I've gotta golden ticket...la la la la la la la

Soooo, even though I think that those Croc shoes are the most ugly things since Jellies (you know, those plastic flats that girls wore in the 80's, no? You didn't have them? I did, in clear and glitter pink), I am displaying it with a big swollen head about the size of Isaac's.

Here's something I learned on the back of a Honey Nut Toasted Oats box from Aldi's...
"Blondes have more hair than people with dark hair"

Okay, so yea for me, again. Except they didn't specify where on the body the extra hair is. I'm pretty sure mine is not on my head but rather sprouting from my jaw line and chin. Are sideburns and goatees hot or what? Yea, I have more hair than all you little dark haired 12 year-old boys wanting to shave. Whoopee for me!

Saturday my parents drove from my sister's house, where they watched one of my nephews play ball, to my house to watch Seth play a ball game. I was going to send my four kids back with them to my sister's house so I could have just one day...just one, measly twenty four hour period to get something done without interruption and then I would drive five hours to get my kids listening to music and thinking deep thoughts and eating the snacks I like without having to share and not stopping unless I needed to. But, when they got to my house all four of my nephews piled out with them. Surprise!!! Okay, so yea for me, again. I got to clean up after eight kids, feed eight kids and then drive five hours with an 8yo, two 4yos and the baby. Yea, freakin' for me...again!

After listening to Levi wail, scream, grunt, and moan for the last 40 minutes of the trip I arrived at my sister's home in time for her to tell me that I had interrupted her movie. She then made fun of my son's haircut (which I'll give her that), made fun of homeschoolers (uh-huh, I'll give her that too) and yelled at me for not immunizing my children (I know, you all can yell too). And what did I do? I made fun of her hair dyed hair.....ooh, I'm so quick with the witty comebacks. But, she was still so mean to me that I finally said to my mom, "Maaaaaaahhhhhhm! Rechelle is being mean to me." And then she shut her mouth. Yes, I am a child and still need my mother to intervene for me.

Now, enough of that complaining. I did get the boy's room put together and now all the blue bedding is where it should be. I got the brackets partially painted for the shelves in Ellen's room, that was one of the things I thought I'd finish on that "day off" hahahahahahahah. My sister is so gonna pay! Ahem, I mean I will just get those done some other time in the next decade or so.

In the day or two that I am at my sister's house I am going to plant a poopy diaper in an air vent and maybe she won't be able to find it. What's that? I'm evil? Vindictive? Where's the love? Hehehe, you don't mess with the April.