Okay - so, its not like I've completely Lost my mind, yet. Two more days to go. I am suffering just a little. The children are fighting. I've only really screamed at them once this time, but Buttercup deserved the punishment she received (she drew ALL over the wood coffee table with colored pencils - totally indented the wood.)
I'm tired and today I woke up with my ears clogged and quite dizzy. I don't know if I'm coming down with a cold or the stress is hitting me. I always seem to get sick after pushing my body to the max.
I'm upset with the postal carrier - she totally messed with my Netflix again. I just wanted to watch some Chick Flicks to relax in the evenings and I can't even do that properly. I mailed my "watched" movies on Saturday and Netflix didn't receive them until WEDNESDAY - what's with that? I could have DROVE the movies to the nearest location - which is only 30 miles away.
So - instead I've been visiting the garden in the evening which completely stresses me out even more. The weeds have joined unions and are hiding mice and snakes that jump out when I dare to venture in. The beans vines are so entwined that I cannot enter the jungle for fear of getting the "itchies". The potatoes are ready for digging and peek up through the soil to watch for my shovel. The carrots wait impatiently to be pulled, peeled, cooked, and canned. The tomatoes are beginning to ripen and the thought of canning more tomato sauce overpowers my mind and sucks the energy from my body. My cabbages are splitting while the aphids and wasps have taken over their outer leaves. My broccoli is flowering and I didn't eat enough.
Oh and I won't even mention the dog poop piling up out in the yard. (oops, I just did).
But there is only so muchI can attend to in the garden AND watch the dogs AND entertain the kids AND clean my house AND check my blogs AND water the flowers AND do the laundry AND grocery shop AND return library books AND fix Buttercup's dresser AND make a healthy dinner AND repair the stupid filing cabinet drawer AND do a good deed for Fun Monday AND make brownies for teacher in-service day AND remove the grease stain in my khaki pants AND call Home Depot about the damn mini blind AND clean the bird feeders AND sweep the cobwebs massing inside the sunroom windows AND pick blue gum out of the carpet AND rank my players for Fantasy Football AND find the white paint to touch up Jammin's bedroom door AND replace batteries in the wireless mouse AND call the soccer school to enroll both kids AND destroy all fruitflies hovering in my kitchen AND pay the bills AND WD-40 my squeaky bed AND deadhead the dahlias AND be the scary Monster that chases kids through the house AND breathe.
Two more days and Dave will be home to help and relieve me. Two more days and counting. T w o m o r e d a y s
This week I would like to share a little tale by House in Progress about a rare bird she found. (I originally found the story through Jenny's Naked Blogging posts - which are all great reads in themselves). But this story just pulled me in and being a bird lover I couldn't stop reading or feel intrigued....
Lisa wants to know why we blog - what makes me tick? Why am I obsessed with this blogging thing?
The Joy of Blogging (originally aired August 3, 2006, with some revisions added)
There is always a sense of thrill when discovering a new passion.
Whenever I discover a new author I have to pick up every single book
the author has ever written, particularly in the SF genre, where all
books lead to series and sequels. When I started scrapbooking, I had to
have all the newest gadgets, embellishments, papers, and doohickeys. I
still do to some extent, but the excitement has tapered off to a level
of acceptance to the checkbook. When my husband and I started
landscaping our first house, I couldn't find enough exotic and unusual
plants. The first time watching QVC, I was mesmerized by all the
glittery dangles, smelly baubles, and flashy toys. I admit I bought a
few things; more than a few things.
Now I blog. Oh sure I still
do all the other stuff, but blogging has become central. I find myself
seeing blog topics everywhere; the odd bird sitting on my fencepost, my
daughter' need to eat popsickles, my son's penny swallowing incident, dustdevils, and the like.
It isn't only my blog I'm crazed
for. It is all the others I read. I have become fascinated with the
gossip of people's lives. I watch for updates on Julie and Tiggerlane's houses. I wonder if Dirty Uncle Mark and Marnie have found true love and if so - will they live somewhere in the middle like Idaho? I anxiously await for Willowtree to write the next installment of his Big Bus Ride. I read Ian to find out how his book writing is coming along. I cheer for Melissa, and wished I could have gone to her party. I wonder what Susan's kids are going to get into next, and I get excited when I see Bloglines light up for Robin, Beccy, Nikki, Mama Dramas, and Oh the list goes on....
this craze healthy? Probably not. My housework is suffering. My
children are being ignored. Errands are not being run, groceries not
bought. There is a bed not slept in. I had blamed the garbage man, but in reality it is my sudden addiction to blogging. I admit it.
then again, blogging isn't such a bad thing. It is a great outlet for
writing. Stories shared are stories read by others. Comments are small
acknowledgments. Yes, my story was read and even liked.
is great for learning. When reading other blogs, I find places I want
to visit. I learn about histories and cultures. New hobby techniques,
child-rearing skills, and even cooking recipes are to be discovered
within the blogosphere. Problems solved and questions answered are all
within a click away.
And lastly, and probably the best of all,
blogging is free. When my husband complained that I was on the
computer, AGAIN, I merely smiled and said, "When I'm blogging, I'm not
spending any money." And how can you argue with that?
I saw this first at Robin's so decided to take a quick whack at it -
So - I am an Examiner. No surprise there, considering I am a scientist at heart.
* ISTJs are often called inspectors. They have a keen sense of right and wrong, especially in their area of interest and/or responsibility. They are noted for devotion to duty. Punctuality is a watchword of the ISTJ.
Punctuality - you betcha. In fact, I know this can be a problem with me, considering I am married to a man who has no sense of time. Can you guess what we argue about most consistently in our marriage?
ISTJs are very loyal, faithful, and dependable. They place great importance on honesty integrity.
They are "good citizens" who can be depended on to do the right thing
for their families and communities. While they generally take things
very seriously, they also usually have an offbeat sense of humor and can be a lot of fun - especially at family or work-related gatherings
Offbeat sense of humor - DEAD ON - I was the only person laughing in the theater while watching the movies Pulp Fiction and Trainspotting.
..private, does not appreciate strangeness, not adventurous, not spontaneous, follows the rules...
Yes, I am private and I do follow the rules - HOWEVER - I like to think of myself as adventurous. AND - at times, there is nothing like a bit of spontaneity to make the day a lot of fun.... as long as the spontaneity doesn't interfere with any other plans I might have made.
Other famous ISTJ's include: George Washington, Andrew Johnson, Harry Truman, George Bush (WTF?), Herbert Hoover, and Queen Elizabeth II - HEY, I am beginning to suspect I went into the wrong line of work.
Fictional ISTJ's include: Darth Vader, Eeyore, and Cliff Clavin (Cheers) - isn't that quite the mix?
I suppose all this is pretty correct - but just as Robin said - I haven't gone on to read any of the others that closely.
According to Sitemeter someone has found my blog looking for the lyrics to a particular lullaby. I did write a brief snippit on a post once, and since this particular Search has found my blog more than once, I've decided to write the lullaby in its entirety.
I do not know the title - only the words and tune. If anyone recognizes this tune and can fill in more details, please do. I suppose I should have asked my mother more about the song since she is the one who sang it to me first. I'm sure I'll get an e-mail soon telling me so.
*Thanks to Ian and Pamela for giving me some links AND title!
If anyone wishes for sheetmusic to this song - please contact Marie at mvena06 at yahoo dot com.
Hushabye now my sweet little baby and don't you cry anymore. Daddy's down at the stockbroker's office a keeping the wolf from the door.
Nursie will turn the radio on So you can hear a sleepy time song. Sung by a lady whose pour heart must long for a baby, like you.
Hushabye now my sweet little baby and close those pretty blue eyes. Mama's down at her weekly bridge party to win her wee baby the prize.
Nursie will raise the windowshade high so you can see the cars rushing by. Home in a hurry each daddy must fly to a baby, like you.
Click HERE to hear a verse - (The song is located at the end of the page)