Highlights.

It was Neil's Happy Birthday today!  Zipity Doo Da!  Santa brought him an Iphone and an almost kidfree, romantical dinner.  That means that I fed the kids hamburger helper early and shooed them on up to their rooms to play ds for 45 minutes while we had steak, asparagus & roasted baby potatos.   Cool eh?  Bonus points for me.  Like, at least 8 bonus points.  Add those to the pumpkin brownie fail points and I have 11 points.  Eleven.  Chew on that, People.

Eleanore as Godzilla.

They Don't Call It Fantasy Football For Nothin'

I never understood football... until I met my husband and he was a die hard Bears fan and he explained the entire game to me, over and over and over again. Now I understand it, which is helpful when you have an 11 year old son who only knows how to have conversations in football language... and baseball language (did someone say spring training!!!)

But I will admit that I have never understood Fantasy football, and I still don't, or at least I don't understand it from a man's point of view... but I now understand it from a woman's point of view.

They don't call it a fantasy for nothing.

Mercy.





Thanks Floyd R. Turbo

Just Because It's Monday...

Just because it it Monday...

Just because there was a football game yesterday and the Bears were not playing...

Just because I have laundry to do...

Just because my children systematically can produce mayhem and chaos in a clean house in 3 seconds flat...

Just because I have been changing some little person's diaper for 14 years now...

Just because once I am no longer changing little people's diapers I may be changing old people's diapers...

Just because I have no groceries and the co-misery is closed on Mondays...

Just because I have stretch marks...

and saggy boobs...

Just because I needed to smile today...

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There... doesn't that make you feel better? I know I feel better. Mondays aren't so bad after all.