I was just sitting here at the going thru all my friends blogs when a terrible craving struck.....hit.....smacked me .

I needed CHEETOS , and I wanted them yesterday.

And then to my miserable surprise I relized that not only do I have no CHEETOS , but I have no chips at all.

What kind of decent mother has no chips in the cupboards I tell ya???

Then I remembered ......(while I was looking at Rampant Eds cute little toes)...that I just might have some of these delicios little puffs of cheese in the refridgerator from about 2 months ago , because I opened them one night while I was so tired and instead of putting them in the cabinet , I put them in the frigadair. So I am sitting in my chair thinking about it , trying not to work myself up ,and how sad..... my mouth is actually watering from the mere thought of them

Anyways I make my way to the fridge , slowly open it and .....BAM...BAM, there they are . Iam now so happy and I hope that the can of air duster will get the cheese crumbs from out of the keyboard.

I am off early today and dont have much to do ......

How sad , or I guess it depends on who you are , how nice is it to just be able to be completely happy with the little things of life.

Yes another Monday has managed to rise its evil head on us folks .

Its about 8 o'clock now and I am just sitting here on the compooter when I should be doing laundry. OH WELL ! 

My boyfriend moved all the rest of his junk ( and I dont just mean that figuratively either) in this weekend .He brought along a pile of dirty laundry that had to be toted in inside of three duffle bags.....as if I didnt have enough friggin laundry of ours to do already. He gives me the bag and says,"Laundry" and I look at him , and with the most charming evil smile I can possibly muster , say,"Yes please" 

Are you kidding me , dont men EVER do thier laundry ? A nd all these clothes are trash. I mean holes and grease and I know all these shirts are too short for him . A couple weeks ago we went shopping and he tells me he hasnt bought any new cloths in 12 years .  NO KIDDING, after I saw all of these new clothes that he kept producing out of the duffel bags I felt like saying ," No thank you , my rag pile is already high enough. "  He has a new wardrobe now ,but he still wants all this other crap. So I guess Ill just wash it and stick it in the bottom drawer and hope he never finds it.

And another thing besides all the classy cloths he collects , like the t shirt with the wolf howling at the moon , and all the race car shirts........he collects all car paraphanalia. He has over 2 thousand little matchbox cars , cars in plastic cases , race cars, cars with ELVIS , sprint cars , dragsters , model cars he has put together  the list goes on and on.

 And all his street sighns that he has filtched from the county add a nice flair to any flowerdy decorations that I might have had up. Did I mention stop sign red is one of my fav colors . It certainly gives my place the outdoorsy look when you couple it with all of my ivy arrangements that I have .

Oh well , what are you gonna do?

Hi Peeps,

Its Sunday morning and I just rolled out of bed . Sometimes I really hate waking up . Oftentimes I cant even open my eyes when I first wake up. I feel like I am in a warm fuzzy cacoon and I am so secure and so safe . And then someone comes to wake me and I feel it is so unfair to make me have to start a day that is loaded with hours of not being in my cacoon . (These are my thoughts right upon waking up )  So I struggle to the light , I am really trying not to slip right back into that sweet oblivion of sweet , lazy , comforting sleep. I even have to try to keep my eyes open , I am struggling . But I have learned a new trick here recently. I dont know why I didnt notice it years ago......if I can atleast get my right eye open and get it to stay open , my left eye will eventually follow suit. So now both my peepers are  open and I get to the buisness of getting my legs over the side of the bed. This happens and I start to stumble around as if in a drunken stupor, to the bathroom , to the kitchen , to ( and this is the best part) ...to the coffee pot, where I really feel to lazy to even make the coffee and I wish someone else would just do it for me. I make the coffee . Its not brewing fast enough. I am smelling the sweet smell of ambition and thoughts of the cacoon are eventually leaving my mind. Coffe is paramount now in my world and finally it is done brewing and I take that first sip .....OH SWEET HEAVEN . The Cracken awakes.

Anyways ...after that first cup I am  a changed person . The world is right and I am ready for the day and everything is good .

I marvel over the effect of the cup of coffee in the morning .

Well there they are , my 2 beautiful , peace minded children.

You know what the problem is dont you ? My daughter is just so mean to my poor little chuuy boy. And see he just doesnt stick up for himself. He hates to be mean to anybody ...well most of the time .

Since my girl hit her teenage years ...you know what I mean dont you ?  Well she has just changed . She used to be so sweet and loving . Well it is not always like this , it gets more intense at certian times during the month. Need I say more?

The other times she is so sweet . She is so funny that she makes me laugh all the time.   This can be very inconvenient at times , especially those times that I am trying to bring order  to elevated disagreements. She thinks it is hilarious when I yell or get on her brother  and she starts laughing . In turn this makes me laugh . So now I am trying to disapline and nobody is taking me seriously because I am laughing . And yes , I have been known to be laughing when I have doled out spankings .

And she has now made up her own little language and she knows that it also makes me laugh , so when I am telling her to do something ... like the dishes ... she blurts out one of these words  because she knows I will laugh and maybe that can get her oout of doing her duties. 

Here is one of her favorite words from her new dictionary:

MASHA

Definition: Hotpocket

MASHA KANA KAKA

Definition: I don't know , and she wont tell me . But I do know that it is somthing she calls her brother when she is extremely mad , so it cant be good.