Appreciating My Goose Buddy

With my limited access to folk's wireless until mine is fixed, my early morning adventures can be found here.

I'm over at Sarah's, thinking about my five pound salad at home that I'm craving, but it's just gotta wait as so much is going on in the meantime.

At least when I have a two hour car trip I can make and return some calls, giggling with my best friend as I told her that I didn't posses a shred of dignity anymore with which to wrap around myself. At least none of my kids were in this morning's police report yet a girlfriend of one of my sons left me a message about a to-do last night that I need to address. Ignoring my cell calls doesn't work child of mine, I'll catch up with you and you know you're gonna hear about this. Let's skip a step...Jesse, please handle this for me, you can guess which knucklehead to call.

Some of my posts on both pages go off on obscure tangents at times, but that's fairly demonstrative of the way I teach my kids who've not had anyone ever bother to do so. I've been digging through these pages, learning still more to teach my think-they-know-it-all kids. If only mama wouldn't be so bossy, then they grow up and come tearing back to my couch to ask a thousand questions about money and finances that I'd already tried to explain to them.

Want to have money?

Then don't spend any.

Duh.

Most people just buy crap they don't need nor use.

But for now, I have WAY bigger fish to fry with several kids needing legal guidance, moral redirecting, academic flash points, and a little bit more sense than God gave to geese.

JEEPERS.