annieology

I have a confession.

I don’t have it all together.

Let’s sit with that for a bit.

I, annieology, do not have it all together.

There are signs.

For instance.  Only one of my legs will be shaved at any given time.

It’s like it’s rocket science or something.  For some reason, I just don’t get the concept, or I get distracted or….

I don’t know.

Clearly if I had answers, I would have solved this problem.

Maybe the answer is those fancy lasers that remove all the hair from my legs.  Somebody want to give me three grand?

It’s for an important cause.  The less I have to remember to shave both legs, the more I can work on world peace.

It is 1:00 I’m done with my day.  I have done everything I normally do in a day.  Dinner is mostly prepped.  TV watched. Miles ran (or run???) I even dozed on the couch and help my SIL set up a tracking device on her blog.  Plus I’ve tweeted some of my best tweets ever.

I’m bored.

I have this weird mid-life crisis thing going on where I have decided it’s about time I got it together.  I woke up early.  Giving the kids 90 minutes to get ready for camp.  It was calm and quiet and we enjoyed our morning instead of the usual whining and pleading,  and really, kids shouldn’t have to put up with that from their mother.

The sign behind my desk reads “I’ve had it together for ______ days” like the construction site safety signs.  Yeah and every day I am supposed to erase the number and put the next number in line up, but I don’t because ONE is my record.  So, I’m thinking of getting out the Sharpie…..but I don’t, (because the sign doesn’t exist, but I’m going to make it exist)

Having it together for one half day, I’ve gotten bored.  The kids are at camp.  My normal activities are done.  I even transferred the ice from the tray to the bin, because we’re fancy like that and like to make our ice from scratch, plus FILLED THE TRAYS BACK UP….

I know.  If you make your ice from scratch you know what a chore that is.  Apparently it is, because we never have ice.

Now, I’m blogging, but when that’s done, there will be nothing left to do but clean.

I said “nothing” not “no one”  (did I tell you Tech Support is working from home again? and by working from home I mean doing some computery stuff and sexually harassing me – it’s nice)

I guess what I am saying is that when I’m done writing this post, I’ll have nothing left to do but clean.

So, you might want to fix yourself a drink, we’re gonna be awhile.

It’s OK, we’ll wait for you to return.

See, we didn’t leave without you.  We love you, even if we don’t love each other anymore.

Oh wait, that’s a bad episode of Super Nanny.

Things I found #funny today.

1. Barnes & Noble having “huge kids sale” thank you but I prefer my kids small, and also done with kids.
2. Sly Stallone’s new movie “Expendable’s” bwahahahahahahahahahaha (the title, not the content, like I’d watch a Sly Stallone movie ever again.  You just aren’t going to top “Stop or My Mom Will Shoot”)
3. Gene Simmon’s Family Jewels.  lmao every time.

OK, I’m boring myself here.  I will either go clean or try to convince Tech Support that work will always be there, but these boobs only have a few more years in them.

peace out

My efforts at going 100% whole food continue.

Not that weight control was my issue, I just figured eating better would help me lose that baby weight I’ve been carrying around since the twins came.

Sure they are “adopted” but that’s not my point, I still gained 15 pounds.

I was wrong about the weight thing.  I eat so much more now because it is so amazingly good.

Like if you have ever had pineapple in a can, it’s tolerable.

But if you’ve ever had pineapple in Hawaii.  Oh.  My.  Lordy. Praise Jesus that is good!

I have never been a fan of guac.  Historically guac, for me, has come in a pop top from the chip aisle.  Underwhelming at best.  Yesterday I made my own and “hello gluttony”.

Did I tell you I spent ten days in Oregon?  I believe I did.  I have so many places I tell people things I forget to tell people things sometimes.  I do not want to be that person you follow on Twitter, and Facebook and blah blah blah and you get stories about my cat in triplicate.

Not that I have a cat, but ykwim.

Anyway, every 14 feet there is a “Pick Your Own” farm.  The whole state of Oregon, as far as I can tell is a forest with a giant garden.  It is whole food heaven.  Their Farmer’s Markets are bigger than their towns.  There were many local food restaurants.  Like I said, everything I want to be when I grow up.  Although, I now question whether I could pick my own pineapple.  But if I could eat 90% local, I think I’d live.  I would not want to be deemed “extreme”.

Do I use “quotes” too much?

I think I might.

We set up Skype last night for the kids little sister.  It amazes me how much she is like Boog.  The sister and Boog would be pegged for twins before he and the Princess.  But her mannerisms are like his too, although she appears to be a night owl, which is so not Boog.  He’s that child who puts himself to bed at 8:00 – which is nice, unless you miss that window of willingness and move right into overtired pest.  Once we get there, watch out. It’s not pretty.

Which brings me to Marcus Buckingham who is pretty, but whose books I’m listening to on audible.com basically asking me to define what I like about my “job” and what sucks the life out of me in my job.  Bedtime is definitely a soul sucking endeavor around here.  So, I have to ask myself.  Is this soul sucking endeavor something that is necessary in my job?

Hmmmm?

Not technically, I mean I could just let them wander until they fall over.  Call it “unparenting”.  But then again, because I have to send them to gov’ment schools they have to get up in the morning and need sleep so, yes, bedtime is probably a necessary part of my job.

Hopefully, he’ll cover how to make it less soul sucking.  I’ll let you know.

Until then, I will make myself happy by cooking.  And guess what is in the July/August issue of the Food Network Magazine?  A Chik-Fil-A copy cat.  If you were Skyping me right now, you could see my happy dance.  I think I may try it for lunch.

Barefoot running is still happening.  Although the past four days I’ve felt like I’ve been hit by a truck.  Which was only slightly worrisome until someone asked me if I’d gotten bitten by a tick in the forest.  I would know that, right?  I do not want to be debilitated by ninja tick, at least give me the satisfaction of burning it with a magnifying glass.  I have thus far, resisted the urge to Google it.  The Google is not always your friend.

Also, for all y’all Googling “Women of Faith, San Antonio”  I have tickets.  Click that blue button on the sidebar.  You’ll be in the coolest group there.

Well, I’m hungry for Chick-fil-A so I have to go buy something called malted milk powder.  What are the chances that my grocer will have it?

Bwahahahahahahahaha