Business in the front...

Party in the back.
NEVER a good idea.
WHY dear Lord do people think it's OK to hurt my eyes like this???
Every.single. solitary time I see someone with this offensive hair-don't I throw up a little in my mouth...I kid you not.
I saw one today and it took all I had not to reach out and yank that nastiness hanging in the back. I imagined then that my super hero strengths (if I had them) would lift this guy out of his unlaced work boots and send him flying into the next town.
Geesh...so gross.
So 2000 and never:)
But.
I digress.
I've been avoiding coming here because I'm OVERWHELMED!
I have so much to do.
So much I want to do.
Orders to fill.
Work.
Keep the girls entertained.
Get ready for our ten day trip to Colorado.
Plus,
It's been raining so much that my whole house smells like the 'old people' (and when I say 'the old people' I mean the previous owners of this house...and that just makes my skin crawl.)
I've been craving chocolate like you wouldn't believe and I DON'T have any!!!
HUH? Me? No chocolate?? Yep.
I will definitely be making some homemade chocolate pudding in the a.m.
I need to go to bed...just started a new book and can't wait to really dive in. I'm reading We Need To Talk About Kevin by Lionel Shriver...any of you read it?

Daily Gratitudes
1. sunshine
2. finished one out of four orders this afternoon
3. artstream
4. laughter
5. hope

Three...

I can't believe Stella will be three in four days! She will, she really will! Time sure has flown...OK, ready for another one








NOT!

The 'gooky' fairy (aka the pacifier fairy) will be visiting our house Sunday night...oh please pray for me!!! I've got three MAJOR events to deal with concerning Stella and that is just one. I hope the old saying is true, 'it'll hurt me more than it'll hurt you'. It'll break my heart knowing how much she loves that darn thing! I don't really mind her having it but there are others who make their opinions known ;)

I figure once that's gone maybe she'll want to potty train. She wants NOTHING to do with it now and I'm starting to get worried! She's set to go to school two days a week (for two and a half hours) in September and she HAS to be potty trained...yikes!

Lastly, I HAVE to get her out of our bed!!! I don't know what to do, I don't know how to do it! If anyone has any ideas PLEASE help!! I don't want to hear 'I told you so' or 'You should have never let her sleep with you in the first place'...ANYTHING along those lines will be met with deaf ears. Comments like that aren't really useful, you know? I'm looking for helpful advice...OK?

Alright, I'm off to get ready for work! Anyone local want to come visit me??? I'll make you a really, REALLY good cocktail!!!

XO

PB&J...

It happened.

After mothering children for a little over eight years, it happened.

Lost in my own little world of tra-la-las...

Tallying what had to get sewn, wondering how long had that laundry in the washing machine been there, did the fire need another log, can I skip a day of vacuuming without living in squalor, how am I going to make dinner when nothing sounds good.

It happened.

I cut the da_n crust off a peanut butter and jelly sandwich!

I plated the darn thing putting the crusts on the side as if an accompaniment to go along with. Clearly not in my right mind...Now realizing my mistake and what kind of world this was going to lead me in...I hesitated. Considering even as to whether or not I should toss the tasty thing to the birds...but then I thought about the hungry and couldn't do it.

I then said a silent little prayer that maybe, just maybe little Miss S. wouldn't notice the rough part of her sandwich missing in it's usual place. I was hoping she'd take her usual one bite and be done. That I'd have to give her a 'zipper' bag to carry around with her all day until unrecognizable. But that's not how this little story is going to go.

Oh no.

She ate that thing up like it was made of fine chocolate.

God help me...I don't want to be a crust less Mom!