Five Question Friday

So here's the dealeo...MamaM asks 5 questions ever Friday! We post in our blogs our answers and have a whole ton of fun! Just keep reading and see just how much fun this is!



1. What's your guilty pleasure?

I don't really think I have guilty pleasure...the one snack that I love the most and WILL NOT GIVE UP is ranch dip and chips...seriously! Try to take that from me!

2. What is your favorite TV series?

What the heck!? Do I have to just say one? How's about a few...
*NCIS - love me some Abby & McGee!
*One Tree Hill - Love Love Love it!
*Secret Life of an American Teenager (I feel like a teen!)
*Gilmore Girls - I cried when this show went off the air!

3. Can you speak any foreign languages?

Yes one...and very few people can speak it...Jessicaism! LOL


4. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

If I count them...Fireman will make get rid of some...so I have to keep that on the DL...follow me!?

I have to give you a number??? How bout a generalization? It's well in to the two digit range!

5. What's your favorite kind of M&M's...peanut, almond, straight up regular, etc.?

Peanut Butter! You know the ones in the red bag!? Heck yeah! Love me some PB M&Ms!


Now then...was that just a blast???? Okay...it's your turn...no really you can do this!

Just hop over here and get to it! I don't see that mouse moving!!!!

Going Home...

I just recently got our itunes account "authorized" on the laptop and was finally able to listen to some music while, deciding what I was going to blog about tonight, when all of a sudden Chris Daughtry began to sing to me about "Home." (side note: I totally love Daughtry and "Home" is one of my favorite songs!)

Made me think...Home? What is home?

Some say that home is that place where you lay your head...I thought that was a pillow...no seriously...Growing up I was able to sleep anywhere I laid my head. Not that I was always sleeping somewhere different, but rather I was in my bed, at my grandmother's or aunt and uncle's home, I could sleep. So if that is the truth then I had lots of homes!

Some say going home refers to dying...going home to meet the Creator and so forth.

Home is that set of keys on the keyboard your fingers touch in the resting position.

Home is that final bag you cross in order to score in baseball.


Sitting on my bed, laptop in front of me, baby monitor to my side...I can hear the sounds, all the sounds echoing through the house. SecretAgent and DareDevil in the bathtub, doing who knows what. I can hear the water cutting on and off. (Yeah, that's not good!) Izzy is in the exersaucer bouncing up and down, jabbering away at anyone who will listen, and fussing at those who won't listen. Fireman's talking to his "baby girl" and ever so calmly reminding the boys that they need to be on their bottoms in the tub or else...SPLASH...apparently they jumped and landed on thier bottoms, which now means my bathroom floor is covered in water! There goes Buck. He's on the back porch barking at...I have no clue what! All these sounds...they make up my HOME...no matter how annoying or aggrevating they may get...these are the sounds of my HOME...the HOME I love and the place I WANT to go to!

So you see Home is what you make it! So LOVE it and ENJOY it!

Help! I've Been ATTACKED!!!

Ok...for those of you who know me from BEFORE kids, know that I was overly organized and pretty good at housekeeping. Since the kiddos were born...well...I basically stink at keeping a clean house! I read all these wonderfully written blogs and books about ways to organize and stay clean...I could probably get it...no...I can't. You see Fireman would have to get it too, and I don't know that he can! Bless his soul!

So...recently I asked some fellow bloggers about their laundry habits. That seems to be the toughest chore for me. You see...I HATE IT. I hate everything about! I would be pleased to light a match to it and light it all! Burn it up I tell ya!!

I need discipline...someone to be accountable too...soooooooo....I present you with...(drum roll please) THE LAUNDRY PILE!!!!

It is my goal that this pile be gone...washed, dried, folded and put away by Saturday! (Without using matches) Yep! That's the plan...Prayers people...lots of prayers