Resolutions that suck

When you make a new resolution to not blog at work..it just sucks ass. Seeing that I make the rules and how the fucking computer usage at my job has been so damn out of whack recently I have taken to only looking at my e-mail at work and checking the websites needed to get my damn job done. I hate it, but since my mini vacation last week I have not had a free moment to do anything fun at work and waste time.

Sydney is fucking amazing, she did a somersault on Saturday, two of them, I have no clue where she learned it, but it was incredible. Scott has taught her the baseball signal for sending someone to the bullpen. So if you ask her if we or she needs to go to the bullpen she will tap her forearm with two fingers. Damn it is funny. And she is now doing the Hokey Pokey. As you can tell we are as entertaining as a barrel full of monkeys at our house. Lots of singing from Mommy and Mommy cannot carry a tune if it was in a fucking dump truck. At this moment she is sleeping for the first time on her blow up air bed on the floor. She will be sleeping on this next month while we travel to FL for vacation. I figure she might as well get used to it now if she does it great, if not we will have hell to pay in FL. She sleeps on a floor cot at school now, so well here we go. Next week, I will be packing her bags to send her to college. I just know it.

My throat hurts, the new meds make me not able to sleep without massive amounts of tylenol PM and, the good thing is that I am rarely hungry...hopefully this will cause the extra poundage to fall off.

Go Mavs...Mark Cuban...he is one funny motherfucker.