I just had too.

Hey everybody. Glad you came to see what I am up to now. This is called blogging. I've been wanting to do it for a while because my everyday life is so crazy I thought it could provide a bit of a laugh for people to share it with me. After I am old and gray I will hopefully laugh also and my husband and children will see that I sacrifice a lot more than just wearing old underwear with holes! My husband's name is Roger. Roger CAN be a really sweet guy. He is a real people pleaser. You can call him at 2:00am with a broke down truck and not only will he come fix your car, he will go home with you and fix your air conditioner too! There isn't anything he won't do FOR OTHER PEOPLE. However, I have asked for him to help me start sanding down the wood floors since march. NO CAN DO! I'll keep you posted as I am a firm believer in the quote from the movie "My Big Fat Greek Wedding". "A man is the head of the family, but the woman is the neck, and she can turn the head anyway she wants." It's just that THICK heads turn slowly...
My children are Katherine, Matthew and Gabriel. Katherine is the oldest at 10 ( 11 in 6 days). She is sweet, smart and usually helpful. She wears hearing aids with a mild to moderate loss. But watch out because she can read lips. Matthew is really cute which helps to save his life most of the time because he is a smaller version of Roger. Matt is 8. Gabriel is my youngest at 4 1/2. Gabriel is special, he has Autism. And I tell myself that everyday so I won't kill him! Gabriel is pretty smart. He can play Playstation games like a pro, he finished a kindergarten CD at 3 1/2 and he sings lots of songs (with a tone of a little drunk man slur). Gabriel is my inspration for this blog. In the past week he has broke the doors off of our SOLID oak TV cabinet, pulled the fire alarm at Kat and Matt's school (yes, everyone came out of the rooms) and flung a bucket of 400 little beads all over Kat's room. His new thing for the past month or so is spitting, He won't stop. He spits when he is mad or bored (98% of the time) sometimes to the beat of the music. At Matt's pep rally the other night he spitting at the rate of 5 times per second when people cheered or clapped! This morning at the grocery store he tried spitting on an old woman. I know what you are saying, "give him to me for a week, I'll fix him." Okay! I'll worn you ahead of time though. I won't pay for any damaged furniture and when you call me crying that he spit on your husbands boss -I'll have my voice mailed turned on! Anyway this is a "blog" not a book. I will write here 2 to 5 time a week. Rockin' Robbin