Naturally... Dang you Murphy!!

So I held out blogging and as soon I start my stupid computer crashes!!
It's MAC's Fault! I finally, after again holding out, upgraded to Lion on my Mac and as many people have reported it crashed many of my systems including my browsers. I am only typing this because I am able to OCCASIONALLY get on with a crash and get crap done. I want to sacrifice much of Mac higher up's to the Lions at this point after all the heck I have gone through trying to restore my comp. I kinda hate them right now... Any who... don't want leave this post mad... I am at the most joyous time of the year.. THE CHRISTMAS TIME IS UPON ME AND US... IT is the The Most WoNderful Time OF the Year... I Love This Time

The Right Smell On A Man...

I walked passed a guy, or rather he walked passed me, today in the grocery store who SMELLED SO GOOD!! Wow!! You ever smell someone who smells just right. It wasn't the guy. I was his smell. It didn't hurt that he then was dressed in a very well groomed suit and of course chose excellent shoes. I mean, shoes are everything when it boils down to it. You can really fuck up an entire outfit with the wrong shoes. ANyway,.. He smelled so good he gave me boner... mmmm I can still smell him now.

The Morning Routine...

The morning routine has always been chaotic at best. It always starts with me getting cereal to the tune of at least one of the two of them saying how gross or awful or unfair their choice is. Next, being of exact opposite morning style they fight. One is crabby and sleepy the other wide-awake and perky. The teeth brushing, getting dressed, hair brushing, shoes, socks, and getting organized to get out the door is a mad slurry much like Warner Brothers Tasmanian devil, except there are two of them, but they are usually just as fighting mad at least at each other, and if for some crazy not each other they pick me that morning. Why waste a chance to be pissed in the morning right? This year has changed in that the husband has been put into the mix. He gets to go in later and therefore help out. He does. He deflects some of their anger and unfortunately therefore gets my frustration for them, right before setting out for his long day, lucky fella!

They all get out the door. Usually after the little one has done three unnecessary tasks, such as water plants, find an old marble she lost three weeks ago, and gone off looking for a yellow crayon she just has to have RIGHT NOW. So they are now late. I also never forget to get my kisses and hugs. I always get at least three extra kisses and four extra hugs given from the little one, no matter how pissed she was earlier. I finally settle in to my computer and my coffee… and the little ones left behind lunch bag that I will have to drive to the school personally