I often read about bloggers writing their daily blog posts from the local Panera or Starbucks. The only problem with that is, I am not a huge fan of Panera Bread. I’m also not a fan of paying more for a cup of coffee than I do for a gallon of gas. To be honest, I don’t even drink coffee, so paying even one dollar for a 560 calorie grande mocha latte laced with vanilla caramel is out of the question.
But that’s beside the point.
As I sit here with an ear and two eyes on
Shemar Moore Criminal Minds (at midnight, mind you!) as I peck out this post, I could see where a quiet little bloggy spot in the middle of the afternoon might be a good idea. Not that I ever have the time to leisurely sit in a Panera Bread in the early afternoon and blog, but the idea sure is appealing.
And to make matters worse, I discovered that Criminal Minds plays 24-hours a day – or pretty close to it – on Ion Network, so my DVR has Criminal Minds episodes for days. And if you know me, you know I can’t pass up a good crime show, especially one starring Shemar Moore, because it reminds me of my days in jail.
Not the Shemar Moore part. Just the crime part.
It’s been a drama-filled few weeks on Facebook, and I couldn’t be happier that the Presidential Election of 2012 is over and done.
Can I get an A. to the Men?
In between reading political Facebook rants the last few weeks, and walking a tight line between offering up my opinion and offending, I’ve been trying to think about the best way to help Stevie build a Chickasaw native American Indian habitat that is due in two weeks.
Y’all fourth grade is no joke.
He has no less than four tests each week, along with some sort of big project every month that requires me or his dad to crack a whip every eleven minutes to keep his little wandering mind on task. I love that child, but my lands he gets off task so easily.
Not sure where he gets that from.
In September he had a book report / place mat thing complete with an oral report. In October, he had to write a two-page Halloween story about a ghost coming in his window and asking to go to school with him. For the past month he’s been learning all the counties in the state of West Virginia (which I’m not sure I ever learned), and this month, we have to build an Indian habitat using items found in nature.
Lord, help me.
As of right now, my plan is to bust out the hot-glue gun and the grass, and hope for the best.
Several of my Facebook friends have already started putting their Christmas decorations out / up, and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it because HELLO, we had a snow storm here last week that caused me to pack up the kids, the hamsters and half the house to spend two nights with the in-laws because McDaddy was out-of-town.
So yes, if there is snow on the ground, you better believe I’m already thinking about decorating for Christmas. The only problem is that McDaddy has a personal rule that all manner of Christmas paraphernalia must stay in the loft, in storage, until after Thanksgiving.
In the meantime, I have pumpkins rotting on my front porch that need tended to.
And a hamster running 412 miles an hour in a wheel making me
Which is making it hard to stay on task.
And if that’s not a great place to wrap things up, I don’t know what would be.