Lost and Found

I have been on a 42 year journey and feel as though I have been lost most of the way.
I have taken the road less traveled (only because I do not like crowds).
 I have not made the best choices all of the time, but have learnt from most of my mistakes.
 I have taken time to smell the flowers, every single one of them, therefore leading me to those roads less traveled.
 I have loved with all of my heart and danced like no one was watching, only to end up embarrassed, because someone is always watching, and having a shattered heart that somehow, still finds a way to keep on beating.
 I have been kissed in the rain and have followed rainbows until they disappeared, again....ending up on that road less traveled ( with chapped lips)
I have never been a follower, yet never wanted to lead, in fear that I would get us all lost.
I believe in what I cannot see, but have trouble believing my own eyes.
I live each day like it could be my last (hugging and kissing my kids until they can't stand it anymore)
I have had the darkest of days and have been blinded by happiness, now I see mostly spots.
I never thought that my path would lead me to where I am right now, my journey has been made up of trips and falls and leaps of faith.
I close my eyes and let the wind take me away.
 I march to the beat of a different drummer.
I do not get a free pass, I do not pass go and I never seem to collect my $200.
I just keep on walking, knowing that this path I am carving out for myself will lead to the place where I am meant to be.
Though right now, I may not know where I am, or how I ended up here, I do know now.. that I am not lost.
I have found myself.

Death of a Friend- My Vacuum

My vacuum is on his death bed. I am limiting his use and trying to stretch out his life span as long as possible. My birthday is coming up and my husband thinks a new vacuum would be the perfect gift for me. I am thinking, that if I prolong my vacuums life until after next week, I will get a nice present for my birthday and when my vacuum finally does pass, a new vacuum too!

My vacuum just has not been his usual, sucky self. He was so weak today that he could hardly pick up a bobby pin, how sad is that? He has also been making some odd noises and giving off some, not so pleasant smells. My husband would say that the smell is from the food that I vacuum up from under my son's chair after he eats lunch, or maybe, from the cat food that I vacuum up daily. He even goes so far as to say, that it could be from me never emptying the creepy, canister thing. But I know the truth, it is the smell of death!

For now, I will cherish our moments together and vacuum like everyday is our last. Hold on dear friend...at least for one more week!

Yodels...the new fruit?

Why can't Yodels be healthy? I don't mean the "yodelaehoooooos", I mean those damn chocolate covered yummies with the cream inside. The ones that are all rolled up, like a tiny treasure. First you delicately peel the thin chocolate layer off with your teeth, then gently unroll out the chocolate cake and lick the cream out as you go, until your down to just the middle. Each bite is savored until the little, last bit is gone.....OH YA!!!!...they come TWO in a package!!! How freaking great is that!!!??? The second one, I eat free style.

Sorry for any typos, I am typing all this with one hand (I am still on the first yodel...savoring....)

PS: FYI, YES, I AM off my diet, just until this frigging box of yodels is gone!  :)

Odd Thought

If you lick a pigs nose, will it taste like ham?

Mothers Hours

I think a mother's hour should be twice as long as a non-mother's hour. Doesn't that sound fair? Our job is the hardest job in the world (Say's Oprah) and we don't even get paid for doing it!

We are gardeners, except we grow children instead of flowers. We are cooks, housekeepers and laundromats. We are personal organizers, chauffeurs and referees. We are teachers, healers and body guards. We do not work a 40 hour work week.  We do not get a half hour for lunch, sick days and vacation days. Our work week is more like 168 hours, our lunch breaks are when we grab something quick to eat and have to share it with 3 other people. Our sick days consist of us getting sick without any time off, getting our kids sick and having to take care of our sick kids while we are just starting to get over being sick ourselves. Vacation days? What the heck are those?

A mothers hour is never long enough to get the job done. At the end of the day, all the left over work just gets rolled over to the next day. If it could only be more like pre-paid phones, no roll over minutes, you just start from scratch when the month is done. I could live with that! I could also live with 90 minute mothers hours....either that, or maybe an extra set of arms.

 The kids all went to bed with stuffy noses, it is going to be a long night of whining and sniffling, hmmmm, ....I think I just changed my mind about the whole mothers hour idea. Sixty minutes with 3 sick kids sounds a lot better to me now, than ninety minutes with 3 sick kids. Though I do still think the extra set of arms would come in very handy tonight!

Poop is a four letter word

My 4yr old twins cannot control their silly minds, they giggle at the grossest things, they laugh at their every body function....natural and forced. My two year old copies whatever the twins do, so between the 3 of them, its gigglefest and grossfest all day long.

They have also learned a few new words to go along with these gross thaughts and actions.
1. Boofer Butt
2. Boofenator (my daughter has even made up a song about this one)
3. Butt Head
4 .Bummer Face
5. Poop Head
6. Stinker Butt
7. Pooper Sniffer
8. Fart
9. Fart Buster
10. crap
Just to name a few..

I do not condone these words, especially when they are said in a very loud voice in the checkout line at Target. I try my best not to laugh at some of the crazy/disgusting things that they come out with, but sometimes its hard. The kids are cute and innocent to look at, then they open up their mouths and these ugly words pop out.

I guess there are alot worse things that they could be saying. It is better to have them laughing about gross things other than crying about anything. But honestly, I doin't know where they hear this kind of talk!

Enough of this gross talk, I have to get off my lazy butt and get some crap done, before I am too pooped to do anything. :)

Don't you hate it when...

 Don't you hate it when you write out a whole post and just when you are close to the end...it deletes itself??????