Boy I'm crappy at this...

Really, I am. I'm a terrible blogger. I think of all kinds of witty things to say all day long. I think of stories to write - dramatic, heart-wrenching, funny, ironic - all true too - and I get here and pffft. Sometimes I think I should write my life's story, but eh... all these people are alive and might not find the tales as humorous or interesting as I do. Sometimes I think I should write about my kids, but ditto - not everyone will be amused by my anecdotes about my children. Sometimes I think I'll write about my cooking, my crocheting, books I'm reading, one of the thousand things I'm doing or ideas I'm having, or just even about feelings. This could be my therapy, maybe I'll have some kind of catharsis and voila, I'm normal. mmm....no... I don't think so. So what then? Randomess I guess.

I'm home sick today - got up with a sore throat like my vocal cords had been scraped with steel wool, ear pain, tired, cold...blech... So working from home which of course, does not include resting in any way. Along with following all the latest crises and questions at work, I've done 3 loads of laundry, will still cook dinner later, watched an episode of Housewives of New Jersey. I'd like to rest, there's just two things standing in my way: Harry and Bella, the hounds from hell. I wonder what they do when we're not home. When we are home, they are on constant patrol and bark explosively at every noise they hear. A leaf rustling must surely be an intruder, jogger passing quietly in front of the house - serial killer for sure, oh hey Bruce coming to the back door, yes bark at him too. So napping may not be happening.

This makes me think - I really think God does not want me to exercise. I swear it. This week for example - not only do I have nightly/daily activities, BUT my sneakers literally split in half last night, today I am sick, maybe tomorrow I'll have a fighting chance but I think it will be raining which means indoor working out. This does not occur at the gym. No. Here's some irony for you. I can't afford a membership at the Y for myself. I shell out for the kids, and they use it, but it's too much for me, seriously. However, if I had less money, I would potentially have a free or close to free pass for being "needy". This is not to knock those who take advantage of this or any such programs; they're there, take them while you can, I don't blame you. It's just ironic, and further proof that God clearly does not want me to exercise. In the meantime, the thyroid does what it will, and the rest of me reacts as though stalk of celery = hot fudge sundae. It's really depressing.

On an up note: my Puddin' had a wonderful play in school yesterday and a great chorus concert last night. The kids just love what they do and really get into it. Their faces and body language are so fun to watch -some of them are jammin' like it's their own little solo show, some are singing to each other, some look so serious like a vein's going to pop out on their foreheads from the concentration, others look so frightened like they just might not have clean underwear later. But it was a great night for them. Tonight she's got a band concert and hopefully I'll feel a bit better during it.

That's all today. I guess. Unless I have more random thoughts. Ok just one - I really think my impact on the web would be much more fun (read: annoying) if I had an iTouch to constantly communicate my randomness. Just saying.