Hell Hounds

Behold the hounds from Hell.

Remember watching the Lost Boys back in the day. It took many many years to look at Keifer and not see fangs. Or look at rice and not see maggots. Or to think of hell hounds in any other way that those snarly nasty mangy freaky K9s. 

Well, let lose the demons because the hounds from hell reside in Acampo! 

Molly didn't quite cut it with us. When I said she was her

e to stay, well.... just to stay over like an extended slumber party. She's gone. She ate her poop. I mean devoured it. One night while my dad and grandma were visiting, Molly's little gut decided it needed to purge. This night gave diarhea of the mouth a whole new meaning to me. No one likes to wake up at 2am to the not so sweet mouth of re-gurged turd. 

So 2 am, we're scrubbing carpet, gagging, freezing with patio doors wide open and th

e ceiling fans on, and Mike get his diarhea of the mouth (not really turd 

mouth, but potty mouth). "you effen B" "You piece of Shhhhheeeet" (only I'm cleaning up his words for this post) "you worthless no good B"... Well, you get what I'm saying. Me, I'm laughing so hard wondering what my dad and grandma are thinking is going on, and how I could let him speak to me that way. 

So the next weekend, Molly goes bye-bye in my boss' car for a trip far far away. Brave of me to hand off yuck mouth to the man who does my reviews and evaluates my raises. I did come clean, and let him know what the issue was, so I did cover my arse. Any whooo, he loves her to pieces. He scoops poop more than we did, most likely. They're so happy together.

So back to the hell hounds, like it could get worse. 

Well, Mike was ready for a new lab. His fool wife actually believed 2 is easier than 1, 

because it will have playmate. Sierra will be happy because she's too old to deal with an annoying puppy. Boy am I lame. 

Double the annoying puppy attacks on Sierra. They tag team attack her while she is resting. 

Double the poop to scoop (which luckly neither has acquired the hankering to munch).

Double the expense.

Double the destruction to the home. 

Double Trouble!!!

I swear, Austin and Hunter in K9 form. Wonder twins 

activate.. "in form of amazingly annoying, psychotic, destructive puppy" "in form of amazingly annoying, psychotic, destructive puppy twin". 

Although to the boys' defense, they are not annoying, just psychotic and destructive. Oh and the go potty in the toilets, not on the lawns (well #2 anyways). 

We picked up Buddy the day after Thanksgiving. He's the blond demon. He was born 9/30. Shasta came home at 6 and a 1/2 weeks the Sunday before Christmas. Such a little dink. Buddy thought she was a squeaky toy until she bot back. She's so EEEEvile. She kicks his and Sierra's butt in 3 seconds flat. Hunter adores Shasta and Buddy is Austin's yellow shadow. Every boy should have a dog. And every mom should drink heavily (or at least invest in Miss Clairol for the multiple dyes to cover the new greys).

But isn't life more fun with twins boys, and puppies?

Never a dull moment. 

Happy valentines. 

The Courage to Love and Whip in October

Halloween is a coming, and I'm flippin' freakin out! I love Halloween! I finally nagged Mike enough that he took the Halloween decorations out of the attic "now will you shut-up about it already?" Nope, so sorry to say that I won't. Because now I'm complaining that all of the Halloween decorations fit in one box. I need more, I tell you, more! I think I will be doing a little patriotic spending this week to help boost the economy (and my Halloween spirit). 

This year I have a Boba Fett and an Indiana Jones in residence. Actually, right now just an Indiana Jones in training. We normally order our costumes online, but Indy's hat held up the delivery date. So yesterday we went to Ooga-Booga and found an Indy hat and whip combo. I cancelled the online order for the hat and whip (saving $20.00 - yippee more to help get my Halloween decoration fix) and the order for the rest was shipped today. I usually plan to get costumes early enough that the boys have plenty of rips and holes in their costumes come Halloween. Actually, Hunter still wears costumes from Halloweens past all through out the year. We love costumes. 

Now back to Indy. Or really back to Indy's bull whip. Mini-Jones has whipped everyone and everything in this house, garage, yard, store...... It's made out of some plastic earth destroying material that really keeps it from hurting when it makes contact with it's victims. It's really pretty good. Problem is, Mini-Jones is getting better. Evil child. I love it. He's been running around the house with his Indy hat and whip, and even slept with them last night. Sierra is the only one spared from the whippings. 

Soooo, what did Hunter sleep with? A rubber chicken. Yes, a plucked, rubber, funky chicken. He loves that chicken. I think it had feathers before Austin whipped them all out one by one, but Mike assures me that it was naked and funky from the start. 

Austin lost his first tooth, FINALLY.  He's had his 4 front teeth lose for over a year. Finally one fell out in his sleep last night. Maybe he accidentally whipped it out. He's so stoked to get some cash from the Tooth Fairy. I told him to hang the whip up for the night or she may be too scared to approach. He didn't buy it and told me she wasn't a chicken like me. Then proceeded to compare me with the naked funky rubber chicken, which offended Hunter more than me.

I'll get my revenge, I spent some of my costume re-purchasing savings today and bought a big skeleton which is laying in Austin's bed right now, waiting for him to go to bed, much to his surprise. Ofcourse it may backfire and the tooth fairy will be putting money under my pillow where little man will sure to be sleeping after the freak out from Grim resting on his pillow. It'll be worth it, though. I can hardly wait for the freak-out scream fest. 

After soccer practice we pull up to the house and Hunter tells me he wishes it was Valentines day every day of the year. Austin, who thinks he is 15, says "well that sucks". And so the argument begins. 

H - Valentine Rocks!

A - Yuck!

H - But Austin, Valentine's is all about love, compassion and courage!

A - Yuck!

Mom - Oh Hunter, you have such a beautiful heart!

A - Yuck!

H - Thanks, mommy, I love you (followed by big mushy kiss)

A - You guys make me want to puke. Where's my whip?

Mom and Hunter take off screaming, in search of a safety zone.

Funny, how we lose the Valentine courage when we see the whip. 

Have a happy, funky chicken, whippin' good Halloween!

Tae Kwon DON'T

This is where I would normally have some cute picture of my kids. But there are none. Well....there are tons, just none related to this story. See the boys went last Saturday for their 1st Tae Kwon Do lesson. I figured, the camera could stay home until they get to don the cute little pajama uniforms with the belt and all. Smart school, they start off with 2 free private lessons to provide an intro for the kids, then they assess what class level the little ones should be in. I believe it is to assess the instructor's patience level with kindergarteners.

1st lesson, teen pimple black belt learns no matter how much he has mastered his mind and body, he was no where close to prepared for the Marcoccia boys. Uh, not even a smidgeon close to prepared. 10,000 Star Wars questions before they hit the mat. Twin A punching teacher out of turn, as teacher was looking at Twin B. Twin B performs upright epileptic fit, which he truly believed were jumping jacks. Twin A spin kicking in the air, when there was to be no kicking in the lesson. Twin B going to the restroom and leaving the door open for all to watch. Twin A closing the door on Twin B without turning on the lights, leading into Twin B screaming bloody murder fit (much like jumping jacks without a smile).

Results were, "Boys, you have one more chance for next Wednesday. You need to learn in the next week how to focus, answer always with 'Yes Sir' or 'No Sir', no talking out of turn and listen to my instructions." Teen pimple black belt turns to me, "Ma'am, your boys will need to learn some discipline and focus before next weeks visit, or they will not be able to return". Mom: "Why in the heck do you think I brought them here?" (Exact words, question left unanswered).

Sooo, Wednesday I am flying to Chicago and you better believe my camera is going with me. Mike is taking the boys, but I can't find the charger for the old camera. In otherwords, there may be no pictures of the boys being told to Tae Kwon DON'T.

I'm still here

So, I've been here. Ill-en. One cold after another. This one has had me hacking for almost 2 weeks now, and I have no voice toay. Not fun. But... I've been working and I've been scrapping. I was going through some pictures and found this old one of AJ. I remember how we bought that costume way before Halloween and he wore it A LOT before and after Halloween. I love that. He would speak Pirate, even. Don't you just love his face? I'm so glad I have this hobby. This picture speaks to me, and I totally remember him saying "Arrr, matey. Walk the Plank!" Mmmmmm. I love memories. I hope everyone is well.

All Grown Up and Ready to Rock!

So, my little boys are big 6 year olds now. I'm having a real hard time with it. I don't know why, just am. So grown-up, so independent, so opinionated. Just how I want them to be, but just not yet. Well, they got spoiled this year. Tomorrow is the big party at some party jump-house place. Fun for all. Today was the real spoiling, though. Mommy and Daddy love to spoil them, so here is what they got for their birthday:



Hunter had a hard time with finding the courage to take a ride. Austin told him, "Hunter, if you ride the bike, I'll let you be in my band".. That worked. LOL Guess it's time for music lessons.