what day is it?

Ok I am going ot let you in on a little secret. I write my post in apple works first. This gives me the opportunity to look over each and every post. Now I do not always take that opportunity but hey it’s there. Doing this has brought me to one conclusion. I am not that creative. But I have known that for years. I hate writing my thoughts down. It is hard for me to put them down in writing. My mind goes so fast and my fingers can not keep up. I also tend to think about 3 or 4 things at the dame time. for example right this second I am thinking 1. spelling 2. who is playing lava girl A or G. I am hoping it is g. but then who is he playing? 3. if I get paid now thrus. and my mullah isn’t in the bank when can I go get the check from school. (It is direct deposit this month. but then again they said that last month too) 4. what day of the week is it? so for those of you who know me can agree to this statement, I am not a bland as I seem in writing.

With that said, I need to be more constructive. #4 bothers me. I should know what day it is. oh the woes of not having to go to work for weeks. Don’t hate me b/c I’m beautiful. Hate me b/c I am a goody two-shoes. Just kidding I rather you not hate me at all. Just be very jealous.

that would be a poor attempted at humor Speaking of which, I love my kids they constantly keep me laughing. we went to Gellti sellti. Right across the street. I let them get 2 scopes (a small). Me. A got strawberry and mint chocolate chip and ms. G got oreo and mint chocolate chip. I got white chocolate and raspberry sherbet. I know they get their wonderful taste buds from me. So anyway, i wish I had brought my camera. They both had ice-cream all over them. It ws so hot that it was melting before they could eat it. Mr. a handled it like a man, He just let it get all over the table and all over him and all over me. Ms. G now she is a little ocd. She just kept getting more and more napkins and madder and madder b/c she couldn't keep it cleaned up. She was so upset over that ice-cream dripping down her arm that I was afraid I would not be able to get her in the car until she ws scrubbed clean. Guess who wanted in the shower first? Ms. G. Mr. A needed it but he did not care. It was quiet humorous.

I better getting going. I have got to get started on that constructiveness.