I told you I cannot work and blog. After sitting at a computer all night, 3 nights a week, there are at least 4 days of the week that I simply cannot fathom the thought of another moment at the computer. This is why I have not blogged in forever… well, that and partly because my sister was home.
But alas, she is gone. School has started. We are getting in somewhat of a routine. Maybe I can blog more! That is my goal. Especially now that my new, very impressive laptop is here. Oh, and my new camera, which kicks major ass.
Unfortunately, I have no pictures yet. N spent the weekend with his dad, and I have spent mine sleeping and playing with the various settings on the camera so I only have shots of my hands, and random shit around the living room. I’ll be deleting those, sorry. I know it’s disappointing.
I have many things to say, and will probably try to get a couple of blogs in over the next day or so. I’m coming up on my 100th post ( although that’s not 100% accurate since some of them are thanks to del.icio.us postings) but anyway, I want to do a “100 Things” post. That’s a lot of things, when you start to think about them.
Also, thanks to Kori over at See Kori Rant, I’ve spent the entire week contemplating a letter to my 18 year old self. At first I thought I would be able to just sit and belt out the advice to my 18 year old self, but the more I pondered on the things I would say, the more I realized I HAD to say, and then it got all depressing. You may want to skip that letter whenever I do post it. However, I think in many ways it’s probably going to be a very therapeutic exercise for me. Just thinking of the stuff to include has brought me back to so many moments in my life. Hopefully it will be healing… I could use some of that.
But for now, I’m just blabbing. Laying in the bed on a lazy Sunday morning on my spiffy new laptop blabbing to you about all the things I am GOING to do…. did I mention laundry? I didn’t? Yeah. I’ve got to do that today… I’m overjoyed about it. Can’t you tell?
P.S. - How about that Michael Phelps? I’m seriously excited for this guy, he’s rockin’ and rollin’ his way to the top. The Olympics make me an emotional mess, though. I just read that Phelps just won his 8th Gold - can you imagine how his mother must feel, watching her son achieve such an obscene level of greatness? Man, I can’t…. I don’t even know him, and I’m so proud of him!! He rocks my socks!!
Howdy! I'm the girl that writes here. This is where I organize my thoughts, and document the real life experiences of me and my son. You will find crazy funny stories, obsessively photoshopped pictures, some random yet awesome links, craftacular stuff, creative frugalness, and strong opinions here. Grab a drink, maybe one on the rocks, and sit for a spell. Oh, and read. This is a blog, after all!









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