Stuff

-There are little green things coming up out of the ground and that brings me such joy, I was dancing in the yard. My boy kept repeating me “do you know what this means? Spring is coming!” and I kept telling him: These are going to be daffodils. These are going to be irises, and these are going to be daylilies! These! Look little tiny pieces of catmint are popping up! And look at these…

-Jake has to have another surgery to figure out what those dang things are inside of his abdomen. I keep wondering how nervous I should be. Am I too nervous or not nervous enough? How do you gage these things? Am I being strong enough for him, or does he not want me to “be strong?”

-School is back in and that makes me happy and sad.

-I just read that the Bachelor and the one he chose have already broken up. That’s another season of the Bachelor that was a complete unsatisfying waist of time. The last one where Jen Shepf or whatever her name was didn’t choose anyone made me so mad, cause the finale was like three hours long and after watching intently for three hours, you want SOMEONE to end up dating. And now this season, poor poor…what was her name?? I felt her stupification that he really didn’t connect with her in the same way she had with him and she just drove away in the limo feeling “so foolish” and now she’ll probably never open up to anyone again cause she was already so jaded to begin with. (Is stupifiaction a word, cause my computer is telling me it’s not, but it so accurately describes my feelings about this issue…) Maybe next time the bachelor is on I will be strong enough to not watch it.

-Is there a way to stop hating cleaning so much? I mean you always are going to have to clean. There’s no way out of it. It can be satisfying, but when the kids constantly make messes, the satisfaction only lasts for a moment. Can somebody speak encouraging words to me?

- I just entered a contest. That is so not like me. But I had this drive to do it. I did a bunch of scrapbook pages for Chatterbox. My intentions are to eventually become a designer for them and be paid for something so great like being creative. The grand prize is $10,000, so I’m already planning on what I’m going to do with the money when they show up at my door with a six foot foam backed check with my name on it. What, I can dream. Don’t give me that look. Even if I don’t win, I have some great scrapbook pages for my posterity, so it wasn’t in vain. I ain’t dum.