Other than when we were in California on vacation I can’t remember a week where I only blogged twice!
I think if they gave out this award, I would win it, hands down. No competition.
Besides bringing Brucie home, it’s been a busy week. My two year old is all better and it turns out the blood was a “fluke” thing and was most likely completely unrelated to the virus he had. He felt 100% better after making up for the sleep he lost during that long night in the ER. But the bug has been passed around amongst the children and my 5 year 0ld now has it. Turns out it’s croup again. We had a long run of croup in September so I thought we had “done our time” but apparently it’s coming back for an encore! Blah!
So I was telling The Pastor how odd it was that I have not blogged very much at all this week. I said, “Well, it’s not even so much that the kids have been sick or that Bruce is requiring every last minute of my time… It’s just that… well, I’ve had nothing worthwhile to say.”
That’s a very odd sensation for me. If you know me at all this will not come as a shock to you.
Then, in a high pitched squeaky voice, he began singing the song Allison Krauss sang several years back, “You say it best when you say nothin’ at all…”
I looked blankly at him and said, “That might be a romantic notion but it’s not exactly a compliment when you are talking to a writer! (or a wannabe writer anyways)” He got a good chuckle out of that! :^D Glad I could entertain him.
Speaking of Brucie, not that I was speaking about him, but anyways, speaking of Brucie, I have become convinced that his one episode of being startled out of a deep sleep was most likely a fluke. He has been so eager to please, so docile and obedient and so patient with the children (even letting the two year old “ride” him [with me close by] when he’s resting on the floor) that I really think it was an isolated incident. He is just a beautiful dog with a wonderful temperament and he’s so quick to learn. We are all delighted more and more every day with him. I already can’t imagine being without him.
So what have I been doing all of these days on which I had nothing worthwhile to say? Here is a boring list that will not interest you in the slightest because if they would interest you I would have had something worthwhile to say all of those days and would not have left you in suspense all this time for a truly bore-a-hole-in-your-head-and-pour-liquid-explosives-into-it-boring list. But because
I still have nothing worthwhile to say you deserve an explanation, I will make the list and pray for your souls as I’m sure you will probably want to throw yourself off the nearest suspension bridge from sheer head banging boredom and you know you should not want to do that no matter how boring it is. That is why I will pray for your souls. Here is the list in all of it’s cruel-self-flagellation-inspiring-boringocity.
- Reading dog training manuals
- Reading about the history of the Golden Retriever. Ask me who Lord Tweedmouth is. I really know.
- Avoiding folding laundry. The three baskets in the hall and the one mountain on the couch prove this.
- Sneaking Halloween candy after the kids go to bed. (Just kidding.) No. I’m not just kidding. I really did do it. But just once. (Seriously.)
- Taking my
new boyfriendsweet overgrown pup for walks. (Gotta do penance for even the little bit of Halloween candy I’ve stolen.) He lives for walks.
- Resenting the children’s tube of bright pink toothpaste because toothpaste is my arch nemesis because somehow there always ends up being an enormous crustified blob at the opening so that only a tiny hole is left for the tooth paste to squeeze out of. That and there always ends up being 47 various sized blobs of it all over the bathroom counter and sink and they are really hard to remove.
- Teaching my little pupils in all their subjects. (Well, not the sick ones.)
- Watching episode after episode of the BBC television series of James Herriot’s All Creatures Great and Small. We watch it every night in bed on The Pastor’s laptop computer.
- Ripping my toe nails and finger nails off painfully. Slowly. Piece by piece. Little by little. Until all that remain are bloody little stumps.
- Just kidding. But that does sound awfully boring right? And I promised you awfully boring so just in case all the other things on the list weren’t painfully boring enough I decided to embellish it a little bit. Sorry.
- Waiting until the last possible minute to decide what is for dinner because kids being sick and me have nothing worthwhile to blog about generally coincide with a lack of luster and creativity in the cooking department.
- Waiting for winter to fall. (That sounds uber boring doesn’t it?) It is falling tomorrow. We will have a high of 1 degree Celsius, but *much* colder (according to the weatherman) in the afternoon. Oh Joy. Rapture.
Anyways, that’s it. I told you it was boring. I’m praying for your soul right now.
Please step away from the suspension bridge.