What I want to be when I grow up............

It's funny that as soon as kids learn to talk, they're telling you what they want to be when they grow up. When I was a kid I wanted to be three things, a wife, a mom and a beautician. I became all three, although I wish someone would have told me that the mom is the hardest job of them all. My oldest child Dylan who's now 16 wanted to be a carpenter. I thought, hmmmmmm.........ok, well Jesus was a carpenter, so that's ok. Then he wanted to be a fireman. I thought that was a noble and very important job so I was ok with that too. Then he wanted to be a preacher. Wow! I was impressed. But later he changed again. I wonder if this was around the time I would find my sweet little 3 year old boy hiding behind the chair looking at my Victoria's Secret catalogs? Hmmmmm???????? Next was a rock star. Who doesn't want to be a rock star? Unfortunatley, he has inherited my voice and the only place we'll be singing is in the shower. Then he wanted to develop video games. I was impressed again, a very technical job I thought. Yeah, all he wants to do now is PLAY video games. And now he wants to be an archeologist. I guess it's an ok job, sounds exciting. But I guess he'll be living with us until he's about 40 because the average income is about $30,000. I'm sure it will be something new next year so I won't worry about how much rent to charge him. Now I'll move on to my second child, Isabelle. She's 5, right at the age where she's so impressionable that she could be anything. Last week she said she was going to be a doctor when she grew up. I'm sure she saw it on t.v. I thought, 'that's great! she's so smart'. Well, that changed about as fast as the stoplight in the middle of town. The next day she wants to be a bull dozer driver. What? She's a sweet little girly girl. Where do they come up with these ideas? T.V. of course. Today as I was helping her get dressed, she looked out the window and said, "look, the trash truck is picking up the trash". You know what comes next............she wants to drive the trash truck when she grows up. My youngest child, Olivia, well, let's just hope she's not in jail cause she's quite the little trouble maker. I always hear about kids wanting to be astronauts, and nurses and teachers. Nope, not my kids. They want to drive the trash truck.

Blogging for Dummies?

I'm not a good blogger. I don't know how. I've tried looking at other peoples blogs and just searching for instructions, but to no avail, I am a bad blogger. Do they have a "blogging for dummies" book? I've read those "dummies" books before. I think they need a dumber version, cause I still couldn't get what they were saying.