Well, no new rap songs today! I decided to keep my day job. Literally. I've been down some soul searching paths lately. Jeff said I couldn't be a stay at home mom and clean and bake cookies so I guess I will press on. HA. Since I'm not going to make a living as the lyrical gangsta, I guess I'll keep selling insurance. Come visit me tomorrow from 1-4 at the Pleasant Hill Elementary Health Fair. It's sure to be a BLAST!
Man oh man this week seemed long. The time change has truly screwed with my internal clock. I now think it is bedtime at 9 when I'm used to 11. I guess I'm well rested. The children are making me stir crazy. By the time I get home from work it's time for them to come inside because it's dark out. I changed up the rules so they could maximize their playtime. Now they don't have to do their homework before going out to play. That means its homework time when I get home. This home has 3 PROJECTS going on at this very moment. God, help us all.
Alright, I put out a blog challenge tonight. I bought Mo's scrapbook kit. Like the over achieving eager to please good student that I am, I bought all of the recommended products and have printed out pictures. They are sitting just waiting for me to find my creative inner self. I know that sounds simple, but I've had an Amber Alert out for her for years and haven't had the first lead on her whereabouts. I am an excellent plagiarist. I can copy anything (which means my book will look just like Mo's), but when it comes to creative juices, I'm parched. I see things all the time that, "I LOVE". I look at the price tag and say, "I know I could make that". Then, I buy the stuff and it sits on my breakfast table. I'm too lazy to take pictures of the many things I want to do but haven't to share tonight, so just trust me on that one. HUMMM, I better clean off a spot for this scrapbook. Mo, if you can turn me into the crafty creature that I'm dying to be, you are even more the bomb than I already know you are. I've been looking for my escape for years. I haven't found it. I guess that means I'm lost, but hey, I'm asking for directions.
I had my weekly shot of Meth tonight. I kinda like how that makes me sound bad. Do you shoot Meth? or smoke it or what? HA. Other than tipping the bottom of a beer from time to time and that awful cigarette that you look SO HOT smoking when you are atrociously drunk, I'm a drug idiot. Get your head out of the gutter, I'm talking about Methotrexate. I'll be trying to figure out what the heck is going on in this ever enlarging body of mine. Posh had me go get my nails done this week because she said my hands just look bad. Thanks, Posh. I love you, too. Now, I have fat swollen gnarly hands with a beautiful French Manicure. Do you remember Sesame Street? Which one of these does not belong? Nails on these hands are the WINNER.
Wow, I've got to get out of here. I just realized how over stimulated I was. My hot hairy hunk of meat (Jeff) over there has the remote and I just figured out we are watching, House on Tivo, Ghost Whisperer on TV and Robinson Caruso on DVD. He has them all staggered so there is never a commercial break! OMG. No wonder my hair is falling out. By the way, what's up with these men getting hairy as we age? Have any of you other ladies in my age group noticed this? When I married this man, he had a HEAD full. This morning, I thought Chewbacca broke in and got in my shower. It's truly frightening. We'll have to come back to that one.
I'm out. Have a great weekend. Put your kiddos in a headlock and give them a noogie. Remember those? They are great. I love a good noogie.