Wow, my very first post. I have been working up to this for about a week. I have been lurking on many, many blogs recently working up the courage to just start my own. I know I will not lack in anything to write about. All in all, I have no life to speak of... well outside of my kids. They provide enough entertainment, heartache, frustration and freakisms to last a life time.
For example, today my husband and I had a vacation day to clean the basement! I know, I know... everyone is so jealous of how we spend our vacation around here!!! I will tell you though, it was so worth it. I have lived in this house for 17 years, my husband only 2 1/2. I had 17 years worth of crap in the basement storage room. So, Saturday is our town's "junk day" pick up. What a great idea I had, let's clean out the basement and put it all on the curb!!!!! Yea me!
So my 17 year old son stayed home with us to help (he's a great student and hey we needed the help). He is going to school tomorrow as we continue the clean up process. Anyhoo, we were in my middle son's room (14 year old) and my oldest found a bottle of lotion in his room and LITERALLY fell on the floor laughing hysterically. I know it was my daughter that brought it down there, as I remember the conversation with her around this. However, this did not stop my oldest from having the laugh of his life over it. So, one example of what my life has become living full time with 2 teenage boys (and another one part time).
My daughter spends most of her time at the dance studio, well... so do I. I do believe it is to avoid conversations like those mentioned above. My daughter is heavily into dance and I in turn, am as well. It can't be helped really. I grew up dancing, danced on the drill team in high school, danced in my 20's. Then quit when I was pregnant with her (yes that is what I blame the current 100 lbs gain on). My best friend from high school teaches at this studio and I am the secretary (in my spare time... har de har har). Tonight I am home instead of being there, since I spent the day in the cob-webby, dirty, gross basement.
I think that is about all for now, my first post and all. More later, try to contain the excitement.