Since I found Pinterest started my Master’s class I find
that I am sort of living under a rock. I haven’t watched the news in months. I
haven’t checked the weather in…months. I get dressed in the morning according to
the level of cold in my bedroom at approx. 11pm the night before, which is a
surprisingly bad indicator of the following day’s weather. I’m usually
incredibly cold in my office during the fall/winter months and our bedroom
could double as a sub-zero fridge in the cooler weather so there have been
(nice) days where I have literally been sweating the entire day. That’s a pleasant
feeling.
I’ve become incredibly bad at water cooler talk. You know, talking
about the sensational headlines in the news. Yeah, I have no idea on any of
that. I also haven’t followed the election. Not even a little. I realize that
will give some of you heart palpitations and I’m sorry for that but my utter disdain
for politicians makes my care-factor incredibly low and when I have about 2 ½ hours
a night (if I’m lucky) to play with Pinterest Instagram my kids, the news never
rarely makes it on the TV. (I wonder if Nick Jr. would be willing to air the
presidential debates and other current events in cartoon form so I can trick my
kids into thinking it’s a “normal” show and actually stay abreast of current
events.)
I haven’t even been staying current on my blogs. (I’m sorry.)
Basically, my life is a shell of its former self. I’m not sure where September
went…don’t get me started on October. I just keep reminding myself that I have
only 4 more years of this. Four. More. Years. Crap crap crap crap crap
In other news…
My husband and I haven’t killed each other yet are going in
the right direction…dare I say even doing well.
I’ve started helping with Bud’s hockey team (60 on 3 seemed like
really bad odds for the coaches. You know, with all those little kids with
knives on their feet and clubs in their hands). So I’m the hunched over one
with the pony tail sticking out of her helmet picking up the littlest kids and
giving them a shove back toward their real coaches who know what they are
doing. I only had one kid cry (how was I supposed to know he kept skating over
to the wall to get his mom because he had to pee really bad?) and I call that
success! Plus, it seems like it’s the only hockey I’m going to get this season
(Lockout I hate you) so I’m a gunna get myself as close to the action as
possible.
In the sad news department my Grandma is deteriorating at a very rapid
rate so it’s pretty much day to day now. Still praying but now it is for her to be
released from all her suffering. Cancer is a bitch. (That, right there, is the
understatement of the year.)
In happier news, my husband has some good news coming his way. I
don’t want to jinx it so I’m just going to be mean and tantalize you with those
very meager details and leave it at that. You’re welcome.
Two of my cousins are heading to boot camp (Marines) next week.
Please pray, and then pray again, for them!
Babe has been calling people "F*%# heads" lately. We are so proud.
The first graders in Bud’s school are supposed to be able to read
50 words in one minute by June. They had a proficiency exam a couple of days
ago and Bud read 100 words in a minute. 100 WORDS! It’s not even half way thru
the year! We are checking into the age requirement for Mensa.
Ok, this is long enough and Pinterest is waiting. Hope all
of you are doing fabulous (yes, I do realize I’d know the answer to that if I
was keeping up with your blogs) and while I’m being a terrible Interneter
please know that I love you all dearly!
Peace out!
Lily
