work

ya our house is a disaster. the dog has not yet gotten out of the puppy chew stage neither has jax or apparently owen. molly and mikaydi plot ploy and plan each day for optimal destruction and they are quite talented by the way. frans takes after his father and drops his pile of stuff were ever he may and leaves it for another day. haylee is practicing that teenager thing and insists on keeping her room bugler Prof by making it look as if she has already been robed and poor jenny trying to keep up with us all. now let me mention that me and Jenny's week has been insane with both of us working and scout pies to make. the inmates have been running the asylum. guess what they are not very good at it i tend to think it is bad parenting but jenny just sais its because there my children which ""your right dear. anyway the other day after calmly asking for clean rooms for the millionth time molly came out and exclaimed I'm done daddy come and see. i think wow its a miracle molly is normally the most resistant to any thing work. well i proceed enthusiastically excited to see the mighty change and open the door to a mountain of crap no that's not quite right more like two mountains of stuff with a small valley which meandered searingly into the distance stunned silent i hear the faint whisperings of an angle saying look daddy i made a path.

were am i

you ever wake up then notice your brain laying next to you in bed. welcome to my week so much to do and my brain decides its time for a nap. it took me three days to realise i was a zombie. it hit me in the most inopportune time i was trying to organise a pie assembly line and pow i realised all my thoughts muffled by a misplaced pillow very disorienting. i am finding it quite hard to get my brain back into my head not to mention hooked up right.

is it monday or friday

i sit and type thinking and wondering "were is my wife". wait what day is it, Tuesday no she would be at work at the library so that rules out Thursday as well. Monday? no because the boys would be at wrestling and there not they are camping in there bed room. its defiantly not Wednesday because i have scouts but here i sit wondering. Friday is defiantly out of the question because she would be here its the only time i get to see her lately. i don't even know what happens on Saturday all i know is i work she works i have no idea what the kids do and then Sundays are the biggest whirlwind of them all. i still don't know what day it is.

in thought of having no thoughts i write just to write why, it relaxes me it is a therapeutic brain release a brain dump if you will. what has my brain to dump this evening? not much my brain is pretty empty. i cant find any thing funny i cant find anything serious just a mumble jumble of interlocking words which if typed in any other order could have been funny or even intelligent but alas it is what it is and that is not much.

when the cats away

in my hast to get to Church on time and the fact that jenny was not home lead to me allowing frans to make it to church in pants that looked like he had just gutted a deer. owen tried to worn me and my response was he either wares the pants he has on or he is going in his underwear. i think it is a good thing that the kids believe me when i say some thing but good grief. i must add that i had spent 30 minuets trying to get frans in pants in the first place. in reference to me privies blog clothing optional i need to mention that as i drove by the house wail working Saturday a streak of milky wight flesh flashed in the corner of my eye and drew my attention to the fact i had a child outside scantily clad. i must also mention jenny was away at a wedding and had the three youngest culprits with her so the nude dude was one of my older children ill let you guess which one i still haven't gotten to the bottom of the story perhaps I'm better off not knowing.

just passing some knowledg

i discovered and felt i should immediately share that strawberry containers do not make a good food conveyance device. it so happened that i at 5 am put my chilled semi solid soup in a strawberry container thinking yes just the right size. well by lunch i discovered strawberry containers are perforated with holes so strawberries can breath. well just the chunks of my soup survived the straining and my wallet caught the rest. so don't put soup in strawberry containers and soup soaked wallets taste like soup

it aways hapens to me

i was reminded today what a kerfuffle any shopping trip is for me. i was taken back to the day i simply ordered two egg mcmuffin sandwiches and received and paid for eight sandwiches of all varieties and only discovered said cornucopia of McDonald delights ten miles down the road. now if you know me you know i considered this a blessing. usually I'm not so lucky i normally end up with a lack of fries which in and of itself is a travesty or i spend a great deal of time fixing the situation. shopping at any store is the same. i once bought one water container and thought as i walked out the door " five hundred dollars that don't seem right" well the store assistant proceeded to load five water containers on my trailer yes don't ask me how that got mixed up. well recently i went to the parts store to get pipes and stuff and walked out in a hurry not looking at the receipt. well some time later i discovered an extra part and when i look at the receipt to check i noticed the tax for 50 dollars in parts was 391.00 dollars holy crap i figured Mr Obama's new tax plan was going to be bad but yikes a 400% sales tax increase. so the moral of this story is if you want it done right don't send me.