So.........you know know your getting old when,on a beautiful Saturday evening writting a tidbit in a blog sounds like a fasntastic idea!  There was a time when a few drinks a few friends and a lot of shananagans was what was on the agenda for the night.  Now that I have wrote that a drink actually doesn't sound like a bad idea, I'll be back!!!.......................................................................................................................Ok So a coconut rum and Fresca in hand ( try it it rocks!), I don't drink wine ( headaches ) or beer ( ewww gross)  so I'm stuck with a refreshing  drink poor me :).

Since my last post I have been thinking, " What do I blog about?"  Am I supposed to write something about a hobby with helpful hints or am I supposed to write about somerhing prolific to do with my world views! Since I really don't have any helpful hints, I think I will  journal, without   revealing to many deep dark secrets.  Truthfully I'm not that interesting.  I go about my daily routine, some things I find funny others just irritate me.  For instance:

This past couple of weeks I have been trying to get the boys a little organized for back to school.  I am not one of these parents who goes out and buys a new wardrobe for each kids just because school is staring.  I buy shoes etc when feet grow.  Now keeping in mind that I have two in highschool so indoor runners aren't needed for them.  I have been focused on the younger two who need a few things.  I got that done and then proceeded to start on the older boys, first starting with bookbags......  Is it just me or are all the bookbags this year TINY.  Like you would be sending your kids to kindergarten with a snack and one small show and tell TINY.  These kids in highschool need bags with a little more fabric, and backbone!  Especially if your paying $30.00 plus.  So I finally found one and am still on the hunt for the other.  I'm hopeful that I will find something that pleases me but also that the 17 year old will aprove of, we don't want to embarass him, well yes we do but in a much bigger way than just a stupid bag!!  More like in a come give mommy a kiss goodbye kinda way, it's a big goal of mine to cause as much grief as I can.  If I don't put in therapy have I been a good mother?  I think not!  The unfortunate side effect of this is that it becomes harder to embarass them.  They grow a thicker skin built to deflect and return with sarcasim.  In a way it warms a mothers heart, when her teachings are absorbed and then used aganst her at random.  Every once and a while they take it a step to far but rehning them in is sometimes a small joy " ...oh ya well then forget about driving the car for the next few days if you feel like that!"  Mwahhaaaw, sorry my dark side coming out, it happens. 

I will be glad when school starts on Tuesday, they need to be busy.  Not to mention then they can see there friends there and not loafing around my livingroom all day.  Ahhh school you have been a bitch to leave me alone all summer I have missed you dearly.  I odn't want to give the wrong impression, it's just by the end of the summer they want to go back and it's my job as there mother to help make dreams happen! 

Oh my this rum and fresca  is tasting good.  Don'tworry folks I'm only having the one unless someone insists I have another.......?!?!?  No, OK no shananagans for Tammi this Saturday.  Maybe next Saturday, call me!

To blog or not to blog?  It seems to be be the question for decade.  They say writting can be cathartic, therapy for the soul if you will.  So I figure why not what have I got to say that is any worse than anyone else!  Now will I be charming and witty, I doubt it.  Sometimes my dark side has a tendancy to take over, hence the need to blog.  As well my spelling and grammar are atrocious so please no judgment, it is what it is I will try to spellcheck but no promises. 

So the tale that is mine to tell ( a background into my opions if you will):

I was born in Edmonton AB Canada on a cold November day, I don't know if it was cold I'm making assumtions because it was November.  The year 1973.  I grew up in a military home, yes I'm a brat in more ways than one.  The list of places I have lived is not as long as some but I'm pretty proud of it.

Edmonton  AB
Medicine Hat  AB
Toronto ON
Oakville ON
Chilliwack BC
Oshawa ON
Gilenkirchen,Germany -
one of my favorite places to live, to be able to travel and visit a diferent part of the world, at 17/18.   My mind is going back there as I write so I must blog on!

I settled not far out side of Toronto ON, Canada.  Married and with 4 kids.  Why you ask, of all the places to go would you pick Ontario.  Life, that's the answer.  I met my husband at 20 and had kids.  Great kids I have to add, all boys. Sometimes I wish for a girl but that ship has sailed.   Adam 17, Tyler 15, Christopher 12, and Justin aka schmoe 8.  They fill my days with dishes, laundry, that odd foot smell that you can't figure who it's coming from,  loud music, and the need to go to the grocery store at least once a day to feed them and all of there friends.  But most of all they  fill my days and my heart with love.  Awwwww  now don't get me wrong I yell, A LOT, but it's done with all the love my heart can muster.  It's my job to make sure they graduate and  grow up not killing  themselves or any one else along the way and also to treat women with respect and I take it very seriously.

So that leaves us up to date with what is going on in my world to date.  I'm not sure how often one blogs or why, so I'll leave it and when the mood strikes or I need to rant, and I will need to rant.  I will blog it out.