30 August 2010

Moving on Up?

Mood: Angsty (Just out of sorts and can't settle my mind to anything - even writing - which is what I should be doing)

On Tv: Hoarders (Someone please tell me why I am so fascinated by the amount of filth in which some people are comfortable living?)

Is there anything more fun that getting together with friends and family to move an entire household full of stuff for my mother in one night? No? I didn't think so. So, that's what the hubs and I - and the rest of my family and some friends gathered to do last Thursday night after work.

Some of us were obviously a bit more excited about the upcoming move than others...

At one point in the evening's work, my sister Sarah and I found ourselves left in charge of entertaining our four nephews and two nieces (all under the age of 8) in a house that was nearly empty and devoid of any meaningful forms of entertainment outside two already tired aunties.

Striving to provide entertainment for the restless masses, Sarah and I sang endless verses of Jingle Bells, The Wheels on the Bus and various other half remembered childhood songs - thankfully none of the kids knows how to operate a video recorder so these precious moments of humiliation (complete with the accompanying movements to act them out) were not preserved for public consumption via YouTube.

Through the course of the evening I found myself saying things that I never thought I'd say. My favorites?

*Stop licking your sister (really? Why are you licking your sister?)
*Stop chewing on your feet (although I admire your flexibility)
*Stop chewing on your brother's/sister's feet (Ewwww...just...ewww)
*Don't shove that in your: nose, ears, mouth (because Auntie Rhonda is not going in after them)
*Don't shove that in your sister's/brother's: nose, ears, mouth (ditto on this one)
*Stop throwing your sister's dirty diaper around (Also, I don't need your comments on the contents and/or odor associated with that diaper)
*Stop throwing YOUR dirty diaper around (ditto here)
*No. You cannot eat Styrofoam. (although I appreciate your attempt to provide for yourself)
*No, tossing ripped up Styrofoam does NOT mean it's snowing (but it does mean Auntie Rhonda's eye is starting to twitch uncontrollably).

Luckily my sister Amanda and her husband showed up before they started making snow angels in the living room.
Next time? I'm going to take a page from my brother's book and just give them some cash to behave.


26 August 2010

Arguing With Myself

Mood: Stabby (Ask Jen Lancaster...it's a mood!)

On the Interwebz radio: Romeo and Juliet (Dire Straits version...from Empire Records - but today is so NOT my personal Rex Manning Day - if you don't get the reference, watch the movie. Seriously.)

*Hangs head in blogger shame*

I have been neglectful of my poor little blog. *Pats blog on head* I knew it had been a while since I blogged but I didn't think it had been over a month! Most writers I know blog almost obsessively. They wax witty and poetic on life, on writing, on their children and their pets. While I? Am doing what? Nothing! Well, not nothing obviously...I mean, I'm breathing and possibly playing Frontierville on Facebook, or eating ice cream...

<---- FYI: This? May or may not be what I look like when ice cream is involved.

...but obviously I've not been doing anything so spectacular that I've been kept from blogging. Because if I had been doing that awesome stuff? I totally would have been blogging about it.

So, let's take a small look inside my blogging mind:

Me: I totally need to put up a blog post. It's been like for-ever!
Myself: But I don't have anything interesting to blog about.
Me: So. Blog about writing.
Myself: I don't wanna blog about my writing. My writing sucks. I'm going to run away and join the circus!
Me: Well blog about that then.
Myself: Puh-leeze. Like anyone is going to believe someone with my bad balance and fat arse is going to join the circus.
Me: You could be a clown.
Myself: Shut.up.! I would not join the circus unless I could wear a super cute outfit and a sparkly tiara - like maybe the trapeeze.
Me: You're afraid of heights so the trapeeze thing? Is probably not the best option.
Myself: FINE!
Me: So? What are we going to blog about?
Myself: WE? We are not blogging about anything. This was your stupid idea, I'm going to get some ice cream.
Me: Ice cream? I want some too!!


So, yeah, kind of scary in there isn't it? And we didn't even get close to the crap I keep hiding behind High School Algebra.

Anyway, I'm going to try to stop by here more often because really? After a month you would not believe the dust and spiderwebs that accumulate around here! :)