A list of things I'm grateful for. Because, days like today I think I need to remind myself.
1. Two healthy, beautiful children. Even though they DO both have ADHD and are off their rockers by the time I pick them up after school and are enough to make even their grandmother demand they be medicated.
2. A big, strong husband who is a hard worker, excellent provider and loving partner. I love that he's 6'7" and can make even ME feel petite - no matter how ginormous I get. I love that he's owned his own business and done so well at it for so long that I haven't had to work in six years. Mwah!
3. Having half a brain. Thanks to my parents for the decent genes. I'm thankful that I am able to use my intelligence to do well in school and, hopefully, end up with an awesome career in nursing. I couldn't do it if I was a dimwit. In the words of my first nursing instructor... "nurses are not stupid people".
4. For my big, old beautiful house. Even if I'm not thrilled with the neighborhood it's in, I do love it. If I could pick it up and move it elsewhere - it'd be perfect.
5. For my parents (all of them) and their health. They've all got health issues, but are not critically ill. For this I'm thankful.
6. For my siblings, Paul, Mary and Stacey.
7. For my girlfriends. I can tell you all anything and know you will listen to me, not judge me and will offer words of encouragement, advice or just support whenever I need it.
8. I'm grateful for the nooks and crannies in Thomas' English Muffins. And for peanut butter filling them.
9. The internet. Without which I wouldn't have 3/4ths of my friends or my husband (and thereby my kids!).
10. My kids' teachers. For teaching them things that amaze me every day.
11. My entire extended family. Aunts/uncles/cousins/cousins' kids, etc. I love that we're all so close and I can count on any one of you for anything.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
On our way to have breakfast with Santa. Whoopee. I know my kids love him and am doing this just to see the looks on their faces. I LOVE that part of the big fat LIE. On the other hand... I'm starting to get more-than-mildly-irritated with the jolly old fucker taking credit for all of my most awesome gifts!!! This bites! When Maddie comes downstairs Christmas morning and sees that American Girl doll she's going to start screaming THANK YOU SANTA THANK YOU SANTA... outta my way Mommy! Grrrrrrrrrr When Michael sees his $100 Indiana Jones Temple of Doom Lego set = same reaction. <sigh> I get the joy of seeing their little faces and I am so blessed that I could get these things for them. But, that arsehole in the red suit gets all my farging glory! I'm over it. I dread the day when my babies aren't babies anymore and no longer believe in him. But, that's the MINUTE I start drilling it into their heads that it was ME ME ME (and their dad, of course) who went out and bought them all this crap! The Lego set that will be in its 864 pieces spread throughout my house, half of them lost. And the $100 AG Doll who I will find laying in a corner, naked, with her head turned backwards. :-S Ho ho ho... hallelujah, holy shit! Where's the Tylenol?
Thursday, December 16, 2010
According to my mother, I either need to write a book or start a blog. I'm entirely too old and dense to know how to write a book, so blog it is. This will contain my daily rants (eff you Walmart), raves, whining, and other useless rambling. I'm going to use some very foul language on occasion. If you don't wanna see it, please don't read it. I may rant on politics, religion and varying other hot topic issues. This is not the place to argue with me. Go start your own blog! :-P Well.... pour yourselves a drink, buckle your seatbelts... this could be a bumpy ride! mwahahahahhahha!