Why is everything so fricking hard???????

It seems like everything I touch lately has a degree of difficulty of 10. I start out to do the simplest thing and it ends up with me having one nerve left and in search of medication. Tonight Ashley needed to print a project from school. She had to create a cereal box cover depicting a character from world history. How exactly this is going to prepare her for college is beyond me but... It began on Monday when I forgot to buy an extra box of cereal and had to go to CVS at 10 p.m. and send Michael in for the purchase. The folks at CVS love me and all but we are not quite to the pjs and no bra point in our relationship. I actually considered going thru the drive thru and asking for Cinnamon Toast Crunch but figured the car behind me would have some wheezing kids in need of his inhaler asap and decided not to tie up the prescription line with my frivolous request. (see I am a good person, why do bad things keep happening to me?)

In order to get Michael to go in and buy the cereal I had to agree to buy him some skittles. He like any good little con man does not inform me of this until we are en route. After the negoitiating was over I handed over my last seven dollars and he goes to claim his prize. He gets in the car and tells me that the cereal was almost five dollars and he didn't think he had enough for the candy. I assured him he did have enough but he was too embarassed to go back into CVS so I had to drive him to 7 Eleven. Now before you all flood me with comments that "i didn't have to drive him" I already know that. But I didn't want to hear the line "that's just like the time you promised me Skittles ...." so off we went.

So with cereal in tow she proceeded to school. Fast forward to tonight. She brings the box home and needs to print her cover that she has completed at school on Publisher. You guessed it!! Our home computer doesn't have Publisher so I attempt to connect Michael's laptop to our printer. This involves a 45 minute ordeal. In that time I found out my printer spool, whatever the hell that is wasn't working. I then tried to install Publisher on the home computer. This involved me making a decision that keep flashing BACKUP YOUR FILES YOU COULD LOSE EVERYTHING. I thought in my mental state it was not a good idea to make those types of decisions so back to the laptop I headed. This time around it allowed me to install the printer. Apparently, turning the computer off fixes the nasty printer spool thing. Now being exhausted but giddy I hit print. Nothing. I hit print again. Nothing. I turned off the printer and hit print again. Nothing. It only took me about twenty minutes to realize that Michael's printer default was set to the school printer. With the click of one button the paper appeared from the printer and problem solved. Are there people out there that just hit print and things happen? That never happens to me. My printer has a black cloud hanging over it. Do you see what I mean by everything being so hard? I have one nerve left and have just about licked my emergency Xanax so many time I need my reading glasses to see it. Please don't even get me started about reading glasses and how they are never on the same floor of your house as the fine print you are trying to read...UGH!!!!!!! Ya'll pray for me.
P.S. How in this day and age could Xanax not be in spell check. JEEZZZZ

For real, are they taking her panties back?

Today in the newspaper there was an article that said Sarah Palin spent the weekend sorting thru all the families clothes to find the ones that belonged to the RNC. She said and I quote "you know it is hard to find everything, kids lose underwear...". Are you freaking kidding me? After all the humiliation she and her family endured now they want to make them give back their underwear? What is the RNC going to do with them? Will they try to pick a candidate next time around that is her same size? I think the whole thing is ridiculous. Can you imagine walking into your child's room and saying "where are all your republican panties, the Secret Service is downstairs waiting!!! With all the problems in this country I think the least we can do is let the kids keep their underwear. I mean pleeeeeze!!!!

Everything here is crazy as usual. My computer has been acting up and after 2 hours or so talking to the man in India that tried to convince me in broken English that his name was Mike I finally got a state side person. They sent me a new modem and all is good with the world. At least until the next time I have to call. I would rather stick myself in the eye with a fork than to call SBC.

Here is a brief summary of the past month:

Michael was sick and ended up with antibiotics and an inhaler. Big fun was had by all. He is killing me with his AXE body spray. Apparently when it said body on the box he thought that meant you had to spray it over your ENTIRE body. He spends more time on his hair than I do and I must admit his hair is cuter than mine. He is really into his role in Guys and Dolls and may have caught the acting bug.

Ashley was named News Editor of her school newspaper. Very exciting and will look great on a college application. It seems like once you hit high school every event is measured by whether or not some middle aged admissions officer will be impressed by it. Lots of pressure to be the best and do many activities while you are being the best. Ash is going to be in Robin Hood in December and I am going to be on a 3 day psych hold after trying to keep up with all their activities. It is insane. On top of all that I am trying to work a couple of days a week.

Steve is coaching Mike's basketball team and traveling.

We are all headed to my dad's for Turkey Day and then in February we are all traveling to New York with Ashley's choir for four days. Aren't we just busy little people? I am so glad my panties are being repossessed , how would I ever find the time?