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.