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Tuesday, July 28, 2009

It sounds good, but . . .

I just read another blog somewhere wherein the author made a lovely list of things she wanted to do in the course of her life.

For the most part, I was nodding along: yes, yes, I would love to visit Australia, too, yes, yes, I agree . . . and then I read this one:

Make my home the kind of place where everyone else's kids want to hang out.

What? Honey? Do you know how crazy that is? I have a hard enough time keeping it together with just the three who I actually have some semblance of control over hanging around here, underfoot, always asking for food, or snacks, or spilling drinks, or whatever. And you seriously, seriously want to increase that to include all your kids' friends?

I'm just saying, I think I would rather die. I'm not saying I don't want my kids' friends to come over. But seriously, I would rather have my house be the place where just my kids want to hang out all the time.

Because I'm mean and antisocial like that.

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?