Sometimes... I'm dumb

I should really learn to shut-up. Seriously.

I was feeling kinda close to my husband tonight - sitting around talking. He is telling me about his blog - telling me that I should get a blog. I admitted that I have a blog. That I have had a blog. My 'diary' blog - so I can't share - you understand, right?

Now, he is mad that I didn't share.

"I'm keeping secrets"

Have a feeling this isn't going to turn out well.

I'm going to shut up now. Too late though.

Are you kidding me??

I wonder, what causes a grown man to revert to childhood behaviors once married? You know - like not being able to see what is virtually right in front of his face?

For example:

After having my hair cut this weekend (a place I turn down my cell phone as to not bother those getting their 'hair did' beside me) I notice I have a voicemail. Received from my home. 15 minutes after I left the house.

"Do you have my keys. I can't find my keys. I'm trying to go to the driving range, I can't find my keys"

I didn't panic. I don't have his keys. Surely he found them and is well on his way to golfing bliss. Or even if he didn't find his keys, he had to remember that we have two extra keys for his truck and again - is well on his way to golfing bliss.

Then I pull into the driveway. His truck is still at home. He is standing beside it. Pissed.

Me: Why are you still here?

Him: Because I don't have any keys. You have them.

Me: I don't have your keys. Did you look in the house?

Him: Of course I looked in the house.

Me: Well, lets go look.

Him: I looked everywhere - there is no point.

Me: {I walk into the house, over to our small hall table, lift up a tu-tu my daughter left there - and there are the keys} - I hand them to the man...

Him: Just how was I supposed to find them there?

Me: Same way I did, I suppose. But, why did you wait for me to get home - why didn't you just use one of the spare keys instead??

Him: Blank Stare ????????????????????????

He forgot about the spare keys.

Are you kidding me?

You know her...

...she is "searching for a new tomorrow", always has a great post... hot hair and isn't afraid to tell you what's what.

Thank you for your kind words ...

Yo Adrienne: She's so damn cute. Busy little chick who has a great personality. She oozes cuteness through her writing. I admire her hard work and determination.

Thank you for the smile you brought to me today :)

My kids are asking questions...

Before you read this entry, please note that I am in no way putting down your religious belief or mocking your faith. I, without question, respect that every person has the right to their own faith and opinions...

I just ask that you respect my right to the same.

My kids are asking me questions about God and Jesus. What the heck do I do now?

The pre-school / daycare they go to is run by a Christian affiliated organization ... in my mind I knew that they would hear about God, Jesus and all that jazz at school - I knew that this day would come - but, I did exactly what I normally do, ignored it, tucked it all somewhere in a back corner of my brain, now I'm regretting that decision - I am really unprepared.

As a kid I was catholic. As an adult, I have been in denial.

I saw on a tv show one time that they think people with faith have something different in their DNA than those without faith. I admire the people with faith - I really do. I admire all of you that believe and don't doubt. That's my problem...

I doubt.

What about all of the other religions in the world? What if they are right? What if all I was taught was wrong? What? Who? How? Do we really know? Guess that's where that whole 'faith' thing comes into play, huh?!

I want to give my children the opportunity to make their own decisions about God - faith... Maybe it is time I start taking them to church, so they are able to have their questions answered. But, will they receive the right answers? Unfortunately, we do not live in an area of religious diversity. That would be great - we could visit different places, learn different things...

They are young. Only 4 & 5... questions are pretty basic at this point. But, I fear, the questions are only going to get tougher.

Wonder if anyone has a book with all of the answers they wouldn't mind lending me?

Disappointment is so ... disappointing

I have been there for my brother anytime he has called - for whatever he needs. I always thought that should I have a need arise - that my brother would be there for me.

I did. He wasn't.

I didn't need money. I didn't need him to lift any heavy furniture. I needed his time. Just a couple of hours.

Wouldn't do it. Not because he wasn't able. His plan for the day involved putting an impression of his ass into his couch.

Jack-ass.

I never thought that he wouldn't be there for me when I needed something. Disappointment is so disappointing.

Got Boobs?

Had to share!
What Religion is Your Bra?
A man walked into the ladies department of a Macy's and shyly walked up to the woman behind the counter and said, "I'd like to buy a bra for my wife.
What type of bra?" asked the clerk.
"Type?" inquires the man
"There's more than one type? Look around," said the saleslady, as she showed a sea of bras in every shape, size, color and material imaginable.
Actually, even with all of this variety, there are really only four types of bras to choose from. Relieved, the man asked about the types.
The saleslady replied: There are the Catholic, the Salvation Army, the Presbyterian, and the Baptist types. Which do you prefer?
Now totally befuddled, the man asked about the differences between them.
The Saleslady responded, "It is all really quite simple...
The Catholic type supports the masses.
The Salvation Army type lifts the fallen
The Presbyterian type keeps them staunch and upright
The Baptist makes mountains out of mole hills

Have you ever wondered why A, B, C, D, DD, E, F, G, and H are the letters used to define bra sizes?
{A} Almost Boobs
{B} Barely there
{C} Can't Complain!
{D} Dang!
{DD} Double dang!
{E} Enormous!
{F} Fake.
{G} Get a Reduction.
{H} Help me, I've fallen and I can't get up !
Can't forget the German bra. Holtzemfromfloppen

Hope ya'll had a good weekend! :)

Something in the water... sticking to beer.

I am sending out a warning to all of my friends... male and female alike.

In the past week, three friends have contacted me to say that they are pregnant...

I'm sure there is something in the water... you must avoid the water if you do not wish to be like my friends.

While I wish all of my friends the best - I am absolutely thrilled for all of them ...

I am sticking to beer... I'm sure it is the safer route! CHEERS!