putting it off

I am a procrastinator. Me, the one that hates being late. I plan everything out, have to know how my day is planned so I can function. I write everything down. I am procrastinating. I have a writers meeting tonight and I have yet to do the assigned exercise. Not for lack of trying, mind you. I just can’t decide which one to do. I was given three to choose from. Two of then are rather difficult and one is so easy, I just don’t want to do it. I tried one, then realized that I was using similes, which are, in this exercise, forbidden. Delete delete delete….. So, I try the other one. Typing away tappity tappity. Things are flowing at a jerky, chopped up pace, but it’s coming. Oh damn, I wasn’t supposed to reveal the secret, the reader is supposed to try to figure it out from how I wrote it.  Oh pooh, delete delete delete. So, here I am, on the computer, supposed to be writing something specific and I find myself here…. blabbing about my shortcomings. Oh well, at least it can be humorous.

Last week I bought the things to start my garden. Planted 12 little pots to start some indoors. As of this morning, there is one two inch tall sprout. And nothing else. Uh, talk about an early start. Silly thing is going to get too tall for the little greenhouse it’s in before the others even poke out of the dirt. Wonder if I did something wrong, or if that little devil is just trying to drive me crazy.

Oh, here is Ethan, yanking on my pants. Guess he needs my attention. Ciao for now.

He’s crazy, but I love him anyways

I don’t have a normal husband. He and his best friend haven’t figured out how to grow up. I have documentation on film proving this. From pushing each other around in a infant buggy to riding a 2 year olds bicycle through the house and out the front door. It seems that whatever we buy for Logan has to be tested. Should it prove to be fun, well then, all the better.  The only problem is that everything gets broken somehow. The buggy ended up with bowed out wheels, I couldn’t use it. One of them went flying out the front door over the steps and into the lawn, popping the rear tire of the bicycle. We got Logan a 50cc dirtbike with training wheels last year. I bet you can guess what happened next.  Well, believe it or not, my sister’s husband was the first to really wreck it, bending one of the training wheel rims. It all went downhill from there. 

My husband and his friend can make me laugh until I have to run to the bathroom in fear that I will pee in my pants. When they get going I laugh so hard that the next morning I wake up sore. 

His friend has become Logan’s best friend, and vice versa. They could sit for hours and watch nothing but Spongebob Squarepants. Singing along to the begininng song every time, word for word. 

This picture is just one of the many that I have proving my husband’s childishness. From right to left: My husband, his friend and Logan. Riding Logan’s toys…. Damn if it doesn’t make me love him more.

this morning…

7:15am. I should be in the car now. I can’t find Ethan’s other shoe. Logan is ‘resting’ on the couch because his legs are not awake yet, as I frantically search for the tiny shoe. Not that he really needs to have shoes, he doesn’t walk all that much. But, I already wrestled him to get one of them on and dammit, they are cute. After ten minutes of searching, I find the thing inside of an empty coke 12-pack. Ethan must have been playing with it last night.  Ok, let’s go, I hate being late.  Logan doesn’t have his jacket on, put Ethan down, help him put it on. Pick Ethan up, grab Benny the Dog before he runs out the door after Logan. He seems to think that he needs to go everywhere with his boy. Put the dog outside, lock the back door. Grab keys and Logan’s backpack. Lock the front door and get Ethan into the car. Scrape the 1/4 inch of ice off the windshield and window. Notice that I am 15 minutes behind schedule. Damn, I hate being late.  My day got better, and I got him to school without having to get him a late pass, but that is how my mornings go trying to get Logan out the door for school.

Just a little more

I think I have a little more in me tonight. Maybe. The warden is sitting on the back of the couch eyeing me, giving me a little warning chirp every once and a while. Patchoulie (one of my cats) likes to let me know when it is bed time. If for some reason, I stay up past what she thinks is reasonable, she lets me know. I think it’s because her and the others have free reign of the house when I go to bed.  And me being up and awake hampers their night time rompings. Which, by the way sound something like a herd of elephants. Well, at least that’s what I like to relate it to. Having never really heard a herd of elephants romping around on the African savannah, I cannot be sure. I’ll just have to leave it up to imagination. Heres the facts, three cats. Each one weighing more than the other. You think what you will, whether it be antelope bounding through the sagebrush, prairie dogs scampering in the dirt or maybe just your lover sleeping next to you emitting odd and smelly noises. Well, I have spent the last hour and a half messing around with this new web page. It’s like a new toy. You just can’t stop playing with it.  Uh, right. I could have done my writing exercise instead. hmm. oh well.

the beginnings

Well, I suppose that I had better explain myself. Somewhere in the movie James and the Giant Peach, the glowworm asks ” Does it come with gravy?”. The rolling of the r in gravy and the accent makes me laugh. God knows why. I haven’t seen that movie in probably 2 years, but that line pops into my head often.  After staring at the ’sign up’ page for way too long, I just decided to type in the first thing that came to mind. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.