Where's Reggie

Meet Reginald Zelf the Christmas Elf. Reggie for short.
He has been very busy this Christmas season!

The most wonderful time of year....Maybe, sorta, not always

I set myself up. I really really did. I let my optimism get the better of me, or maybe it was wishful thinking. Or just total willful blindness.

I thought "Oh, this is great. Christmas. My mom hated Christmas, I can do this holiday, no problem! She was never here for the decorating or the movie watching or the baking or anything. Christmas eve and morning will be hard, but the rest of it? Piece. Of. Cake."

I know, I know. I can hear you shaking your heads from here. I own waterfront property on the river "Denial"!

So, I go bounding upstairs to the Christmas attic. (does it tell you anything, the fact that I have an attic dedicated to Christmas?) I pull out the first bin and in it, right on top, is this...

My mom made it when my brother and I were little. She couldn't get rid of it when she got rid of her other Christmas decorations after my brother died, but she couldn't keep it either, so it came to live with me years ago.
It has hung in pride of place over all my Christmases ever since.

The next things were these...

Mom gave me one and Mojo the other the year we moved into this house, one for each twin to inherit one day.
Then when I was digging around looking for my red and white ball ornaments (which I still haven't found) I ran into the nativity scene.

My dad made the manger from an apple crate the first year they were married and my mom had the Fontanini Mary, Joseph, and Baby Jesus. Only she got rid of all the figures and only kept the manger. I found it in the attic and adopted it and it has been mine ever since. Only all the figures have been replaced by my mom, who gives us a new piece every year. All Fontanini. It now takes up the whole top of the buffet in the den. It is turning in to a small town, with a bakery and palm trees and lots of animals. Only I am not sure it I can stand to put it out this year. The Nativity was the only thing she put out each year. She bought several to replace the family one because she just couldn't put it out any more after my brother died. We used to play with the figures and animals and spend hours with it. I understand why she put it aside. I am blown away realizing what she did for me in letting me start it up again. In giving me pieces for it each year. She wanted her grandgirls to have memories or it and take pieces of it to start their own collections in time.

I really, really want to put it out this year, I just don't know if I can.

I am also now terrified of the land mine that was once the Christmas attic. I had no idea how much my mom is interwoven in my Christmases. I have no idea how I am going to keep diving in and getting sucker punched. But I have kids who I love more than life itself.  They deserve to have the very best Christmas I can give them. So into the breach I go.

Wish me luck.

Peppermint Popcorn - or Pinterest Tuesday

Okay, so like so many of us I have gotten addicted to Pinterest. I finally got tired of just pinning things several months ago and started to actually try some of the things I have pinned.

I also have been having trouble finding inspiration and motivation to post on here (as you can tell) so this evening as I was making the peppermint popcorn that I found through Pinterest I decided to make it a feature.

This particular pin came from Skip to my Lou , and may I say that I have fallen in love with this blog and have become a follower. So many many wonderful ideas!

So I am not going to give a step by step, 'cause she does that wonderfully well. I'm just gonna say that this stuff is YUMMY, and then go stuff my face!

Becoming better, not bitter

I have been doing a lot of thinking about the people in my life lately. I have so many many people who love me and support me and who are there for me though thick and thin. Even with their own busy lives and hard times they are always there to lend a hand or a shoulder or cheer me on.
So why am I so focused on the ones who have let me down? Why do I brood upon the people in my life who have taken far more than they have given? Why do I feel the urge to call them out? What I really want to do is to just get on with my life and honor those who are with me and just let go of the others. The ones who talk and don't listen, who never call to check on you but are always there when THEY need a sympathetic ear or shoulder. The ones who are nowhere to be found when you hit hard times. The ones who think an obligatory pat on the shoulder, short resentful phone call, or some other duty driven sign of attention is all they need to do.

I know it is because I want them to realize how very very hurtful their behavior is. I want them to know that they aren't the wonderful folks they think they are. Mostly these are the ones who showed up for my Mom's funeral or just gave me a quick call and then faded into the ether. Or even worse, the "family" I still haven't heard a word from three months after my Mothers death.
I keep seeing these "life quotes" you know the ones, "When people show you who they are believe them." and "sometimes you just need to distance yourself from people. If they care they'll notice and if they don't, you know where you stand." you know those ones. It has me thinking that rather than worry about what other people "show me" (because they think they are just marvelous), I want to worry about what I show other people. I want to be the type of person I expect other people to be, and just let go of the ones who aren't there and can't be bothered. I don't have them in my life in any meaningful way anyway so I really don't need to worry about their feelings or expectations now.  I can't change people who see their own navel as the center of the universe, I can only make sure that MY OWN navel does not become the center of mine.

Back in the groove

So I've been home for about a month and a half.  I am still struggling to get back in the groove and slide smoothly through the days. I am having trouble with motivation and remembering things. I hate forgetting meetings and lunches and when to put out the recycling.

I have days when I do lots of things and days when I do nothing.  It is hard not to compare this grieving period with the one after my brother died.  Then I was twenty and had no real responsibilities. Now I have to keep it together for my family and keep things running as smoothly as possible. I am finding it very difficult to let go and cry or feel any emotion at all. I am afraid that I will never stop. So I just keep plugging away with bursts of activity and spots of sluggishness. I guess I will even out one day.

One of the things that I have started is taking a picture of Littlest every school day. Some days we have long "photo shoots" some days only time to snap a few quick pics.

Here is my favorite so far...

Bits n Bobs

So I haven't been posting. I guess I got out of the habit over the summer. I also just flat out don't know what to write about. I really don't want to talk about the summer or my Mom or her death or the fact that I am still hurt and angry about the fact that many friends and family were and have been MIA during this whole thing or any of that. I would rather have my toenails pulled out than talk about how I [insert really whiny tone] feeeeeelllllll. So since that is really all I think about, that doesn't leave much to talk about.

I have been running around starting projects and not finishing them in an effort to keep from thinking. And listening to audio books. Lots and lots of audio books, that way I have to think about the book while I scrub the toilet and not about how much I miss my mom and how much I hate everyone else and how much this all sucks.

So in an effort to get this started again ( and honestly maybe actually learn to express some feelings now and then) here are the current unfinished projects.

I taught myself how to crochet a granny square, but I only made the one! I wanted to learn how so I could make this...

blanket for breezy. It is huge, and is going to take forever!

Made clips for the Girlies, I DID finish these! Oh, and I finished THESE too.

Learned how to make fabric rosettes for this...

frame that I am going to decorate and fill with black and whites for Littlest's room. I have been working on this for a couple of years now.

Made a Saints Nation wooden flag for my door. This one is waiting for the vanish to dry before I can hang it on the front door. It still needs something, I just don't know what yet. It will come to me.

Look close, there is a tadpole/frog on that leaf. We have been "growing" these all summer. This one still has it's tail.

And last but not least I need to attatch these beauties to hair elastics and headbands for my godchild.

Guess I better go finish some of these up.

You have a "right" to smoke

[this is much more serious than my usual posts. I feel a need to get this out there. I will try to back to my usual crafty, fun self sometime.]

And you have a right to risk your health.

But do you have the right to put your loved ones through the hell that is dying of lung cancer?

Do you have the right to ask someone you love to clean you after you soil yourself because you lost the use of your lower body because of the cancer eating your spine?

Do you have the right to make your children's last memories of you ones in which you are screaming at them in pain as they turn you in the bed to prevent pressure wounds?

Do you have the right to make them listen helplessly to you struggle for breath, turning blue and fighting for even the smallest stream of air?

Do you have the right to hurt them to the core because while they are struggling to care for you, you can't even remember who they are because your brain is eaten away with cancer?

Do you have the right to ask your loved ones to give up their lives to nurse you?

Do you have the right to heap guilt on the heads on those same loved ones because they have families of their own that they have to take care of and work of their own to do and thus are pulled in multiple directions and no matter what they do someone is getting neglected?

Do you really think you can't quit? Or do you just not want to struggle though it? Do you love cigarettes more than your family? Do you want them to fully believe that you love the cigarettes more than them?

Sure you can smoke two packs a day and die at age 99 in your sleep. Odds are, however, that someone you love is going to have to nurse you as you die of a smoking related disease.  Or pay through the nose for someone else to do it for them.

Do you really want to do that to the people who love you, to those children you say you love more than life itself, those grandchildren you say you would do anything for?

Smoking NEVER just affects you, and it goes far beyond the dangers of second hand smoke.

Just think about it.

First Day of School

Monday was the first day of school, so here are the annual pictures!

The traditional " see how tall you have gotten" in front of the door picture.

It was so humid my camera lens fogged up!!!

Our new bus stop is down the street, instead of on our own corner! This will take some getting used to! 

Still humid and fogging up the camers lens!

Happy at the new bus stop!

Birthday Girl

Today is Littlest's Fourth Birthday!

So I am celebrating with a little photo documentary of her celebration.

She wanted a LaLaLoopsie cake!

Waiting to blow out the candles.

I'm Four!!!!!

Road Runner

Posts will be spotty and few between for a while. My Mom, who some of you will remember from Confessions, has been ill. In trying to find out what was wrong with her the Doctors discovered that her lung cancer had moved into her brain.
I am burning up the roads between her town and mine so that I can take care of her and the rest of my family.  Luckily we only live about and hour and half from my parents.  They still live in the house that I grew up in so that's kind of cool.

Stress and tempers are high. I just got in a fight with  my Dad, who I never ever fight with. If fact my Mom complains that I never get mad or upset with him only her. I actually hung up on him. He was being such an ass. Of course, so was I. It only goes to show how we have to be careful with each other.

To add to the stress, two of my girls are sick. Middlest stayed home today so I couldn't go to my parents and take care of them. Dad is having to do it all on his own. I think that contributed to the tantrum we both threw argument we had.

I am going to have to suck it up and put on my big girl pants and call and apologize.

Life could be better right now.

Yay! It's time to Confess!

It's that time again.

Time for Friday Confessions



I Confess...
I am so thankful to Mamarazzi and Glamazon for hosting this weekly link, it is my favorite day (sometimes the only day) to post. Thank you ladies!!!

I Confess...
I have a weird psychic link with Mojo. Earlier this week I had Swingin' on a Star stuck in my head, for no apparent reason. Come to find out Mojo put Hudson Hawk on his iPad that day at his office.  Weird and a little creepy!

I Confess...

That I moved the pineapple plantation outdoors. I was cool with it until little gnatty bugs started flying up out of the stupid organic soil that Mojo bought for them. Which leads me to...

I Confess...

That the whole "Organic" thing bugs the crap out of me! An apple is by its very nature organic! I get that it's better not to put all the crap in our ecosystem and bodies, but I just hate the organic police. I am feeding a family of five, price matters too! And just how good for you can processed goldfish and mac n cheese actually be?

I Confess...

That I too fudge my to do list. BUT I have an excuse. I am highly distractab.... oooooh look something shiny! WAIT, no, where was I? Oh yeah, I often get distracted from one task to do something else that I see that is simply screaming to be done. So when I do something not on the list, I write in in and cross it out in one fell swoop. Yesterday I doubled my list doing that. I do go back and finish whatever I was originally doing, because I wrote it down on the list so I wouldn't forget.

I Confess...

Because of the aforementioned distractibility I suspect that I may or may not have adult ADD. That or I just have the attention span of a gnat. or a magpie. Your pick.

I further Confess...

That I often leave my list nonchalantly laying out on the counter where Mojo might just happen to see it and see all the things I have accomplished that day.

I Confess...

I started my first Mod- Podge project yesterday. It may or may not get tossed in the trash. We'll see. We will also see if I actually finish it.

I Confess...

That I made a heroic effort and did not say "I told you so" to my parents earlier this week. I did however do the I told you so dance all over the kitchen as soon as I hung the phone up. This makes me a bad bad person because I told my Mom she was too sick to make a long road trip and that I thought it was a bad idea. She had to stop the first day and turn around and come back. So after I did the dance I felt like I was celebrating my Moms ill health and not the fact that yet again she did not listen to me and yet again I was right! See it even sounds bad!

I Confess...

That these confessions are way random and that is just how I am rolling today!

I Confess...

That I could do this all day, but I am going to plop Littlest into her stroller and take that girlie on a long walk in the cool weather before the blazing heat comes back to eat us all up!

Have a great week end!!!

Jennifer Thursday!!!

Woo Hoo!

Cuteness and frustration

2 nights ago, 2 a.m. , I wake screaming. Clutching my leg, in the worst pain imaginable. It hurts! It hurts to straighten my leg. It hurts to pull my leg up. It hurts to move my foot. Oh my gosh, I have the worst charley horse in the world. Two days later and my calf STILL hurts! What's up with that? I think I scared Mojo half to death waking him up with the screaming and thrashing. Why is my body betraying me like this?

Plus also, all of a sudden my clumsy gene has come out to play again. I tripped on Mojo's foot as he was sitting in the living room. I had the entire room to walk in, and some how I managed to trip on his foot. Which by the way was not hanging out six feet from his body, oh no, it was pulled right up to the chair. How do I do it?

So, the girly-girls are learning about bike and car safety this week at school. According to Middlest she asked the School Counselor who was teaching this lesson, why her father doesn't get in trouble with the police whenever he doesn't wear his seat belt. The Counselor asked Middlest where her father was from. Middlest replied that he was from Canada and the Counselor said that they didn't have seat belts in most cars in Canada!

I have problems with this on soooo many levels!

First, the total ignorance displayed by this woman is appalling. Why is she allowed to teach? Does she think everyone in Canada wears snowshoes and lives in an igloo too?

Second, I believe that Canada had seat belt legislation long before the US did.

Third, why did she ask where Mojo was from? What does that have to do with getting a ticket for not wearing a seat belt?  I thought that the law applied to everyone who is in a car in this state!

Ugh! 


Maybe I'm just over reacting, but this kind of thing really bugs me. Why can't she just say I don't know, or actually understand how the law works before teaching about it. Don't stand in front of kids and "teach" them with misinformation, ignorance and just plain stupidness.

So, now that I am done ranting, here's the cuteness I promised...

The confessional

It's time to cleanse my soul with Mamarazzi and Glamazon!




Come on and join in. You'll feel better, Promise!


I confess that I am older than I used to be.
I have stopped getting spam emails for unit extenders and other smut and started getting them for powered wheelchairs.

I confess that I am feeling curmudgeonly lately.

I confess that I wish someone would have told me some of the things that happen as a woman ages. Oh, I don't mean the drooping and sagging, we all know about that! I mean little things like the fact that when you start getting grey hair, you start getting it everywhere! I took ten years off Mojo's life screaming in the shower!

Also, you start getting dark hair in places it never used to be. I am a fair skinned freckle-faced red headed chick. I have never had a mustache that wasn't made of milk. All of a sudden I look like Tom Selleck! WTF!?!?!?

I confess that I don't get why so much of aging has to do with hair. Losing it, growing it, changing colors. It's weird!

I confess I am only 42! I am scared. Whoever said that aging isn't for sissies hit the nail on the head.

I further confess that to add to my senior citizeness, I am, God willing and the creek don't rise, going to take a nap today!  My oldest is all of a sudden not sleeping though the night and is waking us up with her. I haven't had a full nights sleep in a week.

This may or may not be contributing to my curmudgeonlyness.

I confess that I am going to go try to wrestle my cranky-pants off with liberal applications of chocolate and Diet Pepsi.

Jennifer Thursday!!!

Hello Pandas!!!

Have you guys seen these?

I found these in the dollar bins at T@rget! I picked them up for Easter Baskets and threw an extra in for me. Not really expecting much I cracked the box open and saw these little cuties.

How cute are they? All the little Pandas are playing sports. Can you see the one playing hockey? It is my favorite. They are so good too. I have to have more! 

It is going to be a struggle to keep the other three boxes for the girls Easter Baskets! 

They come in Chocolate and Vanilla too! I am going to go back and get some of those too.

I am still recovering from Disney. Still tackling a mountain of laundry and trying to deliver GS cookies, and volunteering at the school, and all the other mundane stuff that makes up my days. I am trying to enjoy my family more though.

I have learned something very important about myself this week. The Girly-girls had a Science project due today. They were each assigned a planet and had to make a poster about it. So before the break I had them find all the facts and pictures they would need to make the posters. This week we printed them out and put it all together. 

I had a lot of trouble letting them do things themselves. I wanted everything to be perfect. And guess what? Nine year olds don't do anything perfectly. Sigh. I had to leave the room to keep from snatching things out of their little hands and gluing them on myself. I had to leave the room to stop arguing with Middlest about how to word some of the facts. It is her poster and if she fails to make things clear then that will be a learning experience too! It is just soooooo hard! I want them to do well and make good grades and I know exactly what they should do have such good advice, why won't they do it the way I tell them to take some of it?

As it was I did all the cutting out. I had to bite my lip and let them glue the pieces together and try really hard not to care that things were wonky. 

I REALLY have to work on that. 

Shots from WDW!!!

With Donald Duck @ the Epcot Flower show!

Crystal Palace and Eeyore!

Teacups!!!!

It's Friday again! Hooray!

Time for confession...

I confess, that I left town for a week and did not tell all of you that I was going.

I confess, that Mojo and I checked the girly-girls out of school at noon last Wednesday and took them on a surprise birthday trip.  I normally nix any school skipping but they only missed a day and a half and it was for their ninth birthday!

I confess, we took them to Disney World for a week!

I confess, that they did not catch on until we pulled up to the huge Welcome to Walt Disney World sign! It was AWESOME! They were so excited even after ten hours in the car!

I confess, that we had the best time, in spite of the hoards of other people from Louisiana who ALSO went there for their week off of school for Mardi Gras.

I confess, that I did not wear even one LSU or Saints or Mardi Gras logo'd item while I was there. I apparently did not get the memo that said that you could not leave the state unless every item in your suitcase was tattooed with those logo's.

I confess, to being very irritated by all the Mardi Gras tackiness that went on on Fat Tuesday in the parks. If you love Mardi Gras that much that you can't leave it at home, then maybe you should stay there!

I confess, that I might have been a wee bit cranky due to excitement and lack of sleep.

I confess, that I was super happy to sleep in my own bed last night.

I confess, that I will tell you all about it soon. Only now I have to make groceries and tackle a mountain of laundry!

ps:  I also confess that I promise to link this correctly because I love Mamarazzi and Glamazon and don't want to cause them stress and crankiness! 

Confession is good for the soul or something...

I Confess... that last Friday I made my girls eat grapes for a snack outside while I totally ate a chocolate cupcake with no frosting on it in the kitchen. I am a bad role model.

I Confess... That there is a huge, scary The Birds sized flock of birds on my front lawn, and I am hoping that they are eating the web worms and not laying in wait for me to go get the mail. I may send Mojo out to get it. Seems I didn't quite work out all my bird fears in Venice after all.

I Confess... My computer files are so unorganized that I cannot find the picture of me in Venice with pigeons on me that I wanted to insert above.

I Confess... That I have been too busy making these little cuties to do much blogging this week.

I Confess... That I think Mojo is starting a pineapple plantation. I have no less than THREE potted pineapple tops on my kitchen counters. I think growing pineapples is cool. We did it once before and actually grew a small pineapple. But, three? Soon they can go outside and then he can grow as many as he likes! For now, I am running out of counter space!

I Confess... That I am going to be super busy with an incredibly secret project and probably won't blog too much over the next couple of weeks.

Jennifer Thursday!!!

It's that time again... Time for another Jennifer song!

One of my favorites!!! Enjoy!!!!

Reading, shmeading...

Okay, we all know that I love to read, right? I have made no secret of the fact that I read books like other people eat potato chips.  I read 161 books last year and so far this year have completed 23 books. Just check out my Shelfari bookshelf. Go ahead, it's right over there to the right. I'll wait.

Good, you're back. Okay, deep breath, I really really think the Accelerated Reading program that is in many of the schools these days is awful.  For those of you who are lucky enough to NOT know what this is, it is a program to force "encourage" kids to read.  Basically it works like this. Books are assigned a level and a point range. Then your child reads the book, signs into the web site and takes a test. The Teacher assigns "goals"; reading level, points earned, and percentage of correct quizzes taken.

At my older girls school all the kids who meet their goals are given a school-wide party. The ones who don't make it, can't go to the party. So, no pressure there. Quizzes can only be taken at the school during school hours. Time is put aside every week for the kids to read and take quizzes. Now in theory this is great. BUT imagine you have a child who is reading well above his grade level, but maybe needs help in another area, you can't use the AR time for anything else. It doesn't seem to matter that you can be promoted to the next grade level without the AR goals being met, but NOT if you fail, oh, say, science or math. NOPE, YOU MUST READ. Also what if you are some one who, GASP, doesn't enjoy reading all that much? Too bad, you are pressured and pushed by the Teachers and Administration to "make your goals" Again it really doesn't matter if you are reading three levels above your grade or three levels below. The teachers hands are tied, even if they wanted to use the time some other way they have to have the AR time.

I am a librarian, a lover of books, an addicted reader, but I think this is WRONG! I personally know too many people who HATE reading because of being forced to read in school. Reading is important, don't get me wrong. But could we possibly have some balance? What is wrong with old fashioned book reports? I am afraid that they are turning off more kids than they are helping. I don't see any kids getting any extra help with reading, just being pushed to make those goals.

If this is so all-fired important why can't they take the quizzes at home? They have to learn their spelling words at home, those aren't taught in class even though they are tested on them every week. Half the math is taught at home and not in the classroom, it comes home every night too. But not the stupid computerized reading quizzes.  So apparently I am qualified to teach my kids geometry at home but not to make sure that they don't cheat on a quiz about what happened in the latest Junie B. Jones or Percy Jackson book?

I was really excited about this program when I first heard about it, but after living with it for a year and a half I am over it. Maybe it is different with different Teachers, since they set the goals, maybe they have lower expectations for other students. My girls are in the gifted program and so maybe their bar is higher than average. But I doubt it. AND I do understand that some kids need more exposure to reading. As foreign as it is to me I know there are homes with, gasp, no books in them and no time to read them even if they had them. So programs like this are good for those kids. I do feel that kids like mine, with bookcases of books lovingly chosen to fit their interests and reading levels are being shortchanged and railroaded. One of my daughters, who previous to this program really enjoyed reading has stopped reading unless it is for AR. When asked why she told me, "It's just too much work mom. I have to make my goals, I really don't want to any more reading than that." If a book isn't included in the AR program she won't read it, and there are a lot of good books that aren't in AR.

I heard a rumor that the middle school was more relaxed about it, with no school wide parties and the bribes rewards being kept to the individual teachers. I can only hope.

Friday confessional

I confess...
                 That I totally took a header down the stairs, caught myself halfway down on the banister, which stopped the top half of me from falling but allowed the bottom half to torque around and fly toward the bottom until it was jerked to a stop by my death grip on the banister.  And All I could think as it was happening was " Man, I'm just surprised it took you eight years to fall down the stupid stairs."

I confess...
                 That I just told my three year old (who is whining for a bagel that I do not have) that I could not produce a bagel out of my butt and what else did she want to eat? Who does that? Apparently me!

I confess...

                 That I have to take the dog to the vet today. I take the dog to the vet once a year and I get lost EVERY time. Totally using my GPS this time!

I confess...

                  That the dog sleeps in the converted crib that was the twins. He loves it and it looks nice in the living room AND keeps the 145 pound dog out of my bedroom at night.

I confess...
                  That the 145 pound dog DOES jump into the spot of whoever gets up first in the morning. So so spoiled!

I further confess...
                              That much to the disgust dismay of friends and family I consider my dog one of my children. This does not mean that I take him everywhere with me. C'mon he is enormous! But I take care of him and consider his feelings just as much as the other members of my not so little family.  Just like my other kids he is spoiled spoiled spoiled! Also, just like my other children I feel free to ignore him at will! See, just one big happy family!

I confess...
                 That I am glad Valentines Day is O-V-E-R! I am sick of it! On to Mardi Gras! I am sorry for those of you who don't have this, it is too much fun! The Grand Isle Mardi Gras parade is the absolute highlight of my year! I just love it. I love that we can go to a parade or two or three or four every weekend. I love that I have no idea what to do with the metric ton of plastic beads and toys that  clutter my house every year. I love the music and the marching bands and the fun! Such fun!

I confess...
                 That I haven't eaten any king cake yet this season. That's just sautéed in wrong sauce, y'all!  I have lost ten pounds, so I guess that is a positive. But, oohhhhhh, how I want some.

I confess...
                 That I am letting Breezy the three year old wear non matching stripes and plaids, because I just can't be bothered to fight her about what she is wearing. My new mantra is "This too shall pass, this too shall pass!"

Look at how happy she is in her non-matchyness! How can you resist that grin?

Gag me with a spoon! Seriously

S: "So, Mom what did you do today?"
Me: "I had a meeting with your Teachers for your IEP and a mammogram."
S: "Ewww, we don't need to discuss THAT anymore. It kinda grossed me out on the inside, but I didn't let it on the outside."

Pause

S: "Why are you rolling on the floor laughing."

Jennifer Thursday!!!

A pokemon Jennifer song for my girly girls!

Happy Valentines Day

Really really busy today!  Just a quick look at the goodies I made for the Brownie meeting/party later today...

Now I just have to get them to the party without them getting ruined! Wish me luck!

Friday Confessional

It's that time... that time that is quickly becoming my favorite day to post! So Thanks Glamazon and Mamarazzi for letting me play along....



I Confess...                     That I am starting this confession on Tuesday.
I Confess...
                      I really really want one of these...

Spitfire MP3 Player

I Confess...
                      That I have hit the mid-year "I hate school" slump. I thought I wouldn't get that anymore once I finally exited the educational superhighway.

I Confess...
                       That I hate having to referee homework.

I Confess...
                       That my daughter bringing home more candy from her Valentines party than she got trick or treating really bugs me! What happened to simple cards. Also there are only 16 children in the class. She should NOT have this much loot! Several kids gave out "goody bag" type valentines with several different types of candy and small toys in them. What's up with that?

                
I Confess...
                    I am craving red hot candy hearts, but cannot find any in town.

I also Confess...
                    That I am so glad Tomorrow is Saturday I could burst! No lunch-boxes tonight, no homework AND I get to sleep as late as I want in the morning! Thanks to my lovely husband who gets up with the girls every Saturday morning so I can catch up on sleep! Who needs Valentines day? I have every Saturday morning!