Um, hello? Is this thing on?
Oh good. The blog still works. Not that you’d know seeing as how I may as well have fallen from the face of the Earth. I’m still here though. Just swamped.
I have a few tidbits for you though:
- (Excuse me for a moment while I knock on virtual wood). Alrighty then, here goes: we are officially five days post surgery and there have been no bleeding incidents. For this I am extremely grateful. Two days to go before we emerge from the risky zone.
- It’s a big week around here. Friday marks the last day of school. Not to mention two much anticipated promotion ceremonies. And a rather large celebration bbq hosted by yours truly.
- Today I called Jeff and told him that he’d beat us home because we had doctor’s appointments to attend to. Rather than leave him with idle time on his hands I offered up a chore suggestion that would seriously alleviate some stress on my part as we prepare for our guests. I asked that he vacuum the grass. Only after the words came out did I consider how odd that would sound to someone who hails from any other part of the country where artificial grass isn’t so commonplace. But now that I mention it you’ve got to admit that the ability to simply vacuum the lawn and have it look worthy of a Better Homes and Garden spread makes you green with envy.
- Here’s the remedy for that envy: On the way to the doctor’s office I spotted two (YES – TWO) rather large snakes along the side of the road. Both were dead. I happen to prefer them in that condition. But the snake thing makes the perfect grass thing a whole lot less appealing doesn’t it?
- On Friday I had stripes put into my hair. And by stripes I mean highlights. I prefer the term stripes though because that is exactly what they look like. As opposed to my husband’s hair. The “stripes” in his hair would be more appropriately referred to as salt flecks. Silver strands. GREY HAIRS. They’ve invaded with a vengeance and he’s kinda apprehensive about it. But just between you and me, I think they’re kinda sexy. Shhh!
- In spite of the random greys he now sports in his facial hair and sideburns, he totally whipped my behind on Sunday morning when he suggested we run sprints up a hill rather than our normal 2 mile course. Whipped. My. Behind. And I’m all about the ice packs today.
- I’m so not making the self-imposed writing goal I set for myself. I fully intended to finish those novel revisions and get them sent back to the agent by the end of May. Not. Happening. But since the kids will be gone at Dad camp for a few weeks starting Saturday I should be able to wrap things up by the end of June. And then I can get back to reading all of your blogs faithfully like I used to.
So that’s where we’re at. What’s going on in your neck of the woods?
