Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Stop this train! I want to get off!

Lately things have been a little busy and I've definitely let the blog fall by the wayside. And it's not that I don't have things to post about, either... because I could definitely let y'all know about how it's Girl Scout cookie time and my weekends are filled with cookie booths and Munchkin meltdowns. Or how I've recently learned to love taking Sudo to the dog park.

I could talk about how I'm still dealing with insurance companies over the little fender bender I had last month. Or how I'm being forced to spend every waking hour revising eBay listings to say that I don't accept checks and money orders any longer.

I could go on and on about how it infuriates me when antsy parents behind me in the kid drop off circle at the school have the nerve to HONK at me when my child takes too long to exit the vehicle. Seriously, today I was completely caffeine free and I nearly got out and smacked someone.

But all of that is sort of humdrum, yanno? I mean... there are real issues out there. Like why did Geico stop using that adorable little gecko and start using a stack of googly-eyed money? Seriously? What's endearing about a stack of bills?

And why the heck is it so darned cold outside? I live in South Florida for goodness sakes! My kids should not need three layers to go to school. And speaking of layers, where are all of Munchkin's jackets going? She has at least five and for some reason I can't ever find one. I imagine she's leaving them all at school because down here it's 50 degrees at 7 AM when we're heading out to school and it's 85 degrees at 2 PM when they get home.

I'm beginning to remind myself of Jerry Seinfeld here, though, so I think I'll just get to the point.

Lately, it has come to my attention that everyone I've ever known reads my blog and I can't imagine why... especially when it takes me over a week to update! They're all incognito, too, because they never comment. But it seems that every time I run into someone in public they let me know that I crack them up regularly. When I started writing here I thought maybe my sisters would read and perhaps a couple of friends. But the blog seems to have spread a bit. And though that scares me, I'm mostly pleased. :) You love me, you really really love me!

So Mrs. Payne, my 12th grade AP English teacher, if you're reading this, I apologize for my terrible lack of skills in the grammar department and I do know that it's not considered correct to start a sentence with a conjunction. I'm going to continue doing it anyhow.

To my childhood best friend, Sommer, could you please leave a comment? I've been wondering what's been up with you for years now and I'd really like to get back in contact. The last time I saw you we were 17 years old and were sharing our love of the Violent Femmes. Let's do lunch, kay?

And anyone else who may be reading this who knows me, like for real, leave a comment wouldja?


Michelle@Life with Three said...[Reply to comment]

OMG -- the Violent Femmes -- I totally forgot about them!

Glad everything is okay. I was wondering where you've been. And, it's freezing here, too. It was 19 degrees when I took the kids to school this morning. It's Georgia for crying out loud! I threw out my serious winter clothes years ago. It's not supposed to get that cold here!

B2 said...[Reply to comment]

Yes, it's your sister and I do so LOVE reading about the craziness of your everyday life. I'm so glad you updated the blog. It really has turned into my little comical escape when I need a short break from work or the kid. Who the H@!! are the Violent Femmes?? I feel so old.

Anonymous said...[Reply to comment]

the kids are so big! you always were an incredible writer, no surprise your blog is endearing and entertaining :) - christina

Jason, as himself said...[Reply to comment]

Hi! Remember me? I do read your blog every now and again, but I don't always comment. Sorry--I know how it is!

I'm glad things are going well for you aside from the usual every day stuff.

I hope you warm up soon!