I'll have you know I think about blogging multiple times on any given day. It's just that actual living gets in the way. Just now, I want to blog, and yet watching the perennial favorite Love Actually, eating baked beans and lemonade, and snuggling up to a peacefully sleeping baby late in the evening is getting in the way of such important things as entertaining and educating the masses.
And it's been some part of an hour since I wrote that last sentence.
And then ten minutes or so. We have moved from the Portuguese house-help and the writer to the best friend and the pretty bride to the president and the "chubby girl." And then I'm off again...
No use making myself blog about my daughter's 4th birthday (and how many times she told me that she got three things that she was wishing for (a "real" computer, a "real" camera, and not one but two Hannah Montana things) and how she kept telling me thank you for the Hannah Montana blanket that I made for her "because I would like Hannah Montana!"), or about Kevin coming home in a bit and how I can't get over how giddy I am lately about him being the Kevin that I married in so many ways that were lost in the muck of bipolar for what seems like a very long time...
Zoning out. Gotta go enjoy my night "off."
Good night and seriously good riddance.
About Me
- bitter poet
- I have a 6-yr-old, a 3-year-old, have been married 9 years. A smallish, oldish house. Addicted to bright colour, organization, and a stubborn streak. Enjoy sunshine and wind, ethnic cuisine, and pleasant smells (which dooms the oldish house). Am studying yoga and want to learn sea kayaking and get a tattoo. Adore traveling. A midwesterner in the south. Educated. Christian, painter, writer, editor, housekeeper, foodie, cook, volunteer.
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