When did it go from Halloween Day to Halloween Week?

Y'all I would love to have a nice long bloggy chat, but I am TAH-erd.

Yes ma'am.

This week I have been responsible organizing and executing a 4th grade classroom Halloween party, and a home Halloween party.

I am officially Halloween'd out.

So much so that I gladly gave up carving the pumpkins we bought.

This is an activity I typically absolutely insist on.

But I could not do one. More. Halloween. Activity.

Nada. Zip.

So now I think I will have one more cup of warm apple cider with a shot of Cinnamon Schnapps thrown in for good measure, scarf a little more chocolate and call it good.

Good night that is.

'Cuz I am TAH-ERD!

Double Digits Baby!!

I just noticed that my number of blog posts this month has reached the double digits.

Wow!

Anyone wanna guess how long it has been since I last had double digit posting numbers?

Maybe I could turn this into a contest and give away a prize.

Only....it would be really easy to figure out the answer.

Hmmm....so much for my first blog contest idea.

But hey! Double digits! More frequent posts!

All three of you must be so happy!

WEEENNNIIEEEESS!!! WEEEENNIEESS!!!

This is what #2 has been yelling at random times all evening.

It started when she found out I was planning to wrap cocktai weenies in cresent roll strips so they will look like mummies for her school Halloween party tomorrow.

The best part is she has no idea why her yelling weenies repeatedly might be funny.

It is kind of fun.

I challenge all of you to give it a try soon.

Defeated

I am throwing up my hands.

Waving the white flag.

At this point I can not fathom getting my family to consistently consume a healthy diet.

I am out of ideas.

Isn't one of the first steps in recovery admitting you are powerless over the problem?

(Hey I am a child and family therapist not a D and A counselor, so forgive my lack of certainty.)

If so then here it goes.

I am totally powerless over my family's shitty eating habits.

Now. Let the recovery process begin.

It's ALL in the eyes

It would seem that #2 is quite popular with the young boys in her class.

At least according to her.

She rattled off a long list of boys who would like to be her boyfriend this evening in the car.

"So how do you know all of these boys want to be your boyfriend?" Inquires Mommy.

"It's alllll in the eyes mom." Replies #2.

OK then.

Who am I to dispute the eyes?

Too bad for the boys. #2 ain't interested.

Wonder what kind of eyes you use to communicate disinterest?

Pressure! (insert synthesizer riff a la Billy Joel here)

For the earworm...you are welcome.

Some of the five of you who read this may know that BH is a very funny and very clever man.

I love the fact that he is funny and clever, it makes my life at home very entertaining. I like that.

However sometimes being in the presence of such amazing humor and cleverosity (sometimes I like to add osity to words a la Georgia. Makes things so much more fun. Read that series of books I just linked too. You won't be sorry and don't let the YA aspect turn you away.) causes me to feel less than clever and humorous in comparasin. I like to be entertaining too.

Shallow of me? Yes indeedy. But what can ya do. Sometimes shallow happens.

My husband created a note on his FB page that talks about a discussion on a website he frequents. He posed the question on FB to open it up to responses.

I can not come up with an answer to the stupid question because I am allowing myself to be paralyzed and pressured by the idea that my response must be funny and entertaining. This is making me crazy.

Stupid? Probably.

Shallow? For sure.

But there it is.

Hope you all enjoyed my little confessional today. Feel free to share your own confessions.

Really.

Crazy doesn't like to be lonely.

Epiphany

Every once in a while I will have an epiphany about something. Which can be a good thing, or more along the lines of good for you.

I am not going to write today of any specific realizations, although I did have a great one the other day. It was one of those good for you types, that at first you are kind of sorry had the epiphany, but with further thought and examination you discover that it is not so bad and may actually help. I think I like those kind the best.

ANYway...I thought I would discuss where I tend to have my stunning revelations.

They almost always happen while I am drying my hair.

Seriously.

Not kidding.

I find this a bit odd.

This also makes me curious about where/when other people do their best thinking.

So if the 5 of you who still read this thing want to share about your thinking spot I would just love that.

Now.............discuss!

I might have eaten lunch here two days in a row

I may very well be a Chipotle addict. I honestly believe that I could eat here every day and be perfectly content. I usually order salad, but when I am feeling really naughty I go for the crispy chicken tacos. Ooh crispy chicken tacos. How can I every fully express my love for you? No words can do justice to the happiness I feel when I put you in mah belleh!

*Chipotle is not compensating me or encouraging me in any way to share my love. This is purely my idea. However if they ever need a spokesperson to spread the gospel I am more than willing to preach.

Maybe this could become the new theme for my blog

Cute kitties! Cute kitties are happy and non-whiny!

Everybody loves cute kitties!

I am on a roll here people. This is now what could be considered several complaint free posts in a row.

Wonder how long I can keep this happy happy shit up?

Holy Crap!

As of last week I have been blogging for 5 years!

FIVE YEARS!

This is amazing to me. I didn't think this blog would last 5 months. Heck 5 weeks!

So uhhhh...go me!! Woo hoo!

To my five readers....thanks for hanging in there with me. Maybe someday my blogging will become more interesting and consistent like it was in the beginning.

A girl has gotta dream!

I Love NYC

Brooklyn Bridge! Brooklyn Bridge! Brooklyn Bridge!

Spontaneous solo mini-vacations to New York where you get to spend the day with one of your favorite people are a good thing. Happy! Non-Grumpy! Good memories! Good times! I wanna go back again tomorrow!

I only wish my friend was in the picture with me!

Some Days You Just Need Unicorns and Rainbows

So much better than more whining doncha think?

A post that likely is not worth reading

Our schedule continues to be ridiculous and is not likely to change anytime in the forseeable future.

So every time I try to post it winds up being a big long whine-fest about the panic attacks I have when I see our calendar with tinges of my fantasies about chucking that motherfrakker out the window. Who wants to read that?

Hell I don't even want to write it.

So I won't.

Here is me in a nutshell:
Grumble whine complain eat junk food ignore the treadmill feel guilty grump at someone out loud or in my head.

Rinse and Repeat.

I think maybe I will just post pictures of things I like until after Thanksgiving.

Think I can find one of a unicorn farting rainbows?

THAT would be happy and interesting at least.