The oddly normal life of Clorie

 I love that my two oldest girls share secrets together that their best friends dont even know about them.  I love the sound of my kids getting along, laughing, and sleeping (when they are not snoring)  I love singing to music blasting in the house, when I am home alone  I love that my dogs act like they have not seen me in DAYS weather I was gone 2 hours or 2 minuets I love that I work in a fun, and laid back atmosphere  I love my husband. I love that this up coming month I will have spent 10 years married to him. I love that I can tell him anything, and he loves me. I love that every time I have needed him, he's been there. I love that he loves me. I love that he even loves the me that is a huge bitch.  Today at work, a couple came in and somehow when leaving got on the subject of marriage, when he asked how long I'd been married, and I answered almost 10 years, he actually looked impressed... He then told us he'd been married 53 years in July...

 I wonder how long it will be, until seeing a yellow truck does not remind me of him.... Obviously longer than it has been so far. Everytime I see a yellow truck I catch myself looking to see if its Don.  I made tamales this weekend. They were great, Don would have loved them. He would have asked me to make more, given me filling ideas and called me "his little chef" He probably would have bragged to everyone about how good I made them, and eaten so many he'd of felt sick. I can only hope he was there with me, somehow helping, and that is why they turned out so well for a first try.

 I was at the store, Pam called me and I told her I would call her back.  So when I went to call Pam back, I had to go into the contacts, to find her number (no I dont have it memorized) Right above Pam Wheeler.... Was "papa Don". So now, I continue to cry. I wish I could hit call and have one last conversation. One last recipe, one last moment.... It would be awesome if Heaven had cell phone service.  So my girls are switching rooms. Hannah will now get her own, and Destiny and Promise are going to share, which in reality means Promise will have her own room as well, because Destiny is rarely home. We'll see how all this goes. I have a feeling something will happen and we'll all have sticks up our butts at some point, but Promise has already moved Hannah out (while we ran to walmart) so I guess its a done deal. Heh.

 Everyone who knows me well, most likely already knows that. If you don't know that, then you don't know me all that well! I am a bitch. I admit it. I care, but I care in ways other than most do. I don't want to hear you whine or cry... I'll get you something to make you feel better, but don't make a big deal out of it, or I wont do it again... Just take what I gave you and STOP WHINING. lol.  So it does not help that this has GOT to be my PMS week. I am certain of it. Then dumb shit has to happen to get me aggravated. Every time. I guess I am hyper sensitive to annoyances during "this time"  Lets see what has bugged me the past few days:  Damn kid at work, who ALWAYS walks on his tiptoes.  Customers at work standing right in front of the SEAT YOURSELF sign, asking "oh do we just seat ourselves?"  Customers who come in 99 times a year, always order the same thing but always ask for a menu to order that SAME THING again. If I CAN REMEMBER ...

Hey mom did u know 60 is middle aged, bailey asks. Well, no....I thought 40 was middle aged. Nope its 60. Because the oldest you can live to, is 120 after that, God thinks you've lived too long, and you die. So yeah, 60 is middle aged. So between that and my pointy boobs at work, its been a good day. Apparently I'm only one quarter aged, with pointy boobs.

So I have missed blogging. I have actually not been doing anything here lately. I think I am depressed. I was thinking about it last night, and I have figured that must be it.  First off, I am getting fat. I want to eat crappy stuff, or well I don't want to cook at all. I have not cooked real meals, baked, or tried a new recipe since I found out about Don passing away. I realized at home I don't really do anything. I am not sure what I do with my time once I get here, I get the kids and all, keep the house picked up (Not clean) but I don't watch TV, I am reading a book, but not very quickly. I have not even been playing the games on my phone that I play.  So to get myself out of this funk I have GOT to make time for myself, make a grocery list and menu again... Just snap out of it already right?  This week seemed to be going by so slow, and now I realize that tomorrow is already Thursday and then its the weekend, the weekend I have to work. So the weekend too, shall...