Sporks?

Sporks? You're probably wondering what I'm talking about. Truth is, I wish I knew sometimes. I have been incredibly busy this last month with nothing much really to update on. The boys are looking forward to Christmas and are about to go stir crazy waiting. I've been swamped with new students and enrollment for spring.

However, I am happy to report that tomorrow is my last day working for the year! The college campus is CLOSED until January 4, 2010! I love having this week off. Not to mention that a week from Wednesday I am NOT turning 30. No way, no how, and you can't make me! ;p

On the the topic at hand though is sporks. I know that KFC gives out sporks but since when does Taco Bell do it? I had a craving for a taco salad (the way they used to be) and ordered one. I got back to my office to eat it and they gave me a spork! How the heck am I supposed to stab my lettuce to eat it? Thank goodness my office keeps a supply of disposable silverware. That brings me to another subject. Why is it that places keep changing things trying to outdo themselves?

I am a really simple girl and I like things really simple. I wanted just a plain simple taco salad with beef and lettuce, tomatos, salsa, sour cream, etc. right? Do you think I can get that anymore? Not a chance. I thought I had a regular taco salad but after I started eating it, there was rice in it! Yep, you heard me, rice, in a taco salad from Taco Bell! WTF? I got a spork and rice and I didn't want either. Guess I'll have to make it myself next time. Merry Christmas everyone!

This and that

Wow, I guess it's been a while since I blogged about anything. Life has just been crazy! If you remember, in my last blog, I told you that we got rodents hamsters for the boys. Well, they didn't work out so well. The hamsters went to hamster heaven. Buzzy was just a bully and chased Twilight around all the time. I think Buzzy actually killed Twilight last week. This week, I found Buzzy dead. I think Buzzy killed herself. She was more like a monkey than a hamster. She would climb to the top of the cage then hang from the top with one paw and do a back flip (landing on her head), hit the platform, then flop to the bottom of the cage. I'm not exactly a doctor or vet, but I bet she wasn't supposed to do that.

In light of the boys no longer having pets...again, Eugene has suggested that we go ahead and get a family dog. He's only doing this because he wants to get a snake...ewwwww! So, we are looking for a dog to give the boys for Christmas. The main thing we want in a dog is that it is housebroken. I do not have the time or patience to housebreak a dog. We are looking at the human society to adopt a dog.

Last week both of the boys and I were sick...with the Swine Flu. Actually, I don't know if Jaiden and I had it, but since Tavi was tested and it came back positive and Jaiden and I got sick, they assume that we had it too. It was definitely rough and I think it hit me harder than the boys. Jaiden was given Tamiflu because he's only 4 but Tavi and I had to wait it out. I still have a cough that's driving me crazy. Now my mom is sick. I hate it when she's sick.

Moving on to my last update, yesterday I was interviewed by a local TV station. See, I don't know if you all are aware of all my health problems, but ALL of my doctors have recommended Gastric Bypass surgery for me. With this surgery, they are confident that all of my medical issues will improve or just go away completely. Problem is, my insurance company won't pay for it because my husband's employer (who we have the insurance though) has an exclusion on the policy and they won't override it. I've done everything I can, talked to everyone I can, appealed the decision numerous time...and nothing. So, a little over a month ago, I had just gotten the no on my last appeal and I was really down and didn't know what else to do but I knew I didn't want to just do nothing. So, I had the bright idea to make a youtube video and put it up. I did. Here's the embarrassing part, I was embarrassed to promote it so it just sat there. One of my besties did put it on her FB page and one of her friends had the idea to send it to the local news stations so I did. I didn't hear anything for a while so I just thought it was useless and not interesting.

I guess I was wrong. Last week while I was sick, I was checking my email and had one from a reporter from one of the local stations. She was interested in my story! After trading a few emails, we met yesterday. She recorded our interview and wants to interview my husband and talk to some doctors. I'm not sure where this is going to go, but maybe it will shed some light on another problem with our health care system. I still think it's embarrassing, but keep your fingers crossed!

We got....rodents!?!

As most kids do, my boys wanted a pet. We have tried pets before and they never seem to work out. We've had a cat and a dog that didn't work out. The dog moved on and the kitty went to heaven. We've had fish. We do actually still have one, Killer Iron Man. We actually had five more fish but Iron Man ate them. I'm not sure what kind of fish he is, but I'm relatively sure he's not supposed to eat other fish.

The boys have been bugging us for a while to get a pet. Eugene won't let me get a cat because he hates cats. I think it stems from a traumatic experience in his childhood. He says if I get a cat, he gets a snake and there was no way he was going to get a snake in my house. He was putting off a dog because dogs are so much responsibility. My stipulations for a dog is that I want one that is older and already trained. I want to get one from the Humane Society which of course, costs money. We can't get any more fish because of Jaws Iron Man, so that left hamsters.

I had to beg Eugene to let the boys get a pet so he finally agreed to hamsters. We went to the pet store Sunday and let the boys pick out their hamsters. I don't like rodents but I wanted the boys to be happy. Tavi's hamster is named Twilight. She is the one on top of the landing that is peach and white. Jaiden's hamster is named Buzzy. She is the little gray ball on the bottom of the cage in the back.

Yes, they are both girls. It's the last thing I need to have little 'hamsties' (as Jaiden calls them) running around. I really don't like rodents (did I already mention that?). It doesn't matter though. I'm willing to sacrifice for my kids so I will be the one that has to clean the cage and change the food and water, etc. My biggest sacrifice though is that to get the girls, I had to tell Eugene he could get a snake. Eeeeeeek!!!!

The thing is, the garage and basement is too cold to keep the snake and he can't bring it in the house because of the girls. Even though the rodents are driving me crazy, at least they are keeping the snake away! But if I had to let him get a snake, I should have just gotten a cat.

WTF (fudge)? ;)

Okay, so nothing incredibly insane has happened recently in my life...for once. I am sick, yet again, and I have pink eye; but that is nothing new for me. :( The boys are good. Tavi is doing well in school and Jaiden is just Jaiden. He always keeps me laughing. We were watching wrestling last night and The Big Show stepped in the ring to fight Mark Henry and Jaiden looked at the TV and goes "a fat guy and a fat guy? They are going to come through the TV and kick our butts!" Oh, to be four again....

In other news, a couple of weeks ago we made the one-hour voyage to Huntsville, MO to see my Dad and Step-mother. Since they have just moved from Moberly to Huntsville, I decided to take a detour and show the boys where I used to live in Huntsville. I hadn't been through there in ages so I thought it would be good to see the old place. Unfortunately, I was in for a BIG surprise! Whoever bought our old house had painted it...yellow! AHHHH! (See the picture below!)



What had they done to my old house?!?! Now when I fly over I can probably pick out Huntsville, MO by the bright yellow dot on the countryside. I have nothing against the color yellow. I really don't. I don't own any yellow clothes because it doesn't look good on me and I could deal with a light yellow house, but this yellow is just wrong! Have these people no shame? (If you happen to know these people, please don't take any offense.) I had some really good times in that house, now my memories are tarnished....

p.s. Reet, the house reminds me of the pictures of Coby's baby poop!

Catching up

My life has been slightly hectic the last few weeks so I haven't posted anything since my last waxing adventure. I guess here is a run down of what has been going on with me.

First, a couple weeks ago I got away for an awesome girls weekend with Meredith and Kibby. It was GREAT and so relaxing. It started out as a float trip and Pam was going with us but something came up and Pam couldn't come so it was just the three of us. We decided to just rent a hotel somewhere, bring snacks, and have fun. We ended up going to World's of Fun and had a blast together. Of course my boobs got in the way of some of the rides, but it was all good. We ended up getting completely soaked on the Fury of the Nile. First time around we barely got wet so we stayed on again...ummm, okay, so it was my idea...then the second time around we got SOAKED!!!!!! After that we had to walk around with wet crotches and the sun was going down and it was cooling off. We didn't get there until around 5pm and left by 9:30pm. We determined we are just too damn old!

Then last Wednesday I had a liver biopsy done because unfortunately I have liver disease and the only way to know the stage is through a biopsy. With the good drugs, I didn't feel a think during the procedure even though I was awake but I'm still sore now. Here is a picture of where they did the biopsy.



I just got the results back and the inflamation is a stage 1 of 4 and the scarring is stage 2 of 4. Guess it's not as bad as it could be.

Last Friday Jaiden was in a tric-a-thon to raise money for St. Jude. It was so cute seeing him out there riding his bike for a good cause. I think he rode 57 laps pretty much without stopping. He's my baby!

Wax...where?

Okay, so you probably read my blog the other day about torturing trying out my do-it-yourself wax on my husband. Since that day, I have effectively waxed my eyebrows and did a pretty good job. I actually did not rip out all of my eyebrows...or eyelashes...as I figured I might!

But tonight I decided I would try to wax the flower garden south of the border. (What? I'm trying to be PC.) Anyway, I warmed the strips in my hand and pulled them apart. I applied them and then riiiiiiipppppp! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! That really hurt! It seemed to hurt more doing it myself than it did when the girl at the salon did it. I wasn't deterred though so I kept plugging...er, pulling...away. I did several strips and then I realized it, I wasn't able to do it by myself. There's only so far south that I can get my head and only so many ways I can contortion myself. So I put my pride aside, wrapped myself in a towel and walked into the living room to beg my husband for help.

I figured he would take some pleasuring in torturing causing me some pain this time so he told me I owed him big time and reluctantly helped me. I laid down and he started to put the strips on and rip them off. This time, I'm cussing him out and trying not to yell too loud because the kids are asleep. We finish and it's definitely not like it is at the salon but I have another problem. My whooha is stuck together! My legs and everything are stuck together! All I could think about is that email joke where the woman tried this and got herself stuck so she got into a tub of hot water to try to get herself unstuck but ended up getting stuck to the bathtub. Thankfully I remembered I had the lotion that comes with it to remove excess wax. Crisis averted!!!!! I think next time I will go back to the salon!

What am I thinking?

Today I'm not having a particularly bad day, it's actually pretty good. The boys got up great this morning and got dressed without any meltdowns or fights. Tavi made him and Jaiden breakfast and then made himself slop lunch for school. It's what he wanted so I let him do it even though the ketchup and mustard was squishing out the sides of his sandwich. I even let Jaiden pick out his own clothes, brush his teeth, comb his hair, and wash his face on his own. (Frances, T, I hope you're not laughing at him.) I was running late as usual so this morning it was anything goes.

Since I didn't have to do it all, it left me a lot of time to ponder some things. It's nothing as profound as Rita's bug stories (which I love by the way because I hate them too) but it makes me think. I wonder about life and happiness. Is life really supposed to be hard? Are you ever truly happy or is it an illusion put on by other people so you think you're lacking something? Does anything ever get easier? All of these are questions that I wish I had the answer to.

Is it wrong to want and wish for something that you don't have? Even if it's at the expense of another? I don't want to be a complete bitch to anyone, but I have hopes, dreams, wishes, goals, and aspirations too. Should I just settle for what I have and be content? After all, is what I have really that bad? I'm alive, I have two healthy kids, I have a job that treats me well even though it doesn't pay that much, I own my car, we bought a house, I have two college degrees, and I do happen to be married. Shouldn't that be enough? Why isn't that enough for me? I want more. Sometimes after the kids go to bed I sit outside and look at the stars and wish that I was on the airplane that I see flying into the night sky. I don't care where it's going, I just want to be on it.

I'm tired of Boonville...hell, I'm tired of Missouri period. I want out but I don't know where to go. I have to find a job and go somewhere that is okay for raising two boys. I want need a fresh start somewhere with a chance at finding happiness. Maybe one day I will find it...unless it's all a charade.

Wax on...wax off....;)

As women, we often put ourselves through the torture of plucking/waxing/tweezing/shaving our eye brows, upper lips, arms, legs, or our unmentionables. We curl our eyelashes with those torture gadgets and obsess over which eye shadow goes with which lipstick. Why do we do this? Hell if I know for sure, but I guess it's to attract the opposite species...men. We want men to fall victim head over heels for our beauty. I'm really not quite sure why we try so hard. Sometimes I almost think the Praying Mantis has it right. They get their mates to fall for them, then after they have thoroughly used them, they eat them. Not that I would ever eat another person (ewwwwww), it would sometimes be nice to just be able to use them then never hear from them again. :p

Sorry, I got off topic a little bit. I was talking about grooming. We were at Wal-Mart the other day grocery shopping and getting other things we need. On a side note, I'm very excited for our new Super Wal-Mart because I don't have to drive 30 miles to one to go shopping anymore! Anyway, I saw a box of wax strips and thought that maybe I should try those. I'm tired of paying someone $12 bucks to wax my eye brows when they don't do that great of a job anyway. And I could wax wherever else I wanted to. This could be gross because I have to let my hair get 1/4 inch long so I can't wear any tank tops for a little while. I was excited when I got home and wanted to try it out...so I had the idea to try it on Eugene.

After about an hour of him listening to me beg to torture him try it in a small spot he finally relented and told me I could do a little spot on his leg. So I warmed the double sided wax strip in my hands like I'm supposed to. The whole time he's looking at me with his eye brows raised asking me what I'm doing. I just said "Don't worry" with a smirk on my face. I rubbed the wax strip on his leg then looked at him and said "it will only hurt for a minute". As he started to protest, I ripped the wax strip off and listened to him scream at the top of his lungs. This got me laughing and I stuck the strip back on another part of his leg and riiiiiiiiip, he yelled again this time yelling "BIIIIITTTCH" at the top of his lungs. I kept giggling and he kept yelling profanities every time I pulled the wax off over and over and over again.

I thought it was the funniest thing. I FINALLY got revenge on the male species! Next time I will have to record the torture!

Boys, Boys, Boys

After living with my husband for 10 1/2 years and having two boys of my own, I have definitely come to the conclusion that men boys are a completely different species than woman. Women use their brains to think logically and make sense...for the most part. As women, we are expected to do it all. We are Wonder W omen! We have to cook, clean, and do laundry. We have to wipe runny noses and quiet coughs...not just the dads, we have to do the kids too. As mothers, we are the finders of lost socks and rubber lizards (almost, Lizzy is still missing) and we are the healers of ouchies with just one kiss. Some of us work outside of the home and some of us inside the home. Whether we are stay-at-home moms or work-outside-of-home moms, we are expected to take care of our husbands/significant others, our children (whether two legs or four), and some how fit ourselves in there to be taken care of (which doesn't always happen).

Men Boys, what do boys do? Boys sit around watching TV, playing video games, eating, farting, and scratching all day long. They only bother to get dressed and be presentable when they are going to work or I make them; but the minute they step inside the house, off goes the clothes and all civility with them. Their obsession with Mr. Winkie and all of their bodily functions really dumbfounds me. Boys think it's funny to see who can belch/fart the loudest or longest. They think it's fun to have peeing contests to see who finishes first. And if they are really lazy, they will pee in a bottle to avoid having to get up. You can't tell me that the boys in my house are the only ones who have done this. I don't condone it and if I'm around, it doesn't happen. They get their butts swatted all the way to the bathroom.

One question I have though, why do men boys always have their hand on their crotch? I don't understand it. I've asked and I get the same answer...a shrug of the shoulder. That natural propensity has led to many questions. Thankfully, I have gone through one sons questions growing up about Mr. Winkie and was able to dodge some bullets there. I don't lie to him, but I don't exactly tell the entire truth either. He's 9, he's going to learn soon enough. I want to preserve his innocence as long as I can. Here comes son #2. He is 4. He has begun the natural progression that I'm sure is encoded in his DNA. I woke Jaiden up yesterday morning to get ready for school daycare and he came in the living room and sat on the couch with me. Since he just got up he was only wearing a t-shirt and his undies. He was sitting Indian style and I see him push Mr. Winkie, then he did it again, and again, and again. I looked at him and asked, "Jaiden, what are you doing?" His response? "It keeps going up and down, up and down, up and down." How do you look at a 4-year old who looks at you with that innocent, sweet little face, and keep from laughing? Let me tell you, it's really hard. Since I have to do everything else, I carried Jaiden back to my bedroom yelling "Eugene, time for a father-son talk!". Eugene rolled over in bed grunting and I told Jaiden to tell Daddy what's wrong. Jaiden sat beside Eugene and said "Daddy, my pee-pee is going up and down, up and down." I heard Eugene groan and tell Jaiden to come over to where he was. I walked out of the room laughing quietly with a BIG smirk on my face. Good luck with that one Dad!!!

Why me?

Have you ever wondered why things seems to happen to you? I know this sounds familiar to a lot of people and I know that I say it all the time because it seems like I'm a magnet for bad and weird stuff. Today is not so much the weird...it's bad. My day has been absolutely crappy...literally...from the moment I got out of bed. I'm thinking that I should just crawl back into bed and wake up on the other side.

First things first, as soon as I got out of bed and felt a weird rumble in my tummy and heard this tell-tale gurgle that came from the depths of my stomach. Ugh oh! I ran to the bathroom and felt like Niagara Falls came to Missouri. I know, not a pretty picture. To make matters worse, I was burping what tasted like hard boiled eggs. I haven't ate eggs since the weekend!

Then I finally make it out of the bathroom (I won't tell you how long I was in there) and argued with the boys. Well, one boy actually. It took forever to get them out of the door this morning but after a lot of wailing and hollering on both sides, we finally succeeded. Why would a 9 year old want to argue with their monster-like wonderful mother? I can't fathom the idea because I know that I NEVER argued with my mother. :)

Okay, we get through that and I drop the boys off at daycare, go through a drive-thru to get something to drink on my 30-minute commute to work. Wouldn't you know it, I'm about 10-minutes from work and there's big flashing signs that say "Incident Ahead". Great. I get stuck in traffic a mile from the nearest exit and traffic is not moving at all so I sit there. And sit there. And sit there some more. Finally traffic begins to creep and it took me all of 30-minutes to move less than a mile. I was able to get off at the next exit and it took me 20 more minutes to go the back roads to get to work.

That's enough you say? I think so too. WRONG! I have two problem students that I have to deal with and I'm really dreading one. She hasn't called me back yet so maybe I'll get lucky today. With my luck, she'll call at 4:55.

So the next thing is that I heat up my lunch. It's a little Hormel meal thing you microwave from Wal-mart. Nothing glamorous but it's food. The plastic lid must be super glued to the bowl because I can't get it open then when I tug a little too hard, it opens but spills hot liquid on my pants. Great...

So I clean that up then I talk to my husband's HR representative. I have appealed a decision for a surgery that I desperately need. I have letters from 5 different specialists (and could have more) that say I need this surgery to extend the quality and quantity of my life. I sent in the appeal last Tuesday and just go a hold of her to make sure she got it. She tells me she did and will talk to her Executive Board on Friday but it may be the week after next before she gets back to me. Then she says "I know what you're going through. I have liver disease too so I know the pain it can cause and it's a serious condition and not to be played with...but I have to be honest with you, I am opposed to allowing exceptions because it opens the door for everyone else. I can say that we have not approved any other requests for exceptions...even by the owner of the company...and I don't intend to start now. I do know how serious this is and I wish you luck". Really?!?! How can anyone be so callous? I wanted to reach through the phone and snatch the witch woman right through it.

So, that's my day so far and it's not even 2pm. Do I dare ask how much worse it can get?

Only me???

Have you ever wondered why some things just happen to you? I often wonder that. Last night was no exception. It wasn't a bad night by any means, just funny.



First, I got home from work intending to change my clothes before I went shopping with my mother...who was on her way to get me. I walk into the back door of the house (that goes into the laundry room) and I see Eugene staring at me through the glass on the door into the kitchen. He has the dumbfounded look on his face and he's shaking his head back and forth and wagging his finger at me. I have no earthly idea what he's doing so I ask him "What are you doing?" He cracks the door just enough so I can get in and says "We have a mouse." I start going into freak out mode because rodents and I just don't get a long. Then I notice he has the stove pulled out and the doors blocked to the other rooms and he told me he's going to catch the little (cuss word I won't repeat). So I let him keep hunting and I walk into the dining room and start opening the mail. I open a letter and turn around to tell him what it says and see the critter run across the floor on the other side of the refrigerator. I started screaming and Eugene is getting irritated so I told him I saw it run by the refrigerator. He shoves a broom in my hand and told me to guard the door in case it runs my way. Great!!!! I'm in a tank top, dress shorts, and sandals. He better hope that it doesn't run across my feet because the neighbors will hear me scream and he will get hit with the broom!



He pulls out the refrigerator and gets down on all fours to see the mouse (I'm hoping it jumps out at him) and he finds it. So he has the bright idea he's going to vacuum the mouse into the Hyla (vacuum with water in it) so he gets the extensions and tries to vacuum the mouse. He doesn't get it and the mouse has disappeared. I'm not sure where it is now but we set some traps. I didn't get to change but I left him on his great mouse hunt.



My mom picked me up and my almost 15-year old brother came with us. Any time my mother and I get together, we say or do something stupid and end up laughing so hard we cry. Throw my brother in the mix and there's no chance for us. We went shopping and everything went great. I have to add that my mom bought me this awesome red purse that I absolutely love!



After shopping we went to Applebee's for dinner. We are sitting at the table talking and Aaron tells us about a comedian who is coming to Columbia. Being the smart alec that I am, I said "Guess who is coming to Boonville?". Mom guessed it and said "Chubby Checker". Aaron looks at us with this blank expression and asked us if it was a band. I told him that Chubby Checker was a man and Mom and I bust out in our rendition of "let's do the twist...." Aaron gives us another weird look and said...get ready for this..."Oh, I thought it was a weight loss program." The look on his face and the fact he thought Chubby Checker was a weight loss program threw Mom and I into a fit of hysterical giggles with crying soon to follow. It was classic and I know that everyone in the restaurant thought we were a little bit crazy.



As if that wasn't enough, we left the restaurant and was going home. Mom's driving, I'm in the passenger seat, and Aaron is sitting behind me. Aaron and Mom are arguing over the radio. Aaron wants the volume turned to 18 and Mom has it on 12. Aaron is sitting in the back seat saying "18" over and over again and Mom is telling him he doesn't need it that loud. We are coming to a stop light that's turned red and I see that Mom isn't stopping. I start saying "red light...red light....RED LIGHT!" and she realized that I meant the light was red half-way through the stop light. Guess what Mom? The light was red. Red means stop. We get on the highway and it's funny but we are lucky there wasn't a cop or any other cars around. Then Mom comes up with her excuse if she had gotten pulled over. She said she would have told the officer that "she had to pass gas really, really bad; her son was in the back seat yelling 18 over and over again; and her daughter was yelling 'red light, red light' and she just got confused". I told her that it was a good excuse but the cop would have told her she should have listened to her daughter! I know, I'm always right........

Mortifying

When I decided to have kids, I never really thought about the fact that they could cause me so much embarrassment in one sitting. Yesterday (August 2) we went school shopping for Tavion and got a few things for Jaiden as well. We were about 45 minutes from home and it was dinner time so we stopped at Golden Corral for dinner. Things were going good so far...or so I thought. I thought that everyone would eat and then we'd get back on the road. Boy was I wrong! To begin with, the waitress was a young blond and as a 9-year old (going on 20), Tavion is interested in girls. He told the waitress that she looked beautiful. Of course she blushed and said "thank you". As she turned to walk away, Jaiden yells out "Yeah, you're HOT!" Gee, thanks Jaiden for getting the attention of everyone in the restaurant. So we start eating and an elderly couple sits at the table behind us. Tavi and Eugene have their backs to the elderly couple and Tavi innocently starts telling Eugene that he needs to start using his ab machine because his stomach looks like "you know how when you get old and your stomach gets big and sags down", well, this brought a stare from the evil old lady. As a really nice mother (sarcastically speaking), I kick Tavion under the table and told him and Eugene that the woman behind them was elderly and heard him. This brought laughter from Eugene (real mature) and Tavi clapped his hand over his mouth, embarrassed (as he should have been). So dinner continued and Jaiden was done eating and chattering and making noises as any 4-year old does. A couple of times he got pretty loud and I admit, I was embarrassed by how he was acting. I was trying my best to quiet him down and get him to behave...it wasn't working. At one point I turn around and the old witch was again, turned around staring at my child. As the wonderful and well behaved mother that I am (what? I am.), I look at her and her husband and nicely asked "do you have a problem or can I help you with something?" Of course I have lost my voice so it didn't come out like I had intended it to but she got the picture and turned her wrinkly self back around. I was embarrassed that my children are acting up. I think they should be perfect. But then I realize that no child is perfect and they don't always act that way. I constantly remind myself of that when I see someone elses child acting up. I don't glare or get irritated, I give the parent a sympathetic, I know what you're going through, smile. Every day is a learning experience. Kids are kids and will behave as kids. If you don't want to hear it or see it, go to an adult restaurant, not a family friendly one.

Why

I am creating this blog because I have absolutely nothing else to do. I don't want to work, I don't want to write in a journal, I don't want to listen to my kids fighting and doing who-knows-what-else to each other. I just want to be me. I want to have my own thoughts and feelings and to be able to let them out. I want to be able to poke fun at myself and the often clumsy things I have done or the many times I have put my foot in my mouth. I need to share the hilariously funny antics that my children have done. What better way than to blog. I've never done anything remotely close to this so please don't think of this as some honorable (or even good) work of art...it's not. My grammar and spelling are probably off more often than not. Who knows what kind of adventures I am going to go on or what emotions may come to surface. If you are reading this, please understand that I am a real woman with a real family and a real life. This isn't a story or something made up for entertainment. This is my life. Right now, my brain feels like fried green tomatoes so I'm taking off for a bit. I'm going to sit at my desk (yes, I do work...occasionally) and fantasize about Edward Cullen and how I wish to become a vampire. ;)