Another Day, Another Blog Entry

Really I suppose I shouldn't post every mundane thing about my mundane life, but it beats the hell out of writing my term paper or folding laundry. Honestly, how did I get HERE? How did I end up, at 35 years of age, a student? Why can't my 13yr old daughters fold their own clothes? Why didn't Faith Hill ever record my song? I honestly think that I was never cut out for "normal." I could have been a starving song-writer in Nashville, except for the whole "feeding the kids" thing... and Lord knows I would never have given them up to be raised by anyone else. I just love them too much, and they're too much fun.
So I got up this morning, drank some coffee, and went to work. I worked, came home, ate dinner, and got very very tired and very very bored. If I'm not destined for greatness, why do I get so restless with my lacktherof? Is it must me, or does everyone have these lovely little dreams that won't freakin' die?

Okay then, back to work!

Sigh, she sighs... I've been off work for nine full days, but it's back to the grind for me! I managed to get my arse out of bed bright and early and got my morning chores done. Now I'm enjoying a cup of joe with my hunk of man before I head off to the bain of existance...

Wish me luck - seriously.