I shouldn't neglect this. But I do.

I have no excuse. None. I'm terrible. I accept it. Now, on to something more important...

I hate big spoons. It's true. I nearly lost my marbles the other day because my son fixed me a bowl of soup and expected me to eat with a big spoon. Looking back on it now, I see that I over reacted just a tad. I could have just gotten up and got my own spoon instead of lobbing it across the room shrieking about the evil ways of the big spoon. I apologized to my son. And to the dog.
I have been trying to be a little less crazy lately. It isn't working out too well for me. I have the brain waves of a goldfish I'm sure. I am so easily distracted I could be ADD....no H there. I'm too lazy to have the H. The only things that hold my attention longer than a minute are Facebook (yes, I'm addicted) and reading. I can get so caught up in a book that I forget to eat or sleep. Right now I'm reading the Outlander (Highlander) series by Diana Gabaldon again. I love her books. They make me want a Kilt wearing Highlander of my very own. The accent alone melts my bones, so if I ever do get to go to Scotland, I may never come back. Surely my husband would understand....maybe I can convince him to wear a kilt......nah, he could never pull off the accent.
Ok, I'm off to distract myself with something else. I've already bored myself to tears with this. Sorry.

Well, I am forgetful.

I keep meaning to remember to blog, but then I forget or someone spills something, or the dog craps in the floor and I get distracted. I'm a busy person. It isn't like anyone reads this anyway, but I shouldn't neglect it. I don't always finish what I start or start what I should or finish the things I had someone else start. I'm human.
Summer is upon us and although I'm happy to be out of school, I'm not happy about the fact that I'll have to get my air conditioner fixed....again. I'm not a fan of summer weather. I don't go swimming...this ass in a bathing suit is how I got the nickname, "Crille, the manatee." I don't do picnics....I'm not a fan of the sun or bugs. So if my air is broken, I'm useless. I'm just a puddle that whines and complains alot.
My kids are growing up on me. My son is 15...still singing, still back talking and still the greatest kid ever hatched. My 10 year old is soon to be my 11 year old. She's still dancing, still having OCD and anxiety issues that make me need medication, but she's the smartest kid I know...bookwise anyway..(she's so blonde she's almost disabled). My 5 year old will be 6 next week. She's still addicted to giraffes and I'm beginning to think she's my grandmother reincarnated. She's completely insane and so flippin funny, yet so grown up about so much. I love my kids. Duh. That's a given.
Well, I've blogged some, so I forgive myself for being lazy. Now, I have to go clean up dog poo. Yay me.