I just need to type

Although I am no where close to understanding what I am doing with this blog I am completely overwhelmed to say something. Anything.

I have come to realize that even if no one reads what I have to say I always feel so much better after. Even when I am writing in my own personal journal. Though my post really is something insignificant, such as this one, I feel like a great weight is lifted off my shoulder. Blogging has turned into my own self-therapy. It’s calm and relaxing.

So when there is something important that is needed to be addressed the stress is immensely reduced. I would have to say it’s better than being on Prozac or Zoloft.  Drugs of which I have never been prescribed. Though I will neither admit or deny ever taking them at one point or another.

Today has been a pretty busy day. We ran around a lot. More like drove around. GameStop, Wal-mart, Radio Shack, Sears, Ace Hardware, Famous Footwear, Costco and back to GameStop. The Beau was really on top of things to  get things done. We were originally supposed to go camping this weekend, but that backfired due to lack of people wanting to come and the weather. So instead he opted for a cookout with our families on the beach. I mean for Christ sake he bought a new grill and propane tank yesterday just for tomorrow.

When he gets into things he really puts his all into it. I can’t blame him for wanting things to go so well. Besides it gave him a reason to have a new toy. On top of getting the grill he’s turned into a pretty good health freak. He’s been cooking dinner for the last month. Really good health foods. Though I am suffering without rice. Sue me for being Filipino, lol. I must give a good detailed story about how our dieting and Biggest Loser challenge is going.

Before our insane 7 hours of driving and shopping adventure started I woke up into a quite interesting situation. The Beau and Short Stack allowed me to sleep in and relax. When I awoke my son and boyfriend were having a small argument. Which turned into my son yelling, “Mommy come wipe my butt! Mommy wipe my butt! Mommy!” I got up instantly looked at The Beau asked what happened. (Side note: When my son uses the potty for #2 he has difficulty wiping his own butt so he usually asks for help.) Well Beau already wiped his butt, but apparently Squash had doubts about his “butt wiping” abilities and asked him to do it again. Well after a while Beau just gave up and walked away, which in turn gave my son that wonderful temper tantrum. I sleepily wiped his butt and walked away. Officially I am no the only one certified for good booty hygiene.

I like writing nonsense. I need to go and figure out more things. Till later. Night.