The oddly normal life of Clorie

Until I got to work. Isn't it funny how that works. I miss my kids, and my husband like crazy when I am gone, up until they are with me for 10 min or so. HA!  This weekend was one of the craziest I have had. Teenagers. 2 more years for the one. 2 more stinkin' years. She's counting down the seconds, and I am starting to count them down as well. I love her, but Lord have Mercy she caused me more grey hairs this weekend alone than I have gotten all my life.  Then I get to work. I am told that others think I do not do enough at work, or that I get away with so much. Because, I once again, forgot to put up my damn pasta noodles I cooked for pasta salads... So someone else had to do it for me. I have done many things for other people, yes I might have bitched about it, but I did it.  So sorry that after a slammin busy lunch where afterwards I emptied the entire ice bin, dumping 10 gallon buckets of ice/water out 15 times.... I forgot to put up a collinder of boiled pasta 3

 I must say that the death of Don, is probably my first really big death of someone close to me in my life.  Yes my dad died, but I was only 2 and I don't remember him at all, and things are just so easy to deal with when your that young. My mom said at his funeral I yelled "BOAT BOAT" when they brought out his casket. After the service I picked a Bible up from the dash and said "Jesus said we all be OK mama".  Then of course my grammy when I was 10 or so. I remember my aunt calling and telling us she'd passed away that morning. I remember crying and missing her like crazy, still do of course. She lived 9 hours away though and it almost just felt like we didn't visit as often, or ever, not like she was really gone. I do remember regretting not speaking to her over the phone. We all knew she was sick and I was afraid I would cry while talking to her, and make her scared. So I didn't say anything. Of course again, when she was sick and in the hospi

Ran a short errand with my mom and grandpa today. My grandpa was telling one of his stories about how he'd kick someone's butt like this or that....then mumbles, no I won't. My mom asked him why he always says what Hell do, then says he won't....he says I dunno....I guess saying it is just as bad as actually doing it....or that's what the book says. Guess that's why I've lived so long...he's still working on me. I'm just a sinner. Poor old grandpa. I think he's lonely and bored. His chats are all one sided though because he can't hear worth a damn,  I love him though. Sins and all!

Or well jog a little and then nearly die...haha. day 1 of couch to 5k. Easter dinner still in the tummy, and.shoes I've never warn... Well I didn't do so great. I did however, do it. I went outside and tried. Baby steps. Again. I feel so fat, bloated. I realized that, until tonight this is the first real meal I've.cooked since learning of Dons passing. Not sure if it just coinsided with my laziness, or if its just coinsidence. Either Way fast and "convient" foods are Making me fat. Fast. I feel horrible and I want to feel fantastic. Happy Easter to everyone. Thank you Jesus for what you did for all of us on that cross.

<p>&lt;p&gt;Meat filled? Is that meat? I'm wondering what cut of meat...Hell what animal did it come from? </p> <p> When I was a kid, I loved this stuff, and now mine do. I have not had it in years, and having eaten a bowl for lunch, I can admit I have not been missing out.