You say inappropriate like it's a bad thing.

Inappropriate things make me laugh. I enjoy laughing. :) There is this site, actually it's a tumblr account that I frequent. It's a rockstar guy who gives advice to women (and men too) from a guy's point of view. It's hilariously inappropriate alot of the time. Hilariously. I laugh every time. Seriously, every time.

MaleMinded.tumblr.com.  If you like funny things... You will love this!!

Here's a teaser for ya:

Small children and the Parents who don't love them.

I am always disappointed when I take my children out to play at a park, indoor play land or pretty much anywhere other small children are. A lot of parents suck. Really bad. It bothers me.

Last week I took the littles to watch Xie's last football game. There were lots of other small children there. I was running around and playing with my kids whenever Xie wasn't in (he doesn't go in very often and sports aren't my thing, if I don't know someone playing I am extremely bored) so we played a lot! And naturally other kids see us having fun and want to join in, no big deal. There was this 2 (most likely closer to 3) year old that hung out with us most of the game. I often wondered why no one came looking for her. And then she got hurt. Still no one came. She had jumped off the top of some metal bleachers after I explained (in my mom voice) that it was too dangerous for her to do (the older boys were doing it) and I asked her if she wanted to come jump from lower down like Marley was doing. She told me no and jumped off. Her feet hit the ground then her nose hit her knee. Instant bloody nose. She starts screaming and crying. I panic, of course. Someone else's child got hurt on my watch, granted  no one asked me to watch her, heck I didn't even know her name... but still I felt responsible. I asked her to come over to me so I could help her. She said "No, you are a stranger and I won't talk to you." I said "Good for you honey, strangers can be dangerous, but I am just a mom, and I have some tissues in my bag, let me help fix you up and then we can go find your mom." Of course she screamed no at me and stomped off. What 2 year old wouldn't? But she stomped off to the fence toward the parking lot and sat there crying into her knees. Where was this child's mom?!! Or anyone who loved her for that matter... she had been "gone" for a long time and now she was hurt and crying. Poor girl.

Another time at a park in Richland, a small girl (who also seemed parent-less) was playing with us for about 30 minutes and as we were all walking away from these giant fish she tripped and fell on the sidewalk. She started screaming and Quinn stopped, turned around and helped her up. I was walking over to ask her where her mom or dad was when this lady on a cell phone came marching over. "What happened?" "What did you do to her?" she said as she glared at Quinn. I said, "Your daughter tripped, my son was politely helping her up." I put my hand on Quinn and told him he was a nice boy for helping his friend when she fell. I wanted to tell her if she would have been watching her child rather than talking on her phone she would have known that, but I don't like causing scenes in front of my children. I dread going to parks because very few people watch their children these days. They are all too busy on their smart phones. I go to the park to play with my children not to babysit someone else's.

Now, I have met some great moms and fun kids that we get to play with, that totally rocks! And there is always that one mom who could use some help keeping track of everyone... we love to help them out, it's fun to help.

I just wish there were meter maid type patrols in public places. Where people would be ticketed for not watching their children. I want them to pay a fine. lol.

Harsh? Maybe. :)

Happy Surprises!

Don't you just LOVE to find money in your pants pocket?! I do! Today I had a fun surprise even BETTER than a rogue $5 in my dirty pants (that I totally wear again without washing, it's how I roll!).

Today I got to go tanning with Mom and Shel (Jabali didn't work til 4 today, yay for girl time!). Shellie gave me a gift card to Illusions for my birthday and mom got me some awesome tanning lotion so it was a fun all-expenses-paid treat in the middle of the day. Icing on the cake?! I already had 10 visits on my account from 8 years ago when I loved myself enough to tan all the time. Umm... heck yeah!! :) So now I have 10 visits and 50 high pressure minutes on my account just waiting for me to use when I need a little sunny get-away during this sure to be freezing winter!

I .heart. Happy Surprises! :)

P.s. My butt is burnt and itchy.... and I am LOVING it! lol.

The Awesomest Things

From How I Met Your Mother-- funny, funny show!!

When I get sad I stop being sad and be awesome instead. True story. But how do I do it? Simple. I sing the following song to remind myself of how many awesome things there really are out there.

Girls in wet t-shirts and chimps in tuxedos,
Monster truck pile-ups and Hans who shoot Greedos.
Wild chicks that beg to be tied up with strings,
These are a few of the awesomest things!

U.S. Armed Forces and dudes kicked in gonads
Box suites for football and chicks’ absent dads.
Single malt scotches that someone else brings,
These are a few of the awesomest things!

Skateboarder wipe-outs and first person shooters,
Reruns of “Air Wolf” and hiring for Hooters.
Hot girls that gyrate and wear down bedsprings,
These are a few of the awesomest things!

When the check comes!
When the girl clings!
When she’s fully clad…

I simply remember the awesomest things,
And then I don't feel so bad!

 
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It's not called depression when your life sucks

Lately my life has been really challenging for me. Jabali is in Grad School and working a full time job. When he is not working, doing homework or at school he is sleeping. He doesn't have much time for anything else. Which means I have to do everything else. Such as: driving kids to and from Ellensburg, dealing with all the big kid drama: bad grades, suspensions from school, teacher meetings, phone calls and emails, good friends, bad friends, girlfriends, sleepovers, homework, chores, bad attitudes, allowance, sports, after school activities, disrespect, lying, pets, showers, hygiene, doctor appointments, orthodontist appointments, medication monitoring and refills, checking text messages and internet histories, signing forms, Halloween costumes, dropping of things at the school, picking up backpacks, explaining difficult problems, helping find solutions without telling them what to do.... and on and on. That is just for the older two kids. I still have two little ones that, believe it or not, are even more needy. And then Jo comes every other weekend adding to my fun but also the workload. It's funny how each child acts like my life revolves around them... but it can't, literally, there are five of them and only one of me.



Then to top it off, I still do all the laundry, cook all the meals, pack all the snacks, do the shopping, most of the cleaning and log 60 hours of work a month. Then throughout the day I am still a much needed sister, daughter and wife. Each with their very own list of responsibilities and expectations.

I can't do it all, and I hate feeling like a failure. What's worse is that I feel like I am being set up for failure. I am frustrated and overwhelmed. I pretty much hate everyone. I don't like feeling like this. I am not depressed, there is no pill that is going to allow me to do everything or have time for everyone, not even the illegal stuff. :)


Right now, not always, but right now ... my life fucking sucks.


I know it'll pass, and eventually I'll figure out how to do it all and have time for myself too. I am amazing like that, but I am also a drama queen so I get to blog and whine about it first. :)

Priceless

Babysitter: $20
Fast Food Lunch and Dinner: $60.79
Gas to/from Ranch and Home: too much, x 3
Reclaiming part of my sanity: Priceless!

Today the puppies got new homes. They will be loved and well taken care of. Most of them will probably have better families than Athena (the one we kept) lol. It was an adventure. An experience the kids loved but I am happy to close that chapter in the book of my life. Puppies are a lot of responsibility and a lot of hard work, especially for someone who thinks that fish are messy pets.

It was a long afternoon. And it felt like "pan-handling", and a couple times in the beginning people treated us like we were. "You should be ashamed of yourselves". Um, thank you sir... I am, but would you like a puppy? ... Thank goodness for my husband, he got the kennel and puppies into the Element and set everything up for me. Thank goodness for Shellie, who is like my personal super hero (she even looks better than Superman in spandex!) who helped "re-home" the puppies and took over so I could take my little kids to their babysitters house for a much needed break.  

It's over. I am done. :) No more feeding puppies 4 times a day. No more spraying poop off the patio every morning. No more wasted afternoons setting up make-shift kennels that they got out of anyway. No more stress when people complained about the puppies. No more cleaning the yard because they tore something up. No more nagging. No more worry about them getting run over. No more puppies.

It's little Jabali's puppy and Mom's dog. Neither have anything to do with me. Hooray.  :)  

Towels

I hate that we have 50 towels, and yet I can never find a clean one. Why is this? Perhaps it's a similar situation to the "missing sock" dilemma, you know... there are a thousand socks but none of them match?

I always tell the kids to use the same towel more than once. Do they? Of course not. That would require extra steps on their part like hanging it up after they use it. Or going to their room to get the towel before heading to the bathroom to shower. No, it's much easier to waste my time and energy.

I have to go room to room collect the towels, then sort them and start washing them. Not all at once of course after all there are 50 remember?!

Today I will go to the store and buy them their very own, super awesome, special towel. I will wash it with their laundry and they can be responsible for it. If I see them using a different towel, there will be a laundry tax applied to their allowance. :)

Fair? I totally think so!

Homework Woes

I have never been fond of math. I'm not bad at it but it doesn't come as naturally to me as the other subjects in school do.

Last night it took me an hour to help Xavior do 20 math problems. He hates math too. I had to go back and read the directions, study the examples, and then test my answers before I was confident in helping teach him the concept.

There is nothing like a little middle school homework assignment to make you feel inadequate about your abilities to do math! :)

My Littles

One day they won't be so little anymore.

Until then...

Party like a Rockstar!!

After being 28 for two years (due to some faulty calculations on my part, lol) I am officially 29! This is the last year of my twenties, and my birthday weekend was a great beginning to the end of my youth. (Haha. Dramatic much?!)

SATURDAY

My mom took me and (paid for) a late-lunch-party with some of my wild and crazy girls at Twigs, the newest and coolest restaurant in the Tri-Cities. Their sexiest bartender has the hots for me so I love going there (... and my husband works there too! j/k haha). My mom bought 3 Creme Brulees and Jackie bought 1. Seriously. YUM! My obsession with that perfect dessert is boardline obsessive. haha.

After lunch Jackie took me to spend my birthday money she and Nate gave me (she wanted to make sure I really spent it on myself... she totally knows how it goes, lol). So, thanks to Jackie I got my dream running shoes. Lime Green Nike Dual Fusions. They are amazing and so fun to look at... I LOVE THEM!

Shelby and Jesse babysat the kids for me, and wouldn't let me pay them! It wasn't a few hours either, it was like all day! :)  I la-la-love birthday babysitting!! 

SUNDAY

On Sunday, the kids and I got to 'craft it up' with Shel and our all-time-favorite neighbors in all the world! We made puffy paint Halloween shirts and picture frames. The we had pumpkin shaped brownies covered in frosting and sprinkles (and ice cream!) for a treat! Everyone had a blast. I can't wait until our next 'Create Playdate'. I see sugar cookies in my near future! :)

MONDAY

On Monday, my official birthday -- Shellie brought me over Redbull, Brad took me and Shel to a movie and Mom babysat my kids. We saw Real Steel, it was a great movie. I loved looking at Hugh Jackman, it had a nice positive storyline, Shel cried three times, but... my favorite part? Meeting my couponing idol Karrie from Happy Money Saver, who just happened to be sitting next to us. LOL. Talk about Birthday SURPRISES!!  I love her, love her. And I was really composed (so proud of myself). It went a little like this:

Brad (to nice couple next to us): "blah.blah. small talk.blah"

Me: Is your name Karrie?

Karrie: (surprised) Uh, yeah it is.

Me: I knew it! I follow you... and I like you on facebook... and I love you.

Brad: (laughing) What?!

Me: She's my coupon girl. Happy Money Saver.

Brad: LOL. You are such a stalker. Hey did you bring your binder, maybe she'll sign it?

Karrie and her husband: laughing at us.

Me (to myself): this is the best birthday ever!

Shel (to Brad): Great Brad. I try really hard to make sure Sarah's birthday rocks, because she's always

doing stuff for everyone else. Lunch, Tanning, Slippers, Cheesecake, Lotion, Laces for her new shoes... all you do is sit next to the right people and make her whole year! haha.

:)

.one of those days.

I don't know about you but when if I am having a difficult time and someone comes up to me and says "Oh, it's going to be one of those days huh?" it kinda puts me in a sour mood.

Actually to be honest it downright pisses me off. Especially if the person who has made your day more difficult (hense the feeling of being overwhelmed) is the one to say it.

Thank goodness for joint bank accounts and massive amount of glow sticks and glow stick accessories! :)

Twilight: Breaking Dawn

Does this picture make anyone else ridiculously giddy?? And I mean ridiculously.

It's sad I know, but I am not ashamed.

I  used to make fun of my mom and sister when I found out they were reading them.

Then I watched the movie. LOVE. Then I read the books. OBSESSION.

A little over a month to go.

32 days to be exact.

:)

You say fake, I say polite.

I've heard several conversations lately about people being "fake". One in particular about someone I know, but I don't think she's fake. I think she's being polite and acting like an adult and I said as much.

 

 

While I agree there are some people who are extremely fake, ya know the people whose opinions change depending on the crowd of people they are with. Or the over the top friendly person with a personal agenda. And don't forget the ones who are nice to your face then constantly talk crap behind your back. Everyone knows at least one of these people. They become overwhelming, and in my life I just ignore them,  or hide them -- facebook style. :)

Just because you are mature enough to tolerate your dislike of another person does not mean you are being fake. It means you are well-mannered. If you start drama or act like a bitch because you don't like someone it doesn't mean you are 'real', it means you are a bitch.

Here is a story for you: There are two girls that don't like each other anymore (once best friends now they can't stand each other) but these two girls have a mutual friend. This mutual friend is having a birthday party. These two "enemies" simply fake getting along for the sake of the mutual friend they share, after all it's her party! That is being an adult. Only children can get away with throwing tantrums and making a scene.

 

 

Taking the high road and being polite is the right thing to do. Whether it's viewed as fake or not.

Puppies and Pooping

We have lots and lots of puppies. Nine of them to be exact. They poop everywhere. It's insanity. I am constantly shoveling or spraying down my back patio. It's just what puppies do I guess! :) ... well apparently, Marley too.

While the kids and I were outside playing with the puppies in the yard, Marley ran over to the concrete patio, dropped her pants and pooped. I was speechless. I didn't know what to do or say, so I just laughed. I usually pick her up and run to the bathroom but I didn't feel it appropriate (too far a distance to travel safely). When I asked her what she was doing she said, "Pooping on the poop deck". Ha, ha, ha.

After we went inside to use the potty, I explained that people poop in toilets, only puppies poop outside. :) Peeing is a different story. lol.

Ellensburg

In two hours I will kiss my little ones good bye and hop in the car with my two older boys to begin our long drive to Ellensburg and back. Some months the kids' schedules line up to where I am only driving twice a month, but this is not one of those months. I drive to  and from Ellensburg on  Friday and  then again on Sunday, for three weeks in a row. (At least its not four, that happens too!)

Don't tell my husband this but I don't actually mind the drive. It's fun to some extent. The boys and I make silly memories like stopping at every McDonalds on the way there to try and get new Monopoly pieces so we can win a million dollars. Or singing at the top of our lungs to Justin Bieber, well I sing... they laugh at me. :) We talk about big kid stuff and there are no little kids to interupt them, I think they love the one on one big kid attention. Then when I get travel time with Jo, she talks her little heart out to me. Tells me all about her life, her school, her friends, her other family. Then when she runs out of stories we play games (most of them made up) and tell jokes. She has the best jokes. :)

I just wish it wasn't so hard to find babysitters. I use up all my bribes and favors on driving kids to Ellensburg which leaves me s.o.l. for babysitters when I want to go out for fun or grocery shopping. That is the sucky part. Sometimes I wish it was safe and socially acceptable to hire bums to "work for food" lol. I make a mean lasagna. :)

Tear-filled Eyes and a Broken Heart

I hate to see you in pain, it sucks. It makes me want to throw things and punch strangers (...and I love strangers). I'm a fixer, and I can't fix this.

I wish that you never had to know heartache.

I wish that you never had to cry yourself to sleep at night.

I wish that you never had to fight the emptiness.

I wish that you never had to lose someone you love.

I wish that you never had to dread morning.

I wish that you never had to feel so all alone.

... I wish that you never had to be sad. :( 

It breaks my heart to know yours is broken, I tear up seeing the pain in your face. I wish I could make it all go away. Say the magic words that don't exist. Give you the experience without the pain. 

I want only the good things in life for you.  All happiness, rainbows and unicorns! :) ... or mermaids whatever you want. .... and if there was a way I could spare you from the misery that sometimes happens in life, I would do it. If I could take your pain on I would. I would cry your tears for you.

But I can't.

Having your heart broken hurts. Like a fire you can't put out, it consumes you and makes you think life is over, but it's not over (trust me). Now, some people say time heals all wounds. That's a lie. Over time the pain will fade, but the memory will always be there. I think of it like breaking your arm; no matter how much time passes it doesn't change the fact that it was broken, but every day it hurts a little less. Eventually you'll stop thinking about it and hopefully focus on how it helped shape you as a person, the life experience you gained... and then maybe one day you'll be able to help comfort someone else in a similar situation.  

Just know that I love you and I would do anything for you. Life does go on, even if it feels like there is nothing left to live for, there is. I promise to you there is. This is just a stepping stone in your journey to greatness. :) .... and mermaids.

"

(thanks for posting this quote Angie)

Halloween 2010

 Last year they were pirates...

I LOVE HALLOWEEN!

...can't wait to see what they will be this year!!

Laughing Out Loud

I love high fives. Seriously, love them. We high five (and pound it) for nearly everything at our house. :)

"great job on the dishes" *high five*....

"way to brush your teeth til they shine" *high five*....

"that's a great tower you built out of blocks" *high five*... 

"you ate all of your lunch?!" *high five*....

You get the point. I love high fives, and I also love to laugh.

Laughing is great for the soul, and I do it everyday. :) So when I saw this, I literally laughed out loud. Not the simple-everyone-does-it- kind of laugh. Oh no, this was the "burst of laughter that makes people stop and see who the crazy person in the room is" kinda laugh.

Just in case you haven't laughed yet today:

And the coolest mom award goes to..... ME!

Today was Xie's first away football game. I could not go, but I packed him a bag of snacks and "good luck" treats for the bus ride, accompanied by a nice big " I LOVE YOU!" note. He'll shake his head and pretend to be embarrassed when his friends see it, but deep down it'll make him feel all warm and fuzzy. :)

But the story doesn't end there. Oh no. See, reminding your ADHD husband to tell your ADHD son to remember his bag of goodies doesn't always go as planned. It was left at home. No big deal, I would just to take it to him. I left in time to meet him in the halls when school let out, but there was road construction! They blocked the road I needed to take to get to the school!! Again, not a big deal until ten minutes later I was still sitting there waiting for the big machinery to move outta the way so I could go take the detour. Now I was dangerously late.

When I made it to the school I grabbed Quinn and ran inside to the office and asked where the football bus was parked, she informed me that they were parked in the back by the locker rooms, but they were scheduled to leave 5 minutes ago. I said thanks and ran back to the car. I had to at least try. So I buckled Quinn and headed to the back of the school...

We made it, and the bus was still there!! I jumped out grabbed Quinn and started running across the grass field toward the locker rooms where the bus was parked. Quinn started climbing up my side like a monkey and my pants started to come down in the back! I couldn't stop though the bus was already starting to pull out. So I kept going... and so did my pants. I had Quinn in one arm the snacks in the other, and my bum was partially exposed to some interested middle schoolers. Not full on 'Debord Garbage Day Expo' kinda nudity, but more than I was comfortable with. My run turned into a jig/wiggle run as I tried to dance my pants back up while still moving. Good times. :)  I was almost to the parking lot when the bus pulled out onto the street, the driver didn't see me.

Ugh. .... So sad, well I tried. I'd still get some credit, right?!

But then it occurred to me that I could cut it off at the new fire station. I headed back to the car, again sporting the butt-out-wiggle-run. I re-buckled Quinn and we headed toward the highway. I didn't catch the bus by the fire station, two other cars were in front of me, but I followed it to the light, praying it would turn red. IT DID!! I pulled up along the side of the bus, grabbed the bag of goodies and jumped out of the car. I knocked on the door and scared the bus driver. He quickly opened the door and kinda stared at me in disbelief, he started to ask me if he could help, and I jumped halfway up the steps and held out the bag for him to take and polietly asked if he could pretty please make sure Xie Ray got this. He smiled and said, "You bet!" I thanked him and got back into my car, gave Quinn a high five and then proceeded to pull into line at the stop light headed to Pasco, not back home... but still, I did it. :) That's love right there.

If that doesn't get me an award I would at least like a cookie, or maybe....  a mini marshmallow treat!!  :)

Being Whale-ish Rocks!!

I read this and loved it, so I stole it from a friend. Enjoy! :)

A while back, at the entrance of a gym, there was a picture of a very thin and beautiful woman. The caption was "This summer, do you want to be a mermaid or a whale?"

The story goes, a woman (of clothing size unknown) answered the following way:

"Dear people, whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, seals, curious humans), they are sexually active and raise their children with great tenderness.

They entertain like crazy with dolphins and eat lots of prawns. They swim all day and travel to fantastic places like Patagonia, the Barents Sea or the coral reefs of Polynesia.

They sing incredibly well and sometimes even are on cds. They are impressive and dearly loved animals, which everyone defend and admires.

Mermaids do not exist.

But if they existed, they would line up to see a psychologist because of a problem of split personality: woman or fish?

They would have no sex life and could not bear children. Yes, they would be lovely, but lonely and sad.  And, who wants a girl that smells like fish by his side?

Without a doubt, I'd rather be a whale.

At a time when the media tells us that only thin is beautiful, I prefer to eat ice cream with my kids, to have dinner with my husband, to eat and drink and have fun with my friends.

We women, we gain weight because we accumulate so much wisdom and knowledge that there isn't enough space in our heads, and it spreads all over our bodies.

We are not fat, we are greatly cultivated.

Every time I see my curves in the mirror, I tell myself: "How amazing am I ?! "

 

By: Delphine Fieberg

Life Lessons: Self Portraits

I was going through the photos on my phone and was reminded of a little life lesson I learned recently, and decided to share it. :)

A few weeks ago, I had a doctor appointment to have a little procedure done. I got to the office, checked in and sat down to wait for my turn. It wasn't an unreasonable length of time before they called me back. I did the whole thing: blood pressure, height, weight, pee in a cup, draw blood, ya know ... the works. Then I was escorted into the procedure room and instructed to disrobe as the doctor would be with me shortly. No problem there. I've done this a hundred times, and at this point I literally have no shame. I'd sit there naked if they told me to. lol.

Well, about an hour after sitting in that freezing cold room dressed only in a sheet that was strategically put together with Velcro I got bored. I had already stalked all my people on facebook, text chatted, played all my Words with Friends games... then I get a text from my husband:

J: how's it going?

Me: still haven't seen the doctor yet, just sitting here. bored, naked and cold. :)

J: really? Hmm... send me a picture.

Me: lol, ok!

 

 

So I start trying to pose for this sure-to-be-amazing nude portrait to send to my husband. (Don't judge me... :) I know most of you have done this!!) I was mid-striking a pose with my "bringing sexy back" look on my face and camera in hand... then the door to my room opens! In walk my doctor and the nurse.

Oops! I started laughing immediately while making my way back to the proverbial chair. My doctor, a very funny lady I love starts laughing, but she is used to me and all my silliness. The poor nurse on the other hand, a lady in her early 60s, kinda panics. She turned back around to walk out then realized she was suppose to go in and kinda does this bob and weave maneuver inside the doorway before walking in and looking up to the ceiling. lol.

Life Lesson: When at the doctor's office don't wait an hour before taking naked pictures of yourself, or you'll have an audience.

Are you waiting? I am.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/blog/2011/oct/03/amanda-knox-appeal-hearing-live?newsfeed=true

Live Newsfeed of the Amanda Knox Appeal hearing.

My fingers are crossed for Amanda! ... and my toes and arms and everything else too.

UPDATE!:  8.53pm: Knox has been cleared of the murder charge, as has Sollecito.

HOORAY HOORAY HOORAY!! 

That's a BIG victory! :)

After spending more than four years in an Italian jail for a crime she didn't commit she is finally free. What a great victory for her and her family, now she can finally have her life back. Someone better get her a book and movie deal so all the pain and suffering she shouldn't have been put through makes her wealthy enough to pay for the years of intensive therapy she's going to need.

I am sure there will be MANY news reports coming out now. Some supportive and others not. I will not be reading any or listening to any.  Later, when she writes something ... I will read that. Until then I wish her a happy and uneventful life! :)  

Small Victories

I got the boys off to school with smiles. No arguing, no nagging, no complaints... just smiles.

I surprised the little kids with donuts for breakfast, they were so excited for such a simple treat. :)

Started decorating for Halloween. One of my all time fave holidays!!

I have already jumped on the treadmill - sans shoes, but it was a victory all the same! The blister on my heel hurt so bad that 10 minutes in I decided that treadmill'n it barefoot would hurt less. It did hurt less. Barely. And running was out of the question, darn my flat platypus feet! (Sounds like I might need a different cardio activity for the next few days.)

Built the "most awesome fort ever" for the kids to play pretend in this morning.

I got the third ink cartridge installed in the printer. So it's finally working now! I even printed my first batch of coupons and I'm so excited to get re-organized. Next up pre-school printables!!

Lunch is easy today, leftover Papa Murphy's and fruit. Which means more time for arts and crafts.

It's 11:11. One of my favorite times of the day. (OCD much?!... uh huh!) Whenever I see that time it makes me smile. :)

Hooray for small victories!!