BULL SH!T

This past week I read the book “Sh*t My Dad Says”, and I am inspired with this parenting style. Basically, it consists of saying the “F” word a lot, calling the kids “a$$holes”, and saying “BULL SH!T” when you hear a lie.  No more nice Barbie.  Da boyz are going start cleaning their pee off the bathroom floor and whipping the ketchup off the kitchen wall.  I may even throw in a bad word or two. Only for emphasis purposes, of course, to let them know I mean business. 

 

I am happy to report that I have only called my husband “stupid” once in the past month and a half and even when I don’t like him, I love him.  We are newlyweds, happy, and still smiling.  The mister surprised me with a cycling trip in November.  We will be riding across the state of Texas to support wounded worriers.

 

Things are different from this time last year.   Everything from being married, celebrating Mother’s Day with my new mom, figuring out summer camps for the kids, and squeezing in training bike rides before working on a LBJ Presidential report.

 

Life really is good.

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 This post I wanted to show case a few my favorite pictures.   

 

 

Against the mister’s wishes, I am posting this picture of us sitting around in our underwear. Joe (the 6 year old) took the picture as we were winding down for the evening. I love how I look so enamored with the mister.  What I like even more is that Joe saw something here worth capturing.

Oh, Batman.  Will you take a picture with me?  Can you pick me up or something?

We ran the Fiesta Fandango run.  It is a 2.6 mile run that leads off the night parade.  Each year, I hope to do new things or something that I have never done.  This year, I was on a float and it made my day.

 

You may have noticed that I put flowers in my hair.  Da boyz will pick a flower for me and I put it right in my hair.  The other day we went on a hike and I ended up with a bouquet of flowers.  Seriously, I feel like the luckiest gal in da world.

El Boracho walks around NIOSA enjoying the festivities.  This year his girlfriend was with him and carrying his things.  She seemed to not be appreciating all the girls taking pictures with her man, but, it is NIOSA.  I ALWAYS get a picture with El Boracho.

Fiesta is not fiesta without a picture with Melvis.  He is the Mexican Elvis and the figure of El Mercado in San Antonio.  See for yourself.  Melvis is the front cover picture on El Mercado website.  I look way too excited to be rocking with this legend.

I hope you enjoy just as much as I do.

It's the day after...

The day after,

The day after,

The day after,

The day after,

my birthday-

AND I am still celebrating!

  

 

This year I am excited to celebrate my birthday.  I have so much to be happy about and lovin’ life. 

 

I have a new husband, I have da boyz that love on me, and I have a wonderful new mom that makes me birthday signs and invites my closest family to celebrate my birthday. I have a sister that will make me an aunt again, a terribly cute nephew, and two super cute nieces. And of course, Roxy that runs me crazy. All that packaged under a new house.

 

Since the average life span of a woman is 78 years old, statistically speaking, I have lived half my life. When I think of it that way, I have so much left to do.