It's hard to be witty and entertaining, especially when you don't go anywhere or do anything other than your normal daily existance. I mean, I really do like to think that I'm a hoot to be around, but in reality . . . when there's nothing going on, there's nothing going on!
On a positvie note: I did submit the above photo to a contest today. It is in the Color, Scenery category. I had a list of 10 I wanted to submit, but getting each packet ready for submission took about an hour and I just don't have that much time to spend on something I want to do, versus have to do!
Now on to the not-so-positive notes:
I did think that we were suppose to meet up with Sweet Pea's girl scout troop today at 9:30am, and it turns out it was 9am! Well ain't that just shite-o-rama...after I had to listen to corn niblet cry about having nothing to wear all morning, and had to threaten to take her out to the car naked.
(How does a 7 year old "have nothing to wear" when her drawers are so packed you can barely open them? I let her buy the clothes she wants, wear the clothes she wants, she's like a 15 yr. old already!)
This is after the 1st meeting they had where I had to work, and didn't understand where to pick her up at, the the J man was at the wrong school and called me saying Sweet Pea wasn't there and that the office said the meeting was canceled! Once my heart returned to normal pounding, her new leader called and gave me the proper meeting place. (Everyone communicates here like you've lived here all ur life and know what the hell is going on!)
I have also packed Sweet Pea's practice soccer clothes on a make-up game day when she should have had her uniform. (I was working yet again, convient hours I work huh?) Instead of driving the 5 min. to the house and then back, the J man just keeps her outta the game.
I can barely get to the school to pick Corn Niblet up and she gets worried waiting, even though I've told her that I'm suppose to get off 15min. after she gets out of school and I am having to leave work 15 minutes early just to get to her school late!
Oh, and let's not forget the yucky dinner I just made tonight. An egg casserole with sausage in it (I hate the flavor of sausage, it coats my mouth with it's yuckiness! Why did I think this would be different?) and a not so good Italian Sausage Soup. No one ate very much. I put the
And I love the conversations I have . . .
"what do u want to do for Thanksgiving?", says the J man to me.
"Oh, you want to go to London!?!" I respond energetically!
"nah, (while looking at me like my head is spinning around and I'm spewing green vomit) I thought we could invite people over".
Well, I think, that's at least a step in the right entertainment direction.
"OK, we'll have to get new chairs since they are all broken and barely able to stand now. I wouldn't want guests to be the ones they fall apart on!"
Not to worry I think, I can figure out an untraditional menu for Thanksgiving that will make the best of my Recreational Vehicle sized oven.
Then he says ..."I was just thinking that you could get a conversation started about it and it could be at someone else's house".
Yup people, that is the man I chose to marry! I know, I know, I am beaming I'm so proud! Isn't he so generous to want me to start up a conversation with my brand new (price tags still hanging on them) friends that goes something like this:
"So, what time should I bring the turkey to your house for Thanksgiving?"
--cricket sounds--
"WHAT? You want me to bring the yucky jello salad stuff too?"
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