I took a bit of a break from the blog recently. Did you notice?
I wanted to spend some time doing stuff with my kids (like I have a choice!), and I also wanted to try to focus on living in the present moment. That sounds hokey, but it’s something I don’t do enough these days. Also, school and other activities are keeping us pretty busy.
Additionally, I decorated the house for Christmas. Yes, I know it’s only November, but if I wait until later, it will be too late. In any case, I love the holidays (Thanksgiving and Christmas), and I say there are no rules about that stuff. I can put up my tree whenever I darn well want. It doesn’t mean that I’ve forgotten about Thanksgiving. I am extremely THANKFUL that I am able to start celebrating Christmas as early and as long as I please.
Whilst living in THE NOW amongst the heathen tribe, there were a few instances where I walked into a room just in time to prevent death and dismemberment.
I have also overheard a few phrases that, although somewhat benign in their actual wording, were quite frightening when I considered their possible context.
So, for your reading pleasure, I give you:
- “Watch THIS!”
- “Is that blood?”
- “Is that chocolate? Let me taste it.”
- “Stop! I think I hear Mom coming!”
- “Where do we keep the fire extinguisher?”
- “Maybe we can fix it before she comes back…”
- “Don’t TOUCH IT.”
- “Do we have a chainsaw?”
- “Red RUM! Red RUM!”
- “Mom said not to do that!”
- “Ew. You ATE THAT?”
- “Gross. Is there poop in that?”
- “There’s no way you’ll make it all the way over there from the couch.”
- “You better go change your pants.”
- “I don’t think that’s playdoh.”
If you have kids, have you ever heard them say something that made your ears perk up?
If you’ve never been here before, I’m so happy that you stopped by. If you are a regular, thank you for coming back.
I’ve been thinking that I should share some stuff about myself on the “About” page so you lovely readers can get to know what I’m all about, and at the same time, I can exorcise a little of my narcissism. No, not “exercise”, although that would also be appropriate.
We’ll see how long that lasts until I think of more stuff to over share that you don’t really care about.
So, here you go:
- I’m really immature for my age.
- I’m a big Star Wars fan (the original trilogy – not feeling much love for the prequels, unfortunately. Hoping the next movies don’t suck).
- I have a pretty sick sense of humor (most nurses do).
- I never wanted kids, but now I have a small army of them and I couldn’t be more pleased.
- I gave up my career as a nurse practitioner and clinical nursing instructor at a highly-esteemed university to stay home with my sweet brood so I could home school them.
- I have an issue with round edges – I can’t handle rounded tables, rugs or most circles of any kind. I prefer right angles. No posts about that, sorry.
- I have a fear of heights and large water bodies. Sometimes, I lay awake at night and think about falling and drowning. Then I worry about my kids possibly falling or drowning or being otherwise injured in the most improbable ways. I also lay awake at night thinking of dumb stuff like this. Beats drowning and falling.
- I have a list of favorite words. This list includes “skeleton”, “pelican”, “roll” (not role, though), and “crevasse”. I try to use these words often and with as much flair as possible.
- I have misophonia, which is a sensitivity to other people’s sounds like chewing, drinking, coughing, nail-clipping, etc. (as well as any repetitive physical movement like fidgeting). It sounds dumb, but it’s a real “thing”. This is a challenge with kids because all of their sounds are kind of gross and, at times, enraging. I’ve had this weirdness for as long as I can remember – even as a kid. Here’s an example for you: There was a girl who sat behind me in my government class in college who started eating sunflower seeds during the lecture – she would put the seed in her mouth, pop the shell open with her teeth and then spit it out and put it in a bag on her desk. It is a miracle that she survived class that day.
- Actually, that’s a bad example – everyone in class wanted to kill her. She was that loud. How did she not realize how loud she was?? The rudeness and disrespect for her fellow classmates?? UGH. I’m still bitter, can you tell?
- I like to rearrange furniture. A lot. Even when I’m sick.
- I was a girl scout for about twenty minutes.
- I love food and I love to cook.
- I love movies. Especially if they’re about food or cooking, or have Johnny Depp in them.
- I love to read.
- I really want to write a book some day.
- I almost became a crazy cat lady. I seriously love cats, people.
- My Mister is the yin to my yang. He’s the bacon to my eggs. Penguin for life, or whatever. He’s really cool.
- I like old Barry Manilow songs.
- I love to make people laugh, even at my own expense.
That’s all I’ve got for now. To know me is to love me & stuff. Thank you for visiting my little blog – enjoy.