Why does this always happen to me!!!

Bad hair??? This cat's got nothin' on me!!!



Today was one of those days when you leave the house praying that there will not arise a situation where you will be seen in public. A simple drive to the school to drop off the kids. How adventurous can that be?

Procrastination is my fall back excuse -- which seems to get me into more trouble than I care to admit. But today was definitely one of those days when it bit me in the butt. I was out of gas. Now, you would think that I would have taken precautions before I left the house. I mean, how much more out of gas can you be when you are already on empty??

I made it to the school and spluttered to the gas station. Let me paint you a picture. I was in my pajamas, still had sleep in my eyes, MAJOR bed head, and halitosis that was killing bugs as they flew by. Bed head, you say. Well, that can't be any big deal. My current hairdo is the kind that you purposely stick up in the back. Can you imagine what it looked like after a night of tossing and turning (we won't even pretend there was any sleep in there).

To top it off, the gas cap on the car got stuck. So there I was in the rain, trying to get the gas cap off, the credit card swipe was beeping at me because it was telling me I had to pay inside, and I was not the only one at the pump. I'm the only one every other day, but today we were full.

A kind lady, who was probably snickering at the poor wretch came over to try and help me. She couldn't get the cap off so went over and asked the guy from the "coke" truck to come and help. While I was pathetically standing next to my car he came over and got the cap off. I could see his shoulders shaking as he walked back to his car. I wanted to throw the cap at him.



So, whenever you have a bad hair day -- here are a few pictures to help brighten your day.

I'm a dictator!

They say you can learn quite a bit about yourself in a few minutes listening to your children and the way they talk to each other, play, etc. Today my eyes were opened.

On our way back from grocery shopping, a task that I detest and wait until the ribs on the kids are showing before I realize they really do need food to survive, McCade was playing quietly in the backseat with his pirate action figure. There were a lot of "aaarrgs" and "matees", crashing sounds, and all those wonderful noises that pirates make. Among the chaos I hear(in a very piratey voice), "And get your chores done or you will never leave this place."

The light has dawned, the mists have cleared, the horizon has come into focus. Kids don't get to leave home until they learn to get their chores done. What an amazing paradigm shift. All I have to do is teach my children to do their chores correctly and they are out of here!!!! No wonder it takes until they are 18 and then the parents kick them out because they figure if they haven't learned by now, they never will.

Happy New Year!

I love to look at other's blogs. It helps me realize that I'm not as crazy as I think I am. Of course, ignorance is bliss.

On New Year's Eve, Karsten and I were invited to a murder/mystery dinner. It was great fun. Karsten was "Chubbie Cheddar", a rock star, and my character was "Barbie Q". Since I look so much like Barbie I felt the part was fitting. I was a recent divorcee, had an IQ of 140, had tons of money, and loved to wear my teenie-weenie, yellow, polka dot, bikini. I decided to foregoe the bikini as this was a dinner party and didn't want to ruin appetites, but had to go with the blonde. I wasn't the murderer, but I was definitely the "bomb".