If you stand for nothing, you will fall for anything.

Thought for the day Handle every situation like a dog . If you can't Eat it or Screw it. Piss on it and Walk Away.

I have a long list of blogs in my favorites, I look at them everyday....okay, sometimes twice a day. Because there are days when I really need a distraction. Then while reading a blog, I glance over at 'their' blog roll - I figure these people must be reading some pretty witty stuff as well. Before I know it I am overwhelmed with trying to keep up with every one's lives or stories. It can be very overwhelming. And at the same time, very creepy. I feel as if I am peeping tom - peering in to a small window of these peoples lives. It is weird, I feel close to them without even knowing them. I feel bonded to them just by their words. I find that very weird, but addictive non-the-less. Then there is the whole process of writing your own blog. Well, for some it is a process. Apparently, people blog for an audience. I did not get that memo during blogger 101. Oh, that's right, I did not take blogger 101. I started this blog, for me...just little ol'me, and my...

Okay so it starts early. I mean really early. I was born with the 'i need shoes' gene. I don't need expensive shoes, but I do need alot of them. There are different colors of black, different styles etc. I could come home with 4 pairs of shoes all the 'same' color. *now we know they are not the same color, but my husband 'thinks' that black, is black, is black. Oh' on the contray. I correct him. You can get shiny black, flat black, dull black, worn black, scuff free black, black/gray etc. He walks away when I start with this nonsense. And with alot of shoes, you get alot of foot issues. Because I have been known to cram my foot into the narrow ends of the shoes, place ban-aids along the side of my toes (just in case), and wear shoes around my house for hours 'breaking them in' prior to actually attempting to wear them for an event. By all means crazy,I know. I have worn some strappy number that would have my piggy's bleeding a...

This weekend 'we' attempted a few sensible solutions for our 'football' time issue. I made banana bread and zucchini bread. I know stand back, gasp and grab your chest. Let a small 'what?' escape your lips, I REALLY did bake bread . I found the 'easy' recipes from food-network.com and whipped em' up. Who knew, it was not too bad and my kids really enjoyed helping. Pyper would stand next too the bowl saying 'I kook. I kook.' Then she would turn on the beater and let it lie on the table. *Even Lance said how good they were. I informed him that he should just stop right there, before he screwed up the compliment. He smiled and shoved his face full of bread. Normally, I burn anything I cook or forget an ingredient and most of my stuff turns out suckie. We are taking small strides and getting our kids involved. Plus, it put my almost rotten bananas to good use. Lance got on board with the idea of fixing some items a head of time. So her...

Well, he did it again! We saw the Mayor over the weekend at a work function and my dear hubby made a fool out of me, and as usual he does not see anything wrong with what he said. That is it, I am NOT going to take him with me to any more functions. I am going to call my gay friend Jacob, I know he can behave like a normal human being. Well, maybe not too normal, but he can fake it for an hour or two. My work had a family picnic this past Friday, we closed City Hall at 3pm and kept the pool area open until 10pm. We were encouraged to bring our families for the activities. I left work, went home packed a cooler, the kids and the hubby. We arrived around 5pm, and settled into one of picnic tables. My son gathered with the other children and began playing with the balloons, my daughter found a little tent they had set up, and my husband made small talk with the random people he knew. While I chased Pyper around the pavilion, I see Lance speaking with the Mayor. They are in the cent...

Well, it is Friday, and all of my days seem to run together. I HATE it when that happens. I have had something to do every day/night this week, and it will roll into our weekend as well. It has gotten so bad that last night our son is in bed telling his father that 'I just want a day off. I want a down day to do nothing.' *his nothing is code: for play video games. But his words continue to ring in my head today. I too want a day off, a day take a breath and not rush around. I don't see any of those days in the near future. *sigh. Even when we schedule fun things to do, it is still a chore sticking to the schedule. Like this evening. Work is having an employee picnic; we all get off at 3pm rather than 4:30. They have opened the pool for employees and their families and they will feed us well. But in order to get there I have to run home, change, get my kids, pack them a few items (half the house), load up and return back to work. And after last night, our 4th day...

The office senior staff is swirling, our night meetings have turned into a circus and all 7 of our bosses are at odds. What does all of this mean, to break it all down - NOTHING is getting done. People are making decisions based on emotions rather than common sense. Here is alittle known fact, I work for a local city, I am a dept head for this little city. I am also 15 yrs younger than all other dept heads. Plus I am fairly attractive and have not been overcome by the flat bottom syndrome, and side bulge that seems to have taken over the bodies of the other female department heads. It is apparent that they have let themselves go, and they are not keen on the fact that I have not, nor do I plan too. I have heard snide comments about alot of my out-fits. Once I wore a tailored skirt, button up shirt and knee high boots - apparently they did not find the boots to be acceptable, and I was spoken too by the City Admin. The Mayor (who is OLD) also finds some of my attire a bit testy. I ...