Would there be a problem, do you think, with flying down to Georgia the day before my wedding to go to a school board meeting? Yes? You people have no imagination. I mean, I could totally paint my nails on the plane. On the bright side, I have secured a mole who is keeping me informed about what's happening, a lovely and charming mole for whom I am going to buy many margaritas once we get down there. So I know what's happening, at least, even though it's killing me a little not to be able to participate, because that's the sort of overbearing and bossy parent I am. In unrelated news, thanks...
We've come to that time of our program where I start to lose my mind. It's not dramatic or particularly concerning, really. It's just that between the kids, selling the house, work, and getting married, my brain is full. People ask me questions and I stare at them blankly. I have a stack of mail I keep stuffing in a box (because the house is being shown, and no one wants a house where there's mail visible!) even though I know there's things in there I should probably be paying attention to, like bills and paychecks. The kicker, of course, is that everyone else retains their regular mental...
I've spent the entire evening cleaning my house. I have a horrible crick in my neck from clutching the phone with my shoulder so as to have my nightly call with Otto with changing bed sheets and scrubbing bathrooms. My fingers are all slightly burned from the toxic magic that is the Mr. Clean Magic Eraser. I have dusted in the far corners and the shoes have all been lined up. We dropped the price on the house. I have two showings tomorrow. As I have recently decided that I shall lose my ever-lovin' mind if the house isn't under contract before the wedding, my hopes are neurotically high. If...
Well. It's clear from that last post that you are all dying to see what a complete dork I was as a child. You'd think that the various and myriad demonstrations here of my dorkitude as an adult would be enough, but no. You people always want more. And I always give it, because I care. And because it's easier to sit down at the scanner and then resize pictures than it is to write an actual entry when all I have to report is "my house is still for sale and no one even came to look at it this weekend, possibly because it is snowing in the middle of April." I'd also like to point out that I have...
I would tell you all about how I commenced FUH-REAKING OUT yesterday during the ice storm (ice storm. in April. buh-bye, New England... gonna miss you NOT AT ALL) when my internet went down, but I'm too sleepy to do it justice. Short version: I spent all day working on the New Big Project and literally just as I was trying to turn in my work for the day, *POOF* no connection. Way to make a first impression. Thanks for hiring me! I done broke the internet! Comcast's solution to my fickle connection is to do nothing at all, but usually when they run their nightly maintenance things magically...
"There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so." ---William Shakespeare It seems like things have taken a decidedly Fortunately, Unfortunately turn around here this week. I want to complain! I want to celebrate! I want... some Advil, for my aching head. Being ambivalent is hard work, you know. I think. Maybe not. * * * * * I grew up in a household where you only got to stay home sick if you were burning up with fever or vomiting. I'm not that strict, but I'm in the delightful position of having one child who will not complain of feeling ill until he's on death's doorstep, and...
Gosh, I sure am going to miss New England. Spring here is absolutely gorgeous, you know. Why, just this morning I awoke to the sounds of birds singing... and then peeked out the window to behold this wondrous tableau. I can't believe I'm giving up all of this just to move south where this never happens. Of course, I'm also really going to miss losing electricity for hours at a time. And snow days. Nothing warms my heart like being without electricity and heat but having two bored children here with me. Yep, I really must love Otto to leave all of this behind. How can sunshine and the ability...
Get up. Remind children not to touch anything. Encourage them to play on the computer, as that involves moving only a chair and a mouse. Bake triple-berry muffins, because it makes the house smell good. ("Mmmmm, this house smells great. Let's buy it!") Feed muffins to children for breakfast. Argue with one boychild who would rather have a pop-tart than a freshly-baked muffin wherein the berries are---horrors!!---still identifiable. Try to reason with him. Try to cajole him. Dare him to taste the muffin. Lose temper and call him a freak. Tell him you told him so when he finally tries it and...
So. BlogHer Business '07. I had this awesome post rattling around in my head about the overarching vibe of the conference. I was thinking about it all the long (silent!) drive home, and I was eager to sit down and make sense of it and communicate to you all just how different and awesome it was. Not that this past summer's BlogHer in San Jose wasn't also great, because it was, but some of the follow-on from that event was less-than-lovely, and I just don't see that happening this time, for various reasons. I was all set to lay it all out and share with you many epiphanies about what made the...
