Monday, August 31, 2009

Welcome to my Real World

Welcome to my new blog.  My alternate blog.  I have a blog that I love to write called "Notes from the Journey" which I hope you will read.  (Link below.)  But here's what happened.  My friend Lisa would read the blog and say, "That's really true, but it's not the whole story.  I know what REALLY happened and you need a place to blog about the real stuff." So it is from that conversation that this blog site was born.  The real stories, the good, the bad, and the morning uglies.

 I don't really want to start my new blog by saying that I'm tired and a tiny bit cranky, but that's the truth.  This back-to-school schedule is settling in, and for the first time, the back-to-school supplies were more "are you kidding me?" than "hey, that's cool!"  The cashier at Staples said to me, "Wow, twelve dollars. . . that's one of the best school supply ring-ups we've had."  I glared at her.  Staples was my seventh store.  Twelve bucks my ass.  Does that count the $5000 calculator and the gross of binders I had to buy?  Some of you know that I had a severe and unprecedented reaction to the binder buying last year, and it didn't get any better this year.  Nope.  Not better at all.  They are ugly, expensive, hard to manage, bulky in backpacks, and sometimes they pinch you.  I hate you, binders.

So what you should know about me going in is this:  Jono has just started high school and he plays baseball all the time.  Really.  All the time.  Yesterday, I was at a double-header at a field located next to an Auto-Zone and behind a VFW hall.  It was 57 degrees and it rained the entire time.  Apparently, I wasn't quite dressed for the August weather in my pants, socks, shoes, long-sleeved shirt, fleece, and blanket.  I watched a majority of the game from the van where Sam listened to Radio Disney and he played Solitaire on my phone.   It is not the first time I have been in love with my van and my phone.

Abby is in Middle School this year and she loves dancing, penguins, and all things about the ocean.  She has started spending an extraordinary amount of time washing and styling her hair and we have entered the world where I know nothing about her clothes (which I just bought) or her hair (which I may cut off.)  Sam, who has just started 2nd grade, was home sick today.  It's the 4th day of school.

My husband, Adam, loves golf and cars and our kids and me.  Not necessarily in that order, though sometimes I do accuse him. . .  He travels quite a bit, works long days, but always wants me to write. I think he'll be happy with this blog, at least until I use it for evil.  Mwwwaaahhhh,  haaaah, haaaah.

A few more details.  My parents are addicted to Farmtown on Facebook and I'm realizing that although I can't get in touch with them by phone, I do see on Facebook that "Ray has achieved inspiring farmer level."  Good job, Dad.  Mom, I'm sure you're doing great, too, but I haven't seen your update.  I've lost them to Facebook.   Last weekend, my dad was at the computer and I said, "Are you on Farmtown?"  And he said, "No."  And then his computer bleated.  Like a goat.  Liar.

I have good friends.  HELLO, FRIENDS!  I LOVE YOU!

I have a great family, brothers, sisters-in-law, nieces, nephews, and lots of aunts, uncles, cousins.  You name it, I've got it. HELLO, FAMILY!  I LOVE YOU!

That's about it for me.  I'm going to hope for a peaceful sleep.  I've been very dreamy (and not like McDreamy on Grey's Anatomy) . . . like I'm dreaming all the time, every night, multiple times.  What does this mean?  I've tried going to bed early, staying up late, not eating late, drinking, not drinking, and popping a couple of painkillers.  (Note:  I have not tried all of these together, but now that I think about it. . . )   Anyway, the dreams continue.  Maybe I'm meant to discover something wonderful while I'm sleeping.  I'll let you know.  Sleep well.

1 comment:

  1. I am sooooo proud of you! You go girl! And, I'm just going to throw in there for good measure that I am now officially your know, in case we get a 'Julie & Julia' deal or something...I need the money for the mounting medical bills. heehee....
    Lisa (as in Bowhead Lisa, of course)