Brenda Jensen Johnson 21 March at 08:21
Hey, just because you don't have anything to blog about doesn't mean I don't have anything to read about! Get cracking! jk I miss you. Hope you had a good weekend. xxxooo
Dad A agrees with her. He reprimanded me for taking away his reading material. I won't repeat the ensuing poop jokes. .
I'm kind of lying when I tell you I have nothing to write about. The honest truth is that I have nothing I want you to read about. This is a very public forum, and I think I've already laid out a bit too much of myself. Plus, it's not that interesting. So as I think up creative gems of literary brilliance, I will share them! But my day to day thoughts belong to me, and to the people I love.
The house was full this weekend, with all four kids packed into our little cabin. At one time this would have been overwhelming for me, but I'm getting used to it. However, when two kids and two cats try to share the loveseat with Paul and me, claustrophobia does kick in.
"It's the LOVE seat!" Paul declared. "Sit on the couch with your sisters."
We did get out of the house for several hours on Saturday to celebrate Hailey's Birthday Party. While the kids (all of the kids) worked out their energy on the trampoline and the boys threw darts and had a beer, Rene, Tiffany, Tiffany's mom, Lynn, and I basked in the sunshine and gossiped to our hearts' content. I miss that almost as much as I missed the sunshine. So welcome back, sunshine and girl gossip!
There are two new additions to my kitchen!
Ours looks nothing like this one,
but you get the idea
There was nothing really wrong with our old microwave...except that the digital clock had dwindled down to three or four line segments to track time passed (I was actually getting pretty good at figuring out the time from those four line segments...). And the door didn't open, ya know, unless you pried it from the bottom with your fingernails whilst continually jabbing the door open button with your fist and shouting obsenities as if they would help. Oh, and it was pretty dang dirty, too.
So when Paul said, "I want a new microwave!" I wasn't about to argue.
In fact, I followed that up with, "I want an..."