So, I ousted the last blog for reasons probably obvious that don't need explaining. If you need explanation, just...never mind. It's gone. Move on. I mind battled myself as to whether or not to create a new one. I know some people like reading the way I write things and some family members who don't live close by like feeling closer to the action by reading up on things through my descriptive play-by-plays. Ha! Some people say, "Blogs are just too much work to maintain." Mmmm...no. No they're not. I always have something to say. Unfortunately. If you try to get really fancy with the way you're maintaining your blog, then yeah, probably too much work. I'm not sure how fancy I will get. But for now, I'm just gonna write. I could use the outlet.
So, what's gonna be on here?
I haven't really figured that out yet. There is so much going on. I never in a million years thought life would be complicated the way that it is at 30 years old. I mean, the judges that they keep changing on American Idol is ridiculous. Consistency, people. Between kids, cleaning, court, running, dog hair, sore knees, laundry, dirty dishes, a fickle ice maker, an affinity for clean sheets, loud music necessities...the list is endless...with all that and more...I'm sure I will have plenty to write about. You will just have to roll with my stream of consciousness style of writing. I think Facebook gets annoyed that I inform them of so much. Although, I must say I don't use it as a Twitter account like some people do. That is uber annoying. I haven't hit that low point yet.
A note about the title: Weetee Plus 3. So...everyone asks about the Weetee. If you're close family, you are aware of the reason. Weetee is a nickname. If you want to know the explanation, you will have to bribe me. Figure out something good, people. The plus 3. Some people may be going, but you only have 2 kids. Yeah, and a dog. 2 kids plus 1 dog = insanity. It also equals 3. So, Weetee plus 3. I guarantee you this clown of a dog will snag some posts of his own. He is a weirdo. Buster is his name; eating his toys is his game. Not chewing them, not playing with them...eating them. Then I get to clean them up in his messes. I love being a mommy. :(
OK, so, in the semi-known song from the band OK GO..............Here We Go Again.
