i blog therefore i am?

who am i? i am a wife. a mom. a sister. a daughter. a friend. but who am I?

i don't work outside the home so i have no "career".

i am not a deep thinker, but i know lots of stuff about lots of stuff.

i don't write or paint or create anything. (except this blog and it doesn't count)

most of my days are free floating and filled with house hold duties, sometimes done, reading, playing, relaxing.

so who am I?

i still have no idea who i am. but i think i'm ok with that.

i like to think i'm a good mom. and i hope i am a good friend. i like to be around other people because they (mostly) make me happy. i love to cook, and read. not the most exciting things. i do love music and hanging out with my loved ones. sometimes i feel like i don't "do" enough. does that make me dull?

just some thoughts on a hotter-than-hades day...

Thankful on a Thursday

FINALLY!! i'm blogging on a thursday so i get to copy miranda
and do a thankful post!

1. I am thankful that I live in America. I hear people complain all the time about this country and it's politics. but when it comes right down to it, there are people all over the world who don't have it as good as we do!

2. for friends. i have been uber blessed in this department.

3. laughter! it really is the best medicine! how much better do i feel when i laugh? and i'm not really good at joke telling but i can appreciate one like nobody's business!

4. my dishwasher.

5. my kids who empty my dishwasher!

6. Top Chef! love love love this show and every year i can't wait to watch it over and over and over and over

7. winter. just detest the heat. i was born in the wrong state. give me cold anyday!

8. lasix surgery. the best thing i have ever done for myself.

9. ebay.

10. having music in my car. i used to drive a dodge colt that didn't even have a radio! i would sing Madonna all the way to work every day. i ♥ my CD player! now madge and i can sing together! :)

woo-hoo!! i did 10! hopefully i'll be back next thursday!

ms manners

i ♥ manners. and it makes me feel so good to hear my kids using manners with each other. just now caleb asked monkey if he had a bouncy ball. monkey went to his room, found one and handed it to caleb. caleb said thank you. monkey said you're welcome. it just warmed my heart. cause i know if they are using manners with each other, they are using them out in the world. (at least i can hope!)

i am the kind of person who ALWAYS says please and thank you. if someone lets me in in traffic. i give them my famous thank you wave. if a car stops so i can cross the street, i say it so they can read my lips. i say thank you to my husband. i think the world would be a better place if everyone said please and thank you. so please, say thank you to someone today.

(oh and if for some reason i don't use my manners, call me on it.) thanks!

cha-ching part 2

so i posted this and then went to my room and got down on my knees. (cause you know that's the best place to be when you just can't take anymore.) i just prayed for lots of work for hubby and for me to not worry and to be thankful in every circumstance. even the bad ones. hubby and big c had gone to pick up some windows for this addition he is (supposed) to working on. he comes home and says, i got some work. i was floored. way to go God! talk about moving quickly!! and it will start when we get home from va-ca so he will have something to do then!

thanks for listening to me gripe. again.

cha-ching

money. i hate it. or i would if i had any. how is it that an object that i don't have can make me so miserable? i am soooo tired of living like all my possessions could be taken away at any moment. i hate worrying about bills. i want to get them in the mail, pay them and not worry that i can't feed my kids. i love my husband. i really do. but sometimes i wish i had a husband who had a profession that was dependable. and you know most of the time, i don't worry. but today is just one of those days where i can feel this huge weight on me. and i hate it. hate it hate it hate it. i want to cry and scream and throw things. but i won't. (well maybe i'll cry a little)

hopefully my next post will be about something positive!!!!

2 posts in one day!!!!!

i have to tell you that i just read my entire blog. i started April 16, 2007 and i have almost 300 posts. monkey keeps coming in here asking me what i'm laughing about. usually it's something hysterical he said/did that i blogged about. go back and read your blog from the beginning. you will learn some things about yourself and see how you've grown.

i also found out that i'm really funny and a very good writter. (so much for not tooting my own horn!) so i think i'm going back into the blogosphere! i really liked it there!

Moaning on a Monday

so my friend B over at The Photog Nazi just shared her monday moan. and since i have been doing laundry all day, i thought i would jump in too. (especially since i have had my blog window open since thursday trying to get my self to do Thankful on a Thursday that my friend miranda over That's What She Said does. why is it easier to moan than be thankful?) anyway. laundry. do you loathe it like i do? listen. i live in a house with me and 3 men. (well 2 boys but you know what i mean) most men/boys don't have lots of clothes. so i thought. for monkey i just folded 9 pairs of shorts and/or long pants (b/c he doesn't like to wear shorts even when it's 99 degrees) and 15, yes 15! shirts with short and long sleeves. for caleb i folded 5 pairs of shorts and 12 shirts. given that he wears his "favorite" jeans 7 days a week makes the fact that he has that many shorts, boggle my mind. oh and for me. 7 pair of undies, 1 pair of shorts and 2 t-shirts. (there is another load in the dryer but since i put it in there i know it doesn't contain tons of my stuff) and just so you know i got up and counted all those clothes so don't think i'm making this up. why oh why could my 7 year old wear 15 shirts in a week? and why oh why do i have to fold them. not even going there with the hubby. and then there this the big thing with my washer which has only gotten worse. so laundry. i hate it. maybe if i had more clothes of my own i would like it better. but i don't think so.