Not like I couldn’t blog before. I mean, technically, for the past few weeks I couldn’t blog very easily because my laptop went toes up. But all of the months and months before that? I just wasn’t finding the time.
I’m not sure exactly what I was so busy doing, other than, you know, spending unhealthy amounts of time on Pinterest and spray painting all kinds of crap because, “Look! Somebody pinned a picture of spray painted crap and it looks so pretty!”
On the upside, I started frequenting our local Good Will to find the requisite crap, and I discovered that our local Good Will frequently has brand new, tags-still-on clothing. Actually, a couple of weeks ago, I found a not-brand-new-but-in-excellent-condition, metallic bronze, dressy, leather jacket. For nine-ish dollars. In my size. I so bought it. And then I wore it to church and got a fragillion compliments and, of course, verbally vomited to anyone who admired it that, “Oh my gosh! I got it at Good Will for $9.99! Can you believe that?” Because, yeah, I’m classy that way.
Anyway, I’m saving money by buying crap to spray paint. That’s what I keep telling the husband, anyway.
Now I remember why I don’t blog any more. I thought I had a few quiet minutes just now to write something mildly worthwhile and then *BAM*! My two oldest daughters came into the room where I am because they wanted me to settle an argument about whether or not spikes can be made out of wood or if they are always made of metal. True story. They are still debating.
Personally, I think sharp pointy things made out of wood are stakes, not spikes (according to A~, Dictionary.com agrees with me, thereby proving her contention that spikes are always metal). L~ does not agree. I am afraid to ask how this argument even started and feel the sudden need to lock my bedroom door at night.
So now that I have a new laptop (AGAIN!) (this one had better last longer than two years like the previous two laptops) (one of which was supposedly top of the line, and one of which wasn’t) I have all kinds of plans. To wit: I want to start blogging here again, at least for the winter months when I can’t easily spray paint crap; I want to start working on a novel I’ve been working on in my head for a long time – not in a NaNoWriMo kind of sprint, but in a real “I’m an actual writer” kind of way; the kids and I want to start a new blog all about our new (fourth) dog.
First: don’t ask me about my novel yet. That will just freak me out. I’ve had a bunch of book ideas over the years that I’ve never done anything with, but this one . . . this one is sticking with me. I know my track record. I don’t deserve anyone’s interest. Yet. Until I get deep into it, I’m just a stay-at-home mom wannabe.
Second: yes, we got a fourth dog because we are obviously beyond-belief bonkers. We’re starting a blog for him so that his previous family can keep up on his adventures while they serve a church mission in Guam. Plus? He’s great to photograph and has a lot of personality. It will be fun to write from his perspective. Oh, yes! The dog will be “writing” the blog. It isn’t up and running yet. Not. At. All. But should you decide you just can’t not follow a blog about a shorkie who will undoubtedly encounter Blue Barb at some point, add http://skipperthebard.wordpress.com to your Google Reader account. Or, you know, whatever reader it is you use.
Okie dokie. Aside from all of that, I’ve been out of the blogging world for so long that I don’t even know what else to say. I do need to catch up on all the blogs I haven’t read for months and months (that would be *cough* *cough* pretty much everybody’s), so be, like, SUPER patient with me if I don’t comment on your blog until sometime around November.
Oooo! Ooo! Ooo! Oooooo! It’s been, I think, six months or so since my last migraine! The Dr. told me to toy with my estrogen dosage to see if that helped. He thought I needed more than he had me on. I thought I needed less, as in none. After months of “toying” I just quit using it, and *poof* the migraines went away. So the progesterone was helping, but not enough to always overcome the estrogen that two separate doctors thought I needed. Moral of the story: work with your Dr. but listen to your gut.
Sorry, just seemed like an important update (you know, in case I don’t get back here for a while).
Tewt the Newt hopes to “see” you all again.