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Firmoo “Free” Eyeglass Giveaway!!

April 24, 2013 - Author: Mango

Hello people!!! For those who need a few more eyes than just two, such as myself, I have the perfect solution for you! Firmoo, an online eyeglass solution website is doing a MASSIVE eyeglass giveaway for first time customers! I myself, have went through the phenomenal experience of picking and ordering a pair of glasses that became love at first sight…get it?! LOL!!
The experience is, you sift through all the unique choices of eyewear, ranging from prescription eyeglasses to prescription sunglasses.

If you are as particular as I am, you can upload your picture to fit the glasses to your face. When you package arrives, you get a cool eyeglass tool, for tightening up the screws if they become loose, and a pretty cloth for cleaning your eyeglasses. Besides getting them free, for your first time, they have great reasonable prices, unlike the neighborhood eyeglass stores that trick you with a “buy 2 pair for $78″…and when you actually get to that section of glasses in that price, they are ugly, too small for your face or slim pickins.
Do yourself a favor, treat yourself to a FREE pair of glasses, on Firmoo!

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Who’s In Control?!

April 17, 2013 - Author: Mango

So, a couple months back, I decided I NEEDED to get off coffee. because after the high of delicious coffee has came to a screeching holt, I get angry. Much like the Hulk, where I’m ready to rip things and people to shreds. So, it was the safe thing to do…right? Only thing is…I LOVE COFFEE!!! So i figured out if I dope up on some vitamins each day, the crash is not noticeable, and I can enjoy with less anger;)
For some reason, it’s been hard for me to admit things that I actually enjoy, and stand firm on the decision that I like love things. Like I LOVE tv!!! I can’t live without it! I won’t clean in a room that I can’t hear or watch it face to face!!!! I allowed my 3yr old to watch tv from morning, noon and night, and sometimes in the wee am, because she’s apparently addicted too!!!! BUT WHO CARES!!!!?? It helps my sanity if she’s happy, are we going to melt because of this habit?!! Is there a tv police coming to arrest me?!!! WHO CARES!!!!
I LOVE ALL Housewives franchises!!! I LOVE watching them pull each other’s hair out, because I never can do anything outside of, being my kids and husband’s chauffeur or maid!!! IF I didn’t have cable, I would fall deep into a depression, because tv is entertaining!! HA…There I said it!!
You know what bothers me? When I take my kids to appointments, and there is some dumb assistant/dietitian that is fat or doesn’t have kids themselves, and tells me that I need to monitor my kids sugar and snack intake, and only allow them to watch tv for 1-2 hours a day!!! What happens if I do? Hey, I know my boundaries. I’m not so skinny either, so why would I tell anyone about how to be skinny? That’s stupid! I’m just saying!

Somedays, I love my life…and somedays, I feel like running away. I often say that, and if I so choose to run for the hils, I warn: Don’t send the authorizes after me trying to locate me, it’s best that the state preserves it’s resources. I’ve shared some of this info with my mothers…which involves my mother in-law, my mother and my step mother, and they have expressed that they want to accompany me in my excursion to the hills, so it’ll be more of a party then a actually missing person’s case..you think?
Today is Wednesday, which means Erinn, my busy 7yr old gets out early, which is the dumbest thing for EVERY Wednesday, if you ask me. I actually dread those days. Quiet time never seems enough. Maybe because I go to sleep with them and wake up..so I think I can safely say, I’m with them EVERY waking hour:/ I love them, but can I go to the bathroom alone?

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Biological Clocks and Bowel Movements

March 5, 2013 - Author: Mango

Hello Out there!! It’s yet another day fo me. A small snow storm finishing up outside. From day to day, I’m still trying to figure out what I wanna do with myself…in my 30′s, is that even normal. Of coarse I’ve had a small career, that I actually went to school for, but when you get older you change. Your desires are different. What you can tolerate changes.
Motherhood is a hoax! Who said that you would have the possibility of waking up EVERY morning, and fight with your 7yr old about what to eat, what’s the next step toward getting ready for school? I think someone slipped me a mickey when I screamed
“My biological clock is ticking!!”
Somebody should’ve just hit me over the head with my biological clock, and maybe I would’ve been fulfilled enough with my freedom at the time. I’ve been coming down with some little bug for about a week, and it finally hit me hard Sunday. My throat ached, by head banged…but WHO CARES!!!??
When Mom is sick, that just means, you must continue to bug her, and not let her rest peacefully. Who is our replacement when we get sick?
I want to take up my contract!!!
If I try to run away, they will only pack thier bags along with me, since I can’t exctly go to the bathroom by myself.
Yesterday, I had to romance on the toilet, and my 3yr old proceeded to knock on the door, as if she were being hunted by a mass preditor, and ask..
“Mommy!! I can’t find my blanket”
My grandfather said, that “There will be a day when you will enjoy a good bowel movement over sex”
..and I was about to enjoy one, only they won’t let me. So I suffer from constipation and frustration.

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Have Your Kids Made You Cry?!

January 22, 2013 - Author: Mango

Erinn, my curious now 7yr old was getting ready for school. The Hubs comes up from the downstairs and throws amp key wrench in my day… As he so eloquently does often.
“How about me and Mommy come and have lunch with you this week, I can come today, and Mommy can come….Thursday?” As he looked at me.
I was angry! Why did he volunteer me to go to lunch without talking to me first. Erinn is not the kid, as most kids aren’t, easy to forget certain things that you say in front of them.
So I didn’t say a word. I was just steaming… Not to mention I had a day of doing some things that I wouldn’t be able to get to until the end of the week. So when the Hubs left the room, I tried to sweetly erase what he just said. She wouldn’t budge.
“I want you to come today, and Daddy on Thursday”
“But.. It would be nice for him to come today and me on Thursday, I had something to do” I pleaded.
“No.. You”
Then I got real angry. I held it to myself.
The Hubs left and took Erinn to school, oh but I was going to give him an ear full when he got back!
When he got back, I told him that I didn’t like that he didn’t talk to me first, I don’t like to go to lunch. This really all stems from my anxiety. Yes, I too get nervous to even be around a hundred 1st graders. I feel that they are able to pick up on the crazies. I’m not heartless, I just have anxiety!!
So FINE!!! After the Hubs ask me to work through my deep seeded issues, I decide to arrange my schedule and go to lunch. Taylor was excited, because not only was this the first day back from vactation, where she could romance in her bed and watch Dora with her chocolate milk, but she was going to school to eat a big girl’s lunch.
We arrive just before lunch. The kids are going over their Galway ettiquette. When we came in Erinn seemed to be happy. Her friend who ask me to call her mom everyday was happy we were there… But Erinn was acting strange.

As they were getting their snow equipment on, because after lunch they go straight to recess, Erinn comes over to us and whispers,
“I don’t want you here”
I thought she was just acting. A few moments later she says it again. She gets in line, and gives me this look. One I’ve never totally witnessed.
We get these clothes pins for the choice of our lunch, blue for chicken sandwhich and red for taco. Me and Taylor get one.
We walk down the hall. I tried to play around with Erinn, because maybe she’s just in a mood. But she wouldn’t budge.
“I don’t want you guys here!” She says with a little more distraction.
“We’ll I’m here, and lets just do lunch and be nice.” I say.
As we’re getting closer to the lunch area she is telling me she doesn’t want us there. I call her bluff and let her know that we’ll leave, she reminds me I have to give the clothes pins back and can’t take them home. You have to pass the exit area before you approach the lunch room. I don’t exit as we approach the exit, she points. I’m still heading to the lunch area. Erinn still notices I didn’t leave, she’s really mad now. She starts stumping as we get to the line.
I attempt to call her bluff one more time.
” we’ll leave Erinn” Taylor is starting to cry because she was excited.
“I don’t want you here!”
“Are you serious?!”
“”Go!” She says
I felt like the whole world was watching me be dogged by my own 1st grader. OMG! My 1st grader hurt my feelings, I didn’t want the whole lunch room and teachers to see me cry, so I gave the clothesline to Erinn and quickly exited. On the way out, to get Taylor on a better track, I bribed her with McDonalds, but we were both crying by the time I got to the van.
I was deeply humiliated. I was so sad! My first grader just bullied me. I don’t think I’ll be doing lunch for a while.
Have your kids set made you cry?

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A Visit to the Bates Motel

- Author: Mango

Last week I thought the hubs was a bit cray when he asked if I wanted to go to Chicago to a Lakers vs Bulls game. Not like its impossible and people don’t do it, but all the planning it takes for me to be seperates from my offspring… And not that’s a bad idea either., I love reliving my “Pre-mommy days”. It’s mainly because the hubs has been having NBA fever this year.
So there it was, before I knew it, I had booked the tickets, and it was offical. We already ordered some to see them in Minessota in Feburary, but twice in almost two weeks?! What a bonus!!!
So Sunday, in a panic, Priceline’s deals were moving the opposite way of discounted, so I was desperate. I’m quite the Lucy so I thought it would behove me to book that before we would stay in some roach motel… Well that’s exactly what kinda happened.
Silly me, trying to get a reasonable hotel within the $100 range, but decent looking, since it is just one night, and close to the United Center of coarse. So with phone in hand and iPad in another, I found another website that seemed to be cheaper. I compared, and it seemed that the rates on the iPad were cheaper for the same hotels. Howard Johnson it is! $89 no problem.
We arrive.
After a few turns around the same block, and a turn down the One Way street, I slinky escaped death, and there it was, the Queen of roach motels.
As we turned into the parking lot the advertisement so boldly stated as “free parking”, the Hubs gives me the look… Like “OH NO!”
I wanted it to be some kind of joke, or maybe this was just an extension of one of my wrong detours… But it wasn’t, it was true… I had booked her romantic, spontaneous, reasonably priced room in the roach motel.
I’ve had expierences before in the many stays in Chicago hotels, you kind of get the pick of the litter sometimes. And that could just mean you’re being escourted to the Twilight’s Zone.
I get out of the car reluctantly, and somewhat trying to show no panic in my voice to the Hubs.
“I’ll be back… After I get the key, then we can decide”
I take a deep breath and check in. Problem is, I’ve already paid for my room, I can’t exactly walk away from this deal. I get the key. We walk to the room. We get in the room. The room looks like some by the hour, wham bam thank you mam room. I would be afraid to take my shoes off in this place. The only thing modern in the roach motel was how they made the bed. There was an industrialized toilet in the bathroom… Really?! The tv was old style rear projection that still displayed snow… Really?!
No way!
I don’t really like confrontation, I’d rather the Hubs do it but, he was obviously leaving this one to me.
“Umm.. I can’t stay here..” I told the front desk lady.
She looked at me from the top o her glasses, and kind of snickered, as if she knew this already.
“I can give you a different room” the lady said
In my head I thought ” You couldn’t make me stay here for free!!”
I politely refused. I had to call up the discount company and and tell them about my ritzy accommodations. It was too cold to go outside to talk, which meant I would need to stay in her small lobby or run across the parking lot and sit in the car with the Hubs, who likes to ask me questions as if I’m not on the phone, when I’m on the phone. Non of those options were great, seeming how I had to plea my case in the presence of the desk attendant.
” How may I assist you Mrs. Chutney?”
“Yes, I checked into the hotel and I’m not happy with the accommodations” I tried to say with a clear whisper.
” Oh, I’m sorry about that Mrs.Chutney, can you give me a description of the problem?” The phone lady said.
” Yes, I don’t feel comfortable to even walk with my bare feet”
“I’m sorry, what did you say”
I was trying to be polite and not so uppity. So I had to repeat it.
” I don’t feel comfortable enough to even walk with my bare feet!” I said clinching my teeth together.
This wasn’t working so I needed to choose plan B. I got in the car with the Hubs, and sure enough, he’s trying to ask me questions and give out directions while I’m trying toake sure I’ll get a refund so I could book a much nicer hotel.
I find a nice hotel. It’s modern, classy, reasonable… There’s more where that came from, stay tuned for the second hhalf of this saga. It actually may end up pretty well;)

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Imposters!!

January 5, 2013 - Author: Mango

Have you ever thought to yourself..” What am I going to do when I’m grown up…?”, while being in your thirties? Well that’s me!! Iran, a girl has her moments too!
Yes, yes, I have kids that are looking at me to provide, but I’m really a kid myself, just able to do the dirty as I please. Hey, I just got use to the idea of me being able to buy which ever cereal I want without worrying about someone telling me know. In my house growing up, my mom only got the healthy cereal, you know, the ashes ties, Rice Kripies… That wasn’t even good cereal, you had to use loads of sugar to even make it worth eating. The box was better than the cereal, just because it had elfs on it! Frauds!!
Most times I marvel, there are little in my house that call me “Mommy”. Me…Mommy?! I’m still twelve! Soon my mom will call me to come home, because this is all a dream…right?!

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Is It A Happy New Year?

January 4, 2013 - Author: Mango

Happy New Year to all! A new year of new hopes, new fears, hopefully new successes, and maybe a new day beside Groundhog Day! Nothing has changed too much for me from Monaday to Friday, as we had moved over the threshold of 2012 to 2013. Pesky kids still wat all of my attention, the hubs does too. Don’t laugh because I thought because of the new year, I would have a special nanny who would fill in when I don’t want too…wishful thinking, I guess. Bills that seemed to make their way over the threshold too…how did that happen?
Well as I’m sure most of you have started your news years resolutions, maybe you’re already in the thick of it…Well, I just so happen to be in one because I couldn’t read fast enough, so I guess I’m trying to lose weight too. It’s about time I relieve this other human I’m carrying, from duty, plus their getting heavy and I get shin splints, no fun:/
I can’t tell the hubs though, beside say I decided that will power is not there one day, and I just have to have a cookie? I don’t need him over my neck telling me I shouldn’t have that cookie…who needs that?!! Not me. I can do bad all by myself.

I’m reading this great book called The Hormone Diet, which is a real good insight to why you may not be losing weight, or crazy or both. So, the reason I feel compeled to lose weight is because I found out the reas I couldn’t lose weight before is because my hormones are off kilter, go figure, that’s why I’m crazy. So to get the other adult off of me and eliminated the bulk of the crazy is needful.

Well, one things for sure, while I have air in my lungs, I will try to improve this life of mine. Making a better marriage, making more money, that’s always at the top of my list, and taking care of my family. What are your resolutions?

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Family, Huh?

December 19, 2012 - Author: Mango

Lately, I’ve been trying to reinvent myself. Cutting out my beloved caffine, lose this other person off of my back, and be a “do-er” and not just a “say-er’ or a dreramer. I have a big family, but I what you may call the unlikely succeeder, but that seems like a problem.
You know when people treat you unfavorably unless it’s for their benefit. As long as you are there to help someone or keep them company so they don’t feel “as” lonely, otherwise they wouldn’t be bothered with you. Well that’s what’s on the frontline.
It’s hard, because its family, family that I thought wouldn’t do that to me, but it’s proven itself more than just this weekend, so now it’s time I protect my emotions. I have no choice! I have kids and I want them to be protected from that shady behavior too!
I’m what you call a mutt/ I’m from nothing and nobody, so I’m suppose to have the scraps, not the red carpet, and maybe that pierces people.
My little Erinn’s bday was this weekend. A heafty 7yrs old, and she partied hard! But, my various family members practically paid her no attention, which just made me want to do more for my kids, to where I will make my own family where they won’t have to go out of the way to look for love and exceptance.

HAppy Birthday Erinn! Mommy will always love you!!

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I’ve Lost My Imagination….

December 5, 2012 - Author: Mango

REWARD FOR ANYONE THAT FINDS IT!!

It was warm and fuzzy, and kept the crabs away. But now, I’m just a crab, and I’m allways tired. I never feel like I can birthed anything worth birthing…if that makes since.
I used to be funny, until I had kids and a hubby and laundry and school and chores that no one else really helps out with!!
The little voices in my head only talk about duties and not fun. Fun? What is that?! I want to get back to that!

Maybe a little blowing of the money will bring the sunshine in…as long as I don’t have to think about replacing it later. For all you out in the blogeshpere, drop me a line if you see it, ok?

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Something I Learned In College

- Author: Mango

Another post with MamaKatsLosinit..about Something I Learned In College.
I din’t go to a traditional college, because I took a ridiculious detour to Cosmetology school It was fun, but as you can tell, it was probably a waste of time and brain cells.

When I was in basics, which “basics” is a title for the beginning classes that teaches you the ropes of all things hair. My teacher, who happen to be one ofmy favorites, because I kept getting her pregnant…a side story, I’ll get to in a moment. She said to all of us nieve girls “Over half of you, in ten years, won’t even be in hair anymore”. I thought she was on the highest level of crack cocaine. Hair was my life, my earth, my granola! I’d plan to blow the roof of of this motha! Not really;)
Turns out, it’s been over a decade..and she was right! The pregnant thing, was because I used to ask people about when they were going to have a baby, and before you know it, they were with child, so I was offically Mango, the jinx. And, my teacher, had 3 additional kids since she knew me, and she was supposedly done when I started school.
The other thing I learned was, never cut past the second knuckle. Those of us who did, thought we were confident…until we cut our knuckle off a dozen times.
So my friends, trust your teacher, she may just be right and don’t cut past the second knuckle..if you wanna keep it;)

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