The Road to Hell...

   Is paved with the best intentions. Have you ever heard that phrase before? I am living proof that it is true. Today, I had every intention of doing it all. I had planned to work out, clean the bathrooms, do some laundry, and some general house work. So far, I have accomplished having lunch, changing the shower curtain and taking a short nap.
   Oh and this blog as well. I had three and a half hours before the kids got home from school, and it just isn't looking good. It is raining and that has really dampened my spirits. Hahaha, wasn't that a clever quip?
   In all reality, I am still wanting to get a lot done today and this whole week really. But, it just seems so daunting. I hate cleaning in general, but I really hate cleaning up other people's messes. For instance, my husbands bathroom is just gross. I guess it is because it is a man's space, but I really hate doing it. Oh well, it must be done, and to prevent any sickness in the family, I will bleach the hell out of it.

I'll make you like your brother

   Work has been quite busy lately and some major changes have occurred in my life. For that reason I have been a terrible blogger as of late. I apologize. Especially to my few loyal readers. With that...
   My children have been fighting like mad lately. It has taken everything in my power not to bang their heads together. Doesn't matter where we are, what we are doing, or even if one of them is asleep, they just can't seem to quit screaming at each other.
   I am sure Spring Break doesn't exactly help the situation either. Now they get to spend every blissful moment together, morning noon and night. I am ready to scream myself.
   I took them to the store for a "quick trip" the other day. Just walking down the isle while I picked up a few things was too hard for them. "She is stepping on me," whined one. While the other complained that he was looking at her wrong. I actually made them stop and hug each other for 60 seconds right in front of the cold cuts and cheese. It worked, for about 3 minutes before they started in on it again.
   I have come to the conclusion that the only way I can bring any sort of harmony into my home, is to be less of a sinner. Today, after going to the park to run off some steam, they get back into the car and start complaining about that one never helps the other out. I, and I can't believe I am about to confess this, got out a church CD and put it on. Hymns filled the car, and for the first time in 5 days, there was peace.
   It brought back memories of my mom singing "Love At Home," whenever we were fighting. Can't believe I went there.

Dangerous Liasons

   I recently began doing some work in a new office space. I have my own desk, a heater, and a place to put pictures if I want to. I also have a liquor store right across the street. Could be a hindrance for productive work.
   Good thing the desk doesn't have big drawers, only the small ones that pens fit into. But after work...Watch out. I am quite excited for the prospect. :)

Programming Error

   I am getting ready to start a new-ish part time job. The prospect is very VERY exciting. However, I have to spend a great deal of time learning new software. Ugh!!
   I consider myself to be computer savvy, but it does make me nervous. Not only do I get to learn the program, I have to do so with my boss looking over my shoulder the whole time. That is the part that gets to me. I don't particularly care to have someone watch me learn something. I hated being taught to cook and sew and knit by my mother. I guess it makes me feel a bit judged.
   Once I am comfortable with it all, it won't be so bad. I just wish I could sit and learn it all on my own. I do better when I have time to manipulate things and play around to figure it all out. I will do it his way, and I will smile. After all, he is paying me.

Hot Dog!

   So today I decided to try an old mall favorite. When I was a child, my mom took us to Hot Dog on a Stick a couple of times. I remember how much I loved the cheese on a stick. So I was in the mall today doing a bit of shopping when I came upon the stripey uniformed employees and thought to myself, "That sounds so good."
   Not really. The cheese burned my lip, and it wasn't so tasty. Some things from our youth should be left in the past. The memory of certain things is better than actually reliving it. Ugh.

Walk-In's Not Accepted

   As an adult, I expect a certain amount of privacy. As a mother, I don't get any. Ever since my children were born, they have had the idea that walking in any room without knocking, is their inalienable right. Door can be closed, and yet, it is still not a signal enough to keep out.
   It used to not bother me too much. They were young and I didn't feel like they would be significantly damaged if they saw their own mother in a semi state of undress. But now that they are getting older themselves, I feel like this is something they should not be aware of any longer. I don't want them having the wrong idea of what a naked female is supposed to look like. No woman is born with these stretchmarks, saggy old and used breasts and cellulite.
   Unfortunately, my children have yet to catch on to the fact that a closed door means "knock". I am beginning to believe that they have no manners at all. Just today, I was in the bathroom when my daughter bursts in. "Out!!!" I cried, and she responds with , "We are both girls, so it's ok mom."
   How do I stop this? Locks I suppose.

The finished INK

   Well yesterday I went and had the tattoo done. I went in with the idea of a small lilly on my hip. But after talking with the artist and telling him what I wanted, he drew up a gorgeous design with three lillies. I fell in love. It is pretty big though.
   I was a bad ass. I brought in one of my closest friends to witness this act (and also to hold my hand if needed). I didn't cry, flinch or pass out. The artist, Jon, at Anchor Ink in SLC, UT, was amazing. He was professional and easy going. The shop was clean and I really did like the atmosphere. So here is the finished product. Obviously red from being brand new, but I am very pleased.