When I am frustrated or stressed, I read blogs. There are maybe 5 or so that I read regularly. I like knowing that my children are not the only hard to handle children. I like to live vicariously through those that are having a phenomenal day while mine was shot to hell. I think of it as akin to soap operas, except with more kids and less sex.Hubby is marinating steaks for tomorrow. He is participating in a chili cook off with his unit. He has never prepared fresh chili before, let alone 5 gallons of it, however he cooks fairly well and I have faith he’ll pull it off swimmingly. There are teams of 5, one head cook (hubby) and lots of beer (I mean chili!)- We’ll stay home and root his team on in our minds, while we play with our wooden trains and dig in the sandbox.The dog is evil. Ohhhh I wondered out loud today while briskly walking all over kingdom come to catch the demon that escaped from the laundry room door. We have special locks installed to keep the dog in- but I was on the carport chit chatting with my neighbor and Juliet decided it would be fun to let the monster run free- Go Monty, have fun.If it werent for my neighbor being outdoors, willingly making sure my children didnt run into oncoming traffic, I wouldn’t have gone after the dog. My balance isnt that great (pregnancy) and he just plain is pissing me off by running away. He ran out the door, down the street- about 2 blocks I think. Then when I get there, he runs back to our house. Then he ran next door, and back across the street to this large field we have by the front gate. There he runs back and forth, He’s a hunting dog and loves smells…I hate him. So, he finally has a moment of weekness and has to pee- thats when I was able to grab him. Did I mention that I hate him yet?It was really the most exercise I have gotten in a very long time- did NOT feel good.Gotta run, Needed in the kitchen to marinate.