCK♥

Aunt Sonz with her girls!


Baby Patrick

Don't hold your breath...more coming right up!;) Happy weekend!

I Love This Awful Tragic Most Beautiful Life

Oh where, oh where has Miss Victoria been. Busy. That's for damn sure. I feel like my life is beyond hectic right now. We just moved into the new place, had family down for an entire week and finished school. M graduated elementary and is headed to middle school. Her ceremony had me crying like a big fat baby. I'm using a laptop (which I hate) and can't upload all of my millions of pictures from these past few weeks. I have so much to share it's unbelievable.

It felt good to fall asleep yesterday at 5 pm. considering I've been deprived these past few weeks. No sleep had my mind going in tangens. Non stop running around, laundry overload and six kids is enough to make you go bizzzzerk. I don't think I've sat still for a minute. No lie.

We live on a gulf course. There are bears ( I spotted a little one the other morning), alligators, turtles and a lot of rabbits. Nathan (my eldest nephew) saw the alligator in the water. The turtles are enormous. There is just so much more to do here. I can get my tennis game back on (we did the other night), swim in a fabulous pool with no old farts, play golf, get spectacular photos because the view is amazing, have dinner at the country club, get the boat out and go on the water......soooooo much better.

I was sad to see my sister and her boys go. It was a nice visit but when your taking care of six kids and don't get a minute to yourselves it makes me wanna cry. I would have liked to do just me and her but at least we got to visit.

M's 11th Birthday is tomorrow, mine the next day and dad's at the end of the month....very busy for us.

Can't wait to get more settled to share:) Hope everyone is well and fab!!:)

xoxo

Gotta Love a Wild Child

Wheeeeewwwwwwwwy whew phew phew. We've been having the TIME of our LIVES. These kids are beyond HILARIOUS when they're all together. We went to the beach with everyone before my mom, uncle and cousins left. It was relaxing, beautiful and fun. Although everyone got burnt the day before in the pool {with 100SPF on}, they couldn't resist digging for shells and sitting in the warm ocean.

M is definitely my wild child when it comes to exciting adventures. She loves the wildlife, anything thrilling.

She always finds the grossest things. She's not afraid to pick em up and scare people. She found this little crab and threw it on everyone. She freaked Aunt Sonya out-

put it on Nana's body and it crawled all over her hiney:

Showing Jerick-Some fat guy had to ruin the picture. What else is new.

Three Cuties

Good Morning Sunshine

I had about 2.2 seconds of sleep since picking my sister and her four boys up in Orlando. Somehow I got lost getting there. That was okay because her flight got delayed. But the way I took got me there quicker than expected. Don't ask me how because I'm clueless when it comes to directions even though they're right in my face. And I've driven these roads a million times. It must have been me paying attention to the scenery, taking photos while I drive:

I call B. Use your gps on your phone he says. Oh. That would be smart. I hate using it because if I'm traveling I need to save my battery to call people in case of an emergency. And I still don't have a charger for the car which is ridiculous because I can never find one for my phone.

Orlando exits from 77-88 are HORRIBLE:

Notice how far I stay away from traffic. It was crazy. I don't know how I managed to be alone for a minute with no one right next to me, on my bumper or me on theirs.

Flight wasn't getting in until 10:20pm now. I hung out in my old town. Lake Mary.

I don't miss. I did shop at Target and Home Goods while waiting. Had to stretch the legs. I bought this reversible dress:

Wore it for 10.6 seconds and M decided to rip it off me and wear it to our Target the next day. M and Nate-2 peas in a pod!

This morning I woke to take Baby Patrick outback because he immediately threw a fit. I laid him in the grass where he gazed at the sky, trees and listened to the birds while drinking his bottle:

Then everyone came out in their pajamas with Chips Ahoy for breakfast and sat in the grass with us:

Nate is hiding the cookies from everyone while JD sneaks one when he's not paying attention: CLEVER.

More from this bunch coming right up. ;) Enjoy this beautiful gift.......today!