I like warm water.

I need a haircut. Honestly, like crazy bad I need a haircut. I thought I'd try to grow It out from it's usual shortness, but It is now driving me nuts. Yes, I did mean to capitalize It. It has taken on a personality all it's own. It scratches my neck and gets in my nose. It can't decide whether it wants to be curly or straight. I'm beginning to not like It at all. I've begun wearing It back in a nubby little pony tail with all of it's fly aways going everywhere. It gives me a headache.

Last night I thought I would be the romantic and dutiful wife and allow Jon to pick the movie. I always choose and it always ends up being one of my favorites which we've seen a gazillion times or something we don't watch much but puts poor Jon right to sleep. And, of course, Jon never chooses something that I would choose. He chose Clash of the Titans.

I had to try very hard to watch it, but mostly I took that time to take over the world. Really. I am totally addicted to Civilization on DS. I also always play it on the easiest option because I hate to lose. I think *I'd love a challenge tonight* and I try the harder level but the second that one of my cities is taken I'm like *forget this* and I start over on the easier one.

For me, what's the point in playing if I'm not going to have fun winning - RIGHT.

The movie was over... FINALLY. But thanks to the raging headache I had from It's pony tail and the rush I get from being able to claim world domination I could NOT fall asleep. Then, after about 4,000mg of Advil, and no mom not really, it was only 800, and a snack, which I'm trying to get off of. Nighttime is the right time. I get so hungry the second the sun goes down. I'm like a gremlin.

Well, I finally fell asleep about 3 hours past my bedtime to the sound of Jon's snoring, the fan, and Mozart (I'm not really that big of a dork but I was desperate.) to be woken up by Lori. She had snook (I know it's snuck, we call it snook) into my room just to tell me that she loves me. I tried to be nice *I love you, too, Lori* and then growled *go back to bed*. An hour later comes Grace. She's scared that the zombies are in her room. Before anything is said - I know that zombies are not real, I know that my kids shouldn't know anything about zombies, especially Grace, but I will say that her zombie impression is sooo freakin' hilarious.

I was beat and at that moment I couldn't care less where she slept, only whether I was sleeping. - And if anyone else had a plan to wake me up I was going to sleep on the porch. I let her crawl in with me and the man who was in a coma. This is a total law breaking move, but I was tuckered. She was only too happy to oblige.

Jon had to be at work at 6 this morning, so he missed Noah's flood of '09. I woke up to a freakin' lake in my bed. At first I thought someone had turned the hose on to wake me up, then I realized that it was warm and I thought *how nice they didn't shoot me with cold water*. NOT!!

Sheets are again in the wash. It is in a pony tail again and the Advil is calling. And I've realized that there is a common theme in my house and it usually has something to do with pee and... it can either be chocolate or... nope it's chocolate.

I just have one question -

Did someone or something put a curse on my laundry basket which causes it to fill back up each time the last item is taken from it. Honestly... How can we produce that much laundry? I've done FOUR loads of laundry today and the basket is still full, plus I keep finding articles of dirty clothing stashed everywhere. WHY... OH, WHY??

Join Us...

So, I'm blogging. I'm a blogger. I have begun to blog. (Whatever that means.) I have officially joined the world of the blog. Not to say that there's anyone out there who's been holding their breath, just waiting for Shannon to finally spill information on all of her internal workings for everyone to see.

I guess the best place to start would be with an introduction. I'm 30 years old (as of two days ago). I choose to believe, though, that I'm 26... again. I've been married for nine years and I have produced three kids. To sum up my life I will sum up a recent job interviewer's objective thoughts on my past and future; I don't know where I'm going or what I want in my future, and my past has not been stable. Meaning, I haven't held a job for longer than nine months and I'm not yet sure what I want to be when I grow up.

So, with that being how the few interviews have gone since I began looking for a job... oh... 5 MONTHS AGO!! I am now a confirmed stay at home mom. I am happy to say that beginning the 24th of August I will have a regular voyage to the big people world every Tuesday evening for class. I'm enrolled in college full-time. Although I've chosen to take the summer off. I'll leave my wavering and confusing ideas on a major for another day.

I often have an internal monologue going, much like that goofy guy with the big hair on Scrubs. I repeat things in my mind all day, dreams that I had which made an impact on my entire day, breakdowns that stick with me for days, or the smiley face that my bodywash made on my loofa in the shower this morning bringing to mind a memory. I've thought about writing in a journal, but my handwriting is... odd, and I just don't have the attention span to actually write something with typing being so much quicker.

My handwriting. If I scribble more than just a note on a post-it, it looks like it came from a dozen different people. I read things that I have written and wonder if I may have multiple personality disorder. My handwriting morphs from being strong and square to the handwriting of a 14 year old writing notes that go; Do you like me? Circle yes or no. I get chicken scratchy and then the caps button is pushed and everything is in uppercase. I've given up. I type all of my letters and cards get a heart and an S.

Now, I know how exciting this must all be. I know that if you're reading this you must be thinking, "Wow, is this chick totally cool or what." And I don't want to bombard you with all of my awesomeness at once... plus my youngest just woke up from a nap and has informed me that she peed... IN MY BED. So I'm fixing her a bath and waiting for the laundry that's currently in the wash to finish so that I can put my sheets in.

And, yes, that is naked Barbie bootie. Grace cannot take a bath without naked Barbie.