I’ve got bloggers block again. I just don’t know what you want to read about so allow me to throw a few things out there:
Do you want to know about how I went to my friend Meredith’s house on Wednesday morning and just hung out? Really, I did nothing but sit on her comfy leather couch and talk with her. For three hours. She worked on a counted cross-stitch, but I just sat like a bump on a log. She is seriously one of the easiest people to talk to and I love that about her. It was a great morning!
Or maybe you want to know about how my friend Vanessa and I are going to see Twilight at 10:45am on Friday morning. Seriously. We are going to the movies at 10:45 AM on a Friday morning. Who does that? Well apparently I do. We both really want to see the movie, but neither of us are such die hards that we want to venture out at midnight the night before and we don’t want to mess with the pubescent crowd on Friday night, so we are going to the 10:45 AM showing. It’ll be fun to see what other mothers sneak off to the movies while their kids are in school!
I know, you really want to know about how frustrated I am with my wardrobe, right? I’m basically a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl. Most days that is what you will find me in. Jeans, long sleeve t-shirt, and my black Dansko clogs. It’s my uniform. I love my uniform, especially when I add my black Columbia Sportswear jacket or my red Eddie Bauer puffy vest. It’s what I feel most comfortable in. It’s me. However, I wish I was a little more daring. I want to walk into a store and pick up something not in my uniform and wear it. Maybe I should start with these:
I’m sure you are all dying to know about how I called my mom last night and dumped a huge guilt trip on her about how she never comes to visit me, right? Well I did. It wasn’t pretty and it wasn’t fair of me either. I called her back tonight and apologized. The great thing about my mom is that she forgives me. She forgave me before I even called to apologize. I love that about her.
Speaking of my mom, I know that you all want to read about my moms trip to Africa. Well, she hasn’t shared much of the details yet. I think she is still processing a lot of it, but I also know that she is easing us into the tough stuff. At any rate she has two posts about her trip so far, go read them here and here.
Oh, oh, I know. How about I teach you all the most popular game at our house these days. I know you are all dying to know how to play
“Happy it’s not your birthday”
So it goes like this. The game can ONLY be played immediately following dinner and ONLY on nights when daddy is home (yep, I made up those rules). So we go around the table and one person at a time closes their eyes while the other three very quickly run through the house and grab random objects to give to the other person for their NOT birthday. Once everyone has gathered back at the table the gift receiver opens their eyes while we sing “happy it’s not your birthday to you” and is then presented with their gifts and a tall tale of why that gift is suitable for their NOT birthday. The recipient then gushes over the thoughtfulness of the gifts and we laugh at the silliness of it all. We then proceed to let everyone in the family take a turn at being the recipient of the completely random household objects. It is hilarious! Cooper made up this game a few months ago and wants to play it every night, that is why I added my two rules to the game.
Well, that’s all I got. For now. I better save some of my randomocity for another time, especially since I just don’t feel my blogging mo-jo coming back.
Why don’t you all help a girl out here and ask me some questions.
What do ya want to know?
C’mon, you know there’s something you really want to know about me.
About my sister?
My feelings on Obama?
Or the Shack?
About the ozone layer?
Just ask, I’ll answer.