Blech

Sometimes I like being the lazy girl and letting other people take the lead. Sometimes I get tired of feeling like I have to drive every ship.
Mom and dad's 40th anniversary is coming up in November.
It's Party Time.
We usually go to Arkansas right then too. If Rose and fam are coming to town for that, then does it make sense for us to go there for Thanksgiving?
I have to decide.
And we need to send out invitations. And find a place. It's so freaking EXPENSIVE everywhere- except for Woodlake Nature Center, but because this is one hell of an alcoholic nation we live in, we certainly will pay MUCH more money to go somewhere else, somewhere that drinks are allowed at. I'm tired and don't know what to do or where to do it or how much to ask Michelle and Rose to pay.
Guess what! That doesn't matter. It's time to get this shit going. Blech.
And CJ needs his eyes checked. Still. Mommy of the Year!
Cullen snipped at me about not wanting to get my hair cut. It was almost funny.. he said "So you think that just putting a few highlights in your hair cured your itch? It didn't. I know better. You need to do something else SOON before all hell breaks loose." HAHAHAHA. Right.
Chuckie, Julia, Samantha, Payten and Jordan are all smushed together on the couch and they are completely adorable.
Looking at houses doesn't help because I don't want to buy a house. We need a new van. I need a RV. Maybe I need to swing from a trapzee? Maybe flying through the air would scare me and make me FEEL something on the inside. Barnicles. If anyone knows what will cure what ails me every now and then please let me know. Maybe I need to make a gourmet dinner for someone and bring it. A bottle of wine, homemade bread and Cullen's kick ass speghetti? That sounds nice. I DON'T EFFING KNOW. Life would be much easier if I knew. Where's Bono to sing my life's theme song? "She still hasn't found, what she's looking for..." Just so you know, if it was true and I got to carry around a little music thing with me, that played music for my every emotion and day, you'd sadly and probably disgustedly find that 99% of it is 80's/early 90's. Interlaced with that, of course, is my 40's music, because I was born in the wrong decade.
Go ahead and laugh and roll your eyes.
DDF likes it. He dances with me. :)
Is it a wonder that I'm not locked up somewhere???