Chocolate Communion: Choco Discs

 I hope this isn't some sort of blasphemy,talking about Choco Discs as Chocolate Communion.  I dig these little guys ... I get them at Whole Foods and spend way too much on them, but they don't give me a  headache like most of the sugar crap I buy at the regular store.  I just like how they are shaped like a Communion wafer and provide so much spiritual fulfillment.  God knew what He/She was doing when these were created.  I'm actually getting somewhere in my weight loss journey ... the proof is that I bypassed my little chocolate wafer friends the other day when I was at Whole Foods.

If you're a writer type, come on by The WM Freelance Connection to find out how I published my first e-book.

Wooden Trophy Stands for Pinewood Derby Cars and Trophies

I told Aron that when I am a rich writer (forget famous; you can't spend famous) he can quit his job and be a full-time woodworker (not to mention being able to give me daily foot massages and be our full-time cook, as well).

I also told him his woodworking portfolio would be on my blog for his potential clients since I've posted pictures of almost all of his projects.

Here's the latest one: Joel got a trophy for winning 2nd place in our Cub Scout Pinewood Derby recently, and Michael got a ribbon for winning 1st place for siblings, so Aron made them each a stand to hold their car and their award. What a good dad, huh?

Pea Diddy and Literal Kids

We love that Ke$ha song that starts, "I wake up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy ..." We're not sure what it means to wake up feeling like P. Diddy, but how many other songs do you love that you don't have a clue as to what they are talking about?

So Michael, who is completely literal, comes up with this gem. It's a real live pea dotting the I.

Oh, and once I told my 5-year-old nephew that he was literal and he goes, "No, I'm big."

Administrative Professionals Day

In honor of Administrative Professionals Day I will share with you some of my exciting job history. I used to be a secretary/administrative assistant at a big, international PR firm. I liked it well enough, but I was nearing 27 and mostly just wanted to get married and pop out several babies. So my focus was on my future for sure.

Plus I didn't handle grown adults acting like big old babies too well. Meaning, women in their 60s throwing hissy fits over the fact that their tuna sandwich had onions in it. To my children I would simply say, "Pick them out." For my boss, I had to haul my butt back to the restaurant and get a new one made. And don't even get me started on my MALE bosses. Talk about primadonnas!

Yes, folks, I am much better at working as a homeschooling mom and freelance writer/waitress/cook/housekeeper.

Anarchy rocks and is a good job if you can get it.

Food Art Creations

I love when the kids make art out of food. And yes, this photo explains why I keep stepping on toothpicks. Now I'm off to set off a bug bomb in the house since they tend to come a runnin' when rotting food art is around. Just kidding.