Today You Sit With Royalty

Doo-dee-doooo..

Just me sitting here staring at my blog and it beeming blue haze right back at me. I know I've been gone and I could go on and on about my absence, but I could have blogged about all that- so shoulda, coulda woulda ...

However, there are big times about to come up so I gotta stretch out the fingers a bit and get them ready to document. We have 4 birthdays to celebrate in the next three weeks! Yes, it's the third annual Vega men birthday celebration. Can I get some sympathy when my husband's birthday falls right before/after (depends on the year) father's day. One week later it's the twins birthdays followed ten days later by little Sebi's. Geez. I've been working like a mad woman trying to save up for all the hoopla.

And when I say working like a mad woman, you may read that literally. Don't get me wrong, it's been well worth it on the entertainment front. One patient repeatedly yelled, "Bomb threat! Bomb threat! Bomb threat!" when I refused to untie her restraints. Though, my personal favorite was the quiet, sleeping patient that woke up, got her purse and lit a cigarette all while I was washing my hands. YOU CAN NOT SMOKE IN A HOSPITAL! I finally coerced her to hand over the cig so that I could extinguish it before we all blew up. She called me a "Ho." I said, "fo sho."

Yes I did.

My parents were in town this weekend visiting and mom always likes to make a trip to Ross which I have come to dread. This time however I threw her a loop and went to town on finding some knit tops and a few dresses for church. It's hot and the black slacks are getting old (and a bit tight if I may add..). So come Sunday, I get the boys dressed and then head off to my room to get myself ready. When I came out to the living room, my sweet Gabriel did a one over on me and then said in the sweetest most adoring voice, "Mommy? You're a Printhcess?"

"Yes, sweet boy. Mommy is a Princess." I take what I can and I run with it.