Well Here Goes Nothing...

So I have a little family blog that I started a short time ago. However, I have been wanting to get into some real blogging for a while. And then voila... Ms. Funnypants or as some know her, Sarah, decided to give some of us girls a Blogging 101 lesson. Now that I'm a degree or two more knowledgeable you will have the benefit, or misfortune, of bearing witness to my foray into the vast and sometimes scary blogging world. I was hoping to name my blog I Scream You Scream. I thought it was appropriate and I love ice cream. Unfortunately, great minds think alike and it was taken. So Sarah came up with the new title... thanks!
I think there was something at work today, be it a higher power, fate or sheer coincidence because today was quite frankly a disaster. But on the positive side now I have something to write about. It all started with the butterflies in my stomach as soon as I woke. They're not nervous butterflies but rather stress induced. Why? Because we have a bunch of friends coming this weekend. So why am I stressed? Well to put it mildly I am domestically challenged. I do try on occasion. See my link to the Fly Lady. I wouldn't say that my house is dirty. I do clean. It is just a disastrous mess; like a bomb exploded in here mess. I'm sure this is a topic I will write about often but I digress... back to my day. I got Funky Chicken down for her nap early and was about to take my 5 minute shower when the phone rang. It was my mother in-law who normally talks for about 2 minutes. But not today. Oh no, today she wanted to discuss some family drama and an hour later my daughter was up and I was not showered. The day only got worse from there with me accomplishing nothing. BUT WAIT IT GETS BETTER! The peak of disaster came when I fell down 5 stairs as I was holding Funky Chicken. She was fine. I on the other hand am pretty bruised up and sore. Why don't they make pj's in petite size? I tripped on the hem of my long pj bottoms. Of course, I was also on the phone and rushing down the stairs to get juice for AJ. His BS was 60... ah so that's why he had been particularly feisty. The icing on the cake was that my husband was picking up dinner. I requested Rectal Hell since they have a new lower fat Fresco menu that would have fit with my points for the day. However, there will be no Fresco menu today because of the rotten tomatoes. Arh!