Just call me Betty freakin Crocker...

So yeah...I woke up this morning in the mood to bake. Don't know why, I just did. So by 9ish this morning I had made a 3 layer rainbow chip cake with homemade icing and marshmallow fondant. Oh and 48 chocolate fudge cupcakes, 36 of which that are frosted with triple chocolate fudge icing. The kids all said it was super yummy. I am going to take their word for it because I Fatty McFatFat, have not had a single piece or cupcake. I WIN I WIN!!! Lol, its totally not because Im trying to eat all healthy and whatnot, rather I just wanted to bake them, not eat them. I will leave that up to the hubby and the spawnage.

Last week we had a crazy thunder storm which decided to kill my living room tv. I spent almost an entire day searching my house for my warranty to get it fixed. I found said warranty, called the people and they scheduled someone to come out today between 8-12 to fix it. Well, it is 5:42 and no one has shown up, or called. So I called the people that are supposed to be coming to fix it. It didn't even sound like an actual business answering machine. Just some random dude. Umm?? Hello? Warranty people? Do I want some guy who "fixes them big boxes with the movin pictures" coming out to my house? NO! So I called them back saying I want a reputable,readin,writin, able to answer the damn phone when I call to get my stuff fixed person to come out instead. So they will be calling me back in the am with an appointment time for someone that actually does their freakin job! I seriously hate this armpit of hell place. Okay Im done whining for today. Gotta go cook my kiddies some good ol hamburger helper!

My Mommy of the Year award is in the mail...

My children think they are pigs. That is the only reason I have come up with for the reasoning of why they let their bedrooms turn to total squalor. I went downstairs yesterday to do some laundry and the girls bedroom was disgusting! There wasn't any food or drinks down there, but there were piles of clothes, toys, beads, just everything strewn about their room like they had a giant kegger in their room that I wasn't aware of. I have been told by some parents to just "let them keep their rooms the way they want, if its a mess, let it" Do you know what I say to that? HELL NO! That's how my mother was and I think I would have appreciated my things more when I was younger if I was made to clean my room. I go around everyday busting my ass cleaning this house and I am not going to just let my children keep their rooms disgusting. That doesn't fly around here. So my daughters are downstairs with their friends and before they even try to do anything else that bedroom will be cleaned to MY standards! I know they will clean it today because I told them two things. 1. Do they want me to take away all their clothes and they have to clean their room in towels and tell them they get one set of clothing to wear for the entire week like I scared them a few months ago? No. They do not. 2. I told them that I set up a camera hidden in there and I will watch the tape and see who is doing what. Lily totally didn't believe me, but Hailey did. Silly girl! She would totally believe me if I told her that Missouri picked up and moved to China and we now all have to learn chinese. Now I am off to go help the boys clean their room. Days like this make me want to invest in a hazmat suit. Blah.