Wait- what day is it?

Just like every other teacher, the last few days of school are filled with dreams of carefree summer days.  I actually planned projects to complete on these carefree summer days.  I made the mistake of telling Chris about my plans. 

He laughed.

He knows me.

My main goal was to update our photos throughout the house.  He bet me a "Girls Weekend" that I wouldn't get it done. 

I have taken tons of pictures this summer.  I actually read the manual for our camera.  I know what mode to take beach pictures (beach mode).  I've organized what pictures I want and where (in my head).  I officially have two days of summer left and I have not physically touched a photo or frame.

Really I had good intentions.  We bought 5 large frames from IKEA (Viserum) and Chris even mounted them on the walls.  The frames have been there since June.  The frames are empty.  That's a lie.  They were empty until we went to Mexico.  Our neighbors watched our dog for us.........and did a little decorating.  We now have handmade portraits of our neighbors hanging in the frames.  Sweet little stick figures of English, Shannon, Addison, Sally Sue, and Biscuit. 

The project will get finished.  Here is how it will get finished:

I will try to organize everything.
I will get frustrated.
I will feel like a failure.
I will start crying.
Chris will tell me to take a break.
Chris will finish it in less than 30 minutes (including clean up time).

So I guess Chris will earn the "Girls Weekend".

Speaking of weekend.  I now have less than 30 minutes to pack the family for a camping trip.  That means I have 30 minutes to organize, get frustrated, feel like a failure, start crying, and take a break.

Birthday Time

Having my first born's birthday the week before school starts was poor planning on my part.  Who am I kidding- when I was 25 (a baby myself), I had no idea I would spend SO much time planning these crazy birthday soirees.  After Abby's knock down drag out sleepover in April, Chris and I swore we'd rather have our eyes pecked out by an angry mob of chickens before having another sleepover.

Today's "Things I Shouldn't Have Said"- Alright Henley, we'll have a sleepover, just please stop crying!!!

The deal was- only 3 friends and not a big fuss.

I'm not sure how, but now we are at 8 friends and the fuss is getting bigger.  It's partly my fault.  I have these silly ideas that jump out of my mouth before I think of the consequences.  "It would be really neat to play 'Minute to Win It' games."  Now I have to come up with the games and of course prizes.  This is from the same person who thought it would be cool to have 2 year olds to hunt for live ladybugs which resulted in us housing 1000 bugs in our fridge.

Now for the present.  She wants another "American Girl" doll.  It is this generation's version of the Cabbage Patch Doll.  Chris and I have tried time and time again to convince the girls these are a waste of money.  I think I even said, "It doesn't even DO anything."

It doesn't connect to the internet, it doesn't make any noise, it doesn't require batteries, it comes completely assembled, it includes a chapter book, and requires a decent amount of creativity to make it "come to life".   Hmmmm.

Heaven forbid we get her a present that will enrich her life.  Nope, we want her to get a new DSi because her current one is on life support. 

Did I mention her birthday theme is based on a Disney show she was banned from watching up until a week ago?

Parenting is all about compromise.  Compromise and feasting on our words.

The Maiden Post

Is it pompous of me to start a blog without any followers?  It is much like my Twitter account that has ZERO followers.  How strange that scientists have not created a time machine, yet Twitter can quickly take me back to the wallflower feelings of a junior high dance.  Why take the time to scrunch my corkscrew permed hair, create a perfect fountain of bangs, and wear a black and white Multiples shirt/dress with a coordinating mismatched polka dotted belt if NO ONE will dance with me?  Hence the blogging without followers. 

Let me give you a run down on what you will find here and what you won't find-

I will misspell words. 
I will commit grammar sins.
I will occasionally curse.  If I am feeling angelic- I might clean it up, but no promises.
I will not use names (that's a lie).
I will not do this everyday.
I will not write about my dog on every post.
I will not feel bad for offending anyone.

My mother has often said my mouth works faster than my brain.  I like to think of it as a disability.  I was born without a filter which can be both entertaining and destructive.  I plan to only include the entertaining portions and leave the destruction to the experts (BP).