No Caffeine Water and I am Still Energized

It’s Wednesday Rambles again where I tell my life in bullet-style randomness. Not that my life couldn’t be any more random. But thanks to Crazy Texas Mommy I get to tell it how it is without actually having to write a real post. You’re welcome.

The murder rate of Mexico per capita is similar to that of Wyoming and Montana. And to think I was living on the edge when I first got married and never knew it.
So here’s my thinking: The murder rate of Wyoming and Montana is due to the depressing, cold, dismal, windy weather. At least that’s my excuse.
If I had killed anyone while I lived in Wyoming that is.
I’m not a murderer.
But Hanna, Wyoming still sucks.
I’m still not returning any eggs to the store. Wash your hands, cook your eggs, don’t go all Rocky on me now.
If you follow me on Twitter, then you might have read all that above last night.
I have no idea what got into me except I was sitting in the middle of my front lawn with my Droid and all I had to drink that afternoon was water.
My husband is jealous that I went on a walk with an 80-year-old man last night after tweeting all that above.
I told him to get a life.
By him I mean my husband.
Then we watched Wolverine and I never realized how handsome that man is.
By that man I mean Hugh Jackman:

Someone from my church asked me to take on a new calling (aka volunteer assignment) working with boy kids.
I thought about it for a day and then called his wife back and asked her to ask me again in three months because I still don’t like my kids after our hellacious summer together.
That’s right, after a door knocked off its hinges, multiple holes in sheetrock, more stains on carpet including one from a fat black sharpie, a busted window, toiletpaper on ceilings, a burnt fence, and a five-year-old neighborhood nudist I am having a difficult time liking my kids.
Loving them, yes.
Liking them, not so much.
All three of them in school, praise Jesus.