blah…

i need to write about so many things- great things in my life. my vacation. 2009 vbs. little everyday things that change my world.  but lately, all i do when i look at my blog is **heavy sigh**.

it’s the blahs- i’m sure its what i have. maybe it’s the heat. maybe it’s the injury (see i told you i have things to write about). maybe its the blues.

but i got the blahs. very bad case. all i want to do is read and sleep. maybe sleep and read. i’m just to blah to care about the order. even in my own little head, all i hear while i type is blah, blah, blah.  some might argue i need a vacation- check, done it. some might argue just a nights sleep – check, getting as much as i usually do. i’m so blah i really don’t want chocolate, sweets, or anything else really (even cleaning).

just sleep and read. blah blah blah…

cole centric day

(i realize this post is old, but they’re populating whilst i’m on the sand and not sure if i have interweb service)

over a week ago, on may 29, it was field day at indian hills and being a bit of a slouch this year with my parental involvement, i knew i couldn’t miss it.

the lead up to these events is usually nail-biting anticipation, but my eldest- who is a bit of a cynic (don’t know where he gets it from) was skeptical of my commitment to attend.  monday brought this response:

cole: so, you’re really coming? (eye roll)

me: absolutely. i can’t wait.

cole: soooo, are you really coming or are you just saying that you are?

me: i promise i’m really coming.

plumber, party of one

(a joyful moment from the last few weeks while i lounge on the beach)

add to the long list of talents the joy of plumbing. yes, that kind of plumbing although i usually wear my pants a bit higher.

regression back to the start of the story- my youngest came in the other day and say

mom, the sink is broked.

now usually this would strike fear in my gnarly little heart, but chico is always calling things broked these days, so i really kind of pooh-poohed him away.  not a good thing as it turns out. because the sink really was broked.

**ding ding** you are now free to move about the magazine…

sorry for the neglect… its been a while since i’ve been on here- mostly because i’ve been so busy i haven’t had a moment to write- with summer and baseball in full force now that the typhonic rains have slowed, coupled with my earnest desire to leave town on friday has left me little time for my masses.

 the real frenzy began three weeks ago when i had to take a little bizness trip for work.  not being prone to those kinds of things, naturally, i reveled in the opportunity to sleep in a nice hotel room alone without the heavy tread of a child in the middle of the night.  also, high on the list of priorities was taking a bath alone- without an audience or streaker around.