So much has been going on but nothing really has been going on...does that even make sense?

My Sister had the baby and that is a big happening. How I wish I could be there to hold him and welcome him. How I wish I could see Terrell's excitement at the wonder that is his sweet baby brother. How I wish I could share this with my Sister. How I wish the airlines would offer me a reasonable flight and time would expand for me so that I would not have to worry about the kids getting to school or exams. But, alas...that is not life. So thanks to technology, I can see Jayden minutes after he was born. I can watch him as he cries when his foot prints are taken, and I can get a shot of my Sister's swollen ankles (that I fully intent to make fun of on her blog in the coming days) due to some strange high blood pressure thing. I am thankful for that.

Kamran has been opening up to me about his relationship with his Girlfriend E. Seems they broke up for a few weeks last month. I knew something was going on but he made it clear that he did not want to talk to me about it. I respected his wishes even though I was dying to know. E's mother filled me in on some. E told Kamran she wanted to break up because she though she might have feelings for her last boyfriend (who turns out to be Kamran's best friend B). She told him that she needed to get her head straight before she knew what she wanted to do. I give her credit for being honest. It seems my son won her in the end.

He told me a reader's digest version of it all and says that it feels different (his relationship that is) this time around. I am supportive, caring, and interested in it all but the truth is, I am fascinated by it. I am most proud of the way he handled it all. He said he would have to go through some bad in life and he had just better learn to deal. And he is realistic that this relationship had terrible odds of lasting forever.

Tonight, we dragged all the mattresses into the livingroom and are having a family camp out we are calling the night of debauchery (thanks SpongeBob). At first i was against using that word as it calls up images of Greek orgies but I looked it up

debauchery: excessive indulgence in sensual pleasures; intemperance.

And while that last word intemperance has to do with alcohol (i assure you we are not getting the kids drunk), we are definitely indulging in pleasure...we deemed it a junk food extravaganza. Chips, hot wings, pie, sodas...Oprah's worst (or maybe best) nightmares. I should be 50 pounds heavier by morning. But the kids were excited and so am I.

And ow my new favorite commercial.

My Sister had the baby! Please go over and comment. I know it would make her happy to see a lot of comments. It just takes a minute.

She is here

Hey Y'all (you guys for you Yankees) my Sister is having a baby tomorrow. Go tell her something nice.

I will have to remember this post next time I am telling my children to act their ages.

Jane, the + and - end are the same. It is the pokey end...if that makes sense, although i don't think that is the "official" name. You will survive. I promise.


Thanks Mrs. Smitty for playing this. I don't think I have cracked up this much in ages.

Hey Jane. Take a 9 volt and stick your tongue on the +and - at the same time. I would not say it hurts but it is a slight jolt. It will make your mouth water. As a matter of fact, my mouth is watering just thinking about it. Give it a try and let me know.


See...we don't have to be young to still do stupid things.

I was looking for a good image to go with the end of my post using the word fool or foolish. This kept coming up. See, the internet does know everything.






Angry, I knew that was your comment before i even saw your name. "I once got the cheese and earwax mixed up and I haven't eaten a homemade cheesecake since." I hate when that happens...



Lainey said:
"I also remember her daring me to chew on tin foil after my first filling. YOUCH!"
Man we did stupid things when we were young.

and she said: ".......and, cheesecake is French?"

It was more about something yummy to eat. Kamran told me some kid brought some kind of Korean rice wraps. Don't think that originated from France. Oh yeah, and they bought the whole "homemade" line.

FOOLS!!! MAAHAAAHAAAHAAA

Lainey said, "...and why do you know what ear wax & batteries taste like?"

Lainey, are you telling me that you have never stuck a battery in your mouth? A 9V jolt? We used to do it all the time as a dare when we were kids. Anyone else? As for the ear wax...let's just say don't forget to wash your hand after you scratch your ear.

Now it is time for confession. They make your soul lighter. Saturday morning Kamran informed me that he had to bring in a French dish for extra credit. It had to be homemade. Crap.

So we decide on cheesecake. After looking up recipes we found a nice easy one and went to the store to buy the very expensive ingredients that we would need. We had a nice time mixing and baking but when the cake came out, the cookie crumbs surrounding it had burned. We also had enough left over to make 12 cheesecake muffins. I tried picking off the cookies but lost all confidence when i realized that I could not tell if the cookies on the bottom were burnt. There was no way I was going to send that cake in.



So on to plan B. Mousse. Easy. So I went back to the store to purchase items needed for the mousse. Just inside the door I saw a cheesecake, plain and rough around the edges. Hmmmm, with a little chocolate sauce and some strawberries...I might be able to pass that off as my own. Crumble some cookies on top...repackage it in something else...

Think they will buy it?

An ever growing list of things that irritate, irk, or generally piss me off:

• Drivers that block the right turning lane when they are turning left. Move over a little, will ya?
• Blogger image uploader. Why can't they place the picture where my cursor was. Why does it always have to go to the top so I have to move it around? And how about letting us upload more than one picture at a time? (but thanks for being free Blogger).
  
• Channels that allow their commercials to be 2,000 decibels louder than the program you are watching.
  
• Late charges
• Filling up my tank of gas. I am almost to the point that I need to take out a loan to do it.
• Kids who lie...and think I am too stupid to see though it.
• Other people's children when they can't/won't control them.
• Stupid people. They're everywhere.
• Having to repeat things for my husband because he can not pay attention.
• Bills
• Having to take medicine daily to function.
• being far away from my Sister.
• being too damn poor to be able to fly to see her.
• Lack of money
• laundry
• Boys who couldn't hit the toilet to save their lives.
• And don't flush.
• The way the kids leave their clothes behind the bathroom door EVERYTIME they take a shower.
• Having to remind them to brush their teeth. It has only been like 13 years...
• Cooking dinner. What is the point? No one likes it anyway.
• Toys everywhere, all the time.
• A back talking teen.





• My husband assuming I am "in the mood" after dealing with a sick 3 year old all day. Get a blow up doll already!
• Night thunder storms. If I wanted strobe lights (lightening) then I would go to Spencers and buy one.
• Having to squeeze my fat ass into a terrified 3 years old bed and wait out a 1 1/2 storm.
  
• Having a fat ass. How much bigger could this thing possibly get?

And that brings me to a new idea. Why does healthy food taste like crap? Why does bad food have to taste so damn good? I have an idea for a new diet invention and if you want to steal it and give me part of the credit, (and money) then go ahead.

Last night I needed to take a Lunesta to sleep. This is by far the worst tasting thing I have ever had in my mouth (no jokes about other things I may have had in my mouth). It is a cross between an aspirin, Ear wax, and a battery. It is worse than prednisone and that was really bad. On top of the nasty taste when you take the pill, it remains the next morning. Sometimes longer. Everytime you drink something, you taste it.

So, why not make a diet pill that turns sugar and bad fat into something that taste bad. All these top doctors say we eat from emotion and I have explored that but I really believe that i eat because it taste good. So if it tasted bad... You following my logic here?

Would you eat donuts in the morning if it tasted like underarms? How about french fries that taste like your husbands socks..after he wore them to the gym? It would be tricky to create but what an idea. Even better than my baby bottle dishwasher that hooks up to your sink. I am a freakin genius.

BTW, Zain got into All-City choir. he is so excited and we are proud of him.

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