My kid really IS a genius

Yesterday Emma and Scott were playing outside. And Emma has this little playhouse, which Scott put a lock on so the door wouldn't slam open and shut. Well, Scott's little idea backfired when my little mini-me had him playing house with her and had the bright idea to lock him in the house. I was inside with Olivia when Emma casually came inside with a grin telling me she locked daddy in the house. Hilarious. She really, really did come from me. Scott was sitting in the house yelling, unbeknownst to me, when finally he found something to slide through the crack and flip the latch up and escape. This little incident reminds me of the time I locked my babysitter in the bathroom. I got in big trouble when my older brother came home and she was MIA. Emma, on the other hand, was praised for her sheer brilliance.

Jon and Kate Minus Jon

Okay so after reading the article in People I realize I may have been a little harsh on my previous blog. A little. So Kate runs the house and the 8 kids and then her loser husband, who really actually kinda looks like a loser, has an affair for the whole world to witness. Nice job, Jon without an "h". The best part is her attitude about it. Of course the media has twisted this to make it look like she deserves it because she's a control freak and somewhat of a bitch, but it's great because she laughs in the face of all of them. Now THAT'S a true bitch. And I love her. Stupid Jon. The "mistress" isn't even cute! Could have at least made it worth it.

Small milestones

Two great things happened this week. One, I got two of my pants to button...well, one was velcro, but they closed. Two, if I stand up tall and raise my arms above my head and reach for the sky, I can see ribs. Welcome back. Nice to see you again.

Jon and Kate Plus 9?

I received my People magazine today and these people are on the cover of my beloved mag??? Really. A family has 8 kids, the guy has an affair, and they get the cover. This is hardly cover worthy. And now I'm so pissed, I'm starting to think they should each get a free pass once a year. Of course he had an affair. And she should, too.

Grass mowing = Therapy

I mowed the grass today for the first time since we have lived together. I knew I would be taking a chance with my life when Scott would come home and see the crooked lines and the bagger ripped off the lawn mower. I have to tell you, though, grass mowing is absolute therapy. My mind is clear and I feel relaxed and refreshed. The grass isn't finished, it looks like shit, Scott's eyes almost detached from his face, but I feel great about it. And now Emma is requesting broccoli and celery...could this day get any better. I think not.