Whassup?
OK, it’s been a million years since I blogged and now I have a fresh, new-looking blog site and very stale content. So I felt obligated to blog something. As it turns out, this is a blog that has nothin’ to do with nothin’. It’s just a bunch of stuff that’s been in my brain.
Speaking of which, my brain seems to have gotten just a little off kilter lately. I don’t know if it’s a hormone imbalance, being blonde or having adult ADD. I keep meaning to go to that adult ADD website and doing their little test, but I always get distracted.
What kind of mother arranges the schedule of their 7 year old so that they have activities every night of the week? Sadistic? Insane? I don’t know, but I’ll let you know how it went when May is over.
When last tested, Nicole (above-mentioned 7 year old) was reading at the upper fifth grade level. The other day she was sitting on a swing in our back yard reading a book. It was the cutest thing ever.
I hope my children realize that even on their worst days I’m more proud of being their mom than anything else I’ve ever done.
Last Sunday, Jeremy and I ran 12 miles in preparation for the mini. When we got done, he said, “I just ran 12 miles. I feel really alive.” I had to agree with him about 10 minutes later when I caught my breath.
Last week I was sitting at my desk and I had my hand in a fist, with my thumb tucked inside, resting on my desk. My boss walked by and said, “An indwelling thumb is a sign of a neurological disorder.” I love having an Occupational Therapist for a boss. Plus now he thinks I’m retarded.
I love it that Katie is old enough to go to stuff with me now. Like baby showers. She’s great company.
It’s baseball season and I have yet to see a game. Pitiful. I’ll be correcting that situation soon.
I’ve been consumed this week with trying to understand why I live in a state where it’s 80 degrees one week and snowing the next. Indiana weather is like a very bad and annoying practical joke. I don’t really like the unpredictability of it. I want to move all my friends and family to some place warm. We’d have to move Eagle Creek Park, too.
The older you get, the more complicated the words “annual checkup” become.
School will be out 4 weeks from today.
The crabapple tree in our front yard is covered with beautiful white, fragrant blossoms. I wish I could just enjoy the tree now instead of thinking that each flower represents another crabapple I’ll have to rake up this fall.
Going to Florida for Spring Break is just as cool as an adult as it was when I was a college student, plus I remember more of it when I get home.
