Saturday, December 30, 2006
I love carrots
The morning started off with a bang when I heard the girls' door close at 6:12. Queen decided that it was high time to awaken, so she took her sister with her on the trip. So I had two people up at the crack-arse of dawn to keep in their rooms and finish a case dealing with the return of certain seized property that was seized by the government during an investigation into the steroid use of at least 10 professional baseball players. Exciting times right there at 6:20 in the am.
And then the news of Saddam's execution.... mind you, I am no Saddam-lover. I do not condone the actions that occurred. However ... I just can't explain it.
However, all of this flurried activity allowed me to get a jump start on the work that I was unable to finish last night because you see...
We have been invaded by the inlaws.
Yes. It is "Christmas weekend" here at our house. That means I get to go shopping this morning, come home, and cook a meal for lunchtime.
But there is a carrot dangling in front of me to spur me on...
A night of 'booking it with the babes! I cannot wait to see the group of crazies tonight and have some good times!
So it WILL be a good day ... once I get through the rest of it.
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.
The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.
The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.
The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.
The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.
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Baby Jane says...
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My new roommate
Kudos to Ace
And you can take THAT to the bank
Let's break out those MLK decorations!
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