Friday, September 21, 2007

G'mar chatimah tovah!

“May you be sealed for a good year in the Book of Life.”

Yom Kippur starts very soon.

I’ll remember all of you during this time and pray that you too are sealed for a good year in the Book of Life.

This year has been a tough year. Some bad (getting fired, the depression, etc.) and some really good (Bruce Willis and all of my wonderful friends). G*d willing, this next year will be wonderful.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Smelly Subject

Super Girl: Ya know who farts the most in my class? Caleb! He sits right behind me and I can still smell it.
Me: Umm-hmm.
Super Girl: And I'm like "Eww! Did he eat beans?!"
Me: *snot*
Cabbage Patch: Kayla farts a lot in my class.
Me: Oh?
Cabbage Patch: I fart sometimes too.
Super Girl: Everyone farts.
Cabbage Patch: Yeah
Super Girls: Except people who don't want to.

This is one of those times when having kids is entertaining.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Just Tell Me When You Get Tired Of This!

I just loved the dolphin!!!

Monday, September 17, 2007

Weird Day...

This cake totally kicked my ass yesterday. It took a solid hour to finish - not because it was really all that dificult, but because I had no freaking clue how it was supposed to be done AND I didn't know where everything was to finish it. In the end, that damn Barbie cake got done.

What a weird day it has been. This has been the day of contact from guys from my past. Very odd. One from just over 5 years ago! Another is getting married soon and just had to call because he just had to hear my 'sexy voice' again and to let me know that no matter what happens (his marriage) that I'll always have a special place in his heart. I said something like "I'm sure your future wife would love to know that." And yet another one wanted to just see how I'm doing because he was thinking about me a lot. WTF? When did I get to be so 'unforgetable'?
I'm not. Move along boys, unless you happen to be Bruce Willis. ;) And about that... why all these boys calling and messaging and taking up my time, but not a word from Bruce? Well that's a lie, just two words (and no they weren't GET BENT or anything like that - they were good), but whatever I guess it's the words that count, not the word count that matters. ;) And um... yeah, just yeah, friends and all, me such a dork... stop listening.


My youngest offspring is really testing my limits to not just duct tape her mouth shut before she gets up in the morning. Wow... Such a damn badger! EVERY MORNING! Today we fought over what DRESS she would wear because the one I suggested just wasn't 'cute' so she 'hated' it and I SUCK (she didn't actually SAY that, I'm just surmising that's what she meant by the fuck-off-and-die look she kept giving me this morning). AND even better... she HATES the new tennis shoes I bought her a couple of weeks ago. Just HATES them. Though she LOVED them at first (they were FAST), but the split second her sister got new tennis shoes that LOOKED DIFFERENT, she hated hers and guess what? She's either thrown them away or she's hidden them in hopes of me having to buy her more. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA! She doesn't understand how horrible a pissed off mother can make her life. If she doesn't find those fucking shoes I will go buy the ugliest shoes I can find for her to wear so that she doesn't fail PE.

THEN to add to the weirdness of the day a dear friend told me the MOST hilarious story that involved them, a wheelchair, a smelly dwarf (aka the 'demented spider monkey') and a gun! Alas, I can not tell the story on here! (but I just felt like giving them shit on here while not naming them! You know I love you!)

Well that's about it for now. Brain is all empty now. Come back after coffee! Kthkxbai!