About the CELL

I like to pretend that my living room is a scene in some intense movie.  I'm some 20 pound twig with nice boobs and luscious locks who is trying to steal the prize jewels.  There is a maze to travel through that will test my wit and cunning while I decide whether I slink through the laser laced hallway or if I'd rather attempt the gauntlet to reach the prize worth millions.

Only I'm a 250 lb log with giant knockers and a mom-do that I've been sporting since 2002 (Can anybody say "Messy bun?")  There's a maze to travel through alright but it's more like a maze covered with lego carpets and arguments that end in statements like "BECAUSE I SAID SO!"  The ultimate prize while worth mere pennies to some is worth billions to me: successfully raising the CELL.

The CELL is made up of 4 major components:

The CELL

 Christian: 10 years old.  Amazingly smart soon-to-be fifth grader who wants to design video games when he grows up.  He knows everything there is to know about everything (even things he knows nothing about).  Don't believe me?  Just ask him.

Eryk: 9 years old.  Super gorgeous kid who happens to have Autism.  I don't mind the Autism.  I embrace it.  He loves to dance and once answered that he "just wanted to be a daddy" when asked about his career aspirations.  Let's just hope that he doesn't start on that career choice too early.

Lynnayah: 6 years old.  My only girl.  I begged and pleaded God for a girl.  I just wanted to have somebody that spawned from my loins that I could understand.  What do I know about penises!? NOTHING.  I needed another person with a vagina in my household.  God granted my wish with a giant smile on his face.  Lynnayah is not only one girl- she is the girl to end all girls.  She's gorgeous and she knows it.  She's clever and fearless.  She is everything I could hope for and everything my mother was talking about when she said "Just you wait, you'll have a child just like you and Lord help you then!"  Thanks Mom.  Thanks.  I am terrified of what the teenage Lynnayah is going to be like but I pray with all the arguing and hormones I experience now, 10-20 will be breezy.

Logan: also 6 years old (but they aren't twins- I was just crazy).  If I could sum Logan up in one word, it'd be something like "Sewiouswy!?"  Logan is absolutely gorgeous.  You look at him and you're blinded by the absolute and prominent glory of all that God is capable of.  Then you stand close and he head butts you and suddenly, you're brought back to Earth with a clear and crystal understanding of why football players where cups.  He's rough and tumble but ever so playful.

All in all, these four little people make my life worth living.  They definitely keep me on my toes.  They're pretty hardcore with just enough snuggles and kisses goodnight to make it worth while.

About me?  Well, I'm kind of amazing.  Really.  I mean, try not to be jealous.  It takes a lot of work to be this incredible.  I truly am awe strikingly fantastic.  On the real though,  I spend a lot of my time advocating for families with special needs kids, reading, Facebooking, attempting to not fail at Pinterest experiments and working on the PTA.

I'm married.  And not just married but happily married.  Props to David, my husband.  He's kind of amazing but kind of an ass all in one.  He makes me happy though.  Extremely.  I once tried to make him sleep out on the couch during an argument and ended up punishing myself because I missed him so much.  Figure that one out.  A lot of people say we're like oil and water but really, we mix that up and we get one hell of a sizzle.

Hello Gorgeous!

So that's me.  I look forward to blogging and getting to know folks through this process.  Should be a lot of fun one way or the other ;)