Blogging takes a U turn this morning.

For those of you that know me, know that I can not drive downtown. It it says, “ONE WAY” I will still find a way to get lost on that street.

( I just heard my 8 year old tell my 6 year old, “Pull the underwear out of the crack of your butt Shea! You look like you’re wearing a thong and I do not need to see your butt shaking as you walk away!” and then the 6 year old pulled the underwear up further and shook what God gave her. Dear God, please don’t let her grow up to be one of “those” types of girls!)

Where was I? Oh yeah…me driving downtown. *rolling eyes* just imagine someone with a minivan, anxiety attacks, lack of directions and three girls in the van with me that KNOW this and using it against me…downtown. Numbers and Letters and that just happens to be where all the freeways come together and I have no idea which one connects to what. I could end up anywhere once I get ‘downtown’.

(The 6 year old is singing Bohemian Rhapsody at the top of her lungs. Shaun, I blame THAT one on you!)

Anyway…DEAR GOD IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO BLOG THIS STORY WITH HER SINGING LIKE THAT!
Where did she learn to be so damn dramatic? She is now singing “I can’t find my shoes, find my shoes, can’t find my DANG shoes…FIRE BOLT OF LIGHTING!” in the styles of Freddie Mercury.

So yeah, their dad graduated. we went. I didn’t get lost. SHE WONT STOP WITH THE SINGING! I wish you could hear this! She is taking the words to BR and making up her own getting ready for school song!!

The 8 year old is pacing back and forth like rainman about being late for school and having allergies and hating Friday lunch.

IS IT OUR FREE WEEKEND? Nope. This weekend is Projects, Softballs and birthday parties.

What was I talking about? I forgot. Dear Lord. Is it Friday yet???