I am spending my entire day either in the car, waiting rooms, or too-cold doctors' offices, which I guess I will tell you more about eventually, but there isn't time right now, so I won't. (Also, I am rather over the whole scene right now, and would like to go home and crawl under my desk and chant "MY CHILDREN ARE PERFECTLY HEALTHY" until it's true or until I run out of snacks.) Anyway. I think I mentioned that my veggies are in for the summer, finally, as part of all the work we've been doing killing ourselves landscaping. What I did not tell you is that this year I was so disorganized, I...
Every now and then I realize that I've left you hanging on a variety of things---by accident, and because I'm disorganized (not on purpose)---and/or I think of a few minor things I want to share that aren't entire-post-worthy. And then I throw them all together in a single mish-mash post and call it a day. Hooray! First of all, I can't stop watching this video: (No, that has nothing to do with anything, I just love it. You're welcome.) * * * * * Next, I realized I never filled you in on the recent developments in Dog Saga-land. After a lot of consideration and discussion and research, we...
So the good news is that I feel confident that I'm now firmly on the road to Less Crazy, thanks to the miracle of modern pharmaceuticals. (And all God's people---or at least the ones who have to live with me---said AMEN.) The bad news is that this seems to be being accomplished by rendering me narcoleptic, and I am simply unable to stay awake long enough to be significantly depressed and/or anxious. Now, it's true that prior to this I hadn't been sleeping well for a few weeks a month two months a really long time, but you would think that eventually I'd be caught up and could stay awake for...
1) In honor of the Super Bowl, I not only made Stephanie's crock pot spinach and artichoke dip (which is, truly, one of my favorite ways to evoke a cheesegasm), I bought my family a fresh-baked loaf of pumpernickel bread to eat it with. (I ate tortilla chips and veggies.) For the most part, eschewing wheat is now so much a part of my life that I barely even miss it, but for some ready, TODAY that half-eaten loaf of pumpernickel is TAUNTING me. It's almost unbearable. And I have no idea why. To make matters worse, an unbidden voice that sounds a lot like a bad parody of Freud keeps asking me...
1) We are going to the county fair today. We planned to go first thing; it is now 3:00 and we haven't left yet. Which is a pretty good summary of life with children, really. 2) I'm having a terrible time with my skin right now (and I haven't been eating wheat, so either I'm intolerant to something new or my skin is just finicky, or BOTH, AWESOME) and that always results in a weird amalgamation of both acne and cracking/peeling dry skin. (Me so sexy.) This morning while putting on earrings I discovered my earlobes are peeling. MY EARLOBES ARE PEELING. My new death metal band is called Scaly...
I keep a running list of random things in my brain that I mean to blog about "sometime" for whatever reason. On the one hand, I'd probably remember more of them (and actually get around to writing about them) if I wrote them down. On the other hand, I kind of figure I'm a big enough dork that if I don't write them down, it saves me from an even deeper level of geekdom. (On the third hand---who has a third hand?---think of all the wondrous world problems I may have had the brain power to solve, were it not for random blog topics, all the words to every song on Beauty and the Beat, and all of...
It's come to my attention that I have a (possibly annoying) habit of telling you an open-ended story and then wandering off and never---oh, look! Something SHINY! I don't do it on purpose, you know. I'm just easily distracted. Also, when I know how something turned out I just assume y'all are tapped into the hive mind and everyone knows. (No, that's a lie. I just forget sometimes that I haven't told you. I'm sorry!) As for missing Love Thursday yesterday, well, I spent most of the day at the dentist. I have no other excuse. But on my second visit there (really) a woman fainted in the waiting...
I used to regularly post about the search terms that brought people to the site, and somewhere along the way I stopped doing it. Probably because 1) I stopped actually checking my stats all that often, because once you've passed the "Hey, I think people other than my parents and my best friend are actually visiting my blog!" point, it just isn't all that exciting, and 2) it's entirely possible that I realized it was uninteresting. Today, however, I've got nothing. Well, nothing other than my dog decided to cry and howl at midnight for no discernible reason and I was immediately catapulted...
So we spent the day checking out Gettysburg, which was really just enough time for us to realize that we should've planned to spend at least two days here, if not a full week. Nevertheless, we crammed as much into the day as we possibly could (and I will tell you about it soon), and finally capped off the adventure with ice cream at an old-fashioned malt shop before coming back to the campground. After a day spent wandering around in the heat, learning more Civil War history than a person can reasonably be expected to digest, ice cream is the perfect reward, no? Well, perhaps not if you're...
