Well it pretty much came down to this: If I didn't blog tonight I'm pretty sure I never would have again. Just've—that's right—just've fallen off the ol' blogosphere and been lost forever. The worst part is that I'm dangerously tired, so there's no telling where that could lead, let alone all the spelling errors and fragmented thoughts that make not a whit of sense. But hey, at least I managed to throw in "whit," and that's pretty cute.
Well anyway, I'm pleased to say that—since it's my first post in a month, nay, over a month—I have a load of less-than brilliant things to say. Isn't that a disappointment. I mean, really. Gosh. You'd think during this lovely time of the year and in my state of super-human tiredness that I'd have something more-than brilliant to say.
Anyway, here's some possible ideas. You tell ME.
• Tonight, after our tithing settlement (it's a church thing, I'll explain at some other more boring time) Tom and I both took a moment to reflect and discuss our bishop's eyebrow movement. It's kind of like watching a roller coaster on somebody's face.
• One time I came home from Costco and I said to Tom, "I'd like to buy new boots." And then Tom said to me, "I'd like to buy new golf clubs." Somehow though, through the course of our conversation we both confessed that we had actually already purchased both of these items for ourselves.
• And um, after that, since we were in the confessing mood, I confessed some of the most shocking and devastating news Tom Thomas had ever heard: I told him that I had purchased a back-up Halloween costume for Clara—just in case his Monsters Inc master-plan didn't turn out so master-ish. (This was several weeks after Halloween had already occurred.) (And then I confessed that I actually hadn't planned to ever tell him, but well, you've gotta come up with something to one-up the other when you're in one of those confessing moods...)
• Once on our drive to Zion National Park last month, Tom and I got in this ultra (I use "super" too much) heated discussion on whether it's "padiddle" or "perdiddle." Pffff—who even says "perdiddle"? Anyway, go ahead and do a Google search on “perdiddle,” Tom, and it’ll say “Did you mean padiddle?”
• Tom got a new James Bond video game (this was his blog-worthy suggestion, not mine.)
• Today Tom was very well-behaved during sacrament meeting because I let him color in Clara's My Little Pony coloring book. And for a good portion of the meeting I sat there trying to formulate that into a Facebook status. Guess the ol' blog'll have to do.
• Tom spent his birthday money to buy long johns. Because I guess that's what soon-to-be 30-year-olds do.
• Oooh, here's one: I discovered a new favorite cat video. Remember how it used to be this one? Well, now it's this one.
• Clara's really into our nativity set. Pieces keep walking off. I've also had to remind her several times not to throw baby Jesus. She's big into throwing things. Not to be a demon or anything, just to show off her muscles.
• Speaking of Clara, she learned to say "no" and now she points at imaginary objects and uses her best authoritative tone and says "NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO." To answer your question folks, she did NOT learn this behavior from me, so lay off, okay?
• I was just sure this year would be the year that we'd get ourselves a real-life bona fide fake Christmas tree. But in the end our 2-foot wimpy thing of a guy won out again and is partially proudly displayed a-top our side table. The good news is that I purchased some new whos-its and whats-its galore to jazz it up a bit. And from the dollar store, no less. I tell you, the dollar store is one of the world's best-kept secrets.
• Do you want to know how long it's been since I've read a book? Ages! How embarrassing. This is probably why I'm a bad blogger. Not reading makes me stupider. So yes, I'm taking suggestions.
• Should I do Christmas cards? Part of me feels like I should do Christmas cards.
• But the thing is, I put a lot of time and energy into my mom's Christmas newsletter. (More than you might think.) I mean, it's a lot of work taking all the mundane activities of EACH family member and making it sound like we're all bilingual ninja acrobats undercover. Or, you get the idea.
Believe me, I could definitely keep going, but this is getting painful. And tired-er.
Oh, but before I bid good night—my other idea for a blog title was "Isn't it greeeeeeat that I articulate? Isn't it graaaaaand that you can understand? I don't honk, I don't eek! I don't even squeak or squawk. When I wanna say a somethin', I open up and type. I can type, I can type type type, I can type!"
But in the end smorgasbord won. Smorgasbord always wins.
2 comments:
The word smorgasbord makes me smile. It's fun to say. I was very undecided about Christmas cards, but pushed through and yours is in the mail. I'm so proud of myself. Sounds like things are going well. Great picture of Tom and Clara.
I laughed out loud at your conversation with Tom about wanting new boots and new golf clubs. We have had almost that EXACT same conversation. So great. Love it when you blog. :)
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