The oddly normal life of Clorie

 It seems odd to me, that someone who was always getting mad at me, who felt that I was "shitty to work with" Still takes time out of their day, to read, and then go on to talk about what they read, in my blogs.  I guess its like that quote, "Love me or hate me, either way your thinking about me" ha. Insane in a way really.  So work went really well today. Busy but not insanely so. Just enough to keep us moving and make time pass by the way it should. Then I get home and I am told that I apparently have a stalker, so once again I am told I should keep what I say in MY Blogs to myself. Freedom of speech is an awesome thing. I am not going to stop blogging, I enjoy it. I enjoy going back and remembering my crazy days, or remembering how I thought something was the end of the world and when I go back and read it thinking oh wow... It gets so much worse! I love re reading the funny things my kids have said and done, and the odd stories customers have told me. Also the

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 So what's been up with me? Read the title. Lots of $hit. Nothing too major or full of drama though. That's nice.  Kids have been going to school. Hannah had her first big project, she loved it, of course. My Aunt had her baby, Emma Marie, the most beautiful baby ever thus far! I am honestly in love with her, and would totally kidnap her if not for the fact that I know my Aunt is the milk maker! I miss those sweet baby cuddles. Luckily my Aunt lives near by.  Work has been going pretty well. Everyone getting along for the most part. No 2 days are alike that is for sure. Between Grant making a "dough dick" and Misty whining out her nose every day is something new, and equally as insane as the day before.  I noticed this past week, that every day, we would have at least one conversation about shit. Its almost like Forrest Gump and the whole "SHRIMP" thing with Bubba. We have spoken about: Snake shit. Shitting too often. Being constipated from the c

 A little boy who was a customer of mine the other day, thought I was funny. He was looking at mom and grandma through his binoculars and they would make a funny face, so when he looked at me, I guess he didn't expect me to make a face, but I did. Because I was so funny he wanted to tell me his newest joke:  "Knock Knock" Who's there? "Impatient cow"   Impatient cow wh--- "MOOOOOOO"  As much as I am sure a book about nothing but the odd, and funny things my kids say would be interesting, I also think a blog about things said, and done at work would be a best seller too. Today for example. Bossman was cooking pasta, I noticed it was about to be overcooked and since he was interviewing someone, I drained his pasta... Later to gain the recognition needed I let him know. "Thanks for draining my noodle, Clorie" Over heard from a customer by Bossman this very same day "I've never been called a cracker!" If only the customers

 Some may do that for our Country and I have full respect for those putting their life on the line for our freedom. I would like to give my utmost thanks to all of the brave men and woman of our country.  That being said, whatever your job... If you are a parent, that comes first or it is at least some what of a priority in your life. In my life it is. No matter where i am at, my kids are on my mind, able to reach me, and I am there to tell them I love them, often probably more so than they want to hear it.  When your a million miles away, online is a powerful tool. I have a friend who's husband is overseas, but guess what. He is there at night "sleeping" with them over skype. He was "there" for the birth of their beautiful daughter and he calls, emails, and does all that as often as he can do it.  So I did not find it surprising that it had been nearly a month since my girls had had any kind of contact with their dad. When I seen he had added this person

 Love, to me, is knowing when you come home, you have arms to fall into. Someone who sees your side, and sides with you, but can also point out where your wrong, when you are. Love is being able to tell your deepest darkest things about yourself and knowing they will not go anywhere. To me that is love. I think love is different for everyone. I totally understand falling out of love as well. Falling out of love sucks for the one that you have fallen out of love with, but also for you if you have fallen out of love. Telling someone this is never easy I would think.  I am still madly in love with my husband. That is not what this blog is about. My husband welcomes me home, loves me when I am ugly, sticks by my side when I am a bitch and holds me when I am upset.  My mom, has fallen out of love. Quite a while ago I believe. its taken some time, and someone new, to finally convince her that, she needs to come clean, admit that she is not in love and do something about it. Of course tha