Whatever Do They Think Of Me?

I was just getting ready to start another blog about Sarah (How she has been pretending to be a kitten, a dog, a pig and a baby for the past couple of weeks) and monetizing my blog when something funnier happened! 

As I began to title my blog, I overheard a conversation between the two little ones.  Let me set the stage for you; They are riding their scooters inside because the rain will not stop.  Today has been filled with the rumbling of scooter wheels up and down my entry way, around the kitchen island and back.  This is not exactly helping my rain induced sinus headache and it has become absolutely necessary to protect my toes. It does keep them entertained and I am not forced to listen to cartoons blaring from the television all day.  Let's just be honest here, happy kids = happy Mom!  Stage set, here's the conversation.



Olivia: Okay I think we can get away quick!
Sarah:  Yeah, we are gonna be fast!
Olivia: Let's go rob the bank!



Olivia: Mom, You know how you said you were gonna rob a bank? Are you really going to do that?
*******************PAUSE FOR MY INTERNAL THOUGHTS********************
What the hello kitty?  They CAN hear!  It's a Christmas Day miracle!  Oh My Gosh! Really?  Do they really think I would rob a bank?  Furthermore, do they know I plan to use their Father's police cruiser as my getaway car?  Oh my heavens I must watch what I say in front of them!
**********************END INTERNAL THOUGHTS****************************
Me:  No honey, I would never rob a bank!

I am tearing up here....they make me so proud!  In my defense and I hate to refer back to my previous blog, "Broke Is The New Black" but these are hard times in the Queen's Court.  Don't even get me started on how AEP is trying to ruin my life and my daughter's orthodontist thinks that I can magically make $3000.00 appear by June 6th (Which is ironically when AEP has threatened my electricity!) to continue her treatment! 

Before I go off the deep end, I am going to conclude my blog.

Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity

Where Oh Where Has This Blogger Gone......

Where oh where has this blogger gone, Oh where oh where can she be.....Well I can tell you where I haven't been, on here! I am such a loser in the blogging realm lately.

I am sure you aren't wondering where I have been but alas, I will be sharing exactly that!  The truth of the matter is, I haven't really been anywhere exciting.  Why you ask?  If you read my last blog, you should know that I can't afford to go anywhere!

I did get to go out one night a few weeks ago.  A partial group of the posse went out to Dapper Dan's for Boobapalooza, which was a fundraising event for breast cancer.  It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.  It was great because I won one month free of Zumba classes at a new gym here in town.  WOOT WOOT! It was the the worst of times because I got a little carried away in the celebration department and ended up praying to the porcelain gods all night.  My dear sweet husband decided it would be funny to post a picture of me on facebook in my weakened state.  Yeah, he just lost his World's Best Husband nomination from me.

Natalie and I had a yard sale.  I dug up whatever I could find to sell and made a mere $169.00. Natalie made double that!  Of course, she had the help of a shopaholic Mother who sends an over abundance of everything for every holiday.  Let's put it this way, Natalie's Mom sends so much stuff that she can fill her kids baskets, my kids baskets and the greater Columbus Area's kids' Easter baskets!  Now, I am not complaining because clearly we benefit greatly from her generosity!  I am just saying that Natalie has so much extra stuff, she can make a killing off of her Mom's habit.

This week has been pretty lame for me since I have no money and very little gas in my car - yes my car, the Pilot I normally drive has ZERO gas and is parked on the street until payday!  I am limited to necessary driving only.  Actually, I should be necessarily driving to the library right this minute to return some overdue movies but I would rather pay a late fee than waste gas. What's the logic in that? I digress.....

Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity