Don't get me wrong, there is plenty going on that would be make for outstanding blog fodder. The lint house is a hoppin' place right now. The pockets are filling up and, well, I'm out of catchy little phrases to continue on describing life and how it is, based around the blog name, so I'll stop.. Or I'm just tired and can't think creatively right now.
I'd love to write about the feelings of glee and sadness I felt, both at the same time, when it was discovered that the full-time thing I do is changing. Or the extreme disappointment I have in myself for not setting a good example and having someone follow my lead down a path they should've never taken. Or about the irons in the fires I have going on and the frustration I'm feeling with the way the wheel turns so horribly slow and my wondering if I can put up with slow moving wheels should things go the way I'm wishing and hoping they will. Or how it seems that others are moving on and up and forward and I feel like I'm just standing in the same spot, not going anywhere. But I can't. Not yet.
And that is frustrating!
But what I can do is get back to the basics and the humour and the pictures and the conversations and the randomness that I am oh so very capable of. For example. Friday morning, text message comes in from SG and it went like this:
SG: You should get chicken
Me: I was going to
SG: what kind
Me: tits and legs
Me: and wings
Me: Survivor starts on Thursday
SG: ???
Kinda weird? In my head it wasn't. It was the next thought in the progression whereby wings are purchased and prepared for specific occasions. And we do this thing in our house where every Thursday we gather together and sit and watch Survivor. I know, need to get a life but we've been doing it ever since the stupid show started. It's kind of like a family game night, except without the game. We do survivor instead. And I usually make homemade pizza. But that got a little taxing, not only with the time (more times than not the show would be almost over and we'd be just settling in to eat) but homemade pizza gets a little expensive, what with the price of cheese these days.... So we changed it up and now we alternate between pizza and Wings and Salad. Caeser Salad. Probably THE. BEST. EVER Caesar Salad you could ever dream of eating.
Anyway, I suppose I should be less worried about what I shouldn't write about right now and concentrate on getting back to the basics. Regular postings, random items that make you shake your head, funny stuff that makes you laugh, and, when I'm thinking you're getting a little sick of reading about stuff, a little look at life in pictures.
This is what I'm thinking. I'm not promising, but I'm thinking. So I'll leave you with a pic or two right now to tide you over. And know that I'm planning on getting back to basics while the complicated shit continues to rent space in my head.
It's been a pretty wet "summer??" this year and we've had more than our fair share of mushrooms growing in the yard. Apparently you're suppose to pick them in order to keep the spores from spreading, but I've just been mowing them over with the lawn tractor.
Sunrise as I was leaving one morning last week. I thought it looked like a big fire ball in sky, which, technically it is, but I also thought is was one of the most beautiful things I've seen in a long time.
Okay, I'm out. Have baking to do, floors to wash, toilets to clean (yuck, yuck, YUCK!!!!) and then, what will no doubt end up being yet another disappointment, a football game to watch. If it's that bad, I may just end up floating in the pool. Speaking of which, we've never been in the pool in September...this is weird....
Ciao!
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