If only you were inside my head....

So, it has been a little while since I last posted. I have so many things I want to share but so little time to do it. I should really, really be sleeping right now since GW just went back down, but here I sit....blogging about lack of sleep ;0)

I have had a few people tell me that not only are they reading my blog, but that they are laughing out loud at it. To them, I say THANK YOU! Thank you for taking the time to read it and thank you for understanding my sense of humor. It is slightly quirky and sometimes a little brutal, but I am nothing if not honest. As I have said before, my life is and always has been, an open book. Well literally now that I am blogging all about it. So, read it if you dare.

I am thinking that maybe I should have added a thorough disclaimer before my first post. It may be a little late now, but here it is...

I sit down and start typing away exactly as my thoughts occur to me. I do not give them any deliberation before I start typing nor (Yes, Jess and Court, I actually use the word nor in my head :) do I proofread or edit depending on what I want to say. I just type, type, and type. If it makes sense, good, if you can follow it, great, if you enjoy it, even better.

A couple of  friends ( you know who you are, dears) told me that they could tell from reading that I wrote this just as it came to me AND that they liked it that way. Score! That reading the posts is like carrying on a conversation with me. (Which I think of as hard to follow, rambling, and theatrical. He he ) If it is hard to follow, I apologize. I do get off on tangents very badly. Chuck has been known to say "Ok, get to the point, Shana" quite often. Then he has to remind me exactly what point I was trying to make to begin with by retelling me the last thing I said that actually relates to the story. Sometimes I can reel it back in but other times it is lost in the inner workings of my mind. I have to say, if my mind was an actual place, it could be quite scary. Very cluttered and disorganized with bits and pieces flying around everywhere.

Wow...Tonight must be a bad night because I stopped to picture it for a minute and now I really can't remember what point I was trying to make in the beginning........Where's Chuck to refresh my memory when I need him?

Ah yes, I remember now. I wanted to let all of my faithful readers (All 5 of you, one being my own Mother) know that I have a sarcastic and occasionally harsh sense of humor but rarely do I mean the things I say. Occasionally, yes. However, when I say that my kids hate me when they don't sleep, I don't mean it.  Alright honestly, rarely do I mean it.  I can't really think of any good examples right now since I am pretty much asleep already but I am sure you have read some and know what I am talking about. In all seriousness, I love and adore my children and the Hubs. I only occasionally want to run away and even then I am fairly certain I would come back after a day or two. Three at most.

While I am up and at it I should fill y'all in on this past week. Lawson had T-ball practice on Tuesday and Chuck is the T-ball coach. I am not sure who had more fun out of the two. Chuck is in his element. He truly loves kids and is so excited to be out there joining in on the fun.
Wednesday I went and watched The Hunger Games....I have mixed feelings about it. For the most part I really liked it but as all books that are made into movies do, it disappointed me as well. They are just never as good.

Tuesday night after T-ball we were bathing the boys and Garrison decided to get a cup full of dirty bath water and chug it. Ewww!  Lawson, being the Big Brother who up until probably a month or two ago did the exact same thing, sternly says "Garrison, don't drink the bath water. It has booty in it."
Well, he was right, wasn't he? Two booties to be precise.

MUST GO TO SLEEP NOW....will spill more later.

My sons make me laugh on a daily basis
My cup runneth over
~Shana~