Wednesday, June 24, 2009

I Really Hate Mowing the Lawn

I really, truly hate mowing the lawn. I can't even tell you. I'm lucky that this was the first time I've had to do it this season...thanks to my dad. But there comes a point when you have to buck up and do it yourself.
Mowing the lawn is hard work. But it's the swelling eyes, coughing, wheezing, watery eyes, and insane itchy all over that really bugs me. So not fun. I love summer but I could do without mowing the lawn.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Quote of the Day

I read this just a few moments ago. It made me laugh as I nodded my head in a agreement.

"People will always continue to stump me with their stupidity."

Do you recognize this as your own? Love it.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Mean, Mean Father

My littlest Princess had a minor meltdown this morning. I asked her to put on her sweater and this is what I received from her in return. Please imagine a very dramatic tone - "Mommy, when I'm a teenager and I have my licence Daddy is going to make me drive. And I don't want to drive. I always have to get myself dressed."

Ummmm...okay. I totally see the connection between driving and getting yourself dressed. And at 5 years old, of course you should be worried about driving 11 years from now.

I assured her that when she has her licence if her father tries to make her drive against her will that I will talk to him about it. Something tells me this is a conversation that I need not worry about.

Sunday, June 14, 2009


I was trying to label (categorize) my posts and I somehow deleted a bunch. I think I only lost about 10-15 posts. I don't really care about most of them but some had some dates and items I wanted to remember from Florida. Anyone know how to get those back?

Friday, June 12, 2009

It's About Damn Time

Friday sure took it's sweet time getting here this week. The "OMG...this day sucks" emails started early today. I think the rain this week has everyone on edge. Well, what could be better than drinks with the ladies to start the weekend and wipe away the memories of a gross rainy week. Thanks girls! We really need to start interviewing those construction workers soon. ;)

As I type this, I can hear a party raging down the street. I need just a little bit more balls and I'd head over there to say hi and join the party. Almost........