Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Where I Say Oops

I had this originally titled this, What I Did Over The Weekend and then I was all no, seriously I'm asking because it flew by fast and it just sort of seems like a blur.

However, I never really did get around to actually, you know, posting it so now this will just be one long post where your eyes will roll back in your head, and you will yell at the screen, dear God woman, what is up with you and all the words coming out of your mouth?

At least that's what my husband usually says to me.

I tell him it's probably paybacks for something he did and that always shuts him up. He really needs to quit doing that because this only gets my curiosity and then I tend to stalk him to get him to confess. Either that or I guess stupid things like he was a cat-bugler in Paris when he was 6.

He hasn't confess but he has tossed a pillow at my head a few times. I'm waiting for him to come up with something along the lines that the word marriage is some ancient definition of torturing the person who promised not to leave your side and loving every minute of it.

But if you manage to make it through the post I have have 2 jokes at the end, so your patients will be rewarded. Or you'll scroll down to the bottom and cheat. You so would too, wouldn't you?

Thanksgiving - no extended family, lots of food, stretchy pants, and complete bliss. What's not to be thankful? Although the bird did get done faster than what we were expecting but that just meant we ate sooner. Again, what's not to be thankful about that?


The next day I really couldn't tell you because I read a book the whole day and the guys were either playing video games, building Lego ships, or killing each other. I'm not sure which and all 3 may have happened. Well, except the killing part because that would have involved noise. They have learned if they reach a certain level, I will just show up with my angry eyes and murderlate all of them.

Yes, I made up that word up.

I am, of course, kidding because if I'm going to do hard core prison time it will be for something way over the top. Then again I could just wipe them all out so no one is left suffering.

I am so giving like that.

Saturday I had enough of these people and ran away for the day with Kerri. We laughed, we didn't cry, but I'm pretty sure we laughed at people. At least this time no one threw a fork at her so I think it still ranks up there with fun. Maybe not wild and crazy that someone has to throw a fork at us to simmer down, but fun none the less.

I came home and the first thing I was asked as I walked through the door was, "is it time to decorate the tree?!" Which is a shame because it was at that very moment all ambition and energy decided they didn't want to come in just yet and ran out of the house screaming, "I have her keys, so gun it."

I'm still not sure how they managed to even get the keys but I guess that's a mute point.

So up went the tree and Jared and I decorated it. Well, he helped then decided he was done so he left and I ended up finishing it. All while Hubby did the rest of the place. J came back down and oohed and aahed over everything and then wanted to know how come the tree had more decorations on it.

Seriously? I'm still not sure how he got the Jethro gene, but when I isolate that bad boy in Hubby's gene pool, I will wipe it out so as not to taint the next generation.

All of this holiday cheer brought up the subject of cookies. You remember what happened last year so I found myself rather curious as to how this is going to play out. All I know is Hubby dear said he would help with the cookies and would do a better job at cleaning up. I have witnesses so he is so toast if he tries to weasel out of it.

And because you've made it this far, or were looking where to stop scrolling, I have 2, count them 2 bird jokes to pass along.

A man named John received a parrot as a gift. The parrot had a bad attitude and an even worse vocabulary. Every word out of the bird's mouth was rude, obnoxious and laced with profanity. John tried and tried to change the bird's attitude by consistently saying only polite words, playing soft music and anything else he could think of to 'clean up' the bird's vocabulary.

Finally, John was fed up and he yelled at the parrot. The parrot yelled back. John shook the parrot and the parrot got angrier and even more rude. John, in desperation, grabbed the bird and put him in the freezer. For a few minutes the parrot squawked and kicked and screamed. Then suddenly there was total quiet. Not a peep was heard for over a minute.

Fearing that he'd hurt the parrot, John quickly opened the door to the freezer. The parrot calmly stepped out onto John's outstretched arms and said:

"I believe I may have offended you with my rude language and actions. I'm sincerely remorseful for my inappropriate transgressions and I fully intend to do everything I can to correct my rude and unforgivable behavior."

John was stunned at the change in the bird's attitude.

As he was about to ask the parrot what had made such a dramatic change in his behavior, the bird spoke-up, very softly:

"May I ask what the turkey did?"


There are two statues in a park; One of a nude man and one of a nude woman.

They had been facing each other across a pathway for a hundred years, when one day an angel comes down from the sky and, with a single gesture, brings the two to life!!

The angel tells them, 'As a reward for being so patient through a hundred blazing summers and dismal winters, you have been given life for thirty minutes to do what you've wished to do the most.'

He looks at her, she looks at him, and they go running behind the shrubbery. The angel waits patiently as the bushes rustle and giggling ensues.

After fifteen minutes, the two return, out of breath and laughing. The angel tells them, 'Um, you have fifteen minutes left, would you care to do it again?'

He asks her 'Shall we?'

She eagerly replies, 'Oh, yes, let's! But let's change positions....This time, I'll hold the pigeon down and you sh*t on its head.'

And just what were YOU thinking???

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Drama, Drama, Drama

I've heard the phrase save the drama for your mama. I wish. Maybe drama is really just a nice word for crap.

The Xbox 360 drama is more than enough to make me want to get a bat and go all crazy....um, er - crazier.

The whole Halo saga has been much talked about or at least I think because I'll admit it, I zoned out more than a hundred times. There is only so much I can take people. And these guys have yet to realize a girl's brain is waaay different than a guy's brain. No amount of rants, tantrums, or emotional mood swings will get me to join forces with their stupid.

Now that the guys have the beloved expensive moody machine - wait, I think Hubby said that was the definition of me. Um, awkward. Anyhoo the stupid anniversary Halo game wouldn't load no matter what we tried. My phone, because it's the smartest thing in the house, came up with a few suggestions and still no luck. Hubby came up with the brilliant idea of just ordering the old game so the guys could at least know the story line.

As if I care.

They all deemed him very smart and while angst was still here, it did appease all. Dude even contacted someone that fixes XBox and that was starting to look like a possibility but that would mean at least a week without the thing. So the angst level went right back up.

Monday the game arrived, which surprised all of us and they were flying through a few levels. I made the suggestion to try re-loading the anniversary one to see if it would work now and it did! I guess I just racked up more points on the awesome mom scale.

So I haven't seen my spawn for a few hours now and I'm fine with that. School work has been done in record time. Which is good because I've needed some peace and quiet to have a nice little meltdown. Very hard to keep a straight face in front of your kids when all I can do is panic.

Found out our house is going up for a sheriff's sale Dec. 15th. We'll then have 6 months to redeem the house or get out. Yessiry, Bob. Nothing like having no clue on what the next step is supposed to be and trying to remain calm.

So far I have fooled the masses.

And by masses I mean I speak to no one, so no one has a clue.

Oddly enough, after a good 15 minute cry, I felt at peace and really know that things are going to work out in the end. Am I happy about this? Hells no! And if you think I am, you must be new or slightly medicated. I hate that we're having to go through this. I really hate that here we go again through ANOTHER crappy situation. During my cry fest I asked God why would He want us to be crap experts because I'm pretty sure I've seen just about every texture of crap out there.

I just barfed a little in my mouth - moving on.

However, there are some silver linings to all this um, well...crap. This house is over 150 years old. Girlfriend has some serious sagging issues and her exterior, all brick, is having some cracking issues and issues upon issues. It's going to take booku bucks and bucks, especially in the booko range, is not something we have.

(Also I have no clue how to spell booku. I think it's supposed to be something like beaucoup.)

Spell check hates me, btw.

So just sitting here with one crappy situation after another has basically forced me to chill out and let go of some things. I can't change any of it or goodness knows I would have done something about it. Like beat the crap out of it with a wooden mallet.

I got a few emails calling me Pollyanna from my last post. Pah-lease! Nothing in my situation has changed. It has been an extremely hard 3-4 years and that was coming off of the hard years of all the drama with my folks fighting the law and the law not only winning, but stomping all over everything. Like Christmas.

After reading a few books on gratitude, and getting pinned to the spiritual mat, I've made the choice to look for something to be grateful about. And you can just bet your sweet biscuits that first week I was every bit as snarky and sarcastic of gee thanks God for this ginormous pile of crap You've bestowed upon me.

Testing the patients of God and still alive to talk about it.

However, He got the ultimate paybacks when He used my own kids against me. Clearly I am up against a master. The guys had sour attitudes galore! I was re-thinking about selling them for a pack of gum when my lesson for the day was when I felt God say, "huh, they sound just like you."

Cwap, cwap, and extra cwap.

(I already had my fill of crap. Cwap is more of a Ruh-roh, Raggie - I'm busted.)

After that unpleasantness, I started to see what I could really be thankful about and the more I focused on that, a lot of the bad stuff faded out of focus. I think that's when things started shifting for me. There are days when my knees are knocking and I don't know if I can even catch my breath but when I look at God and Him not giving up on me - there is just something to it.

Again, nothing has changed but I am at peace. And having faced all this crap for a loooong time with no peace, I would rather face it with peace.

We've all heard that you need the yucky stuff to make a cake and blah, blah. Okay, I get it but I really hope all this crap and drama would go away soon. Because there is only so much chocolate.

And now I want cake. Crap!

Monday, November 21, 2011

Why Shucks

The lovely Maggie gave me a lovely bloggy award.

It has been a long time since I've had a blog award and honestly most of my bloggy buddies have stopped blogging. The award is for blogs with under 200 followers. So if you qualify and are a regular peep go ahead and grab it.

It's weird because I had to stop and think how long I've been blogging and when I look at the date I'm thinking dang! Has it really been that long? I've come a long way, I've still got a ways to go, but just chugging along on my crazy train called life.

I've tried to sit down and blog what all has been going on with me and there is just too much to cover. I feel like I'm at a totally different place which is weird because NOTHING is different with our circumstances. Life still sucks to some degree but I'm not in that dark place and I have no idea what I did different to get out of it. But I am ever so grateful. Grateful to feel hope again even though there really isn't any sign of it around. Grateful that I'm feeling joy again even though I can't really say why I do.

So many people have been saying things they are thankful for during this month. I've noticed a lot of people can be thankful for the sunshine but try being thankful in the midst of the storm when the wind is howling and things are just pelted at you left and right. I'm thankful for the storm as it has been in my darkest hour that I've grown the most, that I've discovered I can survive on my own without people holding my hand, and I'm a lot stronger and more capable than I ever give myself credit for. I also appreciate when the sun does shine so much more because guarantee the dark clouds aren't that far off to blow through again, but I can take in the moment and sigh with appreciation. For a long time I couldn't do that.

I guess I'm thankful for this crazy train that still is a rolling and I'm thankful for my InterPeeps that tune in over and over.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Taking A Moment To Say....

I think I have discovered some top secret insider information. Go shopping at the Wal-Marts opening day of hunting season because it was dead, dead, d-e-a-d. No screaming children, hardly anyone was even in the store and they were pulling out stuff for the holiday madness. It was thee most pleasant and uneventful stuffmart trip we've ever had. And...the prices were back to somewhat normal.

We are still baffled that we got all the stuff for Thanksgiving and this time around was cheaper than the last few months. So strange! And while I would like to go off about some mad conspiracy, I won't and will just say I was happy for the break.

Speaking of happy, I have been having some jean issues. None of them were fitting and I have 2 pair I can just yank and they'll fall off. Those seem to be Hubs' favorite jeans. Hilarious that one. Thanks to the wonder of having twins, my skin is beyond shot. While yes, I am stuffed with too much fluff (working on it) the baggy skin sure doesn't help. So imagine my surprise when I tried on a smaller size jean and it fit! I even sat down in them and didn't turn purple.

Truly a miracle! Because I've had jeans in the past where they fit great so long as I didn't sit down. I'm sure none of you have ever experienced that before.


Although all this effort is in danger of being sabotaged as I keep finding awesome yummy looking recipes off of Pinterest. Holy smokes! Let's just say the holidays are going to be pretty yum-tastic and I think I'm going to get to practice some self-control.

There was the last of something I baked and Hubby found me chanting, "I am developing fruit and I have the fruit of self-control." After I swiped the last piece anyway he asked what happened and I said it is winter therefore not fruit season.

Actually, I'm kidding. I tossed it at him and told him to eat it. He's now complaining that he's gaining weight because of these tactics. Cry me a river Mr. Been Skinny My Whole Life and Eats Like A Pig.

I guess I don't have the fruit of sympathy. I'm sure if we polled my boys they would all say, "ya think?"

I'm not sure when or even how but I have managed to beat the casserole blues. And since I'm finding recipes like crazy, I think this is good timing. I'm baking all this awesome stuff but with all these guys I'm lucky to get even 2 bites of anything so this is working for me. They keep singing my praises on how awesome everything is.

Suddenly this is explaining the ridiculous grocery trips we've been having.

But I can have a taste of something without having to finish something off as these guys will pounce on it. Although as I'm battling to cut back on sugar, I've found that some stuff is too sweet so I can only handle a few bites anyway. Freaky.

Unless we're talking about Steak n Shakes white chocolate holiday shakes because all bets are off on those puppies!

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Who Knew Right?

That time goes faster than you can imagine and suddenly it's been days since you thought of anything to blog about...or even blogging period.



So you are left with these sad little blog posts that pretty much says nothing. Oddly enough, I think all my posts sound like that so really is this any different from all the other drivel? Anyone?

In-laws didn't stay for very long. Turns out they were really broke and think they can only stay unless we do shopping out the wazoo. While I know my wazoo could use some retail therapy, it's not a requirement. But short and sweet so there is nothing wrong with that.

I will go off on a mild rant. I've noticed that all the local stores have jacked up their prices - by a lot! I went into Fashion Bug to try and snag a pair of jeans only to discover the same brand jeans went from about $20 to $39.99. Come again?? Even the clearance stuff was just the regular price but marked down from the crazy ticket price.

Me thinketh not.

Made my way over to the stuffmart only to noticed the last couple months our grocery bill has been a lot higher. We started price checking stuff and every item in the store is up. Not happy, Bob. As if things haven't been tight enough, now I'm going to get strangled by the local store that already gets a lot of my money as it is?

Of course you know, this means war.

I'm not sure how I will wage this war but I feel it is there none the less.

So with that off my chest, I will try to come up with something soon. I got all caught up on laundry which is nothing short of a miracle. Got to go see a good friend that I don't get to a whole lot and lurved every second of it. Wish I could pause those moment to just savor it a little bit longer but reminds me why it's so precious to begin with. Cuz time is short.

Friday, November 11, 2011

I Crawled Out Of The Laundry Pile To Say....

Dang it is stinking in there!

I have been on speed high (no I didn't take speed nor am I high) to get stuff done. My in-laws will be pulling in this evening and I had my folks here the other night getting some of their stuff. I'm still sort of riding the wave of the whole Joyce and boys birthday and running around like a chicken to get caught up on everything just in time for company.

Oh could we please??

Should be interesting as in hand me my wooden mallet. I'm still playing rock, paper, scissors with myself to see who's gonna get a ker-pow to the head.

Hopefully I'll be back into the blog for both my readers who thought I have fallen off the face of the earth. That is both a no but at the same time yes spelled Pinterest. Dude! Finding recipes that have turned out epic and awesome all rolled into one. Epawesome? Awesomic? Best time suck I have ever encountered! Well besides blogging....and...um, facebook......and....maybe Twitter. But this is way cooler.

Off to battle another load. And to question myself how is it my boys have stormed a sewer, battled monsters, and came out alive but have the tale on their clothes and was unaware of all of this because GAG!!!

Monday, November 7, 2011

It Was Epic!!

I have tried to write this post a couple times but things are still crazy busy around here. I was going to tell ya to grab a snack and try to mush it all into one post but I feel asleep half way through and didn't want to put you through that. So I will either get it all out there or not and you'll just have to know it was awesome and so very needed.

But I do have a funny as only this crap can happen to me.

I made it to Ft. Wayne, IN and by that time I had to pee. I'm talking get out of my way because I will hurt you if you try to block me kind of pee. I know, TMI but there is a reason for sharing this. I get off the highway and things are sort of looking familiar. It's as I pulled into Meijer's that it dawned on me that my folks' apartment is on this same road. Since I was operating with a bladder that was not going to be denied, I threw caution to the wind and pulled over immediately.

(We'll leave off I drove right past a rest stop on the highway and didn't even pay attention.)

As I was walking towards the door I just thought the words 'what are the odds I'll run into someone I actually know?' when right at that exact moment I saw my dad.


He was about 5 seconds from seeing me so I called out dad? and dude about dropped the water he was carrying. He was all what are you doing here? Talk about busted. I had emailed them the night before but sort of left off that I was going to be in the area because I knew he and my mom would want to tag along and my cousin and I kept it quiet specifically for that very reason. That and if her mom would have found out and she would have insisted on coming too.

Oh could we? NOT.

Part of the reason my cousin and I get along so well is we have mother issues. And both of our mom's would have just messed up the whole weekend.

So I fessed up to my dad and he said - quoting here, "I saw that you posted that."

Come again??

He quickly changed the subject but I have to say all the pieces fell into a loud click. I think their friend that found my blog, and still occasionally reads my blog, told them about it. Suddenly the whole e-mail of I'm disrespecting my mom makes sense. He must still be reading the new stuff. Wait until he backs up a few years. That ought to be exciting.

I will say it ticks me off because now I will always wonder of who's reading this. Granted that is the risk you run but it just grates on me that it's one more thing for them to try and ruin. But I will say if he is reading this, it proves my point of the title Howard the coward because pretty chicken to read this and say nothing to my face about it. But then this shouldn't surprise me because heaven forbid we actually talk about anything of importance.

So much for therapy and making progress as now I have THE PROBLEM staring at it. I'm now asking Hubby to apply for a job in California.

After relieving myself, I took dad back to his apartment and he asked me to come in and surprise my mom. She was back on the computer so he started singing, "good morning to you, good morning to you" and I hopped around the corner and sang, "good morning dear sunshine."

Oh irony, I will find you and kill you - slowly.

Mom was all this is a wonderful surprise and went on and on. Thy name is guilt. And true to form, my dad was all we were thinking of coming to the same conference so give me your cell number so we can find you and then we can grab dinner together.

Well played, devil.

They now have my cell number. Made a note to myself to google info on moving to a different country.

It did crack me up that they grabbed their digital camera and was flipping through all their pictures to show me what they've been doing for the last few months. Surely I have the face that portrays the look of 'I don't care' on it.

I guess I was wrong.

They then started arguing over some cousin or something whom I've never met, nor care to meet and blah, blah I zoned out. I think I was having an out of body experience. I had to get going because I was now late meeting up with my cousin. And then I got lost.

I'm pretty sure I've mentioned I have no sense of direction. I'm talking can't find my way out of a wet paper bag type of dysfunction. And what luck, it was working nicely. I called my cousin and she came and found me and after we squealed with delight for a few minutes, we drove back to the airport. I parked my van there to make sure it was safe. At this point, I was paranoid my folks were following me and would have planted listening devices all over it.

If you knew my mother you would totally understand that last sentence. Remember just because you're paranoid, doesn't mean they aren't out to get you.

I told my cousin the bullet that was just lobbed at me. And then she had to spend an hour telling me it was just the devil and they really weren't going to come. She turned out to be right but still can.not.believe that I tend to have crappy luck. It was shortly after that we were almost plowed into by a semi-truck. Lovely.

As a side note, I am not a fan of Cleveland, Ohio. Just thought I would toss that out. If you are from there I am so sorry for your luck. We got on a bus to try and find the stadium where the Joyce Meyer Conference was being held and my life flashed before my eyes no less than 20 times. I am still convinced the bus-driver was aiming for pedestrians and parked cars.

By this time, my cousin and I were just a ball of nerves that was beyond frayed. It was evening and we had yet to eat anything. Since running into my dad we were running a little late. And what is the deal that there was no fast food around the hotels?? We pretty much starved the whole weekend but gosh we had Starbucks.

And it wasn't a full service Starbucks with food. Oh goodness no, we can't have that. No, it was a side bar that only made.....wait for it....coffee.

Crickets chirping

I'm thinking this was a mad conspiracy because yikes. But the bonus is I lost weight over the weekend.

BUT...the conference was awesome. The worship was amazing. The messages were a combination of OW, I needed that, and right on the money, with a side of ker-power. She was teaching on the Fruit of the Spirit. In one of the sessions she said that she felt led to pray over people as they have been falsely accused, talked about, deeply betrayed, and have people who were close to them toss them under the bus.

Dude! It's like she knew.

Her prayer was so spot on with everything I've gone through the last few years, I was moved to tears. And I hate to cry in front of people. I've had it used against me too many times.

It was just a really good time. Really needed it. And it's really exhausting to hang out with a 24 year old who's legs are a lot longer than mine. My calf muscles were screaming by the last day.

When we finally got back to Ft. Wayne I was so tired I was about to fall over. I called my folks as they were waiting on me to call them when I got back. Proceeded to get lost - again. Managed to find their place and then was there for the next 5 hours. I kid you not. They fed me and were all being normal. It was weird. When it's just me, it's like they're my parents but if Hubs and the boys are around they act all pissed off.

Talk about your mind bender, your brain scrambler, the yoke cooker. But for whatever reason it woke me up and then I made the trek home. So in a weird sort of way, it was good I stopped because I can say from experience that it's not good to be that tired and head off to drive a couple hours.

The next day was the twins' birthday. 16. I am still in denial, thankyouverymuch.

We took them to Cracker Barrel because I was still exhausted and I didn't feel like making lasagna and a make a birthday cake. So we made sure to stuff ourselves and then just did the cake in the evening. It worked out well.

While I was gone the guys went camping and I sort of blackmailed Jared that if he didn't complain I would take him to see Puss N Boots. That and I had a feeling he was going to bug his brothers because dude is all about the video games. Paid the piper and took him Monday but he came back and gasp bugged his brothers for a turn.

I knew this was going to go down like this and tried to prepare him and all involved, so I feel that I went above and beyond the call of duty only to be shot down and burn into a pile of ashes.

After I banged my head into the wall several times, I made lasagna and Jared something different. I think I would have snapped if he would have complained about dinner again. Once all that was done and the air was all cleared, Hubby informed me that work is slowing down as in not sure if he's working the rest of the week.

Reality can go away any second now.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Road Trip!!

Who knew there were 2 6:30s? What's the deal with that??

All packed and almost ready to head out the door to go meet up with my cousin and then off to Cleveland, Ohio for a Joyce Meyer conference. Woo hoo!! I'm sure the guys will all miss me, especially come dinner time but I am willing to make these types of sacrifices. Nothing like getting your butt smacked and slipper slapped upside the head live and in person.

Should be epic.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Oh The Excitement!

Things are at an all time crazy around here. Which is quite the accomplishment when you consider it's usually deader than a dried snail.

Now there's a mental imagine for ya.

We did our Halloween tradition which is to get out of dodge because we like to keep our candy and go to Steak n Shake as the holiday shakes are now upon us. And there was rejoicing in the land. Say with me....."white.....chocolate.....shake"

After we inhaled that goodness, we headed over to the Game Stop where we got the last of the stuff the guys needed and they picked out their games. My pocket book is still crying. No one ever informed me that those bouncing babies get more expensive the older they get. Where is the fairness of that I ask you???

While they were doing that I went to Target. Because there is only so much I can handle and I feel the need to stick it to Hubs every chance that I can get. He's learned not to complain too much because I tend to top him with all the crap I go through all day, every day 24/7 365 days a year.

Not that I'm counting. Because at this stage, it really is pointless.

So there I was - in a store - all alooone.

You can almost hear the heavenly choir playing, can't you? At least I would have if they weren't playing some crappy music over the sound system.

One thing I have learned is that all stores are pretty much dead on Halloween evening. Works for me! This means there was no bumper carts or anything to be concerned with. Since I was minus guys, I was looking at clothes. And I have discovered that I've lost just enough weight that most of my stuff is baggy but I haven't lost enough weight to go into the next size down. I'm pretty sure that equals the fashion gods are a bunch of jerks and might be out to get me.

(I am still bitter about the whole pegged legged look. If you had any hips than it just made them look that much wider. And what luck!! I have ridiculously small feet, especially for my height. I looked like an upside down triangle. Here's a hint - it wasn't flattering.)

I really need a coat for this upcoming trip. I found 3 I was in lurv with but it fit everywhere except.....wait for it.....the arms. ???? Really??? Really? All 3 were too tight in the arms. That isn't the biggest part on me and that is what was taking down my dreams of coat goodness?!?

Curse you Aquascum!

The guys found me in a heap on the floor cursing the fashion gods and aquascum. We checked out a couple other stores and no luck but I did give up on the cursing. I'm not sure what to do now. We get to go grocery shopping and then Wednesday I need to do laundry and get packed so I can hit the road early Thursday. I'm thinking I don't have enough time.

This may be a good thing because the guys are taking turns looking at each other and just going aahhhh!!! After the 5th time this happened in under 3 minutes I had to ask, "excited much?" That would be a duh. I have a feeling not much school work is going to happen over the next week. Never before I have been so happy to be leaving my band of crazy people. Gonna be a stretch to do the whole, um yeah, I'll miss you...too.

But I know fun will be had by all on all fronts and that is something to be happy about.

We did get a tsk, tsk from FIL for not getting the boys their driver's license. I shot back if they want to help pay for all the extra cost we can change that and my, oh my, how the subject was changed. Reality - it's what we serve around here. I'm pretty sure I scare the crap out of my FIL.

I feel warm and fuzzy just thinking about it. That is until I need a coat because I might end up freezing. But I will be having fun - once I thaw out.