Day 1

OK, so I hate it when people have new idea every other day for what they are going to do with their life...sadly, lately I've become one of those people. I told three people this morning that I was going to start blogging, so I thought I would change my tune and ACTUALLY do it. I currently have three projects I have yet to finish, my daughters horse should be dead broke by now, my childrens western line is all on paper but yet to be made, and my childrens book is still lacking a literary agent, needed to get into the hands of a publishing house. Secondly, I had cut myself off coffee for about two weeks, and after feeling depressed that whole time, I finally decided to go against my better judgement and pick it back up again. I feel like I can do anything, so I vacuumed and took a shower all in one morning ( I paid for the shower, but we will get to that later) and I now am starting a blog that will last until my two year old decides to stop taking naps, which with my luck will be tomorrow.



So as any good citizen would do that has causes some kind of chaos in the lives of others, I'm going to apologize and thank those people. First and foremost , my own mother, I sorry for being, well, me, growing up and thank you for teaching me karma does exist and for not actually saying that when I call crying about how I think my children hate me. And for telling me they are good kids...even though I know they are...for anyone else but me. But I would rather have it that way. And on that note, I hope you had someone to call like I call you and if you did I apologize to those people as well. And there had to be more than one because you had to deal with three girls.

I would also like to do the same for my two or three friends that still make the attempt to call me still and probably dread it every time they do. I have phone ADD and I cut ppl off, I am aware of this and working on it. This blog is for you, now you can make the choice to hear my problems or not. Now that I have this I don't have to vent on the phone. I don't know what I will talk to you about now, but hey, now you can call me and talk yourself! And now I give an apology to you the ones who read this by choice. If I come across as having ADHD it's because I do (self diagnosed) or if it seems like you are reading the blog of a drunk ( I'm not), I've just spent the past two years talking to no one but a 6 and 2 year old. So I have a lot on my mind and I want to get it all out at once. PS, it might be hard to keep up because I have the grammar skills of a 1st grader, I've already worn out the spell check feature in these few paragraphs...



Being a mom has brought so many new things. good and bad. I've found out a lot about myself. And I want things that I have never wanted before. And to do things that I never thought I would. For instance, I would love to go to school just to take an English class, and I just wish I could read a thesaurus all the way through just to get my self back up to date on all the words that adults are using these days. Right now my vocabulary consists of words like, "no", "don't" "why?", and "really?!", that one gets used A LOT. On the upside of a shortened vocab, I've become a master of charades, like when my son pushes himself down or hits himself I know he's been hit or pushed, so when he pairs it with the word "Tater" I know that my daughter has pushed him down. Then I need to be on my toes because after that hes out for revenge. The top of my fridge looks like a toy box. It's a collection of everything he hits his sister with. The usual bats, toy brooms, kitchen utensils, and then there are the snow boots that he chose to use as boxing gloves. I used to think I wanted to be an actor growing up. Now I've come to the realization that the only gigs I should submit myself for are those on the Disney channel. I don't even know how to ACT like an adult anymore. I took part in two films this summer and the one I think I really excelled in was the one where I was wearing a silver tinsel wig and not talking. The other one, I felt I nailed the audition, but I was given another part, a mature working mom that dealt with and had regular conversations with adults. How could I even relate to that?! I bombed the part, and for this reason the name of this film won't be disclosed. I can only hope that my scenes were cut so the film can be enjoyed by others. So, since I don't see anymore acting in my near future, there is always the thought that I would be an amazing translator. Anyone would be that has a two year old that doesn't like to talk. But when he does....sigh. I am terrified when my husband requests chips. For that would mean I have to go down the chip isle. So I apologize if my child looks up at you with those big brown puppy eyes and he calls you the B word plain as day. He just wants a chip. I'm waiting for the day when we are checking out at the grocery store and he yells "CHIP!" at the check out person......It will happen soon enough and you will hear about it.
Another thing I have realized about myself is that I have broadened my genres in the book department. I used to only read historical fiction and non-fiction and mysteries. Now I cant get enough of anything where I can live vicariously through the characters. Thank you Twilight. And I just cant get enough of the philosophical works of Chelsea Handler, whose titles include Are You There Vodka? It's Me Chelsea. She is a comedic genius who can always put a smile on my face with her stories.

So now I got that all off my chest I can continue on with today's adventures. Now, I've never been known as Smooth Sally, partly because I get to shave my legs maybe once a week, but because my days don't really go as planned. Taylor had stayed the night at Great Grandmas. It was nice not to wake up to screaming. But I knew It was the calm before the storm, so I told myself not even to try and get used to it. And I was right because the blissfulness ended approximately three minutes after she walked in the door. All hell broke loose. ( I say hell I mean screaming and hitting equivalent to WW III) if you talk to me I use that term a lot. But, as I said before, I had picked caffeine back up, so my high veiled some of the screaming. I though maybe if i put T in the shower to separate them things would quiet down again. Well, Taylor went in the bathroom in huff and locked herself in and since apparently ADD is genetic ,I have to be able to keep her in check or else she will be in there for a hour and not have anything accomplished. So anyways, I finally got her out twenty minutes later and since I was feeling good I thought I could take a shower too. Silly, silly me. Cold shower...thank you Taylor. Showers are my one sanctuary.....I came out and Bentley had decided to pour himself a bowl of cereal, and when I say bowl I mean a WHOLE box of cereal in a bowl and on the floor. Today is looking to be a pretty calm day around here.

I'm kind of hoping that a book deal can come out of this because I'm really in the mood to travel and my income from being a stay at home Mom will only pay for me to walk myself down to the park two blocks away..and spa treatments that include a two year old blow drying my hair. But, you know, I still wouldn't have it any other way. And I say that now because they are watching a movie nicely in the other room...