Living in a sheltered world

I guess I just haven't been around too many people that I would file in the "absolutely worthless" category. But lately, my radar has gone into overdrive. I really, really tried to give these people the benefit of the doubt. But when push comes to shove - - they are just a waste of oxygen. Why, why, why do they reproduce? Do they have *any* conscience at all? No. None. Just selfish, horrible, materialistic, mean people. No limits to their hurtful, evil acts.

Where is the justice in this world? Where?

Shame, shame, shame on them.

I've lived my life long enough to witness a little "what goes around, comes around." I'm beginning to see it here. The question is - - how many lives will they trample upon as they reach for help. It's not like reaching for help either. It's pulling other people into their miserable pit and then trying to climb on top of them to get out.

Wow. Just - - wow.

Third in line

This crazy woman is third in line for the Presidency of the United States. Third.

*shudder*



That's right. It's all Bush's fault. No personal responsibility. *smirk* Was her snark and partisanship really necessary today? Really? The vote was 228-205. With both parties voting both ways.

I really don't like her. (Plus, I think she is horrible at delivering speeches.) She makes me want to drive my car into a tree. I honestly think *she* is the reason this Democrat-led congress has accomplished nothing. She is a poor leader.

Third in line.

So - - does my world make you sad?

I *thrive* in this environment. There is not a lot in this world that makes me any happier than having a clean house. Especially my kitchen. Clutter on my counters makes me cuh-razy. Every once in a while, the junk pile by the phone gets out of control. The thing is, most of it is junk. Stupid, tree-killing junk mail. I'm trying very hard to cull the mail every single day. So far, I'm rocking it out.

It's funny because this topic came up the other night with my scrapbooking buddies. Miss Q observed that my scrapping procedure is very neat and methodical. Cracks me up. I could totally win an award on scrapbook retreats for maintaining the cleanest space. I just like to clean as I go. In the midst of chaos, I can't find anything. That stresses me out. So - - in creeps OCD B. Unbeknownst to me, Miss Q observed me for awhile. She said that even my way for putting adhesive on paper was methodical. Nice, straight strips.

Is this weird?

Eeek!

I really don't want this stomach thingy.

The boys are doing great. Mr. B? Not so good. I feel sorry for him. I can tell that he feels like total crap.

No!!!!!!!!

Mr. B now has the stomach bug.

I am officially freaking out.

Have you ever...

...heard a cat fart? I haven't. Moe is asleep by the window in my bedroom. I went over there to pet him for a bit. I got the heck out of there. He is stinkin' up the joint. P - U!!!

Carry on.

Saturday Night Pass

Mr. B gave me one. I get to scrap with my peeps tonight. I need to get my stuff ready. 6:00 is going to be here before I know it!!

Yeah me!!!!

Better.

We are doing much better around here. Much. Yesterday went downhill. Real fast. Mr. B decided to take Justin to the local state park to camp. The camper was already out and loaded. So why not? They got checked in, hooked up to everything and headed down to the dock to do a little fishing. That's when Justin urped. (According to Mr. B - - a lot!) Mr. B brought Justin home and then went back for the camper. What luck we have around here.

Justin never got sick again. He just ran a little fever and slept. A lot. Thanks to the phenergan. They both slept through the night, without incident, and woke up this morning refreshed and ready to go.

Ahhhhh.

Mr. B let me sleep in. I slept until 10:45. It was nice! Cam slept until 11:15. Now my internal clock is all wonky.

Guess what I did yesterday! Mr. B and I were sitting out on the back porch, hiding from our whiny kids. He hadn't used the weed-eater the last time he mowed and the lawn really needed it. He didn't feel the urgency, so I told him I'd do it. Show me how to start that thing. He did and I used it. He was laughing at me because it took me *forever* to do the backyard. I had a really hard time holding that thing up for that long! I wasn't real good at it - but I got it done. Today - - I am sore. My arms are so sore! That's just sad.

Okay. Things to do. And this is kind of boring. Sorry. Have a great weekend.

I am in Suckville...

...and this time, Cameron is the mayor. He woke up puking at midnight. Every 30 -45 minutes.

I called the doctor and they could see us at 9:15. I decided to go ahead and take Justin to school. Cameron stayed out in the van with his bowl. I told his teacher he wouldn't be there. She said there are FIVE teachers out with it right now. Great. Just great.

I get Cam to the doctor. Yep - - they are just starting to see it. He gave us a Rx for phenergan suppositories and wished us luck. The Rx has enough for Justin. Just in case.

I called Mr. B to give him an update. He told me he was on his way to pick up Justin from school. He was in the office saying his tummy hurt and he felt like he was going to puke. FANTASTIC!
When they walked out of the door - - Justin wanted to go get a slush and start our camping trip. FAKER!!!! Guess what buddy - - no camping for our family!!

Cam is in bed asleep, Justin is watching cartoons and I'm about to go unload the camper.

Crap, crap, CRAPPPPPPPPP!

Okay, off to wash my hands. Again. You might want to wash yours, too. It's going around. (Sorry, Ash!)

*Don't kiss it, don't kiss it, use some hand sanitizer*

Happy Fall!!

I put my fall blogger clothes on. You like?

Now - - where are the cooler temperatures?

We are going camping with Baby Bro and his family this weekend. I'm so excited!! Mr. B got the camper last night and I've slowly been loading things in it. I got a copy of The Other Boleyn Girl. I'm going to actually try to read a book. I've seen the movie. Now I totally want to hook myself up with the rest of the series. I need to read this book first. We'll see how it goes.

I think I broke up with The Young and the Restless. *gasp* It saddens me to say that. I've been watching it for such a long time. I realized that so many of the characters and their story lines just irritated me. I have almost two weeks of it DVR'd and *zero* desire to watch it. Time to stop the recordings!

Tonight. Ahhhhh, tonight. Survivor and then E.R. (I do not watch Grey's. Never have. I don't know why.) We were supposed to have our pictures made tonight and I canceled it a couple of days ago. Just not in the mood. Big deal if our picture is not in the directory. I. Don't. Care.

One of my friends had some awesome advice for me today. JUST what I needed to hear. Thank you, Chica!! *smacks myself and the head and says, DUH*

Okay - - new survey over on the side. Please vote!

Things to do. Things to do. I've gots to go.

I kind of liked checking out with this phrase. I shall do it again.

*Kiss it, kiss it, smack it*

Um, yeah, well...

I was in a serious funk for that entry. (Not the kisses one. The one before that.) I'm feeling better about myself. Not the situation. But - how I will let it affect me. Why let it affect me? Because this is life and I'm not going to continue pretending that this situation at hand doesn't bother me. Does that make one, tiny bit of sense?

Everyone is in bed. It is quiet in Chez Bray.

To perk things up a bit, I put on my mp3 player and let the music inspire me. I folded laundry, cleaned out the litter box and refereed Moe. (He attacks the other kitties. He's trouble, that one.)

I'm feeling the light-headedness of my ambien beginning to kick in. So - - I shall hit the hay. I hope I didn't alarm anyone earlier. I know that the Lord will guide me and direct my path. I just have to listen to his still, small voice. Listen, then obey. He will carry me though this and reveal to me, in His time, what my next step should be.

I'll give you more later. I'm really feeling loopy all of a sudden.

*Kiss it, kiss it, smack it*

To lighten the load...

Well, if you eat them - - you won't be lighter.

Just lightening the mood.

Get thee to Target and get some of these. Now.

Dark spot...

Have you ever had a knee-jerk reaction to something that was not at all proportionate to the situation? It happened to me yesterday. (It's happened before.) I just got pissy about something that shouldn't have bothered me at all. I just feel like things aren't the same anymore. Sometimes like I'm out there bobbing in the water. All alone.

I don't even know the details of the situation. Just my assumptions. And you know what they say about those.

I feel this desperate need to move on. Move away. Start over. Just leave these monkeys that are on my back. (Maybe find a nice zoo for them.) Isn't that what we should be able to do with our problems. Just drop them off somewhere?

Sometimes I just want to move far away with Mr. B and the kids. Our family. I love my family. They are my best thing right now. In more ways than they'll ever know.

I know that running from something is not the answer. Because in the new place, new problems will inevitably creep up.

I need the Lord to fix this for me. Change my heart. Help me deal. Show me where I'm supposed to be. Because right now - - it all feels wrong.

Lesson learned the hard way

Always wear kitchen gloves when working with jalapenos. I made some picante at lunch.

Just now, my eye itched. So I scratched it.

Help.

Look what came out today...

And Justin's review? "Cool."

Baby Bro cracks me up...

Go read his comments about the Plus Size Goth clothes here.

Oh No!!!!

You can't see a lot. I don't know if clicking on it makes it larger or not. (It worked for me. Let me warn you - - it is UGLY!!) Give it a try and see. That's my hand. Take a look at that pinky finger. About six weeks ago, I was opening a drawer when my hand slipped. It hurt pretty bad. Not near as bad as it does tonight. I didn't lose the nail then. Real or fake. Tonight, I showed it to Mr. B. He said he thought I ought to take the fake one off (not easy) and let that heal. My real nail had already separated from my nail bed and this is what it looked like. Half of my natural nail is gone. I am seriously going to have to take some Tylenol before I go to bed.

Also - - you have no idea how long it took me to type this without the use of my pinky finger. I'm headed to the bathroom to clean it with peroxide and the put some neosporin on it.

*whimper*

Home, for now.

We are home. It was a nice trip. I will give you the short version.

We stopped at my favorite scrapbook store when we got into town. (Yay!) They could not find the RAK I won. (Boo!) They said they'd ship it to me. (Yay!) I did not have enough time to shop there. (Boo!)

We went to Chuck E. Cheese. I think I am one of two grown ups who LOVE that place. (The other being Mr. B.) It's not that their food is good or anything. I just love watching the kids play there. It was a hoot. Cameron hit the jackpot on a ticket thing. I was laughing my butt off. He had no idea. He just kept feeding tokens in and smacking the button when it lit up.

We made it to the in-laws house. Everyone showered and went to bed.

The next day, we went to the family reunion. I will say this first - - I will never again, never, ever - - ever - - make a scrapbook to be donated. The album alone cost me $12. It went for somewhere between $5 and $10. I was aggravated. Non-scrappers *totally* don't appreciate the work that goes into this. At all. I just don't think there were enough people there to support a silent auction. And there were several items. Meh. Lesson learned. Other than that, the reunion was nice. Good food, lots of it and we got to see Mr. B's cousin and his kids. He'd never met our kids and his kids were so little the last time we saw them. Mr. B *really* enjoyed connecting with him again. Nice, nice, nice family.

Sunday morning, Mr. B's mom fixed breakfast. I slept. She was sweet enough to save me a plate. See? That's just nice. Mr. B would have said, "You snooze, you lose." She is nicer to me than him. (Mr. B - - thanks for always getting up with the kids though. You rock.)

We left Sunday morning and stopped at Bass Pro Shops on our way home. They have the coolest stuff there.

We got home in the middle of the afternoon. I unpacked our bag, did a load of laundry and watched a movie about some crazy chick on Lifetime. (Lots of crazy, scorned women over there.)

Tonight - - Mr. B is pumped about the big Heroes premiere. He's hilarious. I'm excited for him. It's one of the few shows he watches. I don't.

Okay. I'm out. I need to do some straightening around here.

Peace.

I'm out...

We are about to hit the road. Just so some of you compulsive site hitters know. (I probably won't update until we get home. So sorry!)

I'm sick that I don't have time to tell you a story about my trip to Wal-Mart this morning. I'll try to remember it and tell you later. I will say this: Where do you buy plus size gothic clothes? Sweet heavens. I've never seen anything like that before. Ever.

Okay. Family reunion tomorrow. Joy.

Maybe, just maybe, Sea World on Sunday.

And if the kids are good - - Chuck E. Cheese when we get to San Antonio.

And if Mommy is good - - Scrapbook 911. Oh - - to dream.

It's done!!!

Just in time. Now I still have time in the morning to get my nails done and pack our bags.

The album is cute - - if I say so myself. Mr. B gave me the best compliment. He said, "It's a shame that whoever buys this album in the raffle will never understand the work it took to put something like this together and how much time you have invested in it."

That was the best thing he could have said to me. Because I'm slowing learning his love language. And I know that he is proud of me for doing this. I love it when he is proud of me.

I am proud of me. It is finished.

Yay!!!

**ETA: See - - Approval Junkies. That's what we are. Again - - don't judge me. *giggle*

The mini album...

I've got to finish this album...

Why oh why did I pimp myself out like this?

The Chicken

Why did the chicken cross the road?

BARACK OBAMA: The chicken crossed the road because it was time for a change! The chicken wanted change!

JOHN MCCAIN: My friends that chicken crossed the road because he recognized the need to engage in cooperation and dialogue with all the chickens on the other side of the road.

HILLARY CLINTON: When I was First Lady, I personally helped that little chicken to cross the road. This experience makes me uniquely qualified to ensure right from Day One! that every chicken in this country gets the chance it deserves to cross the road. But then, this really isn't about me.

GEORGE W. BUSH: We don't really care why the chicken crossed the road. We just want to know if the chicken is on our side of the road, or not. The chicken is either against us, or for us. There is no middle ground here.

DICK CHENEY: Where's my gun?

COLIN POWELL: Now to the left of the screen, you can clearly see the satellite image of the chicken crossing the road.

BILL CLINTON: I did not cross the road with that chicken. What is your definition of road?

AL GORE: I invented the chicken.

JOHN KERRY: Although I voted to let the chicken cross the road, I am now against it! It was the wrong road to cross, and I was misled about the chicken's intentions. I am not for it now, and will remain against it.

AL SHARPTON: Why are all the chickens white? We need more black chickens.

DR. PHIL: The problem we have here is that this chicken won't realize that he must first deal with the problem on this side of the road before it goes after the problem on the other side of the road. What we need to do is help him realize how stupid he's acting by not taking on his current problems before adding new problems.

OPRAH: Well, I understand that this chicken is having problems, which is why he wants to cross this road so bad. So instead of having the chicken learn from his mistakes and take falls, which is a part of life, I'm going to give this chicken a car so that he can drive across the road and not live his life like the rest of the chickens.

ANDERSON COOPER, CNN: We have reason to believe there is a chicken, but we have not yet been allowed access to the other side of the road.

NANCY GRACE: That chicken crossed the road because he's guilty! You can see it in his eyes and the way he walks.

PAT BUCHANAN: To steal the job of a decent, hardworking American.

MARTHA STEWART: No one called me to warn me which way that chicken was going. I had a standing order at the Farmer's Market to sell my eggs when the price dropped to a certain level. No bird gave me any insider information about crossing.

DR SEUSS: Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes, the chicken crossed the road, but why it crossed I've not been told.

ERNEST HEMINGWAY: To die in the rain, alone.

JERRY FALWELL: Because the chicken was gay! Can't you people see the plain truth? That's why they call it the 'other side.' Yes, my friends, that chicken is gay. And if you eat that chicken, you may become gay, also. I say we boycott all chickens until we sort out this abomination that the liberal media whitewashes with seemingly harmless phrases like 'the other side.' That chicken should not be crossing the road. It's as plain and as simple as that.

GRANDPA: In my day we didn't ask why a chicken crossed the road. Somebody told us the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough.

BARBARA WALTERS: Isn't that interesting? In a few moments, we will be listening to the chicken tell, for the first time, the heart warming story of how it had experienced a serious case of molting, and went on to accomplish its lifelong dream of crossing the road.

ARISTOTLE: It is the nature of chickens to cross the road.

JOHN LENNON: Imagine all the chickens crossing roads together.

BILL GATES: I have just released eChicken 2008, which will not only cross roads, but will integrate with those that lay eggs. Henhouse Explorer is an integral part of eChicken 2008. This new platform is much more stable than previous versions.

ALBERT EINSTEIN: Did the chicken really cross the road, or did the road pass beneath the chicken?

COLONEL SANDERS: Which way did he go?

Whew!

Okay - - I...

loaded the dishwasher and started it,
cleaned off the counters in the kitchen (including, but not limited to, the junk pile by the phone),
sorted the laundry,
started a load of laundry,
wiped down the top of the washer,
picked things up in the living room,
folded quilts and hung them back up,
picked up some things in the boys' bathroom,

AND

I poured me a


...as a reward for myself.

I've got a few more things to do. Like put away some laundry I did last week. (Hey, it was folded. Don't judge me.)

Yes.

I am on a roll. I'll be back later.

TTFN

It's time.

My new signal. When this picture pops up - - the challenge has begun. Twenty minutes. Go.

Yesterday...

It was bound to happen. Yesterday sucked. I got an injection around 2:00 and pretty much slept the rest of the day. You know it's bad when you dream about having a migraine.

Thanks, Baby Bro, for helping out with the kids until Mr. B could get here.

Out of My Mind - - The Signs

I love the cool weather. Love it, love it, LOVE it! There is nothing like shutting off the A/C and opening the windows. The breeze gently blowing through...

I love fall.

With that being said - -

Our neighbors A/C is so freaking loud. Like, send me too the loony bin loud. Mr. B told them *last* fall that something is wrong with it. Stamp that. Something is way wrong with it. That noise. Windows open, their A/C on the same side of the house as the kitchen and mine and Mr. B's "office." No. This is so not working. I wish they would jump on the whole "cooler weather/windows open" bandwagon. Please...

As if I'm not batty enough, with the noise, I did something *insane.*

We are going to Mr. B's family reunion this weekend. (I know. Good times.) They asked that instead of paying a small fee to help the organizers recoup some of their expenses, that we have a silent auction. Silly, serious whatever.

Oh - - their A/C shut off. Nice.

I digress. Anyway, most of you know that I scrapbook. *giggle* If you don't know this about me, and we are friends... Again, I'm straying. Okay - - Most scrapbookers LOVE the attention. Who doesn't? Truth be told, it's one of our nasty little secrets. We absolutely piddle everywhere when someone gushes over our work. I said it. There, the cat is out of the bag. How does this impact my life? In a weak moment, I thought of taking a scrapbook (small one, of course) to be auctioned off. Not just an album, one that is done, waiting for pictures to be added. Yeah. I know. We leave Friday afternoon. I have an album. And a few ideas. And two preschoolers.

Someone hold me.

Those compliments had better be plentiful.

The Women

So. To the movies I went. With my husband you ask? Oh, hell to the no. He doesn't watch chick flicks. I went with my sweet - - other sister. The sister my brother gave me when he married her. (Have I ever mentioned how much I love this sister?)

I picked her up and we got there in plenty of time. We needed a pack mule to get us, our purses and our purchases from the snack bar - - to our seats. LARGE popcorn (with lots o' butter), two large diet cokes, a box of junior mints and about 8000 napkins. We made it inside and had choice seating. Not too bad. The movie started. Well, the trailers started. A few good, a few bad. Nothing really stuck out in my mind. The good ones will come closer to Christmas.

I don't want to give ANYTHING away with the discussion here. I shant spoil it for those still wishing to attend. I do, however, want you to look for two things when you watch this movie - - 1. Male actors 2. Beyond obvious product placement on behalf of Lexus. View the movie for yourself. Then decide.

My rating scale: B. I'm sorry I just can't go any higher than that grade.

Okay - - I'm getting pretty woozy. I've had my Ambien *and* my cough medicine. I'm loopy. I just want to show you the highlight of my evening:

That's me and Dane Cook. *purrrrrrrrr*

I'll definitely be seeing this movie!! I love me some Dane.

Okay, I'm seriously afraid I may not make any more sense. So - -

I'm out.

*smooches*

So, last night...

It's too long and uninteresting to post the whole story. I'll sum it up like this.

My brother helped me out at AWANA last night.

He needed a ride home and wanted to stop and get some dinner - - so I took him by Taco Hell.

It was pouring rain. The drive through is *not* rain friendly.

I got SOAKED.

I am convinced that the man inside was listening to me gripe about his lack of interest in expediting things while I waited to order the food.

I got SOAKED.

I am also convinced that he was laughing his ass off at me.

While I was getting SOAKED.

I finally stuck my umbrella outside of my window to block the rain. Why not raise my window? I couldn't hear when he asked for my order.

We finally made it to the window to pick up the food.

Again, I got SOAKED.

I should have shook my umbrella out on him before I attempted to bring it back inside the car.

Taco Hell's drive-thru is not prepared for drenching rain. They really should cover that.




**I told you this was not interesting. There is no interesting way to present this. I just didn't have much else to say and knew my fans would start the lynching if I didn't blog something soon. Happy now?

I'm lost...

Justin was invited for a sleepover tonight. I didn't think he'd do it. He said he just wanted to go and play for a while and then he wanted me to pick him up. Well, the good times prevailed and he chose to stay.

I'm lost. Any other time that the boys have spent a night away from us, we have had something going on. Namely - - out of town. Tonight was just another night. There was no need in him spending the night. This one was for fun. For him.

Just let the record reflect that I want *so* badly to peek in his room and kiss his sleeping face. Only he isn't there. And for some reason, it makes my cry a little. It makes me ache to see him. I know I'm sounding a bit melodramatic here. I just think that it has hit me that my little man is growing up. He has begun to develop a life outside of these walls of our home.

I love both of my boys. I love them so very much. It truly makes me ache sometimes.

Father, thank you for my beautiful boys. Protect them and keep them safe from harm. Father, show me how I shall direct them. Train them in the way they should go... My prayer now is that they both become Godly men. Thank you for entrusting them to my care. Equip me, Father. Equip me as we begin this new phase of our lives. Thank you for the blessings each one has brought to me and their Father. ~Amen.

Today

Hi. It's been a few days, huh? Very uncharacteristic of me.

It's raining right now. Oh how I love the rain. It's going to stink in a bit when I have to get Justin out in it to get him to preschool.

However - - when I return - - I hereby declare this a scrapbooking day. My house is in pretty good shape, so no worries there. I have a mini-album I recently started that I'm finally excited about working on. So - -

If anything exciting happens, I'll let you know.

(I do have a twinge of a headache. I've had it since last night. Please pray that it goes away and nothing major develops. I'd be most appreciative.)

*smooches*

Pantsing

Have you ever been "pantsed" before? Need help with the phrase? Let me help you out - - someone, other than yourself, pulls *your* pants down. It's funniest when done in front of others.

My brother got "pantsed" before. It was at his first youth group function. Just a wee 7th grader. The older boys inaugurated him good and proper. In front of a bunch of girls. Then, they put their pants up in the tree out in the front yard. Good times. I digress...

The "pantsing" game gets played around here. It's sporadic. But funny nonetheless. This might not surprise you - - but I often initiate the proceedings. Nothing cracks me up more than Mr. B's nakey bottom, with his pants around his ankles.

I must also add - - I lose this game. Every. Time. Does it stop me? No. It's worth about fifteen seconds of obnoxious laughter.

Tonight, I "pantsed" him in the back yard. Actually, he was in his shed looking for some stuff to kill a spider. He got me back. Next thing I knew, my pants were around my ankles and he was en route to the back door. Laughing. "Hi neighbors, we're not crazy or anything."

Tell me your story. Let us laugh at you, too. Been on the receiving end of this before?

Good times.

Vigalante Justice in a Minivan

The campaign lives again! Well, the campaign has continued to be around. However, my participation has been limited.I spotted one this morning. I was right behind him. As luck would have it, I had just cleaned out my purse and had an extra pen handy. More luck - - some junk mail for me to write on the back of. The results? Another litterer reported.

Be ye warned. I'm watching. Bwahahaha!!!!

Criss Angell

He is an idiot.

That is all.

Another first day - -

Today, Cam started preschool. He did *okay* when I dropped him off. He stiffened up a little when we headed into the door. He even shook his head "no." But then he saw the blocks and was good to go. Both boys did great today. Here's what I did. You might want to make sure you are sitting for this. (Who surfs the interwebs standing?) Anyway...

I drove to the ATM and got some money.
I then made a bee line for Starbucks.
I went inside to get my Pumpkin Spice Latte.
I went to get my haircut.
I arrived there FIFTEEN minutes early. (I know. Early!)
I went and got my nails done.
I laughed at the lady next to me getting her nails done. (I'm mean that way.)
I called Mr. B after I left. He invited me to lunch.
Mr. B and I ate at Hidalgo's. Yummy.
I went to the local scrapbook store to pick up an item I ordered.
I broke my own rule there and bought five pieces of paper with no plan for them. I just liked the paper.
I drove out to the church and dropped off some old nametags that I found in my closet the other day.
I picked the kids up. Fifteen minutes early. (Again. I know!)

What a day. And that only gets me to 1:30. I won't bore you with the mundane details of the rest of the day.

My voice is horrible right now. This chest stuff is far from over. I'm on Day Two of antibiotics. Let's hope that tomorrow is better for me health wise. I was supposed to help out at AWANA tonight. No way that would have worked. Standing outside in the heat - - with this chest congestion and coughing. No way. I'm hoping for some actual sleep tonight.

Wow. That was boring. If you are still reading - - I'm really sorry.

I've got to go. I need to check on my Mob. I've been doing Mob Wars on Facebook. I think it's time to smuggle some liquor. I had someone put a hit out of me the other day. The nerve. I punched them in the face for some retaliation.

Ciao.

First day of school...

...for Justin. He is such a big boy. He walked right into his class, put his backpack and lunchbox away, grabbed his color box from his cubby and got to work. My little man.

Cameron didn't understand not staying. It wasn't nearly as bad as I was afraid it would be. He and I took the van to get it washed. All was good in his world after that.

I've found that school starting again is like a double edged sword. I now have to put a bra on again. Daily. Blech. The sisters weren't meant to be caged like that. It's wrong. Just wrong, I tell you. Over the summer, there were days that would go by where I never had to put on that wretched device. (I didn't get out much!) And now - - secured. Stupid bras.

I'm sure my husband will appreciate the makeup. Even if it is limited.

Justin has his buddy over this afternoon. It was nice having the soccer mom van in order to haul everyone safely.

I need to get back to my supervising. Maybe even eat some lunch.

BTW - - still feeling pretty yuck. This crap has settled in my chest. Thank you Diet Coke. I love the way it kind of burns going down. I feel like it is kicking that drainage around some. It's never fun getting this stuff. Especially when it's hot outside. *Booooooo!*

I'm out.

Smooches. (Air smooches. I shall not contaminate you!)

Yes, yes, YES!!!!!

Pumpkin Spice Latte
Coming to Starbucks - - Wednesday, September 3rd

That's right fans. My most favoritest Starbucks beverage - - evah. Coincidence that it is being brought back the *same* day that both of my kids start school? I don't think so! Justin starts Tuesday (tomorrow!!) He will go every day. Cam only goes MWF and therefore starts on Wednesday. So - - any guesses where I will be Wednesday morning? Watch for the dust cloud and spinning rocks at their school. I'm headed to Starbucks, baby. And then to get a haircut.

*sigh*


Fall - - I love you.