Totally, Utterly, Undeniably Inconsistent Randomocity...

Voting totally stresses me out. I'm not really sure why but, without fail, I am always a wreck come election day. I can't even vote by myself. I have this strange fear that I will totally do something wrong, grab the wrong form, go to the wrong booth or not be able to answer a questioned asked of me. In reality, I know if I have my DL, nobody cares enough to even talk to me. I just move along the assembly line until it is my turn to stand behind the blue box.

Can you hear the crickets chirping? Can you? I spent 12 hours cleaning my basement yesterday. I can think of at least 5 other things I needed to do and would've gotten them all done if I skipped my basement. Parties do this to me. I have to go and remodel just to have a few friends over. I swear...

The basement didn't actually take all 12 hours to clean. I had to make lunch, pick the boys up from school and make dinner. It was sooo bad. Bad enough that I never considered taking a before picture. I think I like it better messy. This just looks too funny. Kind of like my kids aren't allowed top play with toys. Which, for the record, is very true until after tomorrow night. Imagine the shrieks coming from them last night when they were allowed one ball to play soccer with. In this whole vast, empty clean space.

I didn't have to just clean this one room. I also cleaned the family room, which is constantly used for video gaming, sleepovers, untaken care of board games and random trash that seems to collect even though food isn't allowed...I also cleaned my scrappin' space. It is presentable. I had a hard time in there. I wanted to sit and look at pictures. And magazines. And completed layouts.

This is my niece Sammi. These are from her homecoming, I think. I am sooo slow at figuring things out. Dana emailed these to me moons ago and I never opened them. I just saved them. And forgot about them. I found them today.

Yes, same dress, same girl, same day. Different boy. One was her date. One should've been. Yes, go ahead and look again. The boy in one isn't the boy in the other. Either way...Stunning. Hope you had a blast.

Aunt Dee Dee got a new toy. Actually, she got it awhile ago. I also got this picture awhile ago. Doesn't she look mean?? Like in a tough, don't mess with me kind of way?!

Oh, this one is different. Someday I really should sort my online pictures. Isn't Caleb the cutest infant Pooh you've ever seen? I think he looks like Kyle. See? See? He is mine. Not that anyone ever questioned it. I did all the work and Pat has always gotten all the credit. Hmm!

I should've cropped this one but because it is so old, I wasn't sure of the quality. It is much cuter up close. Shhh...don't tell the boys, but they are wearing tights under their costumes! I can hear it now..."Oh, Dear!" Andrew is quite a character.