Thursday, April 20, 2006
Queen Bee, the Brownie
But seriously, Door Man is all boy. He says things like "can I see what your poop looks like?" and "smell my feet." What is it about the brain of a little boy that just allows these things to filter through and reach their lips? Oh yeah... they are men in the making. Why should I expect my five year old to be any different than my 35 year old? I live in a world of delusions.
And you know what? I went to bed last night, winning something on Ebay, something that really would hold NO interest to anyone but myself. I was confident that I had it in the bag with only three hours left. I went to bed at midnight, expecting to be the proud owner of the item.
Woke up this morning, and wouldn't you know? That dreaded email was sitting right there in my email box. This really was nothing stellar. But now it is nothing stellar in someone else's home. Thanks a lot, you sniper.
I have a Pampered Chef party to go to tonight. It should be a night full of entertainment.
Maybe I should just rename this blog ... I seem to be doing a lot of griping. I am not a griping kind of person. Really. Just ask Ace. No wait, don't ask him. Ask my kids. No wait.. don't ask them either. Ask any random checker at our local Wal Mart. I don't think they know me.
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.