Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


Boys will be boys

*insert deep sigh here*

I sort of anticipated curling up on the couch and watching our new Star Wars trilogy DVDs tonight since the babysitter thing didn't happen. *sighing again* Alas, I was sorely mistaken.

Instead, I get to watch the channels flip between Ultimate Fighting Championship and the Florida Gators vs. something with a V. I can't even remember now. I've lost that many brain cells. The only thing I can say is that at least the UFC dudes are ripped. Just never have liked watching guys fight. I hate boxing, too. Amazes me that I can watch my boys spar in karate.


I did get a mommy's day off today. So, it is not a total loss. Plus, I have to plan for CCD tomorrow anyway. I was planning on quitting being a teacher's assistant, but now I have to take over for the next two weeks. *sighing again* I went to the funeral and bawled like a baby. But, it is that kind of crying that you have to keep silent and to yourself because it isn't appropriate to fall apart. It isn't my mother and if her own daughters can keep it together, I'll be damned if I fall apart. I just felt so badly for my friend and felt helpless at not being able to do anything to take away her pain. There was a signer at the front of the service, too, and I was mesmerized watching her sign the sermon and the songs. It was beautiful. Made me think about how I'd like to be remembered. The pastor mentioned the infectious smile of the deceased. She greeted people warmly and was pleasant. I wonder how I'll be remembered? I have a feeling my laugh will be mentioned. :) Mom and I went to eat and went shopping. I finished up shopping for the kids with the exception of some stocking stuffers. Is Madagascar coming out before Christmas? I know we're getting March of the Penguins, but I'll give it to them before Christmas. Then, I got a double treat and made it to the annual craft show at our local high school. It is great and I always get lots of gifts there. Grabbed some steaks that AoD said he'd make for me on my birthday. Then it was home to reality. Grumpy overtired kids. We let them stay up too late playing. I should know better. Now, I'm off to plan Sunday School and go to bed.

I hope I don't dream about football or fistfights.


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