If I'm the boss of me...how come you're always telling me what to do?

I got the idea to start a blog from a lovely friend of mine, who enjoys many of the same things I do...actually she obsesses over the same things I do...things which I won't spew on about at the moment, because once I start...there is no telling when it might end.

I've always wanted to record thoughts,pictures and idea online, but have never found the time and now...i still don't have the time, but i'm not getting any younger and if i don't start now i fear the arthritis will take my joints and I would never be able to meet my goal (or the typing requirement to meet said goal)...just so you know, I don't have arthritis...just percautionary.

Anyway, my birthday is coming up, as is the end of my semester at school (I have 14 days to complete 12,000 assignments) and I thought...hey, now would be a really good time to start that blog I've always wanted to do...becasue I am a procrastinator...that's how I roll.

So it's Easter Weekend and for the first time in my daughter's life she is gearing up for a giant bunny to sneak into our house to bring her chocolate...why is no one else afraid of this story: a) giant bunny (obviously a mutant) b) sneaking (as in NOT invited) c) candy (from stranger)...all bad things that culminate into one sugar addicted, hyperactive, usually screaming child...now that should be a good time had by all.