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Monday, July 27, 2009

Things Are Looking Up

You know, I have to say, life is looking much, much rosier around here. There are one hundred reasons why I shouldn't say that (Hello, summer. I hate you after two weeks. I hope fall, most specifically school's opening, comes soon.) but I'm feeling so much better. Finally.

I'm sure that during my absence you would think I stored up all sorts of little gems to write about, but no, I'm sitting here just as clueless about what the real topic of this post will be as I always am. So I'll give into random blathering in the usual fashion. My literary standards are very high.

Right this instant, I'm a little ticked about something someone said to me, so Rhett is trying to help me feel better by playing me an entire playlist of music full of revenge and hateful feelings. He has gone to this extreme because when I first told him about what happened, he tried to convince me I was being too sensitive and that it didn't matter. Of course, this is true, and this is the conclusion I will come to within a half an hour, but for half an hour, I'd really like him to join in my indignation. So after I told him he sucked at being sympathetic, he played me "I Hate Everything About You" by Ugly Kid Joe, "Stupid Girl" by Garbage and Carrie Underwood's "Before He Cheats" (which has nothing to do with the incident but which was accompanied by a suggestion that we go key this person's car). He also tried to play me some song by a heavy metal band, but I couldn't understand what they were saying, so he gave up in exasperation. Rhett clearly has a difficult time with moderation. It's all extremes or nothing. Thank goodness this marriage has me to keep us on an even keel. I don't want to say I'm Rhett's emotional rock, but . . .

Clearly, next time this happens, I will know to call one of my girl friends or one of my sisters, instead of telling Rhett about it.

I cannot, for the life of me, find my wallet. It is somewhere in my house, and I even have a vague, hazy memory of seeing it someplace weird and thinking Wow, I'll have to remember where that is or that could end in disaster, but now of course, I can't remember where that weird place is and so I'm driving illegally and stiffing my babysitters with the promise of future payment. They love it.

I keep sending my kids out to collect our chickens' eggs (because I think I have mentioned before that I am scared of our chickens, since they like to peck human beings). Don't think I'm being careless with my kids' safety, though. I equip each of them with a plastic cup to throw at the chickens in case they attack. It's the same system I use when I'm forced to go out myself, and trust me, it works. But then, of course, my yard gets littered with plastic cups and we don't have anything to drink out of. I think it's a small price to pay for safe passage.

Well, this is a most glorious return to blogging. One of my students emailed me recently and we talked about how all this technology allows us to think that our mundane thoughts are important enough for the world to hear about, and boy, Justin, is this post a fabulous example of that or what?

Anyone else have any world-shattering mundane thoughts they would like to share?

8 comments:

The Rookie said...

I'm glad you're back in the blogging world again. And I can never understand what heavy metal bands are saying.

And I'm going to watch Anne of Green Gables even though it is one in the morning because once school begins again it is ALL OVER for me.

Dave said...

I hung a picture on the wall last night. You may ask, "Well, where else would you hang a picture?"

And I would say "I don't know."

(Glad you are feeling well enough to say hi)

jennie w. said...

I love when you have nothing to say.

Katie Irion said...

Mundane or not, you're still hilarious. Thanks for brightening up my very dull day. I don't think potty training agrees with me. Just makes me crabby. I also don't think 6a.m. wake up calls by baby boy Irion make me too happy. Good thing I have a little bright spot from you.

Jen said...

Mundane. Hmmm. Mundane. I hate laundry. Actually I like to wear clothes, just not fold and wash them—even if it is a good excuse to watch a chick flick.

Also, Yaaaaaaaaaay, a post!

chloereeseblog said...

Finally, I was starting to doubt your return at all. No more children for you and Rhett. It's just not worth the lack of posting it causes. Get your priorities straight will ya?

Marie said...

maybe you'll find your wedding ring as you're hunting for that wallet.........Landon

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