About
HI! My name is Shannon, but you can call me Bluepaintred, or BPR for short. I live with three boys, a husband, two dogs, two fish and a very cranky and fat cat! To survive the testosterone overload, I drink lots of coffee and have fantasy’s of finding the perfect pair of socks.
Cast of Charcters:
This is me. Shannon. Bluepaintred. Mommy, Wife, blogger,friend, daughter,avid reader, lover of coffee and socks, all rolled up into one five foot one bundle on awesomeness. And also? TEAM EDWARD FTW!!
This is Micah. Micah is a video game addict, a welder, a husband and my very best friend. He also hates to have his picture taken, so this is the best I could do. For now. (Insert evil laugh here please)
Our eldest son. Parker. He is awesome. He is ten. he hates potatoes and loves apples. He is very very active, and not afraid to hug me goodbye and tell me he loves me. In front of his friends. Yeah. Be jealous.
Our middle son. Blake. he is seven. Blake is horrendously smart. Too smart. It causes problems. He is uber sensitive and will cry easily, But he is the first to see that someone is sad or hurt and go to their side. He is the very definition of loving.
Logan. Five. The baby of the family. He is crazy, in a good way. He is fearless. He feels little pain, so he keeps us on our toes! You will see me refer to things called “Loganisims”. That’s becuase he says the damnedest things. He cracks us up, on a constant basis.
Smokey. 2. Half border collie, half everything else. She is very loud, sheds a lot, often farts under the covers while I am trying to sleep. She is my protector, my cuddle bug, and part of the family.
Sammi.1. AKA : Princess Fluffy Butt. She is my dog, more than their dog, and I love her to death. She spends most of her time cuddled in my sweater or gnawing on Smokey’s back legs. She chews on toys, pees on the floor and barks at the slightest sound outside. She is family.
Tigger. 4. AKA: Tig-a-tron, Fatty Mcfatpants, Fatty fatty fatfat. She is, as you might have guessed, a very overweight cat. She sneaks into the dog food and eats it like there is no tomorrow. She sheds enough hair in a week to make 52 kittens a year. She refuses to jump, pounce or otherwise play, loves to bite and scratch and she hisses at anyone not in the immediate family. We love her.
Fishy. And Fishum(left), but Fishum died. When Logan was four, he wanted fish, and bought them with his own money. I agreed to the fish buying becuase, Hey! It’s a goldfish, it will be dead in a month. Fishum did as he was supposed to, and had a very nice porcelain funeral. Fishy is nearing two years old and still going strong. Fish are gross.
Flash. Beta fish. Annoying. He was a decoration at a wedding my inlaws went to, and was given to us to save him from the garbage disposal at the end of the night. He isn’t as gross as the goldfish, I rarely clean his tank. He likes to blow bubbles and float upside down, making us all think he is dead. He never is.
Small print, AKA, Full Disclosure :
This site sometimes has contextual links in its posts. It’s OK. links are helpful becuase they take you to new and wonderful parts of the internet!
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