I know that makes me sounds lazy and/or unoriginal, but here's the thing about my life: I have a constant list scrolling through my head at all times. And on most days, I have more than one list scrolling. I could easily generate a list-post every day.
To me, this is just normal and I suspect that it is the same for many other women. Were it possible to get some kind of recording of these lists, I think it would be equal parts amusing and horrifying. There is a reason why it is called an INTERIOR thought life.
At any rate, while I realize that my last post was also a list, I am trying to finish up some other desk-type projects this evening, so I offer you this little smattering of random HomeFront Corp. life:
I am an aunt again! Rob's sister and her husband are proud parents for the fifth time, and we are all jazzed. There's nothing like a new baby. Nothing.
So who's going to start working on Lucky Number Thirteen, huh? . . .
School starts in one month, and I am still living like June has just started. I have been enjoying the kids so much this summer. Not to imply that I don't enjoy them at other times, but this summer has really been swell.
My reluctance to face the dwindling summer days was temporarily assuaged by today's school supply shopping.
I pink puffy heart school supplies. Always have. Some addictions can never be truly broken.
Uniform shopping, on the other hand, I could do without.
I curse my Facebook friends for ever inviting me to play Bejeweled Blitz.
Not only am I REALLY BAD at it, I am now strangely drawn to it.
Plus, Fiver likes to watch over my shoulder, shaking his head, saying things like, "You missed another match, Mom."
Depressing coming from a six year old with motor delays.
I saw a commercial tonight for a motorized mascara brush. It sort of waggles back and forth, assuring excellent application.
Really? We need something MOVING that close to our eyes?
The more technology produces, the more I want to go live in a cave.
(And still I embrace technology for The Blogging. The irony is not lost on me.)
Rob and I have been having heavy discussions about all sorts of things lately: health care reform, the myths of over-population, how much should a government provide its citizenry, and so on.
They're good discussions, and maybe I'll have to expand a few of them to see what your thoughts are, but all in all, I still go to bed feeling like we should live in a cave.
I need to get my hands on the "Blogging Without Obligation" button that I have seen on a few of my old haunts.
I can tell that my priorities are a little out of whack when I start to feel a self-applied and false sense of alarm over not posting more often.
I have to let some things go, and one of them is not going to be these last few weeks of summer.
Even though you ladies (and men? are you out there men?) are pretty cool.
And lastly, I'd just like to say that if I could pop Sally in my mouth and eat her, I would. She's that delicious.
She followed Rob outside last night, and when he remarked on her lack of shoes, she told him,
Well, I've got my feet.