Cute Fireman, sushi, and The Hindenburg

It is Tuesday. The Tuesday before Thanksgiving. That means Christmas is tomorrow. So I hope you are ready. What I wouldn't give to have the perception of time that my kids do....like my son who just said and snowball hours. To him that is equivalent of 2 hours. I wonder what a snowman is then?......

I just spent four days organizing and cleaning this house so my husband could spend two days making the house look like I have done nothing. Not quite sure why I put this in random thoughts. I can make a full story out of this.

I think my dreams of homeschool are over. I thought I was smart, but then my hubby started talking about the Hindenburg and I got confused because I had it stuck in my head that it was a nuclear weapon. I blame it on the fact that I spent yesterday in a partially opened garage while I did some spray painting. Oops.

I finally have a RTT where I am not angry. Tired, hungry, overwhelmed and a little nostalgic, but not angry. I am sure I will be tomorrow. My baby is one. My house is a mess. My son mimicks me every time I turn around and I am not looking very good on this side. And I have celebrated another anniversary of my 29th. Oh yeah, and I am less done with Christmas shopping than I thought. As I sit here watching my daughter throw her petite little body on the floor and raise her legs to slam her little heels into the floor.....I am thinking that is an AWESOME way to relieve some tension!

Really, what is the difference between mashed and smashed potatoes? Recently it seems I am running into a lot of smashers out there. That gives me a visual of throwing a potato up against a wall. Mashing just seems so much more appropriate.

Why is it good food is like sex? When you aren't getting any, you don't crave it all THAT much. But the second you get a nibble...the craving for more is almost overwhelming. I got spoiled for my birthday with all-you-can-eat sushi and the Cheesecake factory, and now Macaroni and Cheese just ain't cuttin it.

There is absolutely nothing cuter than a little fireman wearing only his underwear and fire hat riding his little firetruck. I am talking about my son for those of you who immediately thought of the latest fireman calendar.

Oprah has me addicted to the MSNBC show Locked Up. Now I can make my own pruno and white lightening. Wait, no I can't. I can't afford the fresh fruit that they get daily.

Now see, it is thoughts like that which can make me angry. So instead I am taking my ball and going home folks.

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