Thursday, January 31, 2008

TFT: An Eye for an Eye

Just to start this isn't supposed to be a debate on Capital Punishment, just a thoughts on some situations. And because I am on the fence of that issue, esp how it is used in this country. That being said, on the news this morning, these two parents were sentenced to 3 and 5 yrs for leaving their 14 mo old either strapped to a stroller or in his playpen in the house, while they went out drinking(the story). The child was unresponsive and had life threatening diaper rash. I almost think it would be fitting to strap them to a chair for what would be an equivalent of the time, not be fed, feel what a life threatening diaper rash feels like along with letting their body temp fall to 84 degrees. I feel horrible when PB has a small little rash. But they obviously didn't really care about themselves either, since it sounds like the house was NASTY. Stories like this just piss me off because there are loving people in the world who can't have kids and then people like this breed like cockroaches. My favorite line is from the father who doesn't do diapers thats the wife's job. These are the instances when I think, you know there is something to that whole eye for an eye saying.

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Hungry Now.

So it was quite the afternoon. Peanut Butter decided to be naughty while she was watching a dvd on the computer. So I made her get down. A tantrum ensued fort the next 40 minutes due to the fact I wasn't giving in on the nuk wither. She must have cried and thrown herself around so much she got hungry. So she started eating her grapes while trying to keep the tamtrum going. Here is the results.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008


This is insane; it was so nice the last couple days, even this morning. Around noon they started closing the area schools. So we figured the storm was coming in a little faster than projected. So I quick fill up with gas after work , I wonder if they thought there would be a run on gas since one of the stations rose their price 7 cents. Then I grabbed PB from daycare and ran to the grocery store. I get out of the grocery store around 3 and it's freezing rain, which turns to snow in the 5 min drive home. It is now so windy. When I leave for work in the morning they are expecting it to be 30 below with the wind chill, oh and those winds are supposed to be around 50mph. YIKES. I sometimes wonder if living in southern Wisconsin has turned me into a Sally from living in northern Wisconsin. I used to wait for the bus when it was below zero and didn't think twice about it. You knew it was cold because the inside of you nose froze up. Though years of shoveling the snow has not been forgotten, when it snow 3 inches, I don't say, "oh my god we sure did get a lot of snow. I still consider that a dusting compared to lake affect snow. But I am now like my mother in the sense she is always cold, and the girl who wore shorts to school in the winter is always cold now. I have to sleep with an electric blanket. I don't know what happened.

Monday, January 28, 2008

A Warm Spell

It was actually pretty nice out this afternoon. Peanut Butter and I even went for a walk to the library. She enjoyed the walk part, but not so much the library. She wanted out of the stroller. It felt good to be outside walking. I actually burned some calories today. My friend and I walked up and down an incline at work today for 20 min. on our breaks, while we compared mommy notes.

The boy is sick with a sore throat. I think he might have gotten it from the girl. I have a feeling she had a sore throat last week.

I'm a little upset. I put in an order with on the 23rd and it's still processing. WTH. I really need my laundry detergent. It says 1-2 days processing 2-7 ship. But it hasn't even shipped yet. I will be so p.o.ed if I have to go buy some and it comes in the mail that day. I do have quite a bit of dreft left. But I don't think that really cleans anything.

Saturday, January 26, 2008

Get Mortified

I found this site, get mortified, yesterday, well yahoo found it for me on my front page. Hilarious! Watching people read their old diaries. It's funny what was such life and death back then. I was going to post a video with me reading a page from one of my old ones, but I need to find a better way to do it, so it doesn't take 10 hrs to upload. So I'll leave you peeps with an excerpt to tease you.
March 9th 1991(my junior yr.)
Went over to M's watched TV, went to Copps and then out with Di and these geeks from Ashland. Dude spare me. I saw M and Amy & I was kinda pissed. I don't know why. Then he calls and asks why I didn't come over, coz Amy was there. I don't know I guess she really hates when I'm w/ him. Oh well b*tch. I guess he told her that I'm an awesome friend & he likes talking to me. I can't remember what she said & I guess Bill(s.t.) told Jody to tell me not to get mixed up w/ M. I don't know dude.

Friday, January 25, 2008

8 Hours

It's just 8 hours right. I say that everyday when I walk into work, "Its just 8 hours, you can do 8 hours." Why am I killing myself going to work? It's like the commercial says, you have to be there 40 hours a week you should enjoy it. I wish I could do something else, but I'm stuck. I don't have a college degree and the credits I do have don't count for much these days. I don't have any skills anymore, other than being a babysitter for adult males who for the most part act like children. Taking an entry level job some where to climb back up the ladder is just not financially worth it. I'll admit it's the pay and benefits that keep me right where I'm at. I really need to look in to finishing my degree. I need to find a place where I can do the majority of it online. I only need about 40 credits. Today has just been a long 8 hours.

On a more positive note, Miss Peanut Butter is obsessed with the computer. I now have to play a DVD most of the afternoon so she isn't clicking away or pounding on the keys. She still pounds the keys, but they don't get her anywhere usually. She does find the start button now and then. But she's sit and watch, move the mouse and type. I bought this Blue's Clues DVD set on Tues. and each one plays forever. There must be 6 hours on it. She was so cute yesterday sitting at the desk with the keyboard tray pulled out and leaning on it as her tiny legs are hanging over the edge of the chair watching Blue. I so wish I would've caught a photo of it, but the camera is on the desk and I'm sure she would've moved if I went to get it.

The boy heads out on a date tonight, it's with a group, but gosh they seem too young. He tried to play it off with his dad telling him he was going with his "friends" but J started asking what friends and the girls came into play. Of course he needs money for the movie too, I told J why are you giving him money. He hasn’t done anything. His reply " I can't tell him he can't go." No I guess you can't. J said he's going to tell him he has do do some work, but of course he'll be gone this afternoon, so I'll have to tell him. In the immortal words of clueless "Whatever". It's a bit funny seeing the IM each other they have so-an-so loves so-an-so as their names with lots of hearts and such. Oh to be in Jr. High again.

I did happen to catch her today! It was p.j. day at daycare, apparently she went with bed head too. Unless that her after nap hairdo.

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Thoughts for Thursday: Autism in Girls goes Undiagnosed

I found it interesting that I got an email from Kristy about five for fighting donating $0.40 to Autism Speaks for watching this video. And tonite on the ABC Nightly News they had a segment about girls being under detected for autism, that the numbers are probably higher, but because we "socialize" girls more than boys. Which means we teach them to be good and nice and sharing and the like, which gives some girls with autism enough social skills to go undiagnosed. I have been interested in the disease and have read and listened to some information. I read Ali E's blog, her son has autism. But most of this info is about boys. I thought the socializing aspect was interesting. Do we really treat boys and girls that different at that young of age? I have a girl and I do say that is nice and that is naughty. You're a pretty girl. Oh are you going to share with me? Let's sit together and play. But I would think I would do and say most of those things with boy too. But my daughter does do things I don't know where she gets them from. Putting on necklaces, she's never seen me do that. Carrying a purse. Putting a boa on? there is no cabaret here. They taught her to blow kisses at daycare, but I don't think they'd be doing that for the boys. She also wants to brush her hair and teeth, and I still have a hard time getting the boy to do that.
I was wondering if anyone had thoughts on this socializing differences? Do we raise/treat infant and toddler boys and girls that differently? Are some boys and girls born with some traits?

Wednesday, January 23, 2008


I almost saved this for my Thoughts for Thursday, but I have 8 hrs of work tomorrow to think of something a little more substantial. There is nothing like sitting down to pee and you get up and realize you just sat in someone else's pee. WTH! Why do males have such a hard time hitting the target? My stepson did it and I know it is because he doesn't care, he'll leave his own feces on the seat without thinking twice. If you cannot pee without hitting the seat please lift it, hang on to the sucker and aim, or have the decency to clean it up; your playstation game is on pause, it is not going anywhere. I desperately hate cleaning the bathroom because there is pee everywhere on the toilet, down the front, on the seat on the rim. I'm amazed it's not all over the walls, on second thought....

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

I'm Done

The girl was in full form today. We're going on about a 30 min nap . She hasn't eaten a whole lot today and she seems to be coughing back some food which has me wondering if she has a sore throat. Apparently it has been going around. She had a fever again on Sunday. We did a little shopping today. I went to Old Navy hoping to find a winter jacket for Peanut Butter for next year on clearance and whoo hoo I did. I got it for $8.49. I was very happy it was the last 2t left in any color but white. White just doesn't work for this family. Does white really work for any child? I really need to find a good stain remover. I love the ecover one, but I cannot find it anywhere. It was like whole foods had it one day and said I think Robyn ran out let's stop carrying it. After further review I found it on I am in heaven. The internet is such an amazing thing.
Here's a little video of how most meals end at our house. She rips her bib off and starts rocking her chair. As you can see the dog is stalking for scraps. When she really wants out she starts whipping food on the floor.

Sunday, January 20, 2008


So the Pack lost in overtime. Dang. Though I will probably be able to watch the Super Bowl now without having to either work 3rd shift the night before, work 2nd shift somewhere with a tv or by calling in sick. Though I have a feeling the game isn't going to be all that good. Unfortunately I think the Pats will smoke the Giants. I'm wondering how warm my hubby is feeling right now, I think I saw him on tv when Tynes missed the 2nd field goal. I tivoed the game so I'll have to ask him tomorrow, since I need to be off to bed in a few since I have to work tomorrow. Since Zoe said she'd stand in her panties to see Favre, I'll have to try and post some photos from the last game of the season in 2005 when they were so sure it was his last year. We happened to score 50 yard line tickets at face value. We were like 10 rows up. It was AWESOME. Got to keep my eye on him the whole game.
I just talked to J he's all depressed, it was him I saw on tv. He said that when the Giants score the field goal, it was the quietest he's ever heard the stadium. Poor guy, he's heartbroken.

Thursday, January 17, 2008

TFT: A Better Than I Had it Life

I've be wondering if giving our kids a better than what I had life is all it is cracked up to be. Up until I was in the 4-5th grade we grew up fairly poor. My mom used the pretty colored money(food stamps) to buy food. I wore quite a bit of hand me downs, which would be ok if any of my relatives were girls. I remember people asking me if I like dressing like a boy. I did have some girl items, and I was pretty much a tomboy, so it didn't really bother me at the time. I remember being scared to tell my parents that I broke my glasses, because they cost so much, that I pretended that I could see without them. Like they bought that. I remember Christmas being a big deal because that is when we looked through the "wish book" and got to pick out what we hoped to get for Christmas. My brother and I never really grew up without, if we needed it, we got it, but we also understood at a fairly young age that we had to earn money. We had a list of chores that had to be done around the house. By high school, if we weren't involved in a sport we were expected to have a job. We were expected to get good grades and we had to be responsible for ourselves. We didn't get rides to or from practices unless we couldn't find one and walking home wasn't an option, ie below zero temperatures. Even in 4th grade I rode my bike over a mile to the little leauge field. We didn't get taken to the pool, #1 because we didn't have one and #2 the lake is free. Birthday parties were held at McD's or we ordered pizza. We didn't have a tv in our rooms, if I wanted to watch 90210, I had to ask or set up the vcr to record it. I don't think there was anything wrong with any of it. I actually feel guilty sometimes when I'm at work, not really working. I feel like I should be doing something. My husband grew up pretty much the same, except he had to work on a farm as a kid.

Now we have this feeling that we have to give our kids a better life than what we had. I will admit it, I don't like to give my daughter hand me downs or clothing items from a yard sale. I have no problem buying all the stuff on clearance, but it just knowing I bought it new for her some how makes me feel good. Maybe the feelings of being teased are surfacing now. My husband sees almost no limit in getting stuff for his son who is 11. He gets a new bat for baseball every year, I never owned a bat until he bought me one. He makes sure he has fairly expensive shoes for all his sports. His son always got a ride for everything up until last year when it was decided it would be ok for him to walk 2 blocks. If he forgets something we run for it. He has a tv and a ps3 in his room so he never has to converse with the rest of the family if he chooses. The girl has one in her room too, but it doesn't work, and she doesn't really play up there anyway. He got a cell phone for Christmas, I didn't have a phone in my room until high school, and it wasn't a separate line. For his birthday we are taking him and 4 of his friends to a condo that has a water park for the night. Last year they went to the Big Ten Basketball Tournament in Chicago. He has been to at least 3 Packer games, and numerous Brewer games, and thinks nothing of asking for anything and everything while we're there. He gets upset when you ask him to do anything and stares are you like he's in shock that you want him to do something, like clean his room. I shoveled a pretty large driveway and parking area when I was growing up, usually more than once in a day if it was snowing that hard. He thinks shoveling an inch of snow of the sidewalk is a major feat. I'm kind of going off about him because the girl is only 16 mos and I want to prevent this from happening to her. I remember taking him to the store when J and I first got together and he was 3-4 and expected to get a treat for being good in the store. I understand that we want them to have more than what we had, but are we giving it at a bigger price than just what the tag says? Why do I get "the look" when I say things need to be earned and if going without, because it was forgotten, starts teaching some responsibility than so be it? Am I really an evil stepmother? Why is this generation called the playstation generation? Why are all these adults still living at home? Is this giving them a better than what we had life?

Wednesday, January 16, 2008


The big to do around here is the Packers hosting the NFC championship. Tickets are going for outrageous prices. J is going, he paid around $400 for his ticket. He was mad that I didn't want to go. He couldn't believe I'd pass up seeing this game in person. When is it ever going to happen again? All I could think about was what that $400 could pay for. I got bills. He's like we'll use our tax refund. I said you go ahead and use your refund, but not touching mine. I want to go on a vacation and I want to go some where other than a cold ass field in the middle of January for one evening, regardless of if Favre quits if they go to the Super Bowl. He'll probably end up spending another hundred up there. Crazy. Though there is this one guy, his wife, and baby, from Australia, who sold everything to follow the Packers through out the season. She must be a saint, because there is no way. I'm just not that big of a fan.

Peanut Butter has seemed to have learned a new word, "Mine!" She was using it yesterday with zeal if you tried to take something from her. "Mine, mine, mine!" I didn't think that would've been one of her first words, but there you have it: Mama, Da, dog, hi, and mine. She also says something that sounds a lot like "crazy guy" but I haven't figured that one out yet.

Finished The Subtle Knife, it was pretty good, it really kept me reading. I hope the third one is in at the library.

Monday, January 14, 2008


Peanut Butter was running a fever today. I gave her some tylonol and she seemed to be feeling better. She has the runny nose and cough too. Poor girl. She's just so tired. I hope I don't get a call from daycare tomorrow.

The boy and his team played pretty well this weekend. They beat a team that crushed them a few weekends ago. I'm just to entirely frustrated with him, that I seriously am at my wits end. Maybe I take things too personally, I don't know. I specifically asked him if he had his uniform before he left on Friday night and he said yes. I asked him when he brought it home he said the night before. I said ok so we won't be getting a call tomorrow morning that you need your uniform? Nope. No, not the next morning, the same night, he forgot his shorts and his backpack. I don't know why I'm the only one who gets frustrated in this. The next morning he forgot his whole sports bag, but remembered the ipod. I'm glad he was with his mother. I don't know when or if he'll ever learn any responsibility. I took J I'm done doing his laundry. I should not have to turn all his clothes right side out and separate his underwear from his pants and the like. J just sighs. Vent, vent, vent. There I'll change topics.

What's up with Rock of Love? I don't understand these chicks. It's a train wreck I cannot keep my eyes off of. Celebrity Rehab is another one I'll probably be hooked on. I was like "wow" after the first one. Speechless. So if the writer's strike contiues I'm stuck with rock of love, celbrity detox, and american idol. Please, please settle!!!

Friday, January 11, 2008


Friday numero dos. It was a long day. Peanut Butter was quite the character today. I had to give in and give her a nuk to calm the tantrum. We have been trying to break the nuk habit, only allowing it at bed time and nap time, but when she's in all out tantrum phase I and J usually will give in. We're enablers, I know. After that she hopped up on her chair and the girl who usually will not wear a hat decides she needs to wear a hat. At least it's the one I paid a lot for. I still really like it. Then she pulled it down over her eyes. I have a feeling she's getting into dress up play. She's been trying to wear our shoes, which is funny because she also hates to wear her shoes. She's been putting the boa on and walking around with the purse. She's also been talking away on her cell phone or her tv remote which she now seems to think is a phone.

The boy has basketball tomorrow, at least it's pretty close, about 20 miles. They went to the varsity game tonight, J did not want to go, but the boy's mom didn't want to take him either so he got stuck.

I finished reading the Golden Compass. I don't get what the hubbub is about. I've been cruising through the next one, The Subtle Knife, which is much better and has by far a lot more of the controversy themes going on in it.

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Thoughts for Thursday

I'm sorry if I'm stepping on any toes by doing thoughts for Thursday. I started reading them and got hooked. Like today I was reading PixieDust's blog about are some people destined to do bad things and it was something I had been thinking about for a while. As some of you know I'm a huge Buffy fan. I've been watching season 7 again in my scrapbooking room over the last couple weeks. It is essentially the big battle between good and evil. Can we have one with out the other, I don't think so. I think we all want to be good, and in some cases, even moments, it is a struggle. I think that things happen in our lives that we cannot prevent, that in some strange way shape us and either make us or break us. I don't know how many of you have watched Intervention on A&E, but it seems that most of the addicts have something that they are trying to forget or are screaming out loud to be fixed by using. They have been molested, felt neglected, and so forth. I get that, having my own issues. I am also usually surrounded by people who have done unthinkable things on a daily basis. I have seen people who just do not care about another human being's life and are not afraid to express as much. I have seen people do unimaginable things to themselves in order to get what they want or get some attention. I have no hope that a pedophile can be cured, and they should never be let out on the streets again. I have been wondering if the whole locking people up thing really has any affect on people. It seems to be a badge of honor for some, a minor inconvenience for some, it's not some people's fault, and others I do believe take it to heart. This may be where the upbringing comes in. I think instilling the basic "do on to others" mentality into people is where it all begins. I'm not saying this in the biblical sense either. I just think that having the thought of "how will what I do affect other people" is really the basis for everything. Which begins the struggle of good and evil because once something bad/evil is done to you, you do have the thoughts of well, some one did it to me. It is the rising above these trespasses, if you will, is where the battle for good starts to win. Have I gone way off topic here? Sorry about the rambling.

Wednesday, January 9, 2008


Whew, thank god it's Friday, well my Friday anyway. I have tomorrow off and work Friday and have Sat, Sun, Mon off. Which is why this is my Friday #1. It was a long seven days after being off for 2 weeks.

I think I have found the cause of my skin problems. BioKleen laundry detergent. I try to save the planet and I get a skin reaction. Since I switched back to method things have gotten a lot better. I went to the dermatologist yesterday and he scratches me with his fingernail to see if it will induce hives. Well it didn't induce hives, but it did induce the heebee-geebees. I was so grossed out after that, I really didn't care what he said.

Peanut Butter is still co sleeping and frankly, I don't know how much more I can take. She goes to sleep like an angel and bam between 10:30 and midnight something wakes her up that will not let her lay back down in her crib. But she'll curl up and go right to sleep in our bed. Then the moving around the bed starts and as soon as she so much as brushes against J he picks her up and dumps her on my head. Once fine but continually through the night. Just pick her up and put her in her crib!! I know, I know, I should do the same thing, but darn it I have to get up at 4 30, I don't want to get out of bed before that, and the one time I did this week she woke up screaming at 5 as I'm getting dressed to leave and is pissed that I will not stay and cuddle. I just need her to instantly start talking and tell me what the deal is and go back to babbling.

So I think I'm going to take the plunge and go to the scrap for a cure . J said it was a go, the only bad thing is it is my birthday, but I'm sure we can do something an
other night. And I'm supposed to work that weekend, but another day off isn't always a bad thing.

Sunday, January 6, 2008

A new game

I got this from Driving with the Brakes On and deiced to give it a try. I used our itunes first, which is a menagerie of the family's music, and then my mp3 player, which is just my music. My mp3 didn't shuffle very well, I kept getting the same songs, so i cheated to get a new song, and as you will read a lot of the same artists.


1. Put your MP3 player on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. You must write the name of the song no matter what. No cheating!

Funky Cold Medina - Tone Loc Mp3 something to belive in - aqualung

Talk of the Town - Jack Johnson MP3 hemmorage- fuel

Straw Hat and Old Dirty Hank - Barenaked Ladies (haw haw) MP3 C'mon C'mon - The von bondies

Courtsey of the red white and blue - Toby Keith (not really) MP3 Wrap your arms around me - Barenaked Ladies

Animals - Nickleback MP3 Better Man - Pearl Jam

Piggies - The Beatles (hmmm) MP3 Heartspark Dollarsign - Everclear

c is for cookie - cookie monster MP3 Crawling - linkin park

Hair of the Dog - Nazareth MP3 My Wish - Rascal Flatts

Axel F - Crazy Frog ( i actually had to play it I didn't know what song it was.) MP3 Everything to Everyone - Everclear

WHAT IS 2+2?
Like the way I do - Melissa Etheridge(it's from sesame street.) MP3 What a Good Boy Barenaked ladies

Voodoo - Godsmack MP3 The Boxer - Simon and Garfunkel

Slither - Velvet revolver MP3 Bittersweet - Fuel

Another one bites the dust - Queen MP3 Here It goes - OK GO

Captain Vegetable - Captain Vegetable (lol) MP3 Milkshakes - kelis (hmm)

Highway Blues - New Stories MP3 Upside Down - Jack Johnson

Shine your light - Robbie Robertson MP3 The Old Apartment Barenaked Ladies

Butterfly Kisses - Bob Carlisle MP3 Wrap your Arms around me - Barenaked ladies

Pump up the Jam - Technotronic MP3 Breathe Me - Sia

The Rainbow Connection - Sara McLachlan Mp3 Daughter - PearlJam

More than a Feeling - Boston Mp3 Homeward Bound Simon and garfunkel

This Frog - Kermit the Frog MP3 1979 - Smashing pumpkins

A New Game(Da riffs madden mix) - A new Game Mp3 Homeward bound - Simon and Garfunkel

Well I know know what any of that means. But only 4 of the itunes songs were mine, not that I don't like most of them. 4 of them were pb's and the rest were J's.

Thursday, January 3, 2008

Thoughts for Thursday

Yep, this is a lame thought, but it has been buggin' me for a while now. Why doesn't Dora the Explorer's shirt fit? Seriously, does a cartoon need to bare her midriff? Is there something I'm missing? Diego doesn't let his pants hang so you can see his underwear, so why doesn't Dora's shirt fit?


For Zoe I am posting some of my recently done scrapbook pages. I've been scrappin' for about 4-5 years. I am very slow and I tend to lift a lot. I used to be a 2 page multi photo scrapper and now it's usually 1 photo on a single page. I am trying to incorporate more photos, but don't get your hopes up. I try to journal on most layouts and now usually use my crappy handwriting because I'm to lazy to go downstairs to set up a word doc for a couple lines. This is also why a lot of my journaling is hidden. I usually print my own photos; I have a canon pixma printer, love it. It is nice is some regards, as I can have the photo I want when I want it. But I don't print nearly as many photos as I used to. I should really upload and print a bunch at one of the sites. I just hate the time it takes to upload and usually you can't edit much after you've uploaded. I will not digi scrap, I don't really even consider it scrapbooking. I may just be bitter at the fact I can't figure out how to use my photoshop. I usually use picasa or the microsoft program that came with the computer to do basic edits on my photos. I would be one of those people who have hundreds of dollars is supplies, but always need more. I am refraining from buying for as long as I can hold out and force myself to use what I have. I do have my own room and I tend to watch TV more than scrap a lot of times. I watch tv seasons on dvd; currently it is season 7 of Buffy and I will be starting season 3 of veronica mars that I got for Christmas. Here's a link to my gallery at scrapjazz, but I don't upload there much anymore.

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

Happy New Year

You would've thought we were out partying til the break of dawn last night. Peanut Butter and I didn't get out of our p.j.s until 3:30. We slept in til 9 :30 and then needed a nap around one as the Badgers lost the outback bowl. I wasn't feeling to hot, I had a horrible sinus headache. We did go out for supper last night we had a gift certificate for this restaurant that will remain nameless. The food was horrible. J ordered a medium t bone and it was well done. Our baked potatoes seemed like they had been sitting cooked and buttered for hours and the veggies were drenched in oil and all wilty. It was by far one of the worst meals I've half eaten. PB's chicken strips and fries were the best thing we ordered. The funny thing is J called for reservations and they said we can do 5:30 but not 6 and we got there and there was only 2 other tables seated. Like they wanted us to think they were going to be busy. J and I stayed up until midnight; I actually scrapped last night, though I didn't finish a page. I'm off to my room after I finish this post. Maybe I'll accomplish something.

I still have some patches of skin that are unbelievably either chapped or something. J seems to think the shingles are back in a different spot. I don't know it that is possible. I may have to check out web md.

So I wish I could be as creative as Zoe, with her resolutions but mine are pretty simple, be better with my funds and get this house uncluttered. Wish me luck.

Here's some pictures of PB and what happens when you leave her alone for more than 5 min.