Early Shopping

The DQ and I headed to the Wal-Mart to pick up a few groceries. I also wanted to get a little more of my Christmas shopping done. I know, I know. Halloween is not even here yet. Here's the thing. My company has had a poor year. What this means for me is NO.CHRISTMAS.BONUS. For the last three years I have used my bonus to get my Christmas shopping done. Well, I can't do that if there are not going to be any bonuses. Therefore, I took it upon myself to start Christmas shopping early. Which I did in September.

This broke my record. It was the first time in all my adult life that I actually got an early start. For those of you who don't know this, single parents are seldom financially prepared for the holidays. Those that are in my situation probably don't even have anything put up for a rainy day. I will tell you why. Every single time ANY extra money comes your way, you are bombarded with the following needs and/or requests(If your children are age 15 and 9):
New shoes
clothes
money for field trips
socks
underwear
haircuts
money for fundraisers
treats for a party at school
school pictures(which are EXTREMELY overpriced)
Yearbooks
Football game money
bras
cars(I actually am prepared for this one)
gas money (Not quite yet, but it's coming)
makeup
Clinique (Because this is the ONLY thing that helps keep Sissy's skin clear)
a partridge in a pear tree


I think you get the idea. I promise you, it happens. Every.Single.Time. This year is going to be different. Because my company always issued the bonus checks the week before Christmas, I would end of doing all my shopping the weekend before Christmas. Which REALLY SUCKS! Not this year. I already have about 80% of my shopping done. The presents are wrapped and stashed in a closet. Sometimes I just open the closet and look at my progress, and feel the joy and happiness of actually being prepared for once in my life.

Now I know there will be those that think I am crazy. Well if you are just now figuring that out, you obviously don't know me very well. The DQ actually came up with a genius plan. She took my camera to Wal-Mart and took pictures of stuff that she wants for Christmas. I know this seems crazy, but I am posting the pictures. I think this may actually help out the family members. Everyone, PLEASE let me know if you get any of these items.




Here I am being a true rebel. I climbed up the ladder which had a sign that read: Associates Only....I am such law breaker!

Size 2 1/2 or 3

It's Just Another Manic Friday

Why is it that I can get on this blog and write and write, yet when asked to write a paper for English class, my brain turns into a large mass of Jello, leaving me wide eyed and unable to come up with a single sentence? I would also like to know if I am the only parent that has a perpetually messy child. Let me set up the scene for you.(I am sure I have blogged about this before, but it's worthy of going over it....... yet again.) Yesterday, The DQ calls me at work and we have a conversation that goes something like this:

DQ: Mom, can I go home with my friend Libby tomorrow? We are going on a haunted hay ride and I will be back home on Sunday.

Me:(Inside my head of course: Yay! Joy! Happy Days! A free weekend!)

Me to DQ:Is your room clean? If you clean your room you can go.

DQ(Excitedly): OK, Mommy, I'll make sure my room is clean.

Now, she REALLY wants to go with her friend. I know she does. I am thinking that she has plenty of motivation to clean her room. When I get home from school last night......guess what? While the room is not a complete diaster, it is not clean . Here are some of my theories:

1. Her idea of clean and mine are not AT ALL the same.

2. She thinks that if she merely cleans a walkway through the bedroom that it is clean.

3. I am so old and blind that I will never notice that the room is not really clean.

4. I am so stupid that I will never notice that the room is not really clean.

Before I even have time to finish this blog my hopes are dashed. I arrived home from work a few minutes ago, sort of thinking that I might take a short nap. I walk in the house and The DQ is sitting on the couch. I ask her why she is not at her friend's house. Apparently the girl invited too many people and there was not enough room for her in the car. Sissy was also supposed to stay with a friend and that fell through too. Now I have both kids when I planned on having none, and Blogger has my computer stuck on italic. No matter what I do it won't go back to the regular font.

I digress. Sissy is in an unusually bad mood today. It's not PMS, she just got over PMS. I don't feel like cooking and hadn't planned on cooking since I didn't plan on having any children tonight. The kids want Wendy's I want Taco Hell. I mean Taco Bell.

We go to Wendy's first and then Taco Bell for me. The line is extremely long. I think they have about one person working.ON.FRIDAY.NIGHT. I told Sissy this was my punishment for picking up food at two separate places. Sissy picks on The DQ the ENTIRE TIME.

Now the very sensitive DQ is offended. Why? Because Sissy made the declaration that The DQ wouldn' t last two seconds in the wild.(Which is actually an accurate assessment. The DQ is very much a city girl) The DQ goes to her room and locks the door. So it has been another glorious evening in my house. Peace and harmony radiate from every corner......

I recently decided that using regular batteries in my digital camera is akin to throwing money away. I need rechargable batteries. I went into a local drugstore today for something else and they had rechargable batteries ON SALE!!!! I got two batteries and the charger for the low price of $7.99. The last set I bought (and lost) cost me $30. So if anyone needs rechargable batteries, check out Wal-Green's if you have one in your area.

Lazy Days And A Ringtology Update

After the self inflicted madness of the weekend, I was pretty wiped out. So, yesterday morning when The DQ told me her stomach hurt, I didn't even blink an eye. I declared that we were staying home. I called in to work and then her and I went back to sleep until 9 a.m.

I should probably feel guilty, but alas, I don't. I got the five loads of laundry done. I got the sinkful of dishes done, I took care of some secret Christmas stuff via the internet. I made phone calls......to every.....single.....person.....in...my.......family. Some I may have even called twice. I did not get out of my pajamas ALL.DAY.LONG. Do I feel any shame? No way. I didn't take a shower either. It was the most wonderful lazy, yet-got-some-stuff-done-days, I have had in a while. I felt refreshed and ready to go back to work this morning. I am the type of person that too many days at home is a bad thing. One extra day....is bliss I tell you!

A Ringtology update:

My sister D is pregnant. I went with her to her first ultrasound last week. The ultrasound technician said he thought it was probably a boy. Yet, he wouldn't say 100% that it's a boy. I had bought girl clothes (see ringtology blog) but I was still hesitant to take them back. Now keep in mind that all the ring tests that my sister has performed THUS FAR, have been accurate. So my ringtologist sister went over to D's house and performed the ringtology test again. This time it showed boy. Which means I will have to take back the girl stuff I bought, and exchange it for boy stuff.

It's a good thing I don't care what people think about me. Otherwise, it MIGHT would upset me to have to go to Kohl's and walk up to the customer service counter and say the following: "Excuse me, I need to exchange these girl clothes for boy clothes. The reason I need to exchange them is because my sister and I performed a ritual over my pregnant sister's belly, and we thought the baby was a girl. The ultrasound has proven the baby to be a boy, and we have performed a re-test of the ritual, which gave us a boy result".

It really is a good thing that I feel no shame about my nutty self. Yessirreee... Otherwise I MIGHT need a disguise and some dark sunglasses to make said trip to return baby clothes.
The theory on the original Ringtology test, is that we performed it too soon, giving us the incorrect girl result. Of course....as I have said all along....you got a 50/50 shot!

Weekend Madness

I know I keep telling ya'll how nutty I am. I just keep proving it OVER.AND.OVER. AGAIN. As I am sure by my constant complaining EVERYONE knows that I am taking three classes this semester. Now, most people with the sense God gave a billy goat, would NOT start a major house cleaning project, smack dab in the middle of all this chaos. But not me. I like to torture myself. I think I really just get off on it. I sit around and say to myself, "What can I do to add to the stress of my life. I just don't have enough to do. I need MORE PROJECTS to work on". So I decided to:
A. Clean out The DQ's room and give some of her old toys and stuffed animals to Goodwill.
B. Clean out the hall closet so I can use it for storage space.
C. Clean out all the drawers and doors in my living room and get rid of ALL the junk I have accumulated.


I made The DQ help me in her room. It was a complete and total disaster. I am not exaggerating. AT.ALL. We went through her three large tubs of stuffed animals and toys. After we went through everything. We had a whole tub and more stuff(crap) that wouldn't fit in the tub.

What to do. What to do. AHA! I bought my sister a stroller/car seat combo for her baby shower in a couple of weeks. I know. I will take the stroller and car seat out and use the box to put the excess crap in. I filled that box up. It was not a small box, see for yourself.


Now, in addition to chores A,B, and C, I now have chore D. Which is to assemble the stroller. Why? Because if I try to just put everything that goes with the stroller away, something will get lost. I assure you. So now, my daughter's room is a mess, my living room is a mess and I am trying to put a stroller together right in the middle of the mess. I am feeling good. I know I can put this stroller together. I am a single, independent woman. I take care of things myself. (I am chuckling as I type this statement, it's too much for me.)

OK, so the only tool required is a hammer. Guess what? I have absolutely no clue where there is a hammer in my house. I am sure I have one. I remember using it....... a couple of years ago. I sent The DQ and her friend to borrow a hammer. I successfully (with the help of Sissy, get the front wheels on.)


It took me THIRTY minutes to get the back wheels on. Why? Because the instructions indicate that after you slide the back wheels on the metal rod, you should hammer the little plastic piece on. By the way, did you know that if you hit a piece of plastic hard enough with a hammer that it will fly across the room and take out your daughter's eye? Neither did I. (She didn't really lose an eye, I just thought that sounded good) However, the plastic piece did fly across the room more than once. Every time I hit that tiny round plastic piece, one of three things would happen. It would fly across the room as previously stated, I would whack my fingers with the hammer, or it would just slide off at an angle.

I reached a point where I seriously considered taking that hammer, and beating that stroller into a thousand pieces. I restrained myself. Now I have a freakin' tornado in my house. The kid's room is a mess. I pulled everything out of every drawer in the house, looking for a hammer, and I am being defeated by a friggin' baby stroller.

Eventually, I prevailed. Now I have at least a truckload of junk to be hauled off. There were not enough hours in this day for me to get it all done. So now I have a big pile of junk sitting right in the middle of my dining/computer room.


Now this would not bother me except for the fact that I still have a sink full of dirty dishes, five loads of laundry, the floors need to be mopped, and it is 10:30 pm and I have YET to do the grocery shopping. Yep, sacrifices have to made. It looks like food is one of them for this week.

oooopppss!!! I almost forgot

You got to pucker up your leeps......like dis

The Pumpkin Patch

Yesterday my sister and I took our kids and a couple of of extra ones to the local pumpkin patch. This is her with her son. The first order of business was to feed all the kids lunch. We all know what happens when you don't get lunch first. You get there and end up spending a bloody fortune on overpriced hot dogs for ornery children.



Even Sissy wanted to go......very shocking. For my new bloggers, these are my daughters.



The first order of business once we got there, was a hay ride!




This is my nephew "L" with his buddy "Z". L is the one with the curly hair, he gets that from his mother..



I think this is a donkey??? It's sure looks like an ass I have been out with!


mmmmm......this guy looks familiar too


My nephews are so cute!




Sissy was such a good sport.



The DQ even milked a cow (wink, wink). I really think she is too much of a city girl for that. I could post so many more cute pictures, but I won't torture you anymore. Everyone had a great time. The only downside of the day was me realizing that I don't anything about farm animals. The children actually had to correct me. I thought a goat was a donkey or vise versa.

In The Darkness

Have you ever been asleep and couldn't wake yourself up? I experienced this in the most terrifying way last night. I fell asleep, and started to have bad dreams about various events and people. I couldn't wake myself up. I could here my daughter and I could hear the high winds we experienced in my part of the world last night, but I COULD.NOT.WAKE.MYSELF.UP.

I was in the strangest state of semi-consicousness. I was aware, but I could not make my body respond. I knew it would be close to time for me to get up, but I couldn't even open my eyes. Then I started thinking that maybe something evil was keeping me from waking up. This terrified me even more. It seemed like I tried for HOURS to wake up but I couldn't, yet I was not completely asleep either.

Eventually I was able to make myself wake up. It was only 1:22am. I had only been asleep for a few hours. I have been wondering today, how much of what I experienced was real and how much was it just a bad dream. Was I just dreaming that I couldn't wake myself up? I don' t know. I don't think so because I remember hearing the wind and thinking how loud it was. Maybe I experienced some type of spiritual event. Maybe I have been spiritually attacked. More than likely this is due to my recent psychosis that has taken place since school started back. I keep trying to tell you people how nutty I am.

If anyone knows anything about this sort of thing, please contact me. My email is payrollgurlnc@aol.com. I need to figure out exactly how crazy I am.

The Confessions of a College Student

As I sit here tonight, my brain is numb. My back hurts. My eyes hurt......my brain even hurts. What has sunk me to the bottomless pit of despair? Four.Little.Words. Introduction to College Math. Which is just a fancy terminology for Algebra. I sucked at Algebra when I was a kid, and I suck at it now. It has taken me approximately 4 hours to complete 40 problems. I am so dumbstruck that as I type I keep having to backspace because my brain is fried. Did I spell fried right? I don't know. It doesn't look right, but at this point I really could care less. When I first started back to school, I was so excited.

I was excited when I bought pens, pencils, and notebooks. I was excited the first night I went to class. I was excited when I got my first shipment of textbooks. What a wonderful opportunity for me to get a college education! I remember that first night. I went into the classroom, full of joy to be there. I looked around at the faces of my classmates. How come they didn't look excited to be there? Didn't they realize how wonderful it was to be in college?

Where was the enthusiasm? I'll tell you where. Out the freakin' window, along with the remains of their poor little brains. Week after week of classes, homework, studying, time away from their families had taken it's toll. Everyone is and was plain tired. It would take a few semesters for the drain to begin on me. Now when I go to class and see all the tired, worn out faces, I know why. I know why no one has the patience to deal with people like Mrs. Grinch

As I enter the last five months of school, I find myself SO ready to be done. I have had professors and students alike ask me why I don't pursue a bachelor's degree.(Lord does anyone know how to spell pursue? My spell check is broken) I will tell you why. Because I am tired. Tired of nights away from kids. Tired of my house not being as clean as I want it. Tired of some deadline always looming on the horizon.

As delirious as I feel now, I know that this too shall pass. I will keep on keepin' on. Why? For that long awaited day when I receive my diploma, declaring me to be a college graduate? Nope.....I will keep on keepin' on for that long awaited day when I can go back to being the nut I used to be, instead of the nut that has taken over. That day when I can go back to obsessing over the stupid stuff that I used to obsess about. When I can go back to guiltily watching Days of Our Lives on the Soapnet channel. The day when the only thing I have to worry about on my schedule are the activities of The DQ and Sissy. Yep, those are the days I diligently strive for......

The Frog Story

A Frog Story -
A frog goes into a bank and approaches the teller. He can see from her nameplate that her name is Patricia Whack. "Miss Whack, I'd like to get a $30,000 loan to take a holiday."

Patty looks at the frog in disbelief and asks his name. The frog says his name is Kermit Jagger, his dad is Mick Jagger, and that it's okay, he knows the bank manager.Patty explains that he will need to secure the loan with some collateral.The frog says, "Sure. I have this," and produces a tiny porcelain elephant, about an inch tall, bright pink and perfectly formed.

Very confused, Patty explains that she'll have to consult with the bank manager and disappears into a back office.She finds the manager and says, " There's a frog called Kermit Jagger out there who claims to know you and wants to borrow $30,000, and he wants to use this as collateral."She holds up the tiny pink elephant. "I mean, what in the world is this?"(you're gonna love this)!

The bank manager looks back at her and says..."It's a knickknack, Patty Whack. Give the frog a loan, His old man's a Rolling Stone."(You're singing it, aren't you? Yeah, I know you are........)Never take life too seriously! Come on now, you grinned, I know you did!!! Have a lovely day! HEEE HEEE!!!!!


I had to post this for those of you who are not on my email list.

Bob and Chain Mail

My last blog is a lovely picture of the new addition to our family. His name is Bob. He was adopted by us on Saturday. He looked so happy sitting there on the aisle that we just had to bring him home. While I am not a major Halloween person, the kids do enjoy it. They decided he needed a name and settled on Bob. I will not let them dress as devils or witches, but certain decorations are allowed. (Although I did buy a cackling witch. I just didn't think about what it represented until after I got her home.) Now we are stuck with her.

Does anyone ever send you those ridiculous emails that are full of love and good wishes? Until you get to the end. Then there is the threat that if you do not immediately forward the email to ten people within ten minutes you will die and the world will fall apart. I love all my friends very much. But I HATE those emails. All that mushy gooey goodness, then at the end you are THREATENED. What is that all about anyway? I think the threat at the end cancels out any of the good stuff that was said earlier in the email.

I have enough bad luck in my life without the added stress of having to worry about more. I don't even see what the fun is in those. Is it to prove that I really am a loser because I can't think of ten people to send it to? Or some kind of crazy popularity contest? I don't know.

I do know this. If you send me one of those ridiculous emails, I WILL IMMEDIATELY DELETE IT. I will not respond to stupid threats of ten years of bad luck. Ha! I already have bad luck. So what's another ten years?

Don't get me wrong I am all about the mushy gooey goodness, as long as there is not a threat attached to the end of it.

I wish all my family and friends good luck, and good things for your life, with no strings attached. I hope everyone is healthy, happy, and safe. If you have ever sent me one of those emails, don't be offended. I appreciate that you think about me and all that good stuff. It's just not nice to tell someone they don't get the gooey goodness if they don't carry on the chain..........and that's all I have to say about that.

This is our scarecrow. His name is Bob

You're a Mean One, Mrs. Grinch

I recently made the comment that I sit around waiting for something to happen so I can blog about it. I also said that I don't usually have to wait long. I was right. I am back in school now. I have classes on Wednesday and Thursday night.



Let me describe to you what that is like. Get up, get ready, get kid ready, drop kid off at school, sit in rush hour traffic, get to work late, (EVERY.DAY.) work all day, spend lunch hour studying or running errands, drive to school, learn for about 4 hours, drive 45 minutes back to my house, stumble into the house all bleary eyed, and delirious then go to bed. Next day.....repeat procedure.



So by Thursday night, I am feeling pretty cranky. My tolerance level for BS is at an all time low. I have skipped dinner for two nights, not gotten enough sleep, and tried to cram all this information into my little brain. I...am...about...to...snap. One false move and I could lose it.(Which I do)

One of my classmates had to bring her three year daughter to school on Thursday night. I don't know why. I didn't ask. One of my other classmates is ticked off about the kid being there. Why? I am not really sure. Probably because her real name is "Mrs. Grinch", and she has been living under an alias since the tell all documentary was released by one Dr. Suess about her husband, Mr. Grinch.Anyway, she carries on about how kids are not supposed to be in the classrooms, and how she doesn't understand why the rules are overlooked for SOME people. She pays for these classes and it is disruptive to have a kid in the classroom. Blah, Blah Blah.



The funny thing is, she directed all her comments to the professor and not to the woman who brought the child. I feel my blood starting to boil. Which is funny because she is not talking about me or one of my kids. She is just MEAN. (And rude, obnoxious, overbearing, and she constantly monopolizes class time with her constant complaining)



Like the deranged lunatic that I am, I start talking out loud. Not directly TO her mind you. Just sort of out loud. I know she heard me because the mother of the little girl heard me. I start saying things like, "People just need to mind their own business and not worry about what everybody else is doing". "That little girl is being quiet, she is not bothering anyone." "Why is she wasting class time talking about this anyway?"



I carry on like this for a few more minutes. Surprisingly, the complaining stops. I don't mean to get on my blog and go off on people, but sometimes I can't believe what I am seeing or hearing. Her whole point was that she didn't understand why the school and/or professor was allowing this child to be in our classroom.

#1. Haven't we all been in a situation where we needed a little extra consideration?
#2. This was the SWEETEST, most well behaved three year old I have ever seen, she wasn't disturbing anyone.
#3. Who died and made Mrs. Grinch the dog-gone school police?
#4. Mrs. Grinch was more disruptive than that little girl could have dreamt of being.

At any rate, Mrs. Grinch didn't complain again for the rest of the night, but I guarantee you her heart DID NOT grow three sizes that day. I don't have any nervous ticks or twitches, but if I did......something would be twitching right now.

Note: Because I am sooo freakin' tired, I overslept this morning and didn't get to take a shower. I look like crap, and I realized after I got to work that I have a stain on the shirt I threw on this morning. So now not only do I feel like a raving lunatic, I look like one too!

More Bragging

Another victory.....The DQ made the A-B honor roll. Good job girls, I am very proud of both of you.

Love,
Mom

(Sorry peeps, I just can't help bragging)

GO SISSY!!!!

HOORAY FOR SISSY!!!!!!! Straight A's on her report card! I can't believe it. I am so proud of her. I am so blessed to have such a sweet daughter. (And smart too! Did I mention that?) I don't even know if she realizes what a blessing she is and what joy she brings to our family.

Our little family is definitely beating the odds. Children who are raised in single parent homes often are not as well adjusted and don't perform in school as well as other children. Thankfully, my girls seem to be overcoming the odds. Both are well behaved and do well in school. This is such a blessing. I love you Sissy and I am EXTREMELY proud of you.

Did I mention I am proud of you?

Where are the Comments?

For those of you who visit my blog(you know who you are) and don't leave comments. Here are the very difficult and tedious instructions:
1. Point your mouse over the word "Comments"
2. Click
3. A new box will open up. Scroll to the top of the new box and follow instructions.
4. Please note that you do not have to leave your name, or sign up for an account. You can have your identity protected, simply by leaving your comment as"Anonymous".

I know this is very difficult and time consuming, but hey......we all have to make sacrifices.

Teenagers Rule

There is nothing in the world that makes me feel better than to be shown up by my fifteen year old daughter. As her mother, it is my job to be right.......in all things. Never should I be questioned on ANYTHING. Yet my daughter does not understand this rule.

I bought a new coffee pot over the weekend because mine didn't have the option to program. You know, where you can set the alarm and when you get up, your coffee is made. Oh joy and rapture. To no longer be forced to stumble into the kitchen with one eye open and attempt to make coffee, is almost more than my heart can bear.

She was gone over the weekend and missed out on the test run of the coffee pot. She drinks a cup of coffee in the morning also. She comes home on Sunday and I am showing her the new coffee pot. I am excited about it. (Obviously it does not take much to impress me).

Of course the coffee didn't make for her on Monday morning. She is trying to tell me that the coffee maker will not make coffee on it's own. Yes, it will I tell her. I have already tried out the coffee maker, so I KNOW it works.

Then we get into a discussion on the proper way to set the timer. I disagree with what she is saying because I have already tried out the coffee pot. This morning I get up and on the kitchen counter is the instruction booklet. Sissy has highlighted the section that tells how to set the timer. Which is of course exactly how she was saying to set it.

Not only did she highlight the pertinent information, she also included a sticky note that said the following:

BOO-YAH MOM, I TOLD YOU SO

Yep, I love being shown up by my daughter, and I especially love the very subtle way she had of showing me that I was wrong.

More blackmail material

Blackmail material

Last weeks secret sister outing

The DQ And friend

Saturday Errands

The DQ and I had some errands to run today. I have decided that I can't afford to fill two cars up with gas every week. The car that has gas in it is the one I drive. This week, Sissy's car had the gas in it, so I have been driving her car. Her car is a 1996 Ford Taurus. (I am not a Ford person, I used to always say that in this house, we don't buy Fords) This is why you never say never. I ended up getting a really good deal on the car, so I couldn't turn it down. Please don't give me a hard time about Fords. Some people are Ford people, some people are Chevy people and so on and so forth.

Back to the errands. First on our agenda was a little specialty shop that The DQ likes to go to. She has started collecting Webkinz. She loves them. They are stuffed animals that come with a secret code. With the secret code you can log on to the website and play games, feed your pet, earn money, and shop. We went in and The DQ picked out her lastest addition to the collection. We get back out to Sissy's car and I can't find the keys ANYWHERE. I am almost panicked. I knew I had them before we went into the store. I carry a pretty large purse and I start frantically digging around for the keys. When I can't find them, I reach in the back window and unlock the door. Then my arm gets stuck. Don't ask me how. I got it in there, but I sure couldn't get it out. Finally I get my arm unstuck and The DQ opens the back door.

My brilliant plan is that if I sit in the car and calm down, I will be able to dig around in my suitcase(purse) and find the keys. As soon as The DQ opens the back door, the car starts going, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.........you get the idea. I knew that the car had an anti theft system, I just didn't realize it still worked. Everyone knows that all that fancy stuff on cars doesn't work after the car is about six years old. For example, the window washer on my 02 Intrepid doesn't work. Well......the anti theft system works, and very well I might add. Now I am really close to completely freaking out.

The DQ goes back into the store and comes out with the keys. I don't know why it didn't occur to me that I might have set the keys on the counter. Obviously that should have been the first place I looked. Somehow in my mind they were in my purse and if I just kept digging, sooner or later they would appear, and would be well.

After this little escapade, I went and bought myself a smaller purse. Here is a list of items from my old purse:
3 different lip glosses
mascara
contact lens solution
contact case
hand sanitizer
allergy medicine
a various assortment of receipts
my cell phone
my set of keys to my car
wallet
checkbook
pictures
gum
a compact

Do I REALLY need to carry all this stuff around with me everywhere I go? NO. Here is the list of items I put in my new purse:
1 lip gloss
mascara
contact lens solution
contact case
hand sanitizer
allergy medicine
my cell phone
my set of keys to my car
wallet
checkbook
pictures
gum
a compact

Yep.....the only things I could bear to part with, were the receipts and two of the lip glosses. Why do I even bother I ask you?

The Present

I am so behind on my blogging. I started back to school this week and time seems to be getting away from me. I am typing this during the last few minutes I have on my lunch hour. I spent the majority of my time completing my homework for my online class. Thank God my online class has been pretty easy so far.





Now I must tell a story. A horrible, disgusting story. A pre-Halloween story so to speak. A few days ago(I don't which day as they are all running together again) the cats were really acting strange. First they wanted in, then they wanted out. After a little while I figured out what the problem was. The female cat came around the back of the house with a baby bunny rabbit in her mouth. I scolded her and made her drop the bunny rabbit. Peter Cottontail then went under my deck and I soon forgot about him.



Later that evening I walked into the kitchen. What do you think I saw on my kitchen floor? A bunny rabbit leg. Not just the foot, the thigh, all the way down to the foot. On.My.Kitchen.Floor. Not seeing any other choice I got a paper towel so I could remove the bunny leg from my house. I scooped up the bunny leg in the paper towel. It.......was........still......warm. It was also soft and furry. I could feel the warm, soft leg through the paper towel. I was so disgusted. It still gives me the heeby zeebies just thinking about Peter Cottontail's leg on my floor. Not only that, but I failed that little bunny rabbit. I didn't do a good job of keeping the cats away from the little bunny. I should have made sure the bunny was safe before I let the cats back out again. I shouldn't have forgotten about little Peter, but I really thought he had ample opportunity to run away.



Now, on top of all of my other sins, I get to add bunny murder to the list. Sure I didn't commit the actual crime, but I failed to stop it. I don't know how I live with myself.

Note: It ended up taking me several days just to type this short story. I am seriously concerned about the time I will NOT be having to devote to my blog....it is most distressing.