Post It Notes or Bust

Its true, after I said last week that I am NEVER, EVER...EVER... at a loss for words...I've had bloggers block. Either that or my life has just been to freaking lame to write about. One...the other...or both.

Not much to report ova here...I am moving at verrrry slow pace, watching my beloved winter melt in to spring (Yes, we can still be friends Katie). Trying not to get despondent.

First, the snow was late getting here (Who is in charge of that? I wanna speak to your boss).

Next, it took me weeks to find my groove (Move over Stella, next blockbuster: How Tina Got Her Groove Back).

Then, we had a streak of warm weather which melted everything in town, causing people to publicly rejoice so I can't even go to Winco w/o getting indignant (I pity the sun seeker who cross my path... she says like Mr. T from The A-Team.

NOW....winter truly IS almost over and I can feel the mourning ritual starting up (Please no advice about the wide range of pharmaceuticals available b/c unless I completely lose my neurotransmitters... miserable only lasts until I can get on my dirt bike).

So, blogging has been at the back of my brain. I have been chasing snow like a little kid with two quarters following the ice cream buggy screaming with my best George Lopez impersonation, Wait fer ME...Wait fer ME.

None the less...here I am! IF Supah can do it day in and day out in one piece, so can I. Because I'm Good Enough, I'm Smart Enough, and Doggone It, People Like Me!

Today's post it notes are dedicated to my children...
but then aren't they always in one way shape or form dedicated to, written about or some how inspired by the four people I love the most
right behind their Dad...come on guys, he came first.

Didn't you see the way Ani eyeballed and drooled over Grandma's cat this weekend. She wanted to eat Shasha. No.Cat.No.Way.No.How.

OK...come on kid, your making me look bad. Your face is so tan below your goggles it looks like you have a beard. The attendance lady does not have to read my blog to know there is something fishy going on.

Fact of the matter is I can appreciate you never making the bed... I got the memo, you're just getting back into it...but every single article of clothing you own is on the floor....I know your a bit of a risk taker...but you are no match for a spider.
Clean that place up.

I have seen you every single day of your life give or take a few sleepovers...you moving out was a complete shock to my system...and the snow is melting...I'm about done for kid. Give me some time to make the corner I am still trying to catch up with you.
PS Next time skip the surprise and call me!
Receiving the text picture of you actually getting the tattoo
nearly landed me in the ER with a pain in the shest.

Captain's Log, Stardate 2010.03.16. The damage to the Mothership was extreme. Both sides have taken heavy casualties and it's clear that no one is going to win this conflict. Thankfully the fighting has reached a standstill we have agreed to negotiate a truce.

Captain's Log, supplemental. With most of our damage repaired, I keep thinking we're almost home. Yet I feel uneasy, and I wonder why. Perhaps it is the emptiness of this vessel...how could that be with the Mothership only missing a single member of her crew. Quarters are no longer close, but nerves are frayed, and I'm not sure what's more difficult to maintain... normalcy or the crew's morale. What's important is that we are together working toward a single goal. Survival. This is Tina... signing out.