You'll Be Missed...

Death is hard. It just comes out of nowhere, bites you in the butt, and screams "REALITY CHECK!"

My uncle Roger died last week. He was 66. Only 66 years on this planet. The most recent statistics I could find stated that the average white US male lives to 76 in today's world. And by my math that's 10 years more than he got.

If you're thinking I feel Roger got jipped, you're wrong. I'm kind of surprised he made it to 66! Glad that he did, but surprised nonetheless.

You see, Roger was a daredevil. An envelope pusher. A spit in the eye of fear if it looked at me wrong, kind of guy. Oh, he did his fair share of drinking and smoking and those are the things that finally did him in. But, it's amazing to me that his boundary-pushing didn't get him sooner.

There are so many stories I have heard over the years about Roger and his exploits. Oh he once punched a wooden Indian for "looking at him wrong" of course he was in a compromised state at the time, but hey, that Indian did have a shifty eye!

Uncle Roger and my Dad used to build and race stock cars, the thrill-seeking boys they were. The stories I have heard remind me of the Duke boys. Out jumpin and racing and gettin' into trouble with the law, "Oooooooheee, Luke, somethin's goin' down at the ole' Hazzard County Mine, we best go have a look."

There was another time, my Dad recently told me, when he and Roger were out cruisin' around with Roger driving my dad's car when out of nowhere Roger jerks the steering wheel to the right and starts driving down the sidewalk! As if to say, Look, no mischief is happening, so let's create some!

And, of course, who could forget the time young Roger, aka Cochise, shot a flaming arrow into the side of the family home, and started the house ablaze!!!!!!

Ahhhh the memories....

But, Roger was a good guy. In fact, he was my godfather. With three daughters of his own, Roger was pretty good at knowing what a little girl would like. So, my birthday and Christmas gifts were always fitting for my age and were most often the presents I cherished the most.

But, the one thing I can remember about my uncle Roger was he was always interested in me. He always had time for me. As a little girl, he would always ask me how I was doing, and wonder if I was having an okay time with school, my brothers, boys, etc. He always listened and he always cared.

I think Roger would have liked this blog. He would have liked that I was saying what was on my mind and giving people a glimpse into our humorous lives. He would have smiled knowing I was outwardly expressing my adoring affection for my children, and etching their stories into the hearts of all of you. Thus, making sure people will remember them. I hope by telling you these uncle Roger stories you know a little more about the man he was and will never forget him like I never will.

Grant's Got a Haircut Looks Like A......

Just had to share. Grant and Griffin both got haircuts on Sunday, via this great salon, "Momma's Got Scissors". I'm sure many of you have been to this salon. I know my Mom always cut my brothers' hair and has cut my Step-Dad's hair for almost as long as they've been married. So, seems fitting that her daughter would follow in her Beautician By Necessity Not Licensing foot steps.

And this weekend's haircuts were far from the first ones I've given, but only the second one I had ever given to Grant. And he didn't like it at ALL!

I said, after this haircut, that if this had been his first one, I might have wondered if there was power in his locks like the story of Samson. Everytime I cut a chunk of hair off, he screamed at the top of his lungs and cried with ferocious intensity. He was PISSED! I was actually so taken aback by his fierceness that I took a second, standing there, wondering, "Am I hurting him in some way?"

I've never seen him get so upset about anything like he did with this! I'm sure, based on the way he reacted, that he felt this was bordering on abuse!

Well, too bad for him I am not going to stop my hair-dressing ways. Nope, too darn much money to take 'em to the salon when "Momma's Got Scissors" is cutting hair for free!

Thought you'd enjoy these photos I took right after the ordeal.

In the first one he's smack in the middle of a fit, in the second he's calming down a bit, and in the third, he's mad because I am taking his picture and "Can't you see I'm REALLY upset over here! Put that camera AWAY!!"








Hee Hee I'm such a bad mommie! But a good historian! Now you have a picture of this fit to look back upon and laugh about! Or curse me. Either way, I've committed this event to film and shared with others! I know don't you just love me?!?!! XOXOX, The Paparazzi, aka Mom

Let's Do Something GREAT!!!

******I've edited this since I first posted, now you can click on the links! YAY! Thanks Lynette for figuring out what I needed to do. It's good to have geniuses for friends!!!

Okay not sure how this will work, but I am trying out my tech-y skills here, so let's see if this "copy" worked...

Darn it!
Okay, so I just copied the link, let's see if this works....

It didn't. Big fat surprise, I'm mentally challenged on these sorts of things!

Here's what I am asking folks to do.
There is a link to a paypal account that has been setup for donations (you can find it on the last page I have linked here in this post.) This donated money is going to buy Nintendo DS's for some less-fortunate kids and the rest will be donated to our awesome local hospital, maybe you've heard of it..... St Jude's???

Let me first take you through what I've been reading. Then you'll have a greater understanding for what I'm talking about

The saga begins with this post:

http://boobsinjuriesanddrpepper.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-not-upset-livid.html

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it gets better with this post:

http://boobsinjuriesanddrpepper.blogspot.com/2008/08/pleasantly-surprised.html
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It's a totally freakin' awesome "happy ending" in this post:

http://boobsinjuriesanddrpepper.blogspot.com/2008/08/wow.html
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And these next ones will give you a better idea as to why I am urging you to join me in doing something GREAT!!

http://boobsinjuriesanddrpepper.blogspot.com/2008/08/forward.html
http://boobsinjuriesanddrpepper.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-far.html
http://boobsinjuriesanddrpepper.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-opportunity.html
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So, if you're not crying well, then you just aren't as tender-hearted as me, and that's okay! But, you know me, I was bawling like a baby hearing about people helping people, and people helping kids, and well, I just enjoy a good love-fest!

To get all of you comfortable with this blogger, let me say, that she is an AMAZING person! She would help anyone, anywhere, with anything! And what she is doing here for her daughter, helping her foster the giving spirit her daughter has, is just wonderful, terrific, spectacular, marvelous, inspiring..........

I, as many of you know, would work for free and give all my money to the poor if I didn't have a family to help support and bills to pay. But, I believe whole-heartedly in giving when you can, tithing my 10%, and giving God all the glory for all that I have! He has given all of us SOO much, and every day that He graces me with, I am more than grateful for!

This life is what we make of it. What we choose to do with it. And hopefully, if we listen to the little voice in our hearts, what God intends for us. I have found in recent months that what God intends for me to do with my life, is to help others. To Spread Joy. To Inspire Kindness. To teach my children these mentioned, and also, what it means to be humble and what it feels like to walk a day in someone else's shoes. Help them find that compassion for others. It is my job. The most important one I have!

I am not sure what the rest of you feel, what the rest of you see as God's intent for you. But, I know that every one of you is a caring and loving and giving individual! I know this because you are my friends, relatives, and role-models. EVERY one of you has given me something that has made me into who I am at work, at home, at church, in the community, as a mother, as a wife, as a sister, as a daughter......

Each and every one of you has given me so much that I feel the great desire to help others in any way I can. And this opportunity to give, is something I felt compelled to share with all of you!

So, please, take a well-deserved moment, to read the links I have posted. Please, look within your hearts, and ask God for His guidance, but please, at least think about donating.

And let me know what you think, what you feel, if you have other ideas for donations, etc.
I am so very blessed to have you all in my life! I hope you all feel that from me!

Much, Much Love To Everyone!
Carrie

Hawkeyes!

These pics aren't so good.... Darn IT!!! I forgot to use the flash!

It was early, I was tired, big surprise I know!, and running late for work. But, they looked soooo cute in their matching Hawkeye gear that I had to stop and take some photos before Wy Wy puked all over his, before Griffin decided it was dumb, and before Grant just decided naked was better! his belief not mine! might be mine if I looked as cute as he did!!!

Many thanks Dad, Lola, Danny, and Katie for buying these and bringing them down from Iowa when you visited in March. Way cute! And we miss you!

But, anyway, I thought you all would enjoy seeing the kids, no matter the quality of the photos, since these ARE three of the cutest boys on the planet!!!









My walls even look lime green! Ugh! Bad photographer!! Oh Well!

No Name Necessary.....

Griffin was really tired after his first day of school. Normally he is a really talkative kid, but not so much this afternoon. He must've been REALLY worn out if he didn't have a lot to say! He did say this little bit, and I thought I would share.

Me: "Griffin, did you have a good first day of school?"

Griffin: "Mmhm"

Me: "Did you make any new friends?"

Griffin: "Mmhm"

Me: "Do you know any of the names of the kids you met today? Who was the boy you sat next to in lunch? Do you remember?"

Griffin: "Hmmmm, I can't me-member, Mom. Let me think. Ummmm, oh, the boy with the blue shirt on? Oh, hhhmmm. That boy, oh, I me-member now, his name is Austin. Yeah, he's my friend."

Me: "Oh, Austin. Okay, that's cool. I'm glad you made a friend. Did you make any other new friends?"

Griffin: "Um, yeah. That kid in the SpongeBob shirt, you know that kid, Mom?"

Me (laughing under my breath, how would I know the boy in the SpongeBob shirt? Maybe he thinks I have Psychic powers like him??): "No, I don't think so."

Griffin: "Well, the boy in the SpongeBob shirt and I shared cookies. Yeah, he's my friend."

Now, the next day I asked him if he had played with these same above mentioned boys, and he said no. Austin, the boy in the blue shirt, played with other kids and so did he. And the boy in the SpongeBob shirt wasn't there. I think he was there, he just wore a different shirt, and how could Griffin identify him now?!? HA!
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Monday, Dan and I told Griffin he could ride the bus to school. He has been wanting to ride the bus since day one, but Dan and I were leery of it, and wanted to make sure he was comfortable in his new surroundings before we fed him to the wolves. I had asked him, "Won't it be a little scary riding the bus Griffin?"

He said, very matter-of-factly, "No, Mom. Buses are not scary. Quit saying that. Buses are for kids. You get on and you sit down and you do what the bus driver tells you. They're not scary Mom. There aren't any monsters on the bus, so they're not scary!" With an implied Duh! on the end.

So, now you know! No monsters on buses, therefore, they are not scary! And, well, that does make sense!
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Upon picking Griffin up from After-Care, "Mom, I rode the bus here, too!"

"I know Honey! I heard you came here with another one of the kids from your class, Wilson."

Griffin: "No Mom. His name is Austin. Me-member? He's the one I told you about. The kid in the blue shirt, me-member?!"

Me: "I remember, Honey, yes. But that little boy's name is Wilson not Austin. Your teacher told me."

Griffin: "Oh, the kid in the blue shirt? Wilson?! Oh, I thought he was Austin. Well, he's my friend and we came here together. We had fun."

The moral of these stories... it is totally proper to have friends whose names you do not know, or names you just make up, when you're 5. At 5, it doesn't even matter if you have a name, you can just be "boy in SpongeBob shirt" and in your young heart they are your new best friend! Don't you me-member what that was like?

And So, His Education Begins.....

Griffin statement:
"But Mom, we can't leave yet, I haven't even learned anything!"

In response to my telling him we needed to leave his classroom, on his Meet the Teacher Day. Oh, sweet, funny boy!

Later, after we left, I was telling him that I was kind of sad because he was getting so big and now that he was going to school he wasn't my baby anymore. He said, "Mom, I'll still be your little boy, and you still have Grant and Wyatt, too. We'll always be your little boys." I almost cried. And I'm tearing up just typing it now!

For all of you who have been reading the blog for a while, or for all of you who know Griffin, you know that he is a very articulate and quite sensitive boy. So, these words of wisdom are not surprising. Though, they still stop me in my tracks. His sheer empathetic capacity and the emotional maturity he sometimes displays, just leave me speechless sometimes!

Well, today was Griffin's first day of school. His teacher Mrs. King (who goes by her first name Miss Danielle) and her assistant Miss Tina, seem like really sweet and loving ladies who will be a great match for Griffin. I think they will just foster his desire to learn so well, and am really excited to have them as his first educational leaders!

I am sure you all would like to see a picture or two of Griffin on his first day of school so I have posetd them below. Let me first just say that there was absolutely no point to my buying Griffin, School Clothes! This morning when he got up and waded through his trash heap bedroom, the clothes he decided to put on were, of course, none of the new pieces he helped me pick out this summer. Nope! Instead, he put on an old hand-me-down T-Shirt, a fine shirt, just not what I had anticipated he would wear on his "first day". And a pair of track pants that were hand-me-down, too!

I insisted that he change out of pants since the temperature today will be in the high 90's, and he did choose, then, to wear a pair of shorts that were bought for school this summer. But, out of all of the clothes that he helped me pick out for school, those shorts and two shirts are all he wants to wear. Everything else is "dumb", and he told Dan the other day, he didn't want to wear a pair of the shorts because, "they make me look fat!" Dan's comment here was, "Wonder where he's heard that before?!?" But I swear it wasn't from me! I may think I look fat in everything I put on, but I don't say it. I just think it. Maybe Griffin is psychic and we're just now finding out, huh?!?! Yeah, he'll be the next cast member on that NBC series Heroes! Griffin the Psychic Happiest in Hand-Me-DownsKid!

Though, I guess I should be grateful he isn't that into clothes and what-not. He likes what he likes. He thinks he looks cool. It's definitely very different from what "cool" really looks like, but hey, maybe he'll be one of those trend-setters some day. Just weird enough for people to say, "Hey, that's a little weird, but something about it feels cool. I'm going to have to get me one of those." I'll keep you posted on how that plays out! But, for now, here are the photos Dan sent me from his phone (which is why the picture quality isn't as good as usual.)
ENJOY!






Oh, and check out what he does with his socks! He rolls them down! It's hilarious! And any time I say, "Griffin, that looks weird." He says, "No it doesn't Mom!", and proceeds to purposefully pull them all the way up his calf, fold the top seam down upon itself, and then roll with precision, til the "donut" rings his ankle! He's such a goof!

I Survived!!

Was just reading my Mom's comment, from my last post, about the weekend, and it made me laugh! Jeanne is right Mom! You would try to paint the moon if you had a ladder tall enough! Ha!

Just thought I should post something of this weekend's outcome, since I'm sure you all are surprised I am even alive and typing today!

I, of course, had to work late on Friday. Always happens that way doesn't it? You have a plan and something comes along and gets you off schedule. Well, guess perfection is still just out of reach for me! That late arrival put me late picking up the kids and late getting dinner ready for our company, Dan's Mom and Dad, who arrived Friday evening. Really do apologize for that George and Sherrill, I had planned on getting dinner on the table before 7:00pm, I promise!

And, my late arrival put other things off schedule, too. Like, finalizing my grocery list, working out this month's budget (Dan and I still haven't finished that!), cleaning the house, getting the garage sale stuff pulled out to at least the garage, and a whole long list of other things I hoped I could accomplish.

But, alas, I am but one person with very high expectations for myself! And you too, honey, I know I hold you to a high standard too, but whether you think it or not, you do meet my expectations almost all of the time! You're a great man and I'm lucky to have you!

So, on to Saturday. I planned on having our garage sale stuff priced and all in the wee hours of the morning with stuff out in the driveway by 7:00am, at the latest. Let me preface by stating that I was only having the sale since my neighbor was having one (I was piggy-backing off of him, he put the signs up, and I would share in the draw of customers! I'm such a MOOCH!)

But, by 6:30am I didn't see Kenny out, nor did I see any stuff. So, I thought, "Well, guess I have plenty of time to get done what I set out to accomplish since we aren't having a garage sale."

At 7:45am I look outside and to my surprise, there is Kenny and there are customers!! So, I run into the bedroom, wake up Dan, telling him we gotta get stuff movin', customers are flocking to Kenny's sale and we're not in on it!

So, one solid push later, and Dan was up and out of bed, ready and rarin' to go! Ha! If you knew my husband and his feelings about getting up in the morning, this would really be funny to you! Then, it was a mad dash to get everything out and assembled into some sense of organization. Clothes would have to be sold at a later date, no time for that, but everything else was out and displayed by 8:30am. Come by our junk, please!!

We were open for approximately 3 hours and made $120. If you ask me, that's a pretty good return on our efforts! Little did I know, that that $120 would last approximately 2.6 seconds in the hands of my hubby who did our grocery shopping. My words exactly were, "Honey, this is why I do the shopping. A $600 monthly grocery budget would not last more than a couple of weeks if you were the one shopping for the family." But, it was a HUGE help to have him do the weekly foraging since I was at home washing, drying, and folding load upon load of laundry, feeding and entertaining little ones, and doing my best to keep the lists in my head from reaching a size no person could surmount not even me with my super powers!

Though, now I have to figure out a way to make $220 last me the rest of the month. Anyone have food stamps they aren't using?!? No, actually, I just looked at the calendar and since we have 5 Fridays in August, I will have $370 to last me til the end of the month! Yay!!!! I'll let you know how that goes. We may be selling babies at a cheap rate if food money runs dry!

Well, Saturday afternoon came and went quickly. There was the arrival of Dan's sister and boyfriend, the juggling of kids from one neighbor's house to another's, the planning and re-planning of the next day's events, an attempt at getting this done and this done and that done, and just general dis-organization for which I was steadily trying to stay on top of!

Late Saturday afternoon, my Mom and Jerry arrived and we were just about to serve KFC's finest, so they were right on time! Oh, and everyone was treated to the birthday cake JeanAnn made for Grant. (Dan's family wanted to celebrate Grant's birthday early since they would not make his actual birth day. Grant received a rocking pony from Nanny and Poppa, yee-ha! Grant likes it, but Griffin likes it more!)

After a quick clean-up of dinner, thanks to everyone for that, it was time to start prepping the food for Sunday. My Mom and Jerry helped me in the kitchen making the party fare for Sunday's Baptism. The tasks were not too difficult, just numerous!!! Though, we did finish by 10:00pm. We were finished, Dan wasn't. He was just starting the smoking of the Boston Butts. Poor guy! I was in bed by 11:30pm.

At 5:00am it was up with Wy Wy, not too much later, a tired Grant peered into the living room. And, not long after that, a grumpy Griffin awoke. Just what I needed tired, grumpy kids for an event-ladened day! Yippee!

Mom and Jerry made their way back to our house for early am help. What a sight for sore, sleepy-eyes they were!

With everyone dressed in coordinating outifits, we were ready and out of the house to arrive at church at exactly 8:45am! Yeah, church starts at 8:45am! Thank God they waited and didn't start without us!! (And thank you sooooo much Bryce, Lynn and the kids for coming to the Baptism even though you had much to do at your own house! I was soooo thrilled to see you all!)

The Baptism went pretty well. There was no crying, just a wriggly, fidgetty, tired and ornery almost two year old who tested my strength and agility when holding him. Grant did not want me to keep him managed! Too bad for him Mommy is stronger than he is (I'm sure this stage will not last long! He's already a tough little guy who tests me daily!) Other than that, though, it was a pretty ordinary event.

Afterwards, on the way back home, I proclaimed that no one would change clothes until we had all had our family picture taken. This seemed like not such a bad idea. But, when we got home, I realized there was no one there to take the photo! Everyone had either gone back to the hotel to check out, or to Walmart to pick-up the cake! Well, crap!

Dan, ever the Boy-Scout, said we could just put the camera on a tripod and take our own picture. I was like, "Uh yeah, we could. Though, we don't have a tripod!" Guess again. We DO have a tripod! It came with the laser level Dan's parents got him for Christmas a few years ago, and it worked for our camera! YAY!

Good idea, Honey. Though, it took so long to get it set up and figured out that Mom and Jerry were there by the time we started taking the first photos. Oh well, it's still nice to know that it can be used in that way!

Once the pictures were taken, it was back to the kitchen and the food. Our menu consisted of a Fresh Fruit Tray w/Honey Yogurt Dip, a Veggie Tray w/Ranch Dip, a Strawberry French Toast Casserole, Bacon-Hashbrown Casserole, Blueberry Cobbler (thanks Sherrill), Coleslaw, Pulled-Pork Sandwiches, and a White Baptismal Cake that read, "Happy Baptism Grant and Wyatt". Thanks Mom for that!

It was a whirlwind of activity, but memory-making nonetheless. Oh, and Dan and I were reminded on Sunday that our church had a swim party at the YMCA that evening. So, after a period of clean-up and well-deserved rest, it was on to that party Sunday night!

I'll say it myself, I'm pooped! And, if I ever plan so much for a weekend again, I pray that Amanda will hide in a tree and shoot me with a tranquilizer dart! Somebody needs to! My poor, poor husband! Oh, and here are some photos from Sunday. Pretty darn good-looking crew, I must say!

Super Procrastinator

Just wanted to tell everyone about my plans for the weekend.

We have reached the beginning of the month, so finally, I have grocery money, again! Yay! The kids were getting pretty sick of me trying to feed them cardboard "But it's good fiber!" So, watch out Walmart here I come! Much shopping will ensue!

Dan's folks are coming in this afternoon. They are here to spend the weekend and celebrate Grant's birthday, early. And, since they were coming in, and Dan's sister JeanAnn and her boyfriend, Jason, on Saturday, I decided I should try and get the two youngest baptized.

So, one frantic, pleading email later, and Grant and Wyatt are being baptized on Sunday! Yay! I love it when a plan comes together. But, no time for singing my praises, got more stuff to do!!!

Now we can officially add Baptism to the weekend's events! Complete with a drop-in brunch for all of our family and friends, afterwards. Much, much to do on this part of the weekend!

Of course, my Mom and Step-Dad could not be left out of the weekend since, now, there is a Baptism happening. So, they too, will arrive on Saturday.

Have I mentioned yet that on Saturday morning, we are supposed to have a Garage Sale? I just love packing as much as I can into a weekend! I still have all those un-used toys jamming-up my closet, and of course Dan thinks I have lots of other useless stuff, so all of these "useless" items will be sold or given away on Saturday. Oh joy, cannot wait to wake up yet another morning before the dawn even cracks in order to get everything accomplished!

My Dan will help in the following ways:
1) he will commence by telling me how un-organized I am and how I have, yet again, tried to pack too much into one weekend! he's of course, right.
2) he will surely end up being the one to get all of the "useless" stuff priced and organized because I always have good intentions, but not so good follow-through he's just so good at these sorts of things!
3) I've enlisted him to smoke a piece of meat, still haven't decided what farm animal to serve yet, I'll let you know I'm sure you're on pins and needles, since he did such a good job on the turkeys last month.
4) I will allow him free reign over the liquor cabinet. He is going to need it dealing with a fully-crazed, under-slept, over-stressed wife. Drink-up, Honey, remember why you love me!

I, on the other hand, still have a cake to order for the Sunday affair. Probably should have done that days ago! But, hey why do it then, when I still have 48 minutes to get it done within my allotted 24 hour pre-order time-frame! Still have all that shopping to get done at Wally-world, and Sam's. Have a bazillion boxes to go through in the attic, to find more "useless" junk to get rid of. Still have a house that needs cleaning from the top down. Laundry that just keeps piling-up, and a million other things I'd like to try and accomplish on top of this already loaded schedule. I even contemplated painting my kitchen! Seriously!!! But, I have been wanting to do it, and my Mom is a stellar painter, and well, she loves me, she'd help! Yeah, I have a problem! Quit trying to out-do yourself!

Ehhem, back to the itinerary......

Now, the matching Sunday outfits have been purchased, Thank GOD, just gotta make sure both Dan and I have cleaned and pressed shirts and pants for Sunday (it would only be proper that we all be wearing the same color scheme! But, who am I kidding, they'll be clean, that's as much as I can promise! Wrinkles will have to be hidden or blamed on children who still require carrying!)

Oh, and did I tell you yet that I've been up since 3:42am!

But, for all of you who do not know me well, let me just give you some insight. It wouldn't be like me to plan an event for months in advance and be calm and cool. No, that'd be someone else. I like to see just how much I can fit into any one day or one weekend, etc. Oh, and procrastinate a bit during the whole process so that when it comes to "Party Day" my stomach is in knots, my blood-pressure is sky-high, and my list of to-do's seems un-doable! Oh, but au contraire, I can do it! I'm Super Procrastinator! I may put things off, but when the time comes, I get the job done with my my super human skills!!!

So, now that you know who you are dealing with. Let me ask for your forgiveness now. Please forgive me if you plan on attending this weekend's events because I will be the blur you see rushing past you on a mission to do the "un-doable". And, if I begin a conversation or a thought with you and then stop half-way through, just remind me of what I was saying because I am sure some other unfinished task has crept it's villainous head into view and my super powers, though super, are at work, which limits me in memory. But, I do have super powers, mixed with A.D.D., and a control problem, but they're sure super!

Well, anyway, just thought I would give you all a run down of what will be going on here. And, too, it's now 6:05am, and I should be getting ready for work, but really, that would not be like me! No, I have plenty of time! Enough that I just had to take a minute to tell you all what was going on! AHHHHHHH! Why do I do this to myself! I definitely win the award for Procrastination! But, coupled with my Super Powers I am a force to reckon with!

And an apology to my husband, "You are right, Honey. I am a Procrastinator!" I'm sorry that I try to argue with you about my procrastination! It's just hard to admit to when your mind thinks, "What? Can't you see what I am capable of?! I'm Super, and a Procrastinator, but SUPER nonetheless. And you have to admit, I'm getting it done, aren't I?!" See my side more clearly now???

Best be going now. Off to tackle another insurmountable task! Super Hero theme song playing in the background.

Your Friend,
Super Procrastinator