Another week has come and gone and looking back I have no idea where it went.
I don't like
Twitter's new re-tweet function cause I can't add comments to it.
My daughter colored on my dining room chair not once but twice. With me sitting next to her completely oblivious. Not good.
My son starts wrestling practice next week. He says he wants to do it. We'll see. I'm still not sure he gets it.
Is it really Thanksgiving next week???
Does that mean Christmas is really next month???
Speaking of Christmas, my father is completely done shopping for my mom. Thanks to me. You're welcome, Pop.
I plan to upgrade to the
Blackberry Storm 2 sometime before the end of the year. I just hope I can get used to and actually LIKE the whole touch screen thing.
Karissa has started prefacing things with happy - i.e. happy cake, happy cows, etc.
I had the school counselor talk to my son about his sudden fears of being left, the dark, etc. I have been informed that everything he's going through is normal and that Dave and I are doing what we need to do to help him through this phase. Someone remind me of this at 3:00 AM when I wake up with a 60 pound little boy sleeping sideways in my bed with his feet in my back.
I have daydreams of doing NOTHING and loving every stinking minute of it.
I need coffee.
Starbucks would be perfect.
Every time I think I'm caught up with work my boss calls, texts or emails me.
The house in Minnesota is still on the market. Still no offers. Yet, according to the realtor, it's showing well and getting positive feedback. What the heck?
My van is acting up AGAIN (read: still). If I had the money I'd so trade it in for something else. It's annoying me. And scaring me. No one likes to be driving down the interstate at 70 MPH in the fog and rain to have their vehicle sputtering, shakin and misfiring with the engine light flashing.
And with that, my phone just reminded me that I need to make a call for my boss. Now. I'm out.