OK Here's the real thang

OK, so here it is, One More Saturday Night (The Dead)and what am I doing? Hmm, hanging out with my bestest friend. Yup, that's right, Kelly. The girl at McDonald's thinks we are a couple. We left as the police were pulling up. We didn't do it. Not even sure what it was.

Today was again, Kelly comes to Claire's and cleans the pigsty. Jessie's room. She also did the bathroom without a Hazmat suit. I am very impressed. She is now under observation. No lie. She also brought cake. She has lost all vestiges of sanity. Big word just for Nate.

See that black cat, she is terrified of mylar balloons. She is also afraid of air and everything else, but she is not afraid of Noah. If you have ever heard Trent's story about mylar balloons and burning cars, you will understand why it is so funny. The cat was trying to hide in the microwave but Kelly wouldn't open the door. I say cook the kitty. Not sure how that all ties in together but it works in my head.

By the way, Kelly is a-ok. She wanted me to let everyone know that she is doing great just doesn't have time to blog, Betty.

Does everyone know, Trent got a Facebook. LOL

I know that I started this with some kind of point but it has become pointless. I am not sure what the point was. Pig is throwing stuff at me and Kelly is encouraging her. We were trying to understand why Noah calls me Mommy and my son Daddy and Kelly Grandma. It is a Kentucky thing I guess. No offense meant. Right.

If anyone is interested, I have decided to take time off from school. It's all Kelly's fault. Not really, she just helped me set my priorities. I realized that working full-time and going to school full-time is like working two jobs with not a lot of time for my children. I think that my priority right now needs to be them. There will be plenty of time later to do school, besides I like my job and make decent money and have lots of flexibility in my schedule. My daughter was quite excited to find out that I would be more available to spend time with her without trying to do tons of homework. Besides I am tired, really tired.

If anyone is interested in teaching my son how to parallel park please contact me. He tells me that I stress him out so I try not to talk when he is driving, but that has problems too. Like me squealing when we get too close to the curb, stuff like that. Jessie yelling "are we gonna die?" doesn't help either. We have issues. Same difference. I hate those two words.

Someone, not naming names, is working on a Sunday School lesson, and in the words of Noah, "That's inappropriate." Not sure what they teach in that class, but I don't think that my class could handle it. I am pretty sure that Trent couldn't handle it in SALT. It might be funny to see him try.

Peace out man!