After nearly a week with everyone at home, it was with many yawns and heavy hearts that most of the family headed back to work and school today. I was sorry to see them go; this was, for me, one of our best holiday breaks ever. We didn't do anything. Seriously, it was a festival of sloth and all-day pajamas, most of the time. I was working through it, but that was fine. The kids relaxed. Monkey unwound a little. Chickadee worked on various school projects and slept late and chatted with her friends online. There was pie for breakfast, several times. For a few days I forgot that I was...
Today I'm grateful for writing, even on days like today, when I don't want to, I'm not "feeling" it, and I would rather be in bed with the covers over my head. And I'm grateful for all of the people who encouraged me along the way. This is the (very worn) back cover of my 6th grade yearbook. (Thank you, Mrs. Simons---it took me a while to get around to it, but you can rest easy knowing you were right after all.) And thank you to every single one of you who stops by my little corner of the 'net, too.
Look; you already know that I'm basically sort of lazy. (At least when it comes to physical stuff. My mind is sort of like a hamster on crack on a giant wheel, running for broke. It doesn't often GET anywhere, but at least it's going.) So I preface this story with the acknowledgment that what I consider an incredibly productive weekend may, indeed, be your idea of an uneventful hour. I understand that. Still, FOR ME, it was something of a masterpiece of productivity, and you'll just have to allow me a few moments of bragging about it. Besides, we all know there's a moment at the end where I...
I took my last Prednisone pill this morning, and am eagerly looking forward to returning to sanity in the nearish future. I hope. Also, Otto reports that I ground my teeth so loudly last night I actually woke him up, so I guess the continued pain in my jaw isn't much of a mystery. One of these days I'm going to be all, "OH EM GEE, YOU GUYS, I WOKE UP WITH A MOUTHFUL OF BUSTED TEETH TODAY!" And you'll think I'm exaggerating, like I always do, only it will be true because WHY LEARN TO COPE WITH STRESS when you can simply destroy your sanity and smile in one fell swoop? The funny (not...
Tomorrow we leave on our last camping trip of the summer, and I want you to know that because I am a paragon of planning and efficiency, I have not done one single thing to prepare. NOT ONE. I mean, I wanted to. I PLANNED to. And yet... yeah. Nothing. Remember back when I was all "Oh, this summer is going to be so relaxing! I can't wait!"? While I am not actually admitting to smoking crack, let's just say I'm not sure I was entirely WITH myself when I said that. I simply don't DO relaxing, because it takes a lot of energy to consistently be this disorganized. Take yesterday, for example. We...
I am becoming a damn hippie in my old age. One of the things I like best about working from home is that it gives me the flexibility to do lots of things I could never do when I spent the majority of my day out of the house. Things like cooking and baking stuff that requires a lot of time between steps (even if not a lot of actual effort). Really, I thought I'd reached the pinnacle of hippiedom when I started making my own granola on a regular basis. Because... CRUNCHY GRANOLA HIPPIE, right? But I was wrong. That was just the tip of the hippie iceberg. In the spirit of this month's Get Your...
I am a slow learner (to my detriment). And while some people live by the credo that less is more, my personal internal monologue runs in the "if some is good, more would be MORE AWESOMER" direction. Even though it's not true. Even though the OPPOSITE is usually true. Like... take food, for example. A normal person enjoys, say, buffalo chicken wings, and eats some and says, "Yum, that was delicious." Me, I'm like a puppy. If I like a food, I will eat until it's GONE regardless of whether I'm still hungry or any sort of other common sense. So I am not allowed to partake of things like buffalo...
My navel is FASCINATING. Excuse me while I stare at it some more. [That's a total lie. My navel is horrifying. I used to have a belly ring, you know, back when I was convinced I'd never be able to get pregnant so I might as well ENJOY THAT FLAT BELLY and show it off, and I reasoned that a belly ring was less permanent than a tattoo. I was right, but I was short-sighted---I have a big scar where the ring used to be, because I waited until I was a hundred months and fifty pounds pregnant to remove it. Whoops.] Anyway, to get the full breadth of my navel-gazing, feel free to head over to Five...
Sometimes I read the kinds of blog where people are all, "And over here you can see the Battant Ornithorynque lamp we picked out while vacationing in the south of France. I think it provides the perfect accent to the small table below it, which I created one summer by arranging shards of Ming Dynasty china into an elaborate mosaic pattern of a single feather blowing along a field of poppies on a cloudless day." There are invariably a billion pictures of a pristine and gorgeous space where not a single molecule is out of order, and I briefly wonder if they didn't actually just scan in some...
