Funny. So. Funny.

So, last year, I discovered this lady who writes a blog... and I love her writing.



She is seriously amusing.



And today, she wrote Thursday Confessions on a Monday. Seriously, I want her to be my friend.



But I am not Mormon. Does that matter?



I crack up everytime I read her blog.



To my sister Melissa, you should check her out.



I could do a confession every day. Maybe I will.



I am going to be a copycat and do my own Monday Confession.

Here We GO!

Mel's Confession Monday (now Tuesday)

1. I am sick and tired of being at work. I am dying for a vacation. And a clean house.

****Update**** I am scheduled for time off of work the week of June 26th)

Horray for me!

2. I want to drop my class this semester. I am overwhelmed. I need a break. And I hate Math. Now I hate Geometry.



3. I am sick and tired of all the whining crybabies in my life. Including myself. Being one myself, it just makes others harder to take. There is no more room for whiners. Just me.



4. I was accosted this past week and it is my own fault. I tried to save 19 cents a lemon. And I was attacked for it.

5. I believe that if people in your life cause you mental issues, you can cut them out. I may be wrong. But it makes life easier.

6. I am living a never ending, full blown battle with dirty clothes in the house. Seriously, I am thankful for summertime and the lack of socks that I have to wash and fold. But soggy towels and washcloths seem to be everywhere in the house. They multiply like rabbits.

7. I hadn't done dishes in several days. I realised it yesterday when I stuck my hand in the bottom of my kitchen sick. There was a slimy dish towel. And slimy water. Yuck. So, I came home from work and proceeded to bleach the kitchen. Now I am happy.

8. I have had recent injury to one of my eyebrows. My last eyebrow waxing left me with a missing portion of my left middle brow. Now, I am spending time waiting for it to grow back. As punishment, the other parts of my eyebrows are now conjoined and I am becoming Uni-brow (but with one missing section).

Whew! I feel better.

A cranky working mommy.

you really know that it is a crazy day when one kid falls down the slide steps at the pool, one kid gets stung ON THE EAR by a wasp, and you get a phone call to come home and wipe a butt - ALL WITHIN AN HOUR.

Guess what happened to whom?

Facebook. Friend or Foe?

Ah, Facebook.

Where was I before I found you?


I will tell you where I was. I was secure, in my own little world. All of those "special friends" that I had made throughout grade school, high school, single years, and married years were all stored in their own little file. Now, all of those friends are mixing together, haunting me with different stories of what I have done in my life. Ugh.

Another issue that I have with Facebook is the hilariousness of people who don't speak to me in public, yet they want to be my "friend" on the internet. I think that they are referred to as "friend whores." So, what I do is this. I hit the IGNORE button, and bam, they are gone. For a short time. Then, they resurface. Again, and again. I just have an issue with sharing my everyday life stories with people who pass me at the Food Lion, and won't make eye contact.

I do love the Facebook feature that allows me to pick and choose who of my "friends" see what of my profile and pictures. But, really, if you think about it, shouldn't you feel comfortable enough to share with everyone?

I enjoy seeing what my "real" friends are doing. My tryst with Facebook begain after my mother- in- law joined. She called me and taunted me, saying "I am on Facebook; are you?" Not one to be outdone, I ran straight to the computer, and I joined up, too. Soon after, Dave joined. Then came Eli. There was an outpouring of Sadler family members. Soon, there was a Sadler group. Almost like a small Sadler-ville. "Well, this is nice," I thought.

Well, it was nice until people I hung with in a previous life found me. Then, I felt like a dirty, shameless hussy. Not really. But, it is kinda creepy to have all these people in one place. It is like a life reunion. Without the good food.

I know that there is a solution that allows me to go back to my regularly scheduled life. I can delete my account. But for some reason, I like knowing what happened to everyone. I like seeing the pictures of kids, vacations, and hearing about general day-to-day activities.