My Blog's About to File Papers
I should sleep on the couch or maybe in the dog house! I forgot my own anniversary. No, not my wedding anniversary, that was in July and we hit double digits, thank you very much! My blog anniversary was the 19th and I blew it off! Life has been full, interesting and busy since we've moved.
My big excuse for not blogging is that of all the rooms in the house, the office has been the most neglected. I am currently writing at a cramped computer desk, trying to balance the laptop alongside my desktop which is no longer in service. The desk top will be going to the computer gravyard soon. We discovered that after we established that there was nothing wrong with our newly installed internet connection. The wireless modem also screwed the pooch and thus here I write at this pathetic desk, trying not to freak out about the boxes still piled behind me and the pictures that still aren't hung stacked next to me.
So, I had no fan fare, cake or even a pity party to celebrate the existence of my pathetic little blog site. I just forgot completely and was probably running around here like the insane person I am, trying to prepare my kids for their first day of school.
They started school the 23rd. The day came just in time. They were getting a little nuts and I was not thrilled with the mantra, "but I'm bored, there's nothing to do!" Yeah, they say those things as I'm ass-deep in boxes and packing, trying to find places to put things I forgot I even had. "I'm not your frickin' entertainment!" I yell back, much to no avail; at which time my smarmy husband comes back with, "yeah, but your mine baby! Wanna go back to the room and...?"
Of course I feel about as sexy as... I don't know whatever's totally not sexy. I've put on about 15 pounds this past year. I'm clearly not one of those gals who loses weight under stress. No, stress gives me the craving for a Big Mac and some chocolate cake. Craig, my stallion, has no change in his libido for me in my current state of cowdom, which is so awesome, but I gotta do something about how I feel about myself.
So there it is folks, I'm still here. I'm still unpacking, I'm excited about having a routine with the beasties back in school, I'm a cow, but I'm ready to get back on the treadmill, both literally and figuratively. I'll try to check in and get better about this blog thing, but there are no guarantees until this office turns into something other that the current pile of shit that it is.
My big excuse for not blogging is that of all the rooms in the house, the office has been the most neglected. I am currently writing at a cramped computer desk, trying to balance the laptop alongside my desktop which is no longer in service. The desk top will be going to the computer gravyard soon. We discovered that after we established that there was nothing wrong with our newly installed internet connection. The wireless modem also screwed the pooch and thus here I write at this pathetic desk, trying not to freak out about the boxes still piled behind me and the pictures that still aren't hung stacked next to me.
So, I had no fan fare, cake or even a pity party to celebrate the existence of my pathetic little blog site. I just forgot completely and was probably running around here like the insane person I am, trying to prepare my kids for their first day of school.
They started school the 23rd. The day came just in time. They were getting a little nuts and I was not thrilled with the mantra, "but I'm bored, there's nothing to do!" Yeah, they say those things as I'm ass-deep in boxes and packing, trying to find places to put things I forgot I even had. "I'm not your frickin' entertainment!" I yell back, much to no avail; at which time my smarmy husband comes back with, "yeah, but your mine baby! Wanna go back to the room and...?"
Of course I feel about as sexy as... I don't know whatever's totally not sexy. I've put on about 15 pounds this past year. I'm clearly not one of those gals who loses weight under stress. No, stress gives me the craving for a Big Mac and some chocolate cake. Craig, my stallion, has no change in his libido for me in my current state of cowdom, which is so awesome, but I gotta do something about how I feel about myself.
So there it is folks, I'm still here. I'm still unpacking, I'm excited about having a routine with the beasties back in school, I'm a cow, but I'm ready to get back on the treadmill, both literally and figuratively. I'll try to check in and get better about this blog thing, but there are no guarantees until this office turns into something other that the current pile of shit that it is.