What a random day.

I am not thankful for the following:

1. My boss’s horrible mood today-Happy Friday everyone!

2. Getting yelled at by clients-This is not fair

3. Meeting a new client that may or may not be a serial killer (a la Kevin Spacey in Seven or “Se7en” for absolute correctness)

4. Sitting in an office on a beautiful afternoon when I could be reading on my front porch.

But those are stinky things to focus on.  I much prefer the happier things.

I am thankful for the following:

1. My daughter’s Honor Roll breakfast – She’s smart and they had Starbucks. #Winning!

2. Having a super easy job and getting paid to hang out with cool people all day.

3. Back to that breakfast, there was a kid there named Wee Wang and that made me giggle all day*

4. A husband that loves me all the way to moon and back

The list could go on and on, but I have to save SOMETHING for later posts…I bet you’re all on the edge of your seat waiting for the next one already.

Oh, and BTW, that little * is to let you all know that I have the sense of humor of a 12 year old.  If this is not appealing to you, you probably shouldn’t read this anymore.  I mean, how is that name not funny?  My brother would have died.  But then again, he’s an 18 year old boy, so that makes sense.  My husband LOL’ed when I told him and this further validated my opinion that this was laugh and text worthy.

I got a text from my hubs this afternoon that he wanted to take the fam out to dinner. Stoked! I went and picked up our son from his other mom’s house(more on that later) and we rushed home.  We all got ready and went to a super cute Mexican place.  We had a blast waiting for our table and people watching. I saw ( in no particular order) a fanny pack, socks with flats, leggings under capris and a turtleneck.  These things made me ridiculously happy.  The chips and salsa were sooooo good. ( I could live on chips and salsa, btw) I looked around the table while we were in this cozy little restaurant at my four (yes, four) little kidlets and my heart was full! I ate my weight in chips, plus some deep fried goodness of a chimichanga, and drank 3 iced teas.  At the end of the meal, my hubs bought all of us those little Andes after dinner mints and I felt like a little kid again going out to eat after Sunday night church.  One of my all time favorite memories of growing up.  Every Sunday night. Good times.  Came home and wrestled in the living room in an impromptu smackdown.  Since none of you were here, I will say that I was victorious. 3 out of 6 people cried at some point and we all laughed.  A lot.   Wrestling success.

I have the greatest family.  I never thought I would have 4 kids.  But they make me happy.  I’m not a traditional mom.  I’m not very maternal, but no one can say that I don’t love my kids to the ends of the earth and back.  They make me proud and humble and blessed and frustrated and crazy and calm all at the same time. I have the amazingest husband on the planet.  He is my best friend.  I tell him everything.  He puts up with my “creative outbursts,” random thoughts texts throughout the day, my need for quiet in the morning, the high decibel level in which I speak at all times, the fact that I don’t know how to whisper and still insist on trying, the fact that I talk from morning ‘til night and throughout the night in my sleep, don’t pay attention while I drive, tell long-winded work stories, spew out ideas all the time whether they fit in the conversation or not, start a story as if we were in the middle of a conversation and expect him to read my mind and just “catch up,” my obsession with magazines and reading them back to front…he puts up with it all.  And somehow at the end of every crazy day, I fall asleep knowing that I am loved, I am leaving a legacy of love with my babies, that I replaced ungrateful thoughts with thankful thoughts and laughed a lot, even if it was at something silly and immature…it made me happy and brought a soothing to my heart and soul.

My youngest daughter, Danielle, or “Changa” or LaLa, she goes by all of the above, but mostly by Changa.  That’s what Marcos has called her since she was a baby…she has this monkey hat that she got for her birthday…it’s literally never left her head unless I made her take it off while she sleeps to wash it.

So, today, I thought we should all take turns in the infamous monkey hat.

the old lady monkey...yours truly
My hubby Marcos...My favorite Monkey
My oldest Monkey, Devante
The oldest monkey girl, Julianna
The original monkey girl "changa"
My baby monkey, Malachi a.k.a. Mali
Crazy Monkeys
Please excuse the walls and the squares of paint swatches…someday we’ll paint over the ugly “art” that the last owners left us with:)