Warning: This post is random and completely pointless. Read only if you have nothing, and I really do mean nothing, better to do.
I want to go away for three or five days and sit on a beach, take a nap in the sun, and then eat a heaping plate of fried shrimp.
I’m ready for school and progress updates and homework to be over.
I’m tired of looking at my floors and thinking I need to mop them. The shower – I still haven’t scrubbed it, but dang it, my toilet is clean. Was. Clean. It’s the constant maintenance thing that bugs me.
I’m painting wooden signs, like this one, for a big fair that celebrates female business owners in my neck of the woods. I’m like an imposter, because I don’t really have a business, but I like to sell stuff. It’s even more fun than making things.
I’m taking a break from my FringeVanilla this year. I’ve already saturated the market in my area. I need to let everyone use their vanilla. Next year, will be the year of vanilla, but for now, that’s on hold. I still have about a dozen bottles if anyone needs 100% Pure Vanilla Extract.
The beef and broccoli recipe I told you I was going to try turned out excellent. It’s easy to make and is delicious. You really must try it. You won’t regret it and you can make it in the crock-pot, double bonus.
After the 5k last Saturday, my son stood poking my fat arm and watching the ripples. Those are the moments when you understand why spiders eat their young.
I’m the one who looks like I have a balancing problem. I wasn’t about to topple, but after I though I was done, someone told us to walk back to the starting line. Good grief. It seemed unreasonable at the moment, so of course, I pretended the extra three steps were going to kill me. I just didn’t think my drama was going to be caught on film.
And no, I did not run. I know running is the good blogger thing to do. It counterbalances the butt spread you get from blogging, but I didn’t want to drop over dead, because let’s face it, I’ve been hibernating and eating comfort foods all winter.
If you didn’t even know I had a 5k last Saturday, it’s because you don’t follow along on facebook. Come follow along!
I feel the need to rearrange furniture. Do you ever get like that? My rooms are small though and don’t lend themselves to rearranging anything, so it will be interesting to see how this funk works itself out.
There are mini disasters in every single room of my house. I’m choosing to ignore them until further notice, or until Saturday morning when I start assigning any and all children in my house to clean things. I’m not warning my kids, because then they’ll tell their friends to stay away, and the more the merrier. You know?
Are there child labor laws in New York State?
It’s summer. Winter was like two days ago, but now it’s 80+ degrees and incredibly humid. I’m not even sure I can find where I packed away my one pair of shorts.
My favorite little ice-cream shack will not be opening this summer and I’m bummed. They have the best chocolate ice-cream.
Last week I was on a chicken taco kick. I dreamed of chicken tacos – taco shell + shredded seasoned chicken, whole little black beans, taco sauce (medium), a cheddar/colby mix of shredded cheese, and lettuce. I ate them four days in a row and loved every single bite. My children marveled at my infatuation with the chicken taco. I told them it could be worse, I could be craving fish tacos.