Asthmatic Running

I've been trying to run once a week. Believe me when you have my level of asthma once a week is a challenge in itself. However I believe if I loose some weight I will have less breathing issues and I watched a show once on a man who had a heart condition (he was 70-something) and he didn't want to live anymore but he didn't want his suicide to look like it was a suicide so he went out running and he just ran as fast as he could until he collapsed on the street somewhere and he thought his heart was giving up. But he was fine enough to get himself home later and the next night he tried again only this time he got further away before he collapsed. He kept running every night and every night he got further and further until he realized that instead of ending his life he was making his heart stronger so he ran every day for fun instead of trying to kill himself.

So I started running with a dog once a week. At first (in the winter) I could only make it one block (I count "a block" as sidewalk until it's interrupted by a street, so every street I cross I add a block to my counting) before it was hard to breathe. Then this spring I found I could make it two blocks. Finally today I made it three blocks, but my breathing - though labored- was relatively clear. I could still take whole breaths. So I walked another block and then tried running one more. I made it the whole block (I ran four blocks today!! NEW RECORD!) but that turned out to be too much.

That's when my throat and brachial tubes seemed to shrink in size significantly and I couldn't breathe. I started gasping for oxygen like a fish out of water and I started expelling air carefully like I was blowing out a candle on a birthday cake. I immediately started walking home because I did not bring an inhaler out with me (I'll have to remember to take it with me if I'm going to push myself like this in the future) and my throat felt like it was closing off all together. Even my gasping and puffing had a loud wheeze in it.

I began visualizing my airways opening much in the same fashion as I learned to visualize my netherparts opening to assist in the birth of my children. As a result of my concentration on regulating my breathing (and not passing out) my dog took advantage of my lack of control on him and began marking every post we walked by (usually I don't let him do that). But at the point my arms started feeling week and I began shaking I started yanking him along because I did NOT want to have a severe attack on the street!

I got home although I wonder if people thought I was having a seizure with the way I was gasping - although I'm just fat enough that people MIGHT have thought I was going into labor LOL. Picture me with one hand over my midriff fatpad leaning far back to inhale a huge gasp of air and then bending forward pushing air out like I was blowing out a candle and shuffling along home as fast as I could. I got the dog put on his chain right before my legs started going weak and shaky.

I rushed inside with my little I-can't-breathe shuffle and sat at my computer desk. Luckily my inhaler was already out on the desk. I had to actually take TWO whole pulls on it before my airways opened up again and the shaking ceased.

Lesson learned!! I will take my inhaler with me from now on!! In the meantime YAY! I MADE IT FOUR BLOCKS!! We'll see how far I get NEXT week!

If there ever was a blah day....

I can ALREADY tell I won't get much done today!

I am one of those people who NEED sleep. If I don't get enough I am a giant pile of goop who's only purpose in life is to stare at the idiot box (TV) with no brain whatsoever.

My husband listens to the TV rather loud. He's selectively deaf. His favorite things to watch rather loud at night are war movies or anything with loud bangs and booms. Lately he's been really good about shutting it off before he goes to sleep. Last night he did not.

I can recall four different times when I woke up, tossed and turned for ten minutes, then asked him to either turn it down or shut it off. Every time he said "Okay."

Well the FIFTH time I got mad. I woke all the way up and said "TURN THAT CRAP OFF! PLEASE!" His response? "Okay.".........sssssssssnnnnnnnnoooooooooorrrrrrrre.

Did I mention my husband has the ability to have full conversations in his sleep? I'm convinced he keeps half his brain on while he's sleeping like a dolphin. He can watch TV, he can talk to you, I'm pretty sure at least once he actually DID turn the TV down and was probably sleeping the whole darn time. I was pretty mad. I shut the TV off and got maybe three or four hours decent sleep. And I didn't have good dreams during that sleep which adds to the general feeling of NO sleep (I dreamt I went swimming - with my brand-new camera still around my neck!)

Usually when my husband gets up and gets ready for work I get up also. Not today! I barely opened one eye for him (I was still pretty mad). So of course we all got up late because not ONE of my children knows to get UP with the alarm and I have to wake every single one of my five children up every day period. So we were running late. They all got breakfast because I made them. Yesterday my oldest who does TRACK every day after school not ONLY left without her breakfast but she also left without the banana she's supposed to take to school with her so she gets a snack before track practice. I hate it when she does that because then she goes to school and tells everybody I don't give her breakfast and then I start getting calls. She's the only one who tries to go without breakfast and she's usually the first one ready to go! (She loves drama, unfortunately,)

So I get everybody ready to go out the door. I like to go down to the bus stop with them but I realize I can't find even ONE pair of clean pants! I've been gardening so I don't even want to touch my dirty pants cuz they're covered in mud and grass. It's too cold to go out in shorts and my pajama pants are cute but I KNOW all my neighbors and I don't want to be made fun of for a year for being the crazy lady who wears pajamas outside LOL. So I sent them all out the door without me.

Instead of going back to bed (which I desperately wanted to do) I decided to try and wake myself up with a healthy hershey's kiss breakfast and getting on the computer. I started checking facebook when I heard a noise. It wasn't a word - it was just a sound. It freaked me out! I've heard phantom knockers at the door and phantom footsteps walking around my living room and foyer but I've never heard a voice before! I said "hello? HELLO? IS SOMEONE HERE??" But no answer. I was on the verge of getting out my sisters recording device that she left here to see if I could catch some EVPs or whatever they're called when I heard it again, but this time I asked "IS THERE STILL A KID HERE?" and I heard the Star say "yea...."

OMG WHAT ARE YOU STILL DOING HERE?? lols so I had to get shorts on after all and drive him to school. I still don't know why he was still at home but if he was hiding he really shouldn't be making any noise because my sense of hearing - unlike my sense of smell or my eyesight - is pretty darn acute.

So now I'm faced with what I need to get done today. More yardwork (always) but I don't have any pants and it's not warm enough for me to wear shorts. Cleaning out my toilet room because I haven't cleaned the mess up that the Bossman made while getting the vitamins yet (my husband gets mad at me - WHY do you clean the TOILET but leave all that crap here?...uh cuz my BUTT touches that toilet! duh) but I can't find my nail polish remover and I still have last weeks manicure chipping off my nails. THIS is driving me NUTS. I'm halfway to picking all the leftover nailpolish off but I know how bad that is for my nails. So I could clean that all up and find my remover.

I COULD take care of the no-pants problem by doing laundry....but do you remember when my washing machine broke? My husband never fixed it. Do you know my brother in-law's apartment washing machine that we are using? Now it's leaking. BIG TIME. Like I have to use all the dirty clothes to mop up all the water while it's filling so I can wash the dirty clothes. It SUCKS. It's TIME CONSUMING and it makes me mad. I haven't done laundry in three days because I can't let it run when I'm not babysitting it and I've been running around the county every day. Today I am staying home but the lack-of-sleep issue makes me wonder if I have the patience to sit there and mop up the tsunami coming out of my dang washer. However my stepdaughter does have a track meet today and I don't think I'll be wearing shorts or pajama pants either so I guess I HAVE to do some laundry.

And I just found out that my new van - JUST LIKE MY OLD VAN in that it SAYS there is still an eight of a tank of fuel left but it's lying and it's actually EMPTY. BAAAAH.

Today is just going to suck all day LOL. Is it Monday and I just THINK it's Tuesday?

We Almost Got Scammed!

I am superparanoid. I get it from my father. I can't help it. I was brought up in a huge city halfway filled with people who would screw you over completely if it got them a dollar. I then moved to a tiny village where people tried to screw me over because they thought it was funny. I then got massively screwed over by someone who I thought was one of my very good friends.



So ya, I'm not just paranoid - I'm SUPERparanoid. I don't answer phone calls if I don't recognize the number. I don't open emails if I don't know who sent them. I may miss real things but I have never had my myspace info fished, my yahoo email hacked, and I literally "don't see" most advertisements on the internet. (It drives my kids nuts LOL)



My husband grew up in small towns where he was liked and respected (you should SEE his facebook friends list!). No one would dare screw him over because he would literally beat the crap out of you. A lot of people were too scared to piss him off. He is a little more trusting than I am.



We were looking into different loan options because we are thinking of attempting to buy the property we live on. We had saved up a lot of money but we still didn't have enough and the decision will need to be made in the near future, and if we don't end up buying this place we need to set up and research to buy a different place - preferable an actual house. So as we were looking into different options my husband went online and tried to find a loan place. He got a phone call. He did not tell me about it and I didn't question it but the time came to send in a down payment.



He had talked to a particular woman several times so I figured they all had everything down pat but since The Mr. can't leave work I had to go do the down payment. This lady told me I couldn't use the business quick pay form - I had to use the green and yellow PERSONAL form and Western Union the money OVERSEES in EUROS to some random woman in SPAIN.



Things that make you go, hmmmm. I asked my dad about it (he's paranoid, too so I knew he'd agree with me that this transaction was a little funny), but The Mr insisted I go ahead and send the money. As it happens there was an earthquake in California that messed up all of Western Union's servers so I could not send the money.



So I went home and tried to research this company - Southeast Financial Services - and the Better Business Bureau gave them the rating of "F" and it listed that they tried to contact the owner of the property that the offices have as their address and the owner said there has never once been a company or business of any kind in that EMPTY building. They have been getting complaints about Southeast Financial Services since the beginning of April and as far as they can tell there is no record of any company with that name since before April of this year.



I told my husband I was pretty sure it was a scam and the people at Western Union said they'd never heard of sending cash oversees as a down payment for a personal loan. They wanted $1800! And then we were supposed to call them back and give them our bank information so they could direct deposit the loan. My dad and I agree - just give us a check and WE will deposit it, thank you. The $1800 wouldn't have been THAT terrible to loose but if they had our bank information and wiped out all the OTHER money we have saved up? We'd be dead broke and probably homeless. My husband agreed it was questionable and he wanted to start ignoring the phone calls.



I have no such compunction. Someone messing with MY family and MY FIVE CHILDREN whom I feed and clothe? Nuh-uh. Call my a55. I called her up and left a message saying I didn't feel comfortable sending money to a company who says they're based out of the U.S. but they don't transact in American dollars. I had a problem sending money direct to some random that was never discussed. I have a problem with a company who doesn't use the company forms in Western Union. I wasn't comfortable doing long-distance business with a company that wasn't BBB afiliated.

She called me back saying the BBB was a monopolizing money-hungry company that gave EVERYONE "F"s that didn't affiliate with them. She said if I wasn't comfortable (and she couldn't understand why I wasn't) dealing in Euros she could find me an invester out of Jamaica or Russia (?). She said they've been dealing with Western Union for 14 years and they just "cut out the middle man by transferring in euros because the american dollar isn't worth much anymore". She refused to answer any questions about the empty building or the random I was to send the money to. She said the BBB was a slanderous company and there were lists and lists of names of websites complaining about them. She said they did not have accurate information. She actually got angry with me and insisted I find a lawyer.

K

LOL It's almost funny. A real professional doesn't get angry at a person for researching their company. I asked her to cancel the paperwork because we weren't going to sign. She told me to discuss it with my husband. She said he told her we desperately needed the money asap. I know that's not true because we DON'T need the money that badly. I confirmed with him and he insists he never said any such thing. I believe him.

Sorry Kathy Andrews! Not gonna get OUR money!

BEWARE OF SOUTHEASTERN FINANCIAL! SCAM SCAM SCAM SCAM!

Legacy Grapes

Around 80 years ago a lovely woman planted a grapevine. She took good care of that little vine and it flourished. Among other children she eventually had a son. One day that son inherited the property and that grape vine. He soon married and his wife took good care of that much bigger grapevine and it continued to flourish. Among other children they eventually had a son. One day that son married me.

All five kids have used that grapevine. For the last few years the Mr. and I have taken the last harvest to make jam that we could give to people as gifts for Christmas. The Mr.'s parents plan on moving far, far away. The original plan was their youngest son (my brother in-law) would get the property and we all had no say in it. That would have been fine because I'm sure he and his wife wouldn't care if we continued to use the grapevine. However, due to medical issues the parents postponed their move and the bro-in-law has since bought a new house and says the next time he moves it will be to the cemetary. Which means the parents will probably sell their property to strangers.

Now I might be mistaken but I don't think strangers will like it if we tromple onto their property and steal their grapes. It is a standard concord grapevine and I'm sure we could find some similar grapes at any old store ... but this grapevine has been in the Mr.'s family since before his father was BORN! How many living things can you say that about? I wanted a legacy grapevine.

I spent weeks learning how to take clippings from the original vine to start new vines but they'd still really be that old vine - just younger. I wanted to try to start three vines so I'd be pretty sure at least ONE of them would survive and then BAM! I'd have my legacy! We could even call our jam "Legacy Jam" lol.

But The Mr. (God bless him) only heard I wanted three grapevines and he went out and bought me three grape vines. Now I need to find a place to put them. He doesn't listen very well but he does try. He got me red white and blue (purple) grapes. Freaking awesome. I may still try for the legacy but if all four take off I'll be hip-deep in grapes! JAM FOR EVERYONE!!

For the past four years I have also mentioned that I wanted a blueberry bush. I figured if I had one I could eat blueberries whenever I wanted and maybe save up enough for a pie. The Mr. told me he LOVES blueberries! Could've fooled me - we've never even ONCE bought blueberries! So he went out and bought three different kinds of blueberry bushes.

If you care he also bought me a rose tree, a citrus tree, a bunch more strawberries (it's annoying to take care of a strawberry patch for 9 months and only get to eat one strawberry cuz my kids are pigs lol), a new blue rose (cuz the other one wasn't blue), potato starts and garlic starts. Now all I need is carrot seeds! Then I'll never have to go to a store again lolz.

Now I know I told you all that we were thinking of moving - which we still are - so I had to POT all these plants and they are all sitting in my front yard. I look like a loser LOL. Still if we move we are taking every single plant and tree we added to this property!

Got a lot of gardening to do!

Gardening WTF experiences

Things that make you go .... WTF?

My $3 roses that I bought at a HARDWARE store are sprouting leaves and beginning to bud already. The $30 roses (that I admittedly got on sale) look as dead as dead can be.

Last year our riding lawnmower died. It is now a digusting lawn ornament. So we can only use a pushmower. We have 7 yards. I raked one of those 7 yards. Guess which one didn't need mowed?

I finally got started mowing. I figure with 7 yards I could mow one or two yards a day and just have to keep doing it every single week (I'm a glutton for punishment). I got exactly halfway through the very first yard ....and ran out of gas. This in itself isn't a huge issue. I went to get one of our four gas cans. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand can't find them. NOT EVEN ONE! I looked in the house, I looked in the garage, I looked in the backyard, in the side yard, in the orchard, in the front yard, under vehicles, INSIDE vehicles.....they are just gone! DID SOMEONE COME TO MY HOUSE AND STEAL MY GASCANS??!?

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A day you have to contact the state poison controll center is NOT a good day!

Two nights ago I went with my sister to a lecture at the university. We were gone around five hours and I expected my husband to watch my five children, and to a lesser extent, my oldest three to help watch the younger two.

I got home kind of late and noticed things were very, very messy. Usually expected when my husband is the only one with the kids. He doesn't believe in prevention when it comes to home maintenance.

However the NEXT day (yesterday) I noticed that strange things were in my toilet room. (In case you don't know, my toilet room is literally a room with a toilet in it. There is also a large closet that I use to keep all my girly ammo in-shampoo, facial cleansers, medicines, perfume, lotion, etc, etc, etc). Among these strange things were Teddy's trumpet case, the plastic tub I let the kids keep the legos in, and the Star's Illini seat. I didn't think too much about all this weird stuff in my toilet room but something in my subconscious told me something wasn't right. I couldn't figure out what it was so I ignored it.

Last night my kids asked for their vitamins but I was having a bad day so I told them they could just have them in the morning. I have a chewable "flinstones" type vitamin for the older kids and some "gummy" multi-vitamins for my littlest Bossman because he's still a little too young for "big kid" vits. However this morning we all got up late (again ~ I HAVE to find out why my alarm is going off so quietly! It's driving me nuts!) so they didn't get them.

Skip to this afternoon when Bossman asked me for his gummy vitamins. I headed towards my bathroom and he said "wait! I know where they are!" darted ahead of me and reached behind the toilet on the floor and pulled out the open container of gummy vitamins.

I gasped very loudly and snatched the container from him. I screeched "HOW MANY DID YOU EAT?!?" which was probably a dumb question because the only time he could have eaten any was two nights ago and he wouldn't remember. I of course, immediately panicked. I keep all the kid vitamins (the ones that taste good) up on the very top shelf of my closet. The REASON I kept them up that high was because I had heard all the horror stories of kids eating too many vitamins and having seizures, dying, etc, INCLUDING my best friend, who remembered when she was younger her little sister eating a bunch of flinestones vitamins and having to go to the emergency room to get her stomach pumped.

I called that best friend who suggested I call poison control. I've had to call them once before when my daughter drank some dye out of a science kit used to see things better under a microscope. They told me if the dye was blue I needed to call 911 IMMEDIATELY and if it was red just to watch her carefully for the next few weeks. Luckily, it was red.

Still, I did not want to call such an important number if it wasn't urgent, and I was still assuming he ate all the vitamins two nights ago - if there was going to be a SERIOUS problem it would have manifested by now (I thought). I looked carefully at the container. It still looked about the same as it did the last time I gave them vitamins - in my uneducated opinion it looked like he ate between 5 and 10 at the max (he says he ate two and two - but the label says never give more than two in the first place). I tried to look it up online but everything said the same thing.

Call poison control.

So I did.

Keep in mind at this point I was a wreck, but the nice lady said to look at the ingredients and see if iron and calcium were listed. They were not. So she said he'd be fine and if he was going to have a bad reaction it would have happened by now.

WHEW! I was so scared!

Now that I know my baby boy is not going to need to be hospitalized a couple things are really bothering me.

#1 this child can open child-proof caps.

#2 I took a closer look at those things in my toilet room. The box with my hair stuff in it he obviously got from the closet. The Illini chair and the grey box he obviously got from downstairs. The trumpet case, however (the trumpet we are BORROWING from the school and WE DO NOT OWN) had to have come from the living room. This means that this four year-old child picked up this trumpet case and carried it past all three older kids (no doubt staring at that idiot box people call a television) and then took it RIGHT PAST The Mr.!

THEN he had to have disappeared into my toilet room for at LEAST ten minutes stacking up all these things to make himself a ladder of sorts to climb up and get those gummy vitamins from the very top shelf of my closet.

What if he had fallen? He could have been seriously hurt! WHY did no one notice him taking things into my room? WHY did no one check on him?

NOW I have to have a SERIOUS talk with some people in this house. Luckily God watches my kids because sometimes I swear I'm the only person who does!!

O Monday, You Have Found Me!!

I woke up BEFORE the alarm! That should have been my first clue that today was going to be one of those trademark Mondays that haunt the masses (& Garfield).

Since I was up so early I went back to sleep. Mistake # 1 *snickers*. I got up just in time to get kids out of bed with just enough time to get ready for school and eat a quick breakfast. All the kids did get out the door when they were supposed too so I figured everything was okay.

I got on the computer to be nosy and check everyone's facebooks and my pretty blue blown glass candle holder suddenly jumped off the desk and killed itself. It is now in peices on the floor waiting for me to pick it up. I had a gut feeling that was a sign that today was going to be a baaaad day.

Even though my kids got out to the bus stop in plenty of time they all came back. It seems Poinsettia and Star decided it would be a good day to terrorize my Angel. One of them kicked her - the proof is a muddy footpring on her leg. I still don't know which one it was but Poinsettia is usually unnaturally mean and nasty after she's spent time at her biomom's house - as she did last Thursday through Saturday. It infuriates me because when I was 12 I was responsible for watching my siblings in a house where the grownups worked and didn't get home until dinner time -and that was in California in a town where we could have been snatched at any moment - but MY 12 year-old bullies my other kids. So I will have to go with them to the bus stop every day (AGAIN) to make sure my little ones are safe - not only from strangers but from their own sister as well. That, to me, is sad.

In any case they ALL came back to tell me this and that's when the bus drove by soooooooooooo missed the bus. Since I didn't get up on time I was still in my pajamas so I just threw on some jeans and sandals and a jacket (60 degree weather is still cold to me!) and drove all five of my kids to school. By the time we got there I had to go in and sign them in (in my jammies - lovely).

People probably don't realize that most of the time I have little to no sense of smell. Mostly due to allergies and the fact that I live with a smoker. Well today suddenly my sense of smell is PERFECTLY CLEAR ... and EVERYTHING smells AWFULL!!! LOL. I am fairly certain there is a dead mouse SOMEWHERE in my house - and my newly acute nose tells me it's probably in the foyer closet ... and my NEW VAN smells like CATTLE. That in itself isn't necessarily a BAD smell, but I usually prefer my vehicles to smell like strawberreis. I let my inlaws drive the van down to South Carolina and there is a yellow pollen lining the entire inside of the van - is that what smells? Does SoCarolina stink? LOL I swear the smell is coming out of the vents so is it the engin? IDK but I don't care for it- I had to drive home with all the windows open and like I said, it's still cold!

As for my house I love the smell of bleach so I'll just have to do all the cleaning I usually do with bleach today.

Ug Monday is going to SUCK ALL DAY!!

LOLZ

Hoppy Easter!

Soooooooooo we were supposed to get up and go to Easter service at one of our three churches here in our little town. We were told service started at 9:45.

When we woke up the clock said it was 10:30 ... well POO we missed the service! Oh, well, so we got up and we let the kids start looking for eggs and through their baskets. They each got toys and candy. I started making up the veggie tray. I decided it was about time I learn how to cut cauliflower correctly instead of just tearing it up like I usually do so I found THIS on the internet.

While I was cleaning the florets I dropped a peice of stem. My puppy Butterfly promplty ran up and ate it. I was taken aback! Dogs don't eat CAULIFLOWER!! But apparently mine do LOL!

I finished up the veggie tray.

I'ts not "beautiful" but pretty awesome! I started working on the devilled eggs when The Mr. got on his computer. I was worried we were cutting the time short since we had to be at brunch at noon.

The Mr. said "10:30."

....

WHAT? How can it be 10:30 when we got UP at 10:30?

Then we both realized it was our dumb alarm clock.

I got this alarm clock as a present around 12 years ago. This particular alarm clock was way cool back then because it automatically reset itself for daylight savings time twice a year. I never had to set it.

As you all know a few years back the government (or whoever decides these things) decided to make spring forward earlier and push back fall back dates. This means that in fall my alarm clock sets istelf two to three weeks too early and I have to reset it to the correct time. Then when DST ACTUALLY ends I have to set it again. Then in spring when daylight savings time starts I have to manually set the clock but a few weeks later (this morning) it sets itself forward another hour and I have to reset it AGAIN!

So we missed church twice in the same day LOL!

SIGH

Anyway so I finished the devilled eggs but alas, I could not find my paparika. I knew we weren't out, but I noticed I'm also missing my chili powder and a few other "tall" spices. In my grocery store the "cheaper" spices are in tall containers and the more expensive spices are in sort containers ... I still have all my short spices so where are all my tall ones? Well I certainly didn't have time to look for it so the devilled eggs just went without their signature spice.

We went to see The Mr.'s family - I don't see mine because they are all so far away. (Actually my dad is close but he and his wife literally HIDE every major holiday - guess they don't like crowds.) We did brunch and we did the egg hunt there. I managed to overdress *gigggles*. Why is it when I dress casual everyone else is dressed nice and when I dress up everyone else is in sweats and jeans? Maybe I'm just meant to stand out - or it's just my luck.

In case you weren't aware, today (Easter Sunday) is "Ignore Me" day. I swear to you everything I have said today has fallen on deaf ears. I have never felt so invisible my whole life. And it wasn't just The Mr.'s family - my own husband and children were ignoring me too! I don't think there was even one thing I said that I didn't have to say THREE times! I got so tired of it (being ignored is one of my pet peves and quite frankly it pisses me off - sorry to sound rude) that I finally drove home and got my most recent read - a Shakespeare collection of "Hamlet," "King Lear," "Othello," and "Macbeth." Well I was already reading Shakespeare's Complete Works (Oxford) but that thing is bigger than my study Bible and it's hard to cart around but I found this little book (my daddy gave it to me><) and suddenly I wanted to read Hamlet mroe than anything.

Hamlet is my absolute most favorite story ever! I love it even more than the Earth Children's books I read every year (I just finished Shelters of Stone btw). It just makes me happy. I think about every word is genius.

So I started reading it while everyone else ignored me heh heh. One person asked what I was reading and I replied "Hamlet." They said, "Really? .... Oh" and moved on. I think that's the only time I said something and didn't have to repeat myself. The Mr.'s whole family is smarter than me but I'm pretty sure not ONE of them shares my passion for Shakespeare. And that's okay. I'm pretty sure no one in my OWN family gives a crap about Shakespeare, either. And that's okay, too.

Soon my husband left me there with all five of my kids. I let them play until people started leaving. I helped clean up a bit and then I took the kids home. They all had a fantastic day.

I now have a headache (possibly because I stole a bunch of candy from my children and ate it all lol). My angel found the most eggs today at FIFTY-EIGHT. Now, my inlaws take around 400 plastic eggs and fill up each one with as much candy as they can fit in there. So that was 58 eggs stuffed with chocolate, gum, suckers, and any other candy that was bought. Bossman got 28 and then wasn't interested in finding any more. My Teddy Bear got 54, Poinsettia recieved 49, and my Star got 17. Yuuup, 17. I don't know if he's just too young to be in the "big kid" side or if he, like Bossman, just gave up. It doesn't matter anyway as soon as we got home I dumped all the candy together and we will get them set up to eat them all before the 4th of July comes around. By that time the parade at the campground will supply them with enough candy to last until the next big holiday. One year we got enough candy to last until Halloween!

In any case we had a great Easter! The Mr. just came home (it's 9:30pm) so I'm going to go fix him something to eat for dinner.

Happy Easter!!