Merry Christmas!

We had a big dinner party with Tom's family on Christmas Eve day. Then my parents came for the night. My Dad and I went to a Christmas Eve service at the Unitarian Church...the church is a beautiful white church that has been there in the center of town since the 1600's. Very old New England. It was basically all carols and everyone holding lit candles at the end. It totally rocked. My kind of church. 

The boys are asleep finally. Poor Jack could not get to sleep. He was so excited and frustrated that he couldn't sleep. Everything is all set downstairs...I even have the coffee maker set up to turn on by itself in the morning. Well, I didn't do that. Tom did. He's good like that:)

We have another batch of people coming over tomorrow. My sisters and their husbands and my neice, Samantha. We will have another big rib roast dinner and eat lots of cheesecake and pie.

Then, if that is not enough...my brother and his wife are flying in Friday around 4:30pm and will be at my parents house that night for another Christmas party with all my family (again...God help me. I love them...but it is a little overkill.) My brother was supposed to come to my house on Christmas Eve, but the day he was going to leave, pipes burst in their house. They live in a huge historic building in Pennsylvania...I think it used to be a church or a convent or something like that. They have three floors and on the third floor, which they kept unheated, pipes burst and left quite a bit of damage. I am just glad they are able to come at all. They will only be here for the weekend.

Oh, I will for sure be back on eating more clean after all this holiday hullaballoo. I know this mindless eating is making me feel tired and sluggish (along with lack of sleep.) I am not going to fret about what I am eating for another day and then get back to menu planning and tracking my food and water. 

Have a wonderful day today!! I have to go to sleep because my boys will be up at the crack of dawn.

No School...Again

So for the third time this week, school was cancelled due to the weather. Winter hasn't even officially started and these poor kids have already used 4 snow days. They are totally screwed and will be in school in July.

What the hell happened to us New Englanders? When did we become wimps with the weather? The superintendent of the schools cancelled school yesterday during school for the next day because we were getting a snow storm in the afternoon. The snow started around 1:45 pm today. What the bloody hell? 

Don't get me wrong...I love snow days. Love them. I love to have the surprise day home with kids, cozy on the couch, watching movies and having hot cocoa. But 4 snow days in 6 days...a week before Christmas? No, not so much. I would rather be wrapping presents and cleaning freaking toilets. Yay.

Oh My Sweet Jesus...

Do you have an hour to read my previous post?!

Rambly Shambly Style

I know I have not been around for a while. So much is going on and I have been so tired at night that I have been falling asleep really early. On the couch. 

The ice storm really wreaked havoc on our little part of the world. So many people still don't have power. Trees are down everywhere. Some towns have closed down their schools until January. Not our school thankfully. BUT this kids have not had school since last Thursday. Well, they did have school on Tuesday...the day I work for free at the school so I could not get anything done at home. Then we had a little snowstorm so they closed again today. The boys have been great, but it is not as easy to get stuff done with them home. I really need to start wrapping presents for them as I am not going to have any time later. 

So here's the deal with what has been going on:

Friday, the day after the ice storm, with no power and everything a big mess, we happened to have matinee tickets for the Boston Ballet's Nutcracker at the Opera House. Now there was no way we were going to miss that. Believe me, we nearly did. Everything was going against us. All I can say is thank God I took a shower the night before so I was slightly presentable. Really. It had been days since I took a shower and I was going to just take one Friday morning, but at the last minute I decided to take one the night before. I had just had my hair cut and colored the day before so it was reasonable looking. 

We are driving past electrical wires and downed trees everywhere, trying to find a place for a cup of coffee to have on the way in to Boston. I was dying, man. I really love my coffee. I started out as a snob, not wanting to go to a Dunkin' Donuts because I hate their coffee. Didn't matter because the lines were 20 and 30 people deep. Seriously. Tom's says he can wait until we get to Boston. I just looked at him like "I can not do that." Finally get some coffee...if I had an intravenous needle, I would have shot it up. 

Then when we got to the outskirts of the city in Newton, Murphy says his belly doesn't feel good. I say 'maybe you need something to eat.' Um, no. That is not it at all. Major barfing going on...with my quick thinking, I empty the lunch bag filled with snacks and hand it to him to throw up in. Jack is next to him with a horrified expression and a few smarmy comments. There is not much vomit on Murphy because of my little lunch bag save (for the record, I threw the lunch bag out. Totally not worth cleaning.) We don't know what to do. We are an hour from home. We are practically at the place. Do we stay or do we go home? Murphy says he feels a little better. It had to have been car-sickness, not an actual stomach bug (which would have been nasty and embarrassing if he had done this inside of the Opera House.) We decide to try to go still. We are now running really late, but hell, we have come this far. We miss the first part of the show, but I am so glad we went. It was a beautiful theater. The music was great. At first, Tom and I thought we should go to the Nutcracker every year as a tradition...but by the end of the performance, I realized that we are not a ballet family. We need more singing and dancing. It was really bizarre to be seated in front of two moms and their girls who were hooting "whhoooo whhooo" to parts of the ballet like they were at a sporting event. Bizarre. Plus, here I was so careful to have none of us make any noise....I unwrapped a bunch of Werther toffees for the boys before we got into the show so I would not make a peep and these chit-chattering moms had a box of Whoppers going behind us. Tom and I were totally cracking up. You have to realize that we were not at the local High School production. We were at the Boston Ballet.

Here's what else is going down:  With one week until Christmas, Tom and I thought that now would be the perfect time to do a little home renovations. Yes. Let's strip wallpaper from the mud room and back stairway. Let's patch up the walls of this 100+ year old house. Oh, hey, that's been fun...rip up that rust carpet on the back stairs. Oooh...let's see what's under that. Nice wood stairs with a few coats of totally LEADED paint. Oh look, there are five million hard staples on the stairs. Well, we got to get rid of those. All the while, the kids are home because school keeps getting cancelled. Then in the middle of it all I decide that the boys and I will make my super delicious thumbprint butter cookies and some sugar cookies. Just let me rinse the lead dust off my hands. I decide to double the recipe in hopes that I can bag a few dozen to give to the garbage man, postman, a neighbor who gave me his latest poetry book...the cookies keep coming out totally flat. WTF is going on? They taste good, but are not fit for gift giving. They are too thin and crispy and would crumble on contact. Then I realize that we doubled everything in the recipe except the flour. Crap. I tried to add flour, but I got greedy, wanting to get as much out of this batch as I could with what batter was left so I added way too much flour and I baked a bunch of tasteless white rocks. If there is too much flour in a cookie, it doesn't lightly brown like it would if there was a proper amount of butter. I just learned that. 

Oh, that's right, so this is all going on and we will all of Tom's family coming on Christmas Eve day for a sit down dinner. That's 11 of us total. And then later that day, my parents and my brother and his wife will be coming for dinner and staying over. Then Christmas day my sisters and their families are coming. We will have 13 total that day for dinner and presents, etc. So we HAVE to get this fucking work done. We have the entire mudroom contents in our dining room. We have tools, paint, bags of ripped up rug and tiny scraps of wallpaper everywhere. The house is in total disorder. Did I happen to mention that we are hosting two Christmas dinners?! I have five million presents to wrap and my house is complete disarray. 

Hmmm...what did I eat today? A small bowl of some really good for me cereal with a few banana slices. A latte. A bunch of cookies. A huge hot chocolate. A slice and a half of pizza. I feel dehydrated and gross. 

Last thing....want to know what I was most concerned about having an extended power failure? Not that the pump in the basement was not working so we had a foot of water. No, no, no. I was worried about the milk I had bought the day before. All $16 worth of organic milk. I have finally gone totally organic with the dairy. The milk cost is double, but I feel it is worth it for my kids. I guess even for me, too:) Okay, for Tom, too.

Ice Storm

We've had a major ice storm here in the northeast. Power outages, tons of trees and wires down. I will get back to posting later.

We are fine and have power back though.

All I care about is the coffee situation. I got coffee so all is good.

I painted my blog

I really want to do some painting around my house. 

This is easier.

My Yellow House

I do live in a yellow house. It's this one...

And here are the cows that got into my backyard...they live behind my house, but somehow got loose.

For some reason, the photo with the cows is at the top. I have spent way too much time trying to make it appear the way I intended. I now give up and post as is.

Here are photos from my 4oth birthday in November...

This gorgeous yellow house was the bed and breakfast that Tom and I stayed at in Woodstock, Vermont as a getaway for my birthday. My parents stayed with the boys at home and had a grand time playing Monopoly. My poor parents did not know better so my boys had them playing marathon games of Monopoly starting at 7:00 in the freaking morning...before they even had coffee. I told my parents there was no way in hell that I would have done that and that they are good people. We typically can't play that game (or any game) that long before a brawl starts between my boys. 

Here's my cake with Chanukah candles on it because we had no birthday candles. Yes, we have candles for a Menorah even though we are not Jewish and do not celebrate Chanukah. Just another weird thing about me. 

I have a beautiful Menorah and always intend to light the candles, but I am inconsistent and really don't have anything to say while doing it so I make up shit and it has not really captured my kids' attention because I don't know what the hell I am doing. I keep thinking I will come up with some cool tradition that requires lighting 8 or 9 days of candles...

I have not invented it yet.

Murphy was really concerned that we were using up all of the Chanukah candles and that we would not have enough for the Menorah. I told him not to worry and that I had another box of even cooler hand dipped multicolor candles to use for it this year. And it is true. Again, we don't even celebrate this holiday

This is me in Vermont outside some road side stand that had these stuffed animal herds of cows and sheep. This place was a little crazy...the guy who owns the place was cutting up fudge and selling it to these foolish tourists from New York while he smoked a cigarette. Only one photo was necessary here, but I have no idea how to delete photos once they are added onto a post. 

I spent a crapload of money at Whole Foods today...

It is so nice and quiet in the house right now. I am loving it. Everyone else is asleep.

How is it possible that I can't get myself going with writing a blog entry yet I could write a freaking novel in the comments?

I mean, I was just about to just state exactly what I did today and none of it was really overly interesting so who cares.  Well, actually, I did go to two of my favorite stores on the planet...the big Whole Foods in Cambridge and Susanna's, a funky clothing store in Porter Square (also in Cambridge.) Tom took the day off from work...he has a bunch of time he has to take off before the end of the year or he loses them. We dropped the boys off at school and went to civilization. I live an hour west of Boston. I am a former city girl who lives in a somewhat rural town. Rural for city people anyway. When mini herds of deer hang out across the street from your home and big ass beavers walk down your street during a big rainstorm, it's pretty fucking rural for me. So it is news for me when I get to go to Whole Foods. I will never get over the fact that I don't live within 10 minutes of one. I have always, and I mean always lived within a 5 minute drive or 10 minute walk of one. When I grew up in Wellesley, MA, there was a Bread & Circus just a walk away from my house...Bread & Circus turned into a Whole Foods at some point, but I actually still call them all Bread & Circus in real life.

Oh, hey, here's some good news about not being at one's ideal weight...you don't spend quite as much on clothes when you go into one of your absolute favorite stores. I have enough clothes in my closet that have gone unworn since I let myself go...my closet is like a store. 

I am really tired and have to go to Jack's basketball game at 8:30 am so I am going sign off now. 

I do want to say I do feel closer to getting myself on a more healthy track. I tried to jazz up that sentence with the addition of the word "healthy"...I am so sick of seeing myself write "back on track." Back on track...what the hell does that even mean anymore...just take it moment by moment. I do believe in that whole habit thing. Got to make it a habit. 

Alright, in the spirit of Mrs Furious, check-check.

The real Biggest Loser

I actually sobbed while watching the Biggest Loser last night. Sobbed. Tears streaming down my face. Everyone was in bed and I was up late watching it by myself (not like anyone ever watches it with me.)

I have such a good life. A good husband who is my best friend in the world. Two healthy, robust boys. We have a house, newer cars, food, the ability to pay our bills. There is nothing in the world that I need or want (well, I would love to be able travel.) The only thing I want is to be thinner. That's it. It's up to me completely and I don't do it. I let myself down time and time again. I know what it feels like to be thinner. I have a closet full of clothes that don't fit anymore. I even have a bunch of clothes with price tags still on because I would buy them in my old size.

I actually wrote the above post like 12 hours ago and never got to get back to it. I am just going to post it as is and unfinished because I have to get something up here.

I got nothing.

I kind of forgot I had a blog. 

We are are going to the local tree farm and tagging our tree today. Then next weekend we will come back and cut it down and bring it home. That's what do out here in the northeast. 

I can't believe we have not had any snow. I love, love, love snow. Although, I am not fully looking forward to ski season since I am not going to fit into my new ski jacket that I bought last March on sale because apparently 8 months is just not long enough for me to lose 10 freaking pounds. Also, I feel so fat and out of shape that I actually can not imagine myself put on all my winter shit and clunky ski boots and actually trying to maneuver my body down a mountain while also trying to keep up with my 2 boys who think they know how to ski, but really don't...if you can not stop yourself when going 50 miles an hour down a mountain, you don't know how to ski...Honestly, I don't know why I thought skiing as a family would be a good idea. Yup, let's drive 2 hours and put on freaking snow suits and big ass boots and carry around tons of shit that is inconveniently shaped (skis=very long) and drag children who complain about being tired after one run down the mountain and then spend $20 on candy at the overpriced candy store in the little village and then lug all the shit again back to car to drive 2 hours home. All the while, Tom bitterly mumbling about how we should never have bought the ski passes and that we all (me and the boys) basically suck (he does not actually say that, but I know what he's thinking.) 

So yeah, anyway, I love snow.

It's 1:00 AM

I am still up. I will certainly be tired in the morning. 

I'm hungry now, too, since I am up so late and I ate a salad and freaking squash for dinner. 

I do have to say it is so peaceful in the house at this time. My 3 boys are all sound asleep. There's no sound at all. Except for my typing, which is beginning to sound pretty annoying. 

I am off to bed finally. I will not check anything one more time;)

Out Shopping...

Well, online Christmas shopping actually. That's where I have been all night. 

God, I love being able to shop online. 

I did pretty well on the whole Just One Week thing with the Weight Watchers. I started the day fine, but it could have taken a turn for the worst when I opened the delicious bin of mini crispy chocolate chip cookies from Trader Joe's (I was prepping kids' lunches for the next day.) I did eat 2 servings of the cookies--2 separate occasions, not all at once like usual. BUT my dinner was a big salad with some boars head ham and chicken (2 ounces total) and a huge bowl of warm butternut squash (as is...just a sprinkle of salt.) It was totally satisfying and made up for the cookies. 

I am off to eat a skinny cow and try to get into bed before midnight. It has been so damn hard to get up in the morning lately. 

Just trying to figure out the whole adding photos to blog

There is no point to this photo. I was just checking out how you post photos.  I am still working on trying to put a photo or something next to my name for commenting.

This photo is of me and Murphy on the gondola at Stratton Mountain in Vermont. We were picking up our ski passes for this winter and thought it would be nice to take the gondola up the mountain and walk down. 

Nice, my ass. It was not a hiking trail, it was a freaking ski trail. It was pretty freaking steep and I decided not to wear my merrels, but wore a pair of Keen sandals like a jackass. I ended up with 2 huge fluid-filled blisters on my feet and actually went barefoot part of the way down. Tom was dying, too. Of course, my kids were like whatever and running down the MOUNTAIN...not cute, gently rolling hill, but mountain. 

When we got to the bottom, we walked over to the little village and fueled up on penny candy.

Murphy will never get allowance again

So I decided that I would take 25 cents away from Murphy's $3 a week allowance each time he uses a "bad" word...

His favorite bad words to use are ass and damn.  He lovingly tells me that he learned those words from either Tom or me when I reprimand him for using them. I think I used it once in front of him (well, it was in direct reference to him...hey, it was a tough moment near dinner time...he was being an ass and he and I actually both started laughing our asses off after I said it) and now he has taken complete ownership of the word.  Thankfully, he knows not to use those words at school. He saves it all for me;) Well, he does not use the word at me...he usually uses it in reference to his older brother when they are fighting over something like 'he's sitting too close to me on the couch' or some other horrible thing.

So as of this morning, I had put 5 checks on a chalkboard with his name above them to represent each quarter that will be taken away. And this was after making up the rule that every time Dad (Tom) or I use a swear word that we erase one of Murphy's checks. I was trying to help the kid out.

Murphy is extremely smart, absolutely hilarious and has a super cute speaking voice. And he likes to use the word ass at 7 years old. What are ya gonna do?

Putting it out there

Okay, what is the deal with me? I put on 40 pounds over the last few years and though I hate being this overweight, I do not commit to losing the weight. I want to lose the weight, but not enough to stay away from the cookies or whatever else is hanging around the house. Why am I bringing this stuff in the house anyway? Why do I feel the need to eat all of the sweets that I can't or won't control myself around? 

Way back in 2003, I lost 45 pounds. I had a 3 year old and a 1 1/2 year old at the time. I was so committed to losing the weight and getting back to me. The 45 pounds were from 2 pregnancies back to back, those extra 10 pounds I needed to lose prior to getting pregnant and then all of the Ben & Jerry's I ate that first year with 2 babies...breastfeeding did not melt the pounds away as a friend told me it would. Then again, I was depressed and stressed that first year with the two kids. We got ready to move across the state (again...the first time being when my first child was born), unbeknownst to me at the time, my oldest had a severe speech disorder so I was stressed about his development, I was totally sleep deprived and all the regular stuff that goes on in life with little ones. I ate my emotions. 

Anyway back to the losing weight in 2003. I felt so good about myself. I was in control of myself and my life...just this small portion of my life, but still. It's hard to be in complete control of everything when you have small children. I felt like a better mother and things were not easy with my children. The worry and stress I had about Jack, my oldest, and his speech disorder was so hard on me. And Murphy, well, that child brings out the very best and the absolute worst in me. I would have needed to be blogging back then to put it all into words. No time for that right now...plus, I am supposed to be talking about my weight. 

I kept the weight off for a couple of years before I just let myself go. It was a stressful time. We thought we were relocating across the country (I am in the northeast and we were going to be moving to Seattle...about as far from us as you can go.) My husband had talked me into getting a freaking puppy. I could go on and on, but really, I am so off point here. I ate whatever I wanted and lots of it. Lots of sugar. I gradually gained a few (well, 10 pounds) in a month's time. I thought, no problem, I can get that off. But you know, I never committed to losing the weight and gradually I gained more weight...until it reached 40 pounds. I can hardly believe it.

I know what to do to lose weight. Eat less, move more. I know that I need to change habits. I just don't do it. Well, I do it for a short time, but never long enough to get momentum on the weight loss. I also am hypothyroid so my metabolism is sluggish. But really that is no excuse. I was exercising 4 to 5 days a week for an hour. I was eating well most of the time. But I was not really losing any weight. It was and is so frustrating. I know in order for me to lose weight, I can only eat about 1200-1350 calories a day and need to exercise most days. I have talked to my doctor about this. I just have not committed to it. I want to commit to this plan, I just don't do it. 

I actually cried a little today when I watched the Biggest Loser and Colleen was talking about how her life has changed, etc. I want to change my life...the way I feel about myself. I know I don't do certain things because of my weight. I'm just so disappointed in myself. 

All gone

There are no more Newman-O's. 

And they did not go in the trash. 

You can find my blog...

in the comments sections of other people's blogs. 

Cuz that is apparently how I roll.

Oh shit, I forgot about the groceries sitting on the kitchen floor...

so tired

I am too tired to write anything and tomorrow I am at my kids' school all day volunteering. 

Now that is uninteresting, Mrs F! 

Who knew...I'd start a blog and suddenly have nothing to say. Oh, it's in there. I just have not had the right amount of time to write.

Trader Joe's Chocolate Croissants

I love you so...

That Darn Cat

My cat, Ruby, stole one of the Trader Joe's Chocolate Croissants I had put out to rise overnight. That bitch.

Happy Birthday to Me

The end of a decade. My 30's are done. Weird. 

The last 10 years went by so quickly. It was the decade of having babies, breastfeeding, running after toddlers, preschool, waving goodbye to my kindergarteners and the whole being a mom of little kids. All I wanted was a break during this time. I actually enjoyed being sick with a stomach bug once because it meant I could lie in bed guilt free and that I did not have to be responsible for anything or anybody. 

Now I have a 7 year old and an almost 9 year old. They have a whole life outside of me. I don't know what they are doing at all times like when they were younger...I only know what they tell me and what I scavenge from other moms who have kids in their class. Usually girls. It's been my experience that the little girls tell their moms more about everything going on in the classroom than the boys do. Thankfully, I have lots of mom-friends that have girls.

Forty seemed so old when I was a kid. Now I am 40. I don't feel old. Sometimes I don't feel old enough to have kids. 

Another dream deferred

I was supposed to lose 20 pounds before ski season started because I bought a new ski jacket last spring that was way too tight. 

Shopping for Momma's gift

Tom took the boys out shopping for my birthday present. What a riot. I can't wait to see what they choose. Murphy was trying to make me guess what he wanted to buy me. He said it started with an "s-t-and u"...hmmmm....looks like he is going to pick out a stuffed animal for me. He could just go shopping for one in his huge bin of unused stuffed animals. I mean, really.

Jack was too thrilled to think that he was going to get to go into Toysrus. Murphy was like "dude, we are not going to Toysrus, we are going to a women's store." Jack's like "yeah, but if we are really good, we can go to Toysrus after." At least he has a goal.

I told them to get a me a cake at Trader Joe's. There are so many delicious sounding sweets in the freezer section and I never ever will buy them. I just pick the boxes up and look at the fat and calorie content. I say fuck it this time. It's for my birthday. They better pick out something good though. Oh shit, I should have them call me when they get there to consult. 

Just a bitchin' rant

It was totally pouring rain during the field trip--all outside field trip--today. Then I had to drive 2 1/2 hours back home in the rain, in the dark, on 3 different highways during rush hour. I am exhausted and really cranky and annoyed tonight. There's been all sorts of weird shit going on in Murphy's class (totally unrelated to Murphy) and I am a room parent and seem to be a mediator for it all. Thankfully one of the nutbag moms just took her son out of the class and is sending him back to his old school (where she had pulled him because she didn't like the teacher at that school. Red flag.)...long story short, she was driving several towns over to have her kid in our school...she used her in-laws' address to do this, then she complained incessantly about the "quality of the work coming home." Um, this is freaking 1st grade. Plus, she was illegally going to the school. And to top it all off, she was a little bit crazy. Possibly a lot crazy. This mom sent me an email Tuesday night saying that her son will no longer be going to our school anymore. Well, I don't know if I was more happy about that or about Obama being our next president. Seriously.  I was fucking elated.  

Swear to God, I have been attracting all the crazy people lately. There's been other stuff going on, too, but now I am paranoid that this other whack job mom will somehow find this blog and know I think that she is nuts, too. I have decided it is easier to give nutty moms the warm brush, rather than be completely honest about how I feel about them since our kids go to the same school. And really I don't want to work it out with this mom. She definitely has issues, but is one of those people who thinks that everyone else around her is doing her wrong. Oh my God, that sounds like me right now. Honestly, I am the one sane, normal person right now. That doesn't happen often, but it is the case this time. Even my husband thinks so this time and he'd be the first to call me out.

Back to complaints...Tom and I are supposed to go away for one night this weekend to Vermont for my upcoming 40th birthday. My parents are coming to watch the kids. The drag is that I have so much preparation for them to come and do this for us, that it just doesn't feel worth it. I don't know if I just think my parents are incapable of taking care of themselves or what (yet, I feel secure with them watching my children.Hmm...) I am making lunch and dinner for them for Saturday. Not for my kids, but for my parents. My kids won't eat what I am making and I know they will happily eat whatever else is there. Plus it is one day. They can feed them a bowl of candy for dinner and I'd be fine. 

In addition, it is going to rain all day on Saturday. Normally, I don't mind rain. I kind of like a rainy day, but after spending 8 fucking hours outside in it with a bunch of 8 year olds and no coffee, it just pisses me off to think it is going to rain on our one day away. I wanted to be outside, maybe hike a mountain, drink a latte on a park bench or just not get wet. I just feel cranky and want to feel sorry for myself over something stupid. I know how lucky I am. I never forget it. It's the not so fully recovered Catholic in me. I feel guilty for even writing that.

I am so tired. Better go climb into the bottom bunk in my son's room. Hey, at least he's out of MY bed;)

This Blog is on hold until next week...

It is totally lame right now. I just have no time until after this weekend to jazz this blog up. I am going on a field trip tomorrow all day (9-5:30) with Jack's class to Plimouth Plantation. Then I have my parents coming for the weekend. I am so excited I finally put a blog up, but now I feel like a lame ass because I have left it in a state of nothingness. I mean, c'mon, I call the blog The Dirty Pig Chronicles, but put no explanation as to why. It has to do with my youngest son, Murphy...of course. And another proud parenting moment.

Obama!!!!!!!

I am so happy right now.  So freaking happy.

And so it begins...

I figure I blogged enough on other blogger's comment pages so it was time to set up my blog. 

I have no direction in this blog...just whatever is going on. More to come soon! But now I need to make lunch for my kids who are home to today because of the election. We're packing our bags ready to move if our candidate does not win today. Just kidding. I'll try to stay away from politics, but I live in Kennedy country and am an open-minded liberal. 

Alright, my kids really want to eat.