Whenever I find myself having a little bit too much of a pity party my cure is to count my blessings.  It helps to fend off my pouts of poor, poor pitiful me. 

I got a 25% tip at my face painting job Saturday.  It's a fun job and I wish I could do it full time.  I wish I were better but I've definately improved.  There's nothing quite like the look on those kids faces when they look in the mirror. 

I took the boys fishing this weekend.  It's fun to get out and do something they enjoy that doesn't cost anything.  I don't fish, I just read, and they don't have to have licenses.  There were some fishermen who helped my boys when they needed help and let them reel in some of their fish.  Nice people make me happy. 

I got a fun birthday cake hat to wear face painting for $3 because it had a tear in it.  Even better my son sewed the tear for me. 

I have internet again.

Hillary is still in the race.

It's bluebonnet time.