But my life these days is filled with things that I find less than bloggable.
- I'm STILL trying to get a Kneaders going in Colorado. What? It's only been 2 years... Wanna hear about the building I found and how it has to have not only the inside completely gutted and redone, but also new curbs and bushes to make a drive-thru work? See? I didn't think so.
- The Brain and I are in charge of organizing the youth Pioneer Trek this summer, which is incredibly interesting to me, and I find myself spending lots of time thinking about it, reading about it, reorganizing things in my head, etc, but I don't think most people would be, you know, super interested in my thought process for how to motivate kids to actually prepare in advance by doing the suggested walking for this thing, and whether or not the girls should have to sew their skirts, even though the boys don't have anything to sew. (But if you want to talk to ME about trek suggestions,by all means, do it.)
- I also spend a good portion of my time driving to Sonic. Because - well, OBVIOUSLY.
- Then you also have the usual cleaning, cooking (how do I hate thee menu planning? Let me count the ways.), chauffeuring, and constant kid-worrying that make up my existence.
It's possible that I'm the last person on the planet to go to mylifeisaverage.com. But just in case you didn't know about it, I thought I'd share this site where people - mostly teens - write in about quirky things that happen to them.
The girls sit and read them to me every now and then, and sometimes we laugh until tears run down our cheeks. Ok well, that happened once. But it's usually good for a laugh or two.
Here are some of our favorite posts:
Today, while sitting with my group at lunch at school, one of my friends began complaining about how everyone thinks she looks like another girl named Cathy when she looks nothing like her. The others in my group all agreed. I thought she was Cathy. I now have no idea who I sit with at lunch. MLIA
Today, I was late for class. I was a bit upset because it was my second late this week, and my school gives out detention for 2 lates in a week. When my teacher asked me why I was late, I randomly told him that I got stuck in Narnia. We proceeded to have a minute-long conversation about the wardrobe and such. When my friend showed up behind me, also late, my teacher asked her what her excuse was, saying that I had a "reasonable excuse", and he wanted to hear hers. She said she got into a car accident. My teacher said he didn't believe her. Although neither of us got marked late, it's good to know Narnia is more realistic than car accidents. MLIA.
Today, I had to do a recording assignment for a language class. I was getting frustrated, so I finished the recording and sent it without playing it back. I listened to it just now, and you can clearly hear my father screaming at my brother to hide the body before Mom gets home. He was talking about a mouse, but my instructor doesn't know that. MLIA