Ack, My Brain Has Turned To Mush!

I’ve been MIA for the past few days, trying to catch my breath. While my to-do list has been pathetically short, as it always is, it seems like I haven’t had the extra spare minutes to sit and type. I’m sure many bloggers can whip out a post in a couple of minutes, but it takes me FOREVER.
With the exception of talking and eating, I don’t do anything fast. I don’t run fast, drive fast, make decisions fast or write fast.

The only way I know how to quickly throw out a blog post is to use my good friend, the bullet point. Bullet points also reign in my tendency towards wordiness.

  • Caroline’s teacher for second grade is the one that our neighbor hoped she’d have, Mrs. Fay.
  • There were two girls in our neighborhood I hoped and prayed would not be in Caroline’s class this year.
  • BOTH of them are. Ha! Life is funny sometimes.
  • On the bright side, two really great kids from Caroline’s first grade class are also in Mrs. Fay’s class.
  • So is her running buddy from PE last year. We’re VERY happy about that.
  • The weather has been beautiful lately. Consequently, the pool is freezing cold, but the air temperature is really quite pleasant.
  • I’m so happy that fall is around the corner. I mean, really, who doesn’t love fall? One of my favorite things to mark the season is Bounty fall print paper towels. My mom hates printed paper towels, preferring boring plain white ones, but I gotta have my prints. I’m not a fussy person and prefer clean lines and simple things, but I just need to have printed paper towels to add a little interest. Bounty’s fall prints remind me of Hawaii, where fall is just gorgeous. Nah, not really, I just remember that Hawaii is where I first discovered fall paper towels with pictures of Lucy trying to convince Charlie Brown that she will hold the football still this time while he tries to kick it. We all know that’s not true, but still, I love Charlie Brown and I love fall and I love the two on a paper towel. I couldn’t find Charlie Brown paper towels yesterday, but I did purchase some with lovely fall leaves, which gave me a similar warm and fuzzy feeling. They’ll just have to do.
  • I gave in to my ice cream ban. Popsicles just weren’t cutting it. I’ve been a good girl, though, and haven’t eaten more than I should. Yay me.
  • I’m accruing more adoring fans daily with my chocolate cakes. I’ve made three cakes in the past week or so and have been asked to make a strawberry layer cake for another birthday at the end of the month. The cakes are hopelessly lopsided and look like they’ve been decorated by a rank amateur, but they taste good and that’s all that matters.
  • The $$$ soccer team I signed Caroline up for still doesn’t have a coach. The director sent out emails, begging and pleading and guilting parents into coaching, but I didn’t give in. She claims you don’t need any soccer experience, but I have my limits. Kids don’t listen to me and I’d really rather read my book during practice than blow a whistle and make kids kick balls around cones. Practices start next week and they may have to place the kids on different teams, which might not be as geographically convenient as it would be if someone would volunteer to coach at the field at her school. Nope, not me. Ain’t gonna happen. I mean, really, could you picture me coaching soccer? I can’t. Nope. Not at all.
  • I’m so very annoyed that we have to pay property tax on my car. Like it’s my fault we live here. We’re just obeying Uncle Sam’s orders. Sheesh! Craig is exempt because he’s active duty military, but no such luck for the supportive military wife.
  • While in Wal Mart the other day buying a new welcome mat to replace our old fraying one, I saw STIRRUP PANTS. Yeah, I said it. Stirrup pants. Horrifying, eh? For the love of all things holy, why!?!?!?! NO ONE should wear stirrup pants. Not in the 80s and certainly not now. Curse you Miley Cyrus and your trendy clothing line at Wal Mart. The whole idea just makes me want to barf.
  • Um, that’s all I have for now. Like I said, my brain is in a mush like state. Hopefully my mental faculties will be restored and raring to go this weekend. No surprisingly, we don’t have any big plans for Labor Day. Craig has a four day and will be going to Maryland tomorrow for his friend’s bbq. We’d go, but his friend’s son, who is Caroline’s age, won’t be there. Besides, this is Craig’s buddy from the “old days” and they’ll have much more fun without us. So, Caroline and I will stay home. She and her friends will wreak havoc and I’ll clean it up. We’re also going shopping for soccer cleats, which will be the highlight of the weekend.

    Or not.

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3 responses

  1. I am completely in love with white paper towels. I don't like the prints, mostly because I don't want to have them mismatch with my kitchen. Sad, I know.Along the same lines, I don't like patterned tissue boxes either, but I hate those things you put over them. Can't they just make white tissue boxes? That would be nice.I am so glad for the three day weekend. All of us teachers need it, down here anyway. If school started for us on Monday, I doubt I would be able to enjoy my weekend.

  2. I'm with you on the patterned tissue boxes, but I love printed paper towels. I fell in love with some that had cupcakes on them, but they weren't a brand that I normally buy. The cupcakes were cute, but the paper towels were el cheapo. I usually only buy the patterned ones that coordinate with my kitchen; and I generally prefer the kind that only have a border…nothing in the middle. White paper towels scream "bought in bulk to me." I don't know why I find that so off putting, but I do. That's ok, I love you both anyway.

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