Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Yep, a Slacker


So, I’ve been avoiding writing on this thing.  And well avoiding a lot of things, but just in case I look back at this in 10 or 20 or 50 years, I might want to know what I’ve been up to.  So here’s the run-down.

Just got back from Regionals in Indianapolis—Micaela kicked butt and got 2nd place.  (And if you ask me, that girl who is in first place better watch out.  ‘Cause we a comin’ to get her.  Just sayin.’)  And then the next day, Marissa kicked more butt and won 1st place!  Yay, a Regional Champion!

We are getting a puppy, and I’ve been sad.  One of my kids won’t talk to me, and I’ve been sort of thrown under the bus by someone else who has been very important in my life.  I am stuck on the whole weight loss thing, but that’s ok because I haven’t gained either.  And I’m getting back at it this week, because dammit, those skinny jeans a friend gave to me still don’t fit my fat butt.  But nobody better judge me for having a peanut butter malt (or twenty), because if peanut butter ice cream is wrong, then I don’t wanna be right.

And we thought about buying a new house, but then we un-thought it as soon as we realized it would cost a mega-crap-ton to get out of the house we are currently in.  But that’s ok, because maybe the new house thing was a phase to cover up my looming insanity.  I dunno.

So we are staying put.  And we are making it beautiful.  Well, first we have to make the dryer work, because between you and me, I’m tired of hanging my towels to dry.  If I had wanted a laundry line, I would have moved in next to those Little House on the Prairie people.  (I don’t do really well with adversity, by the way.  And by ‘adversity,’ I mean ‘wet laundry.’  I know there are people who have WAY bigger things to worry about, but man, I have wet, damp laundry.  Ew.)

Then, when the laundry gets dry, we will make the house beautiful.  Marissa wants orange walls, and Micaela wants blue, and the boys are getting yet another shade of blue.  Because we dig rainbows up in here.

My headaches won’t stop, and WebMD tells me that it’s either stress or a brain tumor, and I’m really hoping for the stress option.  Because, frankly, I don’t really need a brain tumor right now.

Oh yeah, and I can’t forget this.  We got the first real copy of my book in the mail this weekend.  A real paper copy—with a cover and a spine and pages and stuff!  So that’s been WAY cool, and I have to give Jason credit for helping me with some of all of the organizational-type stuff.  If I were left to my own devices, the original Word printouts would be gathering dust and mildew in our attic, doomed to a life in the dark.

The kids are getting ready for summer break—and I wish it would hurry up and get here, because this springtime weather is wreaking havoc on my sleep patterns.  Seems that every time I fall asleep, I am awakened my a midget-creature-child who is scared of the “funder” outside his window.  Yeah, yeah, kid.  Grab your blankets and make yourself at home in our room.

So that’s what’s going on.  Now that I’m all caught up, I can start telling crazy stories about my kids again and laughing at them sharing their antics right here on this oh-so-public forum!

1 comment:

Darth Amethystos said...

I'm glad you're back to blogging :-)