The Things I Know For Sure

James Patterson is my favorite summer read. I've read about a million of his books this summer and they are great for the park, driving (at red lights or as a passenger.... tee hee) at the beach or in bed after a long day. The chapters are nice and short so you can plow through a book in no time at all. It makes you look incredibly smart to have your nose in a different book every second day.

Old family friends are having baby number nine. They say it's a boy. I say it's the lemur, Zaboomafoo. (I swear it IS his little smiling face looking out!) We'll have to wait a few more months to find our for sure. U/S techs have been known to make errors every now and then. Or hey, we could both be right and it's a boy lemur.

Photo jacked from friend's facebook page without permission. :-)

I'm still waiting for my cortisone injection and continue to load up on drugs before and after soccer games. The rest of my activities have dropped off and my boredom eating has increased, so almost all that weight I lost in the winter is now back. Yay me.

Leon and the girls minus one are camping. I'm working all week and trying to squeeze in some visits with girlfriends and overtime to pay for my car.

Minus one is still not home. We're quickly approaching the three month mark and there is still no sign of hell freezing over. However winter is quickly going to be upon us, which will be perfect timing for school, soccer and cheer fees coming due. Seeing as Edmonton = Hell and winter = freezing, thus Hell will be freezing over before we know it. (If you read into that my total dislike of this place I live and am stuck in, you would be correct.)

I spent much of today in a bit of a funk. People who read my blog may think that happens often, but it actually doesn't. My blog is just where I put it all so I can lighten my load. I found out that "minus one" is so completely against coming home even for a night that she broke a window to get in to 'her house' because her one of her other options would have been to come home. Something as simple as "Hey, I'm locked out of my house, can I crash at your house tonight?" didn't even enter the equation. Oh, and that would have been her wording, not mine, by the way. Nice, huh? I don't know what it was we did, or maybe that we didn't do, to cause her to hate us so much, but she can barely be in the room with me. I know that she's a teenager and she's supposed to be stupid and selfish, but can we not catch a break at some point? At least tell us what we're doing wrong so we don't drive the other two away.

Speaking of the others, I let Liv sleep with me last night because her dad was working a night shift and they were heading off camping. (Where I know she will totally miss me no matter how adamantly she denies it.) I woke up at 4:00 in the morning with her completely on top of me. Not just partially. Nope. Completely! I was on my tummy and she was laying on my back on her tummy, completely over top of me. Weird.

Cassie is addicted to a new teen trilogy. She has been reading non-stop since Thursday. We're talking until 3:00 a.m. You know what that means, right? Yup. Another cranky teenager. Sigh... Oh, and it's the Dark Powers trilogy if anyone is interested. (The Summoning, The Awakening and The Reckoning)

So, overtime for me tomorrow, two dates crammed into Wednesday evening and then more overtime on Thursday. Good times. When the hubby and children are away, the wife will work her freaking tail off. Oh well. At least I'm not cleaning the house. Even I have my limits.