The potential for snow = freak the freak out!

Today was just like any normal day, wake up, and get the kids ready and yada yada yada. That was all fine and dandy until the weatherman speaks. I don’t usually hear the weather guys because I quit listening to him, I mean come on, and he lies to me more often than he tells the truth. So I didn’t hear him say that after a wonderfully gorgeous day yesterday, that today would be full of rain, sleet, and possibly snow and got to work thinking all was well. I HAD a full schedule when I walk into work which made me super duper happy and ready to tackle the day. I had about an hour to “kill” before my first client came in to which I started to get everything ready for her. Got the chair cleaned and cleaned again, the tub sanitized (twice), and everything I needed to provide the best service for her lined up. Cancellation after cancellation due to what “might” be and right now it is only raining. Which just means that the stores will have a surge in sales and I won’t be able to find the regular stuff I buy every Thursday because of the “could be blizzard.” I figured why let all that go to waste now that I have two open spots for pedicures, treat yourself, girlfriend, you are entitled to it. So as I’m sitting here having my own little wonderful pedicure, my mind wonders as it often does.
Love that word “entitled.” Yes, I do believe that it is over used and for many different reasons. An advertising company for instance, uses the word knowing that it will make the consumer think “that’s right, I’m worth it and I deserve it” and then they have you hook, line, and sinker. Congrats you have fallen prey to one of the most powerful advertising words out there. Want to know the others? They are easy to spot once you know what they are… FREE! Gotcha didn’t I? Yup, you guessed it, that is another and only two more to go, and I want you to know because you are a preferred reader. Empowered you there for a minute didn’t I with the whole “preferred” thing. You see it all the time, preferred customers only or get on our preferred client list. HELLO! Gimmick alert going off.  Last one is guarantee because we all want to make sure we are getting the “best bang for our buck” so we all look for that word. Think about it, you go out to buy a car and you want warranties and guarantees to back up the products or you hear some sales pitch with the words “we will guarantee your satisfaction or your money back.” Wow that one line had two things fight against us, guarantee or it’s free?! Scary how often people (myself included) fall prey to that because there is usually some microscopic print that has a disclaimer for everything you could find fault with. Damn the luck.
So now my thoughts are wrapped around advertising and I have come to the realization that I have finished yet another rambling blog but also my pedicure. To think that when I started it, I couldn’t even decide what color to use and now that it is done and I don’t recall making that decision, my toes are done and quite charming, thank you. I bid you farewell for today or until I come up with another totally useless rambling bloggityblog blog. :-) Blessed be

Lent, fb, and Pinterest…. What?

Two heavy blog posts back to back?! What was I thinking? Oh wait, that’s right, I let my emotions get the best of me because I’m human. So with that it’s time to get back to lighter things and perhaps regain some smiles and laughter.
Some today are thinking very diligently on what they will give up for lent and then posting this on Facebook (fb). The problem with that is that you are now held accountable for your actions and some think they have the solution to that, they simple make up new rules for lent. For instance I saw one person say they were giving up alcohol except for a birthday party, St. Paddy’s weekend, and a Vegas trip. I seriously have to laugh at this because I question at what point are they really giving up anything, during the week perhaps. I heard on the news that some were going to give up fb and again I question some of these because one said that they would give up fb except for on their phone. Admit it, you’re smiling at this one because most of us know that from most mobile devices you can still do almost all of fb’ing that you would normally do. So then I come to folks like my dad who gives the same thing up every year and he always hold that “Sunday is a free day. Day of rest.” For some reason I don’t think Jesus’ dad gave him that option. Just a thought.  My children said that they are grateful but not giving up anything since it isn’t required in our religion, nice. Me? No, I just try to be a better person during that time because let’s face it… that is hard work and it’s like a new year’s resolution, at first I do amazing but then fizzle out when it gets tough. I am weak in that regards but strong enough to admit that faults (well that one anyway otherwise I’m perfect HAHA!). Ok, seriously I will TRY to give up cursing as much (dagnabit this will be hard). I think that I will look to my good and evil friend Pinterest to help me come up with a cute thing to help with this. I love to hate that site.
Why would anyone love/hate that wonderful/devil site? Well think about it for just a second. That site has a compilation of everything and ideas of future things you didn't even know you wanted to do until someone “pinned” it to their board and you suddenly get the urge to do crafts (even when you have never done anything “crafty” in your life). Sneaky website, making me want to do new ideas and try new things. What is wrong with that? Nothing, that isn't the problem. The problem is how much time I spend on there finding these new wonderful and incredible things. I find myself going “oh yeah, I saw that on Pinterest. Have you tried that site yet? It’s amazing!” Later I will go on there to see if I can find a nail design and then TA-DAH…just like magic! I have spent the last 3 hours looking at ALL the coolest nail ideas EVER and still not finding the exact one I was looking for to begin with. I do love that site though. I know, you are going “That’s it, girlfriend! Give up Pinterest for lent.” Heck to the no (see didn't swear haha). That is cutting it too close to Prom for my likings and I will need hair/nail ideas to go with this year. So I will bid you farewell for the night/day whatever it is when you read this, if you actually read this and happy Ash Wednesday. Blessed be :-)

Seriously now, ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!

I will not lie; I will be completely on a soap box and ranting tonight. If you feel the need to bash anything I write here, fine, start your own damn blog but for now I have some issues (hahaha I just admitted to having issues) to get off my chest.
We all know that there has been some major controversy over the whole Planned Parenthood (PP) and anything that seems to be associated with it. Also there have been some strange things happening in the state of Indiana. I can honestly say “thank goodness I don’t live there” but also must say “OMG! These people all speak for us.”
 In that state there was a chance that the state was going to get rid of all licensing for Cosmetologists /barbers/nail techs. Let’s think about this one shall we?  You go in to get your hair just slightly trimmed and dagnabit, the stylist nicked your neck but not even enough to bleed but they knew. Now let’s go through all the sanitation steps it takes to cleanse the client, the station, the instruments used, and make the whole area safe for the next client. Now let’s take those rules and regulations away and the same thing happens but this client is carrying Hepatitis B. The stylist knows that they scraped the neck but since it didn’t break skin it’s all good right? WRONG! Without the rules of sanitation the stylist has the opportunity to spread this all around because WHO CARES there is NO RULES. Nice job fellas. This is not the place to “save a buck” if you will. Iowa has stopped doing the practical part of the exams a long time ago which in my opinion was wrong because lots of people can pass a written exam especially if it is multiple choice, need I say more?
Moving on to the next thing… PP. Everyone that is all in an uproar about the fact that they do a few abortions but failing to see what all they do BESIDES that drives me crazy. That is like going to a major supermarket saying that they are horrible awful and immoral because they carry whole milk and from a COW! Yes, seems quite strange to compare the two but that’s essentially what you are doing. They offer many services but yet some are determined to judge based on one. Break down the name: Planned = to make plans for: to plan one's vacation; Parenthood = an organism or organization that has produced one or more organisms or organizations similar to itself. So if one thinks about the actual name then you would come to the conclusion that it is a program developed to HELP PLAN TO BE A PARENT. Wait a tic… you mean that you didn’t know that?! WAKE THE HECK UP PEOPLE! They have since then developed into a bigger organization and have added new services to help prevent health issues for women and yet maintain the original goal of helping people PLAN TO BE PARENTS. So wait, again you didn’t realize that when science has discovered more issues for women and with that, comes bigger price tags for help, that they were STILL THERE TO HELP WOMEN?!? Yes, with the good comes the bad but that doesn’t mean that you get to determine which is which. Who died and made you God? I guess I missed that memo. I don’t know and don’t care what religion you are and what you believe (freedom is why my ancestors caught a boat here) and please don’t force it on me. So now we have all these self-righteous people out there saying that they know everything about everyone and know exactly what everyone should and will do because they DEEM IT SO and at the same time are upset because their own kids are acting out and trying to be a reality TV star. Congrats! And no thanks, I guess I’ll stick to my heathen ways and continue to pray to my God and beg forgiveness TO HIM and not you all the while raising my kids.
Moving on… Girl Scouts. The lawmaker in Indiana apparently doesn’t know much about the Girl Scouts and therefore must take the ranting of a misconstrued blogger as high quality factorial evidence of what is (or really not). I have seen that some are trying to protest the sales of GS cookies because they let a child go to a function that was transgender. So let me get this straight… you can’t not let a girl go to an all boy event because it is sexist but yet a small child that is gender confused and doesn’t fit in anywhere cannot be allowed because DEAR LORD THE PLUMMIN’ IS WRONG. May nothing ever go wrong in your life and you need to lean on anyone that might be “different.”  HAHAHAHAHA! Good luck with that, Butternuts! So now we are "All the rest are feminists, lesbians, or Communists." Well I’ll be a feminist then or lesbian or communist I guess because I was a GS and now love the troop my daughter is in. OH DEAR WORD, I HAVE A DAUGHTER IN GIRL SCOUTS! Someone stop the presses because that would mean that I am subjecting her to a group that has a "radically pro-abortion" Michelle Obama is honorary president of Girl Scouts of America, which "should give each of us reason to pause before our individual or collective endorsement of the organization." Wow, just wow. I bet this guy’s momma is real proud and saying “yup, that’s my boy!” Where am I getting this you asked… here’s a linky link: http://usnews.msnbc.msn.com/_news/2012/02/21/10469492-lawmaker-radical-girl-scouts-out-to-destroy-american-family-values and guess what folks...  "After talking to some well-informed constituents, I did a small amount of Web-based research, and what I found is disturbing," is what he is basing all this on. Think about what he said. Well-informed? I have to laugh because anyone that is disgruntled with a decision that any organization makes can turn stats to their favor. I read somewhere that a lady wrote that in the 70’s she had to do a “pagan” ritual before the meeting for GS. Well let’s go there shall we? The girls in my daughter’s troop have to *wait for it because it is horrible and immoral* HOLD HANDS *gasps in pure horror* while they say the scout pledge and law. WAIT! That’s it?? What is so horrible about that? Oh wait, I know… we are teaching the girls about friendship and sisterhood which is now labeled “feminists, lesbians, or Communists.”
I am seriously tired of everyone thinking that they have the “RIGHT” to determine what is good for everyone else. For those that are heavily offended, GOOD and for those that are not GREAT and for everyone else AWESOME! I don’t like being told what to do, but will usually do it provided that it is indeed the right thing to do, but to take away my choice completely and I will without a doubt rebel against you. Think about that as you do this to everyone else because most detest having their choices made for them without so much as a word in. Sleep well and blessed be….

Still houses = ranting of a Looney Momma

It is that time to catch up on many things… we left each other with thoughts of Lysol and bleach which I am relieved to say that at this EXACT moment we are good to go. We did go and celebrate ten years of marriage and the many wonderful/tragic/horrifying/glorious things that go with it… but enough of that, let’s move on to new things.
As I sit here in the quiet (please, all mighty, do NOT strike me down now) drinking my morning coffee thinking, “Wow, this house can be quiet” and I almost panic. I mean come on; I have two (2) kids in this house and a new addictive game that we apparently HAVE to fight over. I think it must be in some kind of contract they sign when the younger child comes along where it says “fight over nothing and everything” and usually on days when we don’t have to wake up early is the days we are all up before the sun even thinks about it (hint: why I am writing this at 6:30 am and wide awake). Still. The house is still and waiting in anticipation of the lovely monsters to wake and run amok while the mother cries out “Please, Daddy is sleeping so BE QUIET” because nothing says restful sleep like the sounds of kids vs. momma.
Every once and awhile I get the notion that I might want to home school my kids because let’s face it, I question some of the teachings they do get at school (farty fart farthead and so much more). They are getting laptops in 5^th grade (yay! and BOO! all at the same time) which they will have their text books, assignments, and homework all done on. Dilemmas you ask…I will tell you only some because this tends to lead into horrible fights amongst wonderful people (confrontation at this hour, na). At first I was extremely happy about this (whoot! A laptop that I don’t have to go buy?! Wonderful idea, maybe) until I was made aware of: 1) the cost should something happen (HELLO! KIDS) 2) when do they use paper anymore? 3)watched several students do an entire day worth of “homework,” then email it to the teacher, and do the next day’s complete work. ***HELLO! What the heck are they doing in school then?!  So I asked on girl and she told me she “did some facebookin,’ played some games, and youtube stuff. Nothing major or anything.” ACK! Seriously?! This frightens me but I hope that she was in the minority that do this while at school. HA! I was having second thoughts about our school system when I learned what was considered award winning art projects within the last 3 years and then was told by a student that they didn’t know how to write a research paper. WHAT?!? Either our teachers have forgotten how to teach or we have entirely too much “paper work” for them to do that they can’t do what needs to be done. Yes, I am not a fan of the whole “no child left behind” crap because it seems that since that has started we have seen a decline in teaching. I know that some of you that might be reading this will be offended but suck it up, Buttercup, and deal with it because what you are not teaching my kids, I am. Now with that said I will always fight for teachers’ rights because they are some of the most underappreciated people out there, but if a child goes all the way through high school and never has to write a report, actually pass tests, and do the work required… then I question things. We have enough things wrong with this country that we don’t need to add more people that are not educated into it.
There are some extraordinary teachers out there that go above and beyond the call of their jobs and for those I tip my hat. With all the new “laws” and “rules and regulations” that the government has put into place I can’t imagine that their jobs are easy so please don’t think that is what I am saying. I do however believe that the acts that were put into place to help the kids has indeed backfired and put in a whole new level of hurt to all involved.  These teachers are the ones that actually do stay late, encourage the kids to strive, take the time to help them enroll/choose a college, and make sure that they have all the resources they can provide to the kids. These are the ones that need that extra pat on the back but instead are usually thought of being a tough teacher, hard ass, and “slave driver.” We’ve all had them and either realized what they have done or was upset because we couldn’t just “get by.” They push you to become the potential that they see in you and drive you beyond the expectations and limits you put on yourself. Unfortunately for all of us, they are a “dying breed” because either they have all either retired or pushed beyond scared to do it anymore. I dare our generation to become those teachers that we hold high in our thoughts when thinking back at school because most of us don’t remember the “push overs” if you really think about it.
This is again, why I toy with the notion of homeschooling my children. I have many friends that do quite well with it and dual enroll just for the kids to play sports. Hmm, but the real question is: would we all survive?? On some days: YES! and again on others: Hell to the NO.
And this is where my thought processes goes when left alone for too long in a quiet, still, and awaiting house…. time to “wake the dead” (haha) and go to lighter thoughts today. So I bid you, blessed be.

Momma got sick :(

Yes, for years I swear every time my family gets ill that I indeed will not because, “Mommas don’t get sick.” Yeah, so I was doing that whole chant for over a month and my hubby started thinking the same thing. Perhaps that is where we went wrong this time…
Yesterday was our 10 year wedding anniversary and a huge milestone… or so we thought. He was thoughtful and texted me right after midnight to wish me a happy anniversary and a love you which was incredible. I of course was up and had to text him back and proceeded to get the things done around the house that needed done. I wasn’t feeling quite right so I stayed up a bit longer and that’s when it hit me. Hit me like a damn Mack truck barreling down the highway like he owned the joint. I cleaned up my ‘stuff’ and texted my hubby as so to let him know the pre-planned festivities would indeed NOT be taking place due to the vomit factor. Strangely enough at the same time I was doing the porcelain praying, he was too. Now when I took my vows 10 years ago I did say “in sickness and in health” but I never dreamed that we would both be sick at the same time and with the same damn stuff. He drove home and we got the kids ready for school. Got home and crashed between gagging sessions. Awesome 10 year celebration and one I’ll never forget… HA!
We have pop in the house however it was not clear pop and so one of us needed to go get some and run to the bank quickly. It was at that moment that I wished we had a drive up Git-N-Go like they do in Des Moines. Shit! I was going to have to go and infect some poor soul while going in to get something to calm our stomachs.  I felt like I should have taken Lysol in to spray behind myself the whole way. Thank goodness the gal was very understanding and was like “no big deal” and “at least you care and not just trying to infect people” but that still didn’t make me feel any better.  Deed was done and I went home to “occupy my bed” for yet another only God knows how long.
I knew the minute the kids were home from school. The door flew open and all one could hear is “MOM ARE YOU STILL SICK? DO YOU STILL THROW UP? ARE YOU HERE? MOM! MOM! Mom. Mom? EVIE! Where are they?” “They are sick and downstairs. SHUT UP!” Yup, then it was rumble tumble down the stairs to see if the parents were indeed still alive before running amok. We were still alive, but barely. Amok commenced in 5..4..3..2..GO! Brief stopping in the non-stop play for questions like “Mom, can I have an ice cream sandwich?”
My mom, bless her and my dad, called to see what the kids would want to have for supper and therefore the kids had chicken nugget happy meals. The hubby and I however were down and out for the count. Everything we tried came back for a visit in the not so nice way until we made propel and slept. Sleep is a wonderful thing.
Got the kids off to school this morning and the world is a better place today. The powerful smell of bleach and Lysol is consuming my house as you read (I type) but the germs are going bye-bye. I hope and pray for everyone to have a very safe and HEALTHY day. Blessed be.

Compliments + agendas = yup, you have kids

Yesterday while getting ready to take my child to the doctor (remember, we talked about this) she told me how beautiful I was with or without make-up. Yes, we did end up going to B.W.W. just like she wanted and it never ceases to amaze me about how a compliment from a child means they want something (note I didn’t specify the age of “child”). Keep the whole “you are so beautiful with or without make-up, Mommy” statement in mind for the next few moments.
Today was like any Tuesday morning. Wake up, fix coffee, wake eldest child and force shower upon her, do dishes and laundry, and wake youngest and force shower followed by breakfast and a rushed list of “don’t forgets” and “did you.” Please take note that nowhere on this list does it say Momma gets a chance for a hot shower unless wanting to wake up before the rooster therefore I am lucky to be dressed and somewhat presentable for public viewing. While driving the lovelies to school the older child dares to say a series of words that went to a horrifying thought…for her.
“Mom, do you work today?”
“Yes. Why?”
“You will be going home to change first, right?”
This is where I notice a slight hint of fear in her words and yes, I ran with it like a batter to first base. “Um, perhaps, why? Does my outfit scare you? Or do I embarrass you?”
“No, you will only embarrass yourself” as she giggles and starts to laugh at the tempting thoughts.
“Really?” That’s when the fun really begins…for me. “So do you mind if I come in and announce to everyone that I am EVIE’S MOMMY and maybe we could do lunch.”
Panic then spreads across her precious face and she stares at me with the world’s largest eyes in pure horror as she speaks “OH MY GOSH MOM! YOU ARE FREAKING ME THE FREAK OUT! Please, don’t. I’ll do anything.” She did this whole little rant which was very comical and I enjoyed watching her freak just a tad.
Hook, line, and sinker. Just like that she took the bait and I start to feel just a tad bit bad, but the moment passes quickly as I ask “So that would embarrass you? What makes it ok for me to go to work like this but not your school? Does that even make sense?”
“Well come on. You usually are all…you know. Dolled up and stuff for work so I didn’t think you would go looking like that.” This was nice that she knew I wouldn’t go out completely like that; however, it worries me slightly how much she is aware of appearances. I hope to be raising a well-rounded young person able to see people for them and not what they have.
My last words as she got out of the car and goes towards the school was “You know I love you and yes, I will go home and get ready for the day. I promise not to go into the school looking like this, so don’t worry. Have a good day and I’ll see you at home.” We both laughed and she apparently had a great day.
My youngest was however still very upset with his sister and how “RUDE” she was to me. I can’t help but think of how much of a little gentleman he is. He is constantly praising me with compliments and showering me with love, and so far, I cannot see where it is given with hidden agendas. He is very young though and perhaps he is stocking up his butt kissing for something huge later.

Children + doctors = no secrets

I have Mondays scheduled off for more than just because it is indeed Monday and I refuse to have a “case” of them. I use this day to schedule multiple doctor appointments, tax stuff, and just your basic run around like a chicken with it’s head cut off to get the things done that should have been done on Sunday. If you schedule an appointment for your child, be advise that everyone you meet that day will know exactly what you did that weekend or lack thereof.
I don’t know exactly what it is about all the doctors my kids see, but they seem to have the desire, drive, and need to spill their guts… about EVERYTHING. They could be things as simple as “I didn’t mean to, but I accidently spilled the whole carton of milk and my Mommy was really mad at me but I helped her clean it up and we turned it into a game. I promise not to ever do it again.” Or, “I have this friend that pushed (insert name here) down and didn’t mean to actually hurt her and she cried. I told the teacher but they yelled at me but I didn’t do it. I wouldn’t do that because that would hurt their feelings and stuff.” I am starting to think that they have the whole “now make sure to tell the doctor what’s wrong” thing because I either need a tissue from laughter or a veil for my embarrassment every single time. There are no secrets to be kept here. Want to know what we didn’t do verses what we were planning on, just go ask the kids and they will be more than willing to not only fill you in on our stuff, but also on the Grandparents and everyone else we have seen. Today was no different. The doctor that we saw today only deals with our hearing issues or the lack of being able to hear and so I was bewildered as to why she was privy to some of the information that was given today. Knowing that my child is nine, I was under the assumption that she would start to have that whole inner monologue saying “Hi! Look, I know that the whole drama lama thing was exciting, but unless it has to do with how well you hear, SHUT UP. M’kay.. thanks.” But alas, that has not been installed on this model of child yet. Thankfully the audiologist also has children and giggles right along and gives me the “oh girl, don’t sweat it” look which lightens up my mood again and so we all joke about things.
We leave the hospital and I thank the good lord that we survived without spilling more guts than we did. SUCCESS! Perhaps her inner monologue is coming in after all.

Holy bat balls, Sir Monkey Fritzels….

Yes, the title is catchy and makes you instantly giggle but has absolutely nothing to do with anything other than it is Friday and you NEED to smile.
Today started with an uncertainty feeling and perhaps even a bit being out-of-control, but as the day progressed I learned how to adjust my mindset. What the hell is that? Adjust your mindset? Is that even possible? Of course it is and I totally did it! Sorry for sounding a bit crazed but today was an excellent and, yet at the same time, draining day.
Everyone has a troubled past or things that they wished never happened and those tend to leave physical/emotional/mental scars and even if you think you are healed… you eventually have to deal with the demons left behind. Today was one of those days.
I have always said that I forgive, I may not forget but forgiveness is the key. I was starting to think that might not be possible because I would still hold a grudge towards a person when I saw them and have ill feelings still bubble up and that scared me. If I did that, then they would always have that “power” over me and to live with that fear would be forever exhausting.
I spent most of the morning preparing myself to tackle this skeleton that has been in my closet for almost two decades. I know, what’s a few years? Problem is that if you keep giving it time to manifest in to something bigger than it needs to be, keep feeding it power, it will indeed consume you. I knew what I needed to do and what I should do. The real question was, could I? I am pleased to be able to say that I came, saw, and conquered a huge fear today. Best freeing feeling ever!  The first of the Holy bat balls for the day.
The next few holy bat balls were either of the “Oh for the love of Pete, please tell me she didn’t just go there” or the “I am Momma, and I know” moments. On the just go there note, well let’s just say it would be wordy, witchy, and please tell me your momma taught you better and so we will leave that for another bloggityblog blog. “I am Momma, and I know” happen daily so nothing new there. The big thing is not to let fear consume you… consume it and tell it to kiss your (fill in your own blank here).
What’s next you ask… the weekend crazy J so go out, enjoy it and BE FREE! J Blessed be!

I've got nothing...

I don’t want you to read the title and think “oh here we go. Another sob story about how life sucks and yada yada yada.” Actually this is more about a saying I tend to use when I don’t know what else to say. Rather than tell someone “things will get better” all the stinking time, try the truth like “damn that sucks. Wish I could say something that would make it better, but I’ve got nothing.”
Everyone has something they say or do that they are known for saying. A friend of mine used to say the phrase “I’ve got nothing” was mine. I then started to try to help too much and forgot how to listen. I had too much. As of late I have started to look back at things and wonder what the hell went wrong. I had too much. I believe it was better when I had nothing because it wasn’t true. I had an ear to listen, shoulder to cry on, and a heart that loved. What I didn’t have was a solution which in all honesty is not what most are asking for.
It has been a day where everything and yet nothing makes any sense and therefore I have nothing.
Tomorrow is a new day and new things…. I will have something then and with the day that is planned it should be an exciting day and blog indeed. Sweet dreams and blessed be.

And then nothing goes according to “The List" *plan*

Just when I thought I had everything figured out and planned to execute to perfection… life happens.  
I had the day off from the work place (or play time for me) and had all these ideas of what I thought I wanted to get done and what I was going to write about today. So it be the day goes on and the list of items/chores/whatnot just sits there awaiting my attention. I keep ignoring it and then the topic that I was going to write about suddenly made no sense which is quite normal or usual for me. I looked at my list and the clock (9am) and thought after the news. 10am came and I was enjoying the conversation with my hubby and didn’t do the list. 11am and I finally made the muffins which was an optional thing on the list. Noon was the shower that was to be at 6:30 and by 1 I finally started the laundry. Looked at the topic for today and still it made no sense to me to which I then scratched it off the list. 3pm and the kids come home and I sit there watching them play and read together and they proceed to go out and play in the beautiful weather we are having. The list is now looking at me.
 I know I should have not got sucked into another LMC movie but they are like crack for bored people. They start and get you going “what? No, girl. Don’t trust him. Seriously!” and then next thing you know you are watching it in complete disbelief as you watch the woman’s best friend betray her and go with her man while setting woman up to be blamed for the murder of the mail man because he knew too much OR it’s the love story that one is ill and needs help and the kids set the parents up after one loses his/her spouse and find true love. Any way you look at it, you just spent 2 hours of the day watching a cut up movie and get the urge to buy useless products due to the 8 million commercials that were on during said movie. Congratulations, your house now smells amazing because of all the new scents they told us we needed to have and the fire marshal called and begged that we not burn them all at once for fear of having to come save us.
“The list” is now starting to stare and mock me by this point for it is now after 5pm. Dinner suddenly becomes bold print. When the hell did I do that?! Oh crap! What are we having for dinner? The “Book It” stares at me saying “I’m free!” and I keep thinking that with all the sickness going around I need to cook at home and not let us eat out because I know I WASH MY HANDS. Still it sings to me and “The List” stares and mocks me. I can no longer ignore “The List” and must actually finish it for the day. The good news is dinner will be ready in about 45 minutes, dishes are done, and I have wrote something today before the dreaded 10pm deadline. The bad news is… there will be a new “List” tomorrow. J May you all be blessed….