Paul Reviere didn't ride through here.

The Holiday's are coming! The Holiday's are coming!

I wish someone had warned me. Why didn't someone warn me? I haven't bought the first present, or for that matter, even THOUGHT about buying a present. I've been so stressed about my job and family crap....I haven't got a better excuse.
I hate the thought of it. Shopping makes me cringe. And the fact that I'm broker than broke doesn't help either. Think I can convince the kids that we are Jehovah Witnesses and don't do Christmas?

Yeah, me either.

And yes, I did it again.

I'm no Britney Spears, but oops, I did it again. Forgot I had a blog. I need to get my shit together. Fill in time.....
*my middle kid is currently fighting strep throat. She's winning. She just got over the swine flu 3 weeks ago so the dr's are keeping a closer eye on her, which I'm thankful for.
*the oldest one has been invited to sing at our local United Way charity dinner. I'm quite partial to his voice when he's using it to sing...but I hate it when he's using it to argue with me.
*the youngest continues to crack me up. Her latest comedic adventure was the other night when I went to the bathroom and discovered little poopies in the toilet. I commented that someone had not flushed. She was in my bed and piped up..."Yeah, that was me. First I pooped, then I peed on it. I added a little extra sauce." I wonder where she gets this stuff. She's not right in the head and I'm glad. Gives me something to laugh about.
Other than that, it's been quiet around here. I haven't gotten any new tattoos. Haven't broken anything important and haven't beaten the neighbor with a stick even though I have been tempted. I'm sure I'm due some drama soon....it's just laying in wait.

I think I'll write something here.....

I forget sometimes that I have a blog. Oops. Well, since I haven't written since April, I guess I have some catching up to do. So here's the Cliff's notes version of the past few months....
~I fell down a few times.
~The kids broke some things.
~I was hot when the airconditioner broke.
~Air conditioner is 2 words, but I combined them.
~I did things with my friends...lovingly refered to as "The Skanks".
~The kids broke more things.
~Piper developed an attitude.
~Justin started High School.
~Grace danced some more.
~I fell out the dance coach's front door....on my ass and nobody saw me. I felt jipped. Wasted a perfectly good tumble and noone to laugh at me as I pissed myself.

And that brings us to here and now. The new school year has started and I'm stressed to the point of fever blisters. I sometimes wonder why I do it, but I see those cute little faces when I walk in my classroom and I remember. I do it for the snot on my pant leg at the end of the day....that proves I've been someone's comfort item during a moment of missing home. I do it for the paint in the form of a handprint on my new shirt....that proves I've been hugged. I do it for the scream of "Mrs. Amy" down the aisle when a child from my room recognizes me in the store...that proves that I don't live at school. I do it for the brightly colored crayon drawings of me as a skinny stick figure holding the hand of a child that decorate my fridge...that prove that they love me and trust me. Yeah, I remember why I do it.

Now, if I can just remember why I put the remote control in my purse I'll be doing something.

I haven't fallen in a hole and died. I don't think.....

I haven't blogged in ages. Not for lack of wanting to, but for lack of anything to write about. It's been relatively boring around here. No one has blown anything up, tripped over anything (well, I may have, but I'm not saying...cause no one likes a braggart.), or done anything worth posting. It's been unusually calm. That scares the crap out of me. It usually means someone is about to do something that I'll never be able to live down. It means I'm in for some ribbing from my friends....and they are gonna laugh behind my back to my face. You know how that goes....they pretend that they are laughing with you when in all actuality, they are laughing AT you. I've been trying so hard to be good lately and make sure I'm raising my kids to be good. They're not perfect yet, but I'm working on it. My son is going to be Troy Bolton in his Middle School's play, High School Musical. I'm very excited for him. Ok, for me...I forced him to audition. Bragging rights you know. He's a great singer, and pretty handsome if I do say so, but this whole HSM thing is soooo not him. It's messin with his cool o meter. And frankly, it's gonna be a little strange for me since I have a sick crush on Zac Efron. (He's legal, so I'm covered.) I will not go into it, but oh my gravy, that boy has abs you could grate cheese on. Sigh.....I digress. Ok, so back to the original reason for this post. I have nothing worth posting to post. I'm still kicking, and I haven't fallen off the planet. Not that anyone reads these anyway, but if on the off chance you do, I'm still here. Hiding behind that bush over there. Crap.