This blogging thing... well remember way back when.. ok so it wasn't all THAT long ago but it was a little while back, almost a year ago just when I was getting started with this whole new venture, that I said I wasn't sure how I felt about it all? Well I'm still not sure. Honestly, who cares what "I" think? Well I do obviously... but I've already got my undivided attention so what's the use... but in the last couple of days I've had a real ichin to write again. All sorts of ideas flooded at me... ideas that seem to have dissipated just as quickly as soon as I made my way over to the keyboard. Pathetic...

One thing I do know is my need to vent...


Have you seen that add of a baby screaming it's face off ? It's intent, to challenge people and to have them stop and seriously ask themselves what it is they are getting into when they get into a sexual relationship. I can't quite remember how it all went but I do know this. Babies are babies... they cry, they eat, the poop, they sleep, then they cry some more and so on and so on.... Once you get used to it it's not actually all that bad. But now if they could just capture the teenage years in that same kind of fashion... man I tell yeah. Birth controll at it's best! Uhh!!! I love them don't get me wrong, I really really do love them but they drive me absolutely crazy! But I guess that's alright because according to some dude on the radio today, they do grow out of it so I need to just hang in there, hang tight because well... This child psychologists or what not says that right around the age of eighteen, nineteen, or twenty, they do grow out of it.

Wow! How encouraging! That just made my day so much better! Well let's see.. let's do the math. By the time the first one reaches nineteen and says goodbye to this rebellious stage, the second one will be seventeen with yet a few more years ahead of her.... And when she is nineteen my oldest son will be thirteen. When he reaches the ripe old age of nineteen my youngest girl will still have one more year to go, and after her, last but not least my baby boy following behind. So.. assuming I am adding the numbers right ... I only have....what? Thirteen more years to go. I feel so much better! Thankfully it's not insanity 24/7. There is those moments of pure gold that somehow make it all worth while. What were they calling that new Wallmart? 24/6?

Ok, moving along now.

Sometimes I think I am craving something and luckily it's in my fridge so I go to munch on it only to find out that it's not what I was craving after all. I'm not feelin this blogging thing at the moment. Could be that I am supper tired.. but what else is new... and that my back is killing me, either way. I'm outta here.