Oops I crapped my pants.

So I go to get our mail last week and there is this cardboard box. Hmm. What could this be? Surely Mom ordered something....or something. But wait, it's addressed to me. Interesting. From "Young America Corporation Distribution Center". ?????

I turn it over and find this:

Hmm. Looks to me like free samples of tampons or something from 8th grade. So I'm like, what the h is this? So I open it up to find a bundle of joy:

In case you can't read that, this is ADULT UNDERWEAR! Naturally the first thing I did was run to get my phone and call Amy. Duh. Her one question was the only thing on my mind also "How the hell did you get on THAT mailing list??" Ugh. Enough said.

Not so fast

So I wrote the last blog I wrote waaaay to quickly. QUITE the eventful night. I should start out by saying that my mom is substituting at St. Mary of Carmel. This school might be awesome...but the constantina wire surrounding the building made me (rightfully so) extremely nervous. I don't love the idea of my mom working somewhere that they find constantina wire to be necessary. Moving on....

I'm sitting in the auditorium waiting for my mom to come back and this dumb show to start. Stage right: Fat man enters and approaches the microphone.

"Ladies and Gentleman, we are going to have to cancel the show. Unfortunately a man has decided to pull a gun on another parent and I'm being forced to ask everyone to evacuate the building for your safety and that of the children. I apologize -- we will try to put the show on tomorrow."

What the &*$#??! Not normal. Not okay. But no problem. We'll just try again tomorrow.....

Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas

As I write this first (very short) blog in...well....months...I am sitting at a keyboard (that's right. No pianos for us, but BAD ASS keyboards) in a gymnasium of a grade school. Why, prey tell am I in a gym with a keboard?

That's why. My cute little Momma. Maracas, tambourines, jingle bells and yes, a keyboard is her way of spreading a little Christmas Cheer. I got roped in to turn the pages as she plays. :/

I promise to blog more but I had to share her sarcastic smile with all of my little blog followers (let's be honest....maybe Anne, Amy, and Pat if I'm lucky).