That darn Hostess truck.....

So Ian woke up entirely to early this morning, around 5:30 to be exact and just wouldn't go back to sleep...oh the joys of motherhood. I know his teeth are bothering him, so I gave him the morning dose of motrine.....determined not to have a whiny child all day I decided to get out early and go walk at the mall. We did pretty good, I actually broke a sweat so that has to mean something right??? On the way home I was feeling good about myself for a change, until I saw the Hostess truck.....that's when the craving began...maybe I need a Twinkie or possibly a Cupcake. No, I kept telling myself you just walked you don't need anything, but oh the voices in my head told me otherwise! Then to make matters worse, I see a sign on the back of the truck that says sales reps needed and a number....for a minute I thought about calling. Who doesn't love Twinkies? I could sell them or even drive a truck like a friend of ours. That's when I realized I really have gone mad:) The Power of Hostess has taken over, darn that freaking truck!

Apparently I have funny stories, or at least that's what I've been told, so a few of my friends suggested that I write a blog...so bare with me if my life seems boring to you, I'll make you laugh when you least expect it.

After chasing around my 17 month old all day you would think I would be tired, but last night I tossed and turned waking up several times, checking on Ian and then trying to go back to sleep. Everyone could use extra money these days, so I'm sure you can relate as I kept going over a few ideas in my head that hopefully one day I will be able to market. Like a broken record, ideas kept flashing in my mind, until of course Chris got a little loud with his snoring, but after a nudge or maybe 5 he quieted down:) lol How do you market a product when you don't have any start up cash is the question that haunted me, but you have to invest money to make money......and thus continued all the random thoughts in my head. Then off to my dream world, where apparently I secretly felt guilty for not brushing my teeth, b/c in my dream all my teeth were rotting out and when I looked in the mirror I looked like 'ol Mater off the movie cars....felt a little like him too honestly. It was one of those dreams that felt so real when I woke up this morning the first thing I did was check out the 'ol teeth in the mirror. Thank you Lord! I would hate to be the one in the family that has to get a whole new grill, after all Chris's dad is a dentist and how embarrassing would that be. Note to self make a dentist apt:)