Men Children

I love you daddy.

I love you too DQ - Burp

Awe mommy...daddy burped in my hair.

Ha ha, giggle giggle, ha ha

Mom, make him stop...it's not funny

Sure it is....you have BURP HAIR.

DAD - it's not funny, its gross.

ha ha, DQ has BURP hair.

Mom...he's looking at my burp hair, make him stop!

giggle giggle, burp hair...I think I can see it...come here and I'll wipe it off.

Dad you're so gross!

Ah, the joys of having more than one child in my house - the hub child and the daughter child!

Is your house this crazy or am I the lucky winner of such family love??

***Please excuse my mess...there are some changes going on behind the blog...it will be corrected shortly.

Fractional Friday - Simple

I've started this post a few hundred times in the last 12 hours and each one has been discarded because somewhere after the IT'S FRIDAY bit, I find I either go off into left field trying to avoid a topic of discussion or spill my guts to the whole wide world (www) - neither of which makes sense at this point in the game.

So instead - I will admit, this has been a week of 1sts and lasts for me and I am happy to see it come to a close. I am going to unplug for the weekend and just spend some time with my family and plan for whats next and next week, hopefully I will be back to my much more cheerful state of mind.

I hope you all have a GREAT weekend - you worked hard, you totally deserve a fun filled weekend, so GO HAVE SOME FUN!!!

The Troll

Dear Troll,

I was willing to let it go, walk away and that be it. But every time I turn around you take a digg. You want to digg...then fine, but you should know that for all the crap you talk about 'blogging' and what I do here, you need to realize that you're doing it.

Yes, that's right YOU! You assume I spend my time talking about you when in fact...um, I don't. You come here and hide in the shadows, lurk just beyond the martini glass and drink in every word I put here. You report it to those around you and fuel your theory that I'm a bad person, I'm a b**ch, or whatever you choose to say about me that day. Yeah, I know when you visit here - I know how long you spend here and what you read.

I could go on but there's no need. You're a troll and will always do as trolls do...lurk behind the Internet. Have fun reading this and if you ever decide you want to say something TO me instead of ABOUT me, I'll be around.

Not afraid to speak my mind...
~K

***This is intended not for the general population of lurkers out there, yeah you over there HI, if you have no idea what I'm talking about then its not you, but feel free to say say HI back...I don't bite! :)

Anger.

Red.

Pissed Off.

It's funny how my mood can go from exhausted and barely able to form a fully comprehensible thought to all of the above in mere seconds. Funny how, I was wallowing in my own pity with a cupcake one moment and sick to my stomach from the fury I felt in the next.

Drama has a funny way of finding you when you least expect it. Drama has a funny way of sneaking into your life when you are trying to avoid it.

Drama - you better hope you've got more than drama when you come knocking on my door, because it's not welcome in my home!

Chance it?

Do you play it safe or take a chance?

It was a question that stared at me from the screen on my computer - I tried not to pay attention to it and yet my mind could not escape its call, so I responded "depends on what you have to lose by chancing it & what you have to gain. Go with the one with the greatest reward!"

5:30 am - I find "play'n safe is for cowards, if your chance it, what really is there to loose?"

Innocently enough, it is just a question, yet it reveals so much about the people who comment, their personality, their attitudes.

Perhaps I am a coward - at least based on these standards. Being called a coward (even if not directly) stings, knowing there is a grain of truth to the words stings even more.

Coward or fool-guess it depends on the end result.

Do you take a chance or play it safe?