Ode to Insanity

Dear Insanity,

You and I are much to well acquainted.
I am beginning to believe that I can not live without you.
It is truly a love/hate relationship.
Every time I think I have you under control, you manage to get away again.
It is as though we are children playing cops and robbers.
The cop catches the robber but the robber always manages to escape.
Your prescence can not co-exsist with sanity, why is that?
It makes me feel like a dog on a track chasing the rabbit around in circles, never quite catching it.
So round and round we go.

Shut up and enjoy the ride.

the inside of my eyelids.......

I have decided that my favorite scene to look at is the inside of my eyelids......
Lots of crazy things can been seen there.
Especially in those rare moments of sleep.
Those moments are extremely rare lately.
I have been working a few extra shifts because the other part time guy at work quit.

But dreams are a funny thing.
They can leave you more worn out than you were when you are awake.
especially if your imagination is as strange weird active as mine as.

In Cinderella, she sings a song that says "A dream is a wish your heart makes when you're fast asleep."

Do you agree or disagree?  What about dreamless nights?  Does that mean you have no wishes?

What about those truly insane dreams where you are doing things are part of things you only vaguely remember?

I once had a dream that I helped Val Kilmer escape from prison.....and it was 1930.  And his mom (or someone who said she was his mom) drove the getaway car.

What does that mean?

Too much to think about.

But it is now 8 am, the kids have left for school and I get to embrace my favorite view.
the inside of my eyelids.

see you on the other side of whatever dreams are heading this way.


Today I will be greatful for the ability to dream, over-active imaginations, and creativity in general.  How boring would we all be without those attributes?

The road goes ever on and on.....

What is Saturday like at your house? 

At our house it is a strange day.
Growing up I really did not like Saturdays...not at all!!!!  Saturdays meant getting up earlier than I wanted to and cleaning all day.  I am not a big fan of cleaning.  A little mess does not bother me nearly as much as it should.

At our house, Saturday is truly the only day I get to come home from work, go to bed, and stay in bed.  I don't have to wake up for meetings, for school, for car pools, for church, not for anything.

There is one exception.......my children.  They have yet to master to art of sleeping in on Saturdays.  Cole will sleep in a little bit but no one else seems to have to the ability to sleep in. 
So they get up, make noise, make messes, and I hope make some memories in the process.

It is a good thing to be as broke as we are because our Saturday mornings are not filled up with football, dance, or soccer.

We get to just hang out and be us.   Chaos and all!

I'M NO SUPERMAN!

Ever watch that show "Scrubs?"

I LOVE the theme song of that show.....I can't do this all on my own,

I'm no Superman...

That is what I feel like lately.  I get asked all the time how I do it all.   It always makes me laugh because I like to do a lot,  but do not think I do it all.  I don't think I do any more than any one else.  I know my friends are just as busy as I am, they do just as much as I do.
So I was totally shocked and flattered that my friends on the PTA had nominated me for the Golden Apple Award.  It is a the highest honor the PTA can award.  I was given a copy of award application and three letters were attached, one form the principal, the pta prez and a teacher.  The winners will be announced in May.
What they wrote was so sweet and nice and flattering.  No I am not going to post it here, this blog is not for telling you all how great I am, cuz I am not great....not by any stretch of the imagination.  But their words made me very teary. 
I wish I could give my family an award instead.  They are what my insane level of volunteering possible.  They make me feel like a superwoman. 

So today I will be greatful for my family (no surprise there.) and be thankful for opportunities to volunteer at school.  I LOVE doing it!