So despite my desire to blog a little everyday obviously I took a little blogging hiatus. It wasn't planned and I kept meaning to return and talk about things but it can be so easy to procrastinate can't it?
Unfortunately I'm one of those people that withdraw instead of reach out when times are tough. You don't hear from me for a while? Means I am probably struggling to keep all the balls in the air and the mountain of laundry from overtaking me. So instead of doing my menus here or my daily to do lists, all the things that would help me get things done, I retreat, probably more from the feeling of embarrassment of not seeming to have it all together than anything else. Nothing like a blog to make you realize that you aren't perfect. I mean airing your dirty laundry, your imperfections, your general failings in public isn't always easy is it? But hey I'm not perfect so here I am. Yes, I am a tad, tad? well Clay would disagree with that term but.. a tad :) behind on laundry. The dishes are clean though. That's a big plus for me! Bed was made this morning. Ding ding ding. I'm on a roll. Swept. Yay! I rock. Hair brushed? Well... I'm not perfect.
So I move along to other things. Yes if the blog entry says what time it is. It's LATE. Way too late. But the computer has been having many many problems lately and $100 later I have a new power supply and finally for the first time in weeks a computer that isn't shutting itself off every 5 minutes. One of these days this machine will die and you may never hear from me again. At least you'll know that I probably will have that mountain of laundry finally taken care of when that day comes. But I admit, it feels good to just sit and blog. I thought I didn't miss it but now that I'm doing it... I SO DO. Miss it. So I won't blog much tonight, just getting my feet wet really. I have loads to talk about in the next few days. Crazy Sexy Cancer, sourdough bread, knitted washcloths, some design business, weight, well.. stuff. So all in due time.
On a side note about blogging. For the longest time I hated blogging. I felt my life was so boring compared to the amazing other scrapblogs out there with layouts everyday and cool things everyone bought and everyone's general fabulous life. It made this ole blog of mine just seem so boring and monotonous. So I rarely did it. Then after we moved here I decided to start really blogging about the boring life that is mine. And amazingly I got email after email of people who felt like I did, who enjoyed what I did or wish they did lol, people who returned everyday to read about my life and enjoyed their stay. Funny how we look at everyone else's life as so fabulous and our own as so dull and uneventful. When it's the lives of real people who struggle with finances and weight, who long for things outside of keeping up with the Jones's that truly are fascinating. Real life is fascinating. Life that has purpose even if that purpose is remembering to put the cloth diapers in the dryer before bed (that's my purpose in about 5 minutes). That is fascinating and interesting and fabulous to me. People who can change diapers and make bread and do it with a smile and joyous attitude are fabulous to me. People who can struggle with those things but have the gumption to admit it are fabulous to me. I like real people. People who may or may not brush their hair in the morning. Yeah yeah I am trying to make my lack of hairbrushing seem more glamorous. But hey... any life can be glamorous. Today I had a sack race with my children. Adric with a walmart bag, the olders in white kitchen bags and me in a black bag. We had multiple heats thorughout the kitchen and living room and laughed. I was a yes mom today for 15 minutes. That's fabulous. I think jumping in trash bags is about as glamorous as I want to be. Does that mean I was Queen for the Day? (okay okay I need sleep. Can you tell?)
So I have a billion pictures I could post. Baby pictures, pictures of my lovely flowers on the kitchen table, knitting I've been doing, yes I'm domestic and all that, all sorts of great pictures. So in true me fashion I will leave you with a picture or two. No it's not my adorable baby, or more chickens, or Clay playing guitar or Frankie laughing. Instead I leave you with a picture of out latest casualty. Poor Woody. Somehow he got himself stuck between those rocks. Very stuck. And when Adric pulled him out, he was minus one arm. Poor poor Woody. But again someone who can lose an arm and still smile about it. They're fabulous. Woody we love you.
Night.
